Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade, SW, WL/WG)

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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby ssj3gohan007 » Mon Jun 21, 2021 11:49 am

So it finally happened, Mike broke up with her, I knew it was only a matter of time. So apparantly he used the same excuse of taking care of his "injured friend" for why he abandoned her all of a sudden. It seems pretty hypocritical of him to judge Katy like that and jump to conclusions when he himself have done pretty much the same thing on more than one occasion. Katy might have had some emergency or what not and her phone died so she couldn't answer his messages.

Maria was pretty considerate in trying to downplay her looks, since this night was about Katy rather than herself, because she knew upfront that her presence might steal most people's attention.
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby ssj3gohan007 » Mon Jun 21, 2021 12:40 pm

I was right, Katy was humiliated, although it was unintentional. Elijah seemed like a decent guy and it is a awkward but legitimate concern/question he had because sometimes one can't always be sure if the person their flirting with aren't traps in this day and age. Anyways, he didn't mean any offense but unfortunately it was certainly taken that way, ruining the chance of a possible hookup, if they had only been able to overlook his mistake but with Katy so emotionally fragile and insecure right now, I guess that wasn't possible. A shame because for all we know, he might have become a better boyfriend than Mike ever was, we'll never know.

So instead Katy's night is ruined, her confidence and self-esteem shattered and Maria doesn't know how to pick up the pieces this time. Things aren't going well for Katy.
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby greinskyn » Mon Jun 21, 2021 2:35 pm

Good stuff.

The bouncer scene in front of the club was my favorite. But, now, after reaching the end of the installment, I feel I might have misunderstood his concern. With Katy automatically going to the head of the line, I thought the issue was that she wasn't attractive enough, what with a flat chest and being on crutches. I almost wondered if Peter flashed cash surreptitiously to get them in and save Katy from humiliation. Or maybe Maria's rack swayed his decision. Didn't make the other connection at all until you sprung it on us. Maybe I'm a little thick from lack of sleep.

Well, that ought ta get her to cut back on the workouts!

Enjoyed the "Cute Little Bunny" and Maria wearing flats comments.
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby Sculpted » Tue Jun 22, 2021 12:40 pm

Maria signaled Peter that it was time to leave, though he was a step ahead of her, heading for the bar to settle up. She held her friend silently as Katy cried the tears of a drunken rejected mess, unable to come up with the words to console her. Peter tugged at her shoulder, inciting her to tell Katy it was time to go. Katy leaned on her taller friend for support, too distraught to make much use of the crutches that Peter now carried.

The night air had cooled, a physical relief to the heat of her compression bra that Katy was unable to appreciate. Maria guided Katy to a bench as Peter tapped at his phone for an Uber, happy for the distraction.

“He’s right around the corner.” He said, staring at the road to avoid looking at the mess on the bench.

“We’re going back to the hotel, Zaika. It will be okay.” Maria said into Katy’s hair.

Katy’s sobbing stopped. “I’m not a cute fucking bunny. I’m an ugly…” She tried to come up with an appropriate animal. “Bull. Call me a titless ugly bull.” Her tears once again resumed.

“Nooo,” Maria whispered. “That man did not know what his eyes saw.”

“He saw a man!” Katy cried. “Just like Mike.” Her head sank into Maria’s lap at the realization. Maria stroked her hair, regretting her confidence in men, and her own ideas.

They sat in silence, Peter concentrating on his phone until it was safe to look up at the approaching car.

“They’re here. Come on.” Peter tried to sound as sympathetic as possible, but wanted to get the three of them out of public as quickly as possible. He put the crutches in the trunk and helped Maria load the blonde into the back seat, taking the front for himself. Katy’s sloppy crying created an awkward tension in the otherwise silent car as the driver took off for the hotel.

“Rough night?” The driver finally asked Peter, with the tone of voice that suggested comradery with Peter for having to deal with the drunk women.

“Yeah.” Peter answered dryly. “You from around here?” He tried to change the subject for Katy’s sake. It was enough to send the driver into a lengthy spiel about growing up in the city, looking for extra money, and a full summary of what brought him to be their Uber driver. Normally Peter would have hated the chatty escort, but in this situation he was relieved to have something to listen to other than the wailing coming from behind him.

They got to their room without hiccup, Peter nodding apologies to everyone they passed for the ordeal he and his wife all but carried to their room. Once inside the dimly-lit room, Katy was guided to the couch with Maria by her side as Peter went straight for the bags. Finally out of the public eye, Katy pulled at the straps of the dress, getting it beneath her artificially-flat ribcage enough to pull at the binding bra. It took Maria’s help, but finally her sagging breasts, scored with compression lines, exploded from beneath. Katy took her first deep breath in hours and wrapped her arms around her chest, cradling her breasts and collapsing into a fetal position, head resting on Maria’s lap.

“I just want them back.” Katy sniffled, hugging her droopy breasts close as though her love for them would make them swell. “Make them come back. I can’t live like this. I can’t. I want my life back.” Her voice was muffled by Maria’s thigh, which grew wet with tears.

“Shhhhh,” Maria stroked Katy’s curly hair as she consoled her. “It will all be over soon. You will have your boobs back and all of the things will be normal.”

“You don’t know that!” Katy yelled, her voice cracking. “He said I’d lose a little, not half! What if they never come back?” Anger rose in her voice, replacing her desperate cries.

“Do not think like this, Katy!” Maria matched Katy’s volume. “It will do no good. Trust your doctor, I am sure he is a smart man.”

Katy sat up, still cradling her chest as she pushed herself to the edge of the couch. “This was your idea.” She hissed, narrowing her bloodshot eyes at Maria. “You told me I was beautiful. You lied to me to embarrass me. Why should I listen to you?” The vodka’s presence was evident in her venomous words.

“Katy!” Maria sounded surprised, if not hurt. There was truth in the drunk girl’s words, in that it was her idea, making them sting. “I would never!” She took a breath to collect herself. “You are my beautiful little Zaika. That man—“

“I said to stop calling me that!” Katy yelled back, pulling her feet to her chest.

Maria closed her eyes for a second. “Katy. You are upset. I understand this. I made a mistake. I am sorry for that. But you did attract a very handsome man, you cannot discount that.” She sounded reasonable, as though trying to talk a jumper from a ledge.

“Who thought I was a fucking man!” Katy’s nose flared at the memory that would likely haunt her beyond tonight.

Maria searched for a path through the conversation, watching Peter through the corner of her eye as he left with the room’s ice bucket. “Men are ignorant. You know this. He was a dumb redneck! Do not let him ruin your night.”

Katy’s demeanor softened as her emotions ebbed. “You wanted to show me I wasn’t just a pair of tits. You were wrong. I’m a dumb slut with no skills other than having big tits. And I don’t even have that anymore. I’m just an ugly dumb slut that nobody wants to look at.” Her head slumped into her supported chest as she fell silent, thinking over her life.

“Katy…” Maria sighed, scooting closer and putting a hand around Katy’s wrists, pulling gently at her arms. Katy’s breasts fell into her legs, while her hair hid her face. “You are beautiful. I should not have made you hide yourself.” She pulled Katy’s legs down, freeing her chest to the cold room air as she held her hands. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We have loved having you in our home, not because of your boobs. You are a good girl.”

Katy wanted to hide what she viewed as her deformities, but lacked the strength or will to stop the soothing hazel-haired beauty slowly disarming her.

“You’re just saying that.” Katy mumbled.

“Why else would we take you in? We do not need money, and have asked you for none. You have friends. That is better than the attention of one thousand rednecks at some awful club.” Maria released Katy’s hand and brushed her hair away, looking at her downturned eyes and the teardrop forming at the tip of her nose.

“But I’m still an ugly bull.” Katy whimpered, still staring blankly down to their legs.

Maria slid a hand down the length of Katy’s breast, pressing her palm against her lazily drooping nipple. The feeling of another’s hand on what was now her most private area both frightened and soothed Katy. Maria’s other hand found Katy’s chin, raising her head up to meet her gaze. She moved in for a kiss, holding their lips together for a moment before pulling back.

“You are my Zaika.” Maria whispered, wrapping her hand around the back of Katy’s head and returning for another kiss. If Maria was skilled at anything, it was resolving issues with her body. Katy’s own hand explored Maria’s shoulders and neck as the Russian’s skilled tongue explored her mouth. The click of the door handle was enough to make them pause, Maria looking beyond the mess of curly blonde hair to Peter, who held a filled bucket of ice and a wild look of surprise.

“Am I Interrupting?” He asked, eyes still wide at the sudden change of atmosphere since he made his exit.

Maria grinned, looking down to Katy as she spoke. “Sorry, honey. You know I cannot keep my hands off of sexy women.”

Katy’s brow lifted. She knew it was a forced compliment, but it felt good nonetheless. Stolen from the temptress’s spell, she squeezed herself into the now ill-fitting dress, lifting it over her shoulders if only to add some perk to her breasts. Maria kissed Katy’s forehead as she slinked back down the side of the couch.

“And you got ice! Let us drink away the memory of that horrible man!” Maria cheered. Katy, still flush, quietly adjusted her dress to look as presentable as she could before turning to face Peter. Without Maria’s distraction, her attention focused like a laser on Peter, looking for the slightest hint of disappointment at her body.
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby ssj3gohan007 » Tue Jun 22, 2021 3:42 pm

It's a shame that peter interrupted before things could get interesting, but who knows, maybe it can still happen ;)
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby Sculpted » Wed Jun 23, 2021 9:41 am

Peter did his best to disregard the scene playing out on the couch, not wanting to add another variable to an already unstable situation. Instead, he smiled at the pair and turned his attention to the mini kitchen to his right to scoop ice into a couple of glasses. He appreciated he and his wife’s lifestyle, and the goodhearted nature of what she was doing for her friend, but had always been uncomfortable around emotional people, being one to stuff his own feelings into a bottle on the chance they became troublesome.

“Vodka cranberries?” He pointed a finger at each of the girls as he headed for the bedroom.

Katy looked pitiful, having gotten almost no attention from Peter for her display. Her mood teetered on the edge, still reeling from Eli’s question, threatening to spill in either direction with the smallest signal. She slumped back into the couch from Peter’s unknowing slight.

“Shots.” Katy said without passion.

Maria forced a smile, watching her friend intently. “Yes! Bartender, I packed shot glasses. Shots and drinks!” She tried to be as positive as possible, in hopes of lifting Katy’s broken spirits. She placed a hand on Katy’s thigh, barely drawing her attention. “There is not much that good vodka cannot fix.” Her tone was quiet, but assuring, though only drew a shrug from the blonde.

Glasses clinked as Peter hauled a cache of bottles and glasses into the kitchenette to perform his bartending duties. He returned to the girls long enough to hand them their shots before delivering their cocktails and raising his own glass of neat whiskey in toast, happy that his wife took the reins before he was forced to come up with words.

“To good friends and good health!” Maria clinked their glasses and the girls downed their shots, Peter sipping at his bourbon, none reacting to the burning liquids.

“I just want to forget tonight.” Katy muttered, not sharing in the feigned delight of the room as she reached for her drink for a long slug.

“That is the spirit, Zaika.” Maria smiled, a firm believer in alcohol therapy. She and Peter shared a look before she took a sip of her own drink. “Well? You heard her, my sexy bartender. Chop chop!”

Peter raised a brow, contemplating the situation. Deciding the night was a lose-lose, he shrugged and grabbed the vodka bottle, choosing to sit with it on the coffee table rather than running back and forth. “Drinking for effect, I guess?” He asked, an eye on his wife as he poured another shot. They didn’t have to exchange words for Peter to catch on, barely filling Maria’s glass before handing them off. Katy eschewed the customary traditions, downing the shot impatiently and handing the empty glass back to Peter.

“How’s it fair.” Katy slurred, staring past her bartender.

“What’s that?” Peter looked concerned that her attention had fallen on him.

“I do eeeeeeeeeverything right. Like, gym, food, all that shit. Why do I get cancer. It’s,” Her chest spasmed, followed by a dry gulp, “bullshit.”

Peter’s eyes flicked from Katy to Maria, hoping for some assistance. Maria wondered if there was a point in trying to answer the girl, but spoke up anyway.

“Life is not fair, even for beautiful people. This is why we drink.” The celebratory nature of her voice had fallen to more serious concern. “But you are getting well, so we drink to celebrate.”

Katy eyed the empty shot glass, blinking a few times. “Celebrate.” She had trouble forming the word, and seemed to fall into deep contemplation. “Celeb… Losin’ my tits. Bein’ called a man.” Her hand reached for the glass, swaying in either direction of it. “Fuck it.”

Peter held the little glass back, fearing the consequences of giving the rapidly deteriorating girl another, but a nod from his wife made the decision for him. He stopped the pour half way and handed it to Katy, who greedily downed it without hesitation. She closed her eyes and swayed for a moment before shaking her head and staring through limp eyes at Peter.

“Would you still fuck me?” Katy reached out to grope at Peter’s leg as she asked. Peter finally set down the bottle and took a deep breath.

“Of course, Katy.” The answer felt wrong on his tongue, but he knew anything else would lead to more crying. Katy smiled and pulled at the neckline of her dress, sloppily revealing one breast that hung low on her chest as she leaned over.

“Even with shit tits?” She hefted her freed breast up, letting it drop heavily back down to her chest.

Peter forced a smile that contradicted the concern in his eyes. “Even with your boobs.”

Katy seemed to come to life, leaning further to grab both of Peter’s thighs and pull herself forward, knees dropping to the floor with a thud. The fall didn’t faze her as she slid between Peter’s legs, eyes lasered in on his crotch. “Then prove it.” She demanded, tugging at his belt but lacking the dexterity to remove it.

Peter froze, again looking to his wife for guidance, who only shook her head at the sight of the poor half-dressed mess pawing at his crotch. She finally moved from the couch to wrap her arms around Katy’s solid waist and pull her back to the couch with a grunt. Katy’s face contorted into confusion and betrayal as she stared up at Maria.

“What are you doin? Let’s fuck.” Katy’s words didn’t match her tone, flat and passionless. It was clear to Maria that Katy was motivated by approval more than arousal, while barely hanging onto consciousness enough to appreciate either. The savvy Russian snapped her fingers at Peter, pointing to the Vodka bottle.

“I don’t think she should drink anymore.” He warned.

“No, it is exactly what she needs.” Maria’s eyes were wide, conveying hidden intentions that persuaded Peter to pour. Maria knelt down and placed the shot in Katy’s unsteady hand, holding her own empty glass herself. “Let us do one more shot, and we will fuck.” She clinked her glass against Katy’s and pretended to down it as Katy followed. “Darling, go wait in the bedroom, we will be there shortly.” She instructed a more than willing Peter.

Katy started to roll off the couch, but a firm hand stopped her. “No, my little Zaika. I want you to myself first.” Maria whispered. “Get comfortable,” she stretched Katy’s legs until she was fully lying down, “I will be right back.” A slow kiss on the lips preceded Maria standing up to turn out the lights and heading for the bedroom.

Cast into darkness, Katy’s world spun. She dropped a foot to the floor to balance herself, fighting her eyes to wait for Maria. The room was silent outside of the rapid beating of her heart suddenly thudding in her ears. The struggle against her eyelids grew more difficult, each blink lasting longer until they finally closed for good.

A few minutes later, Maria snuck quietly back into the room, dragging a bedsheet. Whispering Katy’s name to confirm that she had passed out, she carefully covered her with the sheet, barely tucking it around her limp body before retreating back to the bedroom, easing the door shut behind her.

“What an absolute shitshow.” Peter finally broke the silence with the security of the door between him and the drunk blonde.

“Yes…” Maria sighed, removing her conservative outfit in the dark. “She is a very troubled girl.”

“Any more master plans?” He asked, somewhat sarcastically, pulling the blanket down for his wife to join him in bed.

“I do not know. It was going so well, that ignorant redneck. What do we do with her?” Maria let out a long sigh, finally out of ideas.

“Maybe try to convince Mike to take her back?” Peter suggested, hoping to return to his normal life.

Maria lightly slapped his arm with the back of her hand. “Peter! How could you say this? She is our friend, we are supposed to help her.”

Peter let his head fall back to the headboard with a dull thud. “Yeah, I know. Can we just knock her out ‘til her treatment’s done? Like, a Wile E. Coyote mallet or something?”

Maria chuckled at the thought. “Be serious!”

“Well, you tried making her feel like she had her boobs back, and that didn’t work. You tried making her think she didn’t need’em, and…well.” Peter ran his hand through his hair. “Sorry, honey, I’m out of my depth here.”

Maria sank into her pillow and turned over, yawning. “Maybe we will just go mallet shopping tomorrow.”

“Speaking of pounding things…” Peter slid his hand down his wife’s side, pulling their naked bodies together.

“Very romantic,” Maria started, sarcastically. “I am not in the mood, I am sorry honey.”

Peter let out a disappointed breath of air escape his nose and rolled over. “I love you.”

“I love you too, solnishko.”
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby ssj3gohan007 » Wed Jun 23, 2021 11:16 am

Katy is pretty depressed and the they didn't bother to have sex with her to prove that she's still wanted and beautiful, which might have worked but it's the one thing that they didn't seem to want to try, I guess because they weren't attracted to her anymore to the point where they didn't even try to fake it just to cheer her up. They say she's beautiful but their actions seem to suggest she is so repulsive that sleeping with her is some sort of last resort, if that. Instead the relied on random people and chance to cheer Katy up, when they could have done it themselves by having sex with her to prove that she's still hot, it is obviously what Katy had wanted.
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby Sculpted » Thu Jun 24, 2021 12:10 pm

The sun had barely peaked into the windows when Peter was awakened by the regretful sounds of last night’s vodka escaping the bathroom. He groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore it for a few minutes before giving up and shaking his wife awake.

“I think she’s dying in there.” Peter muttered, still half-asleep. Maria slowly sat up, rubbing at her weary eyes. Hunched over, she collected herself until the sounds of retching finally forced her out of bed and into a t-shirt and panties.

“You were her bartender.” Maria said casually as she trudged out of the room, only getting a grunt in response. The toilet bowl had been replaced by a crop of messy platinum-blonde hair as Katy hugged it, echoing the sound of her misfortune inside. Maria grimaced as she knelt down next to Katy and pulled her hair from the rim, trying to avoid the sight inside the bowl. A weak thank you found its place between dry heaves that lasted too long for either of their comfort.

Katy finally released her grip on the white porcelain and slumped against the glass wall of the shower, elbows on her knees with her head between. Safe from the mess, Maria let her hair fall and flushed the toxic remains before pouring a glass of water and setting it before the less-fortunate woman on the floor.

“What happened?” Katy asked, voice struggling and cracked, gratefully taking the glass from the floor.

Maria leaned against the sink, silently thanking the vodka for its job. “We had a little too much fun. And you cannot hold your liquor.” She tried to sound positive, not wanting to remind Katy of anything she didn’t already recall.

“I feel like I got hit by a bus.” Katy downed the rest of the glass as quickly as she had last night. “Did we drive? Is Peter okay?”

Maria was impressed at the girl’s concern, and happier to have another hint at her blackout. “We took an Uber, everyone is okay. Well…” Her voice trailed off, the reasons apparent.

“Good.” Katy said through an exhale, sliding down the wall and letting her head slump back. “After Mike getting pulled over by that cop.” Her eyes cracked open as though searching for something in the dark. “Cops.” She said with a realization.

“They are all idiots.” Maria said quickly. “You looked very cute asleep.” Her words were quick, almost panicked.

Katy ignored the fake compliment. “No, there was a group of them at the bar. Ethan? The cowboy. He…” Her eyes closed again. “Oh.” Maria could see the memory return in real time, Katy’s muscles giving up their already-weak effort as she leaned sideways to the floor.

“He was stupid.” Maria fell on repeating her previous reasoning, for lack of a better idea. Katy’s comatose appearance told her it would be just as ineffective in the morning. “I will return.” She announced, leaving Katy to mourn her looks in the dark bathroom to head back to the bedroom where she began searching her bags. Peter pretended to remain asleep in hopes that he could at least trick his wife, if not his own brain.

Finding what she came for, she returned to the bathroom and poured another glass of water, sitting down next to Katy to grab her attention. “Take this.” She held out the glass along with a familiar white pill. It was the only hope she saw of getting the helpless girl stable enough to get her to her feet. Katy barely looked at the pill, washing it down with the glass indifferently before going limp once again. Maria patted her on the head and left to get dressed.

“She will be fine in an hour.” Maria announced, matter-of-factly.

Peter finally gave up on sleep, pulling himself up. “Blackout?” He asked, as though it were a common scheme of theirs.

“No, she remembers. Little white pill.” Maria smiled, lightly shaking the bottle for emphasis.

Peter moaned. “I hate those things.” He had never been a fan of Maria’s occasional pill, never bringing himself to compare it to his own brown liquid stress relief.

With a huff, Maria tossed his jeans at his head. “Well it is this or you can carry her to the car.”

“Point.” Peter shrugged.

The two got dressed and killed time until they decided it would be safe to stir Katy, who was in a calmer, if not listless mood. Skipping any idea of a shower or breakfast, Peter got a ride to the car and picked up the worn looking girls to head home. The ride was almost free of discussion, music used to fill the silence between the couple as Katy slept off her hangover in the back.

At home, Peter and Maria showered off the smells of a night out as Katy lay dazed on the couch. The two went about their days, mostly cleaning up and relaxing, all but ignoring the golden centerpiece in their living room until dinner, in which she was finally coerced to come to the kitchen.

Peter couldn’t hide his awkwardness, eyes rarely raising from his plate as he ate quietly, not so much as accidentally clinking a utensil against the plate to avoid attention. Maria finally addressed Katy, who idly picked at her meal with a fork.

“How are you feeling, Zaika?” Maria was gentle, her voice just above a whisper.

Katy was slow to respond, barely pulling her eyes from the plate to look up at her host. “Fine. I just gave up.” She muttered.

“Well, this is an improvement.” Maria’s tone peaked at the end of the sentence, unsure of herself. Katy just shrugged and returned her faltering attention to the food, little of which made its way to her mouth.

“Tomorrow will be better.” Maria whispered, face full of pity. She hoped that she was right. Peter started to chime in, but stopped himself even though he doubted Katy would even register his thoughts. He finished his plate quickly and gave Maria a hand signal that he was going upstairs. The remaining two ate in silence until Maria finished and decided to take her friend to bed, still wearing her tight dress.

Preparing for bed and slipping between the sheets, Peter again made a pass at his wife, and was again rejected. “You can’t let her get to you, honey.” He begged.

Maria sighed, looking from her husband to the bedroom door. “This I know. I am sorry, tomorrow will be better.” She repeated.

“Right.” Peter nodded and rolled over.
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Postby Sculpted » Thu Jun 24, 2021 12:45 pm

Meant to be longer, but time got to me.

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Still recovering from the hotel, Peter and Maria slept in. Maria felt bad for her husband, having to endure the night and following day without much support from his wife. She decided to make up for it with breakfast in bed, served nude as a treat. Slinking out from the covers, she pulled on a night gown and quietly made her way downstairs, where she was surprised to find Katy already awake sitting at the island. Still dressed from the club, Katy was joined on the counter with a bottle of wine and half-drank glass.

“Katy? What are you doing awake?” Maria asked, surprised and discouraged at not being able to cook a peaceful meal as she’d expected.

“Couldn’t sleep. Don’t wanna be awake. Didn’t know where the pills were.” Katy’s expression never changed as she answered, remaining the same blank, defeated face Maria had seen in the bathroom.

With a tsk tsk, Maria took the bottle from the counter and placed it next to the stove. “Wine is for smiling women. I am making breakfast, it will be good for you to eat.” She sounded cheerier than she was, pulling ingredients from the fridge with her back turned to Katy’s sneer.

“Easy for you to say. You have something to smile about.” Katy muttered under her breath, clutching the stem of her remaining wine defensively.

Maria froze in place and spun around, frustration washed over her face. “Katherine Gibson,” she started, like a mother at the end of her rope, “you have been given good friends who are trying to take care of you, more money than God himself, and are lucky enough to live somewhere that can cure your breast cancer with pills. Yet you mope and feel sorry for yourself because things are not going your way for what, a few months? You will look back on this soon and feel ashamed of yourself.”

Katy stared at her friend in disbelief. She wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to in such a manner, on top of having no real leg to stand on. Hand sliding from the stem of the wine glass down to her lap, her eyes fell to the counter, ashamed. The guilt of her actions compounded with her situation, bringing with it watery eyes.

Maria softened for just a second before her stern demeanor returned. “No. No more tears. You will help me make my husband, who took good care of you, breakfast to eat in bed. Then you will shower. Yes?” It wasn’t a question. Katy shut her eyes tight, wiping away the tears, and got to her feet, limping to Maria’s side of the island. Eyes still cast down, Maria’s barely-concealed teardrop breasts filled her vision, making her effort against the tears harder.

“Good. You will separate bacon.” Maria demanded, hiding her pity behind a cold veneer. They made a hearty breakfast, Maria teaching a silent Katy as she stumbled with her tasks, finally softening a bit as Katy seemed to make an effort. Once the food was plated, Maria sat Katy in front of a plate which she demanded be eaten as she took Peter his, stripping off her robe in the hallway upstairs.
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Re: Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade)

Postby ssj3gohan007 » Thu Jun 24, 2021 7:34 pm

Thinking about it, it doesn't make sense for Katy to be jealous of Maria's breasts because their fake and can be achieved via surgery, meaning that Katy could have done the exact same thing and had the same kind of breasts, rather than waste time being depressed and jealous of someone who wasn't especially naturally endowed. It would have been wiser for her to just do that then the self-destructive path she chose, feeling sorry for herself.
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