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Bring Tit On!
Commissioned by echo
Written by HarmonyMotion

Prologue - Stacked Sierra High Wins Again

“This year’s winners, folks: the Sierra High Stupendous Squad!”

Stella, head cheerleader, stood atop the podium with the first and second losers to her left and right. The audience clapped and hollered as she received the gold medal for her team. As she leaned forward, the expansive valley of her more than generous cleavage tipped over for everyone to see as her normally, already enormous breasts drooped even lower and magnified the superbly stunning effect of her cleavage.

Her mother Monica, dressed in an even more revealing top with an even more bountiful bosom who also happened to be their cheer coach, sitting in the crowd, was not so impressed with her team receiving the award.

The rest of the Sierra High Stupendous Squad were more relieved than joyful as well. Jenny, Stella’s right hand and the shyest among the squad was downright dejected. She knew firsthand of the pressures that Monica exerted on them, expecting them to win every single event. And now they had.

Jenny secretly wished that they’d lost. Maybe a cold splash of reality would get her to simmer down. Lower her expectations. Stop being such a bitch, she thought the word extra harshly. And then felt ashamed of her little internal outburst.

Still, regionals were over and they’d won. No pressure to compete until next year. Of course, Monica would have the whole squad practicing during summer break. Many of the girls didn’t make it to stay through next year when they heard that they’d be cut unless they dropped all of their summer plans to train. They’d put in their one year, got their accolades, and were ready to move on with their lives.

As the squad gathered together and the crowd dispersed, Monica came barreling toward them from the sidelines.

“Well, we won. Megan, where was your attitude? The expression on your face is part of the routine! How many times do I have to tell you that? We’re lucky we won with you looking like a Debbie Downer in the crowd. I want you to stand in the mirror every morning and practice that smile!

Danielle, I could tell you were getting tired at the end of the routine. You need to work on your conditioning. You’ll be showing up to practice early before the other girls. I need to whip you into shape.

Jenny, good job. You were good out there.”

Jenny averted eye contact, embarrassed not only to be singled out in front of the crew that Stella was chastising, but simply because she was being complimented. She hated attention.

“Monica... Monica, Monica, Monica,” Stella sighed as she crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, causing them to jiggle. “We’ll talk when we get home.”

Monica harrumphed petulantly, bouncing her own.

All of the girls grimaced. She was famously hard on her daughter.

“But coach Madsen... we won! We won regionals! All of it!” one of the girls protested.

“You’re lucky everyone else here is so bad! Nobody has any standards! I want our routine perfect. PERFECT, you hear?”

As the dejected girls headed for the bus and vowed not to rejoin the cheer team next year, an unfamiliar person approached Monica and slid a business card into her hand.

“You’ve only beaten the amateurs performing for high school teams. Why don’t you come underground, where we have real stakes...”

Monica peered at the person and tried to place them. She knew everyone in the cheer world. But she came up blank. When she examined the business card and looked back up to tell off the person who was trying to scam her, they were already gone.

Chapter 1 - Separating the Chaff from the Teats

“Alright girls, time to go go go!” Monica spoke into her megaphone on the first day of summer vacation.

Over half the girls had already blown off the training session. Stella, quite experienced with this phenomenon, expected that there wouldn’t be any girls left in about a week. Just herself and Jenny, meeting Monica’s always unachievable demands.

Really, Monica was the epitome of fitness. Extremely leaned, toned, and well-conditioned, the only thing that defied belief about this mother of 40 years of age being in better shape than the teenage cheerleaders she coached was the enormous pair of jiggling tits on her otherwise powerful frame.

“Three more laps!” Monica barked as she sucked down air. They’d already been jogging on the track for ten minutes, and the other girls were more than worn out. And they didn’t even have to bear the burden of having a pair of huge weights on their chests!

Stella and Jenny, the ones who had stuck with and obeyed Monica’s orders for years, were the only ones who could keep up. Stella had her own large pair of knockers bouncing heavily on her chest, slapping her torso and threatening to mold against her chin with every powerful stride, but she was still nothing compared to her mother.

And her mother loved lording it over her.

“Can’t take it anymore?” Monica shouted relatively evenly in between breaths despite having gone over a mile at this point. She hefted her generous bosom by wrapping her svelte arms underneath those heavy orbs and pushed them up. The lightly beaded sweat atop of the slopes of her clearly visible cleavage glinted off of the morning sun.

“I’ll never stop! I’m gonna beat you today!” Stella grabbed her own comparatively smaller breasts and squished them together to ease the discomfort of their morning run.

Jenny intentionally stayed behind. The last thing she needed was to outdo the huge chested Mirren women and get an earful about how inferior she was compared to them because of her “only” D-cup size.

“I... won’t...” Stella struggled to breathe.

“Ha! Finished already?” Monica taunted.

Stella couldn’t respond. She tried to pump her sore, overtaxed legs. Her limp arms were flailing about her side like limp, wet noodles. Her strength was giving out.

Stella’s pace slowed to a hobble before stopping completely.

“Poor, poor Stella. Not as big as her mom, and not nearly as strong!” Monica bragged as she dabbed the sweat off of her brow and breasts with her white cloth wristband.

“I’ll... beat you one day...” Stella wheezed, gasping for air.

Jenny came to a rest behind the two women, looking mostly fresh. Her long blonde ponytail was still neatly tied despite the strenuous run.

“You know how important these big titties are? They win hearts and competitions!” Monica jiggled her chest in demonstration. They wobbled back and forth in her sports bra, looking so firm and ripe, and gravity defying even for her age.

Stella raised her arm and waited for one of the junior cheerleaders to deliver her water bottle, which one of them promptly did. She took a huge swig and nearly choked.

“It’s important that you keep training and growing. I don’t want to raise a small-titted loser! I was getting bigger all the way into my early twenties, so there’s hope for you yet, Stella. And bearing this weight means extra training. Don’t you dare turn out to be smaller than me! You know how worthless flat chested girls are!”

If the rest of the cheerleading team had planned to try to tough it out a few more weeks, they certainly wouldn’t now.

One of the girls tapped Jenny on the shoulder.

“Eep!” Jenny jumped, startled from the unexpected sensation. But the truth was, everything startled her.

The entire rest of the squad grimaced at Jenny’s outburst. They’d wanted to speak to her in confidence, and Brianna had even tried to be gentle and made her presence known before trying to grab Jenny’s attention. Thankfully for them, Monica and Stella were still barking at each other in some sort of sick mother daughter busty brunette rivalry.

“Hey Jenny... we don’t want to start any drama. So like... we’re gonna drop out. You’re really good and nice; why do you stay with the team?” Brianna whispered.

“I um... I dunno...” Jenny blushed.

“I mean, Coach Monica is totally batshit crazy! I feel bad for Stella too... but it’s like she buys into it as well!”

“Hey, what are you flatties talking about!” Monica screeched. “Jenny, come back over here!”

“Yeah, Jenny!” Stella echoed after her mother. “Those girls can’t even keep up with us, and what are they? C-cups at best!?”

Jenny avoided eye contact with the other girls and shuffled over to her captain and coach as she’d always done.

“How can she take after Coach Monica!? I don’t... what the fuck! I’m outta here!” Brianna screamed.

She and the other cheerleaders made an exit. It was the first time that the squad had been reduced to two as early as day one. There was always tryouts with the freshman come school year again though.

“Good. They served their purpose in helping us win regionals. And they’re worthless compared to us anyway,” Monica sneered, hefting her lush breasts once again.

“But now we’ll have to find new cheerleaders to train!” Stella complained with an angry shake, trying to get her own breasts to emulate the unmatchable sway of her mother’s.

Monica harrumphed dismissively at the attempt.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve gotten a tip that I followed up on. We won’t need them anymore. Regionals is totally pointless. You two have won them all, which is a goal that I never achieved when I was your age,” Monica looked remorseful. “But now that we’ve done it, I understand that I had set my sights too low. It’s time to go to the real, underground cheer competitions.”

Stella and Jenny looked at each other, totally flabbergasted.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Stella groused.

Jenny, normally shying away from any sort of confrontation, nodded in agreed confusion.

Chapter 2 - A New Venue

“I got a tip,” Monica explained. “I thought for sure someone was just yanking my chain, but after making some calls where everyone was all hush hush, I finally got a hint that it’s real. They can’t keep any secrets from me!” She ran her arms and hands over the sleek sports bra, outlining her mind-blowing curves and pinching her large, thick, erect nipples. “That’s the kind of power I have!”

“Mom, what the hell are you talking about!” Stella insisted.

“Right. Underground. I’ve seen it for myself. They have cheer competitions there. But we can do dangerous routines that they outlawed for these competitions. I’ve called in a more worthy team to compete with us. Old friends of yours, old teammates. We’re gonna need them.”

“What’s the point of that?! If it’s underground, it’s not like anyone will know!” Stella barked. Jenny listened in fascination.

“Oh, people will know. They’ll know,” Monica declared with a mysterious gleam in her eye. “The winners get a prize. A real prize. Not like our little medals from regionals.”

“Reward?” Jenny asked meekly.

“Yes, Jenny. They have a large, blue crystal in these underground battles.”

“Is it expensive?” Stella interrupted.

“Oh honey,” she said condescendingly, and with venom. “It’s not about money. No, this is about the most important thing in a woman’s life,” Monica continued to tease the point.

Stella looked at her mother blankly.

“B-b-boobs...?” Jenny whispered. She had no idea how it could possibly have anything to do with boobs, but she did know the Madsen family agenda.

“Yesss!” Monica hissed. “You got some brains on you, girl. But brains aren’t what matter in this world.” She massaged her own huge, jiggling spheres once more for everyone’s viewing jealousy.

Jenny wasn’t sure how to react to such a backhanded compliment. So she just kept her mouth shut as usual while her years of resentment piled up and boiled.

“How the hell can it affect boobs!? Your obsession has gone too far, Mom!” Stella retorted.

“Listen, daughter. I didn’t believe it at first either. But I saw it with my own eyes. The girls lay it all on the line. And in the end, the winner takes what the loser treasures most about their body.”

“TAKES!?” Stella’s voice escalated even higher. “What the hell does that mean!?”

“T-takes...?” Jenny echoed far more softly.

“Yes, takes! And the girls I watched have already taken from the losers last week. Stella, they might even be as big as you now...”

The thought of being challenged by someone in her age range lit a fire inside of Stella. Just as her mother intended. All other doubts were eradicated in an instant.

“As big as me!?” Stella’s sentence heralded a tirade that Jenny and Monica knew all too well. “After I worked this hard to get where I am? I’ve trained with this athletic body to be able to handle these monsters!” She shook her torso, causing her breasts to wiggle. “And they think they can just take it and be my equal, or even my better? NO FUCKING WAY!”

“There’s no way they can handle it,” Stella continued. “This kind of mass, this kind of womanhood! They can’t match up to me! I’ll win it all, and I’ll take it from them, because I’ve earned it!!”

“It’s settled then,” Monica smiled at her successful little ploy.

“W-we don’t have a team. You two... drove them... away,” Jenny’s voice trailed off as she tried to point out the obvious. When she realized just what she was accusing them of, her statement was barely audible.

Both Madsen women looked at her with daggers in their eyes.

“I-I mean... I just meant,” Jenny quickly backpedaled. “How are we going to compete?”

“It doesn’t matter! We’ll figure it out! I’m not letting some underground hussies get bigger than me!” Stella concluded.

“That’s my girl,” Monica smiled.

What she didn’t tell them was that she would be getting hers too.

Chapter 3 - Big Stakes, Bigger Rewards

Monica, Stella, Jenny, and a crowd of girls more senior than the two high schoolers were walking toward a seemingly abandoned building during dusk. Monica led the group, striding with confidence amidst the setting sun in relative darkness. Stella followed behind not quite so confidently, and Jenny brought up the rear, terrified for her life.

“Who are you guys?” Stella asked unabashedly, saving Jenny from trying to give voice to her curiosity.

“Hey. So you’re coach Monica’s daughter, huh?” one of the girls sized her up. Especially around the chest. “Take after your mom, I see.”

“Focus,” Monica interrupted. “And if you must know, these are some girls I used to train. We’re all predators. We want to win.”

“Damn right we do,” the girl replied. “Name’s Diane. Focus on the job. Don’t fuck this up for us.”

The other five new girls nodded in agreement.

“H-hi my name is Jenny...” she offered to one of the yet un-introduced girls.

“Save it for when we win,” the black haired girl rebuked.

Jenny kept her mouth shut.

The new, improvised cheer crowd got to a small, rectangular door carved into the dilapidated building’s wall. It was illuminated by a dim, flickering light overhead—the only light on the building’s outer premises.

Monica rapped it with her knuckles.

A small, previously invisible viewing slit slid open with a loud, rusty crank. Jenny squeaked in terror. The Madsen mother and daughter pair gave her a demeaning look.

“Don’t ruin this for me,” Stella hissed under her breath.

Jenny chewed her lip and nodded.

“Bona fides,” a gruff voice from the other end barked out.

Monica slid the little business card she’d been given through the view slot. They took it, examined it, then pushed it back through.

“Enter.”

The latch opened with an enormous clang. The rusted door creaked open to reveal a wide, empty room in total darkness aside from an iron gate at the far end of the room. Just like outside, there was only a single light illuminating that point of interest. Behind it was an old elevator that looked unsafe for riding, let alone for a whole cheer crowd.

Monica swung the rickety gate open without a care in the world and stepped in. The entire crew went in. Jenny followed behind, arms covering and crossed in front of her body.

“She’s really the other one we’re going to throw?” Diane asked.

“Yes. My daughter and Jenny.”

“She doesn’t look like our type.”

“She’ll pass muster. Her tits aren’t that big, but she’s a strong girl.”

Jenny thought to fume once again, but took the compliment.

As the elevator creaked and descended, the stale, musty air of the upper floor started to feel cold and incisive. They could feel the cold air conditioning blowing upwards from below. What’s more, the distinct rhythmic pounding of a hype drumline echoed in their ears and shook the very walls that surrounded them.

“Holy shit. This is real,” Stella whispered.

All of them felt the same. No one thought to be chipper or quietly insulting.

“Yes daughter, I felt the same.”

Without ceremony, Monica began to strip out of her yoga leggings and stretchy top.

“Coach Madsen! What are you doing!?” the girls uttered.

“Mom!!” Stella was embarrassed, but she needn’t be.

Monica’s lush, full, unrestrained breasts flopped free from her top as the older woman lifted it over her head. Her daily training and superior performance compared to the teens she trained was easily evident from just a glance at her body. Everyone in that cramped space couldn’t help but steal a glance at Monica Madsen’s well taken care of, tightly honed body. Those directly next to her got the best view in the space, much to the jealousy of the others.

For those standing behind her, Monica’s tightly sinuous calves and strong, muscled, thick thighs led to a huge bubble butt that wouldn’t quit. They crowned the tops of her long legs gloriously with their firm, pert, expansive swells of perfectly spherical flesh. Her butt rarely got any appreciation due to her even more hypnotic breasts, but now was her cheer squad’s chance to appreciate it.

Speaking of her breasts, those enormous swells were clearly visible, even from behind. They were so large, so full, so tantalizing that they expanded well past the hourglass shape of her body. Despite her shoulders being as wide as her fertile, child-bearing hips, there was no hope for them to contain Monica Madsen’s breasts within her body’s perfect portrait.

And those in front just stared at her mammaries, as expected. Those dark, thick, brown areola were the perfect platter to serve up her thick protruding nipples, all crowned perfectly at the farthest peak of her perky breasts. The girls estimated she had to be an H cup at least. Did I cups exist? Maybe JJJ. They were just so huge!

Monica could sense the rampant jealousy in the elevator. Just as she expected. All was right in the world. She shimmied her torso to make her breasts bounce, not even caring about just how well sculpted the rest of her body was.

From her thick, heavy shoulder bag, she pulled out a matching cheer costume that the rest of the girls were wearing. Despite her more advanced age, Monica hadn’t missed a step. With a toss of her magazine cover-worthy brunette hair, she fit right in.

“Mom, you’re not gonna...” Monica stuttered.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? The stakes are high. I’m not missing this and letting you girls surpass me, try as you might. Monica and Jenny, you two are still aerial. Don’t worry. I’ll just provide a stronger, bigger base.” Her choice of words was deliberate.

“Fine. Just don’t get in my way, Coach,” Stella ordered.

“We’re on the same side. I want to win even more than you do. Hands in!”

All the girls reached in and looked at each other. Tenuous relations and complete strangers... none of that mattered. As the drumline grew louder and their bones rattled from the music, goosebumps crawling up their skin from the icy air, the only thing that mattered was winning.

“1 2 3 CHEER!” All the girls threw their hands up in sync. A good omen.

When the elevator finally reached the bottom floor and the old styled mesh gate slid open, it looked as if they had entered a different world. Ambient neon blue lights glowed, illuminating the underground cavern where these so-called high stakes cheer battles took place. The walls looked like they’d been carved out of sleek obsidian, shiny and polished unlike the unkempt outer exterior of the building. All eyes were on Monica, Stella, Jenny, and their team as the group of nine girls and one woman strode through the open floor.

“New blood,” someone shouted from behind a table, waving them over. “Come here.”

“Madsen team,” Monica announced them.

“Indeed you are. You understand the rules?” Before Monica could speak, the registration person spoke once more.

“The rules are no rules. You can execute any routine you want. As dangerous as you want. The crowd and the crystal determine the victors. And winner takes what the losers value most. Good?”

“Good.”

“Good. If you backed out now, you’re disinvited forever. Good luck, ladies.”

Another table was collecting bets. Madsen team was battling another team, but not the one Monica had seen. Those girls had gone on a winning streak, and their athleticism and breast size at this point rivaled her own.

This venue was Monica’s, and by extension, Stella’s dream. Finally, a place where they really could judge other cheer teams by the size of their breasts. It was the way the world should have been. Consistent winners in this underground contest would, of course, have the largest bosoms.

By that metric, these girls looked adequate. C cups, maybe D cups at best, if Monica had to guess. Of course, the Madsen team was the truly untested one, so it was too early to underestimate them.

“Attention, Underground Cheer Series!!” an unfamiliar voice boomed on the sound system to the applause of the huge audience seated behind a ground to wall fence. The flood lights turned on and blared their harsh glow with a loud snap onto the stage. It was like a fighting ring in there!

In the midst of it all was a hilariously large, translucent blue crystal. About half the height of an average human, it was on display on an enormous pedestal. It sparkled and shimmered all sorts of different hues as the lights danced around it. The crystal truly did look out of this world.

“Tonight, we have a new contender! The Madsen Cheer crowd! These ladies, led by Monica Madsen, have won those meaningless normal events!”

The crowd jeered and booed. Meanwhile, there was a pathway leading directly to the entrance of the caged ring. Some people who seemed to work at the venue were yelling at Monica and her squad to go forward.

“It’s time for them to get a taste of! The! Undergrooooooooound!”

The crowd roared even louder now. Monica and her team made their way onto the stage, dressed in their short white skirts, their clean pumps, and their cropped tight tops emphasizing each and every individual's strong midriffs and hugging the outline of their curvy chests.

Every one of them but Jenny smiled and waved at the crowd, knowing how to ramp up the showmanship. She was too busy still staring at the crystal, wondering if such a thing could possibly exist. A quick elbow from Monica and a smile of encouragement got Jenny to behave as she should on controlling the crowd.

“Come on, Jenny! It’s you and me time!” Monica hissed.

“And! A returning winning team! On a three cheer win streak! They’ve gotten bigger, they’ve gotten better, they’re up and coming quick.... THE! CHEER! MAGIC!!”

The crowd went wild. The rival team, dressed in silver and black, was pouring into the ring, skipping and performing cartwheels all around the outer edge. The ones not performing acrobatics licked their chops at the sight of Monica and Stella, no doubt ready to feast on these unsuspecting newcomers. And what a feast it would be.

“Newcomers, huh?” The Cheer Magic’s captain faced off against Monica. “What are you, like 23?” she sneered.

“I’m over 40,” Monica sneered.

“Wh...wha?” their captain was stunned. How did she still look so youthful?!

“Worried?” Monica hefted her breasts, knowing that she had won this little battle.

“N-never! We won’t lose to an old hag like you!”

The announcer came on as the roar of the crowd died down.

“Returning winners, the Cheer Magic! Would you like to go first or second?”

“We’ll go first! These losers and their old bag won’t even know what to do after we’re finished! They’ll choke!” their captain announced.

“Aaaaaand roll it!”

Their squad went into their choreographed routine set to the thumping beat of a remix of popular dance numbers. There were definitely more risque dance moves that would never pass muster on a high school or college sports field, including some panty and butt flashes as well as more than a few “accidental” nip slips... with a choreographed “oopsie!” done by all of their squad.

They ended with a light toss on two sides and a pyramid in the middle, as the light went dark to the final beat of the song.

The crowd cheered as the girls celebrated prematurely. They looked at the three bustiest challengers and pretended to grope them in midair and then “adding” that sexy swell of flesh to their own chests.

Monica had seen enough. She went to advise her squad.

“What did you think?” she asked.

“That was it!?” Stella hissed. “We can beat that easy! We’ll pound them into a pulp!”

“That was... it... it was okay...” Jenny mustered. Coming from her, that was a huge insult.

The rest of the squad was in agreement.

“Right. Good assessment. Now, we don’t want to overdo it. Let’s not scare away any future competitors. We’ll do the first full routine, second degree of difficulty. Okay?”

Stella and Jenny looked around them. Everyone nodded. It appeared that Monica had everyone humming like well oiled cogs in a brutally efficient cheer machine.

“And spice up the sexiness!”

“Are you ready to lose those tits you’re so proud of?” Cheer Magic’s captain taunted.

“We’ll see about that,” Monica’s teeth gleamed as she smiled wide.

The Madsen squad got into formation as the music began to play. They moved in perfect synchronicity as Monica, Stella, and Jenny, the three largest chests, took front and center with the rest of the squad providing the backup dance. At one of the dance moves, Stella had always wanted to flaunt her chest by taking her tits out of her top. As the music crescendoed, she looked at both Jenny and her mother... she could tell that Monica was thinking the same.

Pump. Pump. Thrust. Lock. The moment was coming.

Without missing a beat, both Monica and Stella revealed their tits at the same time, pulling their tops off and letting their breasts hang free. The crowd gasped at the sight of their topless perfection before cheering louder than ever. Jenny behaved like a true professional, although she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her cherry red face seemed to be getting a lot of admiration from the crowd as well.

For the coup de grace, Jenny and Stella got in position and got thrown into the air, higher than Cheer Magic’s squad, and with more technical skill. After two twists and a tumble, their experienced squadmates caught them handily and their routine ended, Monica and Stella topless, their breasts heaving as they sucked in air from the exertion of the routine.

The crowd was deadly quiet. The crystal in between the two teams glowed.

“YEAAAAAAH! TEAM MADSEN!!”

“HOO HOO HOO HOO!”

Monica winked at Cheer Magic’s captain, who was visibly shaken. The deafening roar of the crowd grew louder than this underground venue had generally got on a normal day.

“It looks like the Madsen squad... is the winner!!” the announcer yelled over the speaker system. “Winners, take your prizes!”

“No... no...” Cheer Magic began to back down, only to be greeted by the cold, steel bars of their cage.

“Let’s go, girls,” Monica ordered coolly.

All of them approached their prey as the crystal glowed ever brighter. An unnaturally blue light enveloped all of the Madsen girls. They felt a compulsion to touch the opposing team.

“Wait, wait! Please! Go easy! We’ll, we’ll pay you! Anything you want!”

“Oh, we know what we want!” Monica smiled wickedly, body aglow with alien light.

“GIMME!” Stella lunged forward first, targeting the captain who had the largest boobs.

Monica didn’t mind. She had her eye on another girl who was just as large.

The Madsen mother and daughter pair latched onto the losers’ breasts. They could feel the soft, fatty flesh deform under their fingers. The glow pierced the Magic Cheer’s members’ bodies and paralyzed them. They could only watch in fear as Monica and Stella devoured their prey as the rest of the girls advanced.

“Um, I’m sorry... I can’t help it for some reason... excuse me!” Jenny reached out and touched a girl as well.

“Yessssssss...” Monica and Stella moaned in sync. They could feel the losing girls’ breasts deflating under their grip as that feminine flesh transferred to their own bodies. It was a good thing that they had taken off their tops, because there was no way their new luscious assets would fit underneath their clothing.

Both mother and daughter’s breasts filled with more lush flesh, expanding larger, fuller, growing outward and outward until the pull of gravity finally affected them. They were far too much to handle as they fell and slapped against the ladies’ rib cages before the growth finally slowed down and the process ended.

The audience watched, groaning and enrapt. They’d never seen people come in with tits as large as the Madsens’, and they were growing beyond human boundaries before their very eyes!

Meanwhile, the shyer Jenny grew bigger inside of her top as well, but her process was far less single minded. Her overall appearance shifted, legs shapelier and longer, blonde hair shining and shimmering, lengthening as it grew all the way down to her more pert, shapelier rear. Her body flushed with heat as her already strong, sinuous muscles from years of training grew even tougher, stronger, while still maintaining their sensuous feminine appeal.

She moaned in ecstasy, eyes closed, as her breasts swelled as well. They pushed out against her top, stretching it to its very limit as their extreme size and remarkable firmness threatened to shred her uniform apart! Her perky nipples were so sensitive now, and it felt so good as it rubbed against the cotton fabric of her uniform.

Fueled by the realization of what was happening to her, Jenny wondered... could she become more confident? Someone who could stand up to and rival Stella, and even Monica? She’d followed obediently in their footsteps for so long, tolerated their bitchy squabbles and single-minded superiority complex. If she could just...

And suddenly Jenny felt it. A furnace igniting inside of her, giving her strength of will and the power to believe in herself more strongly. She opened her blazing eyes to see...

To see the girl under her grasp wilting away.

Jenny gasped and removed her touch. She hated to see that girl, formerly so bright and vibrant, literally losing her height, her strength, and her beauty. She looked like a husk of a person, whimpering and cowering while Jenny stood tall and beautiful... more beautiful than even she could imagine right now.

“S-sorry!” Jenny apologized in a voice louder than her usual whimper.

The blue glow of the crystal dissipated from all of the Madsen squad girls as the process completed.

“And that concludes this round! See you for the next event! I trust Madsen Squad will be returning...”

Stella, Jenny, Monica, and the other girls all took the time to examine themselves. Everyone had gained something significant—longer limbs, brighter eyes, clearer skin... and larger breasts. Much, much larger.

Stella and Monica each tossed on a large jacket. Zipping it up, it looked like they were each carrying a a pair of huge, heavy, sagging watermelons on their chest. They sized each other up with a glance. Monica smirked. Stella scoffed. Her mother was still larger.

“Everyone happy?” Monica asked.

The rest of the squad were marveling at their own improvements as the newly hobbled and reduced Cheer Magic squad slithered away. They were all vibrant, breathtakingly beautiful, and full of renewed power.

“Hell yes!” they all exclaimed.

“Well then, see you tomorrow for conditioning. I’ll schedule us for the next underground battle, if no one objects.”

Nobody objected.

Chapter 4 - A Cleave in the Ranks

After two weeks of intense training and conditioning to handle their larger, unwieldy, down-to-their-ribcage tits, Monica had booked another appearance at the underground cheer club with its special crystal.

All of the girls were energized and ready to go. They had left so much of their real routine in reserve, and with their new enhanced beauty, health, and vitality... they felt like they could conquer the world with their dances.

Morale was high among the squad, save for Stella and Monica. They had spent their two weeks growing accustomed to their new bodies, with Monica being extra haughty and cruel about how Stella would never catch up to her. And seething Stella swore to herself that she would surpass her arrogant mother. She swore that that pride would be her downfall.

Still, morale was high as the Madsen Cheer Team all made their way to that same, dilapidated, disguised building. All of the girls frittered with excitement as the cool air rushed in from below, drumbeats and background talk crescendoing in volume. They made their way to the ring, Monica jiggling way in front of the rest in her new, custom made top with built in underwire support. She still left her new, impressively large pointy tips poke through her top freely. And if Monica got her way, she’d have to order a new set of tops after today’s event as well.

Stella could only follow behind, watching the sway of her mother’s breasts that were even visible from the back, undulating back and forth. Every single twitch, every seductive bob of Monica’s tits only infuriated her further.

The lights dimmed as both teams walked into the cage. The announcer blared out over the speaker.

“Welcome back to both teams! Bigness with the Titness, on a two-win streak, versus our newbie squad with one win, Madsen Cheer Squad!”

Bigness with the Titness eyed the Madsen team warily, not underestimating just what they were up against. That big, in just one victory? They knew this wouldn’t be an easy victory. Still, how would they be able to move carrying that much delicious weight on their chest?

And as for Monica and her squad, they were salivating at the feast before them. BwtT were looking like a real snack—as big as Monica and Stella had been before their most recent acquisition before their own breasts had inflated like balloons. Finally, a worthy competitor and asset to add tto their own chests.

All they had to do was win.

Both Monica and the opposing cheer captain approached each other, separated by the glowing blue crystal that served as the sole purpose for competing. Posturing and jeering, they finally looked up at the announcer’s booth, awaiting the privilege of who would get to choose to go first or second.

“BwtT and Madsen Squad! We have a special surprise for you today!” the announcer yelled. “Simultaneous! BAAAAAAAAT-TLLLLLLLLE!”

The beat dropped. Neither team knew what songs would be running.

Both captains ran back to their teams in a panic. Monica flashed some signals to her squad, and they all got into formation for another well choreographed dance. She really had trained a well oiled machine.

Everyone went into a sexy dance routine, but all eyes were on Monica and Stella. Their dance moves were so much more polished, their emotions so much more expressive, and their breasts, just too overwhelmingly large. Without Monica and Stella (and even Jenny’s) previous enhancement, they would have beaten out BwtT based on skill, but now, it wasn’t even a fair fight.

Just the way Monica and Stella liked it.

BwtT could hear the audience cheering loudly for Madsen squad. Their screams and applause were synchronized with whatever lascivious dance move Monica and Stella were performing. The entire Madsen squad could sense it. They continued their synchronized movements with gusto and feeling while BwtT began to falter in their inexact movements.

When it came time to the aerial stunts. BwtT went harder, but Madsen squad went harder. The girls at the base found it shockingly harder to throw Monica, Stella, and Jenny up into the air. Could their boobs really have grown so much and weighed so significantly more? Still, the sight of the three bustiest women the world had ever seen, twirling in the air with their heavy sacks of flesh, jiggling and trailing their path was the greatest display that they’d ever seen.

After BwtT’s final, highest aerial throw and Madsen’s even higher one, the opposing team lost control of the airborne cheerleader and they crashed into a heap, while Monica, Stella, and Jenny barely managed to finish their midair contortions and landed safely in the arms of their cheer team.

It was clear who the winner was.

The blue crystal glowed, illuminating the Madsen squad.

“Yessssss!” Both Monica and Stella screeched, running forward from the pack.

They fought like two alphas over who would get the fattest prey. Monica slammed into her daughter’s side and sent her flying, eager to dine on as many of the losing squad’s girls as possible. A bruised and insulted Stella picked herself up off the floor, growled like a wounded wildcat, and surged after her mother.

The rest of the Madsen squad were so put off by this display, that even the crystal’s compulsion wasn’t enough to get them to leap for the kill. They advanced slowly, wary of what was happening.

“Get... off... daughter!” Monica tried to pry Stella’s hand away from the large breast that she was currently draining.

“No! You already had enough! This one’s mine! And that one! And that one!” Stella had her hands on two different girls’ chests, draining as fast as she could as her breasts grew at twice the rate, becoming completely unwieldy. They had to weigh as much as a toddler now! Each!

“Stop! Show some respect to your mother!” Monica hissed. She flung Stella’s arm away and harshly groped her own daughter’s breast.

Stella’s eyes grew wide with shock as she processed what was happening. Her mother’s hand, outlined by the power of the crystal, digging into her own breast which she’d worked so hard to earn...

“Are you trying to take!? From me!?” Stella screeched. “After everything I did for you!? You wouldn’t be winning here if it weren’t for me!”

“As if! I taught you everything you know! And try as you might, daughter, you’ll never surpass me!” Monica emphasized her point by devouring another girl as her breasts expanded a few more cup sizes.

As the two women had a cat fight, neither able to drain from the other per the crystal’s mysterious power, a shy but more confident Jenny snuck around to BwtT’s team and apologized softly.

“Excuse me, I won’t take much. Just grant me a little of your strength...”

And so, amidst the Madsen family squabble, Jenny grew taller, stronger, more captivatingly, heartbreakingly beautiful, and just a tad bit more confident...

Chapter 5 - The Unbearable Weightiness of Boobing

“Let’s go! Let’s go go go!” Stella shrieked at her new squad full of those collegiate students that her mother had re-recruited. Not all of them were present.

They were at the Sierra High field, but without her mother. After the victory and big fight of the last tournament, the divided leadership had driven the group apart. Plus, the fact that none of the cheerleader girls had gotten to feast while Stella and Monica’s breasts each were the size of a few bean bags soured the suddenly put together team’s chemistry.

“Where’s the rest of your team!?” Stella shrieked.

“Hell if I know. You and your mom ruined everything. They probably went with her. Hey, can you even move with those monsters on your chest?”

“Training! The more we win, the bigger we get, and the more we train! Come on!”

“Where’s Coach Madsen?”

“I don’t know! We’re not getting along! I’m in charge now; we don’t need her!” Stella was losing control.

The girls followed mini Coach Madsen as she tried to lead them in their conditioning, but Stella was clearly not up to par, and especially not so with her enormous sacks flopping up and down, slapping her torso and nearly her chin. Adjusting to double her body weight, all of it focused out in front of her, was too much to bear!

Meanwhile, Jenny had taken a more balanced approach and was stronger and healthier than ever, even taking into account her increased size. She stayed behind Stella, trying to prop her friend up and support her.

After a half-hearted warm up and some quiet routine rehearsal, Stella sent everyone home. She needed to rest. The girls were clearly on the point of mutiny too, but Jenny wrangled them into submission. With her new, surging confidence and good looks, she convinced the remainder of Madsen Cheer Squad that everything would be fine, and they would sign up for the next battle and everything would sort itself out.

Now, Jenny just had to believe it as convincingly as she’d said it.

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Stella, Jenny, and only three other enhanced girls showed up to the underground cheer battles that day. They stood outside of the building in the dark, shady area. Everyone, including Stella who would never admit it, was eagerly waiting for Monica and the rest of the team to arrive, but they never did.

“Whatever! We don’t need them! We’ll win on our own!” Stella marched toward the entrance.

The other girls looked at each other, then looked to Jenny. Jenny nodded, and they all followed their new coach.

When they knocked on the door, the view slot slid open.

“Huh. You’re late,” he announced.

“What?” Stella asked.

“The rest of your team already went in. Go ahead.”

They unlatched the rusty bar and let the five girls through. Stella was visibly confused, as was everyone else. They climbed into the elevator and waited in total awkward silence, uncertain of what was waiting below. The familiar feeling of chilled air and booming music welcomed them into the strobing lights of the building’s unregulated underbelly.

“Hurry! Get up on stage! We’re ready to start!” The show runners ushered the five girls toward the cage as soon as they reached the bottom.

“Wuh? What’s going on? Where’s my mom?!” Stella yelled over the blaring music.

“Stella...” Jenny stated.

“What?!”

“Look. Up there,” Jenny pointed at the stage.

Up there was Monica with the rest of the squad. Standing as their opponents.

“That... that traitorous big-titted wench!” Stella shrieked.

“Stella, wait!” Jenny begged.

But Stella was barging onto the stage all by herself.

“Oh hell! Come on, girls, we can’t just leave her!” Jenny herded the rest of their halved team and rallied them to battle.

Stella made her way up to the caged arena first and ran right toward her mother, who was standing at the midpoint. They were face to face, tit to tit, staring each other down with the crystal glowing between them.

“How dare you! You’re my mother!” Stella screamed.

“Let’s settle this once and for all, Stella dear! You always liked to play like you were the biggest...” Monica took a deep breath and pushed her chest forward, pushing Stella back and forcing her enormous but smaller tits to squish and deform. “Let’s settle this complex once and for all, shall we? Winner take all.”

“You’re on, Mom!” Stella braced herself and pushed back. The two pairs of breasts jiggled and rolled against each other, wobbling and rippling like jello. “Once I beat you and take everything you have, I’m gonna leave you here to rot!”

“Stop!!!! You’re family! We’ve won everything together! Why fight now!?” Jenny latched onto her new confidence and lurched forward to stop the bickering Madsens.The

“You stay out of this... Jenny!” Stella ordered, trying to push her friend aside so she could continue going at her mother.

“You’ve never been as big as us... what makes you think you’re qualified to get involved in this!”

Three pairs of lush female flush bumped and grinded against each other as the largest catfight broke out. Hair pulling, arm shoving, groping and twisting nipples, swatting hands... but with Jenny being the only one who prioritized her overall health and not just hyper focused on growing her breasts, she had the upper hand. Navigating and parting the sea of breast flesh, she dug her arms in and was slowly succeeding in separating the two Madsens.

“Get off of us!” The Madsens screamed in unison and focused all their strength, pushing Jenny away like a choreographed move.

“Ahhhh!” Jenny screamed as the combined shove was too much for her. She lost her footing and swiveled on her feet as she tried to see where she was falling.

Her twisting motion caused her firm breast to smack against the growing crystal. It latched onto Jenny’s essence before falling onto the ground, shattering into a billion pieces and releasing a pyrotechnic display of ethereal blue sparks.

“HEY!!” The Madsen women yelled. The entire audience gasped.

Jenny hit the ground with a soft thud, her breasts cushioning her fall. When she stood back up, her eyes were aglow with the crystal’s light. The broken shards, in contrast, were completely dull and grey.

“What’s... going... on...” Jenny approached Monica and Stella, taking one lumbering step forward at a time against her will.

“Jenny...?” Stella asked.

“Run!” Monica yelled.

But they were both frozen to the spot, bound by a blue beam of energy emanating from Jenny’s nipples. Watching in fear, both women clutched their prized mammaries as Jenny wobbled ever closer.

“H-hey... stop! Jenny!” Stella begged.

“Jenny, dear. You’ve always been so sweet. Please, don’t...” Monica showed weakness for the first time in her life.

Jenny was face to face by the bickering pair now. Without warning, she leaned forward and touched her nipples to both Monica’s and Stella’s at the same time.

The Madsens both sucked in a deep breath as a scalding heat coursed through their bodies, starting at their tits and flowing through their entire body. That burdensome weight on their chest began to feel lighter and lighter, deflating slowly like a leaking balloon as Jenny’s own bust swelled ever larger, seemingly without limit.

Inch by inch, cup by cup, Stella and Monica lost what they were most proud of. The only thing they were proud of. They shrank down to their original humongous size, and then just normally big, squirming and crying as their lascivious flesh shrank down to mere E cups, then smaller, then smaller, then smaller...

Soon, they were completely flat. The only boobs currently touching their bodies were the monstrous mammaries that Jenny was now sporting. Each one individually threatened to swallow up each Madsen woman, head to waist.

Jenny’s crystal glow subsided.

“Wha... wha...” Jenny wobbled on her feet before the weight of her new boobs caused her to tip forward. Neither Monica nor Stella could get out of the way, and they all fell to the ground with Jenny on top, resting above the two women and suspended by her new Madsen-plus tits.

“Mmmmrf!” Both women struggled to get out from under.

“I... I can’t move! They’re too huge!!” Jenny wailed.

It was the last underground cheer battle ever held.