Ava Addams Bra Size Novels & Stories

Meeting her biological mother took her by surprise, and she was flustered. "What's wrong? Are you interested in this outfit?" Astrid asked kindly. "Not really," Violet replied. She stepped back and lost interest in the clothes. After Violet walked away, Astrid turned to the staff and instructed, "Bring me a set in this size." "Alright." The staff walked over cheerfully, bringing the requested size. She went on to say, "This outfit was designed to flatter the wearer's figure; it won't show their belly." "The person I'm buying this for isn't overweight," Astrid replied with gentleness, affection evident in her eyes.

She had known the gala was approaching, but somehow, she had convinced herself that it was still far away. “That’s very close. I don't know what to wear or where I'll get a dress, especially when the gala is only two days away,” she said, panic evident in her voice. Evelina knew how difficult it was for her to find beautiful dresses as a woman her size. “Are you kidding me, Evelina? Are you forgetting that I purchased an entire store just so that we could add plus-size dresses for you and women who are your size as well?” Adrian reminded her.

Amber moaned softly, pressing the crotch of her sister’s panties firmly to his nose. “Oh, wow!” Tate gasped, breathing in the strong, intoxicating feminine scent. “Her and I have the same bra size,” the mother revealed, dropping both of their massive bras over his face. “We both wear 38J-cup bras, darling. Feel how soft they are.” She rubbed the silky cups all over his wonder-struck face. “Our big, heavy tits have been stuffed inside these cups all day, baby. All that warm, heavy flesh pushing and heaving against the fabric.”

Ava Anderson worked for the Masons in their huge mansion as a maid, and she'd been up since dawn, scrubbing and dusting every inch of the house until her arms ached. Her maid’s uniform, a black dress with a starched white apron, clung to her curves in a way that made her self-conscious, the fabric straining slightly as she bent to dust a priceless vase. At twenty-three, Ava was very pretty, with hazel eyes and chestnut hair she kept pinned neatly beneath her cap, though stray curls often escaped to frame her face.

I stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of the room. My stomach was round and soft. There were stretch marks on my waist and thighs, white lines like scratch marks that never went away. My arms were big and saggy when I lifted them. My breasts were actually large, but they were already loose and disproportionate to my body, which was also large. I turned my body, looking at my reflection from the side. My butt was wide and flat. No beautiful curves like the women in magazines. No slim waist that drove men crazy. But Adrian said he liked my body.

“Fuck; I think you’re too delectable not to share.” With an unspoken word from the others, they slowly undid their dresses in the same manner I had, the material springing open as they shrugged out of the blue fabric. If I wasn’t hard then, I was now; my cock achingly so as I took in each one. Addison had a simple cotton pink set on that had boyshort underwear that hugged her curves and the color emphasizing each bed and angle. The bra was thin enough that I could see her pebbled nipples through it as she wiggled out of both and stood there naked in front of me. Ada had a mismatched set with a black sports bra and hipster green underwear, a blush lighting her cheeks as she bashfully looked d

I splayed my palm across my mouth when I realised what I just said. I...I.. didn't mean to ask that! My God! "I..umm...the hooks just broke off yesterday and..and I can't wear it like that." She answered, sitting on the bed and turning her back just to prevent me from watching her more. Wow! Adeline's just so straightforward. "I'll add that to the list of things Nora would get at the boutique." "38." "Uh?" I wondered what she meant by that. "I mean, that's my bra size, you wouldn't want to get something that I wouldn't be able to wear."

{- THURSDAY DEC 5} This seems like a good time to pause briefly from my story to say a little about myself. My name is Marianne, which comes from my mother's side since she was born in Canada. As I mentioned already, I recently turned twenty-one. I'm 5'5" tall and, although I've never considered myself overweight by any means, I would best describe my build as somewhere in between petite and compact. My hair is long and straight. It's mostly a medium brown, with strands of natural blonde highlights. I have deep blue eyes and seasonal freckles (which are currently "out of season"). My breasts are not too big, but also not too small. I would say "medium", but with nothing to compare it to, tha

The bra came loose, straps hanging off her shoulders for a second before I slipped them off. Ava’s arms hung limp, hands open at her sides. She made no move to cover herself. Her breasts were small, pale with these pale brown nipples that looked almost drawn on, fake as prosthetics. She didn’t shiver in the cold, didn’t even seem to notice that she was nearly naked. It was like being watched by a mannequin. I kneeled, worked at her jeans. She’d lost enough weight that they slid right down without much resistance. Her hip bones were shocking—razor sharp, the skin stretched thin and almost blue in places, bruised from where she’d clearly been running into things and never noticed.

He loved spoiling me, so I let him within limits. My eyes were wide with excitement when we got to the other boutique. We all started out with being sized. Mine had gone up half a cup size, so I got new bras for now and for when my breasts grew more. I looked in the mirror and imagined what Kade would think if he saw this. It was a maroon babydoll that was made of see-through lace. There was a black bow between my breasts and then it opened entirely, showing my bump. Kade and Tyre both thought the bump was sexy as hell, and that was their honest opinion.