What is the next step after lots of booze? Boobs!

"What?" Michael was taken aback. "I have been telling you this over and over, that you are hot and sexy, and you didn't think it's true. But if Amy says so, you suddenly believe it?"

"Well, ya! I'm truthful like that, why shouldn't Gianna believe me? Besides, i have sexy tits myself, so i'm obviously and expert for this stuff!" Amy announced this proudly, and at the same time she arched her back and pushed her chest forward.

"Yeah, Amy has sexy tits! " you said, as you pressed your chest into hers once more, enjoying both look and feel of your in direct comparison much bigger breasts completely overshadowing her normal sized ones, before you giggled and continued: "Perhaps a bit on the small side, but sexy little tits! That makes her an expert, it all makes perfect sense!"

"Hey, they are not small or little," Amy immediately retorted defensively. "They are like totally big and sexy! Just not as big and sexy as yours!"

"Well, it hurts to admit it, Amy..." Richard, Amy's boyfriend chimed in, "... but yours ARE actually pretty small compared to Gianna's."

"Oh, no, Richard... you didn't just tell me that i have small tit's???" Amy was furious. "You're like so NOT gonna get laid tonight!"

"I'm sorry, but compared to hers... it's simply a matter of fact..." One look from Amy, and Richard was almost immediately sorry that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

But instead of retorting again, Amy reacted in a totally unexpected way: "Like no way!!! Here let me show you!"

And just like that, Amy reached over towards the top of your dress.

"Hey, what are you doing?" you asked confused. You were too drunk to realize what exactly she was doing. And when you did, it was far too late to stop her. Thanks to your **** level, you would have been too slow to react anyways. You only managed to plead very silently, almost inaudible: "No, Amy, don't!"

But before you knew it, Amy had fumbled with the straps of your dress, and it only took her a few seconds to push the fabric ot the side, and to set your breasts free! She bared them for every guest at the party to see!

"Oh fuck, they are really freakishly huge!" Amy exclaimed clearly astonished, only to immediately continue her **** on you. On you and your dignity. You still couldn't believe and accept what just had happened. And worse, what was still happening.

Amy took one of your breasts in both of her hands, as if weighing them: "Wow, they are really heavy too!"

You didn't understand why, but she proceeded to touch, fondle and squeeze them. And despite this bizarre situation that you were in, Amy's handling and groping of your breasts drew involuntary moans of pleasure from your lips.

It was like a bad dream, or rather your worst nightmare. To have the root cause of your shame - your big breasts, that you were so often ridiculed for when growing up - totally exposed to so many people, and to seemingly be aroused by it at the same time. Any Amy just wouldn't stop! It looked like she was in trance, in a tunnel. Like she was in her own imaginary world. A world entirely filled with the vision of your incredible chest. Mesmerized by their feeling, softness, fullness and size, as she continued her **** on your large knockers. Her treatment caused your nipples to stand erect, and drew further lewd moans from your mouth.

Only slowly you managed to look up, and with your face red and full of shame, you dared to look at the reaction of your audience:

Many women pointed fingers, giggled or laughed.

Most men howled or even cheered Amy on.

Richard, Amy's boyfriend had a drunken smile on his face, seemingly entirely focused on your exposed melons.

And last, Michael, your boyfriend: He just stood there, equally as frozen and dumbfounded as yourself, with his mouth wide open and a horrified expression. Only your pleading look towards him managed to call him into action.

"Hey, Amy, that's enough! Leave Gianna alone!"

He stumbled forwards, and grabbed for Amy's wrists, to stop her from touching the abundant flesh of your bust. But as her hands were drawn away from your tremendous mounds, you just stood there in shock.

Stunned and unable to comprehend what just happened and why, at least Amy was herself again, offering no more resistance to Michael. As if awoken from a spell, as soon as her fingers were out of contact with your bewitching bosom: "Oh my god! I'm like so sorry! I don't know why i did that..."

Many guests were still laughing however, as you just stood there with your exposed chest, reddened and humiliated face, and too dumbfounded to do something about it.

"C'mon guys, stop it! It's not funny!" Michael was already about to help you put the dress back on, to give you back at least some decency and dignity. But it was far too late. The damage had already been done.

Michael and you left the immediately thereafter and without delay. Not only a day later, Amy tried her best to apologize, claiming that it was all the ****. The she meant no harm. But you didn't want to hear it. Every time you heard her voice on the mailbox, it just reminded you of the incredible humiliation you had to endure.

If nothing else, this whole situation had reminded you how bad an idea it was to show anything of your body.

The only thing worse than the memory of your humiliation were two other memories, that were so closely intertwined with it:
First, you actually have enjoyed the attention that all the guys at the party had given you all evening : Longing looks, undressing you with their eyes, wishing that it would be them that had a busty girlfriend like you.
And second, you can't get the image of Amy out of your head: How she had fondled and squeezed your breasts. Her jaw open with amazement and admiration, the only thing on her mind to feel and experience your formidable bust.