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Everyone was dressed casually, the only one standing out was you. You couldn't stand it. Everyone was staring at you. Or rather your breasts. The other women pointed at you, whispered in secret, only to stop and look away if they saw that you looked back at them.

"This was such a bad idea!" You quietly said to Michael.

But before your boyfriend had a chance to reply, you got interrupted by Richard. "Do you want me to mix you a cocktail? I can get you a Cuba Libre right away, or mix something else. Whatever you like."

"Yes, please!" you answered immediately, deciding that **** was exactly what you needed right then! "And put some extra rum in it!"

"Okay, be right back."

"I'm so glad you could like make it, Gianna, i thought already you wouldn't come," Amy chimed in.

"Sorry, it was just this dress... Michael picked it and made me wear it. Against my will if i might add..." If looks could kill, the one you gave your boyfriend at that moment would count for it.

"But why?" Amy was super cheerful and had a big smile on her face. It looked like due to your late arrival, you and your boyfriend were the only ones on this party who were not drunk already. "The dress looks like awesome! So incredibly sexy! I still can't believe it. I knew that you had big tits, but i didn't know they were huge like that! They are like so beautiful! So why do you always hide them?"

"I..."

But before you had to find an awkward answer to that question, Michael chimed in: "We probably shouldn't talk about it, Gianna is really conscious about her body. It took me hours to convince her just to wear this dress."

"I don't understand..." Amy obviously didn't want to let the topic slide, but was interrupted by the return of her boyfriend.

Richard had his hands full of glasses. Cocktails for all of you. "Here you go. First the Ladies! And Michael." he said, as he handed out the drinks.

"Thanks!"

"A toast!" Michael raised his glass and you followed suit. "Amy, Richard, to your new flat!"

"Yes, to your new flat. It looks really good!"

But before you could take a sip of your drink, Richard added another one: "Something else looks really good as well! To Gianna's giant tits!"

"Michael!" This time Amy's elbow caused her boyfriend to spill his drink. "Hey, watch it!"

Your face visibly turned red again, because this was all very unpleasant to you. All this attention to your body, that you had tried to hide all your life, because of all the ridicule you had to endure for it in the past.

When you tasted your cocktail, you could clearly taste the rum in it. Probably more than double the usual amount.

You worked hard to catch up to the **** level of everyone else at the party, and kept the cocktails coming. Still, despite the quick loss of inhibitions, you stayed really uncomfortable about your dress. The one that basically hid nothing of your body, and instead revealed almost everything.

You didn't know how much time had passed, and you neither managed to keep track of how many cocktails you have had already, but the **** had clearly already taken it's toll on you. When Amy brought you another glass, and you attempted to take a step forward to take it, you tripped and almost fell.

"Gianna, you really shouldn't drink that much..." Michael looked at you reproachfully.

However, instead of achieving to make you slow down, the only thing he achieved by patronizing you was to make you really mad!

"What! How dare you belittle me! I'm a big girl... and i can drink as much as i like!" you answered, clearly upset.

"Of course! I'm just saying, you shouldn't overdo it!" Michael noticed your mood swing and tried to calm you down. But he didn't succeed.

"Look, Michael! You made me come here, wearing this skimpy dress, to put my pounds on full display, just to satisfy your urges! But it's me who has to deal with all the stares. Everyone stares at me! Everyone whispers behind my back. They are probably calling me names as well. Gianna the cow, with her huge udders! So yeah, i'll just have another drink! If you got a problem with that, then that's a problem that YOU have to deal with!"

Amy, equally as drunk as you, tried to chime in and to diffuse the situation: "Hey guys. Like look, it's a paaaartey! Let's drink some more and have fun!"

"Yes, Michael, what Amy says! It's a party, so let's drink!"

And it appeared that Michael had **** but to give up in defeat. "Fine! Let's get totally smashed!"

However, he didn't let the other topic slide: "And by the way, Gianna, what you said is simply not true. Nobody is calling you names. The other women are simply envious and wish that they had big breasts like you. And the men simply can't keep their eyes of you."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better!"

"On this one i have to agree with Michael," Amy added in her cheerful way. "You are like simply beautiful, Gianna. You are the most sexy woman on this party!"

Was it true? Your boyfriend had been telling you for weeks. He had insisted that you were gorgeous, beautiful, and sexy. That you had curves in all the right places. That you just needed to gain some confidence to show them off. You hadn't truly believed him. But now in your drunken state, in hearing it from Amy, you somehow started to believe that it really might be true.

"Do you really mean it?"

"Huh? Mean what?"

"That i'm sexy and beautiful? I always thought that i'm too tall. Too fat. And that my breasts were too big..."

"Wait, what?!? Why would you think that? Who told you that? Who ever told you such nonsense was a mean, jealous bitch! I'm like so mad right now! Let me tell you something! You are like a totally gorgeous bombshell! And your breasts are like super duper sexy! If i had puppies like that, i'd take them for a stroll as often as i could. I mean i know that mine are not exactly small either, but still yours are just so much bigger and more sexy. I'm so jealous!"

You were so happy that you put your arms around Amy's neck and hugged her. "Wow, thank you. You're really sweet!"

"I know!" Amy grinned, delighted that your mood seemed to lighten up.

And she hugged you back. And thanks to the difference in height, and as you pressed your chest into hers, your breasts rested on top of Amy's. And for the first time in your life you were really aware of the size of your breasts.

Looking down, it finally seemed to hit you. It wasn't that Amy's tits were small at all. It was just that yours were simply so much bigger. The unending valley of your cleavage was really a sight to behold. "Well, i guess i really do have a pair of knockout tits! Thank you!"