All persons in this story are over the age of 18, and other italicized words that are legally important or whatever.
“God, I wish I had boobs like yours”, said Brittany to her friend Dana as they got ready in tank tops in the bathroom together. Brittany had stopped straightening her hair and gazed into Dana’s cleavage in the mirror, almost pouting.
“Ha, whatever, lucky I guess,” Dana responded, stopping to cup and squeeze one of her boobs. Just like any 18 year-old girl does, they were spending most of their evening getting ready to see their boyfriends. All four of them were still in high school, except for Dana’s new boyfriend Rob, who had just started college this year. Brittany stopped to look down at her own breasts and placed one of her hands on her chest.
“I guess that makes me, like, crazy Unlucky then…”, she said sliding her hand up and down over her chest where a boob should be. She was an A cup, but really just nipples on a chest. Brittany was small all over, and often mistaken for being much younger than her age. At 5’0”, the blonde was fun-size, at best.
“It’s not all it is cracked up to be. Do you know what it feels like to watch every single guy that walks past you, stare straight at right at your chest?”, Dana retorted. She was very much the opposite of little Brittany. Standing at 5’9”, she towered over her tiny friend. Dana was still very fit though, both of the girls were.
“At least they notice you…”, Brittany picked up her hair straightener and continued. “Seriously though, how big are they now? I feel like I asked you in 10th grade and you told me you were buying a D-cup bra, but they have to be bigger now”.
“Oh, like the same, or whatever. It doesn’t matter”
“Omygosh! You’re really not gonna tell me??”, Brittany responded, feigning hurt. She set her straightener down and ran to her friend’s underwear drawer and flung it open. She yanked out a bra, “30H?!.... They go up to H??? What the frick!”.
Dana remained seated, focused on her hair and tried not to bring more attention the subject. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, who cares! It’s just a frickin bra dude”, defending herself.
“Easy for you to say, I guess”, Brittany sat back down next to her friend and picked up her hair straightener once more.
“So what’s it like with Alex??”, Dana pried into Brittany’s personal life. Brittany had been dating Alex now for 2 months, making it the second longest relationship of her young life.
“It’s good! He is so sweet and doesn’t like bother me all the time like John did”, Brittany said.
“Oh who cares about that stuff, dude. Does he have a big one??”
Brittany was embarrassed at even the thought of what Dana was asking her, and immediately got red in the face. “Oh my gosh, I don’t frickin know!”
“You don’t know?? You guys haven’t like done anything yet??”, Dana pressed.
“We’ve made out a lot, but haven’t really like done anything like that. What’s it matter how big it is anyway? That doesn’t matter to me”, Brittany’s nose was held high in the air.
“Ohhhhh okay, bro. So it matters a lot how big my tits are, but not how big your guy’s thing is?? Hip….oh…crit…”, Dana dashed back at her, almost as if it was all planned. “Your last guy had a big one didn’t he?”
“WHATEVER!!”, Brittany giggled back, almost admitting defeat to Dana’s point. “Yeah it was nice. I think I measured it at 6 inches that one night we were all together, which was PERFECT for me I think”.
“Oh yeah, that’s right, I remember that. Well…. When are you going to examine the goods girl??”
“I don’t know! It’s not like we plan anything out like that or whatever!”, Brittany acted coy. Both girls were giggling, subconsciously enjoying the taboo topic.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have made out with Rob 4 times and still haven’t…… like…. Done anything like that so. I don’t know either, I guess”, Dana said sheepishly. “But like, Jessica’s best friend I guess dated him last year, and supposedly he’s like fricking huge. Like she wouldn’t even have sex with him. So I don’t know if she’s just being a pussy-“, both girls pause and erupt in giggles, “-or like, he really is like… a beast or whatever, but I don’t know!”
“Wow, that is crazy. You know I’ve only had sex with John, and even his size, like, felt like a lot, you know? So I don’t know, if it was something like, I dunno, like, huge or whatever… I may be a pussy about it too!”, Brittany managed to get out the end of her sentence before erupting in laughter.
“Well, dude, you’re like so frickin tiny, I think you have the right to back down from something like…”, Dana set her straightener down and picked up her can of hairspray, “dude like, imagine if Rob is this freaking big”. She grasped the hairspray with both hands. Her fingers just being able to touch her thumb, and there was plenty of room for both of her hands and more. She gazed into the thought of it.
“That is impossible! No way, that is crazy haha!”, Brittany responded watching her friend stare into her hairspray in the mirror. “But yea, like that would totally break me in two, no question with that thing”.
“Well that’s what I’m saying!”, Dana had snapped out of it and set her can of hairspray down and stood up. “Stand up”, she commanded as she stood facing the mirror. Brittany stood up and stood next to her. The petite framed girl’s head was directly in line with Dana’s oversized boobs. The girls wore matching tank tops without a bra. Brittany’s nipples were hard, and very apparent in the tank top. Dana’s breasts stretched out the top, beyond recognition. She wrapped her arm around the shoulder her tiny friend, resting her hand on the top of her head, and brought her into her bosom. Brittany’s head rested on the massive breast.
“Is it sad that your tits are seriously the size of my head or?....”, Brittany said as both girls stared in the mirror.
Dana reached forward and grabbed the hairspray with her other hand “No, but it’s sad that something like this would definitely break your tiny ass!!!”. With that, both girls broke into laughter, and Brittany shoved her friend away from her.
“I frickin hate youuuuuuuu”, she said sitting back down. “Come on, the guys will be here soon, we need to hurry up!”. Their boyfriends were coming over to watch a movie, the typical teenager date night.
“Ok, ohmygod, you’re right,” Dana said as she hurriedly sat back down and continued working on her hair. “Let’s……”, she began, “… let’s find out tonight, what do you think?”
“Find out what?”, Brittany asked.
“Find out what we are uhmmm… working with. Who knows, maybe Alex is uhhhhhh….”, she said as she pointed towards the hairspray can sitting on the counter in between them.
“Holy crap, I hope not HA!”, Brittany laughed. “But okay, fine, let’s do it. I’m not gonna like, go down on him here at your house though. But I’ll find out for sure. Then we can have like a … what do they call it in the army movies like after something?”
“A debriefing?..... Oh my god, best. Name. ever.”
“God, I wish I had boobs like yours”, said Brittany to her friend Dana as they got ready in tank tops in the bathroom together. Brittany had stopped straightening her hair and gazed into Dana’s cleavage in the mirror, almost pouting.
“Ha, whatever, lucky I guess,” Dana responded, stopping to cup and squeeze one of her boobs. Just like any 18 year-old girl does, they were spending most of their evening getting ready to see their boyfriends. All four of them were still in high school, except for Dana’s new boyfriend Rob, who had just started college this year. Brittany stopped to look down at her own breasts and placed one of her hands on her chest.
“I guess that makes me, like, crazy Unlucky then…”, she said sliding her hand up and down over her chest where a boob should be. She was an A cup, but really just nipples on a chest. Brittany was small all over, and often mistaken for being much younger than her age. At 5’0”, the blonde was fun-size, at best.
“It’s not all it is cracked up to be. Do you know what it feels like to watch every single guy that walks past you, stare straight at right at your chest?”, Dana retorted. She was very much the opposite of little Brittany. Standing at 5’9”, she towered over her tiny friend. Dana was still very fit though, both of the girls were.
“At least they notice you…”, Brittany picked up her hair straightener and continued. “Seriously though, how big are they now? I feel like I asked you in 10th grade and you told me you were buying a D-cup bra, but they have to be bigger now”.
“Oh, like the same, or whatever. It doesn’t matter”
“Omygosh! You’re really not gonna tell me??”, Brittany responded, feigning hurt. She set her straightener down and ran to her friend’s underwear drawer and flung it open. She yanked out a bra, “30H?!.... They go up to H??? What the frick!”.
Dana remained seated, focused on her hair and tried not to bring more attention the subject. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, who cares! It’s just a frickin bra dude”, defending herself.
“Easy for you to say, I guess”, Brittany sat back down next to her friend and picked up her hair straightener once more.
“So what’s it like with Alex??”, Dana pried into Brittany’s personal life. Brittany had been dating Alex now for 2 months, making it the second longest relationship of her young life.
“It’s good! He is so sweet and doesn’t like bother me all the time like John did”, Brittany said.
“Oh who cares about that stuff, dude. Does he have a big one??”
Brittany was embarrassed at even the thought of what Dana was asking her, and immediately got red in the face. “Oh my gosh, I don’t frickin know!”
“You don’t know?? You guys haven’t like done anything yet??”, Dana pressed.
“We’ve made out a lot, but haven’t really like done anything like that. What’s it matter how big it is anyway? That doesn’t matter to me”, Brittany’s nose was held high in the air.
“Ohhhhh okay, bro. So it matters a lot how big my tits are, but not how big your guy’s thing is?? Hip….oh…crit…”, Dana dashed back at her, almost as if it was all planned. “Your last guy had a big one didn’t he?”
“WHATEVER!!”, Brittany giggled back, almost admitting defeat to Dana’s point. “Yeah it was nice. I think I measured it at 6 inches that one night we were all together, which was PERFECT for me I think”.
“Oh yeah, that’s right, I remember that. Well…. When are you going to examine the goods girl??”
“I don’t know! It’s not like we plan anything out like that or whatever!”, Brittany acted coy. Both girls were giggling, subconsciously enjoying the taboo topic.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have made out with Rob 4 times and still haven’t…… like…. Done anything like that so. I don’t know either, I guess”, Dana said sheepishly. “But like, Jessica’s best friend I guess dated him last year, and supposedly he’s like fricking huge. Like she wouldn’t even have sex with him. So I don’t know if she’s just being a pussy-“, both girls pause and erupt in giggles, “-or like, he really is like… a beast or whatever, but I don’t know!”
“Wow, that is crazy. You know I’ve only had sex with John, and even his size, like, felt like a lot, you know? So I don’t know, if it was something like, I dunno, like, huge or whatever… I may be a pussy about it too!”, Brittany managed to get out the end of her sentence before erupting in laughter.
“Well, dude, you’re like so frickin tiny, I think you have the right to back down from something like…”, Dana set her straightener down and picked up her can of hairspray, “dude like, imagine if Rob is this freaking big”. She grasped the hairspray with both hands. Her fingers just being able to touch her thumb, and there was plenty of room for both of her hands and more. She gazed into the thought of it.
“That is impossible! No way, that is crazy haha!”, Brittany responded watching her friend stare into her hairspray in the mirror. “But yea, like that would totally break me in two, no question with that thing”.
“Well that’s what I’m saying!”, Dana had snapped out of it and set her can of hairspray down and stood up. “Stand up”, she commanded as she stood facing the mirror. Brittany stood up and stood next to her. The petite framed girl’s head was directly in line with Dana’s oversized boobs. The girls wore matching tank tops without a bra. Brittany’s nipples were hard, and very apparent in the tank top. Dana’s breasts stretched out the top, beyond recognition. She wrapped her arm around the shoulder her tiny friend, resting her hand on the top of her head, and brought her into her bosom. Brittany’s head rested on the massive breast.
“Is it sad that your tits are seriously the size of my head or?....”, Brittany said as both girls stared in the mirror.
Dana reached forward and grabbed the hairspray with her other hand “No, but it’s sad that something like this would definitely break your tiny ass!!!”. With that, both girls broke into laughter, and Brittany shoved her friend away from her.
“I frickin hate youuuuuuuu”, she said sitting back down. “Come on, the guys will be here soon, we need to hurry up!”. Their boyfriends were coming over to watch a movie, the typical teenager date night.
“Ok, ohmygod, you’re right,” Dana said as she hurriedly sat back down and continued working on her hair. “Let’s……”, she began, “… let’s find out tonight, what do you think?”
“Find out what?”, Brittany asked.
“Find out what we are uhmmm… working with. Who knows, maybe Alex is uhhhhhh….”, she said as she pointed towards the hairspray can sitting on the counter in between them.
“Holy crap, I hope not HA!”, Brittany laughed. “But okay, fine, let’s do it. I’m not gonna like, go down on him here at your house though. But I’ll find out for sure. Then we can have like a … what do they call it in the army movies like after something?”
“A debriefing?..... Oh my god, best. Name. ever.”