Day 3 part 3

Alana was pushed into a dressing room and told to choose something to change into. She looked at the five outfits laid out on a table, and saw that they were far too small.
'They won't fit me,' she called through the door.
'Then you'll have to go without,' replied the guard.
Alana approached the table and looked at the shirts. They all were tiny and had obscene slogans.
Please enjoy my milk factories
Do you want to play Basketball?
I'm a sailor. I specialise in motor boating
Be careful not to pop my balloons
My watermelons are all the fruit you'll ever need
Alana began trying them on, but the only one that fit at all was the milk factories shirt. She was about to pull it back on, when suddenly a black bra appeared. She heard a whisper in her ear.
'We thought you might need it.'
She thanked the voice, and pulled on the white shirt. It stretched obscenely, barely containing her breasts, and she saw a TV screen in the room. She sat in front of it and watched as the concert resumed. The girls were all but forgotten, back in the crowd, and after every song Alana could see the crowd's anticipation of her appearance. The lead singer, too, seemed to struggle with himself not to call her out prematurely.
Eventually, the last song played, and the crowd began to chant.
'HUGE BOOBS GIRL, HUGE BOOBS GIRL, HUGE BOOBS GIRL.'
'Alright, I think it's time for,' said the lead singer, before holding the microphone out to the crowd.
'HUGE BOOBS GIRL!'
The door opened and Alana was shown back to the stage. She hesitated, but two guards push her up the stairs and into the view of the crowd, who cheered louder than they had all night.
'What's your name?' asked the lead singer when the crowd quieted down.
'Alana.'
'Wrong. Your name is Huge Boobs Girl.' The crowd laughed and cheered.
'Tell me, when did you get your surgery?'
Alana didn't know how to answer.
'She says they're real,' yelled out Pauline.
'Bullshit. We all know they're fake. When did you get surgery?' the lead singer repeated.
'Umm… six months ago,' Alana answered, thinking it better to pretend they were fake.
'Don't lie, Huge Boobs Girl,' said the singer, smacking her breast through the shirt.
'I wasn't,' Alana persisted.
'You were, and we'll prove it. Pull up all the records for the last year.'
On the screen, Alana saw all the plastic surgeon records for the last year.
'She's obviously in the largest size bracket.'
The search was narrowed down.
'And she's clearly under 25.'
The search narrowed even further, to 58 results.
'And she would be under 140 pounds, even with these whoppers.
7 results came up.
They went into the first result, and looked at the pictures, before cycling through. They repeated this, but found no record of Alana.
'That's strange. Pull up the records from the last three years and expand it to 150 pounds and 28 years old.'
48 results came up. They repeated the process, but when they cycled through with no result, everyone except Alana was confused.
'Fuck. Try 200 pounds, 35 years old, and a larger range for breast size. Also, get results from clinics outside of this great nation.
2371 results came up.
Search by name, then.
Alana was typed in the search, for no results.
'What the hell? He looked at Alana, and told them to shut the screen off. 'Are your breasts real?'
'Yes,' Alana whispered.
The singer grins.
'Well, then, let us see them.'
He grabbed her shirt and ripped it off, exposing her bra-clad breasts.
The crowd cheered, but at that moment a man in a suit walked onstage.
'Sorry, everyone. There is another event booked here tonight. I need everyone to leave in an orderly fashion.
Alana rushed off-stage to Pete, Isaac and Liam. The crowd surged to get to her, but the three guys surrounded her and kept the crowd away. They left, and Pete invited Isaac and Liam over to his house.
They accepted the invitation and got ready to leave.
'Hey, Alana,' Isaac called as she was about to get into Pete's car.
'Yeah.'
'You want to come in my car?'
'Sure.'
Pete looked quite disappointed as she walked with Isaac to his car.
They got in, and talked on the way home about the situation with Pauline, and other stuff. By the end of the car ride, she felt like she knew Isaac quite well, and he seemed to stare at her boobs less than Pete, which was a nice change.
But when they arrived, he dropped a bombshell.
'I… I haven't told anyone this, but I'm actually gay.'
Alana stared at him in shock.
'But you were staring at my boobs the other day in the office.'
'I've gotten quite adept at acting. Please, please, please don't tell anyone. I just felt like you'd be good to talk to about guy problems and stuff.'
'I won't tell anyone. And it'll be good to talk to someone about stuff like that.'
'Thanks so much for understanding.'
They exited the car and went inside where Pete and Liam were waiting.
'Hey, guys. You want to watch a movie?'
'Sure,' Alana replied, 'Just let me get changed first.'
She selected something to wear and rushed to the bathroom. She changed back into the button shirt and sweater, and hurried downstairs where the movie was starting.
The movie was a comedy about two guys going around the world searching for the most beautiful woman. Alana found a seat on the lounge and found herself getting quite warm in the sweater. She was about to pull it off when a scene came on where the two guys were drooling over a woman with what they called the biggest natural breasts they had ever seen. Alana knew that she easily outdid the woman, and became self-conscious enough to forgo removing the sweater. The guys followed the woman around, trying to work up the courage to talk to her.
Eventually, Alana got too warm and removed her sweater, distracting the guys attention from the TV.
The woman the guys had been following eventually confronted them and invited them into her apartment. They accepted and, once in her apartment, the woman began to strip. She pulled her shirt off and pulled one of the guys heads into her massive braless rack. The camera angle changed to show him being swallowed in, and the other guy freaked out and ran away.
The movie ended, leaving all four of its viewers confused.
'Please don't eat us,' said Isaac jokingly to Alana.
Alana laughed, but she was embarrassed about the comment.
Isaac and Liam soon left, leaving her and Pete alone.
'Hey, I feel bad about making you sleep on the couch,' said Pete.
'It's alright.'
'No, it's not. I've had to sleep there before and it is really uncomfortable.'
Alana had to agree. The night she had spent on the couch was quite uncomfortable for her.
'What do you want to do then?'
'I'll sleep on the couch.'
'No, I can't make you do that. How about we share the bed?'
'Are you sure, it's only a single bed?' Pete asked.
'Why don't you have a double bed?'
'It broke so we got rid of it. We never got around to ordering another one.'
'Alright. I'm happy to share the bed.'
Pete went upstairs and Alana looked around for something comfortable to wear, having lost her loose white shirt.
She couldn't find anything comfortable in the wardrobe, so she went to ask Pete what she could wear.
She approached the bathroom he was in and heard noise coming from inside.
She put her ear up to the door and listened.
'Fuck. Oh, yeah. Oh, that is so good. Ohhh, ohhh, fuck.'
She pulled back as she realised he was masturbating.
'Alana, oh yeah, Alana. Fuck, ohhh, ohhh, OHHH.'
She heard her name and stood dumbfounded for a second. She never thought he was into her that much.
She went back into the bedroom, giving him some privacy, and waited until she heard the door open.
'Hey, what is there that I can wear?' she asked, when Pete entered the room.
He seemed a bit distracted, so Alana asked again.
'Umm… you could wear one of my shirts, or…'
'I need something comfortable to sleep in. Something nice and loose.'
I don't really have anything like that, except…'
'Except?'
'You could wear Pauline's dressing gown.'
Figuring that it was better than nothing, she said that would do and Pete got it for her. It was quite thin, and had oriental patterns against a black background. She took it into the bathroom and undressed, before pulling it on. The dressing gown barely fit over her breasts, and when she tied it, her boobs bulged outwards, exposing more cleavage than the button shirt by a surprising margin. The gown also, due to the size of her breasts, ended mid-thigh, leaving much of her creamy skin exposed.
She exited the bathroom, and walked toward the bedroom. From downstairs, she heard Pete call 'Hey, where is that bra you had on at the concert. I can't find it.'
'I don't know,' Alana lied. The bra had disappeared when she changed into the button shirt.
He came upstairs and when he saw Alana he almost fell over.
'Alright. Ready for bed?' he asked, barely recovering.
'Yeah.'
'Alright. I'll just be a minute.'
Alana slid into the bed facing outward, and in the silence she heard Pete masturbating again. She wondered how he managed to go twice in five minutes. He eventually came back in.
'One more thing. Is it alright if I sleep nude?' he asked.
'Umm… sure, I guess,' replied Alana, not wanting to impose herself more than she had already.
She heard a rustling and then Pete climbing into bed. He was facing her, and it was quite a tight squeeze. He turned over and fell asleep surprisingly quickly, but Alana struggled as the dressing gown was making her too warm. After a while, she went further under the sheets and quietly removed the dressing gown. She pulled the sheets tight around herself and tried to go to sleep, but found herself uncomfortable. She turned over and got comfortable, and before she had the chance to put the gown back on, she was asleep.