Put the "fun" in "funbags"

Emma looks up into my eyes, her blue pools **** behind their glasses. Letting out a little whimper, I start to think she's going to back out and leave me naked for the rest of the day.

But then, to my shock, she reaches for the bottom hem of her black T-shirt. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she pulls it up and over her head, doing it quick like a band-aid, and tosses it aside. Her breasts bounce free, barely contained in a sports bra that looks too small even by suppressive sports bra standards.

She crosses her arms over her bust protectively, gazing down at her lap. "H-How's this? Is he hard?"

Natasha snorts. "Girl, you have no game! He barely got a look at them! Damn, those are bigger than I thought they were! I'm actually kinda jealous!"

"Yeah, hold those udders up and jiggle 'em a bit. That should get Baby Dick hard," Amy instructs, grinning. Looks like she's getting just as much enjoyment out of Emma's humiliation as she is mine... Punishment for going against peer pressure?

Hiding her blushing face with her hands, Emma turns to me and leans backward, giving her bust a little wiggle.

"Okay, this isn't working out. That sports bra has too much shock absorption. Best take it off, Ems," Natasha instructs, though it really doesn't sound like a request...

Emma just lets out a little "eep," but... I guess she figures she's already this far deep. Reaching up, she lowers one arm into her sports bra's side. As she lowers her arm out of the bottom and pulls that side up to her shoulder, her right breast pops out, causing Amy to audibly gasp as the sight of the large, pale, pillowy orb. Before any discussion can occur, Emma does the same to her other side, tossing that garment away as well and crossing her arms around her now bare, noticeably larger, breasts.

"Holy hell, girl! What do you feed those things? I think they're bigger than Amy's! What kinda sports bra you got that you can hide those melons? They're like white whales!" Natasha gushes.

Amy's reaction is harder to gauge. She's got her legs up on the armchair pretzel-style, her hands clasped before her mouth in a triangle, and her eyes have a look in them that's downright... predatory.

"Go ahead, Emma. Wiggle them around for Baby Dick Georgie. We'll see if he's a grower or a shower."

"And we'll see if he's a boobman, too!" Natasha cackles.

Emma looks up at me, her face bright red and biting her lower lip. She raises her arms, taking a deep and shaky breath, then begins to wiggle her breasts back and forth. I'd already gotten a semi from her stripping her sports bra off, so this really wasn't all that needed to get me to full hardness. If anything, it's overkill, and I can feel my dick harder than it's ever been. My hands have been on my knees this entire time, and my legs slightly spread, so Natasha and Amy can plainly see whether I'm a grower or a shower. They'd bet Emma that if I was a big-time grower, they'd get me my clothes back from the laundry room, and I'm definitely a grower! But... Wait, did they ever specify what would happen If I wasn't enough of a grower to be deemed a "big-time" one? Did they even set a metric for what would make me a big-time grower? Would I just have to stay naked like before, or would there be an additional punishment for Emma losing this bet? So many unknowns, I can feel my heart racing alongside the throbbing of my now tumescent prick!