You look up and see your girlfriend walking straight toward you. Your suddenly caught off guard seeing the once flat Hanna now be extremely busty (by old world standards). You compose yourself and get up to give her a hug. Being somewhat shorter then you, she gets a face full of cleavage and you feel her soft, perfect face on your boobs.
"That's new" she said, moving her hand to lightly hold your left boob.
"I just got it, I thought you'd appreciate it"
" I do." She pulled the shirt down to get a look at the bra.
"Hey," you slap her hand away and readjust yourself "that's for later"
"I just wanted to see what my new bra looks like"
Right, you two are essentially the same size now. "Can't something's just be mine"
"Depends on how much I like them" she starts poking your boob
You reach back into your pocket and find the flashlight. Maybe now's a good time to test some other things out. You sit down and when you're girlfriend is distracted by something flash the light on her to shrink her boobs.
With no reaction, her chest begins to deflate down to a tiny B cup, where she was before.
Once the light flicked off, she took a deep breath and looked around. She nudged closer and laid her head on your chest and began poking again.
"What's it like"
"Excuse me?"
"What's it like having huge knockers like this." She now grabbed them with both her dainty hands barely encompassing each breast.
"I dunno, heavy I guess, I don't really know what it's like otherwise" you lie "sometimes their inconvenient, I mean, there always there swaying and bouncing and jiggling" you beginning to move slightly but your boobs bounce and jiggle quiet a bit. "See, their always there"
"I guess." She sighed, looking down at her own chest.
"Hey," you grab her shoulders which incedently put her at just above eye level with your boobs "you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, boobs or no boobs. Not to mention kind, funny and smart." You pull her close "boobs are a Hassel anyway, you always have to adjust them, they hurt sometimes, and people stare at them. See that girl over there, she can't keep her eyes off them."
"But I want that sometimes" she said, looking up at you.
"Right, but it happens all the time, you can't just turn it off when you want. It doesn't matter what you wear" you realize that your just regurgitating what you've heard from other girls but in your short experience it's totally true.
"I even made the joke that we share bra's, I mean come on." She said, lifting a boob. "Why should I bother wearing anything next to you. I could wear nothing and people would still look at your tits over mine"
You stand up. "Let's go back to my place, I'm sure we can do something to cheer you up"
"Alright," she says, looking no less dejected. You had no idea such a difference in boob size would make her feel self conscious. Was she feeling this before? Maybe you should do something