Close enough
About 20 years ago, my wife's best friend for life got married. She was (and still is) a cute little petite blonde, maybe an A-cup chest. Her sister-in-law was not. SIL was a voluptuous brunette, stacked like a brick shithouse, and smoking hot. I bet she was at least a large, full C-cup, maybe a D-cup.
So friend, being petite and not so curvy, chose for her bridesmaids dresses that they maybe would not have themselves chosen. Strapless, low on the shoulders, and kind of wrap around. I teased the wife before the wedding that if a couple of stitches or hooks or whatever gave way they would just be walking right out of them. At the reception, it was quite entertaining to watch the bridesmaids fussing with those dresses.
SIL was out on the dance floor with her young children (about 6 or 7 yo) and dancing up a storm. They held hands and the three of them are dancing in a circle. A fast song comes on and she begins dancing quite vigorously, all the while her hands being occupied as her dress drops lower and lower.
And then her tits just popped right out the top of the dress. Big beautiful areolae and nipples. Areolae must have been silver dollar sized.
She immediately realized it, shook off the children's hands, pulled up her dress, and ran off the dance floor holding the dress up all the time to hide in the back. She was absolutely mortified and it took another hour before she would come out of the back corner.
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