Pushing away her embarrassment at wearing her own older, tiny brother as a bra, Stacy skimmed around her room as she finished gathering everything she needed for her scholarship dinner ceremony. With practiced ease, your younger sister slipped into her gorgeous, eye-catching dress, small sparkles in the fabric shimmering as she moved. She spent a few minutes making sure both the dress and you were properly situated.
The dress hung tight against her body, and even tighter around your bra-shaped body. You could feel (with horribly uncomfortable detail) Stacy’s nipples digging into your face and crotch, even as the rest of her soft breast flesh pressed against the rest of you. Only minutes into this ordeal and your arms ached with the burden of holding up your sister’s chest, but you knew Stacy’s knots would hold, no matter the pain.
After dressing, Stacy called Shannon into the room, who helped her style her hair and apply some beautiful makeup. Shannon gushed repeatedly about how attractive her baby girl was, generating a deep blush in Stacy’s cheeks. That blush doubled in intensity when Shannon made an off-hand comment about Stacy’s sleek looking bra. Your sister barely managed a stuttering reply and tried not to think about your intimate position.
Once she was all dolled up, Stacy slipped her feet into a pair of her mother’s designer heels, and the left the house. Your mother desperately wanted to attend the scholarship dinner, but she had already scheduled lingerie photo shoots with her modeling agency weeks before Stacy’s dinner had been planned and couldn’t back out. So, Stacy had to drive herself to the party, but she held no resentment towards her mother. She even took solace knowing at least ONE other member of her family was tagging along…
The car ride to the event locale was a whole ordeal you weren’t even expecting to endure, as your sister’s boobs jostled quite intensely with each bump and pothole in the road. Due to her sheer dress, her abundant curves jiggled and quaked as she drove, soft flesh rippling against your body repeatedly. You groaned and tried to block out the feeling of your titanic sister’s naked flesh continually heaving against your body, but to little success.
Reaching the grand hotel where the dinner was being held, Stacy walked inside, only to be greeted immediately by her best friend, Vicky. Vicky, by an unbelievable stroke of luck, had been the second chosen winner of the scholarship. In typical Vicky fashion, her attire was stunning and questionably appropriate, her generous curves on display for all to see. Smiling from ear-to-ear, Vicky rushed to embrace Stacy.
“Oh my god, Stacy! You are an ANGEL!” Vicky declared, hugging Stacy tightly. Stacy’s cheeks lit up as she returned her best friend’s hug, not least of which was from the feeling of Vicky’s tits squeezing against her. Of course, Vicky’s breasts were also squashing into your own body, which produced the adverse side-effect of furthering crushing you into Stacy’s boobs. It was a vicious cycle.
“You…look beautiful too…Vicky.” Stacy spoke softly, biting her lip. Vicky flashed her an infectious grin, and the smallest hint of pink touched her face.
“Thanks girl! Let’s go grab our seats!” Vicky led Stacy by the hand into the banquet hall, and the ceremony commenced.
Compared to the initial crushing and molding, the bumpy car ride, and Vicky’s constricting hug, the actual scholarship dinner was simple. Boring, but simple. Stacy sat through the speeches, graciously accepted her reward, cheered for Vicky, and enjoyed a scrumptious meal curtesy of the hotel staff. The worst that happened was your body slowly being enveloped in hot sweat, rolling down Stacy’s boobs and pooling against your skin.
Near the end of the party, the waitresses served wine to every adult at the party, including Vicky and your sister. Feeling much more celebratory and excited than usual, Stacy downed multiple shots of wine, much to Vicky’s surprise. In fact, it wasn’t long before Stacy was giggling a bit more than usual, and had a slight sway to her steps.
Recognizing that Stacy was slipping far away from “good driving condition”, Vicky gently led your sister outside of the hotel and into the passenger seat of her own car. You had no clear idea of what was going on (what with your face firmly implanted against your sister’s boobs) but hearing Vicky’s voice and a car engine filled you with a growing sense of unease. Stacy was supposed to head right home and free you!
Reaching her house, Vicky led Stacy inside and up to her bedroom, where your giantess sister collapsed into a recliner chair by Vicky’s desk. Vicky sat back on her bed. She smiled dreamily as Vicky handed her a bottle of alcohol, and her friend grabbed one too. Clinking their bottles together in happiness of their new scholarship awards, the each downed one big swig.
And then Stacy took another swig, and another, and another. Soon, she had finished her entire bottle, and fumbled for another one that Vicky handed her. Her eyes glazed over with a misty haze, and she began laughing incessantly. Your dread now rose to a heightened sense of paranoia, and you tried wiggling or squirming to get your sister’s attention, but she had tied your arms and legs too tight to move.
An hour of drinking passed, and both girls were far from sober. Overcome with heat from drinking, they had long since shed their dresses, and sat only in their underwear. Vicky yawned and stretched, and Stacy finished another sip of her bottle before gazing intently at Vicky. Her breathing slowed down, and her heart began to beat steadily.
Suddenly, you cried out in silent anguish as Stacy’s gigantic nipple hardened, stiff flesh jabbing into your eyes mercilessly. The pain only lasted a moment, but that was because your sister had just as suddenly ripped the knots out of your arms, and you fell limply to the ground. Having landed cups-facing-down, you could see nothing, do nothing but hear what transpired next.
“OH! Whoa, Shhhtacy…” Vicky gasped. “Yer…yer…hee hee…toplesshhh!”
Your sister exhaled deeply. “Vicky…do you love me?” She asked softly, her voice quaking. You hadn’t known your sister was an emotional drunk.
“Hee hee…yeah! Yer shho pretty!” Vicky laughed. You heard the sound of a bed creaking.
“…then kiss me…” Your sister softly but forcibly demanded, her breathing hot and heavy. There was a long pause, and then the sound of Stacy and her best friend passionately kissing for nearly a full minute. Your jaw mentally hit the floor as you then heard Stacy seemingly tackle Vicky back onto her bed and kick things into overdrive. You had had an idea of Stacy maybe being into girls, but far from this extent.
Your shock turned to anguished pleading to any god listening to let you fall asleep, as Stacy and Vicky went at it for over an hour. For over sixty minutes you had to listen to them make love to one another, culminating in an ear-piercing moan from Stacy you didn’t think you’d forget for the rest of your life, and then the two girls fell asleep.
By a cruel ironic twist, you fell asleep a minute later.
Hours later, Vicky spoke. “Hey! Stacy! I’m getting you up now!” Vicky’s encouraging voice awoke both you and your sister. Still upside down, you fought to reform, but your body’s current shape was simply to firm to budge. You wondered if you would need outside help from Stacy to even return back to normal.
Stacy grumbled and groaned, sitting up and yawning. Vicky could tell by her pained expression she was suffering from a pretty bad hangover. Vicky, a veritable pro at drinking the nights away, was fit as a fiddle.
“Aw, your poor thing.” Vicky rubbed Stacy’s head affectionately, and planted a soothing kiss on your sister’s lips. Stacy returned her kiss, smiling slightly before wincing again. With help from her best friend, Stacy gathered up her clothes from the previous night and changed into them…
…except for one crucial mistake. In her hangover-constricted mind, Stacy swept up the first tan bra she found on the ground, which just so happened to be Vicky’s from a few days ago (Vicky wasn’t the best at upkeep). Unaware of her horrible error, Stacy changed into her clothes, and let Vicky guide her downstairs and to Vicky’s car.
While this exchange was going on, you could do nothing but scream mutely as your sister and only possible savior strolled right out of the room. Your worst fears had been realized…she had forgotten you, and left you behind at Vicky’s house!
Meanwhile, Vicky dropped Stacy off at your house, who was led inside by a thankful Shannon. Vicky promise to grab Stacy’s car from the hotel whenever she was feeling better, and then returned home. Practically flying on cloud nine, Vicky skipped up to her room once making it back home, and sighed euphorically, announcing her presence.
“OH GOD!” Vicky exclaimed. “YES YES YES!” She blushed brightly, and hugged herself with joy. She had had feelings for Stacy for years, but hadn’t wanted to encroach on their friendship. Still, she knew Stacy had been under the influence of alcohol, so she wanted to talk with her later and determine if this is how they truly felt and wanted to proceed.
Glancing around her room, Vicky put her hands on her hips. “Guess I should clean up in here if Stacy’s going to start coming over more often.” Somehow having some sort of sixth sense, your sister’s best friend (and now maybe girlfriend), walked right over to you and picked you up off of the ground. “Starting with this bra! Which…I don’t recognize at all.”
Vicky’s cold fingers sent chills across your body, and the massive girl flipped you over in her hands, peering at the inside of the cups of your bra-shaped body.
What does she say next?
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