She Stuffs!: The Gold Digger

(https://youtu.be/TIy3n2b7V9k "Sk8er Boi" by Avril Lavigne)

Growing up together in Willowstead, Michael and I are a story book come true. Getting together after High School, we've been going strong for 5 years and we are about to tie the knot. During High School I wanted to be with him so bad. Beneath that scruffy exterior was a man I knew I could spend the rest of my life with, but growing up he had his eyes set on somebody else.

The head cheerleader.

The tease.

A Playboy model come true.

She was the hottest girl in school and like any guy, he wanted to be her boyfriend. Like any guy back then and even now, he was drawn to the twin orbs that rocketed off her chest like missiles of mass destruction.

As the hottest girl in school, with the curviest body that she always bragged about...

26-23-33 30H

That's the equivalent of a 36 Double D on a twig. 11 inches of tits and 10 inches of ass made Victoria Black the most sought after girl in the county. Guys from near and far would come to watch her jump around back in the day, those big tits booming in her sweater as she did more jumping splits and the leg kicks then I care to remember.

And of course my sweet and loving Michael wanted to get his hands all over that.

But because he was tall and lanky, with long greasy hair and not the right clothes, she only laughed at him and shooed him away so she could sink her hooks into whoever had the biggest name that season.

It seemed like she went through boyfriends faster than changing her underwear! So let's just say that she never really had boyfriends, but boy toys.

I'll never forget the day before senior prom when Michael tried one last time to ask her out, ask her to be his date. He was standing there wearing a pair of blue jeans, a button-up shirt and even washed his hair. I remember being there as his support, we were best friends, and watching him go up to her in front of her locker with a corsage in his hand. He spent what little money he had just so he could buy that for her. It was a sweet gesture and I really hoped that he was finally going to get what he wanted.

Her.

When she turned around, she smiled, if only for a second before it disappeared into a haughty grin. Flanked by her best friends Alyssa and Claire, they both snorted at the sight of Michael. In that half a second of a smile, I thought I could detect attraction in the red head's eyes. Ror a moment those emeralds greens sparkled before the cloud of disdain came down. Wearing her trademark red top, snow white jeans and white, open toed heels, she placed her hands on her waist and stuck out her pneumatic looking chest.

Everybody was already staring, but when she did that, I looked around to see everybody's jaws slowly drop. Including Michael's. As they stuck out further and further, I swear to God that little red top looked ready to rip! Victoria's boobs were so massive that it was no wonder why she was the queen. Anointed royalty because she had such epic endowments. Then right before she spoke, she daintily licked her sparkly pink, upper lip. "Now don't you look pretty, but still no. I don't date board boys. I'm sure your little songbird over there would be more than happy to say yes. Even from here I can tell she wants it."

Seeing her eyes switch from him to me, I looked down and saw just what she was staring at. My hard nips poking out into my tank top! Blushing, I covered up my little chest as I looked around to see people smirking at me.

The size of a pixie, I felt totally embarrassed at having been singled out by the queen of curves.

But that's kind of how Michael and I started looking at each other differently. He actually took me to prom and even though I felt like second fiddle for most of the night, he was such a gentleman and he stayed by my side the entire time. I don't know if it was out of shame back then, but on the ride home we started talking and I think that's when he realized that he was never going to have a chance with Vicki and that's when I took a chance and kissed him.

The road after High School was hard for both of us. He never let go of his passion for skateboarding and when he wasn't working minimum wage jobs, he was always at the skatepark practicing and getting better. I was always there by his side, there for every fall and every broken wrist or shattered collarbone. I wasn't going to let him give up on his dreams of one day becoming a star. And he never stopped pushing me to be a better songwriter.

5 years later my song is a breakout hit and Michael is competing in his very first X Games. A story of rags to riches, I would call it a fairy tale if it were not true. Standing in the front row, I am resting against the steel barricade waiting for Michael. He's due up next and as I look around at the thousands of screaming fans, I feel my chest filled with pride and happiness because this is the moment that the love of my life has been waiting for.

A chance to perform on national television. Looking to the erected towers, I watch as the cameras zoom in on him as he heads towards the half pipe, ESPN written in red sticking out boldly into the perfect summer sky. When he's at the top and ready to begin, we make eye contact and just as we are about to exchange a knowing smile, I hear a voice I never thought I would ever hear again.

"LET'S GO MICHAEL! YOU ROCK!!"

My jaw dropping, I look for the source of the voice that I haven't heard in so many years. Looking everywhere, I cannot find it and for a moment I think it was just a dream. A voice in my head, the result of old insecurities rising up from the ashes of the past, a past that I really just want to forget.

"YOU GOT THIS SEXY!"

Instantly my eyes swerve and there she is. Standing on the opposite side of the half pipe and right in the front is her!

Long red hair flowing and green eyes glistening like perfectly cut emeralds, my jaw falls as I see her hopping with a fist raised into the air! Looking up at Michael, I see him looking over and down at her with a big smile on his face. When I look back at her, I see the reason why.

Encased in a bra of shiny black latex are Vicki's tits. Bouncing up and down just like they used to on the sidelines, I'm caught up in their mesmerizing movement as I feel every insecurity suddenly return! Cowering, I curl as I slowly wrap my arms around my meager little offerings. B cups now, they feel almost like nothing as I squeeze them hard back into my chest. Looking back up as I fight the urge to cry, she is flanked by her best friends, Alyssa and Claire who are also cheering him on with their tits hanging out of their slutty crop tops. All three bearing their stomachs too. Bigger than they used to be up top, the two best friends are sporting healthy D's, but they also have soft and slightly bulging middles which shows that they put on weight.

Baby weight because they're both moms having gotten knocked up right after graduation.

Victoria? Still the same skinny twig with bodacious curves, wearing black spandex pants and open toed high heels.

Still every bit the curvy queen from years ago, she looks almost no different than she did back in high school and what is she doing here anyway? I mean, she always dated jocks and now here she is at the X Games cheering for Michael? My fiance!?

What about Danny, Brock or LeBron? Or how about all the other guys that she messed around with, all of them going to be future professional stars?

And that's when it hit me, Vicki isn't here for Michael, she's here for herself and Michael is only a ticket to an easy life filled with cars, houses and cash.

She's here digging for gold. Looking back up at Michael as I feel anger replace my insecurity of inadequacy, I see him looking at me with a smile. Winking, I cannot help but smile back as he starts his set.

I don't know how to explain it, but seeing that smile and that wink just made all of my fears instantly go away! Feeling my confidence return, I stop trying to hide myself and I stand up a little taller and a little prouder. Maybe a little too proud because I see people looking at me with lopsided grins. Looking down, I see that they're staring at my boobs and my nipples sticking out into my tight t-shirt that is printed with a picture of a guy jumping mid-air with his skateboard.

"That's my future husband up there!" I say excitedly to the crowd where they all smile and cheer just a little bit louder as a way to celebrate our relationship and our love!

As I watch Michael put on the performance of a lifetime, basking in the glow of his chance to be famous, I look over and see Victoria and her friends hopping up and down, cheering loudly and obnoxiously as they let their tits bounce everywhere.

That's all they've got, their playthings and from the looks of it the crowd around them don't seem to mind staring and drooling. I can't blame them, Victoria's tits are the size of Hindenburg's and on her small body, they truly are the most epic tits ever.

But even the largest of those picture perfect and gravity-defying boobs are not going to come in between the love that Michael and I share.

When the set is over and Michael finishes with his hands held above his head in triumph with the crowd roaring and going wild, I push through the sea of bodies so I can meet him out by the staging area. Showing my pass to the security guy, he lets me right in so I can be there when Michael appears from behind the curtain so I can congratulate and celebrate with him. Bouncing excitedly, I literally reach my arms out and run up to him the moment he emerges from the curtain still wearing his helmet and carrying his board!

"Oh my God baby, you did so great, I'm so proud of you!" Tears streaming, I kiss his face all over and then our lips touch and I become lost. Lost in the love and the passion that I'm so glad we found together. Right then and there I wish we were back at home so I could take him to bed.

"MICHAEL!!! OVER HERE!"

Our moment of celebration ends and as our lips part, our mouths still partially open, we both look over to the fenced-in area where only those who bought a special VIP plus badge are allowed to be. These are the super fans that will spend hundreds upon hundreds of dollars just to hope they can get an autograph. There, sandwiched between fans who are screaming and yelling at my fiance to sign his name on whatever they have, programs, pictures, whatever is Victoria flanked by her two best friends jumping up and down and waving trying to get his attention!

"MICHAEL I...." Victoria shouts, her arm reaching up, hand opening as she bounces herself off of the barricade. Almost already hearing what she's going to say, I feel time slow down as my eyes inevitably look to her chest and watch those mega melons rock that latex crop top.

*Bounce... Bounce.... Bounce...*

So tight over her tits, I can see every detail, including the outline of her nipples...

*Bounce... Wobble... Jiggle...*

So big and so heavy, they move all on their own, independently from her up and down motion. Bobbling ever so slightly, I find myself glued to her nipples as they showcase every intricate bounce and movement of those obscenely large breasts. Feeling my inadequacies and my insecurities crop up again, I find myself withdrawing and hugging my chest, wanting to hide my pathetic offerings.

Me.

"... MADE A MISTAKE! CAN YOU PLEASE FORGIVE ME? I WAS SO WRONG!"

Looking up, I see Michael looking at her, paused as if considering her words. Looking down ever so slightly, my greatest fear is realized when he motions to security to open the partition!

"Michael... What... What are you doing?" I ask him, but my voice is so low that it's more like I'm asking myself.

Looking up as the barricade is opened and security ushers the bountiful redhead through, it is quickly closed before either Alyssa or Claire can join her! Slamming into the steel bar, I cannot help but notice it press into their soft stomachs, revealing just how far out of shape they are compared to the last time I saw them. Bending forward at the same time, not expecting to not be allowed to join their best friend, they inadvertently show off their boobs that are jiggling.

Just like the fat girls they used to make fun of back in high school.

A couple of blonde Barbies that have no life except to kiss Miss Victoria's big and round bubble!

Watching the redhead run up to Michael with her arms held out, stretching as they reach for their destiny, I cannot help but watch those giant boobs bouncing rhythmically up and down again as that big bubble butt sticks out perfectly in the back.

Coming to a stop, she pushes her hair back with a hand as she poses bending a knee and placing the other one on her waist as she primes her assets for conquest. Just like back in the day, I watch as she pushes those mouth-wateringly large breasts forward while cocking her hip. Looking her up and down, that's when I noticed that her tight pants are also showing off the outline of her coochie. Big and juicy, I find myself getting even more jealous and feeling even more inadequate as I stare at the perfect woman.

The perfect arm candy for Michael. A woman who will take good pictures no matter what angle they are shot. A woman who will be able to pleasure him for years and in ways that I can only dream of.

Watching him look her up and down, I can see that a part of him wants her. He always has and now that she is back and looking as perfect as ever, I don't know how he hasn't.

"Vicki... I tried so hard for so long and every time you said no. Every time you said I was never going to be good enough. Now you see me on TV and you decide to show up?" Michael says which shouldn't really surprise me, but it still does. I mean, I know the man he is and this is definitely something he would say, but still... This is his ultimate crush, Victoria Black!

Sucking in her bottom lip, I watch as she looks down momentarily, her posture changing from confident to innocent, but not losing one ounce of that overwhelming sex appeal. If anything her attempt to look humble makes her look even more enticing. "I... I know and you have no idea how many times I wanted to say yes, but it was my friends, Alyssa and Claire, that told me not to!"

Listening to her try and pass the buck, it makes sense, but is it really excusable? Is it really the truth?

Michael certainly seems to think so and as he ponders her words, she slowly makes her move and inches closer until her hands are sliding up his chest, her face getting closer. Looking at the sea of paparazzi, they all have their cameras held up and ready. They want to get this for sure! A scandal on the very first day that he hits superstardom! What a way to start a career, right?

And then just as her hand is sliding towards his cheek and her eyes are closing as she leans in to seal it all with a kiss, he reaches up and grabs her by the wrist and stops her! "No Victoria." He says pushing her hand away as he takes a step back. "I get it, I really do, bending to the pressures of everyone. But that doesn't excuse the fact that you couldn't see beyond all of that and follow your heart."

Completely confused and flustered, it becomes quickly apparent to me by her reaction that Victoria has never been refused before! At a loss for words, she looks down left and right, her eyes darting quickly before looking back up at him pleadingly. "Please Michael, I know I made a mistake all those years ago, but don't you make the same mistake too! We are meant to be, me and you, Victoria and Michael, Michael and Victoria. Don't you remember? Please don't tell me you forgot about our kiss on the playground all those years ago. I know I haven't..."

My jaw dropping, I watch as my fiance's resolve crumbles before my eyes. Searching his memories, I know he remembers that kiss which is the only reason why he still has anything for her at all. That kiss and then her rapid development evoking the memories and the feelings and the passions of a teenage boy. A teenage boy that is surging to the surface and wants to take the buxom redhead home and ravage her good!

Seeing her chance, Victoria steps forward and reaches up caressing his cheek with the back of her hand as she presses those monsters into his chest, her body sliding along his as she leans in and starts kissing him!

"NOOOO!" I cry out, dropping to my knees as I sob in my hands! My makeup wrecked within an instant, I watch the flashbulbs pop off as Michael slides his arms around her waist and pulls her in tighter then reaches down and cups her generous butt. Rubbing it and squeezing it, I see him start to smirk through my tears when out of nowhere, pushes her away again!

"No Victoria. No! My heart belongs to April. She loves me and stood by me through everything. Every demeaning, low wage job and every broken bone. It's her that I love!" Michael declares as Victoria staggers back on her heels completely in shock!

On the cusp of capturing her ultimate dream of living a life of celebrity and luxury, she stares at the man who she was so close to getting it from.

My heart filling up so much, I feel every fear and every insecurity melt away as I run to Michael's side and hug his arm. Looking up at him, I am smiling from ear to ear as he looks down at me with those eyes that say everything without having to say anything at all...

I love you.

Never one to quit, Victoria brushes herself off and poses powerfully. "And that's wonderful Michael, but let's be real. Is she really the person you want at all of your photo ops? I mean look at her, she's so frumpy! I mean you know with me you're going to get drop dead sexy each and every day and if you think I look good in my clothes, wait till you see me out of them and the things I can do between the sheets... It'll make your head spin."

Now selling herself like a whore, Victoria lays bare her true motivations and intentions. When I look at Michael, I can see that he is completely disgusted. Disgusted with the former teen tease who she denied for years only returning at the prospect of getting rich and using his heartstrings to try and manipulate him into giving them to her! Staring, he looks away eventually and starts turning, raising his arm to the small of my back to lead me away.

"Wow, I guess you've made your choice, right? You'd rather be with that loser than with me? You know everyone is going to shit all over you for this!" Victoria spats and then poses in front of all of those cameras who are all too happy to take her picture.

Coming to a stop, Michael to lead me away. "It's not worth it April."

"I'm not a loser." I say through gritted teeth as I spin out from the comfort of Michael's arm and stare down the over proportioned bimbo selling herself for 15 minutes of fame. Feeling something deep within me rise to the surface, it is years of pent up anger at having always listened to bitches like her put me down. I may not be as beautiful as them, or as curvy as them, but that makes me no less a woman! Stomping up to her as she poses with her tits thrusted out and her hands on her waist, it's when she turns to show off her perfect ass and those big blimps twist towards me that I reach out and grab her top! Then before I know it, I'm rearing back and letting loose a bone jarring punch right into her face!

*CRUNCH!*

*RIIIIIP!*

Watching Victoria fall to the ground in a heap, my eyes open wide as I stare at her chest. Raising my left hand, I hold up her latex crop top and my jaw falls when I see those jaw droppingly huge titty monsters still inside of it! Turning it over, the shimmering plastic falls to reveal that those mega falsies were glued in!

Looking up and in a daze, Victoria instantly slaps her hands to her chest! No matter what she does, it's plainly obvious to everyone and all of the cameras that she has absolutely nothing to hide!

When I look at her best friends, they are both staring at Victoria in shock, not sure what to do with the very sudden and very rude revelation!

Flipping the stuffed bra over and over, it bobbles and bounces off of itself as everyone laughs and takes pictures of the red head's *big* tits! "You mean to tell me that all of these years I have been jealous of a bra *stuffer!?!* Now who's the pathetic one?" I ask bitingly as I toss the diva's fake tits into the crowd where it is then tossed around like a beach ball at a baseball game.

At a loss for words and completely stunned by the turn of events, Victoria simply lays there with her eyes, mouth, and legs as wide open as they can be!

That's when I see something *else...*

The front of her pants slowly growing as something expands behind those luscious looking pussy lips! Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I lunge for the Bitch's pants and start pulling with everything I've got!

"NO, NO, NO, STTTTOOOOPPPPP! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" Victoria cries out, immediately letting go of her chest to desperately keep her pants from being ripped off!

Now in a tug of war, I pull with everything I have as she struggles desperately to keep some modicum of dignity! She is so **** that she doesn't care that her tiny nips are on full expose and that everyone is laughing at her sudden reduction in endowment!

"NOOOOOOOO!" She cries as I feel her pants slip from her grip!

Stumbling back, I hold them up and I am shocked to be staring right at her big and juicy butt! When I flip them around and see the outline of her pussy, I can already hear the laughter from the crowd. No one is laughing harder than Michael as I lower them down and look for myself.

Stumbling to her feet with one arm wrapped over her chest and the other trying desperately to hide her crotch, Victoria is struggling to hide something.

Something even more embarrassing than stuffing her bra and wearing padded pants!

A pull-up.

Fully loaded.

Doing circles in the only vestment of her adulthood left, her high heels, the former buxom and curvy queen runs to the closest exit she can find which is the curtain.

Laughing my ass off with everybody else, Michael walks up to me and pulls me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head! "Babe, that was the best thing ever!"

"EEEEEEEK!!!"

"*NOW* it's the best thing ever." I say as I look towards the television set and see that the pamper wearing fraud has just emerged from the other side of the tunnel and is now standing in the middle of thousands of people clutching her body and screaming her head off!

*He was a skater boy...*

*She said, "See you later, boy"...*

*He wasn't good enough for her...*