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As time goes on, Roxanne grows more and more distracted by the way her breasts have turned out. Shaped much differently than others, she often gets looks of surprise whenever exposed in the locker rooms. Her friends even go so far as to ask for curious feels to the point some have started helping themselves from how frequently it occurs, turning the act into that of a casual routine of sorts between them due to her lack of resistance.
Learning to ignore it for the most part while going about her business, their hands carelessly run over and grope them until she dresses, sometimes giving her a hard time with getting her bra/shirt on while her friends compete over who gets them the most leaving her in the middle of a feel-for-all between the group of girls that often surround her. In the showers some of her more "open" friends have coerced her into letting them suck on her nipples, teasing and toying with them despite a lack of reaction from her for the most part as this act normalizes as well. Whenever she lets them, they tend to enjoy themselves a little too roughly though, their suction getting out of hand.
With all the attention they get on a near-daily basis, Roxanne just can't understand what the appeal is at all. It's not that she hates her friends for their curiosity, not even those who get a little more fresh with her than she'd prefer, she just doesn't get what all the excitement is about. For the most part all of her friends praise her bust, though there are some do like to tease her in a playful and harmless sense. With so many wanting to grope her and suck on them, she wonders why they never get bored and what it is that makes them so addicted.
If nothing else, all of the groping and sucking by so many of her peers could be what helped cause them to turn out the way they have, though she's not going to shoulder the blame over them after all the time they've spent together and praise they offer. She just wishes she could figure out what the big deal is, as more often than not she would give anything to have a bust more like most women she views as normal in comparison. Her friends point her out as special, unique, one of a kind. The problem is, she has a hard time taking these words as a compliment.
As her friends continue asking for more, with a larger number getting so accustomed to her openness they freely stimulate her breasts of their own accord and take it upon themselves to enjoy her body to their content, it makes her ponder the question of why it is that such weird looking things make so many gawk and overwhelmingly cling to her? What's the appeal? With her breasts surrounded by excited hands at the lockers and her nipples engulfed by voracious mouths in the showers, maybe there's a chance you could figure it out and help explain it to the bewildered young woman who just wishes she was like everybody else?