Jan shivered as she opened the heavy red curtains just enough to peek out of the misted window. Rain battered incessantly on the glass, the sky was leaden, slate-grey and the wind bent the trees across the other side of the courtyard. It was 7 am, Friday 1st November 2002; an important date in her friend's calendar. It was the start of the hunting season. Jan thought back to the carefree days before 'political correctness', when she used to ride a horse and follow hounds; something she disapproved of now. But she only did it for the ride across country. "It must have been twenty years ago" she mused, and was grateful at least that she no longer had to wear a woollen hacking jacket fastened up tight to stop her boobs from bouncing around. And now, at the age of 18 her oldest son, Paul, had taken his horse to the meet just five miles away. Jan's sister, who had come to stay with her when she became ill, and to help with taking care of the house, cleaning, cooking, and the 101 other things women are expected to do, had got the remaining children off to school. Jan watched Connie's car drive slowly out of the yard as she took her five year old son, John, to his school. Howard had been busy in the farm yard since 4 am. He, Mike and Pete, the two hired hands, had milked the cows, amidst much mooing, which woke Jan up at about five o-clock. Little Suzie, in her cot beside the bed, had awoken too and Jan had to feed her.

After giving birth to seven children Jan had decided that John would be her last; Howard had even had a vasectomy operation two years ago, but it had somehow reversed itself -- and here was Suzie to prove it! She had lost a lot of weight after John was weaned at two years old, she was a great believer in mother's milk for as long as necessary, and fortunately, she produced prodigious amounts, which led to Howard joking that she was a better milker than any of his cows, but had piled it all back on again after she became pregnant with Suzie. But this time, her maternal boobs were even bigger! They had got a little smaller after John was weaned, and begun to sag as she returned to cup size 'J', although her milk had never dried up. But now that they were bursting with a prodigious amount of milk again they were amazingly firm despite ballooning to a 'LL' cup. Her hips had piled on some extra weight this time too. Jan put this down to the fact she had been ill and had not been able to exercise or lose much of the excess post pregnancy weight. But what an embarrassment it was to go to be fitted for a new bra size resembling a double hammock!

Jan wasn't too concerned, she loved children and only felt like a complete woman when she had a child at her breast. It also brought out the protective instincts in her and she'd do literally anything to protect her children if she had to. This had been tested in a sense in the hot August of 1999 when John was almost two and her neighbour, Jed's fiancé, the voluptuous Margaret, seemed to develop an unhealthy obsession with her husband and had tried to seduce him. Daisy had been a high-class prostitute before she met Jed. Howard fell for her tricks and his affair with Margaret, who had been dubbed 'Daisy Moo' by her husband on account of her prodigious milk production whilst nursing her two children, lived at the neighbouring farm with Jed, (still does in fact) had been goaded into a milking contest by the men during a drinking session and although this never happened, Daisy immediately saw Jan as a rival though after Howard's joke.

It wasn't as if she and Daisy were 'average' women. At the time, Jan had progressed from a 38H cup bra in her late 20's to a 38L cup by the age of 42 and, after seven children, it just stayed. Margaret boasted of her own voluptuous hour-glass 40J, 34", 48" figure and the fact that her boobs were almost fourteen inches long. Jan laughed as she remembered how jealous she looked when Jan revealed hers were almost 2 inches bigger and the way she lay back on the arm of the sofa, forcing her 54" bust to thrust out further and called Jan a cow. Jan sometimes felt she WAS just a cow as her permanently full and leaking 'udders' often ached with engorgement and pulled on her chest muscles, shoulders and back with their weight and now, on her eighth child the problem was even worse! Jan thought ruefully of her youth when her body was better proportioned.

Still, even by the age of 26, when she married Howard, her bust was already a 38H. She went up 2 cup sizes from a 'H cup' to 'J' when she started nursing her first child, Paul. She managed to lose excess weight over most of her body, but never lost any of it off her bust, contrary to what her doctor said would happen. Howard loved it, and so did other men, judging by the wolf-whistles she got. She also got a lot of abuse from other women because her boobs were so prominent and stuck out defiantly in front of her. A lot of them thought she did it on purpose and more than one jealous rival threatened to "rip her tits off". That was over 18 years ago. And now, with the effects of much childbirth, constant breast feeding and growing older they had reached 'L' cup size before blossoming lately to a 'LL' cup!

The rivalry between Jan and Daisy built up from the day they met and focused not only on the huge size of their boobs, but on their milk production too. Jan would have found this laughable, if Daisy had not become so obsessed about it. After one too many drinks both men lusted after Margaret and openly compared both women. While the men argued about who was the best 'milker' Jan and Margaret sat on the sofa and eyed each other up in the light of the argument, especially examining the lines and fullness of one another's huge breasts. Jan didn't like the way the full shapeliness of Margaret's breasts was 'sculpted' by her dress and the fact they were thrust out so far in front of her, or the fact that her nipples seemed to be trying to punch through all the material, even through her nursing pads. Or of the way she caught Howard drooling over her!

Daisy had boasted of the volume of her production and lifted her huge boobs on her hands. They swamped her forearms, burying them completely and as Daisy juggled the massive things up and down the men roared their approval. Daisy deliberately played to her audience, to Jan's annoyance. Drunk as a skunk, Jed had lecherously suggested a contest to see who was the best milker. This was made worse by Howard's argument that Jan's "bazooma's" would "beat Daisy's flat!" Jan knew that Howard meant the word "beat" in the sense of winning by comparison, but Daisy got hold of the wrong end of the stick and as she help the drunken Jed to his feet to leave she angrily snapped: "Jan's welcome to try hers against mine, but mine will knock the pap out of her bloated udders until they're as flat as pancakes!!!" Jan felt like hitting her there and then and was on her feet in an instant. No one had ever had the knack that Daisy had for making her so furious. The men goaded them on hoping to see a fight. Howard backed down under his wife's glare, but Jed wanted to see a tit squeezing contest.

Daisy's slow and persistent seduction of Howard eventually led to Jan discovering Daisy in bed with Howard which resulted in a bad-tempered fight between Daisy and Jan during which they tried to milk each other. She and Daisy had fought initially with their huge boobs, intent on milking one another, but it soon turned nasty and they mangled each others boobs with their hands. Fortunately, Jed had never heard about this incident involving Daisy's seduction of Howard, otherwise there could have been a fearful fight between him and Howard. "Howard would have stood no chance!" Jan thought to herself. "It was bad enough that there was a horrible fight between me and that whore Daisy!" she muttered and shuddered as she thought of the pain she endured as a result of this sleazy fight. Daisy was found to be pregnant a little while later. Jan knew that Daisy and Jed had been trying for a child, but neither Jan, or Howard could be sure whether the child was Jed's or Howard's.

That was three years ago. The back of Jan's neck prickled as she thought of the terrible fight. Since then, both she and Daisy had become pregnant last October and in recent months Jan's boobs had swelled to cup size LL as her mass of milk glands became permanently full. She had heard that Daisy's had similarly swollen. She thought no more about it. Since then, Jan had given birth to Suzie in July but it had made her ill this time. Perhaps 45 years old was pushing her luck. This time Suzie HAD to be the last child.

A little while before Suzie was born Daisy had a miscarriage and the child was born dead, which hit her and Jed very hard. Jed had talked to Howard about it at the Mart and said that Daisy had: "gone a bit peculiar" and had been ill. "Why should I care?" Jan had said. She had just recovered enough last Saturday to feel pretty fit again, but things went wrong when Jed and Daisy unexpectedly roared up in their battered Volvo. This was something of a surprise as they had barely spoken to each other for almost three years, except for the occasion at the Farmer's Mart (Livestock Market) when Jed told Howard about Daisy's miscarriage and how she had been very peculiar since. It had been reported to Jan by an acquaintance she spoke to at the Supermarket that Daisy was still seeing other men and actively whoring. These stories had got to Jed's ears and caused terrible trouble. Daisy convinced Jed that these stories were untrue (although they were perfectly true) and convinced him that Jan was the source of these "malicious lies!" as Daisy called them. Jed took Howard aside to discuss the problem with him.

This turned into a furious row during which Connie took all the children down to the pond to look at the wildlife. As it was such a warm Fall Jan was wearing only a T shirt and some new jeans to complement her newly slimmed waist and despite her strong outsize bra, her maternal nipples bulged through all the material. Jan noticed that Daisy had been staring at her milky boobs ever since she arrived and now Daisy intimated for Jan to follow her into the yard. Jan followed.

"Right, now we're out of earshot of the men," Daisy began, "Look bitch! You know I hate you. And you hate me, but - I intend to do as I fucking well like without you interfering."

Jan shrugged and laughed at her: "I've no idea what you're talking about!" she said.

"Don't come that with me!" Daisy said. "You're telling everyone that I'm still a prostitute and screwing with dozens of men!" she said indignantly.

"Well you are, aren't you," Jan added simply. "Anyway, It wasn't me. It was one of your fellow whore's. Now piss off and get off my land!" she said and turned her back on Daisy to walk away.

"There's one more important thing," Daisy said. Jan ignored her and continued walking. "I've come to get my daughter back from you!"

Jan stopped dead, then turned around. "What?" she said, incredulous.

"I want my baby; and you've stolen her!" Daisy said.

Jan was perturbed. "So the stories are true about Daisy losing her mind after losing her baby," she thought to herself. How to tackle a mad Daisy however, could be tricky. "I've stolen nothing from you. Suzie's mine, not yours. You lost yours: Remember?" she said.

"No I didn't. The doctors took her from me and gave her to you after you lost yours!" Daisy reasoned. "I want her back before you fill her with any more of your filthy milk!" she spat.

"Jed's right!" Jan said. "You HAVE gone peculiar!" Then turned to walk away.

"Don't turn your back on ME, bitch!" Daisy called after her. Jan ignored her and kept walking. This proved to be a mistake as, furious beyond reason, Daisy charged at her from behind bearing her to the gravel. The dust flew up as the weight of these two substantial women sent the gravel flying and Jan grazed her elbows and arms.

Her milk filled breasts throbbed with the blow as they hit the ground and she rolled Daisy off her. Daisy was quick though and was soon astride Jan's belly. Jan clawed and slapped at Daisy, ripping her top and putting some scratches across her breasts and face but Daisy had the advantage and punched, slapped and scratched Jan's head, face, breasts and arms. Jan yelled out piteously as she lost the catfight and tried to cover her face with her hands, only to have Daisy pummelling her breasts, pulling the maternity flaps of her bra down and squeezing and twisting her engorged nipples. She was close to passing out when Daisy grabbed her head and hair and began banging her head on the ground. Jan tried punching back at Daisy's boobs as they swung over her confined in their top and even got in a vicious squeeze or two, but this led to Daisy grabbing handfuls of gravel and grinding them into her breasts and trying to rub dust, sand and grit into her eyes. If it hadn't been for Connie running around the side of the house spotting this altercation and, after unsuccessfully trying to drag Daisy off Jan, calling Howard and Jed, Jan would have been much more severely injured. Yet it even took both men all their strength to drag Daisy off Jan.

Jan had to go to the local hospital for treatment. Howard decided this time that Daisy would be prosecuted. After Jed and Daisy had gone Howard contacted the police. A charge of assault and GBH would be brought. Daisy was bailed to keep away from Howard's farm. That had been last Saturday. But Jan was still paying for the consequences of that assault. It was a good thing that her sister was still staying on the farm to take care of the children. It bothered Jan that her children and their friends had been there to witness this ugly fight. Jan mused that she had, at least, got a good squeeze on Daisy's tits, - which seemed as big as ever. Not surprising as her body had prepared itself for a new child, and the fact that she kept her milk in full flow before she got pregnant - and continuously after - by her whoring. No doubt her customers loved being able to suck on her milk filled tits and because these men took quite a lot on the 'supply and demand' principle Daisy produced more than she ever had before. During the couple of years Jan was not suckling a child, Howard kept her milk flowing in a similar way. "God! How I'd love to squeeze that whore's tits dry again!" Jan said out loud and let the curtains fall shut. It was about time for Suzie's next feed, and as though the baby had read her thoughts, she awoke and started to cry.

After her feed, and changing her nappy, Jan put Suzie in her cot again, she then took a shower and got dressed. It was a cold morning, but very warm in the old farmhouse because of the central heating so she put on her pale red T shirt over her vast 'LL cup' maternity bra with fresh breast pads inside to sop up any leaking, her red baggy jogging pants (though she had never jogged in her life for obvious reasons, though she had played hockey as a busty schoolgirl), then standing in front of the mirror she began tucking the hem of her T shirt more securely into the elasticated waistband of her jogging pants and tied the cord, her impressive 38LL bust thrusting out further in front of her straining her T shirt to its limits. The jogging pants had the illusion of slimming her, though her 'womanly' hips could not be completely disguised, but she was still shaped like an hourglass, albeit a large one! -- and vowed to begin slimming again. Then, reaching to the back of her head, she began to tie her long hair up into a loose bun causing her big breasts to thrust out even further and define their shape. She slipped on her 2" platform slip-on clogs, which she preferred to wear for relaxing in and looked at the effect of her simple dress in the mirror and decided that this simple but effective casual sight would knock out Howard's eyes. Then she made her way downstairs, and, with a fresh cup of steaming coffee, set about some farm paperwork.

Jan opened some bills and letters with a kitchen knife then glanced at the clock. "In another hour, it will be time for Suzie's feed again" she thought. She had just resumed work again when a furious banging on the door startled her. She laid down her pen and kept quiet, deciding not to answer the door. Connie was out, Paul was riding, Howard was working somewhere on the farm, the older children were at school. She felt alone and vulnerable. The banging persisted.

"Come on bitch! I know you're in there" came Daisy's voice. Jan sat still and kept quiet. The incessant banging rattled her, then Suzie began to cry. Jan felt her temper begin to rise, then the letter box clicked open as Daisy peered through it. She could not see Jan's position at the big wooden kitchen table. A note fluttered to the floor. As she tentatively got up and walked to the door a shadow from the window fell across the table. "The nosey cow is looking through my window!" Jan thought, feeling annoyed. She picked up the note and leant her back against the cream painted wall to read it. "I'm going to ruin your life as you've ruined mine" it said. Jan was startled as the window pane shattered and a large cobble stone bounced across the stone tiled floor. Jan's adrenaline surged and fury got the better of her and she wrenched open the door.

Daisy stood about half way across the yard, wearing a large black woollen coat, unbuttoned to show her velvet red plunge-neck top and her short black skirt, belted tight to pinch in her waist and so short Jan could not only see black 'net-stocking' tops, but her bulging crotch covered with black panties. She had also had her hair done. It was dyed jet black and tumbled around her shoulders in ringlets. Her makeup was painted on her face in such a way as to make her look more like a street prostitute than ever. This, combined with her massive bust overshadowing everything in her deep-plunge fronted top which her nipples strived to punch through, completed the picture.

"Like my stockings?" she said, holding a leg forwards and balancing on one high heeled red shoe. "It's a tip I took from you!" Jan said nothing. "You used to look so gloriously sleazy, and I noticed Jed staring at you, I thought I'd try it for him!" Daisy finished.

"For your 'clients' you mean" Jan said.

"One more word from you about that and I'll...." Daisy angrily said stalking quickly up to Jan.

"Or you'll what?" Jan said, standing to her full height on her platform slip-on clogs, her huge breasts thrusting forward as a consequence. She looked quite imposing.

"You've read the note?" Daisy asked.

Jan crumpled it in one hand. "Empty threats!" she said. "But you're going to pay for that window."

"No I mean it" Daisy earnestly replied. "I WILL ruin your life. I want my child back. Then I'll make it look as though you committed suicide in remorse for stealing my child!"

Jan's heart leapt. Something told her that Daisy had 'flipped', but she did her best to calm herself and merely sneered at her: "Fantasy, bitch. Just fantasy! Breaking windows is obviously the best you can do. You're going to leave here right now" Daisy was annoyed.

"So make me!" she said. "I could have crippled you for life last Saturday. Care to fight me now?" she added.

Jan knew she didn't have to fight Daisy again: "There's a restraining order on you, if you don't leave I'll call the police" Jan said.

"You can't" Daisy said smirking, "I cut your line."

Jan was silent and fearful. What was she to do against this "mad woman"? Daisy winced at the baby's persistent wailing, but despite the maternal 'milk letdown' response it caused she walked the few remaining feet right up to Jan until their massive busts touched.

"My daughter needs feeding. Give her to me now or I'll kill you!" she demanded.

"Get in your car right now and leave, or you'll regret it!" Jan threatened in a low voice.

Daisy smirked and shoved her bust forcefully into Jan's forcing her to take a half step backwards and pushed her face closer to Jan's: "I walked!" was all she said, then gave Jan another hard shove with her breasts. Jan felt her boobs leaking and began to walk backwards, grabbing the edge of the door and trying to swing it shut before Daisy got in. She managed to whack it against Daisy's right boob, but Daisy grabbed the door and pushed it away. Jan held the door with her right hand and tried to push Daisy away with her left. She wondered if she'd be able to reach for her mobile phone in her coat pocket, her coat hanging on her right on a peg near the door. Daisy looked furious and slapped her arm away. Jan extended her arm rapidly this time and slammed the heel of her hand into Daisy's chest above her breast with a loud "THUD!" Daisy grunted at the heavy blow, her boobs bounced, but stood her ground.

Enraged, Daisy, with a sudden roar, hurled all her weight against the door, wrenching it from Jan's grip. Jan backed away. Daisy's face was contorted with hate as she kicked the door shut behind her with a slam. Suzie's crying upstairs intensified.

"I meant it bitch!" Daisy said. "I'm going to take her!"

Jan looked at the wet patches over Daisy's distended nipples and felt her fury rise. "You're crazy!!" she said. "You'll have to kill me to get at Suzie, then you'll be in prison!"

Daisy produced a packet of tranquilisers from her coat pocket and put them on the table. "I'll put you out first. It will look like a guilty suicide," she said. "Then Howard will need consoling and I'll have him!" she concluded.

"You are completely nuts!" Jan said as Daisy took off her coat and threw it on the floor. "What about Jed?" Jan asked. Daisy completely ignored her.

"I'll shove these down your throat if I have to!" she said, picking up the packet and waving it at her. "Right. Get some water to swallow these with!" Daisy demanded.

Jan stood and stared at her for a moment. "You can't be serious, surely?" she said.

"Never been more so," Daisy said as she picked up the sharp kitchen knife Jan had used to open the letters with.

"This will hurt more!" Daisy said glancing at the knife in her hand. Jan decided not to tackle her, but her mind raced to find a solution as she crunched across the broken glass to get a tumbler of water.

"How are you going to explain the broken window?" she asked. "I'll tell the police that - as a good neighbour - I looked in, saw you on the floor and had to break in to try and save you," Daisy said simply.

"Howard will be back in a minute," Jan said hopefully.

"No he won't" Daisy answered. I let all the cattle out on the lane, he's rounding them all up," Daisy said, pleased with herself.

Jan got her glass of water then turning around threw the water in Daisy's face. "AAAHHH!" Daisy shouted in surprise and jumped back. Jan flew at her with the glass to her face. Daisy reacted like lightning and grabbed her arm but could not stop herself from being forced, back first, onto the big table. Her huge boobs stood out a foot from her chest as Jan grabbed Daisy's wrist, her hand still clutching the knife, and slid between her black nylon covered thighs. Daisy kept a tight hold of Jan's wrist, keeping the glass from her face and wrestled Jan's other arm, trying to jab her with the knife. Jan felt her engorged boobs sway and bounce with their own tremendous weight as she fought, distracting her. Their breasts whacked across each other and distorted as they fought. Jan's arm muscles felt like they would burst, but as far as she knew this would be a fight to the death if she let it!

The two women swore and grunted heavily as they fought. Daisy began twisting from side to side, her boobs rolling to one side, then the other in her soaked top, then locked her ankles and began to squeeze her powerful thighs together around Jan's ribs. Jan gritted her teeth and groaned as her ribs creaked and the life was squeezed out of her. Daisy took advantage and slashed at Jan. The knife sliced across her left breast, cutting through the material of her top, her bra and breast pad, but just missed nicking the skin. Jan redoubled her efforts but felt her arms weakening as they trembled uncontrollably. All she wanted to do was put her hands around Daisy's throat and squeeze until she passed out, but she daren't let go of her wrist. She twisted it in her own left hand in an attempt to make Daisy drop the knife, but to no avail as Daisy was just too strong.

It suddenly occurred to Jan that she could walk backwards and drag Daisy off the table and, suddenly pulling backwards with all her weight she dragged Daisy sharply to the edge of the table. Daisy unlocked her legs and slipped to the floor, luckily for her, landing on her feet, then overbalanced on her impractical shoes, falling backwards, her weight sliding the table noisily across the flagstone floor. She landed on her ample ass, her legs apart exposing her bulging cunt in its black panties and the knife clattered across the floor.

"I'll cripple you!" Jan said and stooped to grab her long black hair and, twisting it brutally, she planted her heel on Daisy's bulging vagina and prepared to grind it in, but a split second later Daisy clamped her rock hard thighs around her ankle. Jan rocked on her left foot, keeping her balance by holding onto Daisy's hair and tried twisting her ankle in a vain effort to grind her foot downwards, but Daisy's grip was too strong. So Jan swung the glass tumbler she was still clutching at Daisy's face.

Daisy saw the glass coming at her and turned her head away just on time and the glass broke on the side of her head, cutting her scalp and left side of her face just in front of her ear. "BITCH!" she roared as she grabbed at Jan's hand twisting her hair, then grabbed at her left tit with her right hand. Through all the material Jan felt the front of her boob around her areola squash in Daisy's strong fingers, but she began pulling away and Daisy's fingers began to slip, first stretching her areola, then pulling on her nipple, eliciting a large spurt of milk of such volume it rapidly soaked through her breast pads, bra and T shirt. Immediately Daisy's other hand shot to Jan's right breast and yanked on her prominent nipple brutally. Jan shrieked as her nipple was twisted, but Daisy was soon left gripping just the milk soaked T shirt, stretching it out until it came out from her waistband.

Jan angrily plunged her left hand into Daisy's open top and gripping the top of her left breast, began to squeeze and twist it. Daisy thrashed her legs, kicking the right one up into Jan's crotch. Her shin smacked Jan's pussy, but lacked force and in the next second she was compelled to come to her feet by Jan hauling her up by her hair and breast. Daisy twisted around as her hair was twisted and gasped as Jan's fingers sink into the soft flesh. This began to get to Daisy and the two women tussled back and forth.

"All right. Get off me!" Daisy said. "I said get OFF me!" she wailed, then angrily grabbed the undersides of both of Jan's substantial boobs with wide open, clawed hands (over her T shirt) and began to squeeze. Jan chewed her bottom lip in concentration and piled on the pressure with her finger tips, then began to succumb to Daisy's squeezing.

"Oww! Let GO -- you COW!!" she snarled through clenched teeth and began twisting her handful.

"Watch who you're calling a cow!" Daisy said, then at last she reacted: "OWWW. Bitch!!" she barked. The two angry women staggered back and forth, their shoes clattering on the flag stones, as they squeezed each other's heavily lactating boobs, occasionally crunching over the broken window glass with their shoes as they mauled one another's tits.

Jan now pushed both her hands into Daisy's deep fronted tank-top and bra and gripping her boobs tightly, pulled them out as far as they would go; then beyond until her top ripped. Her tougher made bra survived the tugging. Daisy retaliated by pushing Jan's boobs upwards causing her T shirt to pull further from her waistband and her breasts pads to squeeze over her bra cups. Jan began wrenching Daisy's tits from side to side, the massive mounds of flesh bulging out of her top. Daisy shrieked at this and began pushing Jan away by her boobs, pushing her huge mounds up towards her neck. It made an incredible sight as Jan's chin was swamped by her T shirt clad boobs. She squeezed on Daisy's breasts all the more and pulled them towards her, but was obliged to walk backwards and gradually her fingers slipped from Daisy's sweat covered boobs, but she hooked her fingers under the edge of her top, stretching it out.

Daisy began to wrench Jan from side to side by her boobs. This closer 'infighting' allowed Jan to take another hold, which she did by clamping her clawed hands around Daisy's boobs from the sides and squeezed her breasts under the material and grunted as Daisy yanked her boobs sharply down, then let go, only to catch them again over her prominent nipples, sinking her fingers in behind the areolas. Jan began to pull Daisy's boobs as far apart as she could in the restraining bra, then slammed them together. As Daisy's fingers gouged in behind Jan's nipples, squeezing her swollen milk sacs, Jan ground Daisy's boobs together with her knuckles, working them deeply into the voluminous flesh. Both were gasping and groaning. Daisy's grunts became suddenly harsh as Jan's hands moved over her incredibly pert nipples and began squashing each breast as hard as she could, pulping her mountainous areolas, her milk sinuses spurting from the pressure. Daisy shrieked at this, then suddenly Jan began to yell out as Daisy, grunting fiercely through clenched teeth, ground her fingers into Jan's meaty boobs and grimaced into her face.

"How does that feel? Bitch!" she hissed. This hurt Jan, but she refused to admit it and readjusted her grip then really wrenched and pulled on Daisy's boobs, working heavily on her turgid areolas. The two big women pulled each other's tits and tussled from side to side as they fought then as the women broke apart in mutual discomfort from the breast squeezing and pulling, a furious flurry of punching and slapping ensued during which arms, faces, heads and ribs resounded from the beating, their boobs came in for special attention and were punched and slapped with venom, setting them swinging and bouncing uncomfortably until Daisy grabbed hold of the sides of Jan's breasts beneath her T shirt. Jan stooped forwards from her waist to try to avoid Daisy's grip and at the same time got a good hold on her boobs under her now loose top. It was an amazing sight as the two women, stooping forward almost horizontally, pulled on each other's breasts. There was a loud RRRIIIP! as Daisy's flimsy bra ripped, followed a second later by the stitches in her top.

Having lost her grip, Daisy scrabbled at Jan and amidst the ripping of stitches, pulled her T shirt up around her shoulders, yanking her bra up a good way too, allowing a clear side view of Jan's huge, heavy breasts swinging violently from side to side in their restraining bra, some of the freed flesh bulging out from beneath the band. Then there was a loud RRRIIIP! as Jan ripped Daisy's top along a seam as she struggled to break free, pulling away from Daisy and as Daisy pulled backwards she pulled Jan's torn T shirt off over her head, her bra pads going flying as Daisy tottered backwards several steps clutching the sweaty rag. Her own top was torn down the right seam and the right shoulder strap flapped loose. Her top hanging uselessly from the single strap, Daisy's breasts in her flimsy black bra were much clearer to see and bounced as she staggered backwards, a chunk of flesh bulging out through a torn seam of her bra cup. Jan's long hair hung loose as the ribbon had now gone and her big breasts heaved in her sweat stained white bra as she gasped for breath. Daisy's top slipped off her as she tossed the ripped T shirt aside.

The women warily closed in on each other and, stooping slightly forwards, they circled looking for an opportunity to attack. Their arms were held out ready for anything, their voluptuous breasts now exposed in their bras and held in them like hammocks, swung from side to side, their long cleavages enhanced by the bulging flesh around them which rolled, wobbled, and rippled into waves. The fight seemed to have stimulated them as their areolas were more conical and their nipples bigger as they swelled out their soaked bra cups. The women stared at each other's breasts critically and with hatred.

"So. Whose tits are the best?" Jan said. "D'you want to find out huh? Huh??" she insistently asked.

"More to the point: Whose teats are gonna be in Suzie's mouth after this fight? Daisy added.

"Come on then bitch, if you think your tits are better than mine!" she snarled.

"And I'll rip them off!"

"Not if I rip yours off first!" Jan snarled back.

With that, the two angry women flew at each other with a furious scream. There was a "WHAP!" as their bodies collided and their proud breasts slammed together as they buried their hands in one another's hair and shook each other's head so violently back and forth their voices juddered incoherently. The furious women ripped each other around the kitchen by their hair, pulling at it with such hatred they were actually tearing pieces out.

They collided heavily into furniture and shelving, knocking things crashing to the floor. Their screaming was deafening and, ricocheting off the walls, sounded exactly like an ally-full of cats fighting. As they fought they pulled each other in close and, twisting and tussling, deliberately crashing their big breasts together, squashing, pulling and contorting one another's around their chests. After several seconds of this Daisy got a tight hold of the top of Jan's hair with her right hand and a hold of her right nipple and areola with her left hand and twisted them viciously. Jan shrieked and while she shook Daisy's head by her hair with her left hand, her right hand was soon busy gouging her fingernails into Daisy's left breast. Within a second Daisy pulled backwards until she was leaning at about 45 degrees at Jan and pulled her some way towards her obliging Jan to incline forwards also. But Jan kept up her onslaught on Daisy. As blood ran from the nail punctures in Daisy's breast Daisy gouged her nails into Jan's bra, twisting the encased nipple. It still hurt Jan as Daisy's nails pressed through the lacy material easily.

Their screaming was terrifying and the pain soon made them let go, but as these two busty women leaning from the waist almost horizontally towards each other fought, their overfull bras, unable to prevent the vigorous swinging, swung yet more violently as they tussled, and slapped at each other's breasts as they tried to grab hold of them again resulting in the rolling breast flesh bulging dangerously over the tops. Both women continued to twist each other's necks by the hair and Daisy, finally getting another hold on Jan's breast in a clawed hand, fingers spread wide, began to swing her around in a screaming circle by her hair and breast and Jan kept up the momentum by whirling Daisy round just as hard. She now had a tight grip on Daisy's left arm, her hand pinching her biceps hard. Daisy's strong talons gouged into the thick meat of Jan's breast flesh, a bright splash of blood showing clearly on her ravaged skin and white bra. Both women continued to shake her enemy's head around by the hair, their shouted and screamed abuse coming out incoherently. Jan's clawed left hand dropped from Daisy's hair and swung for her right breast, catching hold of it on the outside of her bra. Daisy bellowed as Jan's fingers sank deep into the tissues and paid back the painful attack by grabbing Jan's right boob. For several seconds, both women squeezed each other's boobs mercilessly. Daisy continued to swing Jan around the kitchen by both breasts, then flung her against the white painted double broom cupboard doors with a "KERASHH!"

Jan was winded as Daisy came at her, but this time their fists and hands flew in a rapid flurry of punching, slapping and scratching, at their breasts, arms and faces until Daisy finally got Jan in a head lock with her right arm, forcing Jan's face downwards. Jan flung her right arm around Daisy's ribs, and got a tight grip on her right breast with her left hand. Daisy shrieked as she felt her breast being squeezed and pinched between Jan's nails and reciprocated, looping her left arm under Jan's arm and gripping her right breast, curling her fingers around the wet bra cup and sinking her finger tips and nails in. "Want to play with tits do you?" she yelled. "You BITCH!" Jan screamed as her boob was pulped in Daisy's powerful fingers. then shoved her hand inside Daisy's bra cup to grasp her breast by the flesh, pinching it viciously between her fingers. It was now Daisy's turn to scream as Jan's fingers nipped deeply into the soft flesh. "I'LL KILL YOU - YOU CUNT!" she screamed as she swung Jan around the room.

The women's shoes scuffed and scraped on the flag stones as they spun into the body of the large kitchen. Jan was by now purple in the face and felt like she was losing, so she began pounding her fist into Daisy's ribs with loud dull thuds. Daisy grunted hard with every agonising blow, but punched and clawed at Jan's back with her right hand then grabbed Jan's back band and stretched it as far as she could to try to tear the metal clasps off. Then as the stitching tore and the little hooks flew off in all directions, and with an animal snarl, she ran Jan backwards against the white painted under stairs cupboard doors. Jan let out an anguished cry of pain as her shapely ass hit it the doors with a loud "KERASHHH!!!" as it reverberated in the empty interior and the big double doors rattled. Daisy pulled Jan forwards by her neck and tit for another slam and hurled Jan's ass against the doors a second time. Another "KERASHH!" was followed by Daisy punching Jan's loose breasts with her left fist, the bra now hanging from just the shoulder straps. Throughout all this Jan remained bent horizontal at the waist, so her breasts swung like punch bags as Daisy's left fist met Jan's right breast with "SMACK!" after "SMACK!".

Grunting after each punch, Jan in turn, punched and clawed desperately at Daisy's ribs and back with her right hand, raking her skin with her nails. Daisy screamed as her flesh was ripped and pounded her free fist into Jan's back before pulling her forwards again by her neck and a fistful of breast flesh, to run her backwards for a third slam. This injured Jan's back and coccyx, but broke Daisy's devastating head-lock. Jan came upright, her face purple from her neck being squeezed and in pain from the last slam, her wide bra straps remained intact on her shoulders but both massive ripped cups flapped around under her huge, heavy, firm boobs as they stuck out like corbels on her chest seemingly defying gravity. Suzie's crying had turned to tremulous screaming and this drove Jan on and as her torn bra slid from her shoulders to the floor, she threw herself at Daisy and grabbed her hair with her left hand and her left bra shoulder strap and the front of her bra cup with her other hand and tugged Daisy towards her hip, kneeing her in her chest.

Daisy grunted hard as her boobs were crushed, her ribs seemed to crack and the breath was knocked out of her. Jan capitalised on this and pulled her towards her by her left nipple which she yanked out of her bra cup, intending to knee her in her pussy. Daisy was badly winded but came upright in a fury and swung her right fist at Jan's head. A sickening "SMACK!" indicated that the fist had hit hard. Jan grunted loudly as her head snapped backwards to hit the door with a "BLAM!" Jan tugged Daisy in close by her right bra cup and the adjoining shoulder strap swung her right fist at her head. The "WHAP!" almost knocked her sideways and tore the strap from the cup. Jan pushed herself off the door with her ass and swung her left fist up as a stinging uppercut to Daisy's right breast. Daisy grunted as it came over the top of her descending cup and let out a long scream, clutching her injured breast. Suddenly Daisy's huge, rounded right breast swung free and bounced violently as, in the next moment in retaliation, she grabbed Jan's head, pulled it downwards and smacked her left knee into Jan's ribs across her naked boobs crushing them with the blow.

Jan gasped at the sudden pain and, still stooping, clutched her breasts. Daisy grabbed her hair and yanked her upright slamming her back against the cupboard door, her breasts bouncing up to her shoulders then down to her ribs. Daisy would no doubt have kneed Jan in the groin to finish the fight, but she was in too close for the decisive blow, so she gripped both of Jan's engorged nipples instead and twisting them viciously, pulled her forwards by them. Jan gasped and immediately grabbed for Daisy's loose swinging right boob, catching hold of it with a "SLAP!" and pulled hard on her nipple, stretching it out to its full length while torturing her left through her bra cup. Daisy began to pull away from Jan, pulling long creases in the breast. Jan gripped it more tightly and her fingernails tore long scratches in Daisy's breast as her fingers slipped towards the mountainous dark areola, pulling it out and finally stretching her thick nipple until her hand slipped from it. Daisy yelled out in pain and increased the ferocity of her attack on both of Jan's breasts by grabbing them high up and stretching them out, her fingers slipping towards her areolas. "See how you like it bitch!" she spat as her fingernails tore into the soft flesh. Jan howled in pain as Daisy's fingernails tore long scratches along the length of her breast. Jan lifted Daisy's injured boobs with both hands held like claws and arching her fingers, dug her nails in, squeezing the breasts as hard as she could. Daisy screamed and in a battle of strength, squeezed her fingers harder into Jan's boobs.

If this had been an ordinary fight she would have given in by now, but that was not an option as Daisy was mad beyond all reason, so she chose her moment carefully and swung her right fist with all her strength at Daisy's head. The "WHAP!" knocked her sideways and Jan pushed herself off the door with her ass and swung her left fist up to deliver a stinging uppercut to Daisy's right tit. Daisy grunted and clutched her injured breast. Jan quickly followed through with a swing of her right fist up into Daisy's left side ribs and burying it in her fat boob. A deep grunt escaped from her and she answered with a right hook to the side of Jan's left breast with a satisfying "SMACK!" then a left haymaker to her face, knocking her sideways. Jan grabbed Daisy's hair in her right hand and swung her back to slam against the wall beside the cupboard doors with a sickening "CRASH!" then ploughed her left fist head on into her right tit.

Winded by her back slamming against the wall and the punch, Daisy furiously swung a left punch to the side of Jan's head, swiftly followed by a right to her cheek. Jan reeled as her cheekbone felt like it had cracked, then grunted hard as Daisy smacked her left fist into the side of her right breast, knocking it across her chest. Jan rammed an uppercut to Daisy's jaw which snapped her head back, but as Jan advanced Daisy knocked her head sideways with a right hook, then a left square into her face knocked her tottering backwards. Jan spluttered as blood poured from her nose. Daisy lowered her head and ploughed her head into Jan's belly, grasping her hips and driving her across the kitchen using her powerful legs like pistons. Neither woman noticed that the heavy kitchen table was in their way, but Daisy propelled Jan backwards to collide with it. The table grated across the floor as both slid along its top, knocking the empty coffee cup and Jan's papers to the floor, then it tipped with the weight of the women. Their legs flailed as the table tilted, then rocked at a crazy angle before it finally hit the floor.

Daisy was catapulted over Jan in a graceless somersault to land heavily on her back above Jan's head, her left shoe skimming across the floor, while her remaining shoulder strap had slipped off her shoulder and her bra cups had slipped beneath her boobs. Jan lay on her back groaning, her huge tits draped towards her shoulders - the fat, rounded orbs on her shoulders, her legs raised against the fallen table top. She twisted around onto her knees and, her heavy boobs swinging, kicked her right leg across Daisy to straddle her belly, Each woman grabbed the others head and as Jan's thumbs gouged for Daisy's eyes, her fingernails razoring the sides of her head, brows and cheekbones, Daisy's clawed hands pushed Jan's head backwards, her fingers probing into her nose, mouth and eyes, her nails gouging her face and leaving nail punctures. Both women snarled and growled loudly as they tortured each other, their voices reaching near hysteria pitch. Jan wrenched Daisy's head from side to side while Daisy's clawed hands ripped at Jan's head. Jan screamed and slipped over to her right, her legs stretched out, the right alongside Daisy's left and her left leg slipped between them and used her weight to force herself flat on top of Daisy and hold her in a body pin chest to chest, their big boobs squashed in all directions.

Daisy thrashed her legs around as she tried to escape until both women's legs and feet fought brutally, kicking each other until Jan's jogging pants and Daisy's stockings were completely ripped, Daisy's high heeled right shoe doing the most damage lacerating Jan's skin and Jan's shoes inflicting terrible bruising on Daisy's legs until her shoes both fell off. Then their legs viciously entwined and wrestled until the women rolled each other onto opposite sides. Still gripping each other's face in their claws and shaking each other's head back and forth, they rolled slowly across the floor towards the broken glass, ripping chunks of hair out, punching, slapping and scratching each others faces, heads, ribs, breasts and backs as they went. Daisy's still fastened and now strapless bra had slid down to her slim waist, her loose, heavy breasts flopped and tumbled around, slapping heavily into each other and thumping against the floor, as did Jan's. They rolled across the edge of the scatter of shards of window glass, small pieces of which stuck to their sweating bodies and caused a number of small cuts to the women's skin.

They rolled across the patch of water from the tumbler full Jan threw at Daisy, then they came up against the wall. Daisy wound up on top. Suddenly, they were rolling back towards the fallen table after Jan launched herself off her powerful left leg. Rolling across the pool of water, Daisy's boobs slapped together and rolled about her broad chest. Two chairs were knocked flying and the fighters rolled until Jan's back struck the sharp edge of the raised brick hearth of the unused fireplace. She screamed as it bit into her flesh. Her boobs lay out to their full length in front of her, her right breast on top of the left. Daisy immediately grabbed her nipples and began pulling and twisting them. Jan returned the assault and both women were soon viciously pulling on one another's swollen tits. Punching and slapping one another's arms and hands away, they writhed and wriggled as they kicked each other. Suddenly Jan began pounding Daisy's abdomen and breasts with her fists.

Daisy, shrieking and shouting, answered back in kind. Jan managed to push herself up on her right elbow to relieve the pressure of the hard edge against her back until she was sitting on her left buttock, her left leg bent towards her. Daisy was obliged to come up into a mirror position. Unlucky for her - as Jan hooked her left arm behind her neck and pulled her head in close and punched at it with her right fist. The hapless Daisy pounded her left fist into Jan's ribs then hurling her weight forward, pushed her over backwards. Using her hands and legs Jan hurled Daisy over her to collide with the wall by the cupboard. Jan was on her in the next second pulling her to her feet by her hair. Daisy held onto Jan's wrist with one hand and her own hair with the other in an effort to prevent it being pulled out. Jan swung Daisy against the wall knocking the breath from her and grazing her skin. Daisy kicked at Jan's legs and grabbed hold of the underside of her right boob and ran her backwards.

Jan was propelled backwards to collide with the kitchen table lying on its side and crashed heavily over it. She groaned as her injured elbow shot sickening pains through her. Similarly, her ribs were in pain and her battered breasts ached worst of all. A second later she heard Daisy's feet on the stairs, the thump of her shoeless foot and the clatter of her remaining red shoe. Jan knew she HAD to get up. Daisy swore she'd take Suzie away and, despite being injured and exhausted, Jan couldn't take the chance. She struggled to her feet, her massive boobs, covered in hand marks, bruises and scratches, swung about like massive udders. She skirted the table just in time to see Daisy scrambling, half crawling, to the top of the stairs. Daisy's enormous boobs swung outwards from side to side and kept hitting a stair as she stumbled repeatedly in her exhaustion. Jan's head was spinning with exhaustion, but she had no choice but to pursue mad Daisy. Daisy reached the landing with a thump. Jan ran up the stairs two at a time and dived to grab Daisy's ankles on the landing. Her weight pulled Daisy backwards and Jan screamed as her boobs thumped down every step and her skin burned as it grazed. Daisy also bellowed as her huge tits bounced and thumped down every step. Her thighs grazed through her shredded stockings and her short skirt was pulled up towards her ribs, the waistband and flimsy plastic belt finally snapping as she reached the bottom step.

Jan began struggling to her torn knees as Daisy, now free of her skirt and completely shoeless, rolled onto her back and began kicking at her. Daisy's garter belt remained intact, though the stockings they held up were ripped to pieces A hefty kick caught Jan in her ribs and before she realized what was happening a massive thump to her chest knocked the breath out of her and sent her sprawling backwards. Daisy was now standing over Jan and she grabbed each of her legs by her jogging pants. Pulling her legs wide, Daisy aimed a blow with her right foot at Jan's cunt, but she saw it coming and twisted, catching just a glancing blow to the inside of her thigh. Jan kicked and struggled to get free before Daisy repeated the move and she managed to wriggle her legs out of her jogging pants, still tied at the waist, with some difficulty. As they slipped over her hip they pulled her white panties off with them. Throwing Jan's jogging pants down Daisy stooped to grab Jan's ankles, but was caught by Jan's left foot as it kicked her in the chest, rapidly followed by a blow to her head from Jan's right foot. Dazed, Daisy suddenly snapped upright and swayed on her feet, then swung her left foot at Jan's naked pussy, her toes and ball of her foot connecting firmly with it. Then she turned to face the stairs again and while Jan lay groaning, clutching at her pussy, she began crawling up them.

Jan was almost passing out from the pain and she could barely believe she was so incapacitated that her daughter could be kidnapped or die at the hands of this maniac. Through all the pain she struggled to her bare knees, her ravaged breasts swinging wildly, and set off after Daisy. Exhausted Daisy had crawled up the stairs and reached the landing where she crumpled into an exhausted heap, believing she had disabled Jan enough to complete her mission. She sat up as she heard Jan crawling up the stairs. Jan lunged for Daisy sitting on the landing, but this time Daisy was ready for her and she kicked her in her face. "UUUGGGNNH!" Jan grunted as her head snapped back. Then another kick loosened a tooth. She raised herself on her arms and pushed the broken tooth out with her tongue and it slid down her chin in a river of saliva and blood, but yet another powerful kick slammed into her left breast, as though Daisy were kicking a soccer ball. "Uuhh -fuck!!" she grunted as pain ripped through it. She clutched at her areola as it swelled, thinking her milk sinuses had ruptured. Then another kick sent her other breast swinging, followed rapidly by a blow to the side of her head. Her face dropped forwards and as Daisy rolled onto all fours, facing the bedroom, she dived on her, grabbing her hips.

Daisy fell face down on the landing, her huge boobs splayed out either side. Raising herself on her forearms, Daisy looked backwards and twisted her back end to try to loosen Jan. Jan pushed her hand inside Daisy's black panties and grabbed her mound, squeezing it as hard as she could, while pulling on the waistband of the flimsy garment, gradually pulling it down. As Daisy kicked her legs about Jan pushed two fingers into her vagina and scratched the sensitive wall. Daisy screamed and threw herself forwards and, rolling onto her back pulled away from Jan. Now with both hands free Jan tore Daisy's panties off altogether with a handful of pubic hairs, but her small victory was short lived as Daisy's thrashing feet caught her squarely in her chest making her sternum explode with pain and she felt herself sliding down the stairs again. Her boobs bounced and slammed on each step, and finally got trapped as the rolls of flesh were pinned to her chest. Though this stung enough to make her feel faint, she stopped halfway down the stairs, effectively saved by her boobs. Her knees and shins were grazed so much they bled.

As though in a terrible nightmare, Jan's clouded vision buzzed as she crawled painfully up the stairs. She reached the landing heaving for breath, Daisy was nowhere to be seen and something was wrong. Terribly wrong! Suzie had stopped crying and she could hear Daisy hissing exhaustedly through her teeth and murmuring to Suzie. With an almost superhuman will Jan managed to get to her feet and ran into the bedroom - and there was Daisy, naked, apart from her bra which hung over her hips like a belt, holding Suzie in her arms virtually buried amongst the enveloping breast flesh. Suzie was already suckling from Daisy's engorged nipple. "Oh no!" Jan said. "Put her down NOW! or I swear I'll kill you!" she said. "Fuck you!" Daisy spat. Suzie seemed to have come up for breath then rolled her head as her mouth sought Daisy's massive areola and nipple, her tiny hands moved to clutch at the big breast.

Daisy was distracted and softened; "I AM going to feed her with my tits," Daisy began; "Then I'm going to kill you. I'll tell the cops that when I came around to see if you were alright but I found that you'd committed suicide!" she babbled desperately "Ha! - It will be obvious to the police from our injuries there has been a fight and YOU will be arrested!" Jan reasoned. "I'll tell them that you were a mad woman and you attacked me and I fought back in self defence!" Daisy argued. Jan felt unbridled fury surge through her as a mother's possessiveness took over. "Get your filthy fat tit out of her mouth!" she snarled trembling with rage. "I'll finish breast feeding her," Daisy said laying the baby carefully into her cot; "After I've smothered YOU with them!"

Daisy straightened up and staring at ech other's boobs for a few seconds the women could see they were horribly transformed by theur injuries; reddened, spotted with ugly bruises and scratches, - no longer pert but hanging unnatractively down over their bellies like battered bags of meat. Jan could not contain her fury a moment longer and yelling at Daisy she ran at her, tackling her like a Football or Rugby player, knocking her away from the cot and bearing her onto the bed then dived on top of her. The bed bounced and creaked alarmingly as the women, breast to breast, rolled back and forth, wrestling each other, twisting arm joints and twisting each other's neck as though to break them, punching and kicking until they crashed to the floor with a massive "THUMP!" which seemed to shake the house. Suzie began crying more loudly at the sound of the altercation and the big women rolled across the carpet, their huge discoloured breasts flying and slapping each other and the floor until Jan found herself on top and, grabbing Daisy's hair close to her head, began to bang her head on the floor. As her brain scrambled in her skull, Daisy reached up and grunting fiercely through clenched teeth, grasped Jan's swinging udders and ground her fingers into them.

Jan threw her head back and yelled out, but none-the-less, Daisy's tactic only enraged Jan and she reached for Daisy's breasts, pulling on both by the nipples and squeezing them and her areolas, forced spurts of milk out. "How does THAT feel? Bitch!" she hissed grimacing into her face. "You won't be putting these in my child's mouth anymore!" All Daisy could do was shriek and gouge her fingers deeply into Jan's areolas and began pulling and twisting her nipples just as hard until they spurted. "Give in or I'll destroy them!!" Jan demanded. Daisy now had the flat of her feet on the floor and arched her back as she rolled from side to side in an effort to unseat Jan: "Never! - I'll destroy yours first!!" she screamed followed quickly by a blood chilling "AAAAHHHH!!!" as Jan began pulling her nipples towards herself, stretching them out by leaning backwards. Daisy's fingers lost their grip and her hands fell heavily to the floor. Then suddenly, Jan leant forward and rammed them back to her chest pushing against Daisy's ribs and mashing her boobs in her clawed hands.

Daisy shrieked at this assault on her breasts and reached up to grasp both of Jan's swinging breasts, squeezing them and pushing her away. Both grunted heavily as their fingers gouged into the hot sweaty flesh, then they both began to scream and squeal as their fingers probed deep into the glandular tissue buried in each breast and pulped them. Daisy's fingers sank deeply into Jan's areolas, hooking her nails under her milk sacs and trying to tear them out, but Jan tore both of Daisy's breasts up towards her face in retaliation and came up on her knees to increase the pressure, her ass in the air. Jan wrenched the heavy boobs from side to side as she tried to hit Daisy in the face with them. Daisy rotated her nails in Jan's areolas scratching the deep red flesh. Jan screamed at the burning pain and dropped Daisy's left breast which flopped back onto her chest, wobbled, then rolled around to her side ribs. Jan rammed her fingertips into the underside where it joins her ribcage and worked her nails in.

Daisy screamed, then Jan grasped the breast by the areola with her left hand, and stretched it out while she gouged her right hand fingers into it, squeezing the glands behind the areola so they squirted. Because of the sweat and milk, Daisy had lost her grip on Jan's right breast and tried to throw her off by grabbing her sweat soaked hair with her left hand and yanking her to her left and ramming her right knee into Jan's cunt. Suddenly, Jan shot forwards as Daisy rammed her knee into her big fat pussy again and Jan suddenly shot forwards. Her insides felt as though they were exploding. But, with her face beside Daisy's, in the crush between their bodies, she twisted her left nipple and a fistful of areola and squeezed them brutally. At the same time she reached out with her left hand and gripped Daisy's left nipple between her fingernails and began stretching it out sideways.

Daisy screamed as the short nails gouged in behind her nipple and her flesh stretched out so thin she thought it would snap. She turned her head an inch to bite as hard as she could into Jan's shoulder. Jan yelled out then instinctively bit into Daisy's left cheek. This had the desired effect and Daisy stopped biting and began pulling Jan's head back by the hair. Jan pushed forwards off her knees and fell chest first onto Daisy's face, her hard breastbone crushing her nose. She then grabbed her arms and slammed them to the floor above and to either side of her head. Pressing down on Daisy's arms, she raised herself enough to drape her huge breasts over her face. Daisy began kicking her legs wildly and wriggled and arched beneath Jan as her air supply was cut off.

Jan began twisting her torso slowly from side to side, grinding her heavy breast flesh into Daisy's face filling her nostrils and mouth with oozing breast flesh. Daisy began to panic as she could not breath. The all engulfing flesh seemed to flow everywhere and mould to her face. Her nose cartilage already painfully bent and crushed, sickened her with pain, her mouth was completely swamped and the flowing flesh even covered her ears. Daisy tried turning her head from side to side, but the flesh only worked in deeper. She then tried to open her mouth wider to bite the flesh, but she could not use her teeth, then she felt the voluminous flesh forcing her tongue down her throat.

Jan felt Daisy weakening beneath her but as her back ached terribly she shifted her weight, dragging her right breast across Daisy's face to replace it with her left. This turned out to be a mistake, it gave Daisy a breathing space and a moment to think. Daisy took the opportunity and gripped the big fat areola between her teeth and bit. Jan shrieked and pulled back as Daisy chewed on it. Jan pushed herself backwards and on her extended arms, threw her head back and yelled out, but Daisy clung on like a limpet, her nose snorting as it was buried in the soft flesh, her teeth working their way into the flesh, she pulled, stretching the breast to its full length. Gurgling in pain through clenched teeth, Jan wrapped one arm around Daisy's neck, cradling her head, and dropped her own head forwards to sink her teeth into the only thing she could reach, Daisy's scalp.

Daisy let out a muffled scream, her nose and mouth buried in Jan's breast flesh and bit harder. The two chewed brutally on each other's flesh for a few seconds, then Daisy grabbed Jan's hair and tried to pull her head backwards. Both had to let go in pain. Daisy flopped back and Jan's injured breast popped out of her mouth as she sat back on Daisy with a thump and, grabbing both of her areolas and nipples, began twisting them. Runs of blood flowing down Daisy's face from her scalp almost blinded her, but she reached up and grabbed Jan's thick boobs with a "SLAP!" and began squeezing them mercilessly as though trying to get her fingertips to meet through the thick flesh.

Jan began to scream, then leaned slowly back, stretching out Daisy's tortured boobs by her nipples, pulling them to an incredible length and stretching them into long cones. Daisy gasped and slipped her fingers to Jan's nipples and getting them between her nails began pulling on them until they looked as though they would snap. Both women were screaming almost continuously by now, their nipples stretched. But a higher pitched, breathless scream started to rip from Daisy as Jan leaned further back, trying to pull Daisy's shoulders off the floor. Daisy rolled her head back and put the top of her head on the hard floor to take the weight and to try and ease the torture of her nipples.

Screaming all the more Daisy twisted Jan's breasts viciously. Jan answered by ramming Daisy's nipples back into her breast flesh and grinding them in with her fists, slamming her shoulders back to the floor, the pressure of her knuckles squeezing her breast flesh out at her sides. Daisy gurgled in pain and moved her fingers to grip Jan's nipples. Jan pulled on Daisy's nipples again and started shaking her big boobs around by her still hard gripped nipples, making her breast flesh wobble like bags of fat. Screaming lustily, Daisy similarly wrenched Jan's boobs around her chest more violently than before as though trying to tear them off.

Unable to take more pain, Jan grabbed Daisy's hands and tried to pull them from her boobs. Daisy saw her chance and twisting her body, threw Jan off her to her right. Following her over in the roll Daisy was up on her knees immediately between Jan's spread legs and leant across to punish her boobs some more. As she clamped her clawed hands around her tits Jan grabbed at hers and wrapped her legs around her waist and, locking her ankles together, began squeezing brutally. Daisy squealed as Jan's powerful scissors hold crushed her and reached back to try and break the hold, which she did successfully, only to find Jan's left foot pound into her right breast and kick her away. Her heel bit all the way down to her chest wall and Daisy went sprawling across the floor, rolling over a couple of times and landing on her back.

Jan was on her hands and knees in a second, ready to hurl herself at Daisy. But Daisy was too quick and was soon up on her hands and knees facing Jan. They paused as each appraised her enemy. The deep bite on Jan's shoulder looked very sore and leaked some blood; her bitten areola still showed Daisy's teeth marks clearly and was horribly bruised, while her face showed the cuts and bruises of the fist pummelling she had received. Jan's bite to Sara's cheek bled freely from the thin flesh and her face was covered in blood which had trickled down from her bitten and bottle gashed scalp. Her reddened face looked distinctly battered.

"Come on then bitch! If you want to try and kill me!" Jan snarled crawling deliberately around her, her huge boobs swinging. "It'll be my pleasure!" Daisy growled similarly circling Jan. "Not if I kill you first." Jan said The two women came up on their knees face to face and fell on each other, wrapping their arms around one another's back and crushing their boobs together as hard as they could, both shrieking and groaning in turn, neither prepared to give in to the other. They mutually pulled apart for a second, then a third slam - during which they tried to force on another over backwards. As they separated each woman grabbed the other's breasts and began to squeeze. "There's room for only one big titted bitch around here!" Daisy snarled through clenched teeth. "Too right!" Jan snarled back and Jan's head dropped forwards and she sank her teeth into Daisy's left breast. Daisy squealed and bit into Jan's left clavicle. Still their fingers gouged deeper and deeper into the tortured breast flesh. Soon the pain from the biting caused each to pull backwards away from her torturer.

Daisy lunged forwards and, grabbing Jan's head, pulled it to the floor smacking her forehead against it. Jan kneeled on her own bedroom floor, her big boobs stuck out from her sides as they pressed against her thighs, her nipples still surprisingly firm, her head still resting on the bloodied carpet. She reached out blindly with her hands to grab Daisy's hips. Upon contact Daisy began punching her back with both hands clasped into a single fist. The thuds were truly horrifying and it seemed that this must surely be the end of this brutal fight. But Jan raised herself on her knees enough to hurl herself forwards, slamming the top of her head into Daisy's chest bearing her backwards to the floor and lay across her chest to chest, their big boobs squashed outwards.

Jan held Daisy pinned to the floor by her wrists, boobs to boobs. Raising herself on outstretched arms, whilst keeping Daisy's arms pinned, Jan slammed her heavy breasts into Daisy's - "THUD!" "Uuggh!" they both grunted. "SLAP!" another grunt exploded from both women, then another four slams knocked the breath out of. Daisy, who now rolled her head from side to side and struggled to free her wrists. "No you don't bitch!" Jan spat as she thudded her boobs against Daisy's a seventh time and for a seventh time a loud "SMACK!" burst from their colliding breasts accompanied by the deep thud of their reverberating rib cages. "AAAGGGHH!!" Daisy grunted as her boobs ached from the beating.

After another three slams both women lay exhausted by the fight and barely able to breath. Jan lay with her breasts draped about Daisy's shoulders, a hard nipple pushed against her neck. "Kill me would you?" she panted breathlessly and drew back as though for another slam, but rocked forward on her hands to drop her huge sweaty 'LL' cuppers over Daisy's face. "ugmnnph. No!!!" came the muffled complaint, then Daisy rolled her head vigorously from side to side until she'd freed her mouth then instantly bit into Jan's left breast. "EEEEYAARRRRGGGHH!!" she shrieked, then began to pull back, but Daisy held on like a limpet. Suddenly her head fell back to the floor and she rolled a distracted Jan over onto her back.

Now their fingers locked and hand to hand their arms wrestled. Daisy's rings dug into her fingers, but the pain made her only renew her efforts. Daisy was thrown from side to side as she sat astride Jan on her knees but finally managed to pound her chest at Jan's. Jan bucked as she twisted thrusting her pelvis high into the air and after four or five bucks, unbalanced Daisy, flipping her onto her back. For a couple of minutes they rolled back and forth, their tits flopping from side to side and slapping the floor, until Daisy got Jan pinned. "Now you die!" she snarled melodramatically and buried Jan's head amongst her breast flesh. She grunted triumphantly as she emphatically reinforced her breast smother and felt Jan growing weaker.

She began to work out in her head what she would tell the cops. "I caught Jan smothering her own baby, I was too late, but she attacked me and I had to fight her to defend myself! - Yeah: That's what I'll tell them," she decided. Then suddenly her left breast stung as though someone had clamped it with pincers. Jan was biting into the underside of her breast ferociously. She clenched her teeth and tried to bear the pain out - "after all, it will be over soon". Suzie was crying lustily again, which hurt her ears and made her head spin.... "Ok! Mommy will feed you soon!" she yelled. "AAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!" she finally shrieked as Jan rolled her over, giving her breast flesh a final twist between her teeth. Jan was quickly on her, but her position was not ideal, lying, as she was, between Daisy's spread thighs.

As Daisy struggled Jan tried to wrench her hands free, her boobs swinging violently from side to side, while Daisy's rolled on her chest then suddenly Jan's left hand was free and she immediately gripped Daisy's right nipple and began twisting it: "You won't be putting this in my kid's mouth again!" she snarled. Daisy shrieked and grabbed Jan's distended nipple and twisted it in retaliation. It seemed like a battle of attrition as each tried to outlast the pain. Milk dribbled from each tit, making them slippery, but Daisy was distracted enough to allow her left arm to weaken.

Jan immediately ripped her hand from Daisy's and swiftly moved both hands to Daisy's throat closing her fingers around it and squeezed for all she was worth. She didn't even feel Daisy's claws raking at her flesh. But she felt Daisy's hands fasten around her throat and as her windpipe felt the crush of her thumbs, she gurgled for breath. Her biceps strained and shook as she piled on the pressure with her own fingers. She felt hot as her face turned purple, her ears rang and she was choking, desperately unable to breath as she felt her throat being crushed. Jan's head felt as though it was about to explode and felt herself becoming faint as though slipping away, but shook herself awake and concentrated on grinding her thumbs into Daisy's throat. It all depended now in who was the strongest.

Choking noises and spluttering filled the air as both women's arms shook with the effort. Daisy's eye's rolled back in her head, then snapped open again as she heard Suzie's lusty crying. This drove Jan on, even as Daisy twisted around enough to roll Jan onto her side and clamp her legs around her waist. Each woman began to shake the other's head back and forth, their huge boobs spread out in front of them shook as waves rippled the flesh. Daisy broke her scissors hold on Jan's waist and rolled her over, but with a loud groan Jan continued the volition and got Daisy on her back and this time kicked her legs astride her. Daisy's arms weakened and as her hands fell limply from her throat Jan watched her face turn purple, then blue, but was unreasonably unconvinced that she wasn't somehow shamming and began to shake her head back and forth by her limp neck.

Daisy's head thumped on the floor, sounding throughout the house through the floorboards. Jan's vision was blurred and it was as though she was looking through a red cloud. She felt sweat stinging her eyes and her bulging forearms and biceps ached unbearably. As Daisy lay still, her breath continued to blow bubbles of saliva from her mouth, and Jan decided to end it in the surest way possible: Keeping a tight grip on Daisy's neck, Jan threw herself forwards and buried her head completely under the voluminous breast flesh. Her head in a daze, Jan lay like this as she slowly felt herself passing out. Suddenly Howard was there trying to lift her from Daisy's still form and prizing her fingers from Daisy's throat.

Jan sat dazed on the bed wrapped in a blanket as paramedics arrived and set about reviving the unconscious Daisy and the police arrived in surprising force, firing questions at her. At last Daisy was taken away strapped onto a stretcher to be treated in hospital. Howard knelt beside the bed and comforted Jan. "It's ok" he said gently, "she's alive; Just! The police believe what you said, that she tried to kill you and Suzie. I don't think she'll be coming out of prison for a long time!" Howard finished. "Poor Jed" Jan said sadly and began to cry. Another crew of paramedics quickly examined her and decided she was suffering from shock and multiple injuries and took her to hospital. Jan's sister Connie had arrived home and went to the hospital with her.

Howard stood alone in the room and looked at Suzie. "I suppose I ought to mix some formula for you" he said.