02-04-2026, 03:47 PM
A story by Bakers Dozen
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Sissy got home from volleyball practice and could not wait to get inside her parents’ home and end what had been a crappy day. She had been in a foul mood ever since practice had ended and was just ready for a break.’
She fumbled through the pockets in her backpack until she pulled out her house key and unlatched the door to her home. Stepping over the threshold she shut the door behind herself with a bang.
Sissy stomped off to her room and threw her backpack onto her bed. Balling up both fists, She turned and looked at the full length mirror on her closet door and made an exasperated sound.
“Arrrrrgh, I hate those two bitches…”, she said through her clenched teeth.
The two bitches she was referring to were her volleyball teammates, Morgan and Gracie. These two girls teased Sissy unmercifully. They were always pointing out how small Sissy’s breasts were compared to all the other girls on the team.
Sissy looked at her figure in the mirror. She grabbed the waistband of her hoodie and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor. The next garment was her volleyball jersey. She snatched it off in the same manner and threw it to the floor on top of the hoodie.
Staring at herself in her sports bra, she started to cry.
“Why won’t they grow?” She wondered out loud.
“If they would just get a little bit bigger, they would leave me alone” Sissy said to her reflection in the mirror.
Sissy thought to herself, there must be some exercise or some vitamin out there to make my boobs grow.
Turning defeated from her reflection she began her after college routine. Sissy walked over to the chest of drawers against the wall and pulled out a gray T-shirt with her team's logo and slipped it on. She went about the chores she did each day after college, fold the laundry, empty and reload the dishwasher, collect the mail.
It would be several hours before Sissy’s parents returned home from their jobs in the city and it was a long commute for them both after they left for the evening. She decided she would sit on their back patio and try to forget the harassment Gracie and Morgan had poured onto her today.
On the deck, she plopped down into one of the big wooden Adirondack chairs, pulled her feet up into the chair, bottom and scrolled through her phone for the thousandth time looking for the same topic. How to increase your breast size.
It was fruitless. Her Internet searches had just brought up the same links to the same lame articles she had read over and over. Basically, all saying the same thing and none of them helping her.
Sissy was a cute young girl, she was 5’5” and 101 pounds. She had almost shoulder length blonde hair, which was usually pulled back in a ponytail. Her toned legs and muscular bottom enhanced her athletic looks.
Sissy was good in college, popular within her small group of friends, and a valuable player on her volleyball team. However, none of these positive aspects of Sissy’s appearance and social status made up for how badly she felt about herself due to the teasing she endured daily by Morgan and Gracie.
From her seat on the deck Sissy mindlessly scrolled through her phone until she heard a car pull up in her neighbor’s driveway. It was Darrell in his black Jeep.
He had moved into the house next to his parents last year. Darrell had been friendly to Sissy and her parents since he moved in, always saying Hello and waving at them when they passed in the neighborhood.
Sissy had an idea pop into her head, “Darrell’s some kind of a Doctor - I bet a doctor would know something I could do to get my tits to grow.”
Sissy just needed to formulate an excuse that would allow her to talk to Darrell about a “friend's problem”. She thought, “Butter, yes, that’s what I’ll use for my excuse. I will go visit him because I need to borrow some butter and then casually ask for a friend how to make your boobs bigger.”
Sissy hopped out of the big chair, slipped her sandals on her feet and crossed through her parents well-manicured lawn over to Darrell’s house. Knocking on the door, she stood there waiting for Darrell to answer.
The door opened and Darrell greeted the smiling neighbor girl.
“Hey there, Sissy. This is a nice surprise.” Darrell said to the young girl.
“Butter,” Sissy blurted out, “I need to borrow butter,”
Sissy realized how awkward what she had just said sounded. She hadn’t even bothered to say Hello back to him after he greeted her. Good God, what a dork I am, she thought to herself.
“I mean, Hello Mr. Darrell”, She began again. “Can I borrow some butter? We’re out at my house and I was going to make some popcorn”, Sissy spoke slowly to try and regain her composure as she paused for Darrell to answer.
Sissy had always thought Darrell was an attractive man. He had dark black hair and was tall at 6’2”, he spent a good bit of time at the gym and his arms and chest looked like they were carved out of wood. Darrell also had beautiful bright blue eyes and gleaming white teeth. Truthfully, Sissy had a little teenage crush on her neighbor.
She thought his Jeep was really cool and was always watching for him to come home after college. She would find reasons when he was working in his backyard to go outside hoping to see him with his shirt off.
Darrell looked down at Sissy in her volleyball ball shorts, taking a long look at those muscular thighs and the camel toe her tight shorts made between her pussy lips.
Darrell glanced over Sissy’s head at the neighbors’ house across the street checking to see if anybody was watching before he invited her inside.
To be continued
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Sissy got home from volleyball practice and could not wait to get inside her parents’ home and end what had been a crappy day. She had been in a foul mood ever since practice had ended and was just ready for a break.’
She fumbled through the pockets in her backpack until she pulled out her house key and unlatched the door to her home. Stepping over the threshold she shut the door behind herself with a bang.
Sissy stomped off to her room and threw her backpack onto her bed. Balling up both fists, She turned and looked at the full length mirror on her closet door and made an exasperated sound.
“Arrrrrgh, I hate those two bitches…”, she said through her clenched teeth.
The two bitches she was referring to were her volleyball teammates, Morgan and Gracie. These two girls teased Sissy unmercifully. They were always pointing out how small Sissy’s breasts were compared to all the other girls on the team.
Sissy looked at her figure in the mirror. She grabbed the waistband of her hoodie and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor. The next garment was her volleyball jersey. She snatched it off in the same manner and threw it to the floor on top of the hoodie.
Staring at herself in her sports bra, she started to cry.
“Why won’t they grow?” She wondered out loud.
“If they would just get a little bit bigger, they would leave me alone” Sissy said to her reflection in the mirror.
Sissy thought to herself, there must be some exercise or some vitamin out there to make my boobs grow.
Turning defeated from her reflection she began her after college routine. Sissy walked over to the chest of drawers against the wall and pulled out a gray T-shirt with her team's logo and slipped it on. She went about the chores she did each day after college, fold the laundry, empty and reload the dishwasher, collect the mail.
It would be several hours before Sissy’s parents returned home from their jobs in the city and it was a long commute for them both after they left for the evening. She decided she would sit on their back patio and try to forget the harassment Gracie and Morgan had poured onto her today.
On the deck, she plopped down into one of the big wooden Adirondack chairs, pulled her feet up into the chair, bottom and scrolled through her phone for the thousandth time looking for the same topic. How to increase your breast size.
It was fruitless. Her Internet searches had just brought up the same links to the same lame articles she had read over and over. Basically, all saying the same thing and none of them helping her.
Sissy was a cute young girl, she was 5’5” and 101 pounds. She had almost shoulder length blonde hair, which was usually pulled back in a ponytail. Her toned legs and muscular bottom enhanced her athletic looks.
Sissy was good in college, popular within her small group of friends, and a valuable player on her volleyball team. However, none of these positive aspects of Sissy’s appearance and social status made up for how badly she felt about herself due to the teasing she endured daily by Morgan and Gracie.
From her seat on the deck Sissy mindlessly scrolled through her phone until she heard a car pull up in her neighbor’s driveway. It was Darrell in his black Jeep.
He had moved into the house next to his parents last year. Darrell had been friendly to Sissy and her parents since he moved in, always saying Hello and waving at them when they passed in the neighborhood.
Sissy had an idea pop into her head, “Darrell’s some kind of a Doctor - I bet a doctor would know something I could do to get my tits to grow.”
Sissy just needed to formulate an excuse that would allow her to talk to Darrell about a “friend's problem”. She thought, “Butter, yes, that’s what I’ll use for my excuse. I will go visit him because I need to borrow some butter and then casually ask for a friend how to make your boobs bigger.”
Sissy hopped out of the big chair, slipped her sandals on her feet and crossed through her parents well-manicured lawn over to Darrell’s house. Knocking on the door, she stood there waiting for Darrell to answer.
The door opened and Darrell greeted the smiling neighbor girl.
“Hey there, Sissy. This is a nice surprise.” Darrell said to the young girl.
“Butter,” Sissy blurted out, “I need to borrow butter,”
Sissy realized how awkward what she had just said sounded. She hadn’t even bothered to say Hello back to him after he greeted her. Good God, what a dork I am, she thought to herself.
“I mean, Hello Mr. Darrell”, She began again. “Can I borrow some butter? We’re out at my house and I was going to make some popcorn”, Sissy spoke slowly to try and regain her composure as she paused for Darrell to answer.
Sissy had always thought Darrell was an attractive man. He had dark black hair and was tall at 6’2”, he spent a good bit of time at the gym and his arms and chest looked like they were carved out of wood. Darrell also had beautiful bright blue eyes and gleaming white teeth. Truthfully, Sissy had a little teenage crush on her neighbor.
She thought his Jeep was really cool and was always watching for him to come home after college. She would find reasons when he was working in his backyard to go outside hoping to see him with his shirt off.
Darrell looked down at Sissy in her volleyball ball shorts, taking a long look at those muscular thighs and the camel toe her tight shorts made between her pussy lips.
Darrell glanced over Sissy’s head at the neighbors’ house across the street checking to see if anybody was watching before he invited her inside.
To be continued
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