Everybody Loves Large Chests Novels & Stories

I know I can't help but enjoy the conceit that comes with blatantly flaunting such a floppy, huge pair of tits because Donald told me they are "as big as they are beautiful." It was obvious that Donald's adoration for my breasts ran in the family, since his kid also displayed the same naive fascination. Tom reached out to me with a clear purpose, his other hand still holding onto his boxers. Fearing his fury, neither Donald nor I dared to intervene as the terror encircled us like an iron claw.

“Like, how do you even find bras that fit those things? Mine are so tiny I have to stuff sometimes for photos!” She laughed, cupping her own chest like she was making a joke. The room erupted in light chuckles. But I felt the heat crawl up my neck, burning my ears, making my cheeks sting. Because every single person in the room turned their eyes directly to my chest. Comparing. Judging. My chest felt too large. My body felt too big. My dress suddenly felt too tight. I wanted to cross my arms, to hide, to cover myself, to shrink into the carpet and disappear.

“It is a bit hard with this one, but she has those ridiculously large teets.” Marv instinctively looked down at her chest. She didn’t have massive boobs, but the point was Nyx could see them. At least that was the takeaway message for me. For Marv, the fact someone thought she was well-endowed seemed to be the important thing. She blushed and lowered the dagger.

Mary interrupted saying, "But guys are always staring at the girls with big titties and lots of cleavage. The big busted girls are always complaining that guys don't look them in the eyes but look at their chests." "Mary, not all guys are like that. Most of us would rather play with a titty in each hand and not the big sized ones that take both hands to hold just one. The big busted girls, as you put it, exaggerate the facts about guys looking at their chests so they can make girls with small manageable titties feel bad. I really love your titties and anytime you want them massaged, just let me know." I said with a broad smile on my face.

Suddenly she felt a huge body touch her from behind and he pressed the switch. She turned to look at him and she was facing his chest. Lucia swallowed in her empty throat, Seeing how huge his chest was, even inside his clothes. He must be a very sexy man. She thought. He had this killer body many ladies would fight for. She wondered how come She's never seen him talk about any woman, it wouldn't be possible for him not to have a girlfriend. He must have tons of women dying to be with him. and she was one of them.

Why didn’t she correct me? “Sure, Chelsey, was she nice?” “Nope. Look at this freaking shirt? My boobs are big but I think I could have easily fit into a medium.” She holds her arms out showing the shirt that is a sail at this point. I do notice her boobs though, they’re large on her small frame, with flared hips and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Yes I noticed, I’m a guy. “I don’t think she liked that you were watching me all day,” she says with a smirk.

Deborah opened her own arms and embraced her friend happily. "It's so good to see you Chelse," Deborah returned as she pulled her friend close. She felt their boobs mushing against each other through their shirts, fighting for limited space. Pulling back, Deborah smiled down sheepishly but Chelsea beamed. Deborah spared a glance down at her friend's cleavage poking out the top of her plunging blouse's neckline. While Chelsea was a small woman, who took painstaking care to stay slim and fit, she had been blessed with an ample chest. Deborah knew that Chelsea was just a D cup, but on her small frame, her tits looked massive, and they jiggled just as much as Deborah's own.

"Excuse me?" "You keep staring at my breasts." I adjusted the neckline of my dress, which only seemed to draw his attention back to them. "What is it with men and tits anyway? They're just fat deposits with nipples. Nothing special." "Is that what you think?" "Well, aren't they? I mean, half the population has them. They're literally everywhere. Billboards, movies, I*******m." I waved my hand dismissively. "Yet men act like they've discovered buried treasure every time they see a pair."

He trailed kisses down her chest, and she found herself pushing her chest out, trying to get his lips on her body. Caleb wouldn’t be pushed. He was the one in complete control. He flicked the tip of her nipple, circling the hard bud before gliding across her chest to do the same to the other nipple. “I love your tits. You’ve got the biggest pair in the Valley, and I love watching you walk.” “Why?” “They bounce, babe. No matter how tight you made your bra, you couldn’t keep these beauties contained, even if you wanted to. They’re big, and full, and begging for my mouth on them.”

The entire crowd reacted at once with gasps, cheers, and clapping. The display behind the curtain lit up beautifully, revealing giant campaign photographs of women of different body types and backgrounds, all smiling confidently beneath the glowing LovePlus logo. Some of the women were curvy, some slim, some tall, some petite, different skin tones, different styles, different stories, but every single one of them looked powerful. My chest tightened painfully at the sight. All these were real. I stepped closer to the microphone again while the audience continued clapping. “LovePlus isn't just a lifestyle brand. It's a reminder that nobody deserves to feel invisible,” I said softly and the hal