Chrissy's jaw dropped when she looked at herself in the locker room mirror. This was the most ridiculously tiny cheerleading uniform she had ever seen. It was made up of two parts: a little top and a pleated skirt. The whole thing was white and red, the colors of Chrissy's college, Boston State.
The top of the uniform was incredibly flattering on most girls, but on Chrissy's body, it looked absolutely pornographic. The top had long sleeves and a deep v-neck that tied together in the middle, with sparkly red sequin stars against the white fabric. When Chrissy tied together the front of the top, her massive tits were pushed together, forming an intense valley of cleavage and spilling out over the fabric. Not only that, but there wasn't nearly enough material to cover her breasts. The top stretched over her dark pink nipples, but left the bottoms of her boobs exposed. Chrissy figured that she was the most unlucky girl alive, because two of the red sequin stars on the uniform were made of rough, unlined sequined fabric that happened to line up directly with her areolas. Chrissy had incredibly sensitive breasts, and as that material rubbed up against her, she could feel her nipples getting embarrassingly hard and straining against the little stars, which were already a bit see-through.
Chrissy had tried tying the top a bit looser so her boobs wouldn't form such an obscene amount of cleavage, but she was worried about the top coming loose during her cheer routine. Loosening the top would only guarantee that her sizable breasts would bounce out of the tiny uniform.
The skirt itself wasn't too bad, she thought — it was a standard pleated red skirt with some white horizontal stripes at the bottom. But as soon as she put it on, she realized that the athletic briefs sewn into the skirt were scandalously small. They resembled a thong more than anything else, so the slightest spin or turn in the skirt would result in onlookers getting a very generous view of her round ass. She couldn't even wear her underwear underneath the skirt, as the little sewn-in thong was much too tight and barely fit as it was.
Chrissy looked around the locker room, making sure that no one else had seen her in this completely humiliating uniform. The other cheerleaders were already out on the field, and the football game was about to start — she could hear the buzz of the crowd in the packed college stadium.
"Regina," Chrissy called out, "I really don't think I can do this!"
Regina, the captain of the cheerleading team, walked into the locker room where Chrissy was changing. "Calm down, Chrissy, you're overreact — WOW!" she exclaimed, her jaw dropping when she saw Chrissy.
"You look amazing. It's perfect," Regina insisted, a devious smile on her face.
Chrissy smiled weakly at Regina's compliment. She had always admired Regina, even when they had cheered together on the same team during high school. Regina was a few inches taller than Chrissy, and looked preppy and elegant in her cheer uniform. Though her 32B breasts weren't nearly as large as Chrissy's, they still showed a nice inviting cleft. Regina made up for her modest chest with her incredibly curvaceous ass and long, toned legs. The red and white of the outfit contrasted beautifully with Regina's straight black hair and brown eyes. Her long legs made the skirt look even shorter and more scandalous, but Regina wore the uniform with confidence and pride.
"But don't you think this uniform is a little too small? Don't you have anything bigger?" Chrissy protested.
"Ugh, Chrissy, I gave you the biggest one that we had! And don't worry, it looks super hot on you." Chrissy started to protest, but Regina cut her off, whipping Chrissy around and adjusting the bow in her blonde ponytail. "Listen, Chrissy. You are going to go out there and do this cheer routine. Since Beth got sick at the last minute — God, why did I let that dumb whore go to a frat party last night?! — you are literally the only other girl on this campus that knows this cheer routine. And I am not going to have an incomplete cheer squad for the fucking championship game. So you are going to go out there and cheer in that uniform, even if I have to drag you out there myself. Got it?"
Chrissy blushed and nodded. "Good," responded Regina. Chrissy knew that Regina could be a bit bitchy, but she was just relieved that Regina was talking to her again — the two hadn't spoken since high school graduation.
Chrissy and Regina had been best friends in high school. They were co-captains of the cheer team at Saint Virginia's Catholic School for Girls, and practically inseparable. But that all changed when Regina's longtime boyfriend, Josh, had broken up with her, and asked Chrissy out the next day. It had happened the very first day of senior year, and Chrissy couldn't think of a reason why Josh had asked her out — except for that fact that her boobs had expanded from sizable C-cups to absolutely huge FF cups over the summer.
Chrissy had turned Josh down back then, but Regina was always mean to Chrissy after that — refusing to talk to her, convincing most of the senior class to vote her "Most Likely to Work at Hooters", and giving her the nickname "perky pom-poms" on the cheerleading team. Chrissy quit the team soon after, and ever since, had always missed cheerleading. And despite the bullying, she'd missed Regina, too. Chrissy was shy, insecure, and sheltered, partially due to her strict Catholic upbringing. She had loved being friends with Regina. Sure, Regina was rude, and petty, and brash - but she spoke up when Chrissy was quiet. She had mercilessly bullied any girls who were rude to Chrissy. She had even been the one to encourage Chrissy to join the cheerleading team in the first place, and Regina had been right — Chrissy loved being a cheerleader.
Just being near Regina's fiery, confident attitude had made Chrissy feel a little braver, but after the rift in their friendship, Chrissy was even more unsure of herself. Both Chrissy and Regina went to the same nearby college, and within a year, Regina had joined a sorority and was the captain of the cheerleading team. Chrissy, however, felt too intimidated to even try out for the cheer team, and worse, she had struggled to make even a single friend. It felt like everyone around her was at college to party, drink, and have sex. Chrissy constantly felt out of place and prudish. The only people who talked to her were some of the members of the football team — and they only asked her what cup size she was. (Little did Chrissy know, she was gaining quite a reputation around campus for being the "goody-goody girl with the huge knockers.") All in all, Chrissy was lonely. She missed being a cheerleader, and she missed her best friend.
So when Regina called up Chrissy an hour earlier to fill in as a last-minute substitution on the cheer team — and for the college's championship football game, no less! — Chrissy couldn't believe it. She stuttered, asking Regina how she could possibly fill in with such late notice. Regina assured her that she could get Chrissy a spare uniform, and that the team would just do the same cheer routine Regina and Chrissy did in high school. That way, Chrissy would know all the moves!
