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Sometimes, Tanya Drupinski just couldn’t help but cry.

For the most part, Tanya had learned to keep her emotions in check. People could be cruel, she knew, but if you let them know they’d gotten the better of you, that only encouraged them to be even crueler, but sometimes, Tanya Drupinski just couldn’t help but cry.

That’s what she was doing that Spring afternoon. She’d managed to keep her composure long enough to get away from the haters and the name callers, foremost among those being that slut, Chrissy Wilde, but she’d only just barely managed to get away and she knew that they were probably laughing behind her back.

So, she was sitting on a park bench and she was crying. Not the most private of places, she knew, but she knew she wasn’t going to run into anyone she knew so this was just fine.

“So, what are you crying about?”

Tanya’s head popped up and she looked around. Where had that girl come from? She was sure she hadn’t seen her here before.

“I asked what you were crying about.”

“None of your business,” Tanya spat out.

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m just trying to help out.”

Tanya was rubbing her eyes trying to get herself to stop crying. “I don’t think there’s a whole lot you could do that would help me,” Tanya spat.

The blond smiled. “You never know. I can be very helpful. I help people all the time.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think you can help me.”

“You never know.”

“No, I’m sure. No one can help me.”

The blond seemed to consider that. “Are you sure? I mean, looking at you, I think I almost could guess what your problems are.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I mean, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that what’s really bothering you is that your tits are so small.”

“Fuck you,” the girl said.

The blond laughed. “Don’t be like that,” she said. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just making a guess.”

“I’m leaving,” Tanya said.

“But if you leave now, you won’t be able to hear my solution.”

“I don’t need your solution,” Tanya said even as she pulled herself up off the bench. The walk home wasn’t that far.

The blond wasn’t about to let her go as easy as that. When Tanya moved, so did she. “Come on,” she said. “I know I can help.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Just hear me out then.”

Tanya stopped walking. She wasn’t even sure why. “You got a solution to my problems,” she said bitterly. “Fine. Let’s hear it.”

The blond smiled. “As I said before, your tits are small.”

“Fuck you.”

The blond went right on talking. “But that’s not your real problem, is it? Your real problem is that no one takes you seriously, isn’t it? You’re real problem is that you don’t look like a girl. I’ll bet when people really want to be mean, they probably call you a boy, don’t they, and it’s all because of your small tits, but I’ll bet your biggest problem is you want to fuck all the time but no one will take you seriously because your tits are so small.”

Tanya just stared at the blond. How could the girl know these things. As far as she knew, she and the girl had never met so how could the girl know these things.

“So, how’d I do,” asked the blond.

Tanya didn’t want to admit the truth but she wanted to hear what the blond had to say. The edge had gone out of her voice. “So how can you help me,” she asked.

“Why, by giving you the body you really want. By giving you the body you deserve instead of the one you were born with.”

Tanya looked at the girl. She couldn’t be more than eighteen, nineteen tops. How could she do what she was saying she could do? “What,” she asked. “Are you talking about plastic surgery or something?”

The blond laughed disarmingly. “No, no, no. Nothing as crass as that. It would be all real. It would be all you.”

Tanya nodded. “You’re not trying to sell me some vitamins, are you, because I already tried those, and they didn’t work.”

The blond laughed again. “Of course not,” she said. “How could they. You need more than just a few pills.”

“What then?”

“You need to give yourself to me.”

Tanya took a step back. “You’re not one of those religious nuts, are you? Put yourself in the hands of the Lord and he’ll take care of everything.”

The blond laughed louder than she had laughed before. “No, that’s definitely not what I’m telling you to do.”

“Then what?”

The blond smiled even as she stepped closer to the girl. “Well, you have a pretty face, Tanya.” The blond stroked a hand over the girl’s face and then she traced that hand down over the girl’s body. “I just want to make sure that you have a body to match.”

“But what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to put yourself in my hands.” Both the blond’s hands were now on the girl’s body. The blond circled behind Tanya’s body but her hands continued to caress her. They reached around her and they fondled Tanya’s nearly non-existant tits. Her mouth was right there nearly at Tanya’s ear. “I want you to know what it’s like to have nice, big tits.”

Tanya gasped. For a moment there, it had seemed as if her tits had suddenly become large and she could feel it, the blond’s hands on her well-formed tits, and then it was gone. Her chest was just as flat as it had always been.

The blond continued to run her hands over Tanya’s body. “I want you to feel what it feels like to have the perfect body. The perfect tits,” and again, Tanya felt it, the swell in her chest and then it was gone again.

Those hands moved lower, “the perfect waist,” and for an instant there, the girl’s waist felt incredibly small and the stomach that she’d been trying to lose five pounds on was suddenly slim and taut.

The hands were moving again and then they were on the girl’s butt. “The perfect ass,” the blond said, and strangely, Tanya felt no change in her bottom.

And the hands moved lower still. “And the perfect legs,” and suddenly, Tanya could feel it, from her hips, all the way down to her feet. For a moment there, she imagined herself not in the sneakers she was wearing but in heels with people staring at her perfect legs.

“And all I ask,” said the blond even as she slipped a hand between Tanya’s legs, “is that you let ‘this’ do some favors for me every now and then.”

Tanya could feel her pussy getting hotter. That wasn’t that unusual. The girl was normally in a state of arousal of some sort or another. It was cruel, the girl had thought, to had a body that was ready to fuck but to lack the equipment she needed to get the job done which wasn’t to say she was a virgin but what she really needed was something more.

Tanya shook her head to clear it. “Wait a minute? What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is you can have everything you ever wanted and all you have to do is give yourself to me.”

“But ... but how?”

“How’s not important right now. What is important is if I can deliver and I’m telling you, if you put yourself in my hands, I will deliver.”

“But—”

The blond shook her head. “There’s no time for buts. Either you want it or you don’t. I thought maybe you did want my help. I thought maybe you did want to be prettier than Chrissy Wilde, but maybe I thought wrong.”

The name of her chief tormentor got Tanya burning again. “I’d be prettier than Chrissy Wilde?”

“If you want to be.”

Tanya paused for a moment. “What do I have to do?”

The blond smiled. “Just do what I say and I’ll take care of you.”

Tanya thought it over. What exactly did she have to lose anyway. She nodded. “I’ll do it. So what now."’

The blond smiled. “Now? We go to your place.”

“My place?”

“Your parents aren’t home are they. They both work, right.”

“Yeah.”

“So we go to your place.”

“Okay.” It didn’t even occur to Tanya just how easily she acceded to the blond’s request or what it was they were going to do when they got there. “My house is just a few blocks away. We can walk.”

“That’s okay. We can take my car.”

“Your car?”

“Sure, it’s right here.”

That’s when Tanya noticed the little, red convertible. Funny, she thought, a car as hot as that, she would have thought she would have noticed it before.

The two girls climbed into the car. “I’m Martha,” the blond said. “I’m new here.”

“Oh, hey, I’m Tanya.”

“I know,” said the blond.

The blond quickly drove the two girl’s back to Tanya’s place and it never occurred to Tanya how it was that the blond knew her way around without ever getting a single direction from her.

Tanya pulled a key from her pocket and she let the two girls in. “I’m really not supposed to let in people mom and dad don’t know,” she said conspiratorially, “but if you really can do what you say you can, I guess it’s okay.”

Martha laughed. “I know what you mean,” she said. “I’m not against breaking the rules every now and then although I found out just recently just how bad that could be.”

“Oh, really? How?”

The blond ignored the question. “So where’s your bedroom?”

“Down the hall here, why?”

The blond laughed. “My, my, my. We are suspicious, but it was you who said you needed my help.” The blond stroked a finger along the length of Tanya’s arm and it was almost as if Tanya could see her shirt blossom out as her tits grew but then in the very next moment, her shirt hung just as limply as it ever had. “It was you who said she was going to put herself in my hands but if you don’t want my help, I can leave right now and all you will have gotten is a free ride home.”

Tanya was still looking down at her flat chest. “No,” she said hurriedly. “Don’t go.”

“Then you’re going to do what I say?”

“You really can do what you say you can? You’re not just bull shitting me, are you?”

The blond laughed again. “I promise you. I can definitely deliver the goods.”

Tanya seemed to think it over for a couple moments longer but the blond already knew what the answer was going to be. She’d made way too many similar offers in the past to be surprised all that often. “Come on,” Tanya said, “my bedroom’s this way.”

Tanya led the other girl down the hallway and then she plopped herself down on the bed. “So what are you going to do,” she asked. “How are you going to make my tits big?”

“Well first, I think we need to see what we’re working with so why don’t we get that top off of you.”

Hesitantly, Tanya pulled off her top. She still couldn’t believe she was doing this but for some reason, she kept thinking a deal’s a deal.

“Oh my,” said the blond. “Would you look at those. They’re so cute.”

Cute was hardly a word that Tanya liked, and she especially liked it even less when that word was applied to her tits.

The blond seemed oblivious to Tanya’s discomfort. “They’re so cute,” she said again, “and sensitive, too, I’ll bet. Why, I’d bet if I were to do this,” and here she leaned in to plant a kiss, on each of Tanya’s petite breasts, “why I’d bet they’d really come to life.”

Tanya almost could feel it. It was almost as if there was a surge of energy coursing through her tits with each kiss that the blond planted there.

“Oh yeah, so nice and sensitive,” the blond said.

Tanya moaned as the blond continued to kiss her tits. She’d never thought she would have wanted to have a girl kiss her tits, but suddenly, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wanted the blond to do it. She wanted her to kiss her tits.

The blond pulled away.

“Don’t stop now,” Tonya whimpered.

The blond smiled. “So you like it, do you? You like it when I kiss your breasts.”

“Yes,” Tanya moaned.

“They’re so nice and sensitive, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Especially, the nipples. Your nipples are so sensitive.”

“Yes.”

“Your nipples are so sensitive. They need to be kissed so much.”

“Oh yes,” Tanya moaned. That was what she needed. She needed someone to kiss her nipples.

“You need someone to kiss the nipples on your big tits.”

Tanya could feel her anger flare. She didn’t have big tits and yet, when she looked down at herself, there they were, just like she’d imagined them and then in the next instant, they were gone.

“I know what you need,” the blond was saying. “You need something like this.”

That’s when the blond pulled her little red dress down and suddenly, Tanya found herself staring at the blond’s firm, young tits. She couldn’t help but stare. Those tits. They were just so perfectly round.

“What do you say? Do you need something like these?”

Tanya just stared at those tits. She knew what she wanted. She wanted those tits.

The blond seemed to almost sense the other girl’s need. “If you want tits like these, it’s not all that hard to get them. In fact, I’d say it’s rather simple.”

Tanya never took her eyes off the other girl’s tits. “How,” she asked.

The blond smiled. “If you want tits like these, all you have to do is kiss them.”

That got the other girl’s attention. She turned and looked at the blond. “What did you say?”

“You heard me. All you have to do is kiss them.”

“But ... but ... but that’s silly.”

“What’s silly is wanting tits like these and when someone offers them to you, you turn them down.”

“But how would kissing them make my tits bigger,” Tanya asked.

“I guess you’ll never know if you don’t try.”

This was silly, Tanya told herself. How could kissing another girl’s tits make her own tits get big. That just didn’t make any sense. Still, silly or not, she’d never touched breasts like those, so even though she really didn’t believe what the blond was telling her, Tanya leaned in and cupped one of the blond’s tits even as she attached her mouth to one of the blond’s tits.

Even as she kissed the breast of the other woman, Tanya could have sworn she felt a surge of power course through her chest, but when she looked down at herself, her tits appeared just as small as ever.

“Don’t stop now,” the blond said. “Keep it up. You’re doing fine.”

This was silly, Tanya told herself, but her hand was still there on the blond’s breast and her mouth was still there, too, so she kissed the blond’s breast again, and again, she felt it, a surge that seemed almost like an electric current flowing across her chest.

Tanya kissed the other girl’s chest again. Even if it wasn’t doing anything special for her own tits, Tanya liked the way it felt. Even if it really wasn’t doing anything at all, at least it felt like it was, so Tanya kissed the other girl’s tits and then she kissed them again.

The blond was holding Tanya’s head. “That’s it,” she moaned. “Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss my tits. Kiss them like the little slut you are.”

If Tanya took any notice of the adverse characterization of her, she showed no indication of it. Instead, she just kept kissing the tits in front of her.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re my little slut, aren’t you. Always so hot and wet and ready to do whatever I tell you to do, aren’t you.”

Tanya was finding there was almost something unnatural about those tits. The more she kissed them, the more she wanted to kiss them. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard what the blond was saying but she was just so hot and wet that it made it hard to think straight.

“Yeah, you’re a good, little slut, aren’t you? You’re my good, little slut, always so hot and horny and ready to kiss my breasts.”

She was hot. She was horny. She was always ready to kiss those tits.

The blond tilted Tanya’s head up so that the girl could look her in the eyes. “You’re cute,” she said. “I like you.”

Tanya found herself staring into the blond’s red eyes. Funny, she thought. She’d thought the blond had had blue eyes, but no matter. The longer she looked into those eyes, the deeper she seemed to go. It was almost as if she was falling into those red eyes.

Those eyes. Those eyes were drawing her upwards. She knew she had to give the blond a kiss.

Her eyes locked on the blond’s lips. Oh geez, they were so full and puffy. Tanya moaned to herself. She’d never wanted to kiss a girl before but suddenly, she found herself wanting it more than she could ever have imagined. Her lips moved in closer. She needed to kiss the blond. She needed to kiss her lips.

Her lips moved closer and closer and then she was there. Her lips were pressing up against the blond’s and it all felt so good when suddenly, the girl’s eyes popped open.

Her tits. She could feel them. Well, it wasn’t like she couldn’t feel them before but they had never felt like this. Her tits were pressed up against the blond’s and they were so sensitive. It seemed as if almost the very touch of anything against her nipples was almost enough to get her off but as amazing as that was, that wasn’t what had Tanya’s attention. What had her attention wasn’t how sensitive they were. What had Tanya’s attention was that her tits were huge.

The blond smiled at the obvious amazement of the other girl. “I can’t have my sluts running around with small tits now, can I?”

There was just something about the way the blond said that that just sounded so possessive. My sluts. And yet, Tanya couldn’t find anything wrong with the statement. Was that really what she was. Was she really a slut and more than that, was she the blond’s slut?

The first part was easy. Tanya was hot and she was horny. Was she a slut? Hell, yeah, she was a slut. She couldn’t wait to show off her new tits. She couldn’t wait to have them touched and felt and she couldn’t wait to have someone service her cunt.

Someone, she thought. Had she really meant to say that? Someone and not some guy? Had she really meant to think that? But then Tanya realized she didn’t care who did it just so long as someone serviced her cunt. She was so fucking horny and now that she was, she couldn’t imagine herself ever not being horny. Maybe less horny and more horny, but never not horny. Was she a slut? Damn right, she was a slut and proud of it.

But what of the second part? Was she really the blond’s slut? It almost made it sound as if she belonged to the blond, as if she were the blond’s property. Was that really what she was, and yet to ask the question was to answer it. The blond had made her who she was. The blond had given her what she had always wanted. She knew she’d do anything for her newest best friend but did she belong to her? Hell yeah, she belonged to her and just coming to that realization made Tanya even hotter.

The blond laughed. It was almost as if she could read Tanya’s mind. “I think my newest slut has some work to do.”

Even without being told what that was, Tanya knew what was required of her. She pulled the blond’s red dress the rest of the way down her body and then she slid her hands inside the blond’s black, lace panties. Her hands squeezed the blond’s ass and then they were moving again, pushing the panties down until they were lying on top of the discarded dress.

The blond stepped down out of the now discarded clothing and she laid back on the bed. She spread her legs. “Come here, slut.”

Tanya came. She slid dropped to her knees and she slipped between the blond’s thighs. The blond was just as wet as she knew she was herself and then she had her mouth down there on the blond’s cunt.

“Oh yeah,” the blond moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it slut. Eat me. Eat me right there.”

Tanya knew the blond was playing with her tits even as she stroked a hand through Tanya’s hair. In the past, that might have bothered her. In the past, she might have seen that almost as if the blond were saying look at me. I have tits and you don’t, but that didn’t bother Tanya anymore. Tanya was free to pursue that pussy and that was exactly what she did.

Tanya found herself wanting to play with her tits or her pussy but she didn’t. There would be time enough for that later, she told herself. Right now, she had more important things to do. Right now, she had to make the blond cum.

The blond was moaning even as she worked a hand through the other woman’s hair. “That’s it, slut,” she said. “That’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat me. Eat me like the little slut you are.”

Tanya found herself liking that. She liked being called a slut because that’s what she was. She was a horny, little slut. She was a fucking slut. She was the blond’s little fucking slut. The girl moaned to herself. She knew what she was. She was a slut and all that really mattered to her was sex.

“Oh yeah, slut,” the blond was moaning. “Eat me. Eat me.”

Tanya knew the blond was close. Just a little more, she knew. Just a little more and she could make her mistress cum.

“Oh yeah,” the blond moaned. “Oh yeah, slut. I know what you want. You want a big, hard cock inside you, but you’re willing to give me what I need, too.”

Tanya moaned to herself. Getting a cock inside her would be great but she needed to get the blond off first and if she wasn’t mistaken, that was going to happen any moment now.

“You want this, slut. You want this. Oh fuck, yeah. I know you do. Oh fuck, yeah. Here it comes.”

Tanya knew the blond was cumming and she liked it. She liked what her tongue was doing to the blond and she liked the way her tongue made the blond’s body quiver but most of all, she knew she wanted to eat that pussy again real soon.

When it was over, Tanya climbed up on the bed and the two girls kissed. They kissed again but then Martha got up. It was as if she’d gotten what she’d wanted and she was done. She redressed herself and she looked at Tanya still lying naked there on her bed. “I got to have my sluts ready for action at all times so I left some new clothes for you,” she said and then she was gone.