She Stuffs!: The Campus Tease

Coming out of the athletic complex right after cheer practice, I walk out into the brisk fall air the only one still in my uniform. Green and white with the letter "M" stamped right on my chest, it is the iconic colors of Michigan State University green and white. Proud to be a Spartan cheerleader, I know the uniforms are conservative, but that's why I like them. Classic sweater and skirt combo, we wear turtlenecks when it's cold. They are also an all in one which means I don't have to worry about the sweater riding up and I get to where nude colored nylons.

It was something I made very clear to the coach before accepting the scholarship. When she wanted to know why, I told her that is because I like to wear Spanx and no amount of working out will ever stop the jiggle of my butt or my thighs. Agreeing, if somewhat reluctantly, she made the exception to the rule for me.

I am accompanied by my friends Stacy and Claire. Wearing their regular outfits, they had opted to shower and change with the rest of the team. That meant I waited for them outside of the locker room. In my junior year I no longer get asked why, it's just kind of what they expect.

"I really think that we are ready for Sunday's game." I say as we walk together down the sidewalk.

"I agree." Stacy says, the sun glistening off of her long blonde hair. Iron straight, it just fits her much like Claire's ponytail or my red hair.

"Yep. The routine is really coming together and Coach didn't have to stop us too much." Claire adds then looks over at Stacy and me, her eyes drifting down only to snap back up.

Smirking, I look right at her and point. "You know you're totally busted right?"

Blushing as Stacy laughs tossing her head back, Claire looks down feeling guilty. "I'm sorry. I wish I was just a little bit... Bigger."

Cackling, Stacy elbows me even though she is responding to Claire. "Trust me babe, be happy with what you got."

Looking over at Stacy and then down at myself, I then look over at Claire who just doesn't really seem to care.

"But I mean, you guys just fill out your sweaters so well. *Sigh...* The two of you get the most attention on the team." Claire says then looks over at us both before openly gawking at our big boobs.

"Seriously, Claire you need to stop wishing for things you don't have. Big boobs may look great in a sweater, but when they start bouncing around they actually hurt, am I right Vicki? Plus we have to wear bigger bras which means what we get to wear is limited and then there's the back pain..." Stacy says, listing off all the reasons why having big boobs is not all that great.

Walking between the two of them, I feel like I am being urged to have to say something. But which side do I choose? I love having big tits! I love having a curvy body with a big butt! I love all the attention it gives me! I totally feel bad for Claire because whenever she's around us it's like the guys don't even notice her. They're all too busy staring hungrily at mine and Stacy's chest. Also Stacy maybe making valid points, but I know she likes the attention too. She's always got hers pushed out proudly and has no problem with all the bouncing around they do. If she did she would wear more supportive bras, wouldn't she? Mulling over these thoughts, I decided to take the middle ground. "Yeah, you're right Stacy. I can't tell you how much I look forward to taking my bra off at the end of the day, but at the same time I totally get Claire's feelings too. I would be a liar if I didn't admit that I liked the attention that I got from the guys to be honest."

"Pfffft... I think it's not just the attention you get, because you're always excited, I mean look at you, when was the last time you weren't nipping out? Face it Vicki, you love being busty!" Stacy says then looks down at my big boobs too and stares right at the pokies further stretching my uniform.

Looking down myself, I cannot help it. I do like my big, check that, huge tits! I mean, look at them... They're colossal, they're full, they stick right out and my constantly shining high beams ensures that no one ever misses them. Including me. Watching them bounce rhythmically up and down, I cannot stop the big grin that starts spreading my cheeks, making little dimples by the corners of my mouth.

"Hell, Vicki loves being hot. It's not just her big boobs that she enjoys, but also having that big fat ass wiggling behind her too." Claire says has she switches her gaze from my chest dominating tits to my equally round and bubbly backside.

"Hell yeah, you definitely put the bomb in bombshell." Stacy adds as she looks me up and down with a big grin on her face too as we continue to walk down the sidewalk.

Unable to stop my ego from swelling, I pull my shoulders back and stick out my big titty mountains as I add a little extra roll to my hips, feeling that big junk in my trunk swinging. The swing of my hiney and the extra bounce of my big and succulent titties centers all of that sexual energy down to the squishy and big pussy sticking out between my legs. Feeling my awareness heighten as the little hairs on my arms start to rise, I can distinctively feel the little strings of my slutty underwear digging into my sides, stretching and pulling with every scissor step I take. "You guys really need to stop talking about me like this..." I warn as I feel my pussy start to swell and my slit fill with creamy goodness.

Seeing the change in my face, Claire giggles. "Uh oh... Someone's getting horny again." She says, her voice dropping an octave.

Hearing the huskiness exit her lips, I can totally feel Claire's passions building. A lesbian through and through, I know that she's been wanting to get in my pants for a very very long time... Feeling myself get all worked up, I really don't want to make another mess in my panties.

"Vicki, hun... You really need to get a guy." Stacy says then laughs when I shoot her a playful look.

"Why? I'm quite happy being alone." I reply as I start thinking about my little pink vibrator in my underwear drawer. My little rocket nestled between my neatly folded itty bitty panties... And here my mother would kill me over if she ever found out that I was wearing g-strings instead of the granny panties that she loves gifting me on Christmas.

*"Good Christian girls don't touch themselves and they definitely do not wear panties that are only designed to attract the opposite sex. What you need are good old-fashioned comfortable underwear. Do you really want something up your butt all day long?"*

Her voice echoing my head, I focus on the little string sticking up my butt and savor it. Feeling it grind between my cheeks, I can't help but feel more like a woman. Feel more grown up, more mature... Everything actually. How my clothes stretch over my body, my bra straps stretching and pulling against my sides, back and shoulders. Especially over my chest. The rhythmic bouncing of my big boobs feel so good. What it does for me as well as all of the looks that they bring my way, coupled with my amazing body in general, always makes me excited and puts a smile on my face.

"Sure you are..." Stacy replies as she looks me up and down, seemingly studying my body language. "But even you have to admit that having a big real cock inside of you is very fulfilling, more fulfilling than a dildo."

Looking over at her as I toss my hair and continue to walk with the sexual energy of a raging volcano, I'm about to say something when Claire speaks up. "Yeah... There's nothing better than human to human contact. It's one thing to enjoy being checked out, but it's quite another to be touched."

Feeling a slight chill run down my spine, I feel myself start to cool off when the discussion turns to that. My friends have always been telling me how good it is to be touched, to be felt up, to either have something rubbing against them that is flesh or to have flesh inside of them. Reaching into my top as we walk, I pull out my little golden cross and rub it with my thumb.

"I mean, we get that you're reserved about getting naked with guys, but you do know that is more your mother talking than anything else." Stacy says.

"If Victoria wants to wait for the right person then she should. There is nothing wrong with enjoying another without going all the way." Claire says as she looks at my overstretched sweater bouncing hypnotically up and down.

Looking over at her, I see her eyes staring lustfully at my breasts. I know she wants to see them in their entirety. Everybody does. Everybody wants to see the voluptuous vixen that is me topless. Everybody wants to see the giant jugs of Victoria Black. If I was into girls I would totally let her reach up my shirt and play with them through my bra. But I'm not because like Stacy I do desire to have a cock, it's just that I'm not ready to give my pussy completely naked. I know it's weird I know they don't understand, in fact I know nobody understands as numerous examples have taught me. Once I take off my shirt, they want to see everything and they won't stop. So many close calls, pants opened or bra unhooked and of having to slap them and run off cradling my giant jugs crying after being promised that they would respect me and my wishes to wait until marriage.

It's always been my get out of jail free card. It's also why guys love looking, but are tired of taking me out. There's just so many times that they want to feel up a girl with her bra on and touch her pussy through her jeans. Eventually they're going to want more and when I don't give it to them they lose interest. I may be the hottest girl on campus, but I'm also known as the biggest tease. It's not something that I relish being, but at the same time I do because I can see the result and I can feel the result radiate within. Seeing their cocks get harder, their little mushrooms dripping with excitement making little messes in their pants. I know they want to fuck me and I want to fuck them too, but I want to do it on my conditions.

"Yeah but that's boring. No one wants to wait forever just to have a little bit of sex." Stacy says derivatively. "Vic, I think it's time you shed the good girl image and finally take all your clothes off and get it on. So what if your body is not as tight and as firm as you want it to be. You really think those guys are going to care when they see that big bubble butt bouncing and jiggling as they stuff that hungry pussy of yours? You think they're really going to care if your tits don't stick straight out and instead hang a little bit? If anything that'll just turn them on even more because guys love girls who are curvy and also soft to the touch. I'm telling you, it'll do a world of good if you finally got a dick. Trust me when I say this, the team would be very thankful for it."

"Wait, what?" I ask in disbelief, shooting her a look.

Not saying anything, Stacy just looks straight ahead with a small smirk on her face, her boobs bouncing and jiggling provocatively.

"I think what she is trying to say is that you smell." Claire pipes up, her voice no more than a squeak.

Looking at her with confusion, I think I know exactly what she's talking about, but I want to hear her say it. They can smell my pussy.

Now it is her turn to go quiet and for Stacy to say it.

Rather bluntly I might add.

"Yeah, no one wants to tell you, but your vag smells like all the time. You really need to get a cock so you'll stop being so horny all the time." Stacy says matter of fact as we reach the point where we go our separate ways.

Staring blankly ahead of me, I am processing everything that my closest friends have said to me. There's more to it, more to why I don't take my clothes off. It's not just because of my mother, it's just my defense mechanism. My crutch to keep from telling them, and everyone else, the REAL reason I never ever want to take my clothes off...

Standing in front of the mirror in my private dorm, I look at my reflection for a bit. My hands on my waist, I turn left and then right as I check out my stunningly curvy body.

30H-23-34

I may be a little too bottom heavy on paper, but when you adjust my measurements to include the fullness of my bust, it goes a little something like this.

37-33-34, under bust 26.

Yeah, I'm top heavy but just the right amount of hips, thighs and ass to balance me out while still maintaining a reputation for being really endowed up top.

Looking at the largess that are my breasts, I slowly lick my glitter painted lips in anticipation of seeing my underwear. I have no problem baring it in the privacy of my room, but it becomes an issue when other people are around. Reaching between my shoulder blades, I pinch the knob of the zipper between my thumb and finger and start pulling down. Unzipping it all the way, I pull the shoulders down my arms and with a little tug it falls. Dropping into a heap around my elevated feet, my shoes 3 inches thick with a 1 inch lift in the heel, I step out with one foot and kick my uniform aside with the other as I look at my reflection now. Turtleneck, spanky's and my shiny nude colored nylons. Resuming my posing, I stick out my knee and note the telltale bulge just above it. That's my Spanx and just a couple of inches above that little bulge is where my sexy thighs start to flare. Turning as I focus on my legs, I stop so I can stare at my healthy looking butt. Big and round, some like to call it a ghetto booty, I like to call it bubbly. Each cheek is perfectly shaped to maximize its appeal. Letting my eyes drift up my back, I see my tits sticking out really far and I cannot help but purr. This is one of my favorite poses, but I need to finish undressing. I cannot stare at myself in the mirror all day, can I?

Straightening my knee as I twist back around, I look at the bulge of my vagina stretching the tight fabric of my spankies. Fitting like a glove, it really does stick out as I can clearly see the long line of my thick and juicy lips and the full expanse of my mound. It is the pussy that dreams are made of. That all of the guys want to stuff with their horny cocks as they play with my titties and squeeze my ass. Thinking about that turns me on and that's when I hear Stacy talking to me in my head.

*"You really need to get a cock..."*

I do really need a cock. I need one bad, but where am I going to get it? I know that there is dick all over this campus, but where am I going to get one that will fill me up and make me feel oh so good without requiring me to get naked?

There is a guy, but I don't know if he would be interested in doing that with me.

We have history, but I burned him one too many times.

I still catch him checking me out, but is it enough to lure him into my bed?

There's only one way to find out.

Peeling off my turtleneck and then pushing my cheer panties down, I toss them aside as I look at myself again. Now down to my bright white, Playtex 18 hour bra and nylons, the outline of my Spanx is as clear as day. Everybody knows I wear them, but they don't really know why. They think it's because I don't want to jiggle.

Rolling down my nylons, I watch as my pasty white legs finally appear at the knee. Taking off my shoes, I stand back up and am one step closer to being 100% naked. Mulling over whether I should take off my bra or my shaping bottoms first, I decide that my tits are more important and hook my thumbs into the waistband. Pushing them down, I watch as not only does my skin appear, but something else to. Tapered and shaped foam starts popping out. Rolling them down even more, it expands along the perfect curve of my hips and then tapers again as it goes down my leg. When I am mid way down my thighs, the foam is hanging away from either side of my body, also carrying something else with it.

My ass.

One solid piece on either side, the foam is what gives me the illusion of a curvy bottom half. I don't wear Spanx to keep from jiggling, I wear them so I can stuff them!

Rolling them to my knee, the padding falls to the floor on either side of me and when I glance up, I am now face to face with my narrow hips and skinny thighs, knowing full well that my little and bony butt is sticking out behind me. Not really sticking out because it's practically flat so it's showing. The only thing left of my underwear is my slutty g-string with a crotch panel just big enough to completely contain my big and bulging box. As I pull my feet out from the shaping underwear, I watch that big pussy wiggle slightly when I lift each leg as my long looking lips stop just short of my anus.

Literally strings sewn to the edges of a specially shaped crotch and gusset, I special order these on purpose. As I look at the bulging front panel, even I have to admit that my rather large looking vagina looks a little absurd sticking out from my now reduced figure. It's not very common for people shaped like myself to be so well endowed down there. Hooking my thumbs into the tiny strings, I stretched them out and then push them down and watch as my big box joins them. Seeing my actual pussy, it is quite a dramatic change as I go from being big and mature in my eyes to being small and lacking. Freshly shaved doesn't really help either because honestly I don't grow enough to make those cute little V's or landing strips that other girls talk about or even show their friends.

But even though my pussy may be featureless, small and rather plain, it sure has the capability of being a slip and slide! I mean I never expected my puberty to manifest all into my orgasm!?! I kind of hoped that mother nature would bless me with a more curvy body, maybe give me some boobs and a butt? Nope. In my eyes I feel like I still look like I did when I was 12. I know I don't really look like that, I do have something, but not nearly as much as I really want.

Hence the padding.

Having thought about surgery in the past to correct what I consider flaws, I then saw one too many pictures of botched boob jobs and butt and hip implants that just turned me off on the idea. I may be able to take off my clothes, but I'm going to look as fake as a Barbie doll so what's the point? Maybe someday I will meet somebody who can appreciate me for me and still enjoy my vain attempts at being something I'm not...

That guy that I've been with off and on has the right stuff, but a part of me cannot help but wonder if he would eventually dump me for someone more real. Why play with a faker when there are plenty of examples of the real thing walking around?

I know very well that not everyone is into stuffing quite like I am.

Picking up my panties from the floor, I pull the foam coochie booster out and set it carefully on the bed then pick up my hip and butt padding and place it there too. All that's left is my bra and this part I really don't like.

I hate my tits. Oh God do I hate my tits! I don't think I'd ever be happy unless they naturally grow to the size that is currently bursting from my chest. Sliding my hands over my bulging big bra cups, I give them a squeeze and I can feel the effect between my legs. If anyone would walk in right now and see me in just my bra then everybody would know that I'm cheating, that's why I started adding to my butt and my hips and then my pussy too. Too many girls are skinny with big tits and only a handful are natural.

They also have to take their shirts off and prove it and generally wear little bikini tops just so no one will ever accuse them of stuffing their bra. Their tits are also super saggy most of the time because there's just too much for their little body to handle.

That's kind of always been my excuse to why I keep my bra on when I'm getting hot and heavy with a guy I'm seeing. I just tell him that I am super self-conscious about my saggy boobs. That's when they laugh and give them a big squeeze and look at me like I have three heads. They know my tits don't sag because they feel too firm and the way they move also indicates that they're big and firm. I think they just tell themselves that I say that to cover up the fact that I got a boob job or something. Just because girls get a pair of fake tits doesn't mean they want the whole world to know about it. There are too many that try to pass them off as natural and lie. To many on campus I'm one of those girls. I don't mind because that doesn't stop them from looking anyway. I like it when they look at me and my epic chest.

They can believe whatever they want. Real, fake, it matters not. Just as long as they don't suspect that I stuff.

Like a middle schooler.

Taking a deep breath, I exhale slowly then reach up behind my back one more time. Pinching the clips, I unhook it and then cradle my boobs, pausing. Looking at my beautiful rack, I really hate it when I have to do this, but with a little shrug of my shoulders the thick bra straps slide down my little arms, I then lift them away and bare what mother nature gave me.

Flatness.

You could play tabletop tennis on me or iron your clothes. Even my nipples are so small and insignificant that just a little touch and they disappear. I know why they never developed, my doctor told me when I was 13 years old.

*"Victoria, you'll never be able to breastfeed"*

I remember my jaw dropping. My mom is not especially endowed either and she was able to breastfeed me, so why can't I do the same for my babies someday?

That's when he went on about some rare condition that only affects one in a million or bajillion people... To keep it short, I never developed the proper equipment which is why my nipples never grew. My milk ducts got lost in the mail of time. That's okay because when I get married someday I'll buy breast forms that I can fill up with formula so I can breastfeed my baby just like my mommy did for me. I'll make it work, I just need to find the right guy who will understand. That means I need to find someone that actually likes what I do and what I look like and that's the part I am most in doubt about.

Now naked as the day I was born, I take my bra and panties and Spanx and throw them in my hamper. If I'm going to go out and mingle and try and find myself a guy, I need to be clean and it might be a good idea if I wore fresh underwear too. I don't really think sweat stains on my bra straps are all that attractive, and I can only imagine what a guy would think if he watched me lift my arms and saw that.

Ahhh... The perils of being a horny little bitch. I tend to need to freshen up a lot throughout the day. Reapply my deodorant and refresh my perfume. I may need to get a different scent because now I've heard it from my own two friends, everyone can smell me when I get turned on and that's definitely something I don't want!

Making a mental note that I need to take a little trip to Bath & Body Works sometime this week, I grab my shower stuff and my towel. Before I leave however I need to stuff up so that way when I walk out in just my bathrobe, I look every bit the curvy vixen that I want to be and everyone expects to see. Opening my bra drawer, I look through my collection of conservative and rather blah looking bras and pull out a black one. If I'm going to get laid today then I may as well wear black because that tells guys right away that the girls wants some.

Of course I know that's not true because black is pretty and it works a lot like white. It's a good base standard color, but guys have this infatuation pushed upon them by Hollywood that black means a girl is horny so I may as well play up to that trope.

And I always am so...

Where it gets tricky is my panties. It's going to be hard to get laid tonight if I have to move this big cup out of the way to bare my love hole. I mean, what girl has to literally take off her pussy in order to bare her pussy? Digging through my collection of slutty little panties which I have way too many, I finally find them and dig them out. Holding them up, they unfurl and reveal themselves to be a pair of crotchless ones. That means they have a nice hole right in the gusset so a guy can slide his dick right through them and bury himself inside of me. The only problem is that the pocket in the crotch is not big enough for my regular coochie booster. This is going to be a problem because when I open my legs he is going to expect to see a big and juicy mound and thick lips. Well, the lips are going to stop just a wee bit short but when he sees me spread eagle and on my back playing with my big boobies through my bra, I really don't think he's going to care. Digging back into my drawer, I really have to search and by the time I find it nearly half of my neatly folded g-strings are in a pile on the floor! Pulling out another foam vagina, I hold it up with a smile on my face. Still possessing the same size mound, the only difference is that the length of the lips have been cut very short. When I made these, I had every intention of using them, but then I overthought and with how grabby the boys were, I didn't dare try them out.

Well I'm going to have to now.

Thankfully the last part that I need is something that I wear from time to time.

Crotchless Spanx.

Why do I have those? So I can let the naughty crotch of my little panties hang out. Sometimes it feels a little liberating to let my pussy free, my fake one that is. A little extra wiggle between my legs never hurts and I only do it when I'm wearing jeans. Pulling out a black set, I then set my bra, my sex panties and my control underwear down on the bed. Looking at the largess of the two of them compared to the smaller thong sandwiched between them, I start getting an idea for how I'm going to do my hair. Also for the outfit that I'm going to wear. If I'm going to sell this as sexy and fun then I may need to take a little step back in time. Which means I might have to do a little shopping.

Or, I'll just throw on a really tight pair of jeans, a tight sweater and then go make my move and surprise him.

Either way I'll have something to think about while I take my shower.

First thing first, I need to get dressed.

Walking out of my room in just a robe, a pair of slippers, and my shower stuff in hand, I head down to the communal bathroom with my chin held high. As I walk past the other rooms, I see a some doors open and catch a few girls stealing a peak. Like I said, everybody watches the curvy hottie no matter what she's doing or what she's wearing. Guys and girls alike can't get enough of my stunning body.

Pushing the door to the bathroom open, I am relieved to see that nobody is there even though I'm still going to get in the shower first and then strip. Doing all of that, stripping out of my stuffed underwear, put it in the bag and then hanging it up on the shower head as I get myself all clean and freshly shaven only to have to dry off and put it all back on and then cover up with the robe before I come out takes about an hour. When I finally appear I see a girl washing her hands. Looking at me through the mirror, she snarls a little bit, but then acts all nice when I walk up next to her.

"Hi Vicki..." She says then looks down at my chest only to roll her eyes and go back to applying her makeup.

"Hi, hi..." I say back as I pull out my toothbrush and toothpaste and start brushing my teeth.

Finishing up, she puts the pencil away and then turns to look at me. "I have a question. Why do you go into the shower wearing your robe and then come out wearing a robe? Are you like afraid of what everyone would think if we saw your body?"

My mouth full with my toothbrush, I swivel my eyes and look at her as I continue and only respond after I spit. "No. It has nothing to do with that. It has everything to do with how I feel about myself and I honestly don't feel it's appropriate for girls to be walking around naked in front of each other, okay? That kind of thing should be reserved for the privacy of your room or with your lover, okay?"

"Or maybe it's because you don't want everybody seeing those big fat butt cheeks of yours!" She challenges and then reaches for my robe!

Snapping into flight or fight mode, I instantly slap her hand away, my toothbrush flying, as I reach quickly with my other hand and pull her shirt right up! The moment her tits are exposed, the girl freaks out and backs off grabbing her top and yanking it back down!

"Hey!!! You fucking bitch!" The pixie cut brunette yells and then turns and runs out of the bathroom holding her shirt down!

Exhaling quickly, I calm down and then go and pick up my toothbrush from the floor. Rinsing it out I then hold it up. "Ew." I say making a face as I decide to throw it away instead. Dropping it in the trash as I walk out, I head back to my room so I can get dressed and all dolled up.

Walking across the campus it may be dusk, but it doesn't certainly feel that way. Traversing down the paved sidewalk and paths, every person I pass acknowledges me some way or another. Either a glance or downright gawking, sometimes I get a jealous sneer here and there, but for the most part it is positive. My big titties bouncing firmly up and down under my super tight sweater, I have it matched up with a pair of faded, yet super tight jeans. They're so tight that I literally had to wiggle myself into them and then lay on my bed just so I could button and zip them shut. Wearing a pair of ankle high, heeled leather boots, I announce my approach and my departure by the clacking of my footwear. Everywhere I look as I wiggle my ass and keep my shoulders slightly back, heads are turning and eyes are fixating on my hot and curvy body.

It's obvious no matter how much they see it, they can never get enough.

Not sure where they want to look, their eyes jump up and down as they check out my hips, my butt or my big and delicious boobs.

Eating it up, I feel myself get a little wet as I imagine all of those guys stripping me naked behind those naughty eyes.

Lifting my top to see what kind of bra I may be wearing. Something lacey and sexy I bet that way my big and hardened nipples can be seen sticking out... Then unfastening and opening my extremely tight pants so they can gaze upon the matching panties that I must be wearing underneath. Peeling my pants off like an onion, I can see that they are getting excited at the thought of my fleshy hips and thighs being revealed as the bulge of my panties teases playfully between them, the gusset wet with excitement. Gazing upon my beautiful body as I naturally fill out my sexy bra and stretch out my sexy panties, they imagine me very excitedly removing my bra so I can bear my beautiful giant boobs. I bet they expect them to sag just a little and when I lay down to flatten out perfectly, still maintaining their volume and overall round shape. Then I can see it now, they're sucking on my nipples as they play with my pussy through my panties getting me all hot and bothered to the point where I'm practically begging for it. As the bulge begins to grow in their pants, I know they are imagining sticking their big and hard poles deep in my wanting and wet pussy. Peeling my sexy little panties down, they feast their eyes on my big and sopping wet box, my perfect pussy lips coated in a fine film of sweat and excitement... Oh what naughty boys they are. Stripping me of my clothes the way they do and then imagining us having hot and passionate sex to the early hours of the morning.

Or I could be the naughty one. It doesn't really matter. Maybe I have the power to read a man's thoughts, or I've just overheard them talking about it over and over and over again.

And while all of these guys are hot and sexy, I can see the look in their eyes and its all the same. They want me naked and that's just something I'm not going to do.

But there is one guy I know who will do anything to get between my legs, even let me fuck in a burlap sack.

Tyler

The guy who I've been with off and on with throughout college. Cute but not very popular and that's why we're still not together. Plus he likes to get a little grabby from time to time. I don't know how many times I had to slap his hand away from the clasp of my bra when we were necking on the couch at his house. I know he just wanted to see my mouth watering jugs, every guy does...

Sometimes he would get so into it that he would start caressing himself on my thigh. I didn't even have to take off my jeans because he would literally cum on them. Embarrassed every time, all I had to tell him is that I made a little accident in my panties too and we would return to making out till the early hours of the morning.

He loved squeezing my big boobs in my big bra. When we were dating he would always lift my shirt and start playing with them every time we made out. It didn't matter if we were in public or not. During that time I think more people saw my underwear then any other time in my life. My Playtex bras must be famous by now.

Anyways, I finally approach the building where I know I will find him. A big film nerd this is another reason why him and I really haven't worked out. My friends really didn't accept him and at one point the captain threatened my spot on the squad if I continued to call him my boyfriend in public. I know, life's a bitch. I'm sure he understands. It's not like he can date the hottest girl on campus forever, right?

Maybe after graduation...

Maybe.

Another reason why he's ideal is not only will he be more than eager to fuck me in my special underwear, but he's not especially over endowed. Maybe average in length and kind of thin, I know because I put something inside of myself similar to his size and was pleasantly surprised that it actually felt nice. I also accidentally de-virginated myself all over my sheets.

So I guess Tyler can claim to be the guy who took my flower... Hehehe

Walking through the doors, the halls are dimly lit as I look for the film club. Finding them in a room, I step up to the door and peek inside through the window and see them talking excitedly about some film production that will actually never get made. They may be a club, but they don't get any funding. Basically they are a bunch of nerds that think they can ret-con some of the greatest movies of all time. I sat through many of these meetings chewing gum and playing on my phone while waiting for him to finish talking about some idea for a script or role-playing sword fights. I also had to sit through the awkward stares of a bunch of nerds.

If glasses fogged up like they do in the movies in real life, theirs would have!

Seeing him again, his hair slightly long, skinny and in my opinion pretty hot wearing comfortable clothes that I personally feel he could upgrade, I tap on the glass and smile the moment everybody looks to see where the interruption is coming from.

Jaws dropping, all of those nerds instantly get boners just seeing my face. It's absolutely ridiculous. The fact that I really don't like them looking at me actually makes my pussy dry up and it was so pleasantly plump and wet too.

Fuckers.

But the main reason I am here, Tyler, simply glances and then ignores me. Seeing this I tap the glass again and when he looks I motion for him to come here hurriedly. Watching him sigh, he sets down his paper and then walks towards me with his hands in his pockets, only taking one out to slick back his hair.

Stepping back as he pulls open the door, I hold my hands in front of me like a good girl as I push out my big and succulent tits.

Score: Victoria 1, Tyler O because the moment I do that, his eyes drop.

And linger.

I know he wants them.

I can feel it in the shrug of his shoulders as he tries to look away, but I can see that he's still looking from the corner of his eye.

"What do you want Vicki..." He says trying to sound disinterested.

Still smiling as I shimmy my shoulders and make my big boobies shake side to side playfully, I purse my lips and then make a popping sound from my mouth just before I speak. "I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat with me?"

Score: Victoria 1, Tyler 1.

Maybe that was a little too forward because he looks straight to the wall and slightly down. I can see the frustration on his face as prior pain comes right to the surface. "Really? I wonder what your little cheerleading friends would think about that."

Burn.

Seeing him even turn away just a little bit tells me that if I don't do something fast I'm going to lose him. Maybe I underestimated his feelings just a little bit. "I don't care, Tyler." I say taking a step forward to punctuate my point, still keeping my breasts pushed out.

Clenching my teeth, I hope it is just enough to get him to look.

His eyes turning along with his body, he makes eye contact with me which is good enough. "Alright..." Withdrawing his hands from his pockets, he promptly crosses them over his chest. "Why me and not any of the other 1,000 guys that you slobber over? I remember very well how you always flaunted just a little bit more every time a guy you thought was sexy would look your way."

Shit!

"I know and you have to understand that it's just part of who I am. When guys look at me I want to show off. But you knew that the only one I ever let touch me was you." I say pointedly as I copy his posture and cross my arms under my tits. Squeezing them between my arms, they shift up and pop out. Underneath my already excruciatingly tight sweater, I can feel them pulling slightly away from my chest as my bra buckles a little.

Score: Victoria 3, Tyler 1... I'm pulling away.

This makes him look down at my burgeoning assets and then down to my crotch. Looking at all of me, I can see that he still desires me. My big tits, my shapely hips and my juicy and thick mound.

"But is that because you felt safe? Because you knew that I would always respect you and your wishes even if I wanted more?" He says then looks right back up and locks his gaze firmly onto mine.

Score: Victoria 3, Tyler 4! Mother fucker just scored three points!

Stepping back and lowering my arms, I feel my silicone boobies rest firmly against my chest again. Taking a deep breath, I measure my exhale so I can take full advantage of the epic rise and gradual fall of my abundant charms. "Isn't that what really matters in the end? Feeling safe..." I say, my voice lowering as I step towards him. Seeing him not moving, I slowly reach out and carefully wrap my arms around his waist. Still not moving, I press myself into him, slowly pushing my boobs into his chest. Feeling them squeeze more and more between us, I tighten my hold on him as I tilt my chin to look up. "Feel protected? Knowing that despite what you want, you care enough about my feelings to make sure that I'm okay? You're right I could date another guy and throw everything I have at him, but you know as well as I do that the moment I do that then I lose all respect and I become just a plaything and you know that's not what I want."

Score: Victoria 10, Tyler 4!!! She shoots, she scores!

Feeling him drop his arms and then slide his hands along my waist, I watch him look down. "Victoria..." His hands sliding along my back, I feel them going down. "I get you." He says with a smile then takes a helping handful of my big buns and gives them a greedy squeeze.

Our lips connecting, I eagerly dart my tongue in his mouth and wiggle it wildly, his trying to slow me down but to no avail. Our arms tightening, he pulls me into him as I pull him into me. Feeling my feet lift from the ground, he picks me up by my butt. My jeans tightening, I slide my arms up to around his neck as his hard-on presses firmly into my bulging pussy.

It's only a half a bulge, but he can't tell in the front. And he definitely won't care when I spread my legs for him later.

Setting me down, I look up at him with glowing eyes as he looks down at me the exact same way. Next thing I know he's poking his head back in the door and telling his friends goodbye. Then he pops his head out, takes my hand and then we walk out of the building together.

Walking outside it is now dark and the area is mostly deserted. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because right now all I am seeing is him and all he is seeing is me.

All of me because every time he tries to look at my face, his eyes drop my bouncing big boobs and that is quite all right!

"Are you still driving that piece of crap?" I ask him as we head towards the parking lot.

It's quite a walk by the way.

"Yeah..." He says already reading my mind.

Turning promptly, instead of heading towards the campus parking lot which is about half a mile away, we go back to my dorm where my car is waiting.

Much better than his, at least in my opinion, we climb in with me behind the wheel. Tylerp may know how to drive a stick, but nobody drives my car. My black beauty.

My precious Ford Mustang decked out in black with all of the cool little accessories that make most boys cream their jeans.

Rims, wings and scoops, I even have a nice little exhaust system and a tuner to make it go vroom vroom! It sounds just as sexy as it does blurring down the road. Tyler may like my car, but he doesn't really like how I drive. Whereas he drives nice and slow, following the speed limit and obeying the traffic signs, I tend to rip rubber and only look like a nice driver when I see a cop.

Pulling up to my favorite restaurant, Olive Garden 2 minutes faster than he would have, and having a lot more fun, we get out and his head is spinning.

"I love your car, but I really don't like how you drive. Do you really have to zip around every corner and punch the gas every chance you get?" He asks as he takes my hand and walks me to the door.

"Uh huh!" I say excitedly, smiling from ear to ear as my boobies bounce just a little bit more than usual. I'm practically skipping!

And dripping...

Rawr...

Like a gentleman he holds the door open for me and I can't blame him. Why should he walk in first? I'm by far the better looking of the two of us and it pays off because I get plenty of looks from nearly everyone in the restaurant.

And the entire time we eat.

And the entire time we're leaving to go back to his place where I plan on making his wildest dreams come true.

With limitations.

Of course.

Pulling into his driveway, his house is dark and well it should be, it's nearly 10:00 pm. Going through the front doors as quietly as we can, I step into the living room, a room I remember fondly. There against the wall is the couch that him and I used to make out on almost every night. I wonder if I can still see the imprint of my butt? At one time it was the unofficial marker for my seat and no one dared to sit on it.

When I see him reaching for the switch, obviously thinking that we're going to go back to there again, I reach out and gently touch his wrist then push his hand away. "Your room." I say giving him bedroom eyes.

Smirking at me, I don't know if he's humored by my audacity or by my pathetic attempt at trying to look sexy, I don't know and I don't care! He's taking my hand and literally dragging me up the stairs! Once we are in his room and the door shuts, I don't care how it's decorated. He could still have a toy box in there because all I wanted was his dick deep inside of me! Wasting zero time, I immediately rip off his shirt and open his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers then dropping to my knees and taking his hardness in my mouth. Aggressively sucking his cock, I look up as he looks down at me completely confused. To show him my intentions, I grab the bottom of my sweater and pull it up, releasing his dick from the vice of my mouth only long enough to peel my sweater off and bare for him my big black bra. Going right back to sucking on him, I finish with a pop and then aggressively stroke out an orgasm which makes his knees shake and his lungs empty loudly.

"Oh fuuuuck..."

"Do you have anymore?" I ask as I release the button of my jeans and they fly right open revealing the black satin panel of my Spanx. Grabbing them, I wiggle my hips as I have to inch them down, because they are so tight.

Standing there and watching, Tyler's jaw is completely hung open and eyes open wide. I don't think he knows what to do right now. We've never gone this far before so I know I have to take the lead.

Not realizing just how aggressive I am, the moment I get my jeans down I step out of them and my boots and then as he wants to wrap his arms around me and make out, I'm pushing him to the bed. Climbing on top of him, I grab his cock, pump it up and then position it where I promptly sit down and let out a guttural scream! "OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOODDDDDD!"

"SHHHHHH!" He hushes me and then covers my mouth with his hand.

Nodding in understanding, I start rocking up and down as he thrusts matching my rhythm. Trying my hardest to keep it under control, my horny pussy, my unused horny pussy takes right over and seemingly develops a mind all of its own! My pace quickening, my hips start flying as I bounce up and down like a pogo stick! My big tits literally jumping as I fuck that 5 inch pole like it's going to be the last time, my pussy quickly fills with my juices and soon it is farting loudly every time I slam down!

Totally thrilled, I open my eyes and see him looking at me with a big smile on his face. His pupils bouncing as I go up and down, he is watching my giant tits rock hard on my chest, constrained only by the limitations imposed upon them by my bra! Looking down a little more, he watches my big and bulging box covered up by my panties literally swallow his cock with ease. His dick must be so coated in my juices that I don't even know if he can feel me anymore! I know I can feel him!! And that's all that matters right now... I'm getting my just deserts, something I have been pining for and yet afraid of my entire life.

I'm getting sex.

And just as I start to orgasm, my pussy clenches and that's when I feel myself being thrown off! Landing right on my big padded tush, I look up in complete surprise as Tyler blows his load!

"Ooooooooh...." He groans as his seed splatters all over himself while my pussy runs like a river, staining my panties and his carpet. When he finally looks at me, his smile instantly turns upside down as he realizes that maybe he got off a little too early. "Oh fuck! I'm sorry?"

Smiling as I stand up, I walk up to him and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. "It's okay... It just means you need a little bit more practice and I'm sure that you will do just fine. But it is late and your parents have a rule about girls staying over so I gotta go."

Watching him resign to that fact, the pitfall that is still living with his parents, I turn my attention to my clothes where I squeeze my self back into them. Hurrying out of the house, I race back to my dorm and go right up to my room. Slamming the door, I rip off my jeans and finish fucking myself in my bed. It was 2:00 a.m. by the time I was done and the battery had died long before that.

Waking up the following morning still wearing my outfit from last night, my jeans a tangled mess around my ankles, I sit up and stretch my arms high into the air! The moment I do I not only feel my big boobs rise and slide along my meager chest, but I also feel what Stacy is always talking about.

Back pain.

Reaching back, I rub it as I look at my wide open and still Spanx covered thighs, shocked by the size of the stain on my blanket. Moving my feet to the floor, my left shoe lands on something round. Turning my ankle I find my 4 inch vibrator and bend over to pick it up. Looking at it, it is covered with my dried up cum. Flicking the switch, it hums to life but then slowly dies, the hum getting slower and lower until it groans through its final vibe. Setting it down, I stand up and stretch, twisting and turning as I glance over at myself in the mirror happy with what I see.

Even though I don't mean to, it's always a treat when I wake up and see myself so pleasantly stacked and developed!

Usually I wake up wearing a pair of petite size panties that I have to buy in a bag. It also looks kind of corny with flowers and stars and the occasional teddy bears printed on them. As I look myself up and down, turning playfully while standing in front of my bed and only looking like I'm stretching now, I look at my big swinging tits. Grinning, I continue my adventure and look down at my narrow waist and finally to the big bulge of my pussy sticking out between my partially exposed thighs. My big butt filling out the back of my control bottoms, I feel so much like a woman this morning that I decide to treat myself to a little finger action before I have to get ready for class. Peeling off my jeans I then take off my sweater and wearing all of my artifice, I stand in front of the mirror and diddle my little hoo ha as I talk to myself in the mirror.

"Such a big and sexy girl..."

"Oh look at how developed you are! Your mother must be proud..."

"Watch out when you turn, you might bump your butt into something and break it!"

"Wow, if you arch your back anymore you just might poke someone's eyes out!"

Feeling my lips swell as my insides tighten, my love channel fills with cream as I swirl my finger round and round... Pulling it out, I search for my little clit and once I find that magic button, I start twirling it in super fast circles! In no time my body is twitching, gyrating and twerking as I gulp for air making my chest heave! Slamming my knees together as I **** my vagina, I **** myself to look at my big boobies squishing into each other as my bra struggles to keep them contained, my artificially enhanced thighs looking extra sexy as I start to cream.

Crouching right down as I orgasm, I feel it shoot out and splatter on the carpet between my heels and when I am done I am finally spent.

My thighs, Spanx and panties thoroughly soaking wet, I reluctantly peel them down and watch as my curvy bottom half instantly disappears as padding falls to the carpet. Having to face my thin and featureless body again, I take a deep breath and exhale with sorrow as I take off my bra and bare my naked chest to myself.

That flat chest again.

I hate it, hate it, HATE IT!!!

"Wow Vicki, you sure don't LOOK like an adult." I say softly to my reflection as I turn around and pick up all of my clothes and deposit them in the hamper.

Looking at it, it is nearly full which means laundry night. I do it late so I don't get caught.

I have to.

I need to.

My head finally clearing as I shower and get ready to start my day, I eventually come out of my room all dressed, hair and makeup done to perfection and my teeth shining white with my eyes sparkling a brilliant green hue. Happy with what I see, I tug my book bag to my shoulder and head to class. Preferring to use the stairs, it's just an excuse so I can feel my body jiggle and shake and by the time I reach the bottom, I'm tingling again. I like tingling. It feels so good to be slightly turned on all day long.

It's a thrill and I think it adds just a little extra to my step as well as makes me a little bit nicer to everybody.

Walking down the path, I come to a fork and instead of taking a right which will take me through the commons, which is an open area much like a park, I go left and take the shorter way to English literature.

Talk about a drag. I hate English class and thank God this is the last year I'll have to take it because once I complete this, I'll have all the credits needed. The first three years I knew were going to be hard because I chose to do all of my requirements as early as possible so I could make my final year a breeze. It's also how I got through High School. Anyways, as I walk the nearly empty sidewalk, I see the old University building up ahead, the building originally built when it first opened. Old and majestic, it's looking dated, but it's still vital to the identity of the campus. It's also always used for nearly every advertisement.

So lost in my thoughts as I walk, I am rudely snapped out of it by a very aggressive tug on my book bag! Spinning right around on my heels, I am face to face with Shawna.

Tyler's little sister.

19 years old and a pixie, she has a big mouth and nothing more. Dressed like a punk rocker, baggy pants included, she pushes her her hair only for it to fall back.

That's what you get for having a pixie cut in the first place!

"So you think you can dig your meat hooks back into my brother again, huh?" She says threateningly as she takes a step towards me and shoves my shoulder!

Stumbling back on my heels, I drop my bag so I can regain my balance. "Jesus Christ! Why the fuck do you care? Don't you have somewhere else you'd rather be?" I ask sounding every bit annoyed as the words that tumble out of my mouth imply as I start bending over to pick up my bag.

*Kick!*

*Stumble stumble crash!*

Feeling her shoe slam right into my big bent over butt, I find myself in a losing battle to stay on my feet as I go crashing to the ground! Able to get my hands out in front of me just in time, my tits stop inches away from squishing themselves right into the pavement and possibly exploding!

As I pick myself up, Shawna cackles. "Still wearing your Spanx, slut? Because if you aren't you better you fucking fat ass bitch!"

Rising up as I wipe the dirt from my hands, I turn around and stand my ground. Pressing my left hand into my narrow waist, I point right at the little girl who is right now 3 inches shorter than me and look at her pointedly and firmly. "Listen hunny, you really don't want to mess with me. Not only am I older than you, but I'm bigger than you too. What goes on between me and your brother is our business and not yours!"

Standing there with her arms crossed, Shawna mocks me with the look on her face. "Really Vicki!? Really. You're not the one who has to hear him cry at night every time you decide to dump him at the whims of your little bitch lesbo rah rah squad. Yeah, don't think I know all about that? Claire's the biggest dyke on the team! All she does is stare at you and any other pussy that walks. The point is though, Miss Pretty, is that he is my business because he is my brother!"

Stepping forward, I open my mouth to speak, tell her that I don't care about that anymore, when I feel a hard slap cross my face! Resonating loudly it, it echoes forever...

*SLAP!*

My head spinning, my hand flies to my cheek where I try to rub away the stinging sensation! Looking at her wide-eyed and in shock at having being hit, I see her looking at the palm of her hand. For a moment she looks confused and then she bursts out laughing!

"HAHAHAHAHA! Talk about to much makeup cake face!?" She bellows and then shows me her hand that is covered with layers of my carefully applied makeup!

My eyes opening wide, I move my hand and then touch my cheek lightly. Feeling the zits that I have been hiding for years, I look at her with anger rising. Letting loose a blood curdling scream, I charge the little bitch, my arms extending like claws, intent on grabbing her and throwing her to the ground!

Charging, I lunge and as I squeeze my hands, I find nothing but air as she sidesteps me, leaving her foot right in my path. The toe of my shoe connecting, I stumble and crash to the ground where I land hard on my tits! Bouncing up just before my face finds pavement, I roll over to my ass and instantly wrap my arms over my boobies!

"God, this is way too easy..." Shawna giggles as she walks up and then stops only to look down at me amused. "Do your big boobies hurt?" She asks condescendingly, her voice mimicking that of a mother talking to her child and slick with sarcasm.

"What do you think you're fucking cunt!?!" I shout rudely back as I stand up yet again and look down as I fix my turtleneck top. Tugging down on the skin tight material, I inflate my chest and feel my ego swelling as I stare at my mountainous orbs.

"OoOOooOo, is Vicki hulking up? Does staring at those big saggy boobies make you feel all strong and powerful?" She teases some more.

"You know what, I think you've had enough." I reply cockily as I rear my hand back to deliver a punishing slap!

Only it was a trick!

Intent on beating me to it, her hand flies towards the other side of my face when I catch her wrist and give it a twist! Turning her arm right around, I drop the little bitch to her knees and then bend down and whisper in her ear as she struggles, crying out in pain!

"OOOOOOWWWW! LEMME GO! YOU'RE GONNA BREAK MY ARM!" Shawna screams makes me twist a little bit more.

Hearing her muscles train and feeling it in my hand, I place my other hand on her shoulder and then slowly slide it down her front. "I told you that you didn't want to mess with me, bitch. Now you're going to get what you deserve for thinking that you could mess with me." I say calmly and self-assured as I find the bottom of her t-shirt, the one with a picture of Jack Skeleton on it, and slowly lift it up. Inching higher and higher, I expose Shawna's stomach, covered in a layer of baby fat still. "OoOOooOo... Is that baby fat?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I stop to give it a little pinch.

"OOOOWWWWIIIEEE!" She yelps! Tears squirting from her eyes as her cheeks redden. "Please... Don't do this to me! I was only looking out for my brother! OW!"

"Looking out for him, or trying to get at me? If you really cared about him you would have let me talk, but instead you decided to come at me and this is what you get." I say as I resume lifting her shirt, my finger hooking under her bra. Pulling it up, I feel it slide over her little tits and watch as two little B cup boobies pop out. Momentarily I'm frozen as they stand up from her chest, perky and perfectly round. The breeze stiffening her nipples, I look at this younger girl's chest with seething jealousy.

Why does she have to have boobs and not me?

It's so not fair!

*CRACK!*

Next thing I know I feel the back of her head slam right into my nose! Stumbling back as I let her go, I cover it up as I cry out in pain at the throbbing sensation that spreads all over my face! Feeling like it is bleeding, I open my hands and I see them covered in blood. My nose throbbing as I sit on my heels, my knees pressing into the pavement, I watch through tear streaked eyes as Shawna rises up, wrings out her arm and then rubs her shoulder stalking up to me. Grabbing me by the neck of my turtleneck, she pulls me to my feet as I feel the bottom of my shirt lift up exposing my tummy and my lower back to the nearly freezing air. Unable to respond as I stand there wavering, all I see is her lean her head back and then thrust it forward, clocking me with a headbutt!

Hitting me square in the forehead, I stagger back now rubbing my head as she comes in for more. Next thing I know I feel an immense pressure slam right into my chest! Putting everything she has into that punch right into my big right boob, I fall to the ground landing right on my butt! In a daze, I just sit there with my head spinning as the head butt has thoroughly confused me. Blood dripping from my nose, down my cheeks and staining my cream colored turtleneck, I feel it running down my face and hear it splattering on my shirt ever so slightly. Next thing I know I feel my head being tilted as Shawna lifts it up. Through blurry eyes I see her staring at me and I see her hand reaching. Next thing I hear is a snap and she holds up my little gold cross and dangles it in front of my eyes.

"Do you really think God is going to save you now?" She asks seemingly ignorant to the fact that I'm not rubbing my tit. Looking down at my heaving chest, I watch her watch my big tits rise and fall as I struggle to breathe. "Uh oh... Looks like there's a little stain on your shirt and I remember very well how you feel about your clothes being dirty Victoria..." She says then crouches down and grabs either side of my tight top. Untucking it from my jeans, she pulls it up and over my big tits, my arms flying lazily into the air as she pulls it all the way off! Tossing it aside, she looks at my Playtex 18-hour bra, again watching has my flesh mountains rise and fall with every labored breath I take. "Heh... Somebody's got some rolls..." She giggles and then points at my little tummy that is not washboard like.

I may be skinny and I may be a cheerleader, but none of us are expected to be bodybuilders. We just need to look good and have the right shape, that's all.

"That's probably why you wear that big goofy bra right? Because you don't want anyone seeing just how jiggly those big ass tits are? You like it when all the boys think you have these firm and youthful and gravity defying chest..." She says and slowly reaches for my busty bra that is filled to the brim! "My brother seemed pretty happy this morning. Did you finally fuck him? Did you fuck him naked or did you keep your bra on?" Shawna teases.

But just as her finger grazes the bridge of my bra, where it connects the bulbous cups in the center, I instinctively scoot back. "No..." I say groggily as I turn over on my hands and knees and try to stand up.

Just as I slide my foot to the ground, I feel my jeans being yanked on from the back!

"Where do you think you're going slut? I'm not done with you!" Shawna yells as she pulls me back by my pants!

Feeling them dig into me, I let out a whimper as I skip back, my heavy tits swinging.

Again, they would swing a lot more if I wasn't wearing such a sturdy bra.

Spinning back around to my butt, I surprise her with a boot to her crotch!

Her cheeks blowing out as her face instantly reddens, Shawna cups herself and then drops to her knees. As she gasps for breath, I take a minute to gather my own and get back to my feet, grabbing my boobs and adjusting my bra.

"Fat... Cunt...!" She gasps between breaths, reaching out for my pants despite the pain. Hooking her fingers into the front, she pulls which blows the button and sends it flying!

Pinging off a tree and landing somewhere in the grass, my eyes open wide as I feel my zipper rush right down! Without my button to hold my pants closed, the extra pressure I put on them because of all of my padding, is finally able to release and before I know it the front panel of my bright white Spanx are showing!

Even though I know I shouldn't be bothered because more than enough people have seen me in my underwear, I still freak out and as I momentarily freeze, it's just enough time for the pixie bitch to recover and dig her fingers into the denim. Giving them a powerful pull, I am shocked when they slide right down exposing my girdled hips and butt!

I had to fucking wiggle and bounce and shimmy the motherfuckers up and she rips them down like they are made of paper!?

"Fat..." Shawna says then looks down between my legs where my big fat pussy is sticking out proudly. "Definitely fat."

That's when I get a taste of my own medicine and I watch that boot fly and crunch right into my puffy pussy goodness.

No amount of padding could have protected me from that kick and I crumple to the ground cupping myself, bawling like a big baby! "OOOOOOWWWWWWWIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!! WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" My pussy throbbing, I look up through thick and watery tears as Shawna crouches down and picks something up from the ground. Holding it up, even in my excruciating pain I can see that she is holding the top half of my veneers.

Still whimpering and crying, I watch as she drops them to the ground and then stomps on them, grinding her toe into the pavement as if she is stubbing out a cigarette. "Say buh bye to your pearly white smile, Victoria."

*CRUNCH!*

When she moves her boot I see the shattered and dusted remains of my plastic smile. Literally no time to mourn, I feel her hands hook into the back of my Spanx and my bra and then lift me to my feet through **** of will alone. Still cupping myself as she tilts my chin to tee me up, a sharp pain emanates from my crotch forcing me to squeeze my arms together as I buckle!

"No, no, no... You aren't going down that easy." She says as she finally grabs the bridge of my bra and rears back ready to let go a knock out punch!

Grimacing as I turn my face and brace for the worst, for some reason I don't feel anything coming. Opening one eye, I peek and I see her looking down. Opening my other eye, the pain doesn't resonate so much anymore as one of my biggest fears takes over. Looking down too, I am staring right at the silicone wonders that are my big fake tits!

So large that even with the slight pull of my already compromised bra, only gives a glimpse of the sheer enormity of how big I stuff. Our eyes rising at the same time, we peer into each other's. Mine are wide with fright and hers are sparkling with revelation.

"Now it makes sense why I was able to lift you so easily teacup... And now I know exactly why you wear such big underwear..." Shawna says as she lets my bra go and pushes me back at the same time. Staggering, I wrap my arms around my big tits and hug them with everything I have, afraid that she will try to strip me of my bra and of the ultimate expression of my womanhood!

If she had been thinking about doing just that, my reaction has given her pause from whatever it was that she was planning to do.

Walking up to me, she slips her hand into the waistband of my Spanx and pulls them open in the front. Peeking down, I know she is staring right at my big and juicy pussy, but I also know that she can see something else.

The masterfully shaped and trimmed foam that gives me my shapely hips and thighs!

Not saying a word and only nodding, she walks around behind me and does the same to the back. Getting an eyeful of my foamy filled up rear end, she lets them go with a snap!

Staggering forward, I bend and twist to keep from falling as the fallen jeans tying up my ankles don't really allow me much room to move my feet. When I stop I am turned right around and with my knees knocking and still clutching my busty secrets, I watch as she walks up to me and stops inches from touching my nose with hers. "Listen you stupid cunt. Now that I know that you're a big fat fucking cheater, I no longer really want to kick your ass because I think you do that enough on your own, you pathetic little shit. Now I want you to listen and listen good." She says then steps back.

Standing there helplessly having lost the will to fight, I feel her fingers dig into my shoulders as she grabs hold of my bra straps and yanks them down! Yelping as half of my giant breast forms pop right out right above my arms, I instantly start looking around frantically hoping nobody suddenly appears or has been watching at all! It's all she needs as the next thing I know my Spanx are being rolled down all the way until my g-string covered wonder crotch is sticking out along with a significant amount of my hip and butt padding! Now even more worried about getting discovered, I am suddenly slapped in the face!

Again...

*SLAP!*

"Don't worry, you were running late anyway and there's about 5 minutes left before everyone starts pouring out of all of these buildings. You better hope that nobody's been watching through the windows." Shawna says as she pulls her phone out from her back pocket and holds it up. Taking a picture, she then crouches and pulls down on the front of my padded out panties. The strings stretching very easily, she takes a picture of my little pussy then gently places the foam shaped cup back over my quivering privates. Standing back up and stepping back, she looks me up and down with a smug smirk. "If you don't want these pictures getting out, stay away from my brother, okay?" She says smugly then comes back and pulls up my bra straps, covering up my big fake tits. "There you go, your *big* boobies are all covered up again. You might want to hurry though, there's only 3 minutes left and you still have to put your pants on.

Swallowing hard as I instantly grab my Spanx and start rolling them back up, I watch her pivot and walk away, whistling a tune to herself.

I barely have my pants back up when the doors open and people start coming out. Stopping the moment they see me topless, cheeks red and my makeup a mess, most of them just stop and stare.

At my legendary tits.

The only person who comes to help is someone I have never seen before, and probably someone under normal circumstances I would never give a second thought to consider. Picking up my shirt from the ground, he hands it to me where I take it and drape it over my bra covered breasts.

"Thank you..." I say with a shaky voice as I turn my face so he can't see my makeup free cheek.

Then I run. One hand holding up my pants and the other my top to my bobbling big bra, I race back to my dorm where I stay locked in there for the rest of the day. When my phone buzzes and it is Tyler, I break down in tears as I am too afraid to answer it and tell him what his sister has done.

My secrets are way too important, more important than a guy.

Especially a guy who is in love with the fictitious image of me because I am too scared to show him what is hiding behind the veneer that is also me.