by drmordo » Sun Apr 14, 2024 3:24 pm
Chapter 8: Emily's New Life/Coming Up Short
Emily's heart sank as she opened her bedroom door, the familiar smell of her perfume and the posters on the wall still intact, but the rest of her surroundings... different. Her large breasts, once proudly held up by a K-cup bra, had somehow shrunken down to an A-cup, making her feel... insignificant. She sighed and walked over to her dresser, where her collection of bras used to be. Now, all she saw were A-cup bras, neatly folded and tagged, taunting her with their mere existence. Her eyes filled with tears as she reached out to touch one of the tags, feeling the weight of her new reality pressing down on her.
She slipped one on, hoping that she could at least fill it up with her now tiny tits. Her A-Cup bra was, too her shock and horror, loose. It hung off her chest like a deflated balloon. She remembered how the boy in her dorm - Calvin, that was his name! - used to stare at her breasts like they were a work of art, how he'd do anything for her if she just wore a tight shirt or something with a lot of cleavage. Now, she doubted he even noticed her existence. Emily felt tears stream down her face as she continued to go through her bras, each one smaller than the last. Her once proud chest now reduced to something barely worth noticing. Her heart ached as she thought about how her life had changed in an instant. She couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of curse on her or if this was all a dream. She looked down at her body, feeling self-conscious and exposed. The thought of leaving her room, of facing the world with these new, diminished breasts, was terrifying. She sat on her beat, wearing that loose A-Cup bra and feeling a massive mixture of shame, anger, and arousal. How could Vincent do this to her? Leave her with absolutely nothing up top like this! She had been top heavy, but now... well, she had nothing. Not a pear shape, not an hourglass. She was almost completely flat now from the bottom of her neck to her ass.
Her Asian heritage haunting her now, when before she had been so so blessed in her breasts. This had to be some kind of nightmare, she would wake up and her breasts would be right where they always had been ever since they started growing when she'd been quite young. How she'd made her way to the top of social circles by breaking bras that other girls could only dream of filling up and making any men around her cum their pants... or sometimes, cum for her if she decided to give them a little more than just a look.
"Emily?" She froze, hand still on a lacy A-cup bra. The voice was faint, barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Could it be...? She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the room before they finally landed on the figure standing in the doorway. It was him. The boy from her dorm. The one who used to stare at her breasts like they were a work of art. The one who would do anything for her. Calvin!
"H-Hi!" She said, embarrassingly covering her chest.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Cal said, turning his head away, blushing. Emily's eyes darted to his groin, looking for that familiar bulge of erection in his pants. There was none to be found and that hurt even worse. "Uh... you're Emily, right?" Her heart sank more. He didn't even recognize her at all.
"Y-Yeah..." She said, pulling her sheets over her reduced breasts as well, as if she could hide her shame from the world.
"Your roommate was looking for you. The one with the... well, y'know..." Cal said. Emily flushed red hot. Her roommate, Samantha, was a D-Cup. Hardly big compared to where she had been, but now Samantha's cup sizes would make her look like a baby in the breast department. Without her K-Cups, it must have been Samantha who was the Big Breast Queen of their dorm. "She was looking for you about tomorrow's pool party."
"Pool party?" Emily echoed, then suddenly remembered. It was going to be the social event of the season, something she had been planning with the New Students Committee for weeks now. "Right. The pool party. I'll talk to her."
"Yeah, thanks. Sorry." Cal said, moving out of the room. Emily still felt that same mixture of pain, shame, and arousal... even as his cock hadn't so much as twitched when he'd looked at her. She remembered how he'd be throbbing just from her breathing... and now, she couldn't even make his penis stir.
Her mind went back to Vincent's... that mammoth he'd taken from Paul, the size he'd added to his own. She didn't intend for it, but her hand reached down beneath the sheets and began to work her clit, feeling her pussy soaking as if she'd been fingering herself for hours. She remembered how he'd fucked her with that giant cock, how it had slammed so deep into and hit spots that no other man had. And now... she was empty. And flat. Like the world's saddest, horniest tube of toothpaste. Her other hand rubbed her chest, expecting to find her K-Cup boob there, but finding only barely the nipple there as she began to knead and massage it, crying even as she pushed herself harder and harder toward orgasm. She tried not to think about and couldn't make herself think about anything other than what she'd lost... both on her chest and within her pussy...
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"OH, Vincent! FUCK!" Clara moaned as Vincent thrusted into her like he was possessed by something. His cock was even bigger than what she'd seen before and it felt like an alien was trying to bury itself in her guts. And she loved. EVERY. FUCKING. SECOND OF IT! Her bedsprings squeaked like they were possessed by some kind of ghost, wailing like they were being thrown around in a thunderstorm. She'd lost track of how many times she'd cum, seeming in a state of perpetual orgasm as Vincent was railing her better than she'd ever been railed before. "You're... so big! Fuck!" She moaned.
"Just... wait..." Vincent smirked, his hips still pumping.
"What does that mean?" Clara asked, moaning through confusion. Then, she felt the pressure increase within her pussy, feeling him push deeper... no, he wasn't pushing deeper! He was... he... "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!!!" She screamed, her cunt gushing again as she realized that his cock was literally growing inside of her. "OH MY GOD! VINCENT! YOU'RE GROWING! YOU'RE GROWING IN MY PUSSY!!! OH FUCK!!!" Faster and faster Vincent's hips pumped as he was definitely growing bigger. Longer and wider inside of her, she could feel it now. Every inch as his cock became a third leg inside of her. She arched her back, moaning as she was swimming in bliss and her orgasms were only growing stronger the longer Vincent fucked her. Soon enough, she felt him burst inside of her, what felt like gallons emptied out into her. The pleasure became far, far too much and Clara fell into unconsciousness.
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"No! No! No!" Paul moaned, pulling desperately on his cock. It had gotten cold, and then the flesh had begun to recede back into his crotch. "No! No, please! No! No!" He had been left with two inches and he had hoped that that could have been it, but it seemed that it wasn't to be. "Please! Please, let me keep some! Let me keep a little of it! Please!" He begged Vincent, who he knew he could not hear. Or, if he could, he was probably laughing at poor, pathetic, tiny penis-having Paul. He was down to barely an inch now. "Please! Please, God! Please!" The burst of cold came again and his cock continued to sink into his groin. He could barely pinch the thing between two fingers now, so short and so narrow it was. Then, at the last moment, Paul was treated to a powerful vision. It was a cock! His cock... no, it was even bigger! It was growing and... and... was that Clara underneath him?! Clara had been someone he'd fucked on the side of Emily. Smaller breasts, but a great ass and a much tighter pussy... and that last one he could feel. With just two pumps, Paul realized he was cumming.
"NO! NO! NO!" He gasped, the orgasm making his entire body flush cold this time. His fingers had nothing more to grip as his penis became an inch longer... then half an inch, and then... a malformed head of a cock poked out from between his legs. Barely enough to even be called a penis. He tugged at it and tugged at it, but all he received was another burst of cum as his balls shriveled down and flattened against his groin. Paul whined and moaned as the reality set in. His penis, his once pride and joy, was gone.
And somewhere, somewhere, Vincent was using that stolen size to pound Clara's pussy like no cock on Earth could ever do...