Ugliest Boobs Novels & Stories

a voice says as I step inside and slide the door close. I turn to look at the woman who was glaring up at me earlier. It is obvious that she has had a few works done on her body. Her breasts are so over size I'm sure her back hurts and I don't know how she sits on that large fake ass. Her waist is incredibly too small and her face is made to make her look like a Kim Kardashian. But an ugly version, with overly pouty lips that seem more like a bee sting. I can see her blonde tracks showing under her hair. I know that I have work done on my face as well, but honestly; it isn't that obvious.

She believes her ass gives her an awkward shape and would trade it for my hips anytime. Autumn wasn't seeing what others were, her behind didn't make her shape look awkward, it actually made it nice and blended well with her small hips. But she won't hear that one, hips and boobs are the ultimate killer and she was stuck with a svelte body that refused to add some weight, small boobs, and a stupid large ass. Again, her boobs were okay, the right size, firm and still round. The girl had a problem, she wanted my oversize ones.

She's too bossy and a bully. "You're late, twerp!" she snarled. Ah. The huge girl with probably the dumbest mind in history. She's a fat-boned girl, and her lips are too vast and pouty. They looked like a dozen bees stung them. Her eyes were small, and her nose looked askew. She probably broke her nose in a fight and never got it fixed. It's not that I find faults in other people's faces. It's just that there's nothing about her worth praising! Even her personality is monstrous.

And losing. Her breasts were positively oozing out of the thing, squashed upwards and inwards and sideways, so much bulging boobage it reminded me of the corset Taylor had worn to her house last Sunday. Beneath it, a washboard stomach shamed me. Isa glanced at the clock. "Yeah, we still got a little time. Here." Her arms reached behind her, an unseen clasp was undone, and an avalanche of tits came tumbling down Mount Isa. They were, in a word, incredible. The kinds of boobs I'd only ever seen in my dad's Playboys as an adolescent. Buoyant, symmetrical, perky, gravity-defying, mouth-watering, cock-stiffening teardrops.

"No... please tita, spare me, please." I pleaded repeatedly to the woman in front of me, hoping that she would release me from her hold. But instead of pity, she just laughed as if she was enjoying my begging. "No.. no.. no baby boy, your mother already paid me, so it's only right that I make the most of what she paid for," she grinned at me while slowly taking off her bra. As she finally took it off, her huge breasts came out, which I thought could reach her belly button. It sagged, but what really disgusted me was her extremely dark nipples. It looked like the typical breasts of old women, which is one of the things I fear.

Maybe because she was in a very loose fitting shirt or gown and bended her head the whole time to speak to the kid so I couldn't see her face. The middle girl was petite, dark skinned and what made my gaze linger on her is because she was on a white singlet and had no bra on. Her almost dropping boobs were sticked to the fabric, and it was her tits that turned me on. They were just stick to the fabric and I felt myself getting hard, I wonder if she was braless on purpose to derive stares. Finally my gaze settled on her face. She had the rabbit like teeth, just the way Bayo pointes out when we see a person with a teeth that stuck out. She was damn ugly and I would fuck her with a pillow cover

She adds and I narrow my eyes at her. "Elen, I understand your prejudice towards my body and fashion sense. But no injections or surgeries!" "Not even a bit. It would make you look better." "No. Not even a drop of it." I do have an inferiority complex towards my own body,that I know. But no way in hell am I going to modify it like that. I have never considered that looking good will change anything for me. Because it never has. I have moderate beauty and just having boobs and vagina gives me the spotlight when I am walking or standing anywhere. I don't even want that. I would honestly love it if people don't stare at me. The more they stare, the creepier it gets.

Zoey and Zara's mother materialized behind them, with hands placed on her waist, waiting for her daughters to explain everything but Zoey and Zara still haven't finished what they started off. "You always have to rob it on my face that I'm ugly and no one would literally like me no matter what!" Zoey screamed at the top of her lungs while painful tears cascading down her eyes. "Because that's the truth! Don't make it like it was my fault! It's not my problem you look like that, ugly face!" Zara shouted back, pointing at the dark patches almost covering half of Zoey's skin and body.

He frowned at it. annihilatorAK47 ×y'all shouldn't be so ignorant. Remember the waiter he'd kissed? Chelsea is so self absorbed that he'd looked past the fact that he'd literally harassed somebody at his workplace and had shamed him for having an 'unusual' face. Being beautiful is not just about having a pretty face and you Chelsea are the ugliest person I've ever seen. #chelseaugliestbitchintheworld Chelsea scoffed. What? He couldn't believe it. Who the hell did this person think they were?

I slowly pulled out the face mask for my face and looked up to look at Kayla, she stared back at me in shock, no it wasn't a shark it was in horror! "What is this what is going on here I don't understand what is going on Alexandria, explain." She demanded. "The truth is I'm not beautiful, I have lived with this face for 22 years now. I got bashed I got hated because of how ugly my face is, every single time my father beats me because he felt frustrated he felt like he doesn't have money and even his daughter is an ugly duckling, there was a day he beat me at night and I fought back and ran out of the house that's when I ran into Camille that night and she helped me.