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Tits on a Stick

Sam’s face was a mixture of terror and shock as she stood their looking at her newly enlarged breasts. They looked massive on her tiny frame. It was like someone had copy and pasted that models breasts on to Sam’s tiny body. “I can’t have tits like this.” Sam said looking ready to lose it.

“Just calm down...” I stood up and placed my hand on her boney shoulder. “Take a deep breath.” I said trying to calm her down. It seemed to work as her breathing slowed and she began to seem less panicked.

I spied her old bra sitting on the floor by my feet. It had gone through its own transformation. The cups were much larger than before and it seemed sturdier built. I picked it up and looked at the tag. “28G really? That model’s breasts weren’t G’s.... They were like D’s or something” I thought to myself. Not knowing much about measurements, I hadn’t realized that I was actually correct. But the flesh from a 34D placed on Sam’s tiny frame left her wearing a 28G.

“What am I supposed to do with these?” Sam said looking in the mirror. The only bit of fat on her body was her new breasts. “I can barely stand up straight.” She said as her tiny hands tried to lift them up.

“What are you talking about?” I tried to play dumb. “You’ve always had a great set of tits.” Sam could see right through my charade.

“You’re lying! I know you saw them grow.” She walked right up to me, to try and get into my face. She realized it was a mistake when she had to crank her head up to look me in the eyes. “You’ve saw them grow and you liked it you fag!”

I was shocked by her insult. “How am I gay?” I asked.

“I’m a dude and you let me blow you. That makes you gay.” Sam tried to sound tough.

“First off you aren’t a guy. In fact you are a tiny tiny little woman.” I said as I reached down and lifted her chin with my hand. I could see a mix of fear and something else in her eyes. “So I am not gay, but you are quite a talented little dick sucker.” She looked like she was going to begin trembling. “Do you understand me Samantha?”

“Yes.” Her voice squeaked. She actually sounded scared.


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