“Alright, Mom. I’m gonna hang out at Jenny’s. I’ll be back later.” Emily’s rumbling voice sent palpable quakes through the soft flesh of her chest. You groaned. Your sister's best friend lived a few doors down. The walk there would be anything but pleasant. Her breast quivered a bit with each step, pummeling you under it’s heavy bulk. You could barely breathe as pale skin flowed over you, totally entombing you in underboob.
If you somehow managed not to get smothered, you'd probably die of embarrassment. You didn't care to admit it but Emily was an obvious early bloomer. Despite her sometimes bratty, immature behavior, she'd hit puberty with a vengeance. In addition to height, she solidly outpaced her peers in the chest area. Though you often tried to ignore it, there was no way not to notice now. Her maturing breasts were absolutely massive.
You tried to squirm, hoping she'd notice your puny movements. It was useless. Emily's boob was just too big, completely immobilizing you beneath its doughy bulk. Her bra wasn't exactly helping either. You were pancaked by the foam interior as it squeezed her annoyingly developed bust. The size of a bug and stuck in your little sister's push-up bra. Great way to start the weekend.
Knock, knock. She was rapping at the door.
"Hey, Em." You recognized Jenny's voice as she greeted Emily. The girls began chatting, unaware of a shrunken eavesdropper. A number of heaving bounces signified your sister's ascent up stairs. You heard the muffled sound of a TV. They must've been in Jenny's room.
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