The Rivalry Pt. 01

Disclaimer: All characters in all chapters of this story are 18 years of age or older.

"Bro, have you seen her?" said Rick. He put his hands far out in front of his chest, as if he were holding two medicine balls. "I overheard someone saying that they're K-cups. I didn't even realize they made bras that big. At first I thought they were talking about coffee."

"They have to be fake right?" said Thomas. "No way Sally Kim grew a massive pair of tits in one summer."

"I don't think so. They have to be natural. Why would she go that big? And what kind of doctor would do that to a senior in high school, even if she's 18?"

"Damn, the genetics went crazy."

"It's not just her boobs, either. She looks like a completely new person. I wouldn't have recognized her except for all the people talking about it."

It was the first debate tournament of the new school year, and John was sitting at a table in the hosting school's cafetorium, reading through all of his prepared materials. "Come on guys," he said. "I'm trying to focus here."

"You're really not interested at all?" said Rick. "A girl that asked you out last year is now a sex goddess, and you're sitting here, prepping for a debate?"

All throughout high school, everyone had said that John and Sally should date, which pissed him off to no end. Not that he was an Adonis by any means, only five-six, and no heavier than a hundred twenty pounds soaking wet. But it was offensive for people to assume he and Sally were a good fit. When she awkwardly asked him in front of everyone to go to her school's prom last spring, it was easy to tell her no, and truthfully, he took a lot of pleasure in doing so. Even though she was 18 years old at the time, the same age John was, she was even shorter than he was, and looked much younger--stick-thin with absolutely no curves to speak of. She wore these hideous glasses and still had braces and bad acne all over her forehead. Or at least, she did. All of that was gone now, apparently, but how much could really change in four months?

"Please," said Thomas. "She wouldn't give him the time of the day now. I heard that she had to switch her Instagram to private to prevent all the creeps from commenting. I tried adding her, but she hasn't accepted yet. We should've done it when we had the chance."

"I wouldn't date her anyway," said John. "Why would I stoop to someone below me?"

John wasn't the most popular guy, and around school he was known as being very quiet and shy, but debate was the one place where he came out of his shell. When he got behind the podium, it was like he turned into a different person. His points were always incisive and no one spoke more eloquently. He won every single tournament in their district last year, and got to the semi-finals at the state tournament. This year, he was sure that he was going to be state champion. Sally could maybe considered his rival, except that rivalries usually weren't so one-sided. She was a good debater, but no match for John. Most tournaments she got second place, as long as she didn't run into him in the bracket before the finals.

Rick and Thomas were only on the debate team because John was, and they had one out-of-town trip a year that the school district paid for. They'd all been best friends since elementary school, and they were all now 18 years old and high school seniors. Rick and Thomas didn't take debate very seriously, and spent most of the time during tournaments goofing around. Once in a blue moon one of them would somehow win a few rounds and make it to the elimination bracket. John liked having them around, but right now, he was frustrated by how distracting they were being. John was an okay student, with good enough grades to go to the local state university, but debate was his ticket to his dream school. His guidance counselor had told him that if he won state, it would be almost guaranteed that he would get in. He had come just short the previous year, but this was his senior year, and he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way.

He crushed through all the preliminary rounds easily. One of his opponents, a lanky sophomore from another school in their district, grew so flustered that during the prep time before his rebuttal he just put his head down on his desk. John always felt powerful when utterly defeating an opponent. It was better than sex, he was sure of it, even though he'd only had sex once, a drunken tryst during debate camp that past summer, and he'd had too much liquor to cum.

A couple of times throughout the day he caught a glimpse of Sally, but she was always surrounded by other people, and he couldn't get a good look at her. Not that he cared. He was curious, of course, but he had more important things to focus on. It wasn't until the end of the day that he finally encountered her. He was about to leave the school building, when he heard a familiar voice, although it was huskier, breathier than he remembered.

"Hey there, stranger," she said.

When he turned around, he was in shock. Obviously, he'd heard about all the changes, but for some reason, they didn't really register until he saw her in person. The first thing he noticed was that she had also grown several inches, such that she was the same height as him, except that she was also wearing five-inch heels, so she towered over him. Gone were her glasses and her braces. She'd grown out her hair and in luscious waves. She used to never wear makeup, but now, she was all done up: heavy blush, long lashes that accentuated her big eyes, plump red lips that looked like they were made for sucking cock. Were they always that full, or did he just not notice? Fuck, she looked absolutely incredible, and that was even before he got a chance to look at her body. She was wearing the same navy blazer that she wore all their previous years--he recognized it for how raggedy it looked, and the stain on the lapel that never washed off--but now, instead of being buttoned up, it hung to her sides, completely inadequate to cover her gigantic chest. All the gossip had been underselling her. She was totally massive now, her tits way too big for her body. They were nearly twice the size of her head, and completely covered her all the space in the front of her torso. John had never seen breasts this big, not even on the internet, and they were so close he could reach out and touch them. Maybe it was just the contrast, but her waist looked even tinier than before. There were these gaps in her white blouse between the straining buttons, and John swore he could see the imprint of lace against the thin fabric, and pillowy flesh spilling up over the top of the bra.

"Did you have a good summer, John?" she said.

"Yeah," he said. "I did."

"I heard you went back to debate camp."

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you learn a lot, John?"

"Yeah, I did." For some reason, he couldn't get himself to say anything else.

"I'm glad to hear it," said Sally. "I don't know if you could tell, but I had a very fruitful summer too." As she said this, she ever so slightly straightened her back and puffed out her chest. The gaps in her blouse widened, deepening the lines on the fabric. If she wasn't careful, she was going to a pop a button.

"Did you now?" John snorted.

"You're not impressed?" she said. "Everyone else seems to be. I mean, just look at me. Look at this body. I'm a walking wet dream. Do you want to know my measurements? My cup size?"

"No," he said. "I don't."

"Do I not turn you on, John?" She was pouting, fluttering her long lashes and twirling her hair.

He didn't say anything. His mouth was getting dry.

Sally stepped forward. "Have you ever seen breasts this big, this perfect? God, they're so perky, aren't they?"

"Sure I have," he lied. It took everything in his power not to stare at those massive globes, just inches away from his face.

"You were so mean to me last year when I asked you to homecoming. All you had to do was say no, you didn't have to insult me in front of everyone. I haven't forgotten about it. But if you apologize, I'll let you see them. I know you want to."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Wow," Sally giggled, as she started to unloosen her top button. "That was quick. You really do want to see them."

"Not at all," he demurred. "I was just being nice. "

"Oh," she said. "Never mind then." She fastened the button back up.

"No skin off my back."

She leaned over, her face right next to his. He could feel her breath on his ear and smell the floral scent of her shampoo. Soft flesh pressed into his shoulder. It felt so heavy and full. "I'm coming for you this year," she whispered in his ear. "I'm going to ruin you."

"Not a chance," John said, suddenly defiant.

Sally stood back and just smirked. "We'll see," she said. As she clicked away in her heels, he could see somehow see her boobs from behind, swaying from side to side as she walked. Not only that, but it was clear that her development wasn't limited to her chest. Her plump ass was struggling to be contained in the tiny pencil skirt she was wearing, jiggling perfectly as she strutted down the hallway like it was her catwalk. He got in his car and tried to drive home, but he couldn't wait. He pulled into a dark corner of the parking lot, where he leaned back his seat and jacked off, cumming in three strokes. When he got home, he had to take a cold shower, then still jacked off two more times before he could fall asleep.

The next morning, they had their final preliminary around, and then the bracket for the elimination rounds was posted. John was first in the bracket, and Sally was second. They had both gone undefeated. Somehow, Thomas had managed to qualify for the elimination rounds, and he was slated to face Sally in the first round, which he was way too excited about. Their rounds were in adjacent classrooms, and John and Thomas walked there together. As they approached, they could see a large crowd gathered in front of one of the classrooms.

"Looks like people want to see the champ in action," John said, but as they got closer, it became clear that the crowd was standing in front of the room assigned to Sally and Thomas.

"Or they want to get their rocks off," said Thomas, as he walked in.

Sally defeated Thomas handily. He was not used to the crowd--normally it was just the debaters and the judge, with maybe one or two freshmen in the room forced to watch by their coaches. But even aside from the performance anxiety, he was completely distracted by Sally. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. During his prep time, he just stared at her, and he stammered through his speech. It didn't bother him at all though. "Had the time of my life," he said, afterward.

"How was she?"

"Incredible."

"No, I mean how was her debating?"

"Oh, I don't know. I wasn't listening to her at all."

"I bet she hasn't improved since last year."

"Who cares, man? I'm going to go to the bathroom. I need to rub one out."

"Gross, dude," said John. He couldn't believe that Thomas was so entranced by Sally. Yes, she was hot, but John was above that. He had self-control. He had a purpose, and he wasn't going to be distracted by some girl, no matter how insanely busty she was.

As expected, John made it to the finals easily, soundly defeating all of his opponents. So did Sally, although John dismissed it, telling himself that it was only because all her opponents were weak, without the discipline that he had. Given the popularity of her rounds, the organizers decided to hold it in the school's auditorium. Word had gotten out, and people who weren't involved at all with the tournament showed up to watch the mega-breasted girl debate in her way-too-small blazer.

John was standing offstage when Sally approached him. The round was just about to start.

"Good luck," she said.

"I don't need luck," he said.

"Oh, I think you do," she said. Right then, she took off her blazer, and stretched her arms back. The blazer must have been doing some minimizing, because her breasts were now jutting out to an insane degree, more than a foot in front of her body. Lines stretched all across her shirt, and John swore he could see her nipples, poking through what must have been an industrial-strength bra. Sally turned to the side, giving John a view of her delicious silhouette: her little waist, her perfectly round ass, and the mind-boggling contrast between with those enormous tits.

"People have been saying that I'm a K cup," she said. "I have no idea where that rumor came from, isn't that so wild?"

"Yeah," said John. "There's no way you're that big."

"Oh that's not what I meant," said Sally. Her eyes had a mischievous look to them. "I'm so much bigger than that. I grew so fast this summer, you wouldn't believe it. I blew through a K cup by the Fourth of July. I wear a 30R now."

John gulped. "A 30R?"

"Yeah," she said. "I have to get all my bras custom made from a special shop downtown. And guess what?" Sally stepped forward, really pressing her left boob into John. It was so firm that it pushed him back. She leaned in, her hot breath on his ear: "I'm still growing." She pushed her breasts together, kneading them in her hands. It was obvious they were natural, the way the soft flesh molded around her fingers. "Anyways, break a leg. I'm sure you'll beat me like you always do."

Sally walked onstage, to massive cheers, while John just stood there, stunned, with the biggest erection of his life poking through his dress pants. Eventually, one of the judges came to get him, and he was dragged onstage. He was the affirmative, and he struggled through his initial speech, having to reread sentences over and over again. He couldn't even get through all of it. On his rebuttal, he just stood up, and nothing came out of his mouth. At the end of the debate, he slinked away before they even announced the result, the applause ringing in his ear. Even still, he had to relieve himself the moment he got back to his car. This time, he didn't bother to move to a less conspicuous part of the parking lot.