You remove your shirts.

You look around at your transformed companions. Rihanna looks terrified and on the verge of tears. Julia looks angry, muttering too quietly for you to make out any words. Tamara is nervous, but moves closer to Toni and seems to look to the confident wisecracking ex hitman for guidence. Toni herself simply laughs and pulls her filthy orange shirt up and over her head.

"Ahhh, much better." Toni sighs. "My poor girls were stifling under that wet trash sack."

You knew Toni was the most well endowed of your party, but this is the first time that any of you have had the opportunity or desire to remove any clothing for closer examination. Toni's breasts are the size and firmness of a pair of soccer balls, if you'd seen such a rack on a natural woman you would have been certain that they were faked through surgical enhancement. Her areolea and nipples are a dark brown, the nipples large and erect due to either the cold wet shirt or arousal. Being Toni you would guess a combination of the two causes. The bikers seem suitably impressed, several crudely commenting on the size.

You sigh resignedly and finally relinquish you pump action shotgun, propping it against the couch on which the bikers leader is seated. Pulling your shirt off you at last get a look at the breasts you have been uncomfortably aware of as the bounced and jiggled during your trek through the woods. Though not near as large as Toni's they are by no means small and are nicly rounded with little sag to them. Your nipples are thick and slightly erect, in your case certainly due to the chafing of the shirt. They coral pink colouring of the nipples is pleasing in contrast to your pale skin. The reaction to their unveiling is less than Toni received, which makes you oddly jealous of the overendowed Italian.

Tamara follows Toni's lead, with whom she seems to be forming some kind of bond. The nervous kid probably hoping Toni's brash confidence will rub off on her. Tamara's breasts are small, barely a handful but pert and freckled with very elongated nipples that are a reddish brown. Tamara looks around at the bikers after baring her breasts with a strangely hopeful expression as if seeking approval. If so she is not disappointed, the length of her nipples admired and appreciated by the male audience.

Julia mumbles something that mostly contains variations of the word fuck and pulls off her shirt as well. Balling her shirt she throws it at the nearest biker and stands with her hands by her sides with fists clenched.

"Take a good look then motherfuckers." Julia angrily invites the hells angels.

The men do just that, amused by the anger displayed and goad Julia further with loud and raucous comments on how fine that judge her rack to be. They are quite impressive, only slightly smaller than Toni's and bigger than your own. Her nipples are coal black and as with the rest of you they are visibly hardened.

Rihanna is the last to remove her shirt and does so with face lowered and eyes screwed shut as if not seeing her own breasts will deny their existance. There are several muffled sobs as her shirt comes off and her arms immediately cover her bared breasts. She clutches her chest protectively with her shirt still gripped tight in her tiny hands.