In Small Packages
“Come on, Carly, you just have to learn how to work it.”
Yeah, right, the dark-haired girl thought, but she was under no illusion that if she wanted to, her fair-haired friend could have just about any guy in the place. “That’s easy for you to say.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” her friend said over the din of the noise in the bar.
“It means you’re...”
“What?” Alex asked. “I didn’t hear you.”
“It means you’re...”
Alex shook her head again. “I still didn’t hear you,” she said again. “What did you say?”
“It means you’re stacked,” Carly said in a voice that was perhaps a little louder than she had intended and that just happened to coincide with a lull in the noise and Carly couldn’t help but slink back in her chair as heads turned to look their way.
If Alex noticed the attention, she didn’t show it. Could her friend actually not be aware of the attention she was getting, Carly wondered, or was it just that she was so used to the attention that she took it as a given, or maybe she did notice it but she just wasn’t letting on that she did.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re stacked or not,” Alex said. “What matters is how you use what you got.”
Yeah, that was easy for her to say, Carly thought, but it was easy to say that when you had a lot.
“Is there a guy you like here?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Well if you like him, you gotta go get him.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
“Look, tell me who it is and I’ll get him to come over here for you.”
Carly couldn’t help but sigh. Her friend just didn’t get it. There was a guy in here she liked. Several of them in fact, but she didn’t want the guy to come over there because of Alex. She wanted the guy to come over there because of her.
It was a long night at the club and even so, it wasn’t like Carly didn’t get some attention. Still, it wasn’t like she got the same attention as her obviously more well endowed friend.
“So how’d it go,” her roommate asked when Carly arrived home.
“I think maybe I should be asking you the same thing,” Carly said. “You should have come with us.”
Hayley Devereaux just laughed. “I told you,” said the dark-haired girl, “I just wanted to be by myself and besides, the last thing I wanted to do was spend some time with Little Miss Big Boobs but you still didn’t tell me. How did it go?”
“It went fine,” Carly said.
“You don’t sound so sure of yourself,” her roommate said with concern.
“No, I am,” Carly said, and yet even to her own ears, she could hear the hesitation.
“Well okay then. Tell me all about it.”
“We went to the club.”
“Yeah, yeah. I figured that out.”
“The place was jumping.”
“It always is,” Hayley said.
And that’s when Hayley heard her friend’s voice trail off. “She was at it again,” Carly finally said.
“Who was?” although Hayley already knew.
“Alex was. She was trying to tell me I needed to go out and be more aggressive.”
“Did you tell her that’s not your style? Did you tell her you like seeing if the guy has enough guts to come to you?”
“Yeah. I mean sort of.”
“What do you mean sort of?”
“It means I tried to tell her.”
“And what’d she say to that?”
“She offered to go get a guy for me.”
“How was she going to do that?”
“What do you think?”
“Waving her boobs around again, was she?”
“Yup.”
“She thinks her tits are the be all, end all, you know.”
“I know.”
“And the truth is, she could be a really cute girl if she wasn’t relying on her boobs to get her everything she wanted.”
“I know that.”
“So why are you so jealous of her?”
“I’m not jealous of her.”
“Yeah right.”
“Hayley, I’m serious. I’m not jealous of her.”
“You better not be. You’re too damned cute to be jealous of her.”
“I’m not,” Carly said again.
Her friend looked at her for a moment longer and then she nodded. “You better not be.” On the other hand, Hayley thought, something really ought to be done about that other girl.
Alex woke up alone the next morning. She’d had a good night out at the club but it wasn’t her style to let just any boy bring her home.
She pulled off the big oversized t-shirt that she normally slept in and instinctively, her hands just seemed to find their way to her breasts. She loved her breasts. Now, the question was what should she wear today. Whatever it was, it was going to have to show off her breasts.
She frowned just a bit as she looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her breasts again. Odd, she thought. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t see anything wrong but when she touched herself, she had the niggling feeling that something was wrong.
She shook her head. It was probably nothing, she thought. It was probably just her imagination.
So what to wear. The day was Sunday which meant she could dress to tease. Hmm. A pair of short, denim shorts and a tight, little top. She grinned at that. With the way breasts were, a lot of tops were tight on her, just the way she wanted them.
But that was just the thing. When she put her top on, it still felt tight but she had the feeling it wasn’t quite as tight as she had remembered it being.
No, it had to be her imagination. It just had to be but then there was one way to find out for sure.
It looked like she was going to be going to the pool.
Another clothing change and then she was wearing a red bikini, some suntan lotion, a pair of sunglasses and nothing else.
It was a hot day and the pool area was sure to be crowded. Already, people were there staking out their positions. It looked to be a good day.
Alex found a spot she liked and she set herself up. She wasn’t out here so much to get a tan as she was out here to find a guy and her body was the bait. All she had to do was wait.
It wasn’t a long wait.
His name was Steve or at least that was what Alex though his name was. She’d seen him around the apartment complex. He probably thought he was so cool. Well, maybe he was kind of cute but that wasn’t what had her attention. What had her attention was the way he was totally checking out her breasts, just like he should be.
“Hey,” she said, knowing full well that for all his pretensions of not looking at her, he actually couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.
“Who me?”
“Yes, you. You’re blocking the sun.”
“Oh sorry. I didn’t know I was in your way.”
Like hell he didn’t.
“My name’s Steve,” the boy said.
“Alex.”
“I know.”
Well of course he did, the girl thought. He’d better damn well know who she was.
“I moved in a couple of months ago,” the boy said.
“Mm hmm,” Alex said but she couldn’t help but love the way Steve’s eyes just seemed to make love to her breasts.
“How long you been here?” Steve asked.
“Here here or here in the complex?” Alex asked.
“Both or either. Take your pick.”
“Come on. You don’t really want to know that, do you?”
“What?”
“I can see you checking me out. I know what you want.”
“Which is what?”
“I don’t have to tell you that, do I?”
Steve shook his head. “No actually, you don’t. I was thinking maybe the two of us should get together sometime.”
“Sometime? How about now?”
She really wasn’t that forward, Alex told herself. In fact, she really wasn’t all that forward at all. Usually, a guy had to prove himself before she’d let him get her out of her panties but there was just something about the way she’d felt that morning that was still lingering with her and she had the feeling she needed to prove something to herself.
“Wow.”
“What?”
“You move fast,” Steve said.
“What? Are you saying you can’t keep up?”
“No, I mean ... no, I just didn’t expect it. That’s all.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“Like I said before. I think maybe we should go someplace to ... you know. To get better acquainted.”
“Your place or mine?”
“Well, considering that my roommate might still be around—”
“Mine it is,” Alex said with a laugh. “Come on.”
He really was so easy to lead along. She led him to her bedroom. “Do you want to see my breasts?” she asked.
“Hell yeah,” he said and if the way he was looking at her was any indication, he really did want to see her tits but Alex wasn’t going to give in that easily.
“If you want to see them,” she said, “you’re going to have to show me something first.”
“Like what?”
“Like I want to see your cock.”
“You want to see what?”
“You heard me. I want to see your cock.”
“You’re serious.”
“Of course,” Alex said as she leaned back on her bed. “If you show me your cock, I’ll show you my tits.”
That was all it took to get Steve to open the drawstring on his shorts and then he was pushing his shorts down and then his underwear, too.
“Oh yeah,” Alex moaned as she laid there on the bed and as her hands pressed her bikini bottoms against her pussy. “That’s it, but you have to take it all off, baby.”
“All?”
“I want to see you naked,” Alex moaned. “Take it all off.”
Steve removed his shirt and he was finally naked.
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it. Now pull on it for me.”
“What?”
“I want to see you pull on your cock.”
“You do, do you?”
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s what I want. I want you to tease me with your cock.”
Steve’s hand twisted his cock and then he was stroking his member. “You mean like this?” he asked.
Alex’s hand rubbed her pussy even harder. “Yeah,” she moaned. “Yeah. I mean like that.”
“So when you going to show me those tits?”
“Soon, baby. Soon.”
“It better be,” the boy groaned.
“Why? Are you getting ready to cum for me?”
“Yeah.”
“God, I really want to see that.”
“I thought you said I was going to get to see your tits.”
Alex was rubbing her pussy even harder. She was so close now. “You want to see my tits?” she asked.
“Oh yeah.”
“Well you keep doing what you’re doing, you’re going to get to see them. I promise.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Do you like girls with big tits, Baby?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Well feast your eyes on these then,” Alex said and even as she said it, she pulled the string on her bikini top and with one swipe of her hand, her breasts sprang into view.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned and in the next instant, he was cumming all over her breasts.
Yeah right, the girl told herself. She’d been afraid that her breasts were somehow becoming diminished. Yeah right. Her breasts were just as great as they’d ever been.
But the next morning when she woke up, she was sure. As hard as it was to believe, her breasts were actually smaller.
Alex couldn’t help but stare at herself. How could this even be, she wondered. She’d never heard of it before but her breasts were actually getting smaller and she didn’t need her hands to feel the change. Now, she could see it.
She needed help, she told herself. She needed help right away, and that’s when she decided that what she really needed was to see Dr. Talbott.”
The problem, of course, was that it wasn’t as easy as that because Dr. Talbott’s nurse kept wanting to know what her problem was and there was no way that Alex wanted to tell the nosy woman that her breasts were too small. After all, it was none of her business.
“It’s about my breasts,” Alex tried to say.
That got the nurse’s attention. “Did you find a lump?” she asked.
“What? No. Nothing like that.”
“What then?”
What indeed. “I just wanted to ask the doctor some questions.”
“About what?”
“They’re um ... they’re kind of private.”
“I assure you. I won’t tell anyone.”
“I know, but—”
“But what?”
“I’d really like to tell the doctor.”
“I really need to know what’s bothering you so I can tell the doctor.”
“Can’t I just see the doctor?”
It was clear the nurse didn’t like that but Alex wasn’t about to give in so finally the nurse did. “Fine,” the woman finally said. “I’ll tell Dr. Talbott you have a problem with your breasts.”
“That would be fine.”
The nurse told Alex to get undressed and that the doctor would be with her shortly and it wasn’t long before there was a knock at her door and Dr. Talbott then entered.
He was a thirty-something year old man with curly hair and a rustic look about him. Alex had always thought it was cool that she had a cute doctor, but on this day, she hardly noticed it. “What seems to be the problem today?” the man asked after the pleasantries had been exchanged. “Nurse Hatcher says it has something to do with the breasts.”
“Yeah, I’ve got a bit of a problem, Dr. Talbott.”
“What seems to be the matter?”
“It’s my breasts, doctor.”
“What about them?”
Did she really have to tell him, the blond wondered. Wasn’t it obvious what was happening? She gritted her teeth. She didn’t even want to say it for fear that saying it would somehow make her problem even more real.
“What seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked again.
“My breasts,” Alex began, “they’re getting, I mean, I think they’re getting smaller.”
“Really now,” the doctor said with a smile. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Alex could feel her anger flare. “I don’t care what you think, Dr. Talbott. I’m telling you. My breasts are getting smaller.”
“All right then, assuming that you’re right, what do you want me to do?”
“Isn’t that obvious, Doctor. I want you to make them big again.”
The man smiled. “You know I’m not a plastic surgeon, don’t you?”
“I know that, doctor, but I don’t want a plastic surgeon.”
Now it was Dr. Talbott’s turn to be confused. “I’m not sure I understand what you do want then.”
“I want you to make my breasts big like they were before,” Alex said even as she tried to control her anger. God, was it really that hard for the man to understand?
“Well, I suppose ... if you really want me to do something, I suppose you’re going to have to show me your breasts.”
“Of course, doctor.”
“Would you mind if I ...”
He wanted to touch her, but of course, that was okay. After all, he was going to help her.
“How big would you say these were,” the man asked.
“I think they’re C’s now.”
“That’s not bad.”
But, doctor, they used to be bigger than that. I used to have double D’s.”
“Uh huh,” the man said in a tone that hardly seemed to say he believed her. Couldn’t he remember, Alex wondered. Couldn’t he remember what she’d looked like before. “Tell me something though,” the man said. “Why would you want to change these anyways?”
“Doctor,” Alex said.
“What?” the man asked even as his hands continued to play with the blond’s breasts.
“Are you sure you should be doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“Are you sure you should be playing with my tits like that?”
“I’m not playing with your tits,” the man said even as his hands seemed to do exactly that.
“It sure looks like you are.”
“That’s what you know,” the doctor said even as his hands continued to feel Alex’s breasts. “I’m giving you an examination.”
“An examination?”
“You said you wanted bigger tits.”
“I did. I mean, I do.”
“I don’t know why you’d want them any bigger than they are right now.”
“Doctor?”
“I’ve always said the girls with the smaller breasts were nicer than the girls with the bigger breasts but really, your breasts still aren’t that small, are they?”
“They’re smaller than they used to be,” Alex complained. “That’s all I have to know.”
“But they’re cuter this way.”
“Doctor!”
“I think I know something that might help.”
“What?”
“Get down on your knees,” the man said.
“On my knees? Why?”
“Just do it,” the man said.
Hesitantly, Alex climbed down off the examination table and then she knelt in front of the doctor.
“Now, we’re going to do this,” the doctor said.
“Doctor! What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m taking my cock out.”
“Why?” the girl asked suspiciously.
“You said you wanted my help.”
“Yeah but—”
“But what? Now, just push your breasts together. Yeah, like that. Oh yeah. Just like that.”
Oh my God, the girl thought. She couldn’t believe it but her doctor was actually fucking her tits. “Are you sure you should be doing this?” she asked.
“Quiet,” the man said as he continued to stroke his cock between her tits. “I’m working here.”
Alex looked down at the man’s cock sliding in between her breasts and then she looked up at the man. She couldn’t really see just what the heck it was that he was supposed to be doing but he was a doctor, she thought. Maybe this was some kind of a new treatment ...
But if it was, it was a treatment she’d never heard of before.
And there was something else. It did kind of feel good. In a way, it felt really good. In a way, it made her feel like her breasts weren’t all that small. After all, she could still take a guy’s cock between her breasts, except ...
Except that it had been easier before. There was no denying that.
The man groaned.
“Doctor,” Alex asked. “Doctor, is everything all right?”
The man groaned again. “Oh yes,” he assured her. “Everything’s ... everything’s fine.”
She certainly hoped so.
The man groaned again but this time before Alex could ask if he was all right, the girl felt something warm and wet on her chest.
“Oh my God,” the girl raged. “Dr. Talbott, you’re cumming on my breasts.”
“I know. Isn’t it great?”
“I thought you said this was supposed to help,” the girl said.
“It is helping.”
“How?”
“It’s helping me a lot,”
“This isn’t about you,” Alex raged. “It’s about me. It’s about my tits. God, I thought you knew that.”
“What? Do you think you’re the first girl to come here complaining about the size of your tits? Come on. Get real.”
“Doctor!”
“If I gave in to every little girl who came in here complaining about wanting bigger breasts, I might as well have become a plastic surgeon but that’s not what I am. I’m a GP and a damned good one. You got a problem, I’ll take care of it. You need a specialist, I’ll refer you, but if you can’t be proud of what you already have, I can’t help you with that. My advice to you is learn to live with it.”
“Doctor Talbott.”
“I think we’ve spent enough time on this foolishness, don’t you.”
“I ... I ...I’m not being foolish.”
“I don’t think that’s for you to decide. Now get yourself cleaned up and get out of here.”
“I ... I ... I never,” a flustered Alex spluttered.
“My advice to you,” her doctor said just before he left the examination room, “is learn to live with yourself because if you can’t live with yourself, how do you expect anyone else to do it.”
Alex couldn’t believe it. Her doctor had just cum on her tits. She shook her head in disbelief and she got dressed. It was only after she left the doctor’s office that she thought about keeping something that might have proved what he’d done to her but even then, she knew she wasn’t going to do anything about it. She was just too embarrassed.
She went home because she couldn’t think of anything better to do with herself. She took out some books and she tried to get some studying done but every time she did, her concentration seemed to keep getting pulled back to her breasts. She’d never been as fixated on them before when they were bigger but now that they were smaller, it was like she couldn’t seem to stop thinking about them.
The next morning when Alex woke up, she knew right away that there was something wrong. She practically ran to the mirror and she would have screamed if she would have thought it would have done any good. Her once proud breasts were mere shadows of their former selves.
She didn’t care what her doctor said. This was wrong. Breasts just weren’t supposed to do this. They weren’t supposed to get smaller.
She wondered just how big they were and she couldn’t help but sneer at the thought. Big. Yeah right. Like the word “big” even applied to her breasts anymore.
She probably wasn’t an A-cup, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. At least, she wasn’t that small but just that thought was enough to make her shiver. What if ... but no, it couldn’t be ... something would make it stop. She couldn’t get that small, could she?
She certainly hoped not but she lacked the certainty that she wished she had. It could be, she told herself and at the same time, she told herself it couldn’t be.
Her breasts probably weren’t even C’s anymore, not that she’d really know. It wasn’t like she spent time looking at other women’s breasts and certainly she didn’t look at women with inferior breasts, only ... only now, she was the one with the inferior breasts. She growled in frustration. Something just had to be done about it and it had to be done now.
One thing was certain though. There was no way she was going to go out looking the way she now looked. She was ugly, she told herself and if she couldn’t be seen like she normally was, then she didn’t want to be seen at all.
She’d spend the day at home, she told herself. So what if she missed a few classes. She’d already decided that she wasn’t going to go out looking this way and besides, this was more important. She’d stay and home and she’d look through the Internet and damn it, she was going to find something that was going to help her.
One good thing with not going out was that you didn’t have to worry who was going to see you. A pair of old sweat pants and a wife beater tee and okay, in the not too decent past, her tits would have rocked this tee, she told herself, but in a way, this was almost fine. In a way, her smaller breasts were more comfortable in the t-shirt than her bigger breasts had been but almost as quickly, she caught herself. Stop it, she told herself. That was a defeatist way of thinking. She’d had big tits before and God willing, she soon would have big tits again.
Just like she’d told herself she would, Alex started her day out searching the Internet for something that would help her but somehow, she never seemed to find what she was looking for. Oh sure, there were plenty of sites for plastic surgeons but like she’d told Dr. Talbott, that wasn’t what she wanted anyway.
There were articles about breast cancer but Alex didn’t want those either. Her breasts couldn’t be shrinking because of that, could they. She certainly hoped not and to tell the truth, she’d never heard of anyone saying anything like that. No, she told herself. No, it just couldn’t be that.
But if it wasn’t that, then what was it? As much as she looked, she found absolutely nothing about breasts getting smaller. If the Internet was to be believed, then breasts didn’t just get smaller on their own.
But hers were.
And there was something that bothered her as well and she wasn’t even sure why it bothered her but her search was bringing up other things as well. She supposed it was to be expected after all. Punch breasts into a search engine and what did you think you were going to get.
It was girls. It really was hard to think of them as women Alex told herself, but it was girls with small breasts. They certainly seemed happy, Alex thought, although really, how happy could they be. They had to be putting on the best face they could, trying to look happy as they showed off their little, tiny titties, almost as if they were proud of what they had. Alex didn’t get it. If if were her, she wouldn’t be showing herself off like that.
Alex growled at herself as she realized what it was she’d just been thinking. She didn’t have little titties, she told herself and she most certainly wasn’t going to be a cute, little girl like those girls were. She had big tits and she had to keep telling herself that and as soon as she figured out how to get her old tits back, she was going to have big tits again.
As she looked at one site, she couldn’t help but note that the girls certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves. She let her fingers play with her nipples and she couldn’t help but moan. So sensitive, she told herself. It was almost as if, but no, that couldn’t be, but it was almost as if what her breasts had lost in size, they’d gained in sensitivity, but that just couldn’t be.
Still, it did feel good to play with her breasts.
She let her hand slide down inside her sweatpants and then down inside her panties. Ooh, she told herself. She was wet but how could that be?
She didn’t care why she was wet. She just care that she was wet..
Her fingers continued to rub her pussy even as her other hand continued to play with her titties.
And it was only then that she heard the knock at her door.
She could have let it go, she told herself. She probably should have let it go, she told herself but then there it came again. And again. And again.
Fine. She’d answer the door.
It was Patrick. He lived a couple of doors down from her. Nice enough guy but he was the kind of guy that could disappear in a crowd of three. “What do you want?” she demanded.
“I just came over to see if I could get back the book you borrowed,” he said.
He interrupted her for that, Alex thought. How dumb. In fact, now that she was thinking about it, she was trying to remember just where the heck she’d put it. She was doing a report and she’d been talking to Patrick’s roommate about it, and that was how Patrick had become involved in the conversation but where the heck was the book?
“Do you have it?” Patrick asked again.
“Yeah, I got it,” Alex said. “Come on inside,” and even as she invited the boy inside, she was trying to remember just where the heck she’d put it.
“Nice place,” Patrick said.
“Yeah thanks.” The bedroom, Alex thought. That’s where it is. I took it in there and it put me right to sleep, kind of like Patrick does, she thought with a smile.
She retrieved the book but when she turned around, there was Patrick right behind her.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
“I thought you wanted me to follow you.”
Why the heck would I want to do that, Alex thought but then something else occurred to her. She was still thinking about the girls on the Internet and just how much they seemed to enjoy having their insignificant little titties. Well, it was time to put Patrick to the test. “I got a question for you.”
“Sure.”
Alex flipped up her little tee and she was amused at the way Patrick just stared at her little breasts. “Do you think I’m cute?” she asked.
The right answer was no, of course. No one with breasts as small as hers could be considered cute but Patrick seemed to disagree. “I, um, I ... wow.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I, um, yeah, I mean yeah, I think you’re cute,” and then he did something she hadn’t expected him to do. He reached out and touched them.
What are you doing? That’s what she’d meant to say but as soon as his fingers found her nipples, she couldn’t help but moan. He might have been a dork but dammit, her nipples were just that sensitive.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
Oooh, there was just something about the way his hands felt on her tits. “Yeah,” she murmured. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
“Cool, cause I was worried there but I just had to touch them.”
Oh, geez. This was so wrong.
“Do you think maybe we could, you know—”
“What?”
“You know. I mean, I’d like to do ... you know ... I’d like to do more than just touch them.”
She finally got it. “Oh my God. You can’t mean it.”
“What? It’s not like it’s a bad thing.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I thought we could have sex.”
She should have said no. That’s what she told herself but for some reason, the words just didn’t come. Maybe it was that Alex was feeling a little self-conscious about her body. Maybe it was that she just craved the attention. Maybe it was for some other reason but whatever the reason, Alex said yes.
It seemed Patrick was having difficulty believing it, too. “You mean it,” he asked and Alex nodded.
“What should we do?” the boy asked.
God, the boy didn’t even know what he was doing, Alex told herself but before she could rethink her position, she discarded her top once and for all and then her sweat pants were just as easily disposed of and then her panties were just as quickly tossed aside. She laid down on her bed and she looked up at the boy. “Your turn,” she said.
The boy just looked at her and Alex couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually going to do it. He seemed so reserved. He seemed so gutless that Alex couldn’t help but wonder if he had the guts to show her what he had.
But then the boy just shrugged and he pulled off his shirt and then he was opening his belt and he was unzipping his jeans. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
Alex slid a hand between her legs and she rubbed her pussy. Damn, this was making her hotter. “Of course, I’m sure.”
Patrick paused for a moment longer and then he was pushing his jeans down past his hips and Alex realized that for some reason, she was holding her breath.
And that’s when he pushed his underwear down.
“Holy shit,” the blond exclaimed. It wasn’t like Patrick had the biggest cock that she’d ever seen, but somehow, that just seemed to be the right thing to say.
“You like this?” Patrick asked.
“Hell yeah. I want you ... I want you to fuck me with that.”
“Okay,” the boy said and with that, he slipped down between her legs and then he was pushing his cock into her pussy.
“Oh my God,” the blond moaned.
“You like this?” the boy asked.
“Oh God, yeah,” the girl said and she wasn’t sure why. This obviously wasn’t the first time she’d had a boy inside her and yet it almost felt like it was. “I love it when you fuck me,” she gushed.
“I love it when I fuck you, too,” the boy said.
Oh God, this was good.
“I’m going to cum,” Patrick announced.
“I want you to,” Alex said. “I want you to cum so bad.”
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned again.
“I want you to pull it out,” Alex said.
“What?”
“I want you to pull it out before you cum. Don’t cum in my pussy.”
“Why?”
She wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had boys cum there before but for some reason, she didn’t want it now. “Just do it, please.”
“Okay,” Patrick agreed. “Here it comes.”
He pulled out just in the nick of time and then there was his cock, shooting ribbons of cum up over Alex’s body.
“Oh my God,” the boy groaned. “Oh my God. I love cumming on your cute, little tits.”
Alex found herself suddenly enraged. “What did you say?” she demanded.
“What?” the boy asked.
“What did you just say to me?” the girl asked.
“I just said I liked cumming on you,” the boy said defensively.
“No. That’s not everything you said.”
“What else did I say?”
“You said I had cute, little tits.”
“I did?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Well okay, so?”
“So you shouldn’t have said that.”
“Why? What should I have said?”
“You could have said anything you wanted to,” Alex said, “just so long as you didn’t call them little.”
“I didn’t know,” an obviously bewildered Patrick said.
“Yeah well, just get out.”
“What?”
“Get out of here. Just pick up your clothes and get the hell out of my bedroom. Get out of here now.”
“You’re serious.”
“Yeah, I’m serious. Get out of here. Get out of here now.”
The next morning, Alex’s breasts were even smaller. She was barely an A-cup now. This couldn’t be happening to her the girl told herself and yet there was no doubt that it was.
She stared forlornly at herself in the mirror. How could this have happened to her, she wondered. There was almost nothing left of her breasts.
She was still looking at herself in the mirror when she heard a knock at her door. There was no way she was going to answer it though. She couldn’t answer it. How could she answer it? After all, how could she answer it when she looked like ... when she looked like this.
She continued to stare at herself in the mirror but whoever it was, they just didn’t get the message. They kept right on knocking.
Fuck them, Alex told herself. They could knock until their fucking hand fell off. She wasn’t going to answer that door. Not the way she was now.
But still the knocking continued. What if it was important, Alex wondered but then she looked down at her chest. What could be more important than this.
And still the knocking continued.
Fine. She’d answer the stupid door but she wasn’t going to be at all nice to whoever the hell was out there.
She opened the door to find a rather mousy looking dark haired girl that she’d never seen before standing there. “What do you want?” she spat out.
“I wanted to talk with you. My name’s Hayley Devereaux.”
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“Not really. I merely said it as a means of introduction.”
“I’m not in the mood for any games,” Alex said. “Why are you knocking on my fucking door?”
“Sounds like you’re having a bad day.”
“Yeah, I am, but it’s about to get a whole lot better when I slam my door in your face.”
“It’s about your breasts, isn’t it?”
“Wh-what?”
“It’s about your breasts, isn’t it. You know, if you weren’t caught up in how great your breasts were, maybe this wouldn’t have been necessary.”
It took Alex a moment t realize just what it was that the other woman was saying but when she did, her voice took on a menacing tone. “You,” she said. “You did this to me.”
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“Because you were mean to Carly.”
Because I was mean to Carly? What the hell’s she got to do with this and I wasn’t mean to Carly.”
“She’s my roommate and you made her cry.”
“When?”
“The other night when you were at the club.”
“She wasn’t crying.”
“Not at the club but later when she got back. You made her feel bad because you had bigger breasts than her.”
“I did not.”
“Yes you did.”
“Listen, that’s crazy but whatever you did to me, you better make it stop and you better give me my old tits back.”
Hayley just smiled. “Funny you should say it like that.”
“Funny I should say it like what?”
“Funny you should use the words old tits. I don’t know why anyone would want old tits anyways.”
“I want my old tits back,” Alex said with an impatient stamp of her foot.
“And if I don’t?”
“If you don’t, I’ll make your life a living hell, so help me God.”
“Oooh, now that sounds like a threat and just so you know, I don’t take all that well to threats.”
Almost as quickly as Alex’s ire had flared up, it disappeared. “Please,” she whimpered. “I just want my old tits back.”
“Hmm. What would you give me if I did give them back to you?”
“What do you want?”
“Now that is the question, isn’t it?”
“What do you want?”
“First things first. You got to stop treating Carly like she’s crap all the time.”
“I don’t.”
Hayley held up a hand and just as quickly as the outburst had begun, it came to an end. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other. Carly’s a nice girl. You need to treat her that way.”
“Okay.”
“Next thing. You got to stop acting like your breasts are the greatest thing since sliced bread. They’re not, you know.”
“Okay,” Alex said again. She didn’t agree but she would have said she agreed to whatever Hayley said if it meant she was was going to get her old tits back.
“And finally, you’ve got to learn to enjoy yourself.”
“Agreed,” Alex said. That was so easy to agree to. If she was going to get her tits back, then she totally was going to enjoy herself.
“All right then,” Hayley said. “I think we have an understanding.”
“So what happens now?” Alex asked. “When do I get my old tits back?”
“Easy there, Sister. It took a while to get you where you are now. It’s going to take a while to get you back where you were before.”
“How long?” Alex asked.
“Oh I don’t know. We’ll see.”
We’ll see? Why that was no answer at all and it certainly wasn’t any kind of answer that Alex was willing to take. “I want my tits back right now,” she said with the stomp of a foot. “I want them back ... right ... now!”
“I told you. You’ve got to learn to enjoy yourself,” Hayley said.
“And I told you. I want my tits back ... right ... now.”
“Hmm. If you’re going to be like that, then maybe we’re going to have to wait and see.”
“What? No, but I want my breasts back. Can I have them please?”
“Not today at least and if you keep bothering me about them, maybe not ever.”
Alex glared at the other woman but she couldn’t help but know she didn’t hold the cards here. She had no idea what it was that had been done to her or just how the heck it could be undone so after glaring balefully at the other woman, she meekly agreed.
That night, she had the weirdest dream.
Her breasts were even smaller than they had been before. In fact, if it weren’t for the puffiness of her nipples they might have been almost completely flat but there she was. She was wearing a skirt but from the waist up she was wearing nothing.
There were two guys there with her, two guys who seemed to have their minds on only one thing. These guys liked her little tiny breasts.
It was infuriating, she wanted to tell them. She wasn’t like this. Her breasts really weren’t this small only every time she tried to tell them that, one of the guys would kiss her breasts and whatever she’d meant to say would dissolve into a feeling of gooey wetness.
The next morning when Alex awoke, her breasts were smaller than they’d ever been before. In fact, they looked suspiciously like the breasts in her dream.
Alex was sad but more than that, she was mad. Hayley had promised her, damn it. Well fine. She was going to find the bitch and when she did, oh boy, when she did find her, she was going to kick the bitch’s mother fucking ass.
It wasn’t hard to find Hayley. The girl wasn’t at her apartment but when Alex went looking for her on campus, there she was talking to a couple of boys. “Hey,” Alex said, “I want to talk to you.”
If Hayley was at all offended by Alex’s tone, she did a good job at hiding it. “Would you look at what we have here,” she said. “What can I do for you, Alex?”
It was only then that Alex recognized the boys that Hayley had been talking to. These were the boys from her dream.
“What can I do for you?” Hayley asked again.
“It’s that thing,” Alex said evasively. “You know. That thing we talked about yesterday.”
“Oh, you mean how you have such tiny tits. You mean that thing?”
Alex stopped abruptly. She didn’t mind talking about it whenever and wherever Hayley wanted to. She just didn’t want any the people to hear what they were saying. “Listen,” she said. “Can I talk with you in private?”
“Isn’t that cute,” Hayley said. “You little titty girls are always so self-conscious.”
“I ... no ... I mean, I want to talk to you,” a flustered Alex said. “I want to talk to you about ... you know, what we talked about yesterday.”
“Alex here wants bigger tits,” Hayley explained, “and for some reason, she thinks I can give them to her but really, I don’t know why she wants bigger tits. I think she looks so cute with her teeny, tiny titties. Don’t you guys think so?”
The boys were nodding and Alex couldn’t help but feel flustered. This was all wrong, she told herself. “I really need to talk to you,” she told the other girl and yet even as she did, she was eying the two boys and she wasn’t even sure why.
“Look at her,” Hayley said again. “I think she likes you two boys. “Isn’t that cute?”
She did like them, Alex realized, but no wait, she was ... she was here for a reason ... wasn’t she?
“Is there something you’d like to show Tom and Sam here?” Hayley asked.
Was there something ... no, there wasn’t something, only ... only, there was that dream ... she ...she .. she was ...
“Come on,” Hayley said. “Show them.”
Show them, Alex thought. Of course. Show them. Her hands reached for the hem of her top and then she was flipping it up in the way that only little titty girls like her could do.
Mmm. the guys were all over her, first eating up her little titties with their eyes and then moving closer for a better look.
Alex stood there with her top still raised. It was so cool that she didn’t need to wear a bra anymore. She pitied the girls who had to wear a bra. It was so nice to just lift up your top and have the guys feast their eyes on your little, tiny titties.
And then the boys were helping her off with her top and she loved it. One of them was sucking on her eager, puffy nipple even as the other one was helping get her out of her skirt.
And then her panties were gone and Alex could have sworn she’d been taller before but short, little titty girls with their little round butts always were so cute and she definitely was a little titty girl. A hand stroked her little hairless pussy. Oh my God, she thought. This was making her so hot. “You guys want to go somewhere?” she asked.
Apparently they did but as the boys were about to lead her away, Hayley stopped them. “Didn’t you want to ask me something?” she asked.
Had she, Alex wondered. It seemed like she had but whatever it was that she might have wanted, it could wait. After all, one of them, was it Tom or was it Sam, Alex didn’t care ... but one of them had his cock right there where her hand could feel him and the other one ... oh fuck, the other one was feeling up her teeny tiny titties. Damn, she couldn’t wait to get these boys inside her teeny, tiny pussy.
“Alex?”
“Later,” the girl said. She had some fucking to do and was going to look fucking cute doing it.