Ugliest Boobs Novels & Stories

Those are only called 'breasts' for a lack of a better word. Charli would then yank her curtains off, shutting herself from the outside view much to my relief because what I saw just gave me second hand embarrassment. She could really use a boob jobor maybe she hasn't fully blossomed because there's no way she looks like a crooked twig whereas her mom was thick with bulging higs and perfectly rounded breasts .Genetics failed her, I suppose.

Ahh yes, Missy and Ellie—a study in contrasts. Missy was your typical California bleached bomb bimbo. She was 5" 5", 129 pounds and had size 32 E tits along with a well-shaped set of legs and a super sweet ass. Her skinny size 22 waist made her large, enhanced boobs look gigantic. The father cared little they weren't 100 percent real; hell he paid for them. What mattered was the best plastic surgeon in all of Southern California had done his job well. Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic.

She gave me a dirt making me look back to my book. I see barbies heels appear in front of me almost blinding me and I cringe knowing she was about to insult me. "You're outfit is god awful, did you not look in the mirror before you left?" She remarks and I immediately regret even sitting here. Also, I really liked my outfit, kept me nice and warm and also looked super cute. "This is why I don't get along with girls here, you all dress horribly!" She speaks again.

The question hit her and her face lit up. All this while that I have been thinking I am an ugly ass unfortunate bitch that shouldn’t be in the world in the first place, what makes me ugly, like what is the problem with me. A lot of women have big noses, a lot of lips, big eyes, something that makes them imperfect in the eyes of both men and women so what do I have that makes me ugly? Let's go find out, shall we...

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.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

But before I could finish, Esther straightened up on the couch, puffing her chest out, eyes locked on Isolde. “You heard right! Aren’t you plastic though? Haven’t you had most of your body done by now? Your face is fake,” her gaze dropped lower. “Your boobs are fake, your ass is fake, and your personality? Fake too. Everything about you is fake and you know the funny part? None of it made you look better. In fact, you look worse. You weren’t exactly pretty before, but at least you didn’t look like a doll that melted in the sun. And you have the nerve to call Isla ugly? Please. Look in the mirror– though I’m sure even you get scared when you do.”

From inside a luxurious penthouse, Joan was munching on potato chips while watching TV. Comfortably sitting back on the leather seat, she scorned the actress on TV, "look at that? Those boobs are absolutely fake! Who likes them?" She turned to Cole and probed, "Do you like them?" Cole's eyes panned to the direction of the TV before saying, "They were soft." "Urrgghhh! You mean you and - that - " He merely nodded and said, "She is blonde." "I can't believe this. I just can't! Natural is better!" Joan exclaimed, thinking about Shantal Lin's breasts. "That's the problem with men like you! You only see the superficial things!"

"He's very attractive." "He's cute, but his demeanor needs some work," I said, recalling the remark about my breasts. Didn't he know how to be polite? Didn't he realize how embarrassing that was? I examined my clothing, making sure nothing was sticking out or straining. How could it have been my fault that my boobs were too big for my body? Or that merchants I could afford didn't make "small torso, big chest" size? And he didn't have to say anything about it straight away.

Now, as I stand inside my walk-in closet, I'm already regretting ever making this suggestion. I'm curvier than most girls—my boobs are bigger than the average and so is my ass. So far, the three dresses I have tried have done nothing but highlight my insecurities. My curve looks rounder than it should. My boobs are spilling over than they should and my fat thighs keep rubbing together with every step I take. Nikolai's lackluster response compounds every issue in 3D What the hell was I thinking? Why do I have to make a disgrace of myself in front of Nikolai? God knows, I must have a penchant for embarrassing myself.