Abby: Girl's Night In (Macromastia, Realistic, Bra, Envy)

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Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

Jenny cracked one eye open. With some effort, she leaned down from her position sprawled on the couch and grabbed her phone off the floor. Blinking sleep from her eyes, she keyed in her passcode. It was a text from Abby.

gno tn? we can make cosmos :p

lol u caught me napping. sure what time

8?


Jenny glanced at the clock. It was ten minutes to seven. Once again, what had begun as a quick nap after her last class of the day had turned into a four hour snoozefest. And once again, a friday evening originally intended for finals study was going to become a night out with her friends. Jenny made a mental note to wake up early tomorrow morning and study in the library.

kk i have some vodka

awesome cya <3


Jenny headed to the bathroom and started getting ready. She slipped out of her sweatshirt and cotton shorts and folded them neatly in the laundry basket. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t need to - her breasts had always been small. In high school she had secretly hoped they would grow bigger, but now that she was 22 Jenny doubted she would ever get much bigger than her current 32B cups. Nowadays, Jenny took pride in her slender, tight body. Years of running track in school had given her strong, toned legs and a firm butt. Her breasts might be small, but she felt she made up for it in other places.

Jenny showered quickly and put on jeans, a mesh bralet, and a black tank top. She tied her long blonde hair back in a ponytail. After a few minutes of rummaging in her bedroom she managed to find the bottle of vodka she had saved from her birthday a few weeks back. Half-full. Hopefully it was just going to be her and Abby tonight. It would be a shame to run out of drinks early.

Ten minutes later Jenny pulled into the parking lot in front of Abby’s apartment. She climbed the stairs to the second floor and knocked on room 102. She could hear loud rap music playing inside. There was a green paper leprechaun holding a mug of beer pinned to the door. Cute Jenny thought to herself. Abby loved decorating for the holidays. She knocked again.

“Abby, it’s me!” she called.

The music stopped and she heard footsteps approaching the door. The lock clicked.

“Hey girl!” Abby’s pretty smiling face greeted her in the doorway.

Abby was wearing a light blue top and black leggings. She was barefoot. Her thick dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders. Abby was a fairly average looking girl. Nobody would hesitate to call her pretty, but her face wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. There was something about Abby, however, that most certainly would stand out in a crowd. More accurately, two somethings.

Abby had the largest pair of breasts Jenny had ever seen on any woman, ever. Bigger than her mom’s, bigger than any of their teachers back in high school, bigger than any other girl Jenny had seen on campus. And she wasn’t even fat. Jenny wouldn’t have been surprised if Abby’s tits were the biggest in the whole country for a girl her size. Abby’s bust projected out from her chest nearly a foot, creating a sizable gap between her tummy and the hem of her shirt. Although her oversized blouse covered them completely, no article of clothing could hope to truly hide their unbelievable size. It looked like she was trying to hide a pair of basketballs. Under the shirt, Jenny could clearly see that Abby’s boobs were bulging out of the enormous heavy duty bra she was wearing. The straps of her bra, each two fingers wide, dug into her shoulders on either side. The poor garment was obviously having a lot of trouble containing her. The edges of the cups cut into the top and sides of each massive tit, creating four distinct swells of boobflesh, each larger in volume than both of Jenny’s breasts put together. Abby had joked about this phenomenon once before. Quad boob she had called it.

Abby opened her arms and stepped forward to give Jenny a hug. As she did so, her breasts swelled and crashed together, bouncing and rocking like water in a trough. For a moment Jenny felt like she was being pressed into a waterbed as Abby’s gigantic boobs squashed into her, covering almost her entire torso.

“Here, let me get that.” Abby bent over to grab Jenny’s bag. Jenny couldn’t help but watch Abby’s tits succumb ponderously to gravity, wobbling as she leaned at the waist. They had been friends for so long that she hardly ever paid attention to her friend’s unique physical feature anymore, but sometimes it was just impossible not to look. They were just so big. Jenny caught a glimpse of ridiculously deep cleavage down the front of Abby’s shirt. She knew Abby sometimes kept her wallet and phone in there. One time she had smuggled a whole bottle of whiskey into a concert by hiding it between her boobs.

The two girls entered the apartment. Abby set the bag on the countertop and began to rummage in the fridge. Jenny slipped off her sneakers and sat down on the couch.

“Is anyone else coming?” she asked.

“Nah, I thought we could just hang out. We can watch New Girl or something,” Abby peeked out from behind the fridge door, “I think my laptop is already plugged into the TV if you want to turn on Netflix.”

Jenny turned on the TV and opened the computer. Netflix was already queued up. She began to search for a good episode. “Are your roommates home?”

“No, Ella is visiting her parents this weekend and Mindy is probably with her boyfriend tonight. Again.” Abby gave Jenny a look and raised her eyebrows up and down cheekily.

Jenny laughed. “It’s crazy how much time they spend together. They’ve only been dating for a week. I saw them having lunch together at Patton Hall yesterday.”

“Ooh fancy,” Abby opened the vodka and began mixing the drinks “Mark’s a nice guy though, I think they go good together. Whoops, that’s a lot of vodka! You can have that one,” Abby giggled. She walked into the living room carefully carrying a pair of very full glasses and handed one to Jenny.

Jenny took a sip. The drink was very sweet, and indeed quite strong. “Ooof, you weren’t kidding!” She made a face.

“Blackout or backout!” Abby laughed. She plopped down on the couch. Her boobs bounced once then settled heavily, nearly touching her lap. “That’s a good episode. Here, check out this drinking game I found.” Abby said, handing Jenny her phone.

Jenny settled down on the couch next to her friend and read over the rules. “Ha! These are great, let’s do it!” She handed Abby back her phone. “I already took a sip though, so you have to take one too or it won’t be fair.”

Abby shrugged her shoulders and obliged. “Eww, it’s bitter. Oh well, cheers!” She stretched out her leg and clicked the play button with her foot.

The New Girls theme started to play, and both girls took another sip. For the first few minutes of the show the drinks came fast and furious. The episode was a classic with a lot of references and catchphrases being thrown around. Both girls had a fair share of giggles as keeping up with the rules of the drinking game became harder and harder. Soon both girls had finished their drinks. Jenny felt she had to pee.

“Can we pause this? I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Okay, I’ll make us another round, yeah?” Abby asked.

“Definitely.” Jenny handed her cup to Abby and got up off the couch. With a little effort, Abby lifted herself off the couch. Even with her back turned, Jenny could see the twin swells of Abby’s breasts peeking out on either side of her. They bounced gently as she padded over to the kitchen counter.
 
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Jenny was definitely feeling the effects of the drink now. She was quite pleasantly buzzed. She walked down the hall to the bathroom across from Abby’s room. Ella’s bathroom was closer, but Jenny felt weird about using it since she didn’t know Ella very well. Abby’s bathroom was painted bright blue. There was a wicker hamper full of laundry next to the sink. A big glittery shamrock was hanging on the door. She really went all out this year Jenny smiled to herself.

Jenny used the bathroom and washed her hands. Some clothes were hanging off the edge of the hamper. One article in particular caught her eye. It was the end of a band from one of Abby’s bras. Her curiosity getting the best of her, Jenny opened the hamper and dug out the white bra.

It was much bigger than she expected. Much bigger. Jenny knew Abby had a big chest, but this was ridiculous. The bra was colossal, a hammock of white fabric with sturdy foam cups, a thick underwire, and heavy duty straps. Each strap was two fingers wide. The undersides of the straps were worn smooth where they dug into Abby’s shoulders, pulled down by the immense weight and constant jiggling movement of her tits. The band extended along the front of the bra, beneath the cups, no doubt for extra support. Jenny flipped the bra over and counted five hooks. Five hooks. The colossal molded cups were each almost two handspans wide. The insides were worn silky smooth, no doubt from the strain of constantly supporting Abby’s gigantic udders. Jenny could have fit her entire head in one cup, with plenty of room to spare. Hell, a basketball would have fit comfortably in there. Each cup had more than enough material to make an entire one of Jenny’s B cup bras. The crazy part was, if the bra Abby was currently wearing was anything to go by, this enormous contraption was too small to fully contain her tits.

She found the tag and turned it over. The label was somewhat faded. Jenny could just barely make out the size.

32M

Jenny’s eyebrows shot up. 32M? She didn’t know they made bras that big. The largest bra Jenny could remember seeing on a store shelf was an F cup, on the clearance rack at Nordstrom. Abby was seven sizes larger than that. An F cup would be like a training bra for her, barely covering a quarter of her chest. Where the hell did Abby even buy bras that size? She probably had to order them online. Jenny remembered bra shopping with her mom during high school. It had always been a little awkward being in the fitting room with her mom. She couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Abby’s mother to watch her daughter try and squeeze her melon sized tits into bra after bra, finally realizing nothing in the store came even close to fitting her. It must have been more than a little uncomfortable to feel as flat as a ten year old girl in comparison to your own daughter. In high school Jenny had sometimes borrowed her mom’s sports bras for track. That couldn’t have been an option for Abby. Abby’s mom’s sports bras probably didn’t even have enough fabric to contain one tit, let alone cover both of her daughter’s massive breasts. She would have torn them apart.

“Jenny? The drinks are ready!”

Jenny jumped. It was Abby, calling her from the living room. She hurriedly crammed the colossal bra back into the hamper and positioned it more or less how she had found it.

“Coming!”

Jenny straightened her hair in the mirror and left the bathroom. She was feeling a little flustered. Seeing Abby’s bra, witnessing the sheer size of it, feeling its considerable weight in her hands, it had all left her feeling a little small in comparison. Abby had always been busty, Jenny was used to it nowadays, but seeing her bra in person and putting a number to her size had really given her a whole new perspective. 32M, that’s insane she thought to herself.

Abby was already waiting for her on the couch. She handed Jenny another drink.

“I put in more cranberry juice this time, I think it’s better,” she said.

Jenny took a sip and nodded. Abby hit play and they resumed watching. About twenty minutes in, Jenny noticed Abby adjusting her bra out of the corner of her eye. Due to the immense size of her breasts, Abby had to “put the girls away” quite often. First she lifted her right bra strap off her shoulder, hoisting up her tit, and tried her best to cram it back into its cup with her other hand. As soon as she let go of the strap the massive tit fell heavily back into place against her chest, wobbling gently. She repeated the process with the other boob, then shimmied her shoulders and gave both cups one last tug upwards. Her huge bosom bounced and jiggled with her movements. Despite her efforts, the bra was clearly too small to contain her tits properly. Jenny realized she was staring and quickly turned her attention back to the TV. Luckily, her friend hadn’t caught her looking. For Abby, the inevitable task of adjusting her bosoms was just her everyday reality and she did it without taking her eyes off the screen.
 
By the end of the episode both girls had given up keeping track of the drinking game and finished their drinks at their own pace. Jenny was surprised at how drunk she felt after only two cosmos. She hadn’t partied in a while.

“Want a beer?” Abby asked.

“Sure,” Jenny replied, “Corona?”

Abby nodded and got up. Her breasts wobbled mightily as she steadied herself on the arm of the couch. Jenny’s eyes were drawn to the movement, she couldn’t get that humungous bra off her mind.

“Haha, I’m a little tipsy!” Abby laughed.

“Same.” Jenny said.

Abby grabbed a pair of beers from the fridge and tossed one to Jenny.

“You like Drake, right?” Abby asked, twisting open her beer and taking a sip.

“Yeah,” Jenny replied, also taking a drink. After the sugary cosmos, the bitter taste of beer was a welcome change.

“Have you heard his new song? Here I’ll put it on.” Abby kneeled down by the laptop and pulled up the music video for the song. Her massive breasts hung low, nearly touching the tops of her knees. She stood up somewhat unsteadily and gestured to Jenny. “Dance party! Let’s go!” Abby laughed and began to sway time to the music. Her immense bust wobbled along, swaying back and forth a considerable amount despite the heroic efforts of her bra. The portions of her breasts that were bulging out the sides of her bra bobbed up and down.

Jenny laughed and got up off the couch. The song was pretty good. She held her beer in the air and started dancing along. The two girls shimmied around the living room, giggling and having fun. Both of them were fairly drunk, but what they lacked in grace they made up for with enthusiasm. The song ended and the next one began to play - an energetic hip hop song.

Abby stopped dancing and looked at Jenny. There was a mischievous glint in her eye. “Wanna dance in front of a thousand people?” she asked.

“Huh?”

Still smiling, Abby walked over to her computer and pulled up her Instagram page. Jenny knew Abby wasn’t very active on social media. A few years ago some of her Facebook pictures from senior prom got shared on a porn forum, and she had become pretty careful with her posting ever since. Although she hadn’t mentioned it directly, it was pretty obvious why the pictures got so much attention. Abby’s prom dress, despite being fairly modest and specially tailored for her large bust, could not hide the enormity of her breasts. Jenny remembered catching a lot of guys taking peeks at Abby that night when they thought nobody was looking. After the picture incident, Abby had made most of her social media accounts private due to the huge number of follow requests she had received. Despite this, almost thirty thousand people followed Abby on Instagram. Abby rarely posted pictures, but when she did they got thousands of likes and a lot of comments, especially if her boobs were visible in the photo. She had even gotten offers from softcore modeling agencies. In comparison, Jenny only had about a thousand followers, mostly friends and people from school, and was lucky to get a hundred likes on a new post.

Abby positioned the laptop on the coffee table and turned on the webcam. She brought up Instagram and started a livestream. She pushed the coffee table over a few feet and angled the laptop to get a good view of the living room.

“Let’s see how many people we can get! It’ll be fun,” Abby said.

Jenny was a little taken aback. Abby wasn’t usually so extroverted. She must be pretty drunk Jenny thought. Still, the idea did sound pretty fun. Jenny took a swig of beer.

“Okay, but I get to choose the next song!”

Jenny chose a lively Katy Perry song. The two girls started to dance in front of the camera. Jenny imagined she was in a music video. She closed her eyes, mussed up her hair, swung her hips, and stretched out her arms. The tempo sped up and so did Jenny. She laughed breathlessly and opened her eyes to look at Abby.

Jenny stared in awe. Abby had set her beer down and had both arms up in the air. She was mussing her hair swinging her hips too. But her hips weren’t the only thing that was moving.

The motion of Abby’s immense chest was an incredible sight to behold. With her arms raised over her head, both tits had settled into a huge natural teardrop shape. Each movement caused the fatty tissue to wobble and shift rhythmically, pushing against the confines of her bra. The lower portions of her breasts, encased in the fabric of her bra, wobbled gently from side to side. The tops of her tits, where the tight cups cut in and created massive swells of titflesh, shook like jello. Jenny could see Abby’s bra straps digging deep into her shoulders, straining against the mighty wobbling weight of her mighty juggs. Abby bounced up and down, her cleavage surging upward, smashing together, nearly crashing against her chin, then receded, only to bounce up again. Her breasts were like waves on a stormy ocean, powerful, surging, swelling, a force of nature.
 
Jenny looked at the computer screen. Abby hadn’t been kidding. There were over nine hundred people watching her stream. Nine hundred people watching Abby, watching her breasts. Hundreds of heart and fire emojis were flying across the screen, all for Abby. Jenny felt like she was invisible.

Abby leaned over to look at the computer too. Her breasts hung pendulously, and the beginning of an immense line of cleavage was visible beneath her shirt. Jenny realized that if she wanted to, Abby could have fit the entire closed laptop in the canyon between her breasts, like swiping a credit card.

“Wow, there are a lot of people,” Abby said, slightly sheepishly, “little pervs, haha!” she lifted the computer, “Here, let’s take a selfie!”

Jenny reluctantly stood next to her friend. She could feel the massive curvature of Abby’s huge soft right globe pressing into her as she leaned into view of the webcam. Jenny pretended not to notice her friend’s monster tit pressing into her and did her best to make a sexy face for the camera. Abby laughed and did the same. Abby smiled knowingly. She pointed the camera down a little and shimmied her shoulders. Her massive bosom quaked, and a flurry of appreciative emojis flew across the screen. There were well over a thousand people watching now. On screen, Jenny could see how small and pathetic her chest looked next to Abby’s. She knew nobody was there to look at her. Abby giggled and set the computer back down, adjusting a bra strap with her other hand. The motion of her tits had caused her bra to slide off a little on either side, overwhelmed by the weight of her shifting titflesh.

The girls kept dancing and drinking, but Jenny’s mind was occupied by something else. She couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy Abby’s boobs were giving her. A thousand people were online right now, watching them dance, but Jenny might as well have not been there at all for all the attention she was getting. Those people were there for one thing only: Abby’s tits. She was nothing compared to her friend. Jenny felt like a piece of wilted lettuce on a salad bar. She felt envious of Abby’s massive mountains, the incredible power she wielded, the way she could command the attention of thousands just by shaking her tits. Every man in the world would have chosen Abby over her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Jenny’s head was spinning with emotions. Jealousy, anger, sadness, inadequacy. She felt helpless. A reckless drunken impulse passed through her. She chugged down the rest of her beer, slammed it on the table, gave a whoop, and pulled up her shirt, flashing the camera.

“Oh my god! Jenny! You dirty slut, hahaha!” Abby laughed gleefully.

For Jenny, most details from that night would fade by morning. But she would never forget what happened next.

Abby grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands and pulled up. It obviously took some effort and tugging to get the shirt up and over the prodigious swell of her bosom. Abby pulled her blouse over her head, revealing her mighty breasts packed away in an industrial looking nude bra. Unlike Jenny’s lacy bralet, Abby’s bra was built for business, not for show. It had to be. Each cup looked big enough to fit a basketball with ease, but they were woefully too small to contain Abby’s mountains. There was enough material in each cup to make a whole nother bra for a regular sized woman. Abby’s boobs overflowed the enormous cups by a wide margin, jiggling wildly with her movements. They took up her entire torso, pouring over the edges of her bra, swaying back and forth with a ponderous weight. A canyon of deep pale cleavage extended from almost her collarbone to the bottom of the cups. The bra band extended all around her waist and underneath each cup, presumably for more support. Above each cup, where the material cut into her boob, was a hillock of titflesh, big enough to fill a D cup on its own, with smaller bulges by her armpits where the straps met the cups. Smaller was, of course, a relative term. Both of Jenny’s boobs put together weren’t even half the size of these overflows. Each bra strap was easily two fingers wide, cutting into her soft shoulders under the tremendous strain of supporting her bosoms.

With some difficulty, Abby reached around her back and began undoing her bra, leaning forward as she did so. Her cleavage lengthened and deepened even more, shifting, wobbling, and jiggling like sandbags filled with water. Despite its heavy duty design, the bra was incapable of completely containing the motion of her breasts. The clasp popped open, and Abby’s gargantuan breasts seemed to practically explode outward at the release of pressure. Abby stood straight, holding her bra against her chest. Her hands looked tiny compared to the vast tan cotton expanse of her cups.

“Woohoo!” Abby cried out wildly, and whipped the bra the rest of the way off.

Jenny’s jaw dropped. There, right in front of her, wobbling ponderously, were the biggest, roundest, most perfect pair of tits she had ever seen. And they belonged to her best friend. Unrestrained by her bra, Abby’s tits hung down to her waist. Considering their immense size and weight, they did not sag much. Each tit was incredibly round and full. Jenny could see light red marks left by the outline of her too-small bra. Her tits were so massive that instead of falling apart like most women, they jostled for space on her chest, creating a constantly shifting line of cleavage. Her nipples, erect from the sudden cold, stood out from plate sized pink areolas. Each was the size of a pencil eraser. Her areola were smooth and light pink, larger in diameter than Jenny’s entire breast. Laughing merrily, Abby bounced up and down, causing her naked tits to wobble and shake wildly. Unrestrained by her bra, her flesh mountains were free to move as they wished. They smashed together, rising up and nearly hitting Abby in the chin, before coming crashing back down. Jenny could hear an audible slap, slap, slap, as Abby’s giant globes clapped against each other. Red faced and giggling, Abby lifted her breasts from below. They were obviously immensely heavy. Her hands sunk deep into the soft titflesh, almost disappearing completely. She let go, and they came thundering back down against her belly.

Jenny felt sick. She covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom, not even bothering to put on her shirt. She knelt over the toilet, dry heaving. Her head was spinning. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen. How big they were. It was unreal. It was obscene. She puked.

“Jenny? Are you okay?” Abby asked from behind the door.

“Yeah,” Jenny replied weakly, wiping her mouth, “yeah, I’m fine. Just drunk.”

“Ugh I knew those drinks were too strong, I’m going to get you some water.”

Jenny leaned against the toilet, trying to calm herself. She saw the wicker hamper out of the corner of her eye. The huge bra strap was still hanging out, taunting her. She closed her eyes tightly.

32M!
 
Can't wait to hear more about Abby :)
 
Good story, but I found a logical mistake:

Abby was wearing a light blue top and black leggings. She was barefoot. Her thick dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders. Abby was a fairly average looking girl. Nobody would hesitate to call her pretty, but her face wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. There was something about Abby, however, that most certainly would stand out in a crowd. More accurately, two somethings.

Abby had the largest pair of breasts Jenny had ever seen on any woman, ever. Bigger than her mom’s, bigger than any of their teachers back in high school, bigger than any other girl Jenny had seen on campus. And she wasn’t even fat. Jenny wouldn’t have been surprised if Abby’s tits were the biggest in the whole country for a girl her size. Abby’s bust projected out from her chest nearly a foot, creating a sizable gap between her tummy and the hem of her shirt. Although her oversized blouse covered them completely, no article of clothing could hope to truly hide their unbelievable size.

Is she wearing a light blue top or an oversized bluse?
 
Good story, but I found a logical mistake:



Is she wearing a light blue top or an oversized bluse?

A light blue oversized blouse mayhaps?

Good catch. I am usually stoned out of my mind when I write, so slip-ups are common :p
 

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Ooo, nice. I was waiting, didn't even know you still existed at this point
 
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