At my school it was both a middle school and high school rolled into one since it was such a small community. There were three girls, one from the highest grade, one from my grade and one from the lowest grade that all had huge breasts. Together they formed some kind of weird clique that obsessed over me.
The girl from my class had her breasts in my face almost the whole time. When she wasn't around, one of the other girls were on duty. Whenever I felt two soft things poke into my arm or back I knew who it was because of their height. Funnily enough, it was the youngest girl who was the tallest and biggest and the oldest who was the shortest but still very busty.
When the oldest prodded her breasts into my back it was like lower back support. When the youngest snuck up behind me she was able to place her breasts on top of my head! I always knew who it was, unless she was standing or kneeling or something.
Sometimes they would organise a flash-mob-triple-team attack and just appear from nowhere in all directions and swamp me in all their breasts, surrounding me before leaving me in a heap and scattering in all directions, leaving me wondering what just happened.
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