The Hurricane Party

Amanda felt her cheeks redden as she saw everyone's hands. Around two dozen people gathered around the table whistled and clapped, shouting "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

She knew this was a bad idea. When the university's showiest frat boy sent out an open invitation for any college student to come ride out Hurricane Randy in his family's summer home there were few who could say no. It was purely loneliness, a desire to actually have a social life, and maybe a bit of lilapsophobia that caused a shy introvert like Amanda to attend. The fact that her secret crush Chance from the literature society club and her roommate Bingo would be here were just bonuses she wasn't expecting until she arrived.

Considering she was surrounded by some of the hottest sorority girls and frat boys at Franklyn University she should find the fact all their eyes were exploring every inch of her chubby bookworm physique to be a compliment. Amanda a weak grin to her round cheeks, grabbing her arm and pulling it close to her side. The realization that she was squishing her heavy breasts together, however, caused her to put her arms back down, her face burning. Knowing she had to get this over with, she fought the growing nausea and undid the first two buttons of her plaid overshirt, forcing every eye in the living room to her chest and the plain white industrial bra underneath. One of the worst things about having large breasts was that others found them impossible to ignore, no matter their sexuality or age.

She had to admit though that Casper's summer home was surprisingly decadent. Fully hurricane-proofed, two floors and a basement that included a rec room, a private generator, an indoor patio that doubled as a reading room. But even with multiple guest rooms there were still going to have to be people sleeping on inflatable mattresses or in sleeping bags since there just weren't enough beds. While more an academic than an athlete, Casper was counted among the influential students at the college for his charisma, ability to remember every face and name on campus, a surprising level of cunning that he exclusively used to create fun times for all, and now everyone realized for the first time that his family was secretly loaded.

As Amanda undid the final button, she whipped her overshirt off and smacked it down onto the table. Hands that weren't fist-pumping or giving approving thumbs up passed the garment to the guy with blue highlights in his hair and red-framed glasses, who tossed the ugly shirt into a pile behind his wheelchair. The smug grin on his face was a constant for Casper but today it seemed especially toothy. Though normally a sign of a fun-loving prankster who everyone couldn't help liking, Amanda found it instead cause for her nerves to shoot up.

"Heh heh heh! To think it'd be our little resident chef having the honor," the paraplegic frat boy snickered. Normally it was the kind of smug laugh that Amanda found good-natured and promising of clever fun for all. But now she felt like a bunny being preyed on by a fox... "Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, the winner of the Annual Hurricane Party Strip Poker Tournament is Amanda!"

Kneeling barefoot and bottomless atop a pillow at the table with only her glasses and bra on her body, she felt small and , and that was coming from a girl who was only 5'1" at most. With her oversized shirt gone, her plump ass no longer had the cover it previously did. She could feel eyes watching her supple cheeks squish against her dainty, bare feet.

"Ahp! But naked means naked. Isn't that right, Amanda? C'mon little lady. Hand over the bra." Casper gestured from his throne-on-wheels from the other side of the living room. "It'll go with the rest of the forfeited clothes until the hurricane is over."

Amanda was pretty sure there was nothing 'annual' about this. Everyone had a look of surprise when the hurricane shutters came down and their host announced that the first thing they would do was play strip poker with any lost articles of clothing being locked up until the party was over in three to five days. Quite a few of the two dozen college students had lost an article or two or wound up half-naked. At least one guy was just in his boxers, one girl in just her bra and panties, and another topless. But Amanda was the only one completely naked and she'd have to remain that way for the remainder of the storm!

Taking a deep breath, her shaky hands reached around to unhook her bra, whipping it off... with difficulty thanks to her massive tits getting in the way. Once her final garment was off she slapped it onto the table then hugged her heavy breasts in her arms. Deep breaths, Amanda... Deep breaths.

This time there was a fight between them for who got to pass the undergarment to Casper.

"Ahem!" The commanding projection from their host brought order and soon her bra was in his hands. Her breath hitched when she saw him checking the tag... "36H!"

"Ha! Pay up, bro!"

"I'm a 34DD and she makes me feel small..."

"Those are as big as her head!"

You would think she would get used to these kinds of comments when her tits were big enough to smother a man alive, but... Amanda had tried so hard to hide just how busty she was with a concealing wardrobe ever since freshman year and now two dozen college peers knew her exact bra size.

"Okay everyone, okay! Quiet down!" Casper's charismatic decree naturally resulted in his guests all ceasing their noise. He grabbed a nearby laundry bag and proceeded to start loading all forfeited clothes into it. Amanda felt a whimper escape her throat unbidden knowing what this meant. "I'll go lock these up. Remember, no dressing if you lost it in the poker game! We're all be stuck in this house for the next three days, maybe five, while that hurricane rages outside! We've got board games, video games, billiards, booze, snacks, meat and fish for the grill, and Amanda can cook up lots of tasty grub with her culinary arts major. Don't worry sweetheart we'll let you wear an apron for that, but just an apron, heh heh heh!"

Great, the only one naked for the next several days, stuck in a house with two dozen people at a hurricane party... What had Amanda just gotten herself into?