“Ha!” Kat laughed. “Of course they have a weight limit. You can’t have a bunch of cows on the cheer squad!”
“No, it’s not what you think.” Jessica said. “They take pride in having the bustiest team in America, so they make sure that everyone weighs at least 140 pounds.”
“What?” Kat blurted. “I don’t get it.”
“I heard what Sean just said and he’s right.” Jessica explained. “Those girls have some serious knockers, and they’re competitive about it. They take enhancement pills, self-massage, but most of all, they add weight.”
“Fat cheerleaders?” Kat asked in disbelief.
“They’re not fat.” Jessica said. “Well, not all of them. They just want to have bigger boobs than any other squad in America, and amongst the group they all want to be the biggest. You should see them pack away ice cream, pie, pizza, you name it, the fattier the better, because they want their tits to balloon up more than their teammates.”
Kat’s head was spinning. 140 pounds? Minimum? Huge, bloated breasts? Competing for cup size? This was madness. And what’s more, this was what Sean wanted?
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