Chapter 5: Testing the Limits

Seeing the redheaded beauty come out the front door and come down the steps, Nick quickly rushes from the front yard where he was working. Jumping the fence he jogs across the street. Raising his hand, he is about to greet her when he finally registers her outfit! Skidding to a stop by the mail box, he goes red as the front of his shorts pitch a major tent.

Already flustered, Vicki's jaw drops when she sees Nick staring. "Oh god!" She mutters under her breath.

Looking her up and down, Nick is drooling as he checks her out wearing the same thing she did just last night. "Did you just wake up?"

Pulling down the flap, Vicki blushes slightly as she pulls out the mail. "Uh... Why?"

"Well... Because your still in your underwear." He says staring at both her severely over stretched T-shirt and billowing and bulging panties that leave little to the imagination. "And you're not wearing any shoes." He says towering over her.

Shifting uneasily on her bare feet, Vicki does her best to smile and present an air of confidence. "Oh!" Looking down, she looks back up and laughs. "Yup! Jesus... I must still be pretty tired." She says as her hand drops to pull them up, but stops just short I'm doing so.

Standing in the door, I am privy to it all as I watch the two of them chat. Looking at her butt, it has dropped a little bit more which means that front of her panties must be sticking out a little more than usual.

Standing in front of Nick, they certainly were and Vicki knew it.

Still staring, Nick blushes as he scratches the back of his head. "Yeah... I guess I did a better job than I thought. When I got home my dad was awake and when he asked where I was, I told him that I banged this hot girl next door. He was pissed that I was home late, but happy that I scored." Nick says grinning, taking a step closer.

Watching him lean on the mail box, Victoria turns to keep her butt out of view. Praying that Nick cannot see the front of her panties are slowly sticking out more in the front, she thrusts out her tits. "Heh... Yeah you did..." She giggles and teases by shaking them side to side.

Looking up, Nick cannot stop staring at Vicki's wobbling, big tits. "So... What are you up to today? Do you want to hang out later?"

"Sure." Vicki smiles dropping the mail to cover her crotch.

But of course she's standing outside wearing only a T-shirt so a car drives by and starts honking!

*WOLF WHISTLE!*

"DAMN, YOU GUYS SEE THAT!?"

"WOW!"

"WAIT, THAT'S VICKI RIGHT!?!"

"HOLY SHIT, IT IS!!!"

"DAMN!!! WHERE'S YOUR PANTS?!?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! NICE PANTIES!!!"

"Eeeeek!" Vicki screams, her hands flying up sending mail everywhere exposing her power packed crotch!

Stepping in front of her, Nick starts yelling at the boys driving by, filling the air with curse words and threats as he protects the integrity of his woman. When he turns around, she is gone and only the mail scattered about the grass remains.

Back in the house, she slams the door completely red in the face, pulling them up!

Watching the entire time, I am busting up laughing as she pulls up her half mast undies. "Hahahahahaha! How in the hell were you ever a cheerleader if you can't even keep your panties from slipping to the mailbox?!?!"

Blushing and angry, she looks up at me with daggers. "You fucking bitch! You said you weren't going to expose me if I did what you said!"

"How was I supposed to know your panties can't stay up? Is that why you're always pulling on them?" I ask still laughing!

"YES!!!" She screams!

"Where's the mail?"

Watching her face fall, Victoria looks down at her empty hands and blanches. Looking up clueless, I can tell she wants to beg me not to make her go back outside just like this again when there is a knocking on the door. Turning around she opens it and looks up to see Nick holding it out.

"You dropped this babe." He says grinning.

Taking the offered mail, she sets it on a small end table by the door. With her panties securely back up around her waist Vicki thrusts out her tits proudly. "Awww thanks babe!" She says with a big smile.

Staring at her big knockers, he looks up and grins. "Lunch?"

"I just ate, but dinner would be great..." Vicki replies. "Kiss?"

Not one to say no, Nick leans in and takes her in his arms. Planting his lips on hers, they are soon making out. Placing his hands on either side of her ass, he slowly starts migrating them to her swollen backside...

Watching this, I roll my eyes and stomp up to them. Grabbing the back of her underwear, I pull back then release.

*SNAP!*

"OW!" Vicki wails, jumping back and rubbing the small of her back!

"You have all night to fool around in your underwear! Go put some clothes on slut!" I laugh, checking out Nick who is blushing.

"Uh, yeah... Good idea. See you later babe. Bye Jess." Nick says then turns to leave.

Shutting the door for her, she glares at me before running upstairs to get dressed. Left in the living room alone, I start laughing uncontrollably!

"You better not turn those cameras on!" She yells from the top of the stairs.

"Just get dressed already!" I holler back. The only reply I receive is the echo of her bedroom door slamming shut!

When I see Vicki again she is coming down the stairs wearing a micro sleeve red top and a pair of skinny jeans with a black belt around her waist. Wearing a pair of heeled boots, she walks up to the couch and sits down beside me. On the TV is football because there isn't anything else to watch. Crossing her legs at her ankles and her arms under her big boobs, she has a perpetual pout plastered on her face. Minding my own business, I continue to watch the game even though I am more or less bored.

After a few minutes she turns and looks at me. "I'm sorry I got mad at you, but you gave me your word that you were not going to expose me and, well my panties were about to fall off." She says breaking the monotonous silence.

Ignoring her, I continue to watch the game and only respond to her when the camera zooms in on the cheerleaders. "How was I supposed to know that? If anything, I need to know the limits of your underwear..."

"What?! Why??" She gasps, her eyes opening wide

Exhaling hard I swivel my head and give her a deadpan look. "Do you really think I'm going to be satisfied with just having you be my **** for a week? No. I said I wouldn't reveal your secret or expose you, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little bit of fun with you."

"You have got to be kidding me! You can't be serious?" Vicki exclaims jumping up from the couch.

Overlooking her dramatically stretched top, I start at the front of her jeans and they still look a tad puffy despite how tight they are while her crotch is literally bulging hard and showing off her big "camel toe". From there the denim hugs her skinny legs like a second skin, extending past her ankles to where only the leather toes and heels of her boots are visible. Finally looking up at her cake face, I glance at the TV and point. "You used to be a cheerleader, can you still do stuff like that?"

Turning around, she looks at the TV.

Seeing that big, stupid bubble sticking out into her jeans, I roll my eyes. It looks so fake, I don't know how anyone believes that it is natural...

Turning back around, she plants her hands on her waist and grins. "Pffffft.... I was a flyer back in high school and, you should know this, I have a cheerleading scholarship."

I did know that! God damn it... "Well, do one of those flippy things like those girls are on boob tube."

"Heh... You said boob tube." Vicki snorts. Walking to the middle of the living room, she looks at me shaking her head. "That "flippy" thing is called a cartwheel hunny." She says, her arrogance and ego rising. Pushing out her chest as she takes a breath, she proceeds to execute a flawless example , landing perfectly on her heels.

Of course those ginormous boobs jiggle too, kind of hard to ignore you know.

Still warbling as she looks at me with a smug smirk on her face, I clap politely and smile. "That was really good. Can you do it without touching the ground with your hands?"

Having been to a few of her games, I know that what I am asking of her is child's play and she responds as such.

"Please..." she says in then does it, but when she lands she is adjusting her breasts and giving her jeans the heave-ho. When she is done, she shakes out her hair and smiles like she used to, before I found out her secrets.

Sensing that she is having undie issues, I decide to let her enjoy her moment in the sun for a little longer before I bring down the hammer. Asking her to do leg kicks, splits and even a jumping split, she does them all barely breaking a sweat. Clapping each and every time, I can see that her confidence is right where I want it. "Those were all awesome! Why don't you show me your routine that you do when you are trying to get the football team ramped-up to get the team to play better on the field? You know that one you do that the crowd really likes?"

"Well, the crowd likes everything I do, buuuuuut... I know which one you're talking about." She says sounding like a complete snot. Taking a deep breath, she exhales slowly as she grabs her bra straps and gives them a reassuring tug. Big boobs still jiggling, Vicki gets in the ready position. "Ready? O-kay!" She shouts with a bounce. Launching into her iconic routine, she sings as she spells out the letters of her old High School mascot. "W-I-L-D, WILD! C-A-T-S, CATS! WILDCATS, WILDCATS! We aaaaaarrrrreeeeee WILDCATS! WEEEEEEEEEE!"

Watching this purely crowd-pleasing routine, I understand it now as much as I understood it then why people would get so happy. No matter what Vicki did, her epic boobs and body stole the show. When she pumped her invisible pom poms above her head, her giant boobies jiggled and shook. A high leg kick only served to show off her fat pussy! The little turns on the balls of her feet highlighted that C-shaped butt. No matter what she did, those big curves sticking out from her skinny body sold it far beyond anything the choreographer could imagine.

Waiting for her to come down from her high, I am smiling but not clapping. "Did you have fun?" I ask her pointedly.

Pushing her hair back, Vicki looks at me slightly annoyed. "What?"

Not really caring if she answers me or not, I stare her down and utter a single word. "Strip." When she looks at me blank and confused, all I have to do is pick up my phone from the armrest of the couch and wiggle it in my hand.

Rolling her eyes, Vicki does as she is told. Starting with her pants, she undoes the belt and then unbuttons them. Dragging the zipper down slowly, the white of her silk panties along with the pretty bow on the frilly waistband comes into view.

"You have the most boring underwear ever." I remark lamely as her jeans fall to the top of her thighs.

"I would love to have colors, but my mom says that it only promotes sex." Vicki remarks as she bends over and pulls up her pant legs so she can unzip her boots. Kicking them off, I look at them when they are on the floor and noticed that the heel is shallow but the sole is very big.

Those boots have been modified to give her an extended height but not look like it! Returning to watching her resume taking off her pants, I enjoy the sight of her skinny little legs being revealed as the denim slides down. Lifting her knees to finish taking them off, the front of her packed out panties look absurd.

Again, how Nick sees this and thinks it's real is beyond me, but him being a guy I guess it makes sense. She is a girl and he would rather believe it because it is convenient. If he didn't, it would only hurt his own ego.

"Do you even buy your own underwear?" I ask as the jeans are tossed into a pile on the floor and she grabs the bottom of her top.

"No." Vicki answers and then pulls it up and over her head. "My mom says anything less would look slutty and I happen to agree."

Seeing her huge bra again I note that as she raises her arms, her fake breasts rise realistically. "Only by circumstance." I say as the top joins her jeans.

Sticking her tongue out at me, she stands there with her hands on her waist, like always it seems, and tilts her head. "Okay, I'm down to my underwear... Again. What do you want now?"

Smirking, I say. "Jumping Jacks."

"I really should have stayed home..." Vicki groans then starts doing them.

Sitting back, I watch with satisfaction as the former Big Booby Queen does my bidding. With my phone still in my hand, I turn it on and start secretly recording this epic moment. Jumping up and down, her arms swinging and her feet opening and closing, those giant boobs start bouncing hard up and down. The first jumping jack goes well, but by the second those panties start to slip.

It's to be expected considering she can't take ten steps without having to tug up on her pants!

When they do, her big bush sticks out a little further as her butt starts to bounce a little awkwardly behind her. On the third jumping jack, those panties have fallen even more and now her big bush and pussy are bouncing independently from her body while her big butt literally jumps like a brick behind her! By the fifth, they have fallen to the point that her massive hair has gathered in the gusset and I can clearly see her itty bitty vagina while that big butt bounces off the top of her legs! Jumping up for the 6th, the entirety of her little ass is completely exposed right before they fall! Catching on her knees, the contents spill out around her feet leaving her completely exposed from the waist down! Seeing her tiny twat open and then close, I laugh!

"Do a spin so I can see that cute little butt of yours!"

Doing as she is told, when I see that little pancake I giggle.

So what about her tits?

Surprisingly that giant boulder holder holds out until the 15th jump. That's when it finally starts to stretch out because of the constant heaving of those heavy fake tits. Jumping up for number 16, Vicki's face registers surprise when one of those big white boobs slap her in the face! After that it quickly goes downhill at the entire bra starts bouncing up and down and twisting! When the underwire finally pulls away from her rib cage and the giant balloons start pouring out, Vicki stops and watches those conical cups shrivel as the bullshit tits fall to the floor with two mighty splats!

*SPLAT! SPLAT!*

Seeing her standing there in that large and now baggy bra, I laugh so hard that I am slapping my thigh! "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Standing there in shame, Vicki stares at the big balloons just sitting on the floor like thick pancakes.

Taking a minute or two to eventually calm down, I wipe tears from my eyes and look up at her. Never have I seen her so downtrodden as she is right now. She looks like a little girl who just got busted playing dress-up with her mommy's bra!

"What the hell are those balloons filled with?" I ask, now looking at them lying on the floor. It is obvious they are not filled nearly to capacity.

"Liquid hand soap..." She says almost in a whisper.

Absorbing that information, I look at her one last time. "Okay, I am done with you. You can go play and do whatever you want now. Go see Nick, I don't care just get out of my face."

With that the little bitch picks up her fallen artifice and trudges away along with her clothes bundled in a ball in her arms.