Message from a friend

Vanessa went to bed as soon as she made it home, leaving the snug zero suit on. When she woke up, all she wanted to do was forget about the situation. She removed the zero suit and put on her normal clothes, throwing it with the rest of the armor to bring back to the store. Vanessa decided that it could wait, so she went on her computer to chill and play some games. Sadly, the world would not let her forget about her humiliation that easily. A friend of hers that she met online sent her a message, telling her about this awesome cosplayer people were talking about. Vanessa looked at the link, curious to see who this could be. She was mortified when she saw the post was a picture of her in the mall. She looked at the comments and some people were actually talking about the costume. However, most of the people were talking about her boobs. Vanessa grew red as she read all the comments calling her a slut, bimbo, and a tease. The people were awful, saying how they would tear the fabric off her breasts to reveal them to the world and fuck them. Vanessa just watched in horror and the comments flooded in, and eventually a new link. Vanessa hesitantly clicked on it, bringing her to a different page just titled “Mysterious Cosplayer” with a different photo from the mall. Here they had every photo she knew about and some she didn’t. There were the ones with people, of her walking, but the worst of all was the one of her changing out of the armor. Here the comments were even worse. People talked about how they would run up to her and just grope her, how they would kidnap her and **** her breasts. People showed the videos of her acting oblivious as she swung her fat tits around. People wrote entire stories on how they would violate her. Vanessa’s only saving grace was that they didn’t know who she was. This didn’t stop people from trying to figure it out, with hundreds of comments asking for her name. She closed the page and just started crying. The tears streamed down her face and into her cleavage. She looked down at her breasts and just wanted to disappear. They have caused her so much pain but she was too afraid to do anything about it. She wiped the tears from her face, staring back at the screen of her computer. Her boobs were something she couldn’t control, but she could do something about those posts. There had to be something she could do, right?