Randall finally finds something - but it's not at all what he expected.

"Okay, dude..." Randall grinned at you, when you both were entering his new bedroom again. "This time, these sexy bras and panties are all yours!"

"Whu... wait!" you stuttered dumbfounded, clearly wanting to object to that, as you were feeling more than awkward about such an invitation... though you had surely dreamed about your teacher's underwear for a hundred times before... but with your best friend now being in this body of every man's fantasy... you just didn't wanted to disrespect his new feelings or violate his private sphere in any way...

Randall, however, just pushed out his large chest at you. And when your eyes helplessly lowered themselves onto the masses of his enormous bosom again, he stated with a smirk: "Believe me, dude... These bras are massive! You know you want to do this!"

And in fact, as you were staring at those two ripe watermelons in front of you... as they were majestically heaving up and down with every breath and stretching the material of Randall's yellow blouse so tightly that you could clearly see the seams and the patterns of his bra beneath... as you were losing yourself into this boobie trance once more, you felt no other wish (or other need) than marveling through Miss Card's sexy collection of bras and underwear... and of course such a wish was no surprise at all (and no shame) for a 18-year old, heterosexual like you. - But than again, you felt that you hardly had any choice... a feeling, which was further affirmed, when you heard Randall's alluring voice once more, specifying his earlier suggestion by asking you to single out the five sexiest sets and put them on his bed.

"Yes, Mistress!" you heard yourself answering - and you couldn't even tell, whether you had said that out of a joke or of something else. - At least Randall took it as a joke and giggled a lot, while he tuned to the closet to once more start his search for sexy stuff.

Turning towards Miss Card's chest of drawers, you immediately got in medias res. And even if you didn't had the direct sight of Randall's huge breasts in front of you any longer, you were far from being able to forget their fullness and... highness. - A fact, which of course was all the more understandable, as you were flipping through the collection of Miss Card's giant bras right now, thereby visualizing for every item, how it would clad or pack her stacked rack... your throat all too soon becoming completely dried out and your heart beating like crazy.

Not long and you found an extremely sexy, lacy, black push-up bra, which Randall definitely must have missed in his earlier search. Most likely the model had been part of a Halloween-costume with its large cups being designed like two dense spiderwebs (with a little denser spider form protecting the center of each cup) and with little, white skull-forms decorating the bottom-line and the straps of the bra... You were just digging deeper into the current drawer to see whether you also would find matching panties (or even stockings), when you suddenly heard a frightened cry coming from your best friend.

Abruptly loosing track of your enticing mission, you turned round and found Randall standing next to the laundry basket, with deep astonishment (if not even shock) clearly written on his face.

"What's up, buddy?" you encouragingly nodded at your friend. "Newly afraid of spiders?"

But he just shook his head silently. So you stood up and approached your friend, to have a look into that basket for yourself...