DOPPLEGANGER NEXT DOOR, part 4 (Patreon)

The struggle between penthouse neighbors immediately intensified, escalating into a tempestuous whirlwind of emotions and physicality—it was as if the urge to fight had been building up not for a few hours, but for months or years. The sound of two young, supple bodies crashing against the walls echoed through the hallway, sending out vibrations that Tanja believed would resonate in the building’s foundation. Droplets of water flew through the air as the hair swayed between tugs, and the towels, with their thick fabric conforming to Tanja’s and Katja’s curves to accentuate the contours of their sensual bodies, threatened to unravel and expose their tantalizing forms with each fierce movement.

Tanja’s heart pounded in her chest with an irregular rhythm of chaos and adrenaline as the female battle grew more desperate, fueled by an intoxicating mix of passion and instant rivalry. With each push and pull, the blonde’s muscles strained and flexed, the golden locks of the rivals clinging to their pretty faces, the reddened cheeks glistening with moisture. Blue eyes locked, exchanging a mix of determination, frustration, and something else—something Tanja could not yet figure out, but that made her nipples grow harder and harder.

The chaotic music continued to play, amplifying the raw energy between them. Tanja heard Katja’s breaths grow labored, but her own lungs were also struggling to take in enough air. Freeing her right hand from the other hair, she grabbed Katja’s arm to pull her closer, her fingers digging into her nemesis’ flesh and leaving red imprints as a testament to the hard battle. She could feel the tremors coursing through Katja’s body, but there was less consolation in knowing that they were matching her own uncontrollable vibrations. Then, Tanja felt the nails of the other blonde clawing and scratching her upper back, and she can’t help but gasp out a hiss of pain. Tanja refused to let Katja gain the upper hand, to succumb to the pain that coursed through her body, so with a renewed burst of energy, she tightened her grip on her nemesis, her fingers tangling in Katja’s hair with fury, her nails leaving behind a trail of marks on her foe’s arm.

The pain became a stimulus, a source of energy that drove Tanja to give even more in the sudden and fiery confrontation. Every time Tanja’s fingers closed around strands of her rival’s hair, a wave of ecstasy hit electrically her skin, giving her goose bumps. Finally, she managed to pin Katja against the wall, their angry faces centimeters apart. Their heavy breaths mingled in the air, and Tanja could see the defiant fire in Katja’s cloned eyes. Now their young bodies were pressed against each other, towel to towel, but Tanja still felt Katja’s heavy breasts forced against her own pair. She was unable to momentarily put aside the evenly matched, hard-fought war of hair pulling and body clashing to focus on an obsessive thought, on one particular comparison: she wondered if her D-cup boobs were bigger than Katja’s. The thought felt stupid, almost childish in the midst of that rabid catfight, but the supposed millimetric equilibrium between her rival and her was gnawing at her, fueling her desire to assert her physical dominance over her twin foe in one way or another.

As if Katja had similar thoughts, she relaxed her body a little, and Tanja followed suit. With her proud chest pressed against Katja’s bust, Tanja could feel part of the weight of the other boobs. With a surge of arrogance, she pushed herself a little closer, both bodies locked in a tense struggle. Their big breasts, concealed beneath the thick towels, became suddenly the focal point of the battle for supremacy. Tanja’s hands instinctively moved to the edges of her towel, her fingers tracing the outline of her own curves as she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if her breasts proved to be larger than Katja’s, what it would be if she conclusively possessed a physical advantage over that thief of bodies.

The desire to validate her superiority consumed Tanja, but it was Katja who moved first now, boldly pushing her bosoms harder against Tanja’s, as if daring her to say something about the hot issue. The towels strained against the bodies, and both girls grunted.

Sadly, the sound of their fierce battle and the loud music echoing through the hallway had caught the attention of the other neighbors. Muffled voices came from the floors below until a male voice complained loudly. Tanja suddenly found herself frightened, the threat of the intense confrontation between her and Katja coming to light suddenly feeling menacingly real.

Tanja reluctantly stepped away from Katja, their blue eyes still locked in a defiant gaze. Despite the interruption, neither of them backed down. The fire in their gazes burned brighter, fueled by the unfinished business between them. They silently communicated their mutual desire to continue where they left off, to settle the score once and for all…but not now. With a final daring look, Tanja turned on her heels and swiftly made her way back to her penthouse, her heart still pounding with adrenaline.

After slamming the door shut behind her, Tanja turned off the music almost with a punch to her music system, and took a moment to catch her breath as her mind burned with a thousand and one hot, rambling thoughts. Echoes of the brief but passionate woman-to-woman combat lingered in her mind, urging her to go out again to find her twin neighbor, but another part of her was asking her to be realistic and calm down—it was not the time.

Looking to cool off, Tanja made her way to the bathroom, her heart pounding from the intense struggle. She leaned over the sink, splashing cold water onto her flushed face, feeling the refreshing droplets cascade down her skin. As she straightened up, she caught her reflection in the mirror, her damp blonde hair clinging to her face, framing her fierce expression. Her blue eyes held a glint of scorching determination, and a few beads of sweat were still glistening on her forehead and neck.

“Fucking, fucking bitch,” Tanja grunted. “Dirty, disgusting piece of shit.”

With each breath she took, Tanja could feel the burning resentment growing inside her. The memory of their fierce clash, the painful tugs of hair, the scratches and the sheer animosity exchanged between them, fueled the fire of her loathing towards a girl who should not exist.

“I hate you, Katja,” she confessed as she glared at her reflection, where she saw herself but also her nemesis. Then, an idea assaulted her mind—again.

Tanja dropped the towel from her body, exposing her glistening, sweaty nakedness to the reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were drawn instinctively to her breasts, swollen and heaving from the intense physical exertion of the fight. Her nipples, hardened and erect, served as a testament to the raw energy that had coursed through her during the battle. Tanja’s mind replayed the final moments of the female conflict, and she couldn’t help but dwell on the sensation of her breasts pressed against Katja’s, the friction and intensity that had surged between them, even with the barrier of the towels separating their bodies. In that moment of heated struggle, the comparison had become an unspoken competition between them.

“I’m bigger, I’m sure,” she said to herself, even without knowing whether it was true or not, as her blue eyes traced the curves of her sexy bosoms, the contours that had clashed with Katja’s pair. “I have to be bigger.”

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her as she measured her own boobs: they were large, well-proportioned and, without a doubt, enticing, but a flicker of hesitation sparked within Tanja. She felt a toxic urge to possess breasts even more voluptuous and captivating than Katja’s, her longing to shatter the illusion of perfect physical parity between blondes and to assert her own uniqueness by further accelerating her heartbeats. The mere thought of surpassing her rival, of flaunting a physical attribute that exceeded her counterpart’s, ignited a thrilling sense of pompous satisfaction within Tanja’s mind.

But there was more going on in Tanja’s head. Mercilessly, her own flesh made her think of something else, forcing her to confront another perplexing sensation coursing through her body. As she stood there, naked in front of the mirror, she noticed that a subtle arousal was stirring inside her. Her nipples responded to the tension pulsating with anticipation, while a gentle throb resonated from her crotch.

“Again…” she complained, recalling the hot events of the shower. Confusion mingled with the undeniable excitement that surged through her veins, and Tanja couldn’t quite comprehend why the intensity of the catfight had awakened such a response within her, instead of removing it. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, betraying her with its sensual awakening. “Shit…” As her breaths quickened, Tanja watched the rise and fall of her breasts becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, a mixture of animosity and an inexplicable sensuality.

With some fear of what might happen, Tanja hesitantly traced her fingertips along the contours of her own sensitive titflesh. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. As her fingers grazed over her erect nipples, a wave of pleasure shot through her, resonating deep within her core. Her breaths grew shallow and labored as her fingers danced over her sensitive flesh, Tanja’s heart pounded in her chest as she denied herself to succumb to the intoxicating sensations that pulsed through her—she was not going to orgasm there, just touching her fat boobs, let alone thinking about her hated nemesis.

“Enough of this shit!” the blonde punk rocker blonde almost screamed. She wasn’t understanding anything that was going on and, for a moment, she really longed for her former life, before moving to this unfamiliar city where Katja Thorn lived. She just wanted to go to concerts, drink a lot and fuck tattooed men, not having to suffer that unrealistic experience where she unexpectedly, against all common sense, would get horny at the thought of a newly met and aggressive neighbor making her life miserable with her clone-like appearance.

Not wanting to touch her poisonous curvy body anymore, Tanja turned away from her reflection to go to her bedroom. There, she plopped down on the bed, naked and sweaty. Closing her eyes, she tried to let sleep take her away from her problems, but it wasn’t until three hours later that she managed to fall asleep.

Of course, Katja Thorn was waiting for her in the dream world, as dangerous as she was in the mundane realm…

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