World Cup 98

by

Axolotl

Educational note: the word 'football' in this story means Association Football, shortened to 'soccer' in some parts of the world. Some extremely large breasts are described.
© 1998 Axolotl

 

"This is ridiculous," Wendy complained gloomily as a mass of data scrolled down the screen. Her classmates watched over her shoulder without enthusiasm.

"Why'd he set us a project about the World Cup?" Josie whined. "Girls aren't interested in football?
Jill was hovering on the outskirts of the group, as usual. She breathed on her huge glasses and polished the lenses with the sleeve of her blouse. "The project isn't about football," she reminded them with one of her sniffiest sniffs. "It's about the intelligent and effective use of search engines. You haven't refined your search enough, Wendy. That's why you've got fifty screenfuls of stuff with 'World' and 'Cup'."
"Oh, that's great, smart-arse! I suppose you've only got six pages to wade through."
"Two, actually," admitted Jill, in her role of official class swot. "I suppose I'll get top marks again." She sighed heavily. "I'll give you a tip, though. Mr Shadbolt told us to look specifically for sites to do with the World Cup that have been produced by schools. You should have included the word 'School' in the search as well." She smirked superciliously and moved away with her nose in the air.
"Bitch," Wendy muttered. "Do you suppose old Shagbat gave us a football project on purpose, just to be awkward? I wonder what he gave the boys?"
Josie knew all about what the boys were doing. "Theirs is about Women's Golf," she said.
"That proves it. Either he's given us the wrong ones on purpose, or he's going senile. He must be nearly thirty-five."
"I hate to say this," Maggie Arnold admitted. "But Jill was probably right. It's not about football or golf, or anything. It's about how to do an efficient search. What did you type into the box, Wen?"
"'World Cup', of course! That's what the subject was. Or weren't you paying attention."
Maggie bit her lip. You argued with Wendy at your peril. "You could have put another word in there to narrow it down. 'School', like Jill said. And 'France', say, or '1998'."
"I don't have to help you lot, you know," Wendy blustered, hammering away at the keys. She added the word 'school' to the search box and sat back to watch in disgust as the screen instantly filled up again. "I could quietly do my own project without dragging you all along with me. Anyway, it's nearly three thirty. I'm going to print this lot out and we can check out some of the pages on the list tomorrow." She clicked on the print button and they all watched glumly as a message appeared:

Printing Page 1 of 23

Maggie hesitated. "Wen, I could take over, if you want to get away. My bus doesn't go until nearly four. And maybe I could check out some of this stuff at home tonight. My Dad's away so I could use his computer."
Wendy looked suspicious. "What's got into you all of a sudden?"
"We've got to finish the project by tomorrow night, that's all. If we have to look through twenty-three pages tomorrow, we'll get bogged down. Jill's finished hers already. And if our team comes bottom of the class again, old Shagbat'll give us extra homework at the weekend. Last week, we even came behind all the boys!"
Even Wendy saw the logic of that argument. Although she didn't mind her team being last of the girls, finishing behind even one of the boys' teams was a humiliating experience. "Okay, Mags," she said. "If you're sure you can handle it?"
"I'll do my best," Maggie promised.

 

 

Maggie handed the dog-eared pile of sheets to Wendy, who wrinkled her nose. "You've crossed them all out," she said.

"Not all of them. I narrowed it down to three sites, and from what I saw last night, they've got loads of information. They're the ones highlighted in yellow."
Wendy brightened. Perhaps they would do okay at this project, after all. Good news — she had a heavy date with Jamie Andrews arranged for the weekend, and with any luck, she was going to get herself comprehensively laid. She was going to fuck the deliciously hunky Jamie until his balls shrivelled up like raisins. She was going to do it in more positions than there were in the Kama Sutra. She was ... she scanned the last sheet. "What's this one highlighted in pink...?"
"I was going to tell you about that. It looked interesting. Nothing to do with football, nothing to do with the World Cup, but interesting. I had a look at the site. It's about..."
"...if it's nothing to do with the World Cup, we're not interested, are we...?"
"...it's about big tits," Maggie ended.
Wendy blinked at her. "Tits?"
"Big ones."
"I didn't do a search for tits. I never even mentioned tits."
"You didn't search for them, but you found some. I'd show you the site now, but it's got a big picture on the front page. If old Shagbat comes round and sees that on the screen, we'll be doing extra homework every weekend until we're as old as he is."
"What sort of picture?"
Maggie blushed. "A girl with really big boobies."
"You can't get that sort of site on the school computers," Wendy said scornfully. "The boys have all tried. Anyway, like I said, I didn't search for tits."
"You searched for 'World' and 'Cup' and 'School'. This is a Japanese page. Something about the 'Search for the Schoolgirl World Champion Bra Cup Size'. Something like that. A contest. With Expensive Cash Prizes for Winners."
Wendy looked down at her own burstingly generous rack. "I could enter for that," she mused. "I'm big for my age. In fact, I'm very big for my age. In fact, I'm very big for any age!"
"You weren't as big as this girl in the picture, Wen. And she was Japanese."
"No Japanese girl is as big as me," replied Wendy with total conviction.
"This one was. About twice as big. And she was a schoolgirl, too. She had a school uniform on. Like a sailor suit. But her tits were huge."
"They're silicone," sneered Wendy. "She's cheating. I bet if I entered, I'd get an expensive cash prize."
"You wouldn't win it. I know yours are easily the biggest in the class, Wen, but this Japanese girl was vast, compared to you. She had an N-cup, it said."
"Nobody's that big," Wendy mumbled. "Especially not a Japanese girl. How old was she?"
"It didn't say. But her bust was 112 inches!"
"A hundred and twelve? You're talking out of your fat arse again, Arnold!"
Maggie was sensitive about having a forty-three inch hip measurement, thanks to her shamefully large buttocks. "Maybe it was centimetres, then. Whatever it was, she was bigger than you."
"What are you two in a huddle about?" Josie bent over Wendy's desk and grinned conspiratorially. She had made sure while bending over that she was presenting a view up her short skirt to the boys on the other side of the room. She hoped they had a good view. She knew they'd be looking.
"Tits," said Wendy. "Ms Arnold reckons she knows a Japanese schoolgirl with a 112-inch bust!"
"Centimetres. I'm sure it was centimetres..."
"Either way," said Wendy. "She's cheating. I could win that contest, I bet."
Josie stuck out her pert rump a little more and twitched it from side to side a few times. Her tits weren't really her best feature. "What contest? I thought we were trying to finish this World Cup project by tonight."
"I found an interesting page on that list Wendy printed out last night. About a contest to find the schoolgirl with the biggest bra cup size in the world. There were expensive cash prizes. It was a Japanese page..."
"You can't read Japanese," Josie interrupted, rubbing her thighs together and pressing her groin more firmly against the edge of the desk.
"It had English on it, too. A bit weird, but it made sense. And it was definitely like I said. That was clear enough. And there was a picture of this big Japanese girl with huge boobs."
Josie was sceptical. "It's a rip-off. He's got this girl, maybe a model, or something. He'll make sure she wins the top prize."
"What for? What would be the point?"
"Maybe he's a sad geek who wants to collect a load of e-mail addresses of big-busted girls. What does he tell you to do?"
"I can't remember," said Maggie. "And we daren't look at the page, not here."
"We'll all go to your house, then," said Wendy firmly. "This afternoon."
Maggie and Josie gasped. "This afternoon? You mean bunk off school?"
"It's only old Shagbat. If we can finish this World Cup project and hand it in by lunchtime, we can tell him we're going to look up some more sites for background material. Then we'll slip away and catch the bus."
"It's a bit risky," said Maggie. "Why are we doing it?"
"So I can enter the World Cup contest, of course. We can share the expensive cash prize, split it three ways. You scared, or what?"
"No!"
"Come on, then! You up for it, Jo?"
"It's a nice afternoon! We'll check this site out and go for a walk down to Mag's. We might see some boys..." Josie was feeling increasingly horny.
"Sounds like a better idea than rubbing yourself off against the corner of my desk," said Wendy. "Come on then, Mags, get your fat arse in gear..."

 

 

"There's a load more on the page than there was last night, look," said Maggie. As this was her Dad's computer, she was sat in the driver's seat.

"I still reckon she's got implants," Wendy pouted, breathing heavily over Maggie's left shoulder. The girl on the screen was indeed huge.
"You can't really tell with Japanese girls, but she does look older than a schoolgirl," Josie pointed out. "Maybe she's not in the contest, she's just there as a come-on. You could still win this. Why don't you enter. Click that button there..." Josie grabbed at the mouse.
"No! You have to send a photo as an attachment." Maggie pointed to a paragraph further down. "Let's read the rules first. And there's this other page, with the list of entries so far..."
"Where?" Wendy was sweating slightly with excitement. "You mean they've got a list of girls already?"
"It says so ... there...!"
They watched in silence as a page began to reveal itself on the screen, an interminable list of names, with their home countries, bust size (in centimetres, naturally), bra cup size, age ... and little thumbnail images of each one.
"Fucking hell!" said Wendy, stunned. "They're all gigantic!"
"They're older than you," Josie did her best to offer comfort. At the same time, she was doing her best to give herself comfort, rubbing her groin against the back of Maggie's chair.
"Not all of them," Wendy mourned. "Look at that one!"
They all had to admit, the one Wendy was pointing at was not only claiming to need a 36P-cup, she was also claiming to be fourteen at her last birthday. And she made Wendy look like an undernourished boy.
Josie licked her full lips. "Wendy, I've got an idea. Don't be upset, will you...?"
"What about?" Wendy sat staring at the screen, her chin in her hands. Maggie had clicked on the thumbnail of the fourteen-year-old, whose pert elfin face was now appearing, followed by a pair of pert but decidedly un-elf-like breasts. She was perhaps a little overweight at 51-31-41, but this contest was about cup sizes, nothing else.
"We could still win this. How about if we persuaded Virginia...?"
"Virginia?"
"Virginia Mackerel."
Wendy looked up, dull-eyed. Virginia Mackerel was a couple of years older. "What about her? She's a fatso."
"No, she's not. Nobody ever sees her without her clothes on. She's excused games. But I've seen her." Josie looked uncommonly pleased with herself. "She could win this. She's got the hugest tits!"
"Virginia? Huge? Not as big as those!" Wendy pointed at the screen hopelessly. The fourteen-year-old from South Carolina grinned chubbily back at them, mocking.
"I saw her on her first day last year. Remember?" Josie had their full attention. She turned a chair backwards and straddled it. Josie could never seem to sit on a chair without flashing her perpetually-moist crotch. "I had a sprained wrist, and couldn't write, so they made me show this new girl round the school. She had this note from her doctor, excusing her from games and PE. Well, she had to show it to Miss James. So I took Virginia down to the gym, and Miss James was in her little changing room. Well, I hung around outside the door, and they didn't close it properly..."
"Yeah?"
"Go on!"
Josie's audience were both flushed and becoming noticeably aroused. So was Josie. This was fun! One hand crept tentatively between her legs as she continued her narrative.
"I heard Miss James ask what the note was for, then she read it. 'The size of your breasts?' she said, really loud. I pricked up my ears. 'How big are they?'"
"She's a lezzie, is Miss James."
"She's got a moustache."
"I know. Anyway, she told Virginia to take her shirt off. She had to ask her twice. I was looking through the crack in the door, and Virginia was like facing my way. And she sort of undid her shirt."
"Wow!"
"And you could see everything?"
"Nearly! I was glued to the crack in the door, and getting really really soaked! She didn't want to take it off, though, until Miss James got really stroppy and told her that if she didn't let her look properly, she'd tear up the doctor's note and make her spend an extra hour every night doing exercises until she had a more a acceptable level of fitness."
"The bitch!"
"Yeah! So Virginia took her shirt right off."
"And were they huge?"
"She had a bra on. A great big white one, made of cotton. The shoulder straps were like ... this wide!" Josie held her fingers about two inches apart. "And the cups were like ... as big as carrier bags!"
"Tesco bags?"
"Or Safeway's?"
"Or Sainsbury's," Josie confirmed happily. Her legs were now wide apart and she was openly rubbing herself. "But still, Miss James wasn't satisfied!"
"The dirty cow!"
"Yeah! She started tugging at Virginia's shoulder straps. There was so much tit in those cups, it was bulging over the top and out the sides, under her arms..."
"You mean, like this?" Wendy, deeply flushed, suddenly tore open her school blouse and revealed her bra. It wasn't really big enough for her.
"A bit like that," Josie admitted, "but on a much larger scale!"
"Jesus!" said Maggie. Wendy said nothing, stroking her exposed flesh and chewing her lip.
"Anyway, Virginia took her own shoulder straps off. Her shoulders were all red where the straps were digging into her. Like deep sort of valleys? Once she had her straps down, her whole bra kind of sagged downwards, so it was down past the top of her skirt."
"Her bra? Right down there?"
"Yeah! And then Miss James made her turn round, and she did, and it had got ever such a wide band at the back, only it had slid down nearly to her waist, and she was like really really skinny..."
"How skinny?"
"Skinny as Jill!"
"Fuck me! Nobody's as skinny as Jill!"
"Virginia is! And this bra, it was this wide at the back." Josie held her two hands apart, horizontally. An improbable distance apart.
"How many hooks did it have?" Wendy spoke in a hoarse croak.
"None at all. It was velcro. Miss James tried to unhook it, and it didn't come undone, and Virginia had to tell her how to do it."
"She undid her bra?"
"Yeah! And took it right off! Then she told her to turn round again."
"And she did?"
"And you saw?"
"Yeah! They were fucking gigantic!"
"How big, Jo?"
"Down to here," Josie scrambled off the chair, stood up and demonstrated with her hands. "And even though they hung right down here, they still stuck out miles. Not forwards, more like sideways. Out here." Again, she held her hands out, wider than her hips.
Total silence greeted her. Josie was aware of a feeling of extreme wetness. Surreptitiously, she rearranged her underwear. The other two noticed the movement, and did the same, as if reacting to a yawn. All three girls were absolutely sopping.
Josie's voice shook as she continued. "Anyway, it went all quiet in there, then Miss James said she could get dressed again, but she told Virginia she would have to come back and see her once a month. And she even asked her when her period was, and everything, and I could hear her marking it on her calendar with a squeaky marker pen. Then Virginia came out, and she was all red and shivery. She didn't say anything about it. We walked back to the school office after that. I was so wet, it's a wonder she couldn't hear my pussy squelching. But Virginia didn't look anything like as huge with her clothes on. They really disguise her boobs."
"Wow!"
"She's bigger than her?" Wendy indicated the girl on the screen.
"Miles bigger than her!"
"Let's do it, then! First thing Monday morning. We'll need a photo of Virginia..."
"Without her clothes on..."
"It won't be easy..."
"I'll have a word with her," said Wendy. "Leave it to me!"
They were still staring spellbound at the monitor. The girl abruptly disappeared, to be replaced by an aquarium full of fish.
It broke the spell. Maggie gasped. "My Dad will be home in half an hour." She sniffed the air, heavy with girl-musk, and opened a window wide.

 

 

"Hi, Virginia!"

The Senior girl looked at Wendy with surprise. Younger girls rarely spoke to her. Nor did Seniors, for that matter. "Hi! It's Wendy, isn't it?"
Wendy squirmed in mock delight, like a pleased puppy. She fell in alongside Virginia. "That's right. There was something I wanted to ask your advice about. Something personal."
Virginia frowned, puzzled. "Advice? But I don't know..."
"It's really really personal, but I'm sure you could help me. It's a girl thing..."
"Girl? How do you mean?"
"Can we walk out on to the playing field? If you're free for ten minutes?"
"Sure. I was only enjoying the sunshine."
Wendy looked at Virginia curiously. For a sun-worshipper, she was displaying the minimum of naked skin. Her skirt was forbiddingly long, below her knees, down to where her white socks were pulled up. Her blouse was buttoned at the wrists and up to the neck. She even had her collar turned up and was wearing large sunglasses. There was no indication at all that the girl was anywhere near as well-developed as Josie had so vividly described. She just looked horribly dumpy.
Wendy unfastened another button and peered down into her creamy cleavage. She was wearing her shortest skirt. This was in fact a deliberate ploy to excite Jamie Andrews, who had serviced her so enthusiastically — if briefly — on Saturday evening. Her blouse was tight and revealingly translucent, showing the shadow of a scarlet bra, cut deep in front and pushing Wendy's cleavage up like a pair of large pink grapefruit. With any luck, the erotic display would serve its purpose equally well with Virginia.
"It's my breasts," Wendy said bluntly, aiming her chest slightly to the right. Virginia reddened instantly. "They're a bit of a problem for me. I've got a feeling you know the sort of problems."
"Me? I don't..."
"Yours are bigger than mine, aren't they? I can tell..."
"You can?" Virginia peered at her chest with concern, becoming even more round-shouldered than usual.
"Oh, yeah! My boyfriend mentioned it first. Boys know! Actually, it made me a bit jealous when he mentioned you! Jamie loves huge breasts!"
"Jamie Andrews? He mentioned my ... he mentioned me?"
"Yeah! He was sucking my nipples at the time, and he goes, 'you know your tits, Wen?' And I goes, 'yeah, what about them?.' And he goes, 'what cup size are yours?' So I goes, 'don't be a cheeky little sod!'"
"What did he say then?"
"He laughed. So I told him I'm a 34 triple-D cup. That's the same as an F. Actually, I'm forty-one and a half inches, so this bra is right on its last set of hooks and I'm nearly bursting out of it when I breathe." Wendy demonstrated more or less what she meant. "And he goes, 'that Virginia Mackerel's bigger than you up top. But she don't like boys...'"
"Who told him that?" Virginia mumbled uncomfortably.
Wendy shrugged. It did interesting things to her cleavage so she did it again. Virginia turned away quickly, blushing. "Don't get me wrong. I like boys," sighed Wendy, "but they're so ... you know...?"
"I know?"
"I prefer girls," Wendy declared daringly. She allowed her hip to touch Virginia's as they walked. The contact was surprisingly hot, and Wendy felt a shudder run through her.
"Oh!" They strolled on in silence for a while.
"Do your shoulders hurt?" Wendy asked softly.
"Hurt?"
"With the weight of them?"
"Not as bad as you think, really," Virginia confided, and Wendy felt a little surge of excitement. "My shoulder straps are very wide, and my latest bras are padded. It's not my shoulders so much as my back. And my feet."
"My back hurts sometimes," Wendy agreed, delighted with the trend of the conversation. "But my feet are okay. But you're probably so much bigger than me, so your feet must hurt more. Your shoes are smaller, too."
"I know. It hurts right up my legs sometimes, at the end of the day. You wouldn't believe how heavy they are..."
"Your shoes are heavy?" Wendy asked, mystified.
Virginia giggled surprisingly and Wendy felt herself melting. "Not my shoes, silly. These things!" She waved a hand across her chest.
"I'd love to see them," said Wendy, finding herself blushing deeply at the thought. "I'd show you mine!"
Virginia looked into the darkness of Wendy's cleavage and licked her lips. Her voice quavered and she had to cough to clear her throat. "Not now. Not on the sports field..."
"All right, then. Later. At my house? You could come home to tea. Mum wouldn't mind."
Virginia looked at the younger girl. Wendy looked back at her, blushing innocently. They both grinned.
"Okay! How about tonight?"
"Sounds good to me! We could do our homework together."
"But I'm two years ahead of you," Virginia laughed, then became serious. "In school work, at least. Wendy, could I ... I'd like to ask you something, tonight. About boys?"
"We can talk about boys if you like. As well as our boobs!" A bell sounded distantly. "Wow! We'll be late for afternoon classes. I'll see you straight after school, okay?"

 

 

Wendy checked her school bag. Homework, all in there. Mustn't forget that. And the reassuring weight and bulk of the camera. Maggie had told her how to use it. It was horribly complicated, but Maggie assured her it would work.

Virginia appeared, hurrying down the steps. "Sorry I'm late," she exclaimed breathlessly. She was blushing prettily and Wendy felt her tummy turn over in anticipation of the evening ahead.
"We've still got five minutes before the bus goes. "What homework have you got tonight?"
"Homework?" Virginia's face was blank. Then she grinned. "Have you got a dog at home?"
"A dog? Yes."
"I have a nasty feeling he's going to eat my books...!"
During the bus ride home both girls were hosts to a stomach full of butterflies. This is ridiculous, Wendy thought. I didn't even get this excited before Saturday night with Jamie. Her mother was glad to see that Wendy had brought a friend home. It would ensure that the girl did her homework properly, for a change. Wendy's latest report had placed her 19th in her class, lowest of all the girls. Only boys were below her. It was shameful.
"Take your dinner upstairs with you, then you won't be disturbed," she told the girls, smiling fondly as the two new friends hurried upstairs and closed the door.
"Is it true, she won't disturb us?" Virginia asked, looking out of the window as if planning her escape.
"She won't come up," said Wendy. "She even left Jamie and me alone on Saturday night. We were fucking for nearly a quarter of an hour! On the bed."
Virginia had just sat down. She leapt to her feet. "This bed?"
"It's the only one there is."
"You did it? With a boy? In there?" She stared at the bed as if expecting to see some tangible evidence.
"Not actually in bed. Just on top. If Mum had come up and found us in bed, we'd have been right in the shit. But I'd got all my clothes off. So had Jamie." Wendy's voiced tailed off and she touched herself through her skirt.
"You'll tell me all about it, won't you? After we've..."
"Of course!" Wendy prowled round the bedroom. "Is it me, or is it hot in here?"
"It's hot. I thought it was just me..."
"It's both of us." Wendy licked her lips. "We might be more comfortable if we took our things off." She slipped two fingers into the gap above her top blouse button, easing it open. Her fingers glided on down to the next button, slipping smoothly across her mounded breasts. The tight blouse seemed to give a little sigh of relief as each button was released. More of the bright red bra was appearing in the vee of her well-filled neckline. Wendy seemed to change her mind, and turned her attention to her skirt. "This is so tight, too," she coo-ed softly, unhooking it at the waist. She began to work it down her womanly hips. "I bet my hips are tons bigger than yours," she said, as the skirt finally slid down to her thighs, her knees, her calves. She stepped out of it, wearing only her blouse, bra and panties. The blouse hung almost straight down from the jutting peaks of her rounded breasts, leaving her scarlet panties half in shadow. The cool breeze from the window was bringing a chill to her crotch, and Wendy knew she was really wet down there. If only she could see herself. These red panties probably made her wet patch look terribly obvious...
Virginia had sunk down on to the bed again, transfixed by Wendy's amateur striptease. The young girl was gloriously stacked. She could scarcely wait to see those magnificent globes fully revealed. And that flat tummy, and everything else. "Don't stop, Wen," she whispered. "Take your blouse right off. Please!"
Wendy pulled herself together. Her thoughts had wandered off on their own private track. Extremely private. She had to look down at her bosom to remind herself how far she had progressed. Her nipples felt huge inside the too-tight bra. And there was so much of her spilling over the top of the cups. "I think I must have grown at least another inch since this morning," she giggled. "I'm so full!"
"Take it off, Wendy!" Virginia bleated.
"You want to see my tits? But they're so much smaller than yours."
"Yours first, then you can see mine. I need to see yours before I dare show you mine. Nobody's ever seen mine before."
Apart from Miss James, anyway, Wendy said to herself. But we can add one more to the list in a minute. She casually undid one more button at the top of her blouse, pulling her shoulders back so that it strained dangerously across her bosom. There were just four buttons left, and one of those was right on the very crest of her swelling bust. She turned her attention to the lower buttons, swiftly and efficiently undoing them until only that final one remained. She shook her shoulders from side to side, watching as her masses of breast wobbled from side to side, up and down, in and out, round and round. "Shall I take it off now, Virginia?" she teased. "Oops! That's saved me the trouble!" The last button gave up the ghost and surrendered tamely. "I may as well take it right off, now." She did, tossing the blouse on the bed. Without thinking, Virginia picked it up and fondled it with both hands. Her eyes were bright as she stared at Wendy's bursting scarlet underwear. Wendy smiled down at her. "Why don't you strip down to your undies as well, now? Deal?"
Virginia gulped. Helpless, she stood up, shaking her head, but still tugging the tails of her blouse from her school skirt. "Promise you won't..."
"I just want to see..."
Wendy's eyes boggled as Virginia quickly pulled the two halves of her blouse apart from the bottom, so the buttons let go in rapid succession — all of them. No striptease for Virginia, she shrugged the blouse off and dropped it on the floor. "Please don't laugh," she whined softly.
"I'm not laughing," Wendy managed to utter somehow. What a monster bra! It came right down to Virginia's waist, hiding the pale flesh even where it disappeared into her narrow skirt. Wow! It was gigantic! The biggest bra in the world!
The older girl shucked off her skirt with similar urgency, and it joined Wendy's on the bedroom floor. Virginia gave the impression of being about to topple over, she was so top heavy. Her hips, thighs and legs were almost skinny, as were her arms. The only big thing about her was this giant white bra and its overwhelming contents.
"My turn again?" Wendy felt an icy trickle of sweat tracing a path from one armpit down the roller-coaster of her ribs. She didn't wait for a reply, but wriggled her hips as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties. They were clinging to her as she pushed them down, and she now knew how wet they were — and she knew Virginia knew, too. "Now you..." she said, letting the damp shred of scarlet dangle from one finger.
Virginia gave a little squeak, the only noise she could make. Down came her own virginal white panties, probably every bit as moist as Wendy's. Without a word, they exchanged the intimate garments, ripe with their personal fragrances.
"Help me with my hooks, Ginny," Wendy whispered, turning her back and bowing her head so her hair tumbled down her face to hang in a curtain across her breasts. She felt Virginia's fingers, trembling like sparrows' wings, against her back, fluttering around the band of her bra. It had four stout hooks, but it wasn't even in the same league as Virginia's. She swallowed noisily, terribly aroused as the tension in the hooks was slowly released, until a sudden slackness told her that the bra was free. She eased one shoulder strap down, then the other, unconsciously rubbing at the sore patches where the weight of her breasts was borne by her barely-fleshed shoulders. Then she turned slowly to face Virginia, who was literally drooling. A dribble of saliva ran unheeded down her chin. Where it went from there was anyone's guess.
"You wanted to see?" And Wendy lowered the bra cups down the length of her only slightly drooping breasts, until they snagged on the erect puffiness of her half apple sized areolae. Against the glowing red of the bra, the areolae were pale pink, and the nipples surprisingly small. Wendy cupped her full taut mounds and lifted them up, like an offering to the wide-eyed Virginia.
But then she lowered them again, and reached out with a finger to touch the deep, cool flesh of Virginia's cleavage. Virginia watched the stubby little finger as it wandered around, pressing gently here and there. She forced her eyes up to Wendy's absorbed face, then reached for one shoulder strap. "You won't laugh, will you? Promise?"
"Why should I laugh? What's funny about it? It's a huge bra, Ginny!"
"I've got huge boobs, that's why. But they're grotesque, that's why you might laugh."
"Turn round, and let me undo you," said Wendy impatiently. She grabbed at Virginia's skinny shoulder and tried to spin her round. "Wowie! How many hooks on this thing?"
"Twelve," Virginia replied. "Sorry! Most of my bras have velcro and you just rip them apart. I only got this one last month. From that shop in town. Veronica Twizzell. She told me I'm the biggest girl she's ever seen. How's it going?" she asked anxiously over her shoulder.
"Eight, so far..."
"Be careful when you get to the last two. It gets very tight unless I lean forward and hold them up."
"However do you do it on your own?"
"I rest them on the bed. It's the only way." She arranged her arms beneath the cups of her bra and nodded. "Okay, you can take it off now."
The two ends of the bra twanged back, almost jerking themselves out of Wendy's grasp. Virginia was left with two armfuls of wobbling flesh. The shoulder straps were doing nothing now, as both mighty mounds had plunged out of the bottom of the monstrous cups. The bra hung uselessly round Virginia's neck. She took a pace forward, struggling to contain herself until she could kneel down and lower her swaying, rebounding load to the bed. She looked up at Wendy, grinning foolishly.
Wendy was too busy trying not to laugh. Virginia looked so helpless. She burst out laughing, despite her efforts. So did Virginia. "That happens about twice a week," she explained. "It don't half hurt if I drop them!"
"Show me them, Ginny!"
"But you can see them now."
"Not while you're kneeling down there, I can't. Stand up. You can stand up?"
Virginia laughed unsteadily. "It's not easy. Maybe if you give me your hand...?" Wendy obliged. Their hands clutched tight to each other and Virginia rose to her feet. She had to hang on to her breasts with her free hand until she was standing safely, almost unaided. Shyly, she hung her head as Wendy stared, jaw dropping in sheer incredulity.
"Fucking hell! They hang down to below your pussy!"
As Josie had remarked, Virginia's breasts didn't stick out a long way in front, but they swung — and were still swinging like a pair of bells — their long, rude nipples tracing an oval path in front of her upper thighs. From the front, Virginia's slender hips were quite simply invisible, her breasts were so wide. Everything about them was so big. Between the vast sagging mounds, her navel was just visible. Even as low as that, her breasts had only just started to swell out to anything like their full width, and they continued to broaden until they had passed her stomach. Crowning everything, her areolae were like purple-brown skull caps stretched across the fat ends of her tits, slightly irregular in shape and colour.
"May I touch...? I'll be gentle."
Virginia nodded, her eyes bright. She was still gazing longingly at Wendy's almost insignificant G-cup breasts, licking her lips as if she wanted to suckle on them.
Wendy stared, too, then seemed to jerk out of her trance. She hurried to her school bag, her big breasts bouncing, and rummaged inside. She emerged triumphantly with the camera. "Please, Ginny! So I can remember this moment. You can take some of me, too."
Virginia face lit up with excitement, then a shadow crossed her face. "Is it one of those instant ones? We can't take pictures of each other then take them into Boots' to get them developed..."
"It's a special camera," said Wendy, fumbling at the controls with trembling hands. "It takes photos and you just load them into your computer."
"Wow!" Virginia blushed deeply at the thought of being able to lust over pictures of Wendy's breasts at night in her bedroom.
Wendy was more frustrated. "I haven't got a PC," she complained. "I'll have to get Maggie to make prints. Maggie's okay," she hurried on. "Besides, it's her Dad's camera." A little red light glowed. "You ready?" Flash!

 

 

"And she doesn't even know her bra size!" said Wendy, still not really believing the events of the night before. She and Maggie bent over the monitor in Maggie's Dad's bedroom. A picture of Virginia, framed crookedly but crisp, sharp and dazzlingly detailed, replaced the last one of Wendy, wet-lipped and lust-crazed, her areolae puffed up bigger than walnuts.

Maggie did something dextrous with the mouse, waited a moment, then ejected the diskette from the machine. "All copied. You can take that to school tomorrow and we'll send Virginia's picture off to Mr Yashimoto, or whatever his name is. We can invent a cup size. X, Y or Z, or something."
"It's probably even bigger than that," Wendy said shakily. "Why can't we mail it off from here, tonight?"
"My Dad will be home any time now. Imagine if he walked in while we were looking at these things! He'd kill me!" She logged off and shut down the computer. "He'll know I've been using it, as it is. The monitor's hot."
"It's a wonder it hasn't burst into flames, with those pictures! Shit, Mags, she's gigantic!" Wendy had been a seething cauldron of arousal all day long. She had seen Virginia only briefly during the afternoon, long enough to arrange a date later in the week. Wendy had been in a sopping wet dither ever since.
"Did you do anything with her?" Maggie wanted to know.
"Do anything?" Wendy blushed. "How do you mean?"
"Oh, you know. You didn't touch them or anything?"
"Well, maybe just a little bit," Wendy admitted, crossing her fingers behind her back. "I helped her off with her bra, of course..."
"Gosh!"

 

 

"We've sent it off, Mags. Josie showed me how to send the e-mail."

"Oh!" Maggie looked preoccupied.
"Quiet, please! You girls! Thank you." Mr Shadbolt had come into the IT lab. He spread his belongings on the desk and sat down. The class settled itself into relative silence. "Thank you. Jamie, could you hand out these project folders, please?"
A buzz of anticipation arose, and the class gasped in surprise as old Shagbat beamed at them.
"Excellent work, all of you. Most encouraging. Especially from Wendy, Josie and Maggie! I've given you an A. The rest of you should take a look at this folder. It is a perfect example of a well-researched and well-presented project. The rest of you: Kelly's team, B-plus-plus; Jennifer, B-plus; Jill, only a D-minus this time, I'm afraid. Far too little information, Jilly, what went wrong? See me after class, Jill, please, with your team? Derek, your team was a B-minus; Cliff, B-plus; Jamie, B. Thank you."
Wendy gasped at Josie and Maggie. Top of the class! And Jill was rock bottom, behind all the boys! Jill, who had never received anything lower than a B-plus in her life: a D-minus! Wendy peered across the room to where Jill was sitting with her two friends, stunned, fighting back the tears.
Jamie arrived at Wendy's desk and put her team's folder down with a private grin. "What did you do to get top marks? Has old Shagbat been getting into your pants?"
"Eat your heart out, honey," she smiled sweetly at him. "What's up, Mags?" she asked as Jamie moved away with his stack of folders. "You're looking a bit pale."
"So I should be. I only remembered when I got on the bus this morning. My Dad's working at home all day."
"So what?"
"Those pictures you took of Virginia? And those of you?"
"What about them? I brought them to school this morning."
"They were only the copies on that disk."
"What do you mean?" Josie leaned forward, her rear view presented to the boys' desks as usual.
"We copied them on to a diskette last night. Then I wanted to switch off quick before Dad came home. I shut down the computer..."
"Well?" Wendy stared at her. "What's the problem?"
"The pictures are still on the computer, that's what. On the hard drive. He's sure to find them!"
Wendy picked up the diskette and turned it in her hands as if it were hot. She was shaking slightly. "Maybe he won't find them. He might be too busy."
"Don't you believe it," said Maggie gloomily. "I don't think I want to go home tonight. Imagine my Dad looking at those photos!" Maggie wasn't pale any more. Her face was burning.
"Wait a minute," Josie interrupted. "That diskette you've got there, Wen...?"
"What about it? It's the one with our photos on it, look." She pointed at the label.
"I know. But where did you get it?"
"I've had it right here all the time. We sent that e-mail to Japan this morning."
"Are you sure? That was the diskette that came out of our project folder."
"There wasn't a diskette in the folder. Don't be daft..."
"It did, Wen," Maggie brought her still red face out of her hands. "I wondered what it was when you picked it up. It was in the project folder. It fell out when Jamie put it down. You didn't see, you were too busy trying to get into his trousers again."
"I was not!"
"Having a quiet celebration, girls?" Mr Shadbolt loomed over them, smiling down amiably. "Excellent work. Congratulations, all of you. Nicely written, well printed and presented. You even spelled it all correctly!" He pried the diskette from Wendy's nerveless fingers and wagged it at her. "Of course, it's not strictly necessary to save your work on a floppy, but it's quite a good idea. I did read the floppy, just in case it was something I might have missed." He handed it back to Wendy with a conspiratorial wink. "Floppy's not really the right word, actually. Very nice work! Hang on to it, Wendy! I'm sure you wouldn't want it to fall into the wrong hands, would you?"

 

 

Epilogue

 

Maggie's dad never mentioned finding anything on his computer. Later, when Maggie was alone at home and had a chance to search for the picture files, they weren't there. She didn't remember deleting them, but perhaps she had done it without thinking.

Anyway, Maggie's dad suggested to her that she might like to bring her friends home now and again. He could even given them a little extra tuition on computers, if they thought it might help. Not the whole class, of course — he had laughed in that horribly loud way of his — but just a couple of the girls. Wendy, perhaps, and maybe one of Wendy's friends...

 

 

Wendy's team continued to achieve high marks for their IT project work, and it was noticeable that their grades improved dramatically in a number of other subjects, too — especially those taught by the male teachers...

 

 

They never heard any more about the Search for the Schoolgirl World Champion Bra Cup Size contest. They had no reply from Mr Yashimoto, or whatever his name was. When they looked for it again, the site had disappeared.

 

 

To date, no pictures of Virginia have appeared on the Net, although her breasts are so vast that no one would have believed they weren't fakes, anyway. She and Wendy see each other occasionally at school, but their relationship has cooled somewhat since Virginia started going out with Jamie. There is probably no truth in the rumour that Virginia was seen going into the doctor's office with a worried expression, nor that she had paid three visits to Veronica Twizzell's shop in as many weeks.

 

The End