Jim looked down. His intention had been to watch his footing as he descended the half-dozen steps from his front door, as he was unsure of his female body's balance in the four inch high heels borrowed from his older sister. However, he could barely see the steps themselves, let alone his actual feet, for his view was obscured by the pair of very large breasts straining against the halter top his mother had dressed him in.
Staring down the cleavage so prominently displayed by the tight top, Jim wondered how the top managed to contain his straining tits. Although his big sister Alice certainly was big (a D cup, he remembered), his own recent developments were much larger. And why had his mother chosen to dress him like this, he wondered. She could have given me an outfit of Alice's that isn't so revealing, he thought. She normally objects strongly when Alice herself wears these sorts of clothes. And what about the condoms, there's no way mom would be cool with me having them, let alone my big sister. What-
Jim's thought-process was interrupted by a feminine cough. He looked from his own chest to see a girl he didn't recognise standing in front of his house and looking at him expectantly.
Although he didn't know her, on any other day Jim would certainly have wished he did. The girl was a petite blonde, about 5'2", with a curvy figure. She was equally as top heavy as Jim, if not more so. Her own outfit was also designed to show off her considerable assets. Blue six inch stilettos, skintight pink hotpants and a tiny blue halter bearing the legend "LIMITED EDITION" stenciled across her massive rack.
"Come on," the girl said. "Hurry up!"
"But," Jim protested. "Who are you?"
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