Chapter 11

24 hours ago...

While Veronica was scurrying from the bed having burst into tears at having just dropped a bomb on Logan's sheets, D'lacey was back in their dorm having a little fun on her computer. As Veronica struggled to get her boobs back into the safety of her bra by shaking each cup in the same manner as someone would be airing out their sweaty shirt on a hot day repeatedly, D'lacey was editing a computer generated model of Veronica on DAZ.

It is pointless to point out that D'lacey has a lot of alone time between classes, studying, Dungeons & Dragons and Fantasy Role-Playing Club. When she isn't doing those things she can either be found on her computer playing games like Dragon Age, Witcher 3, creating fantasy characters or reading comic books and fantasy novels. Today though, after seeing Veronica wearing that tube top and seeing the different shape of her larger-than-most-people's-head boobies, she had to open up her newest creation and edit it.

Opening the the program she clicks on the saved file aptly named "Veronica Naked" and looks at it. It is an accurate replication of the big titted BBW naked. Every detail upper big body has been painstakingly recreated pixel-by-pixel. All except the big girl's breasts. Having never seen her roommate without her bra, the best D'lacey could do was guess. She figured that based on their weight, size and shape that the result of a topless Veronica would be a pair of jutting, but bottom heavy big tits. Topping them with a set of big brown nipples larger then silver dollars with moderately sized nipples that pointed away from each other, she suddenly found the image to be way too optimistic. There is simply no way that Veronica's boobs could be so sumptuous and round without the support a bra.

Standing up from her computer chair, she walks over to Veronica's dresser and opens up the bra and sock drawer. Pulling out one of the epic boulder holders, she unfolds it and then stretches it open. Admiring its sheer size and sturdy build, D'lacey shakes her head in astonishment as the teardrop structure around the big cups is clear to see. "I can't believe I didn't see this before!" She exclaims. Running back to her computer she sits back down in her chair and goes to work. Highlighting the pixelated boobs oh, that if were real would rival a porn stars, chick flicks and drags on the breast until they resemble a pair of low-hanging pancakes. Even though she is slightly disappointed, she cannot help but nod her head. "Now it makes sense. Her body stubbornly refuses to firm up despite all of the time she spends at the gymnasium." Looking at the flapjacks dangling down toward the pixelated Veronica's belly button, she continue. "Also explains why her boobs look like bowling balls today. They stuck straight out because the strapless bra does not offer the same sort of support and shaping that her normal bras do! I wonder what her boyfriend thinks when her bra comes off..."

Logan thought it was funny when Veronica was struggling to get her big baggers back in her bra while simultaneously running to the bathroom with her ass crack smeared in shit!

Hitting save on her computer, D'lacey looks at the bra sitting by her mouse and feels a familiar tingle between her legs. Having never thought herself gay before, she still finds a sensation odd even though she has given into it numerous times over the past few months. Maybe it is the fact that, despite the bigger woman's flaws, she is still more perceptively a woman than D'lacey sees in herself when she looks in the mirror. Also, outside of nerdy guys, most of the normal guys do not seem to notice her. Still looking at Veronica's underwear she nibbles her bottom lip feeling guilty. She really shouldn't do this. It is wrong. To feel herself lust after a woman is unnatural, at least in her own mind. She doesn't have an issue with people who are gay, but for some reason it bothers her even though it excites her.

Veronica is the alpha of alpha females. Not only with the size of her bra, but also in many other ways. She gets to choose which man she invite him to her bed, she gets to choose her friends and beneath that layer of chubby fat is enough muscle to seemingly bend steel. Is it attraction, or admiration, whichever it is matters not because whenever she sees that monstrous bra she cannot help but get wet.

Walking over to the door she turns the lock. Returning to the middle of the room she then peels off her t-shirt. Tossing it to the bed she reaches around her back and unhooks her padded B cup bra and exposes her breasts. On her tall and lanky frame they look small, but they are definitely a handful. Full and round, they are topped with a pair of ice cream scoop shape nipples no more around then nickels. They are the perfect expression of feminine development.

D'lacey thinks they suck because they are small and not gargantuan titty monsters like Veronica or her skinny sister Victoria. Hell, she would be happy with a pair of D cups. Picking up the cotton redoubt, she drops her pants and cartoonish panties and then lays down on her bed and starts to masturbate while rubbing the big bra all over her small chest. When she is done she puts it away as a wave of guilt washes over her. It happens every time she gives in to her growing obsession...

Breast Envy, it can be a very powerful thing.

So powerful that it can turn some girls bisexual and even gay under the right circumstances.

D'lacey is just that girl. Shy, nerdy and lacking self-confidence she looks at herself as week and unattractive. She doesn't see her slender body and full breasts as anything that she can use to her advantage. Closing the bra drawer, she then opens Veronica's panty drawer and pulls out one of her little thongs. Holding it up she can only imagine that a strong and powerful woman can wear such thanks, especially given her size.

The majority of society has made it quite clear that bigger women wearing next to nothing it's gross. But here is a big woman wearing underwear reserved for the skinny little things of the world and still being revered as a sex symbol.

Even if by the end of the day they are soiled beyond belief.

After having bedded many, many men it is not much of a secret that Veronica is a dirty girl. The only reason D'lacey can think of for why guys still want to stick their thingies in her must be because of her oversized rack.

Every top Veronica wears stretches to unbelievable limits and it is that effect that she has on clothing, especially when she wears a sweater, that make men go gaga.

They are also the reason that D'lacey, along with everyone else, figures is the reason that Veronica was able to land arguably the most eligible bachelor at UCLA who was infamous for dating only the girls with the best bodies.

Across campus the huge booby Queen had locked herself in Logan's bathroom.

Walking up to the door, Logan goes Turn it but the familiar rattle alcolock handle stopped him dead in his tracks. Leaning up against the door jamb it takes a minute or two and even wipes his face because he cannot stop smiling. "Baby..."

"SHUT, UP!" Veronica roars from behind the door. "I'm not a fucking baby!"

Trying not to laugh out loud, it's not what he meant at all but he understands why she is upset about his choice of words right then. Taking another few seconds he taps very lightly on the door. "Look, you know I don't think you're a baby... I know very well that you are a woman from head to toe and a very sexy one at that, so can you please come out... Please?" Logan says very softly, trying to cajole her out.

"No!" At least the response was not as if it was coming from a bear. "Sexy?!? Pfffft..."

"So you took a dump on my bed... Big whoop! I've seen much worse come out of girls half your size so trust me that's nothing..." Logan says being honest. There really isn't much that grosses this man out. "So will you come out now?

"No."

"Why not? I told you. Honest to God what you did on my bed was..."

"IT'S NOT THAT!!! O-kaaaaaay!?"

So if it's not about the poop, than what is it? Logan wonders silently. When the realization hits he snaps his fingers and then stares at the door with disbelief! "Is all of this about what happened with your boobs?!?"

"Yes!" She hollers then burst into tears all over again.

"So they're..."

"Don't you dare fucking say it!" Veronica warns, her voice rising to crescendo.

"Unique. When they started pouring out of your bra I was getting so horny!" Logan says trying to comfort her again.

"Liar..." Veronica calls him out.

Biting his bottom lip, Logan sighs and looks to the ceiling. At this rate she will never come out and he will end up having to get himself off by himself which is the last thing he wants to do. Looking back at the door he rests his head against it and sighs. Unable think of anything and realizing that he cannot sweet-talk her out, Logan gives up and when he does he starts running his mouth."Look, I like my women fat and nasty. The dirtier the panties the better, but mostly because you're thick. I only used to date the skinny chicks because that's what my friends expected of me and what do you think my life would be like if everyone knew that I'd rather screw Miss Piggy then Jessica Rabbit? Yeah, that's right! Me Mr. Star Quarterback would rather stick it did the fat chicks then to the Perfect 10's of the world! On top of that I hate big tits! They're gross. The only reason I can date you out in the open is because you're so fucking top-heavy and I'm tired a dating girls I don't even like but I do recognize that I have a reputation to uphold and quite honestly every one of my fucking friends thinks I'm a God because of you..." he finishes his tirade now standing in the middle of his living room with his hands on his hips breathing hard. He is angry and he is hurt and right now he is breathing to try and calm down.

"So... if you don't like my boobs, why did you stare at them all the time and play with them the way you did?"

Hearing the sound of Veronica's voice not coming through a door, Logan turns around and smiles. Looking into her face he then looks down and smiles. "Because it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how important they are to you."

"So, you only pretended to like them so you could get in my panties?" Veronica asks still trying to decide what to think of it all.

"Isn't that what you use them for? To get guys to fuck you?" Answering a question with a question is not good sportsmanship and Logan knows it, but he has to get Veronica to realize where he is coming from. It's either that or he runs the risk of her walking away.

When she hears the question, Veronica pauses. She could go all girl on him and start blasting him for even thinking that, much less saying it. She could go on it torrent about how ignorant that is and that she is more than just a set of titties and everything like that, but she knows he is right. She leverages the crap out of her blessing and she loves the results of her exploitation. Looking down at her bulging bra, she looked up at him with a crooked smirk. "These K cups have netted me some pretty great cocks. I can't say that I am disappointed with the results. I would be a bitch if I didn't admit it. I love the power these huge boobs give me."

"And now it is time that you recognize that those beautiful big tits are fulfilling a different role. One that they have actually been fulfilling since you started growing them, social superiority. As long as you continue to fill those ginormous bras of yours, you can be with whoever you want and I can be with you in public instead of having to make you, us a dirty little secret. We get to be out in the open all because of those." Logan says then take them in his hands. Squeezing them gently he leans in to to her here and whispers, "but behind closed doors..." He starts to slide his hands around to her back. "You can let them be free."

Feeling his hands inch closer to the rows of hooks clinched tightly up her back, she reaches up and grabs his elbows to stop him. "I know that you may not care how they look, in fact it may just turn you on, but right now I'm not ready. Please give me just one day. It's all I ask. I promise. I'm just not ready to have you see them braless quite yet."

"Okay. Tomorrow then." Logan whispers then confirms her commitment.

24 hours later...

Withdrawing his hand from underneath her bra, Logan slides it up and over her massive swell. She is still purring after her most recent release. Using his other hand to squeeze her thigh he felt it covered in her thick and smelly juices. "Beautiful."