Wardrobe Talk

In the female's clothing section, there were two girls in their mid-twenties doing some browsing, well mainly one girl since the other wasn't too interested in shopping. The one sifting through dresses and making hangers rattle was a 5'5 skinny White girl that had her brown hair cut in a short bob and wore a long, baggy tee that covered her denim short shorts. Her friend on the other hand who was also White, stood at 5'6 with her black hair tied into a ponytail that reached down past her neck a little. Very much a sharp contrast to her friend's form, she was gifted with a curvaceous body, all the while a having a decent degree of slimness to her - a much appreciated hourglass. Compared to her friend, she dressed simply, albeit, the questionably low-cut white tank top and black leggings she put together as an outfit could be seen by many as quite the risqué attire due to how her very noticeably large 34G breasts threatened to make an unwanted/wanted appearance due to them not being in a bra, and also the way her tight leggings accentuated her curvy butt which already was jutting out nicely, not to mention the big, thick thighs that were worthy of grabbing just as much as her backside was.

"Oh, this looks nice, right?" the brown-haired one says as she pinches the fabric of a dress before moving on to the one next to it.

"I think that's the dress you just looked at, but in purple." the black-haired friend answers in a voice that hints at boredom and uninterest.

"Yeah, but still." she says while looking at a dress's price tag.

"Mm." she grunts.

"See anything you like?"

"No."

"Have you even been looking?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm not interested."

"Never interested in fixing your wardrobe." the brown-haired girl makes a sly remark under breath.

"What? Fix what?" she asks, now showing interest in something.

"You heard me." she says, not even looking at her and instead the same dress she's been eyeing for a while now.

"D'you say somethin' about my 'wardrobe'?"

"All I suggested is that you, y'know... expand it." she says, not looking at her mildly irritated friend.

"Whaddya mean 'expand'? What? There something wrong with the way I dress?" she asks, looking down at herself quickly as to make sure there's nothing funny with her appearance, totally overlooking the bombshell body she possesses as she's obviously much used to it.

"Well~, Abbey~..." she turns 90° to face her friend and points at her bursting breasts, "your big-ass titties that you're always shoving into tank tops of questionable cut and size are bigger than your head. Seriously, girl, there's a such thing as too much cleavage, and you're even crossing that line into the territory of just having your fat boobies spilling out from the sides of your shirt, and also out the top." she moves her finger closer to a breast of Abbey's as a means of focusing on its nipple that's bulging through her tank top's fabric, "Another thing is that your big..." she pauses while trying to coming up with a good adjective, "salami nipples are practically visible at all times in the tanks you put on, not to mention that EVERYONE can see when they get hard; maybe you should try wearing bras or at least put on pasties." unintentionally flicking Abbey's nipple in the process, she moves her finger down to point at her crotch, "Oh, and your pants are so, so tight. I can always perfectly make out the shape of your damn big booty, ass crack, AND the cameltoe of your tight-ass cunt." the girl crosses her arms over her comparatively very unimpressive 34A-cup chest, "There, I said it. You got what you wanted."

"Oh, wow, really? Since when are you the fucking fashion police? You like a part of the No-Titties-At-All division and are now abusing your authority because my..." Abbey brings her hands up to her chest and clutches her boobs while getting closer to her friend, "huge, sweet, fucking RACK that you could never have makes you envious, huh?!" Abbey retorts as she fondles her G-cups in a taunting manner towards her friend, standing on the tips of her toes just to jiggle them in her face as close as possible. "And what? It illegal to be packin' so much booty?" Abbey turns her back to her friend and sticks her ass towards, then with both her hands, she slams them onto her butt cheeks, creating a loud CLAP in the area, "Think I'm hiding weapons in here? Wanna search me?" she says, spreading her ass apart as much as she could with her leggings still being on.

"Abbey, what the fuck? All I suggested was a new style and pointed out what was wrong with yours."

"OH, I'll show YOU 'new style'!"

Abbey turns back around to her friend, and without hesitation, grabs the front of her tank and rips a big hole into it, unleashing her 34G juggs and the pink nipples her friend described as "salami" which were practically drilling into her shirt. Immediately after that, she brings her hands down to the leggings fabric wedged in her crotch and rips a hole in it, exposing her pantyless pussy. She continues ravaging her leggings, creating holes that expose her mouth-watering thighs. And with the front of her leggings tattered, she turns around and grips the back of her leggings and gets to shredding the material, gradually exposing that big, fat, and incredibly soft-looking ass she has on her, even going on to to bend over and place her hands on her knees to bounce it up and down in front of her friend's face, causing her rippling cheeks to somewhat noisily clap together with every motion.

Abbey turns herself back and faces her friend. "See? Look!" she smiles and throws her arms up into the air, causing her exposed tits to bounce upward from how fast she raised them, "Distressed clothing would be good for my wardrobe, right?" she says.

"...All of that was unnecessary." her friend bluntly states with a deadpan face and tone of voice, just totally not amused.

"Exactly. Just like your criticisms. Now hurry up so we can get out of here. My nipples are fucking hard and it feels like my pussy's been put on ice."