Amy pulls out of the bag a small white shirt with a cartoon bear on the front and a pair of pink frilly panties.
You blush and hold them out to Amy. “The heck is this?” You ask.
Amy looks at you and shrugs. “That’s Christina’s pajamas.”
You hold the small shirt to your well developed chest. “When she was nine? I think I’ll rip this thing.” It really was comical how Amy expected you to fit her cousins massive jugs into a shirt made for someone likely still in diapers.
“Look quite being a baby and put them on.” Amy Says to you. Already she was dressed in her pajamas. A simple dark blue night shirt with a stylized black “A” on the front.
You let out a sigh and take off the sweater and put on the tight t shirt. It could barely even be considered a crop top, the thing was so small you were showing some under boob. The fabric was stretched to the near breaking point with several cracks visible in the cartoon bear design.
The shirt was making it hard for you to breath with how tight it was, you had to take several short breaths otherwise the shirt would surly burst off your chest.
And that wasn’t even mentioning the pink frilly laced panties.
The shirt was bad, the way it constricted your chest. But the panties were digging into your groin, giving you a serious front wedge.
You rub your thighs together trying to get the soft pink fabric out of your crack.
“I can’t go out like this.” You say, placing a hand on your chest. “Everything is too tight and small. I feel like these clothes could burst off at any moment.” You snap the elastic on the panties for emphasis and unwittingly let out an aroused groan. In truth this was turning you on a little.
“You better not. Those are my panties.” Amy Says.
You stop fidgeting and look down, rubbing your large butt.
“You mean these ones are...” suddenly a gear clicks into place in your head. “So does that mean under that night shirt your...”
Amy blushes but slowly nods.
“OH MY GOSH!” You blurt our.
RIIIPP
A tiny tear start to form between your breasts. You can’t see it, but you know it’s dead center of the stretched out shirt.
Amy sticks here finger in the hole and looks you dead in the eye. “Not. One. Word.”
You nod and Amy lets go of the hole.
You follow her out, noticing how she walks with her legs together to prevent a breeze from caressing her woman hood.
You follow her out into the party trying to adjust the elastic so it won’t break when you sit down or something.