Tash woke up a zombie that morning. She had cried herself to sleep the night before - unusual for her as a more of tomboy type of girl who doesn’t cry that often. She had showered before bed, grimacing as she passed soap around her smaller pussy and barely-there breasts, which were more akin to an a-cup or a very small b-cup than the ample pair of c’s she was used to.
As she got dressed for the day, Tash realized there was not much her usual bra could do since it barely fit her now. Defeated, she slinked over to her closet and pulled out some old pairs of socks to stuff her bra.
She shuddered. Wearing a stuffed bra was uncomfortable, but “free-balling” her boobs was out of the question today. She put on a baggy shirt in hopes of hiding from the public any irregularities in her bust department.
She slipped on her favorite pair of light blue panties and a skirt. She would normally wear jeans or yoga pants on a day like today, but there was no way she was going to risk someone seeing her tiny cameltoe. As she headed to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, she couldn’t help but notice a chafing feeling in her crotch with every step. Her smaller pussy crack was somehow catching on her underwear… ugh.
After stopping a couple of times to readjust her crotch, Tash arrived in the kitchen, made herself a bowl of cereal, and sat down at the breakfast table opposite her mom.
“Morning Tash! You’re up and dressed bright and early… where are you off to today?” She inquired.
Tash, hoping to keep interaction to a minimum, replied reluctantly. “Oh, you know the usual… I’m going berry hunting with Ben again.”
“Sounds like fun, darling. By the way, is everything alright between you two? You seemed upset last night… and do you have any idea why Ben took all of my ice out of the freezer and pour it down his pants?”
“Uhh… He uhh… got hit in the crotch with something and it was hurting. That’s why he needed the ice.” Tash lied. “Also, I wasn’t that upset. I was just in a bad mood because… uhh… I was hungry… since we didn’t find any berries yesterday and forgot to eat lunch. Yeah.”
“Okay honey, just wanted to make sure.” Tash’s mom replied.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about me too much Mom.”
All of a sudden, Tash felt something wet and soft push against her pussy.
“Crap!” She muttered under her breath. Knowing quick action was needed this time, she quickly excused herself from the table and rushed over to her room to attend to her taco.
As she burst through the door of her room, she found Fido, the family dog, wet nose bumping into the voodoo taco she had stashed away behind her dresser for safekeeping.
“Fido, out!” She commanded.
The dog didn’t listen. Leaning down curiously on his front paws, he began to lick the taco.
Tash shivered, half in pleasure and half in disgust as she felt a sloppy tongue tickle her little pussy crack and clit.
“That’s enough of that!!” She yanked Fido by the collar, dragged him out of her room, and slammed the door.
She felt like screaming. “That was so GROSS! Eww!!”
In an attempt to move on from the horrible moment she just experience, Tash re-packed the taco in plastic wrap, wrapped up what was left of the melons, and put the chopped melon pieces into a plastic container. She quickly left the house without talking to anyone, and went outside to meet me on the street. It was a few minutes before 9:00.