Ever since the incident, You and Scarlett had spent a lot of time together. She’d confide secrets in you, bring you to class, concerts, track-meets, and even introduce you to all of her friends. In turn, you’d made friends in human form, and they’d all show up to all of Scarlett’s races, cheering her on as they ogled your bounce and sway. Despite your weight, she’d often still win, allowing you both to enjoy the cheering and admiration of all of your fans.
Among the things you did together, strangely enough, were birthdays. Both of your birthdays were within two weeks of each other, but it seemed that you were always filling out your sister’s sweater when the time rolled around. Initially, your parents still celebrated each of your birthdays separately, but after noticing the pattern, they decided that if you two were combined, they’d average out the days and have a party between your birthdays. You and Scarlett liked the arrangement, since the cake was always bigger, and in turn, so was the party. You kinda missed the day being about you instead of your sister and her bust line, but the party was always fun. Scarlett would usually pull a party hat around her left tit, which got a laugh out of everyone, even if it was a bit uncomfortable.
This year, it was going to be your 18th birthday, and you were rather excited. Two days ago, you’d been bouncing around Scarlett’s college campus, and now you were back home, and your birthday was only a day away! The e-vites had been sent, with the mention that the party may get postponed to 6 days later, but you fell asleep that night confident that you’d finally taste your cake on the day it was made.
“(Happy birthday, Pillows,)” said a terribly familiar voice. You jiggle groggily, unhappily shaking your J-Cup prison as Scarlett pours herself a cup of coffee. She places the coffee pot on the table and cups one of her sweater puppies sympathetically, “(Bit sad that the party won’t be for a few days, but at least the tradition stands, right?)”
You sulk as you feel her press against her supple flesh, her hand bringing you little comfort, “(But I was this close to having my own...)”
She gently strokes along your curve, wiping her thumb over her fluffy, pink robe, “(Maybe we’ll separate before then. You never know what might happen.)”
“(Oh, I know what’s gonna happen,)” you grumble, Scarlett sipping her coffee and taking a seat on her dorm room couch, “(You’ll travel back home, I’ll fill out your Christmas sweater until the new year, and then I’ll wake up, weeks after my birthday! It’s always what happens, and I want it to be different!)”
Scarlett sets down her coffee and crosses her arms beneath her chest, holding you up, closer to her face, “(Jeff, I-)”
“(No, I don’t wanna talk anymore.)”
Scarlett feels her breasts go limp in her bra, “(Jeff?)”
No answer.
“(Jeff, come on,)” she jostles you a bit.
No answer.
“Jeff, please. I know you’re in there,” she cups both of her breasts again with a dismayed look.
“Family troubles?” Asks Kat, one of Scarlett’s roommates. She sits next to her on the couch and grabs the TV remote, poking Scarlett’s bust with the tip, “C’mon out, Jeff. It’s me, Kat.”
Scarlett felt something happening in her puppies, but you remained unheard, “Jeff, please. I know this always happens, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. I always enjoy your company, any day it happens,” she pauses, hefting up one breast, “I thought you enjoyed seeing everyone?”
A wave of dissatisfaction radiates from her chest. Scarlett’s frown deepened before an idea popped into her head, “If it makes you feel any better, we can throw you a party here. All for you.”
Scarlett felt some of the perkiness return to her chest, a quiet voice coming from the crevice between, “All for me?...”
“All for you, Jeff,” she smiled, hefting her chest up to her cheek and nuzzling her head against you, “(I promise.)”
“That’s nice and all,” interrupted Kat, “But I don’t know how we’re gonna throw a party for him. Most of our dorm’s already gone home for the holidays, and the stores are jacking up the price on all of the supplies.”
“Then we’ll just make some cupcakes,” replied Scarlett, running her hands down along her breasts, “We can pass them out among the remaining students and make a day of it. Is that okay with you, Pil-, I mean, Jeff?”
In her mind, she heard a light chuckle, or maybe a sigh, before a the response came, “Yeah, that’ll be fine. And you can still call me Pillows.”
Scarlett then stood from her seat, triumphant, “Then we’re going to make the best cupcakes that you’ve ever seen, Pillows, and give you a proper party.”