Mocked by the girls

Lauren stepped forward, thighs pressed as tightly together as possible. She walked in tiny bare foot steps, shuffling forward awkwardly. If she kept everything slammed together maybe she could keep the fact that her lips were hanging out hidden. She incidentally moved into a group of Vanessa's friends. She recognized a few cheerleaders and jocks, though she didn't know this groups names.

"Hey Lauren." A girl said, taking a champagne from the tray. "That bathing suit is SOOOO cute."

Her and the other's laughed as Lauren blushed.

"Mind if I take one of these cups of champagne?" Another girl said. "I just was A CUP of the smallest, most undersized possible variety."

Lauren caught her meaning of course. A cup. That was her bra size. Okay, an A cup bra often left some room to fill. Looking down, her breasts squished even smaller under her top, she felt more exposed and underdeveloped then ever. She wished she could cover but she was holding the tray. Her eyes couldn't help wandering to the three girls in front of her. Two Cup cup sets, and one obvious DD. Lauren, due to jealous obsession, had quite the eye for breast size. And, their string bikini's showed off their impressive assets clearly. Lauren, utterly unused to this state, was totally outclassed. Why had she been born with these cursed genes? Why wasn't she even a respectable B cup? Hell, she'd settle for a real A, rather then her actual meager AA's.

Hanging her head, ears burning with their laughter, She turned to walk away. To her horror, one of the girls gave her a loud SMACK on the ass, causing her exposed butt cheek to shake wildly.

"Look at that milkshake jiggle!" The girl laughed as Lauren danced away...