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It was at a small southern university where Tiffany met Jacob. At the time, Tiffany was just a regular eighteen year old freshman, having grown up in a boring suburban home in a gated community, living the typical extremely Christian lifestyle. Coming to New York City was a bit of a shock for the young woman, and the college dorms made her incredibly homesick. Thankfully, Jacob was there and it didn't take the two long before falling completely in love. They got engaged around the time they entered their Sophomore year of college, having promised to get married once they were sound financially. By the time that they had finished college, they had rented a modest apartment in Brooklyn while Jacob found a decent job in management for a chain grocery store. As for Tiffany, she was unemployed and kept the apartment spotless. Essentially, she was filling the role of a housewife before they were even married. This wasn't the case because Tiffany was a slouch, or even took Jacob for granted. This was mainly due to the fact that the twenty-two year old woman developed a case of social anxiety during the final two years of college.
This wasn't due to some traumatic experience during her last few years of college. This was developed mainly because of the late growth spurt that Tiffany went through during her early twenties. You see, Tiffany always had quite the body - tall, fit and slim, strong thighs and a firm bubble butt. But in the chest department, she was a bit lacking, which was a source of insecurity for her especially during her late teenage years. Her prayers were seemingly answered when her chest began to grow. But there was too much of a good thing; because as months passed by her chest developed more and more until they became too big for typical bras. In fact, she had to get some custom made ones as well as order online the 32K cups that she wore today. As a kind, timid Christian woman, the amount of stares and comments would overwhelm her. Especially the rumors being passed around campus, revolving around the fact that this skinny girl had breasts so big, made her feel as if every person was judging her unfairly.
Jacob, however, was incredibly supportive and let her know that it was okay to take a break from looking for work - at least until she would feel confidant enough to go outside. Of course, while it may have seemed kind, Jacob had an ulterior motive for this...he wanted to have sex with Tiffany. While Tiffany had asked him countless times on whether her breasts had changed his opinion of her, Jacob never gave an honest answer. It was because although he had sworn that he was comfortable waiting until marriage, he had the uncontrollable need to fuck her. Her breasts were obviously a turn on for him, although he wouldn't admit it now. If they weren't, maybe he wouldn't have scared Tiffany from pursuing a breast reduction.
That said, she put more of an effort now to go out in public and although this meant that she'd wear some extremely bagging shirts, it seemed to help. What really scared her though, was the company's Christmas party coming up. Jacob was insistent that she'd show, telling her that it would be a fantastic way of her growing as a person. That meant no wearing no clothes that were way too big for her, and to be comfortable showing off a bit more than she's used to. Again, there were ulterior motives to this, which revolved around the fact that Jacob felt as if people believed that the picture he had at his desk, of him and Tiffany, was photoshopped. For that, he wanted to prove them wrong by having her there in person.
Tiffany had agreed, wearing a tight fitting red top that showed some cleavage. In fact, the tight red top showed off even the contours of each heavy breast, hugging it tightly and displayed just how big they were. The cleavage was more than she'd like too, even some side boob escaping near her arms, through the small opening that both her bra and top gave out. For this, she wore a blazer on top - making her feel a bit more professional, even if having it on top made it seem as if she was smuggling watermelons in her shirt. With that, a pair of slacks and heels, she felt confidant enough to go to the party. She even wore her "lucky" cross, even if it felt uncomfortable having the cold metal fall right in between her massive breasts.
While she was expecting to go with her fiance, a last minute text threw her off.
"Hey babe...I'm going to have to stay at the office a bit late. You can come to the party and I'll be right there."
"What?! But I don't want to be alone..."
"It'll be okay, I promise! Don't do this for me, but for yourself too."
"Idk..."
"I promise I'll be there soon."
...
Somehow, Jacob had convinced her and taking a taxi, she made her way to the Hilton hotel where the party was being held. Immediately going there, she felt a bit overwhelmed by the music, the people and the lights. She was greeted at the front desk, where she signed off her name as Jacob's guest, before walking in and not quite knowing what to do. She must have seemed like a doe between headlights, anxiously moving her gaze around the room and wondering just where she could wait for Jacob.
