The Princess and the Popper
Chapter 4
Catherine found herself out on a street somewhere although what street it was or how close she was to her boarding house was a mystery to her. All she knew was a street somewhere and there were vendors there hawking their wares.
She continued to chew the bubble gum that she’d been given and she continued to be surprised that the taste was blueberry. Seeing that it had been purple, she’d just assumed that the flavor would have been grape but it wasn’t. It was blueberry and she loved blueberry.
Still, it was a bit odd that she was chewing gum at all. She’d always been told that chewing gum was vulgar and she’d always believed it but ever since that day when Deedee had been pushed into her apartments in the palace and when they’d decided to switch places and when Deedee had made her chew her gum because it completed the look, ever since that day, she’d been chewing gum and now, she wasn’t even sure she would stop even if she could because she liked chewing gum and she liked blowing bubbles and she really liked it when they went pop.
And then she remembered what she’d done in that pub.
There were men playing a game of darts in the back so she’d gone to see what they were doing. They’d even let her throw a dart herself but she wasn’t very good at it so somehow, she’d let them talk her into playing another game with them, a game of Truth or Dare.
She continued to chew the gum as the memory of what she’d done came flooding back to her. One thing had led to another and she hadn’t just let them have sex with her but she’d pretty much dared them to do it … and they’d done it. They’d done it and she’d liked it.
What the hell was the matter with her. Up until that moment, the changes she’d been experiencing had been more physical. She figured Father’s scientists could figure out how to undue what had happened to her once she got back to the palace but if word of what she’d done got out to the public, Father would be very, very angry with her.
Angry and so very disappointed.
How long had it been since she’d been out here, the princess wondered. Surely more than a day but she’d lost track of the time. Deedee must be worried sick back at the palace. She’d told the girl that she’d only just wanted to get out for a little bit but she’d been gone much longer than that. She really should be thinking about getting back to the palace soon.
Soon but maybe not right now and besides she still didn’t know exactly where she was anyways and if she didn’t know where she was, that meant she didn’t know where the palace was either.
And besides, Catherine thought as she looked in the shops, who knew if she was ever going to get a chance like this again. This might be a once in a lifetime kind of thing and if that was what it was, she was going to make the most of every minute of it.
She chomped down on the gum and not for the first time, she couldn’t get over just how wonderful it tasted. It was almost as if she had fresh blueberries in her mouth. She blew a bubble and then …
Pop!
Something was wrong.
Catherine wasn’t sure why she hadn’t noticed it at first but something was definitely wrong. She felt a tightness in her chest and something was hurting, too. Maybe she was going to have to return to the palace sooner than expected after all. The doctors there could certainly check her out.
But before she had to cut off her stay on the outside, she was going to see if she couldn’t figure out what the problem was first. She looked around for a place where she might be able to go to check herself out.
In the end, she darted down into an alleyway. It lacked the privacy that she would have liked but whatever was wrong was getting more intense by the minute. One way or the other, she was going to have to do something quickly.
Once she was out of sight of any prying eyes, Catherine quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off.
Almost as soon as she had her blouse off, she could see what the problem was. Her bra was incredibly small. It looked almost as if somehow she’d put on a training bra or something. She tried desperately to get the hooks undone but it was already so tight.
Finally though, she managed to unhook her bra and with a sigh of relief, she finally pulled it free from her body and then just because she had to know just what the heck had happened, she went to look at the bra.
The first thing she noticed was its quality. This clearly was made of the finest material. It was clearly the type of material that a princess might wear.
And only then did she find the label with the size of the bra and she couldn’t help but be confused. This bra was the right size for her breasts only it had been pulled so incredibly tight.
It was almost … it was almost as if her breasts had somehow gotten bigger.
Okay fine, but how could THAT have happened?
It didn’t make any sense. A bra was supposed to be durable. It had to be that way so it could do its job. It wasn’t supposed to change its size.
It was only then that something else caught her attention. She’d been looking so intently at her bra that she hadn’t even bothered to look at her breasts but now she was looking at her breasts and she came to a startling conclusion. It wasn’t her bra that had gotten smaller. It was her breasts that had gotten bigger.
She’d never had overly large breasts nor were they incredibly small either and she was fine with that. She’d never thought she’d even wanted or needed overly large breasts and yet now when she was cupping her breasts, there was little doubt that they’d gotten bigger and not just bigger. They were more sensitive, too. Just touching them and holding them was enough to give her shivers of pleasure.
And then there were the nipples.
She’d never had overly large nipples before but now … now her nipples were large and puffy and when she went to touch them … when she’d only just touched them, it sent pleasure cascading through her pussy.
Not for the first time, Catherine told herself that this was insane. Breasts didn’t just grow like this and nipples didn’t suddenly become tied to the pleasure in one’s pussy and yet as much as she tried to tell herself that, it was hard to say that it wasn’t true.
It was only then that Catherine considered the woefully undersized bra that she now held in her hand. There was no denying that it was made of the finest material but as small as it was compared to her breasts, that meant it was totally worthless and with that, she tossed it aside.
Of course that meant she didn’t have a bra but she’d rather go without a bra than wear that woefully undersized one.
Finally, she pulled her blouse back on and it was so easy now to see that her breasts were bigger and fuller and firmer and she couldn’t help but love the way her new breasts filled her blouse to overflowing.
Catherine stepped out of the alley and as she did, she couldn’t help but wonder as she walked along the shops if people were watching her and her newly resized tits and all she knew was there was a part of her that kind of hoped that they were.
It was at that moment that a man carrying a huge stack of papers stepped in front of her and then he thrust one of his papers in Catherine’s direction. “Pardon me, Miss,” the man said as he thrust one of his papers towards her, “would you like to be in a wet t-shirt contest?”
“A wet t-shirt contest?” Catherine couldn’t asked and she could now see that the paper being thrust at her was a flyer of some sort. “What’s that?”
“What’s a wet t-shirt contest? Why it’s only the greatest thing known to man. We take beautiful well endowed women such as yourself, we give them rather tight t-shirts and then we hose them down and we see who wears the t-shirt the best.”
“I don’t think so,” Catherine said even as she tried to hand the flyer back to the man. She couldn’t help but feel that there was a part of her that would totally love having a bunch of guys leer at her chest but she was sure that it was something that her father wouldn’t approve of.
“You can win prize money if you do it,” the man said.
“Prize money?” Catherine asked.
“Absolutely. We wouldn’t want you ladies to go away empty handed so the one who does it best gets the prize money.”
“The one who does what best?”
The man lowered his voice almost conspiratorially. “You know. The one who shows off her tits the best.”
“Wait. You mean we’re supposed to take off our t-shirts.”
The man chuckled at that. “I wish, but nope, that’s the one thing you can’t do but pretty much anything short of that is fair game and if you do it best, you win the prize money.”
Father still wouldn’t approve, Catherine told herself, but the promise of prize money had her attention. Even if she knew where Deedee kept her money and she didn’t, she wouldn’t have wanted to spend the girl’s money and she most definitely was tired of having no money of her own. “Where is it?” she asked.
The man just turned and motioned to the pub behind him. “Right here,” he told her. “It’s tonight at eight but you have to be here by 7:30 to sign up.”
Catherine was still holding the flyer in her hand. The possibility of getting money to spend was certainly enticing but she knew her father wouldn’t be happy. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just don’t think I can do it right now.”
“You hold onto that,” the man said even as she tried to hand the flyer back to him. “Who knows? You might change your mind and if you do, you can come back later.”
She wasn’t going to change her mind, Catherine wanted to say, but it was clear that the flyer guy didn’t want his flyer back so she just took the flyer and she walked away.
She chomped away on her gum and she blew a bubble.. It would have been nice if she could have gotten some money. But Father would have been mad.
Pop!
She was back again. It was later than it had been before. Catherine knew that because the sun was down and lights were on and for some reason that Catherine just couldn’t fathom, she was back again.
“You’re back again,” said the man who’d been handing out the flyers before only now he was holding a clipboard instead of the flyers. “Did you change your mind? Are you going to enter the contest? I know you’d do great. Can’t guarantee you’d win. That’s up to the judges but I think you’d do great.”
Catherine couldn’t help but be confused. What had happened? She’d told herself that it wouldn’t be a good idea to compete in this contest and yet here she was back again. Why the heck was she here?
“So are you going to compete?” the man asked.
In spite of herself, Catherine found herself nodding. She had no idea why she’d come back here but the only reason she could have come back here was if she wanted to compete so she found herself saying yes.
“Excellent, excellent. I just need to get some details from you and then we can get you in the back and we can get you into your t-shirt. The first thing I need from you is your name.”
Catherine paused only for a moment. She felt guilty yet again giving out Deedee’s name. She hoped she wasn’t creating a hard time for the girl but she knew she couldn’t give the man her real name so once again, she lied and told the man her name was Deedee.
“Well, Deedee, it’s good to meet you. You’ll be looking for a Black man named Devin. He’ll give you your t-shirt and he’ll tell you what to do.”
As she was requested to do, Catherine headed inside and she found Devin backstage with other well endowed women. “You here for the contest?” he asked.
“I am.”
Devin handed her a white t-shirt. “In case you’re wondering, we only have one size and just so you know, in things like this, the rule of thumb is always the smaller the better so go ahead and put it on and then I’ll let you and the rest of the ladies know what’s going on just before you go on stage. Any questions?”
“Do you have a changing room?”
Devin chuckled at that. “Lady, if you’re worried about people seeing what you got then you’re in the wrong contest. No, we ain’t got no changing room. You can change out here.”
Catherine paused for a moment. The thought actually did cross her mind that maybe she should just pack things up and leave but in the next moment, she decided that she’d already come this far and she really did need the money and what was the worst that could happen and in the next moment, she was taking off her top.
She knew the other women were watching her as she pulled off her top and for some reason that she just couldn’t explain, she found it incredibly erotic and even though she knew they were watching, she paused a moment so they could admire her breasts before she put the white t-shirt on.
Devin was right. The t-shirt was small. Really small actually. Or maybe it was just that her breasts were just too big. As if there was such a thing but they did seem even bigger than they were when she’d come back to the club.
“Honey,” said one of the other women in the room, “we all know you got big tits but it takes more than big tits to win this contest.”
“Oh like you’d actually know,” said another of them.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
”It means I’ve been seeing you come around here for a while now but somehow, you always just seem to come up short, that’s what I mean.”
“I don’t have to take this crap from you, Marcia.”
“You’re right, you don’t, Linda, and yet somehow every time you seem to do it.”
It was a few minutes before show time when Devin came back to talk to the women. Each one of them would be given a pitcher of ice water and each one of them would empty the pitcher over her t-shirt and then each of them would be given the chance to dance sexily in front of the house. The only rules were no taking the shirt off and no actual sex on stage. He asked if there were any questions and there weren’t.
Catherine couldn’t help but have second thoughts about what she was doing. Sure, she really did need the money but she was pretty sure father wouldn’t have approved of her doing this. She chomped down on her gum and she blew a bubble and …
Pop!
She couldn’t wait to get out on stage, Catherine thought as she and the other girls were led out on stage. This was why she’d wanted to leave the palace. She’d wanted to experience things that she just couldn’t do in the palace and her breasts were so big and firm and round that they stretched her t-shirt so nice and tight. She couldn’t wait to show these guys her body.
One by one, each of the girls was given their turn on stage. Catherine was glad she wasn’t first. It gave her a chance to see what some of the other girls were doing but soon enough, it was her turn and when she was given the pitcher of water, she upended it over the front of her shirt.
Catherine couldn’t help but gasp when she did that. Fuck, it was cold but her shirt which had seemed tight before now seemed to form fit itself to her body and the guys in the audience were all cheering her on.
Fuck, that was hot, she thought as she strode out to the center of the stage to dance for them. All those guys out there cheering on her and her big, full tits. How could she not want to dance as sexy as she could for them.
And besides, she still wasn’t wearing any panties and her skirt was so very short so they were likely to get a view of something more than just her breasts. That was so hot.
All too soon though, she was told that her time was up and then it was on to the next contestant until finally the contest was over.
Acting as the master of ceremonies, Devin led the crowd in cheering for their favorites. Catherine got a lot of applause but so did some of the other girls. Finally though, there was a winner.
But the winner wasn’t her. The winner was a girl named Jan.
Catherine couldn’t help but be dejected. She’d really needed that money and she’d so thought she was going to get it, too, and from the ways the guys had been cheering for her and her breasts, she’d really thought she was going to get it and she couldn’t help but feel dejected when Devin caught up with her after the show. “Hey now. Why so down?” he asked.
Catherine shook her head. “I don’t know. I just … I just … I was just hoping I’d win that contest. I mean I really could have used that money.”
“Down on your luck, huh,” Devin said consolingly. “Hey, I get that but you know there are other ways to get a few bucks.”
“Other ways?” Catherine asked.
“Absolutely.”
“Like how?”
“Like how about yo slip that top off and you let me fuck those tits.”
“You want to fuck my breasts?”
The Black man just smiled at her. “Honey, when they get that big, those things aren’t breasts anymore. When they get that big, those things are tits, but yeah, you let me fuck your tits and I’ll give you some money so what do you say to that?”
She should probably say no, Catherine thought. If Father wasn’t going to like what she’d done on stage then he really wasn’t going to like it if she did this either but she really did need the money.
“What do you say to that?” Devin asked again. “You going to let me fuck your tits?”
She should probably say no, Catherine thought yet again but instead she just nodded yes.
“Well all right then. Time to get started. You can follow me to the back office and then you can show me your tits.”
Okay, maybe it was wrong, Catherine thought, but she did need the money so she followed Devin to the office in the back and when he closed the door behind them and when he told her 5o take off her top, she did that, too.
“Very nice,” Devin said. “You got your tits out but now it’s time for you to get out my cock so get down there and do it.”
Catherine dropped down and she opened the Black man’s pants and then she pulled down his pants and his boxers. “Wow,” she said.
“Yep. You’re tits aren’t the only thing around here that’s big but I think you know what to do with that.”
Catherine spit on Devin’s cock to get it wet and then she stroked it with her hand and then she spit on it again to get it wet and when his cock was finally wet enough and slippery enough, she pushed his cock between her tits.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. That’s just what I want. You girls all come in here with your big ass tits and sometimes a guy’s just gotta get his cock between some tis. I want to hear you say it,” he said. “I want to hear you tell me to fuck our tits.”
“I want you to fuck my tits.”
Devin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh yeah, I know you do. Tits like that just gotta be fucked, don’t they?”
Catherine didn’t say anything but then she was pretty sure she didn’t need to say anything. This was Devin’s show now. He could do whatever he wanted now. She pushed her tits together as he continued to fuck them.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he groaned. “You like it when I fuck your tits.”
Catherine couldn’t help but love it.
“Oh fuck,” Devin groaned. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Catherine almost smiled at that because almost as soon as he said it, he was doing exactly that and he was cumming on her tits.
It was only after he was done cumming that he pulled his cock back and then he went to pick up his pants. “Damn,” he said as he pulled his wallet out of his pants. “That was really good but now I think I owe you something,“ and then he handed her a wad of cash.
Catherine took the money and then she realized she didn’t have a place to put it. No purse and no pockets and all she could do was stay there with Devin’s cum on her tits and then she blew a bubble and …
Pop!
“Well now, would you look at you.”
Shit! She was back again in the pub sitting across from Mr. Anders and there he was looking at her and in the next moment, Catherine realized her breasts weren’t naked and they weren’t covered in Devin’s cum.
“It looks like you’ve been busy,” Mr. Anders said. “Letting another man cum on your tits. That’s not very ladylike, is it, and I really have to think it’s probably not something that a princess would do.”
Catherine didn’t really have anything to say to that.
“And since that’s the case and since I’ve asked you the question again, I think you know what I’m going to ask you next. If a princess wouldn’t let a man cum on her tits, then that can’t possibly mean that you’re a princess, can it?”
Catherine knew what the man wanted. He wanted her to say she wasn’t the princess. In fact, that was all he wanted but she couldn’t give him what he wanted. “I know what you want,” she said, “but I can’t tell you that. I am the princess.”
Mr. Anders just sighed. “I was kind of afraid you were going to say that,” he said, “and so it appears we will continue. Go ahead and take another piece of gum.”
Catherine looked into the box he was holding out to her. Most of the pieces were gone but she selected a dark red piece of gum.
“You can go ahead and put that in your mouth,” he said.
Catherine did as she was told and when she bit into the gum she was rewarded with a rush of cherry flavor.
“Now I think you know what you have to do,” the man said. “I’ll tell you now. This is getting rather tiresome. I would have thought you would have given up your fantasy by now but I can continue this as long as you can.”
He was challenging her, Catherine thought as she blew a bubble. He was challenging her but she wasn’t going to be intimidated. She blew a bubble.
She wasn’t going to be intimidated. Not now and not ever.
Pop!