>>2301194“Breasts? Where? Oh, you mean these mosquito bites?” Lady did not miss a beat to resume insulting. Medea, who at first was placidly smiling, bit her lips and looked to the side. “You don’t even wear a bra, do you? What do you even do with these? I’ve seen bigger on elementary school girls. I’ve heard about pancake tits; these here wish they could be.”
“I’m… s-sorry… they’re so small,” Medea said, like she genuinely was sorry about their size.
“Princess, I know this is your dare and all… but do you really have to?” Jill plead on Medea’s stead.
“So she can get away with what she did to me but a few mean words and the witch starts to cry?” Lady hatefully scoffed.
“I’m not crying,” Medea murmured, which was technically true. “And you can go on if you want. G-go on! Tell me h-how small a-and… disappointing they are.”
“That’s not true! You… you have the size I really like, and many others think the same!” Lisa stressed. “It’s about taste, not size. If this frigid… bitch thinks anything different she’s well to remember her tits aren’t all that big to being with.”
“Oh, I know my rack’s small. It ain’t my fault and it doesn’t help your friend’s size any,” Lady readily responded, ready to bicker.
“Lisa, while I wholeheartedly appreciate what you said; this is Lady’s turn and she has a right to do as she pleases. Lady, do carry on.”
“Let’s feel ‘em up for the heck of it, anyway.” Lady fearlessly reached for what she had just criticized on Medea, cupping a feel. “Heh, soft. I’m going to play with them some.”
“Go ahead,” Medea permitted.
