Post by Lookout! Boxing on Mar 19, 2018 22:55:04 GMT -6
Sophia Bush versus Jenna Coleman (JMD)
(Slumber Party Battle)
(Words & Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE: A highly anticipated rematch between two busty brunettes and a perfect match to kick off the big anniversary card - with the previous occurrence of the slumber party JMD bout resulting in Sophia Bush managing to take down Jenna and take away the JMD title in the process! It’s never been forgotten by either fighter and both of them have been eagerly awaiting an opportunity to test each other’s jugs again and it’s clear, from the continuing hatred between the two, that the wait will be worth it.
So, here we are at the same room and sight of the last battle, though before she enters, Jenna is busy in the Lookout! communal kitchen next door - though she doesn’t allow cameras into the room to see what’s going on but emerges wearing a bright pink sports bra and black shorts, with black gloves and her hair in a fighting ponytail.
Sauntering forward, Jenna knocks on the door confidently and awaits for none other than tormentress Sophia Bush to open the door, which she does after making Coleman wait for a minute or two.
“Well, well, well….” Sophia says with a grin playing across her lips, “I didn’t think you’d have the boobs to show up. I knew you’d have the guts - because you’re all gut, aren’t you, piggy?”
Jenna flushes bright red, “Shut up - just because I have curves doesn’t mean…”
Sophia snarls back, “Doesn’t mean I freaking care one bit about your unlimited trips to the buffet, b*tch. If you want to come in here and get a free trip between my boobs, where you can worship my jugs to your hearts content, you need to say the secret password. It’s two parts, so are you ready, Jen…”
“First of all, piggy - who has the bigger tits, Jen?” Sophia inquires with a laugh.
“F*ck you, Soph…” Jen responds with a snarl.
“Not on your best day…” Sophia chuckles, “But that doesn’t answer the question and if you want to get in here, you’re going to have to answer….”
“Sophia’s jugs are bigger….” Jenna glares at her, placing her hands across her hips as she thrusts out her proud jugs, then mutters underneath her breathe, “Not when I’m through with them, you cow…”
Sophia either doesn’t hear this or chooses to ignore it as she is beaming, just leaning forward as she places one hand on the door handle and the other holding up one finger, giggling, “And now, one more thing, if you want to get in here, give me a little oink oink, piggy…”
“You can’t be f*cking serious, Sophia…” Jenna shouts, eyes widening and then narrowing in obvious rage.
“I am f*cking bigger and better than you, so I’m d*mn serious….” as Sophia snickers, “You can beg like the little piggy you are to come into the room or you can run wee, wee, wee all the way home…”
Jenna hisses, taking a deep breathe before she unleashes a low, hate-filled “Oink oink, b*tch.”
Sophia laughs in triumph, opening the door to reveal her outfit - a baby blue sports bra with matching shorts and gloves - hair in a battle bun. But, emblazoned across the front of her top were the words “These Jugs Own Jenna’s” and instantly, Jenna’s glare is drawn to them.
Jenna lunges forward for a hard shove, pushing Sophia back towards the bed as her fingers immediately claw at Bush’s boobs and top, with Sophia managing to bring up a foot after a few painful moments to shove at Jenna’s abs and push her backwards forcefully. There is no ref here in the dorm rooms - with the referee monitoring via video camera, but the ref instantly warning both girls loudly over the intercom as they immediately start putting on their gloves and when the bell rings, they launch into one another with wild abandon and the battle is on...
R1: Both girls showing a catty disdain for defence - flat footed strong stances, low hands, both girls leaning in with their chests out, chins up, pulling in haymakers from the hips in crowd pleasing give-and-take. Sophia takes a clocking right hand upside the head, slings an underhand right to sleek brunette gut, following it up with a clanging hook on the jaw. Jenna rocked, twists her hips and sweeps the left across Bush’s robust jugs, drawing a shocked look of outrage, back and forth like this - both girls right there for the other - Sophia maybe getting the better of spirited trade.
R2: Jenna’s seen enough - she wades into Sophia and lays down one of the most brutal, one sided shellackings the dorm room has ever seen. Coleman not efficient, but she’s very heavy handed, rotating her hips, chest, shoulders into wide slinging blows and landing with crushing spank on her opponent. Rights to the pit of the belly set up clouting lefts across stunned brunette jaw. Walloping overhand rights catch Sophia looking, sending her reeling in shock. Awful, churning wide lefts and crashing rights up the middle ragdoll Sophia along the ropes. It’s just brunette trashing brunette from corner to corner, hounding and pounding her girl into knock-kneed stupor. At the bell - Jenna’s chest HEAVING as she gasps for breath, eyes stupid with hate as the ref pushes her back - Sophia battered, staring, sagging in the ropes, Scored 10-8 without a knockdown as brunette gets sent to her corner shabby.
R3: Jenna punched out - Sophia’s turn! Vindictive brunette stunning her foe early as both pitch right hands - Coleman stepping in fence post holes all wobbly butt as Sophia palms up on the inner elbows and walks groggy Jen to ropes. brunette snarling, banging wide left/rights off the hips and flanks of her foe as Jenna droops forward at the waist. head behind her gloves. Jenna reaching under Sophia’s arms for exhausted clinches - brunette writhing and shoving her way clear, jamming Jen back hard into the ropes. Bush gets all she wants to massive jugs, belting them with saucy lefts and rights as the brunette’s guard wilts under punishment. Sophia working to the bell, swinging away wide, getting her hips into it - Jenna all covered up, shuddering as gloves bash away at her upperback and shoulders.
R4: Exhausted beauties fall in, heartless mauling, lacing, wrestling ensues. Both warned for excessive cheapness: pushing the opponent into the ropes with a forearm at the throat. Head-grinding in close, wedging in questionable shots south of the border while smothering the opponent - on and on. Girls shining up under the punishment, but they keep wading into each other. Jenna separates herself late as she emerges from a clinch, pushing her girl to a seat on the bed, then going at her with lanky, galloping left/rights to the ribs and jugs at the bell, Sophia mouth open - complaining to the ref, but nobody’s hands are clean in this one.
R5: Booming looping right on the ear sends Sophia staggering sideways - Jenna turning with her, sweeping in another right, then another as brunette tries half-heartedly to duck. Action slows as Bush clinches to clear her head, getting the referee’s break. Soggy action thereafter - Jenna looking to be the aggressor, baring her teeth as she walks her foe down - but Sophia clinching around the body, spinning her girl, tying her up against the ropes won’t cooperate. Jenna bitterly telling Sophia to “quit grabbing and fight” - Bush resting her cheek on the girl’s shoulder until ref enforces the break.
R6: Jenna’s the stronger vixen now - Sophia still competing around the ring, but having trouble keeping up. Jenna scoring to the body and ear with wide swinging rights, often falling in to body Sophia to the ropes, then pushing her way up off the brunette to churn punches. Sophia feebly trying to tie up the brunettes arms, but it’s not working - Jenna pushing for a little room, dipping her shoulders then galloping to the brunette’s straining belly and gorgeous melons with licking lefts and rights, Sophia staggery, rubber-legged - she’s shot, unable to clinch, not punching back and Jenna PILES IT ON! Brunette sensing collapse, keeps lathering away, lifting her mitts up into curling spanks tummy and jug, tummy and jug, teeing off on Sophia’s face whenever the brunette droops too far forward. With Bush taking leather, helpless in the ropes, the ref goes to steps in to end the carnage, but it’s too late as Bush pitches face and jug first down onto the carpet - Jenna Coleman bounces away the TKO6 winner!
AFTER: Jenna bounding around the room victoriously, though does take a moment to send a quick text, with the recipient and content of the text unknown before advancing on her fallen foe. Jenna beaming, just overwhelmed with emotion at the opportunity to take down her biggest rival, with a dazed Bush just starting to realize what has occurred.
Jenna giggles, reaching out with her foot to press into Sophia’s rear to nudge her forward and onto her back as she wrinkles her nose, “Gross. It’s like pushing your foot into pudding or something…” and Sophia, confused, is sent sprawling onto her back as Jenna victoriously plants one foot across her foe’s conquered cleavage, before adding with a little smirk “Or Jello. Either way, they are soft, disgusting and oh-so-freaking-fat!”
Sophia is too groggy to respond quite yet, just moaning out angrily as she looks up at her rival through half-lidded eyes as Jenna grins like the cat that ate the canary or the Brit who just conquered her rival in a rematch. Jenna jumps forward, just depositing her British derriere down across her jugs as Jenna squeals with excitement, “Bombs away”, using her foe’s cleavage as target practice as she starts bouncing her posterior up and down, just crushing Bush’s breast with each bounce.
“This b*tch has tits…” Jenna says with a grin, pointing to her own jiggling cleavage and laughing as she then stops bouncing for a moment to point down at the bruised, sore chest of Sophia, “And this little piggy sl*t has none!” as she then leans forward. Giving Bush a good look at her cleavage, she then leans forward to whisper into her rival’s ear, “And when I’m through with you, you’re going to be the one crying your eyes out all the way home.”
“You nasty little bi…” Sophia manages to groan out, but Jenna immediately sits up to launch a vicious slap across her cheek as Coleman hisses down, “If I want your opinion, Sophia, I’ll ask for it and trust me, I am going to ask your opinion. We’re going to play a little game of truth or dare and trust me, you’re gonna wanna pick truth, Soph…”
Sophia’s eyes widen, frozen with indecision for a moment as Jenna just giggles, then smiling wildly as Bush moans out, “Truth.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard, Bushie…” Jenna says with a chuckle, “Now, TRUTH - who is hotter and has the superior bod, bimbo?”
Sophia rolls her eyes ,waiting for a moment out of sheer spite before panting out, “You do, b*tch - you’re hotter with the better bod, okay? Just - just get off of me right now.”
Jenna takes a moment to consider the request, then shakes her head with a smile, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, do you, Sophia? I sure as hell don’t, so remember, keep your opinion to yourself unless I ask. So, time to play again, truth or dare?” as Jenna punctuates the question by reaching inside of Sophia’s top, giving her breast a sharp squeeze.
Perhaps it’s out of sheer anger, confusion or a desire to piss off Jenna that she blurts out an outraged, “DARE!” as Coleman snickers, “Didn’t I warn you? It’s a shame you don’t listen, but you’re going to wish you’d picked truth, because it’s time for one of your favorite activities. You certainly enjoyed it last time we were in here, but then again, you were on top. We’ll see how much you love it now when we partake in a…”
“PILLOW FIGHT!” Jenna says with a mocking laugh, leaning forward as she starts bouncing her boobs across Sophia’s, smashing them flat across her chest with each bounce as Jenna grunts and giggles. Licking her lips as she listens to Sophia’s squeals and shouts, gasping out for air as Jenna rolls her shoulders, slapping Sophia’s breasts back and forth as Jenna leans forward, placing her palms across Bush’s shoulders to hold her in place as she calls out, “Now I DARE you to keep from crying as my boobs overwhelm yours like I knew they freaking would. I double dare you, b*tch!”
Sophia bravely attempts to, blinking back tears as she bites her bottom lip, trying to keep from crying out but as Jenna’s rack continues to bounce across and batter her own bruised jugs, Bush finds herself crying out. Most importantly, she tries to keep from crying as Jenna’s relentless taunts and jugs keep launching themselves at her. But, in the end, it’s all too much as tears streak down her cheeks as she tries to push Jenna off of her weakly and sobs out, “Please, please stop it - stop it!” as Jenna doesn’t right away, just slapping Bush’s boobs back and forth a few more time with her cleavage before she sits up, patting Sophia’s head.
“Don’t worry - it’s almost over, little girl.” Jenna purrs as she reaches down to poke at Sophia’s bruised chest, drawing a loud squeal of protest as Coleman asks, “Truth or dare.”
No decision-making this time as Sophia shouts out, “Truth - truth - truth!”, just choking back tears.
“Good girl…” Jenna says, responding with a hard slap across her jugs, “Now, we need to make things abundantly clear here. Who has the bigger, better, firmer tits, Sophia?”
Sophia tries to shake her head back and forth, but as Jenna starts to lower her chest back down towards her rack again for another ‘pillow fight’, Sophia blurts out, “You do, Jenna - you have the bigger rack. You have the firmer boobs and you have the better tits, Jenna. You do - you do….” as she can’t control herself right now, overcome with anger and embarrassment
Jenna pats her foe’s cheek condescendingly with another cruel chuckle, “Glad we got that out of the way….now, one last game and then this slumber party can come to an end. Let’s play a little game of Spin the Bottle…” as Jenna pulls a “Slusho!” bottle off of the bed, then spins it around in her fingers before pointing direclty between her jugs.
“How freaking lucky - I guess you’re going to get to make out with them. It’s going to be seven minutes in heaven for you, b*tch.” as Sophia cries out, shaking her head back and forth as Jenna places the bottle down beside her. Jenna sets a quick timer on her phone before leaning forward, she slowly goes to wrap her biceps around Sophia’s head to lift her head upwards as she plants her victorious, sweaty cleavage across Bush’s features. Whimpering and sobbing can be heard muffled between her boobs as Jenna goes to scrub her chest back and forth, hugging her foe’s face in tight as she grins and goes to keep smothering out her foe.
Jenna repeatedly plunges Sophia’s face into her chest, smothering her to the point of unconsciousness and then peeling her triumphant tits backwards, just milking the moment for all of its worth as she uses her phone to take numerous selfies, making sure to get her breath-taking cleavage and Bush’s bawling face in each of them, except when Coleman’s jugs were on that pretty face of Sophia’s to smother her out once more. Over and over, until thankfully for Sophia, that timer goes off and after a few more slaps of her tits across Sophia’s face, slick with sweat and tears, Coleman peels her boobs upwards as there is a knock at the door.
Turning off the timer as Jenna looks down into Sophia’s eyes, glazed over with jug-shock as she snivels and moans out as Coleman pats her on the head and says, “Don’t move…” as she comes over to unlock the door, with Demi Lovato there to hand her two sports bras and another dish as they exchange kisses on the cheek and thanks before the door closes. Spinning around, Jenna sets the dish down on a table as she turns around from the cameras to put on a new pink sports bra that can barely contain her jugs and reads “Bigger than Sophia’s” right across the front. With a fresh sports bra on across her jugs, she then goes to do the same to Sophia’s. Blocking the camera much to the crowd’s dismay, they can hear a loud cry as the bra is snapped against her sore tits and Jenna giving an insincere “Ooops!”, followed by ripping the bra off and placing a new bra on her, which can be read a few moments later to read “Property of Jenna Coleman.”
Jenna gazes down triumphantly, sticking out her tongue and beaming, just strutting over to the dish, “Now, I know you’re all about food, but you seem to love calling me Souffle girl, from my Doctor Who days. So, I thought you’d enjoy a nice warm souffle. I baked it throughout the match, let it cool down as I’ve been breaking you down and letting you enjoy seven minutes in heaven with my tits, so it should be nice and freaking warm. Enjoy, b*tch!”
Jenna immediately empties the contents of the dish to pour the souffle out onto the prone body of Sophia and judging by Bush’s yelps and squeals, it might not have cooled down quite enough or maybe those were just howls of outrage. Either way, it’s quite an undignified scene for Sophia as she hyperventilates, breaking down into fresh tears as Jenna sticks out her tongue and blows a kiss down to her, “Have fun, fatty. You can clean up everything by eating it, the way you do all the freaking time. You can eat your feelings, but you can’t eat your way to the top, unless it’s an eating competition. There, you can reign supreme. But, from now on, my jugs are superior and yours belong to me. Thanks for the slumber party, Sophia…”
After one last mean-spirited kick to her jugs, Jenna struts off, making a mental note to give Sophia a DVD / Blu-Ray of tonight’s match to return the favor from last time, along with a framed photo of Jenna’s jugs being worshipped by Sophia Bush. It would be the nicest thing to do as a memento of their Slumber Party and hopefully lead to another one in the future. For Sophia, she might not be quite so eager but for Jenna and the fans, it probably couldn’t come fast enough.
As Jenna steps out of the room, she spins around to point at Sophia one last time,
“This little piggy is going to market, probably to buy herself a new pair of tits…” as Jenna smirks, “And this little victorious b*tch is going out tonight and NOT staying home, like you should for the rest of your loser life.” And with that, Jenna turns out the lights on Sophia and on another epic match between these two….
(Slumber Party Battle)
(Words & Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE: A highly anticipated rematch between two busty brunettes and a perfect match to kick off the big anniversary card - with the previous occurrence of the slumber party JMD bout resulting in Sophia Bush managing to take down Jenna and take away the JMD title in the process! It’s never been forgotten by either fighter and both of them have been eagerly awaiting an opportunity to test each other’s jugs again and it’s clear, from the continuing hatred between the two, that the wait will be worth it.
So, here we are at the same room and sight of the last battle, though before she enters, Jenna is busy in the Lookout! communal kitchen next door - though she doesn’t allow cameras into the room to see what’s going on but emerges wearing a bright pink sports bra and black shorts, with black gloves and her hair in a fighting ponytail.
Sauntering forward, Jenna knocks on the door confidently and awaits for none other than tormentress Sophia Bush to open the door, which she does after making Coleman wait for a minute or two.
“Well, well, well….” Sophia says with a grin playing across her lips, “I didn’t think you’d have the boobs to show up. I knew you’d have the guts - because you’re all gut, aren’t you, piggy?”
Jenna flushes bright red, “Shut up - just because I have curves doesn’t mean…”
Sophia snarls back, “Doesn’t mean I freaking care one bit about your unlimited trips to the buffet, b*tch. If you want to come in here and get a free trip between my boobs, where you can worship my jugs to your hearts content, you need to say the secret password. It’s two parts, so are you ready, Jen…”
“First of all, piggy - who has the bigger tits, Jen?” Sophia inquires with a laugh.
“F*ck you, Soph…” Jen responds with a snarl.
“Not on your best day…” Sophia chuckles, “But that doesn’t answer the question and if you want to get in here, you’re going to have to answer….”
“Sophia’s jugs are bigger….” Jenna glares at her, placing her hands across her hips as she thrusts out her proud jugs, then mutters underneath her breathe, “Not when I’m through with them, you cow…”
Sophia either doesn’t hear this or chooses to ignore it as she is beaming, just leaning forward as she places one hand on the door handle and the other holding up one finger, giggling, “And now, one more thing, if you want to get in here, give me a little oink oink, piggy…”
“You can’t be f*cking serious, Sophia…” Jenna shouts, eyes widening and then narrowing in obvious rage.
“I am f*cking bigger and better than you, so I’m d*mn serious….” as Sophia snickers, “You can beg like the little piggy you are to come into the room or you can run wee, wee, wee all the way home…”
Jenna hisses, taking a deep breathe before she unleashes a low, hate-filled “Oink oink, b*tch.”
Sophia laughs in triumph, opening the door to reveal her outfit - a baby blue sports bra with matching shorts and gloves - hair in a battle bun. But, emblazoned across the front of her top were the words “These Jugs Own Jenna’s” and instantly, Jenna’s glare is drawn to them.
Jenna lunges forward for a hard shove, pushing Sophia back towards the bed as her fingers immediately claw at Bush’s boobs and top, with Sophia managing to bring up a foot after a few painful moments to shove at Jenna’s abs and push her backwards forcefully. There is no ref here in the dorm rooms - with the referee monitoring via video camera, but the ref instantly warning both girls loudly over the intercom as they immediately start putting on their gloves and when the bell rings, they launch into one another with wild abandon and the battle is on...
R1: Both girls showing a catty disdain for defence - flat footed strong stances, low hands, both girls leaning in with their chests out, chins up, pulling in haymakers from the hips in crowd pleasing give-and-take. Sophia takes a clocking right hand upside the head, slings an underhand right to sleek brunette gut, following it up with a clanging hook on the jaw. Jenna rocked, twists her hips and sweeps the left across Bush’s robust jugs, drawing a shocked look of outrage, back and forth like this - both girls right there for the other - Sophia maybe getting the better of spirited trade.
R2: Jenna’s seen enough - she wades into Sophia and lays down one of the most brutal, one sided shellackings the dorm room has ever seen. Coleman not efficient, but she’s very heavy handed, rotating her hips, chest, shoulders into wide slinging blows and landing with crushing spank on her opponent. Rights to the pit of the belly set up clouting lefts across stunned brunette jaw. Walloping overhand rights catch Sophia looking, sending her reeling in shock. Awful, churning wide lefts and crashing rights up the middle ragdoll Sophia along the ropes. It’s just brunette trashing brunette from corner to corner, hounding and pounding her girl into knock-kneed stupor. At the bell - Jenna’s chest HEAVING as she gasps for breath, eyes stupid with hate as the ref pushes her back - Sophia battered, staring, sagging in the ropes, Scored 10-8 without a knockdown as brunette gets sent to her corner shabby.
R3: Jenna punched out - Sophia’s turn! Vindictive brunette stunning her foe early as both pitch right hands - Coleman stepping in fence post holes all wobbly butt as Sophia palms up on the inner elbows and walks groggy Jen to ropes. brunette snarling, banging wide left/rights off the hips and flanks of her foe as Jenna droops forward at the waist. head behind her gloves. Jenna reaching under Sophia’s arms for exhausted clinches - brunette writhing and shoving her way clear, jamming Jen back hard into the ropes. Bush gets all she wants to massive jugs, belting them with saucy lefts and rights as the brunette’s guard wilts under punishment. Sophia working to the bell, swinging away wide, getting her hips into it - Jenna all covered up, shuddering as gloves bash away at her upperback and shoulders.
R4: Exhausted beauties fall in, heartless mauling, lacing, wrestling ensues. Both warned for excessive cheapness: pushing the opponent into the ropes with a forearm at the throat. Head-grinding in close, wedging in questionable shots south of the border while smothering the opponent - on and on. Girls shining up under the punishment, but they keep wading into each other. Jenna separates herself late as she emerges from a clinch, pushing her girl to a seat on the bed, then going at her with lanky, galloping left/rights to the ribs and jugs at the bell, Sophia mouth open - complaining to the ref, but nobody’s hands are clean in this one.
R5: Booming looping right on the ear sends Sophia staggering sideways - Jenna turning with her, sweeping in another right, then another as brunette tries half-heartedly to duck. Action slows as Bush clinches to clear her head, getting the referee’s break. Soggy action thereafter - Jenna looking to be the aggressor, baring her teeth as she walks her foe down - but Sophia clinching around the body, spinning her girl, tying her up against the ropes won’t cooperate. Jenna bitterly telling Sophia to “quit grabbing and fight” - Bush resting her cheek on the girl’s shoulder until ref enforces the break.
R6: Jenna’s the stronger vixen now - Sophia still competing around the ring, but having trouble keeping up. Jenna scoring to the body and ear with wide swinging rights, often falling in to body Sophia to the ropes, then pushing her way up off the brunette to churn punches. Sophia feebly trying to tie up the brunettes arms, but it’s not working - Jenna pushing for a little room, dipping her shoulders then galloping to the brunette’s straining belly and gorgeous melons with licking lefts and rights, Sophia staggery, rubber-legged - she’s shot, unable to clinch, not punching back and Jenna PILES IT ON! Brunette sensing collapse, keeps lathering away, lifting her mitts up into curling spanks tummy and jug, tummy and jug, teeing off on Sophia’s face whenever the brunette droops too far forward. With Bush taking leather, helpless in the ropes, the ref goes to steps in to end the carnage, but it’s too late as Bush pitches face and jug first down onto the carpet - Jenna Coleman bounces away the TKO6 winner!
AFTER: Jenna bounding around the room victoriously, though does take a moment to send a quick text, with the recipient and content of the text unknown before advancing on her fallen foe. Jenna beaming, just overwhelmed with emotion at the opportunity to take down her biggest rival, with a dazed Bush just starting to realize what has occurred.
Jenna giggles, reaching out with her foot to press into Sophia’s rear to nudge her forward and onto her back as she wrinkles her nose, “Gross. It’s like pushing your foot into pudding or something…” and Sophia, confused, is sent sprawling onto her back as Jenna victoriously plants one foot across her foe’s conquered cleavage, before adding with a little smirk “Or Jello. Either way, they are soft, disgusting and oh-so-freaking-fat!”
Sophia is too groggy to respond quite yet, just moaning out angrily as she looks up at her rival through half-lidded eyes as Jenna grins like the cat that ate the canary or the Brit who just conquered her rival in a rematch. Jenna jumps forward, just depositing her British derriere down across her jugs as Jenna squeals with excitement, “Bombs away”, using her foe’s cleavage as target practice as she starts bouncing her posterior up and down, just crushing Bush’s breast with each bounce.
“This b*tch has tits…” Jenna says with a grin, pointing to her own jiggling cleavage and laughing as she then stops bouncing for a moment to point down at the bruised, sore chest of Sophia, “And this little piggy sl*t has none!” as she then leans forward. Giving Bush a good look at her cleavage, she then leans forward to whisper into her rival’s ear, “And when I’m through with you, you’re going to be the one crying your eyes out all the way home.”
“You nasty little bi…” Sophia manages to groan out, but Jenna immediately sits up to launch a vicious slap across her cheek as Coleman hisses down, “If I want your opinion, Sophia, I’ll ask for it and trust me, I am going to ask your opinion. We’re going to play a little game of truth or dare and trust me, you’re gonna wanna pick truth, Soph…”
Sophia’s eyes widen, frozen with indecision for a moment as Jenna just giggles, then smiling wildly as Bush moans out, “Truth.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard, Bushie…” Jenna says with a chuckle, “Now, TRUTH - who is hotter and has the superior bod, bimbo?”
Sophia rolls her eyes ,waiting for a moment out of sheer spite before panting out, “You do, b*tch - you’re hotter with the better bod, okay? Just - just get off of me right now.”
Jenna takes a moment to consider the request, then shakes her head with a smile, “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, do you, Sophia? I sure as hell don’t, so remember, keep your opinion to yourself unless I ask. So, time to play again, truth or dare?” as Jenna punctuates the question by reaching inside of Sophia’s top, giving her breast a sharp squeeze.
Perhaps it’s out of sheer anger, confusion or a desire to piss off Jenna that she blurts out an outraged, “DARE!” as Coleman snickers, “Didn’t I warn you? It’s a shame you don’t listen, but you’re going to wish you’d picked truth, because it’s time for one of your favorite activities. You certainly enjoyed it last time we were in here, but then again, you were on top. We’ll see how much you love it now when we partake in a…”
“PILLOW FIGHT!” Jenna says with a mocking laugh, leaning forward as she starts bouncing her boobs across Sophia’s, smashing them flat across her chest with each bounce as Jenna grunts and giggles. Licking her lips as she listens to Sophia’s squeals and shouts, gasping out for air as Jenna rolls her shoulders, slapping Sophia’s breasts back and forth as Jenna leans forward, placing her palms across Bush’s shoulders to hold her in place as she calls out, “Now I DARE you to keep from crying as my boobs overwhelm yours like I knew they freaking would. I double dare you, b*tch!”
Sophia bravely attempts to, blinking back tears as she bites her bottom lip, trying to keep from crying out but as Jenna’s rack continues to bounce across and batter her own bruised jugs, Bush finds herself crying out. Most importantly, she tries to keep from crying as Jenna’s relentless taunts and jugs keep launching themselves at her. But, in the end, it’s all too much as tears streak down her cheeks as she tries to push Jenna off of her weakly and sobs out, “Please, please stop it - stop it!” as Jenna doesn’t right away, just slapping Bush’s boobs back and forth a few more time with her cleavage before she sits up, patting Sophia’s head.
“Don’t worry - it’s almost over, little girl.” Jenna purrs as she reaches down to poke at Sophia’s bruised chest, drawing a loud squeal of protest as Coleman asks, “Truth or dare.”
No decision-making this time as Sophia shouts out, “Truth - truth - truth!”, just choking back tears.
“Good girl…” Jenna says, responding with a hard slap across her jugs, “Now, we need to make things abundantly clear here. Who has the bigger, better, firmer tits, Sophia?”
Sophia tries to shake her head back and forth, but as Jenna starts to lower her chest back down towards her rack again for another ‘pillow fight’, Sophia blurts out, “You do, Jenna - you have the bigger rack. You have the firmer boobs and you have the better tits, Jenna. You do - you do….” as she can’t control herself right now, overcome with anger and embarrassment
Jenna pats her foe’s cheek condescendingly with another cruel chuckle, “Glad we got that out of the way….now, one last game and then this slumber party can come to an end. Let’s play a little game of Spin the Bottle…” as Jenna pulls a “Slusho!” bottle off of the bed, then spins it around in her fingers before pointing direclty between her jugs.
“How freaking lucky - I guess you’re going to get to make out with them. It’s going to be seven minutes in heaven for you, b*tch.” as Sophia cries out, shaking her head back and forth as Jenna places the bottle down beside her. Jenna sets a quick timer on her phone before leaning forward, she slowly goes to wrap her biceps around Sophia’s head to lift her head upwards as she plants her victorious, sweaty cleavage across Bush’s features. Whimpering and sobbing can be heard muffled between her boobs as Jenna goes to scrub her chest back and forth, hugging her foe’s face in tight as she grins and goes to keep smothering out her foe.
Jenna repeatedly plunges Sophia’s face into her chest, smothering her to the point of unconsciousness and then peeling her triumphant tits backwards, just milking the moment for all of its worth as she uses her phone to take numerous selfies, making sure to get her breath-taking cleavage and Bush’s bawling face in each of them, except when Coleman’s jugs were on that pretty face of Sophia’s to smother her out once more. Over and over, until thankfully for Sophia, that timer goes off and after a few more slaps of her tits across Sophia’s face, slick with sweat and tears, Coleman peels her boobs upwards as there is a knock at the door.
Turning off the timer as Jenna looks down into Sophia’s eyes, glazed over with jug-shock as she snivels and moans out as Coleman pats her on the head and says, “Don’t move…” as she comes over to unlock the door, with Demi Lovato there to hand her two sports bras and another dish as they exchange kisses on the cheek and thanks before the door closes. Spinning around, Jenna sets the dish down on a table as she turns around from the cameras to put on a new pink sports bra that can barely contain her jugs and reads “Bigger than Sophia’s” right across the front. With a fresh sports bra on across her jugs, she then goes to do the same to Sophia’s. Blocking the camera much to the crowd’s dismay, they can hear a loud cry as the bra is snapped against her sore tits and Jenna giving an insincere “Ooops!”, followed by ripping the bra off and placing a new bra on her, which can be read a few moments later to read “Property of Jenna Coleman.”
Jenna gazes down triumphantly, sticking out her tongue and beaming, just strutting over to the dish, “Now, I know you’re all about food, but you seem to love calling me Souffle girl, from my Doctor Who days. So, I thought you’d enjoy a nice warm souffle. I baked it throughout the match, let it cool down as I’ve been breaking you down and letting you enjoy seven minutes in heaven with my tits, so it should be nice and freaking warm. Enjoy, b*tch!”
Jenna immediately empties the contents of the dish to pour the souffle out onto the prone body of Sophia and judging by Bush’s yelps and squeals, it might not have cooled down quite enough or maybe those were just howls of outrage. Either way, it’s quite an undignified scene for Sophia as she hyperventilates, breaking down into fresh tears as Jenna sticks out her tongue and blows a kiss down to her, “Have fun, fatty. You can clean up everything by eating it, the way you do all the freaking time. You can eat your feelings, but you can’t eat your way to the top, unless it’s an eating competition. There, you can reign supreme. But, from now on, my jugs are superior and yours belong to me. Thanks for the slumber party, Sophia…”
After one last mean-spirited kick to her jugs, Jenna struts off, making a mental note to give Sophia a DVD / Blu-Ray of tonight’s match to return the favor from last time, along with a framed photo of Jenna’s jugs being worshipped by Sophia Bush. It would be the nicest thing to do as a memento of their Slumber Party and hopefully lead to another one in the future. For Sophia, she might not be quite so eager but for Jenna and the fans, it probably couldn’t come fast enough.
As Jenna steps out of the room, she spins around to point at Sophia one last time,
“This little piggy is going to market, probably to buy herself a new pair of tits…” as Jenna smirks, “And this little victorious b*tch is going out tonight and NOT staying home, like you should for the rest of your loser life.” And with that, Jenna turns out the lights on Sophia and on another epic match between these two….