Bra off!

While being untwittinlgy watched and recording, Lauren unclasped her bra. She pulled it off, clutching it strangely carefully. Brad's eyes widened in shock. Liam spat beer in surprise.

"Sh... she's totally flat!" Liam exclaimed.

It was true. Both boys had seen Lauren's falsies, and knew that she wouldn't be as well endowed as expected. But the reality still totally shocked them: instead of the D cups she had while clothes, in reality Lauren had two miniscule swells bulging off her chest. Perky, but no bigger than a lemon cut in half. Blink and you'd miss it boobs, if not her for long, currently fully erect nipples sticking straight out.

The boys sat in stunned silence as Lauren set her bra on a countertop. She now stood in just her panties. She moved in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She turned, admiring her profile (and showing it off to the boys).

"Ooh, they're so little!" Lauren groaned in frustration.

She grasped her small mounds and gave them a shake, as though she was trying to will them into being larger.

"I guess I should accept that at 20, they're never gonna grow." Lauren pouted, continuing her drunken performance with no awareness she was being watched.

She slouched in defeat, which just had the affect of causing her rounded stomach to bulge out farther.

"It's not fair!" Lauren groaned. "Why wasn't I born with big tits?!"