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Christmas vacation was fast approaching and Alice had mixed feelings about that. Her ankle injury had kept her on her back and out of practice for about a month. And with nothing to do but sleep and snack, it also meant that she gained even more weight. By the time she felt ready to walk again, even her new clothes were feeling rather snug. She was afraid to step on the scale and confront her new size but she knew that she had to be expanding. Of course, everyone gained weight over Christmas, Alice knew, and she wasn’t relishing the idea of having her mother get even more snippy than usual.

She heaved a heavy sigh as she spooned the last mouthful of yogurt into her mouth. Screw it, she thought, I’m just destined to be big. After half of year of denial, Alice was sick and tired of starving herself in a futile attempt to shed a few pounds. While she couldn’t bring herself to admit to the exact extent of her heavier weight, she had stopped making the pretense of avoiding the high fat, high calorie snacks she loved.

She waggled her foot experimentally and found that it didn’t really hurt anymore. Which, of course, meant she no longer had any excuse for lying around the house and eating all day. Mom’s going to throw a hissy fit, she thought miserably as she shifted her bulk into a sitting position. Her expanded belly rolled onto her lap as she sat up, pushing against the fabric of her pajama shirt. Even her pajamas had started to grow snug as her inactivity and overindulgence had caused her to blimp over the last month. The buttons down her front pulled tightly against her ample chest and fleshy middle; she no longer even bothered to fasten the bottom three over the swell of her jumbo tummy. Or rather, she’d given up on the second two to the bottom. The very bottom one had burst of its own accord. Her pajama pants, too, were hardly as loose as they should have been. The draw string was almost completely gone, sucked into the waist of her pants in a pathetic attempt to loosen them. Even at their loosest, her pants were still cutting slightly into her tubby girth.

A sudden knock on the door snapped Alice out of her self-pity. “Who could that be?” she wondered as she heaved herself to her feet. Her mother wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet and she wasn’t expecting anyone else. As she hobbled to the door, she caught a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror- her chubby body packed into straining pajamas with several missing buttons. She even noticed several new stains down her front. Blushing, Alice realized she hadn’t been too careful as she’d eaten her breakfast and had gotten some yogurt and pop-tart filling on her clothes.

“Nothing to do for that now,” she said. “Guess I might as well see who’s coming to bug me.”

Alice waddled to the front door and opened it a crack, expecting to see some solicitor or maybe a Jehovah’s Witness. She was just a little surprised to see the cheer squad – minus Jen and Laurie – standing on the other side.

“Hello, Alice!” they chorused.

“Err..hi,” said Alice weakly, still keeping the door closed. She didn’t want them to see her in such a state. Besides her slovenly appearance, Alice knew she’d gained far too much extra flab to face the cheer squad. All at once, her old insecurities came rushing back. I can’t let them see this huge gut, she thought desperately, I’m sure if I work extra hard I can drop all these pounds before I see them again, I’m sure of it!

Alice gulped. “How’s it going?”

“Great!” gushed Kristine, a lanky brunette with pigtails. “But we came to see how you’re doing! We haven’t seen you since you hurt your ankle and we wanted to come by and make sure you’re recovering. We heard your mom say that you’d just about healed, so we figured it was time to celebrate! C’mon out, we’ll take you out to dinner.”

“Celebrate? Oh, um, no, sorry, my foot’s still all busted up. I can barely walk. We’d better reschedule.”

“What? What’re you talking about, girl? If you don’t want to come out, let us in. We’ll order a pizza.”

“No, really, there’s no reason to celebrate. I’m still bedridden. Honest!”

The squad member looked at each other dubiously. Alice desperately stammered out a couple more lame excuses, but it was obvious that the girls weren’t buying them. They were in the mood to party and nothing was going to stop them.

Alice grimaced. It didn’t look like these girls were going to be discouraged.

“Okay, just wait down here a second and let me get dressed quick. I’ll be right back.”

That seemed to satisfy them. Alice lumbered back to her room to dig out some decent clothes while the girls made themselves comfortable in the living room. Alice caught a brief glimpse of her tubby form in the hall mirror. She’d definitely gotten larger since she’d broken her ankle. She wasn’t sure how much larger but enough that she knew the squad was being polite by not mentioning it. Whatever. There wasn’t anything wrong with the way she looked. She was just more voluptuous.

Alice grabbed the first pair of pants she found at the top of the drawer. They were older but not as tight as some because she’d recently let them out. She loosened the drawstring and yanked her PJs down her meaty thighs. She tried to pull the pants up and nearly swore out loud when she found that they didn’t fit. She could pull them over her thighs but they were stretched tightly across the cheeks of her butt. And if these pants were too confining, she didn’t think any of her other clothes could possibly look any better. She decided to leave the top button open and just pull her shirt down over the gap rather than waste time trying to get them closed.

But shirts were a different story and Alice knew she didn’t have to wear a top where the buttons were on the verge of bursting. She undid the buttons, the PJ top springing apart as she did, and pulled on a bra and a baggy T-shirt. Or rather, a T-shirt that used to be baggy. By now, Alice’s massive melons were obviously pressing into tight fabric.

She hurried back down the stairs, her buxom attributes bouncing as she ran. She found the other cheerleaders still congregated in the living room.

“Hey, everyone!” chirped Alice, trying to sound cheery and hoping no one noticed her inflated figure. “Sorry about that. What were you guys planning on doing?”

“Well, this is your party,” said Kristine brightly. “So we thought we’d treat you. We’re going to order some pizzas. Our treat!”

“Thanks,” said Alice politely. She wasn’t particularly hungry since she’d been snacking all day. More importantly, though, she wasn’t sure what time her mother would be getting home today and the last thing she wanted was for her diet-obsessed mom to catch her scarfing down a high fat treat like pizza. “But, uh, I’ve already eaten. And, anyway, I’ve put on some weight lately and-“

“Yeah, well, you don’t have to eat anything, Alice, but we haven’t eaten all day. You don’t mind if we get something then, do you?”

Alice smiled half-heartedly. What can I do? She thought. I can’t tell them that I’m afraid my mom will catch us with pizzas. They’ll think I’m some pathetic doormat whose entire life revolves around food and diets.

“No, that’s fine,” she said out loud. “Get whatever you want, but don’t get too many. I really shouldn’t eat any.” Suddenly self-conscious, she pinched a handful of the soft flab that had accumulated around her middle. Geez, I really do have a spare tire there, she thought surprised. When had she become this round?

As the cheerleaders fell to arguing about toppings, Alice dropped herself into a nearby chair to rest. Personally, she liked mushroom and pepperoni best, but she didn’t think it would be a good idea to point that out. That would just make her more likely to start eating again when the pizzas arrived.

“Alice, we’re getting ham and pineapple, okay? Is that all right with you?” asked Denise, sounding worried.

“What? Oh, sure, that’s fine. Nothing for me, please.”

“Are you sure?” asked Denise. “Listen, Alice, um, if you’re hungry, you shouldn’t be embarrassed about eating. I mean, it’s not like you’re that overweight. Um.”

Denise squirmed uncomfortably and fidgeted with her glasses. “Okay, I guess I’m going to be the one to speak for the squad. We’re sorry that we gave you such a hard time about your weight.”

“What?” said Alice, perking up. She hadn’t expected this.

“Yeah,” continued Denise. “I guess we never really stopped to think about it, how Laurie and Jen were always such a pair of bitches to you and are always trying to get you kicked off the squad. I know they yell at most of us but you always got it worst and we didn’t stick up for you. Because we thought it was good as long as it drew attention away from the rest of us. But you’re also the only one who’s ever had the courage to stand up to those two bitches.”

“Yeah,” agreed Denise. “When you challenged Laurie last month, I almost died! That was awesome.”

“Thanks,” said Alice humbly. “I didn’t really think much of it. I was just so upset about her constant criticism that I just blurted it out.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a big cheerleader, maybe a little heavy, but it’s time that people recognized that. So we’ve talked it over and we’ve decided never to hassle you about your weight again.”

That surprised Alice. Besides Jen and Laurie, the other squad members had never been that mean to her. At worst, they’d just been pretty insensitive. Still, it was a really nice gesture and just the thing to make Alice feel a little bit better about her increasing curves.

By the time the doorbell rang, Alice was laughing and giggling excitedly. The other girls had done a great job of cheering her up and Alice no longer felt like the hefty blob of lard she had this morning.

When she answered the door, she yelped in surprise. The pizza delivery boy was a familiar face – it was the same scrawny, messy-haired guy she’d met at the pizza shop over the summer and later in the woods after Thanksgiving. It was Tyler, and he was juggling a stack of deep-dish pizzas so that he could get a good look at his customer .

“Oh!” he yelped back, equally surprised. “Alice! I didn’t know you lived here.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I do.” Alice mumbled, blushing furiously. She brushed a strand of sandy blonde hair out of her face and subtly shifted her bulk so that the open door blocked Tyler’s view of her rounded belly and cantelope-sized hooters packed into her sloppy clothes. She grabbed hold of her shirt front and held fast, praying that it didn’t slip up to reveal her unfastened pants.

“Who is it? Is it the pizza?” shouted Kristine, bounding to Alice’s side. Without a thought, she pulled Alice back out, flinging the door all the way open. “What’s the matter, girl? Hiding back here, what’s that all about?”

“Um,” stammered Alice, letting go of her shirt and bobbing uncertainly as Kristine brushed her aside. She managed to avoid falling over backwards but was mortified that Tyler might have caught a glimpse of her open fly. She still hadn’t gotten over her ridiculous summer display, when, drunk with a new and fleeting sense of rebellion, she’d stuffed herself to bursting with greasy pizzas at the restaurant where Tyler worked. For some reason, she didn’t want him to think that she was like that all the time, that she frequently gorged herself on pizza until she broke out of her clothes.

“Here’s the money,” said Kristine, shoving a wad of dollars at Tyler and bouncing off with the pile of pizzas. “Join us whenever you’re ready Alice! And tell your boyfriend to beat it then”

Alice buried her face in her hands, embarrassed beyond belief. “I can’t believe that Kristine!” she hissed between her teeth. Out loud to Tyler she just laughed nervously and said, “Don’t mind Kristine. She didn’t mean anything by that! Seriously, she’s just kidding around. I don’t know where she got that idea…”

“It’s okay,” said Tyler, smiling a bit. “There are worse things to say..I mean..uh..you know. Um, anyway, enjoy your pizzas.”

“They’re not for me!” said Alice hurriedly. “I mean, I might eat some, but they’re not ALL for me.” She remembered again with embarrassment her pig out at the pizzeria all those months ago.

“Hey, it’s okay,” said Tyler. “Nothing’s wrong with enjoying a good pizza. Speaking of which, if you ever feel like a pizza, you can just stop by the restaurant. You know, for old times sake.”

“Sure,” said Alice. “That sounds good…fine…okay.”

“Good,” said Tyler. A brief yet intensely awkward silence followed. “So..youwannagooutsometime?”

“What?” said Alice, stunned.

“Nothing, it’s stupid. Forget it.”

“Did you just ask me out?!”

“Uh….yes. Yes, I did. I mean, you know, if you’re okay with that..”

“Yeah,” said Alice numbly. She was totally shocked. She was fatter than ever before and yet this boy was actually asking her out on a date. This was just too weird! “That sounds great. I’d like to go out sometime.”

“Great. Maybe next Saturday?”

Alice nodded. Words didn’t come to her easily right now.

“Wonderful!” Tyler wasn’t nervous at all now; he seemed genuinely excited. “I guess I will see you then.”

Alice waved goodbye, still in shock. Sure, Tyler had said that she was cute. But she’d never expected anything to come from that. Maybe being pudgy isn’t the end of the world after all, she thought happily, as she walked back to join the other cheerleaders. They’d lost no time in tearing into the pizzas and seemed to need little encouragement to start indulging.

“You know, I didn’t even know you guys ate pizza,” said Alice, watching wistfully as Kristine downed her second slice. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you guys eat anything but salads before.”

“That’s because this is the first time we’ve eaten together without Jen and Laurie being around,” said Lizzie, a tall black girl with long frizzy hair.

Alice looked around the room at all these indulging girls. Despite all her promises, the sight and smell of pizza was really starting to make her mouth water. Well, maybe one slice couldn’t hurt…

Alice found that getting any pizza was harder than she expected. All the girls were hungry and were snatching up slices as fast as they could. But Alice was quick and managed to grab a few slices and cram them in her mouth. A little too fast, she knew, as she felt her already stuffed tummy slosh a bit. But while the other girls started off fast they soon slowed down. Soon only Alice was still eating with the same gusto.

“What’s wrong, guys?” she asked, her mouth full of chewy cheese and crust. “You’re not giving up yet, are you?”

The other girls looked at each other uncertainly. “We’ve eaten plenty already, Alice!” said Kristine. She raised her sweater to reveal her slightly distended tummy for emphasis. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so full.”

“Yeah,” protested Lizzie. “This was really quite a pig-out.” She too had slowed significantly. Always a dainty eater, Lizzie seemed to spend more time wiping her face between bites than actually eating. If her belly had grown at all, it was completely obscured by her baggy cheer sweater.

Denise was the only girl who looked like she was making a real effort. As skinny as she was, her belly popped out almost immediately, bulging over the rim of her cheer skirt and edging her sweater up slightly. But even she looked like she was faltering.

“Oh, come on,” said Alice. “You said it yourselves – Jen and Laurie aren’t here and it’s our only opportunity to indulge. I can’t believe that you’re all going to give up so easily.” Alice meant it, of course. Partly because she knew that if the girls didn’t give her a hand, she’d end up eating everything her self. And she didn’t need to blow herself up any more than she already had! But besides that, she kinda felt lonely eating alone. Okay, maybe I am corrupting them, she thought gleefully, but misery loves company. And eating in a group was always more fun…

“Count me in!” said Denise suddenly. “I know I’m small but I’m not gonna let you say that I didn’t put away my share!” She pushed her glasses up onto her head ( always a sign of determination!) and grabbed yet another piece.

Of course, everyone knows how competitive cheerleaders are. It’s part of the job description. No sooner had Densie announced her intentions than Lizzie and Kristine both jumped into the fray.

“Ha!” scoffed Lizzie, “There’s no way that a skinny little thing like you could even make a dent in these pizzas! I’ll bet I could eat twice as much as you!”

”You’re on!” said Denise, grinning evilly. She rolled up her slice and jammed the entire thing into her mouth at once, fixing Lizzie with a steely, determined glare.

Soon all he girls were attacking the remaining pizzas with an almost insane gusto. For such a skinny girl, Denise made the best showing. She crammed slices into her mouth, two at a time, hardly even pausing to wipe the sauce off her bulging cheeks. She kept going even after both Lizzie and Kristine had given up.

Lizzie and Kristine both lay sprawled on the couch, their huge, round bellies in the air, stretching the material of their cheer sweaters. Lizzie had even raised the hem of her sweater up so that it fit as a tight roll just beneath her already generous bosom, leaving her new gut exposed. Kristine hadn’t gone that way, but her overloaded stomach was doing its best to raise her sweater by itself. It peeked out from under the fabric, spilling over the crotch area of her skirt. She had secretly unbuttoned her skirt, though, just so that she could breathe a little easier. Bloated and drowsy, they could only manage shallow breaths as they watched Alice and Denise continue the contest.

“I haven’t eaten so much in years,” moaned Kristine, peering over her mountainous belly at the other girls. “I feel like I’ve gained about a million pounds.”

“You think you feel fat?” laughed Lizzie. “I feel like the Hindenburg over here. I’m not going to be able to fit into any of my clothes after this pork out.”

Denise scarfed down another slice of pizza and groaned loudly. Her belly looked like she’d swallowed a basketball and, seeing as how she was the skinniest girl in the room, her stomach looked even bigger than it was.

“I couldn’t eat another bite!” she moaned, rubbing her globular paunch.

“That’s it?” asked Alice incredulously. “That’s all you can eat?”

Denise grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “Hey, look at me.” She waved her twig-like arms to emphasize her skinniness. “Where do you think I can put any more?”

Alice wasn’t quite sure how to feel about this turn of events. She was sort of happy that she’d won- since winning is always nice. But she really hadn’t planned to pig out like this, and winning would only confirm to the other cheerleaders how much Alice was capable of eating. Of course, now that she knew they didn’t seem to hold her weight against her, well, that wasn’t such a bad thing. Still, she didn’t feel that it would be right to let Denise give up so easily, after she’d put so much effort into this contest.

“C’mon, Denise, you can do better than that! You’re not going to leave all this pizza and make me be the human garbage disposal all by myself, are you? I’m probably the only one who doesn’t need any more meat on her bones.”

Denise chugged the remnants of a liter cup of soda and tossed the empty container aside. “Ooo,” she winced, holding her tummy carefully. “Now I think I’ve really overdone it. I feel like I’m going to pop!”

“Stop being such a drama queen, Denise,” laughed Alice. “Haven’t you ever had soda before? You probably just need to burp a little.”

Alice’s laughter was cut short by a sudden noise – the noise of a key turning in the front door’s lock. Her mother was home!

“Crap!” yelled Alice, jumping up and dropping pizza parts all over herself and the floor. She quickly brushed herself off and subconsciously sucked in her ample, chubby gut, hoping against hope that this might actually make her look thin enough to please her mother. Looking around the room, she realized that her’s wasn’t the only exposed belly. Denise had raised her shirt to massage her swollen paunch and both both Lizzie and Kristine seemed to be playfully comparing the extent of their own abdomens’ distentions. Mom wasn’t going to like this one bit!

“What on earth is going on in here?” snarled Alice’s mom as she entered the room, her eyes flashing. She quickly took in the scene – scattered pizza boxes on the floor, bloated cheerleaders scurrying to cover their exposed tummies, her sheepish daughter standing in the middle of this mess – and turned on Alice.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she cried, pointing a bony finger at Alice. “I thought you were on a diet! How do you ever expect to slim down if you go and stuff yourself like a pig the minute I’m out of the house? Can’t I trust you to go an hour without spoiling your diet? And it’s bad enough that you can’t control yourself, look what you’ve done to the rest of these girls!”

She swept her arm dramatically across the room to indicate Alice’s teammates. Now that her mother had returned the whole binge didn’t seem like nearly such a good idea.

“Mom, it’s not what you think-“ started Alice but her mother just interrupted her again.

“Look at yourself! You’re spilling out of your clothes! You’ve got pizza sauce all over yourself!” Alice looked down at her plump body. She did indeed have some tomato sauce spilled down her generous bosom, which did, indeed, seem ready to pop out of her shirt.

“Alice, I swear if you don’t get some self control you’re going to turn into a real blimp. And it looks like you’re intent on taking all your friends with you. You girls should be ashamed of yourselves.” She turned on the other cheerleaders, who just looked bewildered. Denise, usually so small and refined, suddenly released an earth-shattering belch.

Alice groaned. Burping probably helped Denise to feel a lot better but it only supplied Alice’s mother with more ammunition for her tirade.

“I don’t believe that young girls like you could just go and let their figures go to pieces. You’re all so beautiful and you’re going and throwing it away. If you’re not careful, soon you’ll be as huge as my daughter. How could you encourage her like this? Alice can’t help herself. She can’t control her eating at all and you lot are just making it worse!”

Unexpectantly, she grabbed Alice by the front on her stretched shirt and pulled her close. One hand reached down to caress her bloated, gorged potbelly.

“You’re even bigger than before!” cried her mother in digust, raising the hem of Alice’s shirt to expose the pale, jiggly flesh of her expansive abdomen. “You can’t even button those pants anymore! Disgusting.” Alice cringed, remembering that she’d left her pants open. After eating all that pizza, the situation was even worse. Her rotound gut, loaded with fattening goodies, had inflated and lowered, forcing the zipper of her pants to slide down somewhat over the course of the meal, so that she looked like an even bigger slob than she had before. Alice’s mother smacked her lightly on her tender stomach, causing her excess adipose to wobble.

“Alice, what’s happened to you? I know you’ve always been chubby, but you’ve never been this fat before. You’re blimping out faster than ever! But I know exactly how to fix that. I was talking to Mrs. O’Shea this afternoon and she told me her daughter has the exact same problem that you do. She used to be a skinny little thing but she’s just started piling on weight this year and her mother started getting concerned. She recommended a wonderful total immersion image enhancement program that she’s going to send her to over the holidays! And I think that you ought to join her, Alice.”

“What? Wait a minute, you want to send me to fat camp?! That’s it!” Alice tore away from her mother, furious. “What’s your problem, Mom? All you ever do is badger me about my weight! And I’m sick of it! Yes, I’m fat! I know it; I don’t need you beating it into my head. Because, you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care if I’m pudgy or chunky or even obese, because this is just the way that I’m meant to be. I never would have cared, in fact, if you weren’t always yelling about it!”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, young lady!” shouted Alice’s mother back at her. “That’s exactly what your problem is: you don’t care. You don’t care how you look at all! How can you ever expect to make it anywhere when you’re such a jumbo butterball? How can you be a decent cheerleader? How can you ever get a date? It’s impossible!”

“No, it isn’t!” Alice crossed her plump arms across her massive chest and looked her mother straight in the eye. “I am a decent cheerleader! I might be wider than the other girls and the uniform might not fit quite as well, but I can do it! And, by an ironic coincidence, I just got a date right before you came home. The pizza boy asked me out!”

“Sure, he did,” snapped her mother. “He probably thinks he can get some extra business since you obviously eat so much! I was going to wait until after Christmas to ship you to camp, but maybe I should just do it right now! Go pack your things! You’re out of here!”

“I will!” huffed Alice, “But I’m not going to fat camp!”

“Oh, yeah, fatso? Then where are you going?” Alice paused for a second. “Well…I…I…I’ll go stay with grandma! At least she’ll let me live in peace!”

“Yeah, and eat in peace, too,” snarled her mother. “If you’re going to your grandmother, you’ll definitely need to go to fat camp when you’re done. If you can still fit out the door, that is!”

****

Meanwhile, across town, Jen and Laurie were also preparing for bed. They were having yet another sleepover and, as was their custom at sleepovers, they discussed their diabolical plans for showing up the rest of the squad.

“It’s, like, so easy I can’t believe that I never thought of it before,” laughed Laurie nastily, bouncing on her bed. She was wearing a pair of short pajama shorts and a tight tank top that fought to restrain her bouncing boobs as she hopped up and down. She’d been wearing these same pajamas for years and didn’t seem to realize that her increasing poundage made them way too small for her. Her chubby tummy hung over the waistband and her hefty thighs had caused the side seams to fray slightly. Her top could barely contain her mammoth breasts and creamy melon flesh oozed out the top and bottom of the tiny garment. When she moved, the tank top made audible creaking noises.

She sat down heavily and her boobs sloshed to and fro, nearly popping out of her shirt. Indeed, a tiny snapping noise alerted her that she’d managed to break another stitch in her shirt. She ignored the sound and continued talking.

“What we need to do is to show them why they need to listen to us. We used to have some great cheerleaders on the team, nothing like the lazy bunch of lardbutts we have now. Remember back when we were freshmen, when that skinny bitch senior was captain? She took this team to, like two state championships before she left for college. We need to bring her back so that she can yell at these stupid cows and whip them into shame. I can’t wait to see the look on Alice’s face when the two time state champion comes home just to tell her that she’s a cow! Ha ha!”

Jen stood up awkwardly. She, too, had put on some substantial weight. She was dressed only in a short nightie that reached down just below her waist. She filled it to its limits, her tubby thighs and chunky tummy stretching the material tight. Her rounded backside was still her biggest asset, so much that she could barely walk in the nightie. She’d taken to hiking it up over her butt, so that her colossal rump and pathetic panties were in plain view. But she still didn’t seem to think that she’d gained much weight.

“Like, yeah, that would be so sweet! You know what else is so kewl? I remember that girl was totally flat! So after she humiliates all those lazy bums, like, if she tries to get all high and mighty on us, we can be, like, don’t go there, flatass! Ha ha!”

“Flatass? Um…yeah, I guess that was pretty flat, wasn’t it? The only thing flatter was her chest. Yeah, I’ll bet she wishes she had these puppies!” laughed Laurie, raising her shirt. She had some trouble because it didn’t want to fit back over her bloated knockers. Underneath, Laurie’s groaning bra was holding on for dear life. Everytime she breathed, her overloaded DD cups creaked loudly. The soft meat bulged over the tops of the cups, threatening to tumble out if she wasn’t careful.

As Jen bent over to get a closer look, both girls heard a sudden ripping noise. Jen straightened up and put her hands to her butt. Her tissue-thin panties had given up the struggle to restrain her ballooning rear and had split right down the middle.

Laurie laughed so hard that she almost fell over backwards. A sudden POP! Put an end to her laughter, though, as her bra finally busted in two and her heavy, hanging hooters surged free, pushing against her thin tank top with increased ferocity. Her swollen nipples made obvious indentations through the ripping fabric of her shirt. Laurie quickly pulled up her shirt to get a look at the damage.

“Well,” she smirked. “What did I tell you? Who’s got the biggest tits in town? Me! Can you think of any other girl who’s burst her DD bra before? I think not! I am the biggest!”

She cupped her hands under her jumbo, jiggling juggs and hefted them to test their weight. “No one has bigger, rounder tits than I do! If I ever meet a girl who wears a bigger bra, I’ll resign as captain!”

“By the way, what’s the name of the old captain?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Something like Amber.”