Welcome to Lilly's Closet

Lilly shed her thin black top, tossing it over onto the floor near her dresser where it would not be in the shot. She sat down in front of her computer and checked her webcam. Sound worked—video worked. She mugged for the camera, watching herself in one small corner of the monitor. Her teeth glimmered, and her beautiful, meticulously-cared-for breasts in their skimpy black bra almost glowed in the bright light of her bedroom. Some shows, she liked to set the mood with her lighting. Other times, she just wanted to show off.

"If you want to even begin aspiring to have tits like mine, you need to take proper care of them. I've mentioned it before, but today I really wanted to hammer home just how important one little product can be: oil." Lilly brought up a small bottle of coconut oil in one hand. "If you've got dry, ugly, cracking nipples, guess what? Use oil. Stretch marks? Yeah, oil. Even if you have perfect breasts like these puppies..." The redhead would bring both hands down and give her breasts a bounce, letting them jiggle and bounce for the crowd. "...oil is useful to keep them moisturized and perky. Plus, if they ever get into a fight, you're going to wish you had some. Dry tits in a titfight is begging for a nasty skin tear..."

It hadn't been difficult to transplant her online media empire from Kentucky across the Pacific to Tokyo. When all of Lilly's Closet could all be run from a single wi-fi-enabled device with a single camera, Lilly never really had to be away from it. She enjoyed the regularity, the consistency...the haters and fans who showed up show after show to try to get her attention. There was Trazeey begging Lilly to come to North Dakota and fuck her G-cup tits with a strap-on...and there was RaveGurl111 calling her every synonym for prostitute in the book. If that girl really did know Krav Maga and had an aunt who flew a charter jet, then Lilly might be in trouble right now.

"Yeah, if any of you flat-chested bitches want to come to Tokyo and take me on, go for it. After Mazzie Lashley ran like a little bitch this place has been pretty much abandoned."

Britta was in the hallway, looking at a piece of paper intently, glancing at each door she passed. The Norwegian woman was wearing a generous window sweater, showing off her cleavage not-so-subtly. She was thankful that she had brushed up on her Japanese, because without it, she would be completely lost. After a little while walking, she came across the correct apartment. The door loomed over her, like a big oak harbinger of doom. She took a few deep breaths, and knocked on the door.

She immediately regretted it, because she realized that she had failed to take into account time zones. It was night-time in Japan, but it would be the time that Lilly was recording Lilly's Closet! "Shit!" she cursed in Norwegian, panicked both that she was missing one of her favorite shows, and that Lilly might be doubly pissed off at the busty Norwegian!

But if she was going to face down a pissed off Lilly, she should look like she knew what she was doing. She took some deep breaths, and put on a confident smirk. She puffed her— huge— chest out and her anxiety started to melt away, replaced with her usual confidence. She kept telling herself that even if Lilly was pissed, she could take her on. And she would teach her a lesson! Yeah! So, when Lilly opened that door, Britta would be raring to talk and be wearing a grin, instead of trembling at the thought of it and biting her lip.

As she waited, she realized something which got her even more excited, something that had panicked her moments before. If Lilly was filming, she could teach all of her viewers that not every huge-breasted woman was a bitch (her original goal, and what she intended to teach Lilly about in the first place!). And she could do it live!

"put all the asian tits in tokyo together and they still wouldnt be as much as yours....LOLLL"

"Fucking cunt just talks trash and makes fun of people with better breasts than her...what the shit?"

"love Love LOVE YOU LILLY!!! I have FFF cups 18 y.o. live in Houston, TX! PLEASE visit me and fuck me hard!!!!!"

It was just a typical day in Lilly's Closet, as messages came at a rate of twenty a minute. There would have been hundreds if her chatroom was open to the general public, and not just to her official fan club members. But Lilly was selective. She liked catering to her own exclusive demographic of huge-titted sluts. But she was also keen on promoting intelligent discourse, as evidenced by the flame war just now breaking out between the "fucking Tit Nazi boot-licking gutter cunt" Lillyloves1996 and the "jealous A-cup shithead troll whore" Angel_Vice_667.

Lilly smiled and folded her arms behind her head, pushing her chest out and sparking another flurry of messages as she watched the fight unfold. If it got too disruptive, her moderators would take care of it. "If the two of you had the tits for it," Lilly would muse, "I would personally set up a fight and stream it live. But, really, let's all be clear: there's no fucking way either of you would last a minute."

Lilly was having a wonderful time, as usual. Until she heard a knocking on her door.

Now who the fuck was that?

A couple of her viewers noticed it, too, asking her who was visiting her (one of them suggesting that it was the girlfriend that Lilly had been hiding from her fans for most of the last year). Most others, though, were busy watching the flame war unfold in the chat, or else taking sides themselves! Lilly glanced from the screen to the door and back. She huffed, her breasts quivering as she resigned herself to answering the door. "Hold on, guys. Keep fucking with each other for just a minute."

Lilly got up and sauntered over to the door. She peered through the peephole and saw a blonde girl's face beaming back at her. Some fan? Well, whatever. The girl seemed to be alone. Lilly could give her a quick show and send her on her way. Without bothering to cover up, Lilly would open the door.

And, when her eyes immediately fell to the blonde's huge, ripe melons—nearly as perfect as her own—her mouth almost dropped open. The redhead wasn't expecting that, and she knew she looked like an idiot staring wide-eyed, incredulous, at those big knockers. She looked up, fixing her blue eyes on the blonde's own. "Who the heck are you?"

Oh my goodness, she was topless. Well, that complicated things. For a moment, she faltered, blushing. God, they were even bigger in reality than on her computer screen... but no matter. After only a second or two of staring, she shook her head, and took that smile back on. She was meeting Lilly, and she was going to give her and her viewers (her not included) a piece of her mind. "I'm Britta Knudsen, and I'm from Norway. I love your show, but you give women like us a bad name with your— your bitchiness all the time!" the Nordic woman asserted, a Germanic-sounding accent coating her words, making her tone of voice bounce up and down, in an almost sing-song fashion.

However, after that strong opening statement, Britta didn't really know where to go. "So... uhm... oh, yes! So I challenge you to some kind of boob comparison, so the world can see that not every one of us is as mean to smaller chested women as you are." With that confident statement, she crossed her arms. The only reason she didn't say titfight is that she doubted that the high-and-mighty Lilly would accept it with a 'slut' like her. But Britta wasn't quite done, not yet. She was nice to most people, but she knew that Lilly, as much as she adored her show, didn't quite deserve that.

"What do you say to that... slut?" she said, beaming confidently and poking Lilly in the chest!

Now that felt good!

It only took Lilly a second or two of staring before a casual smirk appeared on her face. The redhead had had plenty of encounters of this nature before. Fans trying to variously kiss her or fight her—or both—practically swarmed her at conventions, and some of them did have larger breasts than her.

But this girl didn't. Lilly glanced down and took another long look at those big Norwegian jugs, splitting her attention between what the girl was saying and the story those tits were telling. Lilly estimated that she was a pretty big G-cup. She was clearly trying to make her breasts look as large as possible, with a sweater that hugged their shape while also adding a little padding, a window that gave a nice little peekaboo shot of her cleavage without giving away just how deep it went when the sweater came off...and a back arched just a little to puff out those breasts for maximum visibility. Obviously, Britta wanted to show off, but did she really think her breasts were as large as Lilly's?

Lilly looked up again and met her gaze. She raised one eyebrow and locked her bright blue eyes on their counterparts, as if trying to burrow into Britta's soul. Lilly had always been told that she could be very disarming when she wanted to be. "My bitchiness, huh? Wow, this is the first time I've heard about it." She laughed once, lowly, in her throat. "If you're really that desperate for my thoughts on your tits, you know you could've sent them in to get them graded on the site, right? Ooooor...did you already do that and you're here to argue my evaluation of them?"

This was the first fan who had managed to follow her all the way to Japan. If for nothing else, Lilly was impressed by that persistence. She soon found a second thing to be impressed by, though—the girl's audacity. "Oohoho, slut, huh?" She used Lilly's own word against her, and it got a little bit of a rise out of the Kentuckian. Lilly was actually starting to like this girl—in the way a dog liked a chew toy. "The only slut around here is you, knocking on the door of a girl you've never met and demanding to see her tits. That's pretty much a textbook definition of slutty. But you're pretty brave, I'll give you that. And you must be loaded if you're willing to fly out to Japan just to get your fill of humiliation." Plenty of Lilly's fans were submissive sluts, and this one didn't seem  different to her in that regard.

"So, hey, you want my opinion on your tits? Go ahead and take off that sweater and we can talk. Let's see what you've got, Slut Britta." Lilly gave the girl a charming, devilish grin and poked a finger into the Norwegian's tits in retaliation.

Blue eyes met blue eyes in a sexy staredown for the ages. Indignant about being all but disregarded, Britta crossed her arms and harrumphed. "I don't care what you think about my breasts!" Britta half-lied. She knew that Lilly was not the type to give complements, especially not about the breasts of other women, but that didn't change the fact that it would be extremely fulfilling for Lilly to be impressed by her. And, although the redheaded vlogger wasn't saying anything positive, Britta had noticed how taken aback she was when she opened the door. "I care about what people think my personality is like when they see me." said Britta. "And when they see these..." she said, grabbing the undersides of her jugs and pushing them up, for emphasis. "They think I'm like you! Some—some—some kind of elitist!" the Norwegian said, with fiery passion.

Lilly started to attack her wording, something which she figured that she would do. But Britta really hadn't prepared a retort, it seemed. "Uh, y-yeah!" she stammered. "I never demanded that I see your tits! Q-quit putting words in my mouth!" the Norwegian said defensively. "And I'm here for the semester, with my university. I came here to make you show people that not all of us are like you. You are like the most well known girl with tits of this size!" she explained, her English getting a little verbose at the end.

But here came her bombshell. "A-and if I have to humiliate you to make you do that, I will." Britta dropped the line, and began smiling again. "If you are really so desperate to see my superior pair, I suppose I can show you... Slut Lilly." Britta was really feeling it now. "However, I think your audience might be getting restless~!" she all-but sang, pointing at the computer and webcam behind her. After all of the patronizing that Lilly had done within the last minute or so, it felt nice to be mean right back to her.

"Elitist, huh?" Lilly would repeat, still smirking at the audacious blonde woman who had shown up unannounced at her door to start insulting her. Though the Norwegian was defiant, she had obviously not properly prepared herself for this encounter. As soon as Lilly pushed back, she got tangled up in her own words, flailing a little bit to try to find her verbal footing again. She was obviously starstruck, but also angry at Lilly, and jealous...clearly a tumult of emotions were running through the girl's mind, and Lilly didn't mind enjoying the show. "I let flat-chested girls live their lives and don't say anything about it. I don't give a fuck what they do. Have you ever seen me criticize one of them on the show?" Lilly did not bother with flat-chested women, for better or for worse.

"So what are you going to do, huh? You talk about humiliating me, but I can't see how you plan to do it, Slut Britta, especially if you're too nervous to take off your fucking top. You came here to be abused, right? To show me your tits and see what I thought of them? And now you're getting cold feet?" That was usually the dream of her busty, masochistic fans: to goad Lilly into totally humiliating them. That was how they got their kicks.

This Britta might have had a different goal, though. When she pointed to the webcam, Lilly glanced back to it, furrowing her brow, then back to the Norwegian. She snorted. "Oh, I get it. You just want to get famous, huh?" The blonde evidently wanted her fifteen minutes of fame to happen on the most spectacular web show out there. "If you were a real fan you'd know that my sluts can tear each other apart for hours to keep themselves entertained. They don't need me stoking that fire. But I should get back there. So now you've backed yourself into a corner, Slut Britta. Either you leave, or you 'audition' those saggy tits for me, and maybe I'll think about putting you on camera, 'kay?"

Britta's smoothness turned back into frustration when Lilly came right back. "Exactly! You'd never become friends with somebody with lower than a double F cup!" Britta explained. "Why would somebody try to make friends with somebody they think is just going to blow them off, because they do not have gigantic breasts?" she said. She knew Lilly would be mean, and insult her chest, and her looks, and everything else... but she hadn't prepared for just how utterly patronizing she was, and that was the most frustrating thing of them all. Every point that Britta tried to make, Lilly brushed it off and said she was just looking for humiliation, or attention, or something.

Britta didn't usually have a temper, but she was beginning to boil over. "But if you want me to take off my top so badly, then fine! I will!" the chest Norwegian said, before pulling off her sweater from the bottom, revealing her gigantic, bare chest! It seemed that her breasts grew a cup once freed. If they hadn't looked on par with Lilly's before, they sure did now. Britta's cheeks were tinted a very light pink as she got goosebumps from the sudden cold on her chest, her nipples stiffening just the slightest bit. "Are you satisfied?" she asked, stepping forward, their giant tits mere millimeters from touching one another. Her sweater was clutched in her right hand, at her side. "Does this quench your thirst?" she asked, beginning to smirk a little. She figured that there was just about nothing that she could say that would affect Lilly, due to how jaded she was, but she also figured that if she did the right things, pushed the right buttons... Lilly would take her seriously.

"Not that I care anymore," Britta lied a little, "But what's your 'review?'" she asked in a mocking tone.

Lilly spread her arms and shrugged when Britta talked about how she wouldn't make friends with anyone less than an F-cup. It was true, but it was hardly relevant. "I would never try to harm her or inconvenience her, either. She's a non-factor to me, completely and totally. I don't care what she does, for better or worse." Lilly hoped that that was clear enough for Britta. She would never wish anything bad on someone, or stand by if they were in danger. But if they had a flat chest, she was not going to go out of her way to make friends with them. Her whole life was focused on her tits, and she was proud of them. She loved them.

Britta would take her sweater off then, and in doing so she managed to get a bit of a rise out of Lilly again. Because when her tits bounced free, they looked...well, huge. Lilly flinched as the beach ball-sized knockers bounced towards her and nearly collided with her. As they settled, they looked clearly bigger than Lilly's pair. But Lilly still had her bra on. Gah...impressive...but they're still not quite there. Mine are still bigger, she thought, and she had a genuinely relieved smile on her face when she looked back up to meet Britta's gaze. She knew now, for sure, that hers were bigger.

"Not bad," she would say honestly, "but I do have a few notes." Her smile turned into a disarming, almost entrancing one, as she held out a hand for Britta to grasp. "If you're a real fan, you know there's only one place for a real tit review." She inclined her head towards the webcam.

"But they're not a 'non-factor' to me. I care what they do, and what they think!" Britta tried to explain... again. "Do you think people would try to talk to or make friends with a person who they think doesn't give a damn about them?" she said. She wondered how many women had chosen not to approach her because of her bust, and how many more dates she could have had if people thought differently about the community she had been born into. It was a rather selfish line of reasoning, but it saddened her no less.

Then, Lilly made the offer.

"Uhm..."

At first, Britta was reluctant. She stared at the vlogger's hand for a few moments. Would she be undermining her point if she went on the show of the very woman she sought to prove wasn't a good mouthpiece? But at the same time, going on the said show had been a dream of hers for a little while...  "If that is what it will take for you to take me seriously, then fine." The topless Norwegian took Lilly's hand, and let herself be led to the camera and the hallowed desktop computer where the show watched by throngs of people was livestreamed routinely. On the inside, Britta was very excited, but on the outside she kept a straight face. Stay serious, stay serious. Lilly would just degrade you further if you showed that you were excited. She stood next to Lilly's chair and waited for her introduction with her arms crossed, a little bit nervous.