“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but it’s obviously not working,” my girlfriend said angrily, and I could see why she was pissed: her tits were shrinking by the second. This morning she had had F-cups, but now they were barely C-cups.
“I mean look at you! You’re still barely an inch tall!” she mocked as her breasts went from being nothing less than tits, to just plain old boobs. She was wrong though: I wasn’t doing anything to make this happen, and I was rather disappointed in the results. Now not only am I tiny, but now I can’t even play on my girlfriend’s huge jugs!
Speaking of those, she was now probably smaller than a B-cup, if that “B” stood for “barely boobs”. Her hands flew to her chest as the last of her breasts faded, and the only things left on her chest were her nipples, and the tan lines from her bikini.
“Why would you do this?!” she shouted. I didn’t even bother explaining: I knew it would be pointless. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, then jerk yourself off again. Even if I don’t get my tits back, you’ll be so teeny I’ll need a microscope to fine you.” She walked over to me, and threatened to squish me, so I did as I was told. I lost a few more millimeters of height, but she gained no more boob.
“Do it again,” she said threateningly, and I obeyed. I got even smaller, but her chest remained just as flat.
“Again.”
