"Are You Sure Those Are Real?"

Hi. My name is Alyssa. For a long time now, I've had rather large breasts. It's a mix of great genetics, a great puberty and a great diet. And you know what? I'll be honest and say I love them.

Sure, there's the usual big-boob problems like back pain and expensive bras, but then there's the benefits. The amount of free things I've gotten just for looking great. The amount of times I've "convinced" officers to not give me a ticket.

Safe to say, these things are a blessing. A real blessing.

So, onto my friend group. These are the people with whom this story happened. My core, closest friends are myself (obviously), Mike, John and Niki.

Mike is your average gym bro, covered in muscles and confidence. From what I can tell, his pants are always as full as his ego, both seemingly packing something huge.

John is almost the complete opposite. A quite studious fellow who focuses solely on gaming, movies and studies at university. He's thin and lean, yet taller than Mike.

And lastly Niki. Niki is... complicated. She's my best friend, and I love her but sometimes she has this air of bitter jealousy with her whenever she's around me. I can only assume it's because of my larger tits and...

Well, frankly hers are tiny. Mosquito bites. Which is fine by the way! Boobs are boobs, and as a bisexual woman, all boobs are great, but I could always tell she wished she had mine.

Fast forward to last weekend. We had a group get-together, nothing much, just a few games and a lot of drinks. It was hosted at Mike's place and there was a lot of space in his living room, so we quickly decided to play a makeshift game of twister.

We pulled out some of Mike's gym equipment and labelled them. For example, his weights were in a column like the red circles in twister, his bands were the green, etc.

It didn't take long before, in my drunken state, I ended up bending over with my hefty cleavage in the face of whoever was fortunate enough to get next to me. So, when it was just me and another person left, my opponent did end up in that position.

And it just so happened to be Mike.

Being a man and drunk, he almost immediately locked eyes with my breasts. I could tell he was half way to pitching a tent, and as a result he 'conviently' fell over and failed the game. I stood up and celebrated, taking another drink of champagne.

"It's not fair, it's not my fault she had her massive fuckin' tits right there in my face!" Mike suddenly drunkenly slurred.

Normally I'd be offended, maybe a little complimented. But in this intoxicated form? I was turned on. I comically fold my arms under my breasts and push them up some more.

"What's the matter, can't handle these puppies of mine?" I ask mockingly.

Then, out of nowhere, Niki chimes in. "Come on, you can't take credit for those. They're your surgeons, not yours." She mumbles with a roll of her eyes.

"No way they're from surgery, they're natural! Right?" Mike responds.

The whole time, John is staring between us all and back to my tits. My nipples were now hard, poking obviously into my shirt.

"They're real, I promi-" I begin.

"Bullshit! You can't have boobs like that and them not be full of plastic!" Niki interrupts.

I roll my eyes and smirk. "John, what do you think of these? Real or fake?" I ask.

He suddenly looks me in the eyes, blushing bright red. He stammers his way into a response. "I-I guess they... they look kinda real but also they're too big to be natural."

"Oh come on guys! Alright fine, Niki. Come here." I demand, tiring of them not believing me.

As Niki approaches, in one swift movement, I reach and grab her hand, shoving it up my shirt and onto my left boob. "Squeeze." I demand. I could've sworn I heard her whimper when she was ordered around like that.

I moan softly as she gently presses her fingers and palm into my soft, squishy breast. She stays there for a moment, mouth agape. She slowly takes her hand off and out from under my shirt and turns back to the men.

"They're... real. Good god..." she mumbles, walking back to her seat.

Now with all three of them sat down, staring at my big, natural boobs, my dam breaks. My pussy begins to get soaked and my nipples are like bullets. I blush hard and my mouth salivates.

"Told you guys... hey, tell you what. You three play another game. The winner gets to play with both of them for five minutes straight." I wink, revelling in this horny power that I'm given from the attention.

Almost instantly, Niki and Mike agree, with John agreeing afterwards. We settled on a game.

Just Dance.