The cheer squad

As you walk into the women's section and begin trying to take in the surroundings, you are abruptly cut off by a wall of big breasted women. They stand in your path, practically posing like models in the phalanx formation blocking you.

They all wear the school's official cheerleading outfit, which consists of simply a blue R and a white H, the Reamer High school colors, pasted over the nipple of each taunt bare tit. Not a single bit of sag in the entire row of breasts, despite the size. If they didn't have good naturals to begin with they were certainly augmented by the time they joined the squad. Nothing but perfection was allowed in.

The blue and white pleated skirt looks more like a frilly belt above their bare asses. Bloomers have been replaced with thin thongs that disappear into the labia, allowing full view of their pussy through the gap in each of their sculpted thighs.

They hold their respective poses for a moment, most with hands on the hip, while they glare you down uncomfortably. You tried out for the cheer squad after your 18th birthday and they found you attractive and shapely enough, but they rejected you for your medium sized breasts. You tried for a while to convince your father to pay for a surgery, but he told you he likes your breasts smaller than your mothers for the balance. Like that would matter to you.

Since then they've hated you. Generally you might rank as more attractive than most of them, except their leader, so they all try to make your life a living hell for not joining them. You would normally be able to get enough doses at school to keep your grades from slipping, as the cheer squad does, but they maliciously prey on any of your classmates or teachers that express an interest in you, just to keep you down.

"You got a lot of nerve bringing your tiny tits down here!" Kristen, the leader, says to you derisively. She pokes her massive tits out towards you proudly, in open defiance of gravity. You sheepishly squeeze your decently sized breasts underneath your small halter, as though confirming they are still there. The rest of the team giggles at you harder than necessary.

Kristen was a good friend of yours before she joined the cheer squad and began a hobby of knocking the dick out of your mouth. You were always considered more pretty than her until she began to bloom up top. Now she seems to take her past inadequacy out on you at school.

You glare back at them as you prepare a response.