“Hgh…” Bethany remarked as she looked down at her top stretched out over her breasts.
“Was this top so tight last time I wore it? Did it shrink in the wash?” she said to no one in particular.
It must have, it wasn’t like her breasts were growing any more at her age right?
Right?
She scruched her forehead in thought and tried to remember the last time she’d worn the top… it was one of her favorites so it couldn’t be that long ago could it? Last week?
Yes, that’s right, she wore it over to Tom’s party because Joe was going to be there, and she really wanted Joe to notice her.
Of course Joe had looked right past her to one of the several blondes that were at the party, so she’d talked to Tom for most of it instead.
Tom was her neighbour, and he put on a party at the end of each month for everyone in the cul de sac. He had a big yard, a great pool, and was a great host.
He also had a big crush on her and she knew it, though it wasn’t reciprocated.
She almost felt bad for talking to him for so long at the party, he was well liked and there were lots of other women who would gladly have returned his affection.
As much as she was flattered though, Tom seemed only to have eyes for her. Which she tried not to take advantage of, but every once in a while, like when Joe had passed her by, she just needed that little ego boost that Tom would give her every time.
She grabbed her breasts and gave them a heft, did they feel heavier? Maybe?
She let out a little frustrated huff and shook her head. Well, maybe she needed a second opinion.
Bethany turned around and head through her house and out onto the sidewalk, making a bee line for Tom’s house. When she arrived at his front door she rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, saw Tom’s smiling face in the open door.
“Hey Tom.” Bethany said with a half smile.
“Hey Bethany, what’s up?” he asked.
“Got a minute? I need a second opinion on something.” she replied and Tom nodded, swinging the door the rest of the way open and stepping to one side, gesturing her to enter.
She walked by him and into the main living room of his house, it was very modern and expensive.
She wasn’t sure what he did for work, or if he even did work, he seemed to always be home and never turned anyone away if they came to his doorstep. He might have been retired, he was certainly significantly older than her and his greying hair made him look distinguished.
“So what can I give you an opinion on?” Tom asked.
Bethany frowned a little, then let out a little sigh, before cupping her breasts and holding them up a little, “Do my breasts look bigger to you?”
Tom smiled for an instant and then returned to a more neutral expression, “Ah, well, I’m not sure. I mean, it’s not like I spend a lot of time looking at them or anything.”
She rolled her eyes, they both new that was a lie, Tom stole a look at her breasts anytime he could. Bethany hadn’t minded, after all, she wouldn’t put them on display if she didn’t want them looked at. What she’d really hoped was that Joe would have noticed them.
His response wasn’t what she’d wanted to hear, he was dodging the question, but she knew how make him give her a straight answer. She reached down to the hem of her top and then pulled it up over her head in one quick motion, exposing herself.
She pushed her breasts out proudly, “How about now? Do they look bigger now?” she asked forcefully.
“Well… I…” Tom stuttered.
She rolled her eyes again and this time reached out and grabbed his head, pulling him down and forcing his face between her breasts.
“God Tom, just tell me my breasts are bigger! Tell me I’m a big titted whore who needs her big fat tits fucked!”
It was too much, the feeling of his flesh between her breasts, her fingers intertwined into his hair holding his head against her, she couldn’t take it anymore.
She released his head and pushed him up, grabbed his hand and before he could say anything dragged him back into his bedroom.
Tom laid in bed with Bethany snuggled up against his side, her breasts pushed up against him, a giant smile on his face.
He’d been blasting subliminals into Bethany’s back yard for weeks, hoping they’d work, and they finally had!
He hadn’t quite expected this outcome, but then again, such techniques were unpredictable sometimes, and he really couldn’t complain.
