02-04-2026, 07:25 PM
Part 2
“Sure Sissy,” he motioned for her to come inside, “I’m sure I have some butter in the refrigerator and I agree popcorn is not even worth making if you don’t have a good dollop of butter to pour over the top.”
Sissy followed Darrell into the kitchen where he looked in a crisper drawer and fetched out a stick of butter.
Sissy’s mind had already begun twisting in multiple directions. Now that she was actually alone with her neighbor Darrell, how would she ask him if he knew of a way of getting her tits to grow faster.
“Is one going to be enough” he asked Sissy.
“Huh, one what”, Sissy replied cluelessly. Her mind too busy concocting her plan to pay attention to Darrell holding a stick of butter.
Sissy then snapped back into the moment. “Oh, butter, yes one will be fine,” she said.
Reaching out a hand to take the butter, Sissy just jumped right into her real reason for being there.
“Mr. Darrell, you’re sort of like a doctor, right? I mean, you work at a hospital, so you must know all about the human body because of your job,” Sissy fumbled a bit with the words.
“See, I have this friend and she was wondering. Well, she wanted to know if there was a way to make certain parts of the body develop faster.” Sissy paused, looking up at Darrell’s face before rambling into the next part of her questioning.
“So I told her that my neighbor was a doctor—I bet he would know.”
Then she said, “Like, would you ask him for me?”
So I said, “Well, yeah, I guess I could.”
“So… well, I mean, is there a way to make parts of your body grow bigger?” Sissy’s words poured out in one huge run-on sentence.
Darrell was actually a EMT and worked in the hospital Emergency Department on extra shifts but he wasn’t about let that detail get in the way. If Sissy wanted to talk about a girl’s body parts, Darrell was ready and willing to listen.
Darrell had been quite aware of Sissy. He had watched her as she lost that boyish look over the last six months and had developed the curves of a young teen girl. It was obvious to him that she was asking these questions for herself, he just wasn’t sure yet where she was taking this. Was she curious about her period, was she wanting to get taller, who could predict what was on the mind of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Sissy went back into another monologue and Darrell listened to Sissy babble on for the next few minutes about her supposed “friend”. Seeing through her charade the entire time He was just waiting for an opportunity to get at the root of all this pantomime.
“So, what do you think, can you give me an answer and I can explain it to her“ Sissy concluded her impromptu speech.
“You know Sissy, most growth comes through age, but I do know some techniques to get quicker results,” Darrell said.
Hearing this Sissy’s eyes grew wide. “I knew there was something I could do,” she thought as she hung on his next words.
“But I need more information”, he asked. “Where exactly is it that your friend wants to see more growth.”
“Boobs” she blurted out the word before knowing it was coming out of her mouth.
Turning a little blush Sissy paused to regain herself. “My friend would like to have bigger breasts but there is nothing online about how to do it.”
Darrell held his wicked thoughts as he carefully chose the next direction in the conversation.
“I do know of some treatments for that but without seeing the patient it’s hard to give a diagnosis. I mean I could help more if I could see the patient for an exam.”, Darrell laid the clinical angle on thick.
“Oh, she is about my size”, Sissy spread her arms apart to reveal her small chest.
“Fuck you, Gracie and Morgan,” she delightedly thought. “I’m gonna be bigger than both of them after this.”
Darrell placed a hand on his chin knowingly.
“Is that so?” he asked. “Well then stand up straight and let’s have a look.”
Sissy did as instructed and stood before Darrell.
Darrell eyed Sissy up and down a few long seconds before he spoke.
“Nope, no good - I really need the patient here and anyway you look developed appropriately for your age Sissy,” Darrell said. “Is she twelve years old like you are?”
Darrell had deliberately cut years off Sissy’s age. He knew she was eighteen but this might work to catch her in her lie.
“I’m not twelve - I’m eighteen and I want to have bigger tits like all the other girls do!” she fumed.
“I’m sick and tired of being teased about my boobs, I get called President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee!” Sissy complained without realizing her mistake.
“I thought we were talking about your friend Sissy,” Darrell trapped her in her own words.
Sissy’s mouth dropped open speechless. She was busted in a lie.
“It’s okay Sissy,” Darrell assured the young girl. “I never believed you had come to see me about a friend or about butter, so why don’t we put that back in the fridge and let’s try being honest.”
Darrell took the butter from Sissy and returned it to the crisper drawer.
To be continued
“Sure Sissy,” he motioned for her to come inside, “I’m sure I have some butter in the refrigerator and I agree popcorn is not even worth making if you don’t have a good dollop of butter to pour over the top.”
Sissy followed Darrell into the kitchen where he looked in a crisper drawer and fetched out a stick of butter.
Sissy’s mind had already begun twisting in multiple directions. Now that she was actually alone with her neighbor Darrell, how would she ask him if he knew of a way of getting her tits to grow faster.
“Is one going to be enough” he asked Sissy.
“Huh, one what”, Sissy replied cluelessly. Her mind too busy concocting her plan to pay attention to Darrell holding a stick of butter.
Sissy then snapped back into the moment. “Oh, butter, yes one will be fine,” she said.
Reaching out a hand to take the butter, Sissy just jumped right into her real reason for being there.
“Mr. Darrell, you’re sort of like a doctor, right? I mean, you work at a hospital, so you must know all about the human body because of your job,” Sissy fumbled a bit with the words.
“See, I have this friend and she was wondering. Well, she wanted to know if there was a way to make certain parts of the body develop faster.” Sissy paused, looking up at Darrell’s face before rambling into the next part of her questioning.
“So I told her that my neighbor was a doctor—I bet he would know.”
Then she said, “Like, would you ask him for me?”
So I said, “Well, yeah, I guess I could.”
“So… well, I mean, is there a way to make parts of your body grow bigger?” Sissy’s words poured out in one huge run-on sentence.
Darrell was actually a EMT and worked in the hospital Emergency Department on extra shifts but he wasn’t about let that detail get in the way. If Sissy wanted to talk about a girl’s body parts, Darrell was ready and willing to listen.
Darrell had been quite aware of Sissy. He had watched her as she lost that boyish look over the last six months and had developed the curves of a young teen girl. It was obvious to him that she was asking these questions for herself, he just wasn’t sure yet where she was taking this. Was she curious about her period, was she wanting to get taller, who could predict what was on the mind of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Sissy went back into another monologue and Darrell listened to Sissy babble on for the next few minutes about her supposed “friend”. Seeing through her charade the entire time He was just waiting for an opportunity to get at the root of all this pantomime.
“So, what do you think, can you give me an answer and I can explain it to her“ Sissy concluded her impromptu speech.
“You know Sissy, most growth comes through age, but I do know some techniques to get quicker results,” Darrell said.
Hearing this Sissy’s eyes grew wide. “I knew there was something I could do,” she thought as she hung on his next words.
“But I need more information”, he asked. “Where exactly is it that your friend wants to see more growth.”
“Boobs” she blurted out the word before knowing it was coming out of her mouth.
Turning a little blush Sissy paused to regain herself. “My friend would like to have bigger breasts but there is nothing online about how to do it.”
Darrell held his wicked thoughts as he carefully chose the next direction in the conversation.
“I do know of some treatments for that but without seeing the patient it’s hard to give a diagnosis. I mean I could help more if I could see the patient for an exam.”, Darrell laid the clinical angle on thick.
“Oh, she is about my size”, Sissy spread her arms apart to reveal her small chest.
“Fuck you, Gracie and Morgan,” she delightedly thought. “I’m gonna be bigger than both of them after this.”
Darrell placed a hand on his chin knowingly.
“Is that so?” he asked. “Well then stand up straight and let’s have a look.”
Sissy did as instructed and stood before Darrell.
Darrell eyed Sissy up and down a few long seconds before he spoke.
“Nope, no good - I really need the patient here and anyway you look developed appropriately for your age Sissy,” Darrell said. “Is she twelve years old like you are?”
Darrell had deliberately cut years off Sissy’s age. He knew she was eighteen but this might work to catch her in her lie.
“I’m not twelve - I’m eighteen and I want to have bigger tits like all the other girls do!” she fumed.
“I’m sick and tired of being teased about my boobs, I get called President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee!” Sissy complained without realizing her mistake.
“I thought we were talking about your friend Sissy,” Darrell trapped her in her own words.
Sissy’s mouth dropped open speechless. She was busted in a lie.
“It’s okay Sissy,” Darrell assured the young girl. “I never believed you had come to see me about a friend or about butter, so why don’t we put that back in the fridge and let’s try being honest.”
Darrell took the butter from Sissy and returned it to the crisper drawer.
To be continued
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