Climbing Mt. Olympus is not so easy.

Looking down, as does everyone else, Lauren is not surprised, unlike everyone else, that the Mighty Victoria just did a no-no in her panties. All around them, the guests are murmuring behind red plastic cups, pointing or staring slack jawed at the curvaceous redhead who is on her knees and purring softly under her breath. Looking from the stunned crowd to the equally 'beat' Victoria, Lauren sighs and does the unthinkable.

Bending down beside her fallen foe, Lauren curls her nose as the stench of Victoria's expulsion cuts through the odor of vomit and spilled bear. "Come on Vicki, you need to get up." Lauren says into her ear while wrapping her hands around Vicki's upper arm. Lifting the surprisingly light woman to her feet, she did happen to catch a glimpse of Vicki's long sought after pussy, smirking at how small the real thing was compared to the mound that bulged into her underwear. "Come on hun, let's find you a place to sit, alright?" Lauren suggests as she pulls Vicki's arm around her shoulders before wrapping hers around the redhead's waist.

"Okay..." Vicki moans softly, still smiling exhausted like, the result of her enormous orgasm while dragging her heeled feet lazily. "Thanks Prez..." Vicki groans with a weak grin while her big boobs continue to hop up and down.

Knowing full well that Vicki is literally sopping wet behind the mostly dry panty, Lauren slips her thumb into the waist of *her* skirt and gives it a subtle push down while guiding the fallen diva through the parting crowd to the couch. "Okay, now how about you take a seat right here and rest up a bit, okay? There you go." She says softly while the party guests gossip excitedly about the recent 'dance off' or yearn for a look up Vicki's skirt while she helps Vicki down. Glancing at the crowd around them, Lauren can few a feel stares on her own butt while a few more openly gawk her amply filled out sweater. Looking back to her foe who is splayed out on the couch with her hands by her sides, her legs sprawled open and her head tilted back, Lauren gets an idea. "Oh you look so uncomfortable. Let me help you, trust me you will thank me later." Lauren suggests while looking at a guy in the crowd to help.

With an eager nod, he steps up and taking the opposite arm pit, he and Lauren hoist Vicki up a little more. Unfortunately the already too tight sweater was unable to cope and when the buttons blew out and Victoria's big, full coverage, strapless, pink lace bra popped out and pushed the edges of the sweater away, everyone cheered instantly! Looking down to find that the rear of the skirt had slid up when Vicki was sat down initially, Lauren looked way and stepped back while 'accidentally' pushing Vicki's knees open with her own. "There, that's MUCH better..." Lauren announces as the crowd gets an eyeful of Vicki's legendary panties.

Initially there was cheering, but it didn't take long for the revelation that 'Big Titty Vicki' DIDN'T wear sexy panties to sink in. Even if the panties weren't expected, certainly the unadulterated view between her legs was more than enough, right? Initially it was. With nothing barring the way, guys and girls alike ogled the massive endowment and bushel of puberty bulging into the pink, flower print cotton panties while the undeniable 'curve' of her famous derriere made its indelible mark on the printed cotton.

"Never thought I'd see the day..." One drunken guy says while staring the busty, bulging beauty up and down.

"I know, we got flashes at the games back in the day but this is the best thing ever!" His buddy grins ear to ear while taking a slug of his beer.

Much to Lauren's delight, the initial, positive reception was quick.

"Where's her cleavage?" A woman, once a part of the dance team, asks aloud as a bevy of eyes stares 'between' the massive cups.

"Probably dropped when she was dancing. I always suspected that Vicki was wearing padded bras."

"That or she stuffs. Look at her boobs. They look... Weird." A girl along the side says while staring at the big cups jutting from Vicki's chest.

"Yeah, her chest looks flat."

If her boobs were garnering negative reviews, so were her panties.

"Is it just me or is Vicki's pussy sagging or something?" A former snob remarks with delight while staring between Vicki's pale, white thighs.

"There's a gap in her panties, see? Oh my god... Vicki stuffs her crotch? I thought only BOYS did that?"

"Vicki doesn't STUFF. She's just loose."

"Whatever, something looks off to me. Like look at her butt. It's like she's sitting on it or something...."

Peering around Vicki's waist, Lauren smirks at just how far Vicki's panties have fallen. "If the bitch wasn't on the couch then everyone would be able to see her ass crack." Lauren mutters under her breath before placing her hands on her hips and stepping forward, her 'C cup' chest thrust out proudly. "Well, why don't we all find out, hmm? Let's see just how ENDOWED The Empress of Endowments truly is, hmm?"

With the support of the crowd, Lauren grins as she bends over, her hand reaching for the exposed cup. Her finger tips inches away from Vicki's illustrious chest, but more than that, infamy...