Ugliest Boobs Novels & Stories

"Lyla, why is that always your go to when it comes to tormenting women? Pinching nipples don't hurt as bad when they're fake." "How the hell would you know? Those little apples would hurt if I walked over there and pinched them, and so would the she devils nipples." She says crossing her arms with a huff. I look down at my b-cup size and pout. I was never gifted in that department, but I never really cared either. "Oh stop, you have the body of a model, meanwhile I'm over here with watermelons, trying not to fall over."

I swing the door open and she smiles at me, "you look stunning!" I look at her like she's popped out 10 extra head, "are you kidding me, my boobs don't fit, it's like a yard of fabric too long and look," I turn "the material is stretched so tight across my ass, I'm afraid if I fart I'll split it." Her laughter rings out and she shakes her head, "it won't be a problem, leave it on," she mind links the sales woman who appears within seconds.

“I pray your breath would stop this second…” “Enough is enough… someone please put the full stop on this lady’s topic. I no longer want to see this ugly face on social media...” “Thank god, I no longer have to pass on to you the fake comments. I have never said this to you but today I am saying it. You are the ugliest girl, I have ever seen in my life. No wonder why Shishir chose that PRETTY GIRL over you. And did I tell you that you are looking like a boiled potato with no hair… but still it suits your PATHETIC CHARACTER."

"I want to go down on u so bad." "my wife's in the other room. wanna watch you cum baby." None of them are from AnonymousGuy1. I take off my top and start playing with my tits, watching myself in the video player on my laptop. I know I have good tits. I'd developed fairly young and I have the biggest boobs in my class. Looking at myself on the computer screen I am happy with what I see. They are big but perky, and I like my nipples - they are small and subtle, more pink in colour than red.

“Did you just scoff at me?” “I mean, your face is buried underneath so much make-up that I almost mistook you for a clown, don't they tell you the truth? You look like a plastic doll, how do you breath? If Xandros will be chosing a wannabe ugly barbie with little boobs and a distorted shape as a Luna then may the goddess have mercy on us all!” I insulted and she gasped. I leaned in and whispered into her ears ‘Yes Thalia, they think you're ugly too and I overheard the girls saying you have no boobs!’

“Did you just scoff at me?” “I mean, your face is buried underneath so much make-up that I almost mistook you for a clown, don't they tell you the truth? You look like a plastic doll, how do you breath? If Xandros will be chosing a wannabe ugly barbie with little boobs and a distorted shape as a Luna then may the goddess have mercy on us all!” I insulted and she gasped. I leaned in and whispered into her ears ‘Yes Thalia, they think you're ugly too and I overheard the girls saying you have no boobs!’

I took a step forward and at the highest volume I could manage, I called out, “W* hoooooo.” The ogre immediately lost interest in the others and fixed its eyes on me. It’s hard to properly describe the face of something so hideous. Think of a boxer who should have retired from the ring a long time ago. Then make him play rugby. And give him a collapsed nose from doing too much cocaine. Now set his hair on fire so it only grows back in odd patches. That person would be Miss World compared to this monstrosity.

Jean's reaction was more thrilling than the university entrance exam announcement. "Alexa, you're so ugly. The ugliest woman in the world. Your face is like a baboon's. No man will love you, no one will even look at you. You will be an old maid, rotting alone until you die." These were the words Alexa's inner thought said to her. She loves to insult herself. All that self-deprecation ended when her new face was sculpted. But the fact that she had undergone extensive plastic surgery, and the had a drastically altered face from which her genetic code had designed her, made her feel strangely guilty. Although she often told herself:

She simply stares at me, wanting an answer. “Stubborn aren’t you…” I look into her gorgeous eyes, knowing the answer to that. “Yes. I won’t deny that you would be beautiful regardless of size… but this perfect body is a fucking bonus… I like big girls, big boobs, and a big ass.” I smirk cockily and she pouts, shaking her head. “Oh… poor small boobies…” she whispers, and I smile faintly. She can still somehow end up sounding fucking cute even when she’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt that stretches over her large breasts.

Raphael asks once I'm done dressing up. “Life is nothing without boobs and you know it. Life is literally nothing without boobs," I emphasise when I remember that mother's feed their babies milk through their boobs. “While ass is life, boobs are the solution to every life problem. Imagine coming home after a long day at work, resting on your chicks huge boobs while telling her how awful your day was. The softness of those bad boys would heal any real man and instantly make him feel better. That's healing bro... instant healing."