"Ladies and Gentlemen! Children of all ages! (Even though you are only allowed to be here if you're eighteen or older.) Sponsored by the New International People's Panel of Lactation Enthusiasts, I am glad to present to you…the first annual Breast Vore Olympian Duel!"
The crowd roared in delight, plus impatience since the event was supposed to start an hour ago. But with contestants like these, people were willing to sit in their seats and wait. That is, except for one loud drunkard, who had gone up to a female security detail and was escorted somewhere. No one had seen that guy since…
"Before we introduce our two contestants, let me state a couple rules the audience has to follow. First off, no nudity is allowed from the spectators themselves. Second, no consuming other spectators, no matter what. And third, do not enter the arena unless directed. Don't worry, some of you will be directed.
"And now, let's introduce our contestants. Entering from the blue corner, she has roamed the galaxy, killing any monsters or pirates or aliens that would net her a paycheck for doing so. She may have the tough, dutiful attitude of a man, but she is in fact a voluptuous woman and has used that fact to her advantage, picking up some tricks that not all women know how to do. SAMUS ARAN!!!"
As if on cue (scratch that, it was on cue) a woman clad in a two-piece jumpsuit with a large midriff. It covered her neck, her breasts, the part of her back behind her chest, her waist, and her butt, but it didn't cover anything else. Plus, it was very tight to her curves. Pretty much what everyone wanted to see her wearing, at least when she was wearing anything. That'd be determined in a few minutes or so.
"And her opponent, entering from the red corner, she does anything for a price, especially when gems are involved. But there are certain people and jobs that she'll just drop everything and fly right over for. And that includes whatever's still covering her gorgeous body. ROUGE THE BAT!!!"
Opposite of Samus, a winged figure walked in. She was dressed in her usual combination of tights that highlighted her butt and tail, boots with a heart shape on the toes, and a bustier made of a sturdy enough material to contain her breasts but still show off an incredible amount of cleavage.
The two competitors greeted each other the way all women of their particular forte should greet one another: bust to bust. Not too much pressure was exerted between one bosom and the other, but there was just enough to create a sensation that almost linked the two together. It was a symbol of feminine camaraderie…as well as sexual pleasure. Go figure.
"Before we start the contest, we must make sure that these two have an even starting point. You in the audience know what that means, don't you?" There was a roar from the crowd. "Ladies? Remove…your…tops!"
On the count of three, Samus and Rouge both removed their tops, letting their breasts bounce out and expand to their actual size from their binding. Though they had looked even before, at around a D-cup size, they certainly weren't. That is, they were neither D-cup nor evenly sized. Rouge's breasts were at the usual G-cup size she liked to keep them at, but Samus' were at a whopping M-cup size. (And for good reason, she had spent some time practicing for this contest beforehand.) They were almost identical otherwise, save for skin color and little details here or there. (Samus was softer and bouncier, Rouge was perkier and firmer. Minor differences.)
"As you can see, these two are not at a remotely even starting point." Two female referees came out and gave each contender a glass of what looked and tasted like pineapple juice, but it was actually a serum. Both Rouge and Samus had a displeased expression before they drank it, but they looked at each other and shrugged.
They gulped down the drink together, and after a few seconds their breasts began to shrink down. They kept their form and shape, but now they were both sized equally. It was almost saddening to see both these proud women reduced to a mere C-cup, but both they and the crowd knew that they'd be growing out of that size within a few seconds.
"All right, for your first test, your job will be to take care of...these!" A platform began to raise from a panel in the ground, revealing two pair of large office-size water bottles. They were uncovered and empty, perhaps for a reason, and had good grips for people who want to move them around. Samus and Rouge advanced towards their bottles, and massaged their breasts in preparation. They gave each other a sexy smirk, and gave the thumbs up signal that they were ready. "You two have sixty seconds to take care of these bottles. The contest will end if one of you is finished, or the time limit is met. On your mark...get set...GO!!!"
The two huntresses did not hesitate. Within a second, their nipples on top of the covers and closing around them to serve as caps. The crowd went wild as they started swallowing the funnel-end. Rouge was going a little faster than Samus, but Samus had a little bonus for the crowd inadvertently catch their attention. In her bottles, some white fluid was forming and dripping into the bottle as she was consuming it. "It looks like Samus' breasts have displayed some milk action! If she's ever hired to nurse a child the size of a truck, she's definitely got some practice filling the bottles!" The crowd went wild again, and Samus lost her focus for a second. By the time she put the bottles all the way inside her breasts and closed her nipples, Rouge had already done so AND digested the plastic containers into milk and fat. They barely grew whatsoever since the bottles were empty, but they were at a D-cup size again. And to think that only thirty-eight seconds have past.
"And the winner is...Rouge!" Rouge bowed, her breasts bouncing on the way up. Some time was given for Samus to catch up before the next round started. Rouge stuck her tongue out, and Samus put on a fiercer game face.
"And now for the second round! Let's see you handle...these!" As before, their next item appeared from a panel in the ground. This time, it was a pile of treasure like one would find in a treasure chest...in fact it was inside a treasure chest. A rather large one, at that. The two chests were equal, and their contents were displayed on a label on the lid. "You must first put all the contents into your bosoms before you take care of the chest. You may choose the contents as you will and use any sorting method you please."
Samus was ready to do this and formulated a plan, but Rouge's eyes lusted for the treasure. Unlike Samus, Rouge had an obsession with valuables themselves rather than the value they were worth. Still, she snapped out of it before the contest started. "You have two minutes to take care of the treasure, then the chest, then digest the bunch. Whoever is farther along after two minutes will win! On your mark...get set...GO!!!"
Samus immediately stuck her breasts into the chest, stirring them around and letting all the coins just fall into her nipples when she did. Her breasts started to fill up, grow larger, and make the task more difficult, but she stuck at it until all the small stuff was gone. Rouge, on the other hand, was stuffing handful after handful of whatever stuff came her way into her breasts, taking care of the coins much more slowly but the medium-sized objects more quickly.
A minute passed and the two were about even. Samus had gone through the statuettes and was moving onto the larger jewelry piece by piece. Rouge had finished some of the jewelry and all but a handful of the coins and statuettes, when she saw the largest gem in there...and her focus was thrown out the window. Her eyes practically had mini-gems on them, she was that entranced by it.
"Whoa! It looks like this treasure was either too much for the bat to handle, or it's just too beautiful for her to get rid of!" Samus saw this as her chance to take the lead. She immediately picked up the near-empty chest with one hand and held her nipple open with the other. Since her breasts had been storing plenty of things in them already, it wasn't too difficult to finish the contents off. Moving onto the chest, though, might prove a challenge.
By the time Rouge finally came back to her senses, Samus had the entirety of the chest inside her right breast. Rouge barely fit the large gem in her nipple when Samus' breasts finished turning all that expensive treasure into more breast for the audience to enjoy. At a whopping W-cup, what more could breast fans ask for? Though it did make her wonder who or what could possibly to afford so much money being turned into breast flesh, and STILL give whoever wins a significant cashier's check for a prize. One look at her gigantic breasts (plus a peek at Rouge's catching up after the finishing buzzer) made her forget all that, she was just too busty and sexy.
"And the winner is...Samus!" The crowd roared more loudly than they had for Rouge...mainly because Samus was flaunting her breasts with a perfect jiggle while Rouge was still finishing with digestion. "And what a victory at that! Keep your eyes on the right prize, or at least your own breasts, or you'll fall behind!" Rouge scowled at this, but Samus just laughed. The score was tied now, even. And now that their breasts were also even, it was time to move onto the final round...the true test of skill.
"For your final round, your breasts will not be consuming mere items! Instead...get ready for this, breast fans and vore fans everywhere...we're going to have these two very busty girls put people inside their assets!"
It took a long time (plus some armed officials) to calm the crowd down after this. Even the two contestants were giddy and pumped up, or at least their bouncing breasts made it seem that way. One could never tell if their cheering was genuine or if they were just playing the crowd with their massive mammaries.
Two guards each brought in what people could only assume were twin female convicts. Privately, the guards told Rouge and Samus that the twins had been sentenced to the death penalty, and the people running the tournament had paid a great deal to procure them. True to form, the two didn't care. They just wanted to put the two restrained women into their breasts, and see who's got the better bust.
"The rules for this competition are best kept private, and have been explained to the competitors by our staff. But as for what you need to know, ladies and gentlemen, is that this competition has an extra piece to it. All that milk these two lovely ladies have been storing up will begin to fill these two pools." On cue, the ground revealed a large rectangular pit with measuring marks, split down the middle. "The way to win this round is by filling the pool all the way first. If you can't fill it all the way, then the other person has a chance to fill it higher. On your mark...get set...go!!!"
Before the two convicts even woke up all the way (did you really think this competition would leave two dangerous criminals both alive and able to resist?) the two contestants were all over them. Rouge put her convict in the left nipple, Samus put hers in the right. Both women looked like they were in a state of ecstasy while doing this, and for good reason. The second the criminals' heads went inside, they began to struggle.
The best part of putting an unwilling victim into one's breasts was definitely the struggling...then again there were so many "best parts" to choose from. Samus hadn't worked with a struggling victim in a long time, but Rouge evidently had. While Samus was squirming almost as much as her victim was, Rouge knew she had to deal with it quickly. Rouge had the convict's hips in her nipple, while Samus was still wrapping around the other convict's breasts.
Eventually Samus got her bearings and put the convict in more quickly, struggles or not. But by that time, Rouge was hurrying to start digesting, the body inside visibly kicking and leaving temporary imprints on Rouge's breasts, driving the crowd even more nuts than they were before. (Was that still even possible?) To seal her victory, Rouge digested her convict as quickly as she could manage, but in her rush she didn't focus of how much of the body became milk, and how much became fat.
This eventually became her biggest mistake in this competition. When Rouge finished digesting the convict, she squeezed her breasts for an arc of milk to gush out of her nipples. Problem was, even though the amount of milk that came out was far greater than one would visibly guess was possibly in there, (not to mention her breasts not even shrinking one bit from their size at about a yoga ball each,) it didn't fill the large tank all the way. "It looks like Rouge has already run dry, the tank isn't full so the game still could go to either side!" This meant that Samus, who was taking her time and hadn't even started digesting, could steal the win from the buxom bat.
Seeing her opportunity to win, Samus closed her nipples and concentrated on turning the body inside into milk. It was still difficult, considering that the criminal was resilient to the end, but after a few minutes she managed. (Thank goodness there was no time limit on this one.) All Rouge could do was sit and watch while Samus, face extremely tight to contain her pleasure, began churning her breasts and turning all of the criminal into sweet, creamy, white, delicious milk.
"It seems Samus is ready to fill her own tank! Let's see how far she fills it!" With that, Samus let an arc of milk flow out of her breasts like no tomorrow, filling her tank to the brim in mere seconds. But that's not where it stopped, far from it. She then filled the rest of Rouge's tank to the top, overflowing it, and only then did her breasts begin to shrink from yoga-ball shape to something slightly smaller, and the milk flow was halted for the time being. However, the sloshing sounds her breasts made indicated that she still had some left in storage and was willing to share.
"That's it! Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages who are even here, the winner of the first annual Breast Vore Olympian Duel is...SAMUS ARAN!!!" The crowd's reaction to seeing Samus win was absolutely spectacular. Some fans were falling out of their seats, some were practically flying in the air above them, and a few even jumped out of their seats to rush towards Samus before being dragged off by security. "Okay, everyone. Calm down. As the winner of the competition, Samus will receive a cash prize. That will be taken care of separately, we do not want to disclose exactly how much money she's getting until we give it to her. But we are giving her an additional prize..."
The crowd went silent in anticipation. What could this prize possibly be? Samus had a feeling she knew what it was, as did Rouge, but there was no way to tell. "The special prize for you, Samus...is Rouge! If you would like to, you can make Rouge a part of your wondrous breasts!" The crowd went wild again, and a smirk appeared on Samus' face. It seemed like a wonderful idea, and the result would be...she couldn't even imagine how wonderful the result would be. On the other hand, maybe it'd be better to keep her around as a playmate and partner.
Between the roaring cheers from the crowd, the peppy voice of the announcer, and the approach of the woman who beat her at her own game, Rouge resigned to Samus' decision with open arms, her breasts bouncing out to meet Samus'. They touched, and Samus knew what she wanted to do...