Ch.1 A Titillating Discovery
Author's Note
Well, here it is, one of the stories that have managed to sidetrack me
. I will admit, I didn't expect this story to win, not that I'm not happy with the results, just generally surprised since out of the three, this one hasn't received as much attention as the other two, although with my overactive perverted imagination, I have more plans for those two than this one
. Regardless, a winner is a winner and you lot have chosen this particular story and I aim to please. So, just to inform you, this is a two part short story and I'll get to the second as soon as I'm done updating one of my other major stories or I'll work on it while I'm working on those. Knowing me, probably the latter
. Anywho, hope you enjoy and per usual, don't be afraid to leave a comment below and tell me what you think
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Ch.1 A Titillating Discovery
Pleasure. Warm, soft, mind numbing pleasure. Those are the only words to describe the sensations that wrack your mind. You rest your head up against the wall you're pinned against, panting and groaning at the incredible feelings assaulting your crotch. You look down below you and catch a sight you never thought you’d see; the purple haired beauty between your legs diligently and rather aggressively tends to your hardened member with her chest. “Man, how did I possibly end up here?” you think to yourself as your mind drifts back to the series of events that led up to your current situation.
Earlier that day
It’s a nice normal day at Canterlot High for you so far. You’ve gone and breezed through your classes with moderate ease. Some textbook reading here, math worksheets there, a small pop quiz that you're kind of sure you passed; other than that, pretty standard and before you know it, lunchtime has rolled around. You’re now sitting at your usual spot with your two friends, Snips, and Snails, talking about the usual stuff you guys talk about, girls. “You’re kidding, right,” Snails asks Snips.
“Hey, I would never joke about this,” Snips says in a serious tone.
“Yes you would,” I say in a deadpanned tone before taking a bite of my sandwich.
“I’m not lying,” Snips practically snaps at you, “I totally grabbed Twist’s boob.”
“Really,” you inquire after swallowing your food. “Cuz, the way I heard it, you two accidently ran into each other during dodgeball, and she fell on top of you.”
“And my hand was on her chest when we fell, I rest my case,” Snips replies with a smug smile and puffing his chest in victory. “Also, they were a lot bigger than I thought they would be.”
“Of course they are, she’s a solid B cup, pretty decent for an early bloomer,” you said nonchalantly.
“How can you tell?” Snips asks as your friends look at you with surprise and curiosity.
“Twist is kinda awkward and meek, she slouches a lot which distorts her figure and hides her bust, but if you look at her when she sits down or walking around with her backpack on and her posture is straight, it’s not all that hard to tell.” You explain. “See for yourself.”
You jerk your head across the room, and your friends look over to where Twist is sitting with Pip, Applebloom, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo and just as you explained, she’s sitting up straight, and her chest size is swelling, much more noticeable than usual. “Wow, he’s
right,” Snails comments in surprise before your friends look back at you. “That’s our man; the Boob Guru strikes again!”
“Seriously, dude, how do you do that?” Snips asks.
“It’s a gift,” you say with a shrug. “And a curse.” You think to yourself.
You’ve always had an obsession with breasts. You’re not sure why or when, but you’ve always been able to analyze and appropriately articulate woman’s chest size, shape, elasticity, etc. You could tell any girl’s size just from looking at her; it was as natural as breathing. Unfortunately, sometimes it got out of hand. There were times when your eyes wandered and caught sight of a beautiful pair of knockers and began analyzing it, per usual, but before you knew it, you were up close and personal with the subject and suddenly started groping her and examining her up close and personal. Naturally, this elicited some negative feedback from the females of the school which wound you in the nurse’s office, and you became labeled a pervert. Although thanks to that, you met your buddies, Snips, and Snails who were impressed by, as they called it “courage and guts” to just grope a girl and since then, they’ve called you the “Boob Guru.”
Needless to say, after some time though, after the Spring Formal, you actually got an apology from the girl your groped, though you were the one that was at fault and apologized as well. After you both accepted each other’s apologies, she even gave you a thank you for the “compliments” you gave her chest which certainly made you feel a lot better.
Now or days, most girls consider your perversion a bit of a confidence booster, though you try to keep yourself under control. The only ones who are genuinely interested in your boob talk are Snips and Snails which is how it should be.
“So, I’ve meant to ask,” Snips says in a serious tone as he looks at you. “Who do you think has the biggest breasts in school.”
You sit back in your chair and fold your arms in thought. Your friends are leaning in close, awaiting your answer with great anticipation; unfortunately, you don’t have one. “Sorry, guys, I don’t think even I can answer that.”
“Oh c’mon, you gotta know,” Snails whines.
“Look, I may be a breast man, but I don’t have a log book of every girl’s sizes on hand. Even I find that weird.” You tell them.
Before your friends can retort, the doors to the cafeteria open up and in they walk, The Dazzlings. At the forefront is none other than Adagio Dazzle herself; her voluptuous curvy figure swaying her slim hips as she walks with her thin arms folded under her amazing D cup breasts; her beautiful legs gliding her through the room, giving her vivid orange hair some wind under it. To her left was the bubbling, cheery Sonata Dusk; the cute airhead skipped alongside her sisters with her magnificent E cup breasts bouncing with her; her slim figure gave way to a nice pair of wide hips that swayed along with her cerulean blue hair as she walked with her shapely legs. And last but not least, to Adagio’s right was the terrible terror of the trio, Aria Blaze.
The meanest of the sisters, no doubt, but she most certainly wasn’t without her charm; with her lithe, slender frame and trim waist she walked tall and fierce on her long slim legs; her beautiful arms swung at her sides as C cup chest heaved with her every breath. The bangs of her long purple hair framed her face as her narrowed mulberry eyes peered straight ahead. The trio walked in sync together as they walked through the room, though they didn’t garner much attention. After the Battle of the Bands incident the three disappeared for a time before coming back and surprisingly, thanks to Sunset Shimmer and her group, the three managed to integrate themselves into Canterlot High or at least most of them did. Adagio and Sonata apparently made significant strides to improve themselves and win the student body back over with Sunset’s help, but Aria remained the most tenacious and her attitude didn’t help much either.
She tried, but she was much too forceful and aggressive for the liking of others; however, despite all of that, her sisters still stuck by her to help her out and it seemed to work for the most part. Other students didn’t have a problem approaching Aria so long as her sisters were with her, but if she was alone, it was pretty standard practice to leave her as such. “Okay, then how about this,” Snips says getting your attention, “Which of the Dazzlings has the best chest?”
“Well, that depends on your perspective,” you say with a shrug. “Sonata is clearly the biggest of the three, no doubt about it, though Adagio’s is much fuller, shapelier.”
“What about Aria?” Snails asked.
“Aria…I’m not sure,” you answered in a confused tone.
“What do you mean you’re not sure?” your friends snap at once, though you’re unfazed by their outburst. “Aria’s breasts are so big her shirt could burst open at any second, hell, you don’t even sound interested. Could it be the Boob Guru prefers small breasts?”
“Hey, small breasts have their own value as well, size isn’t everything,” you tell them in a serious tone which quickly surprised them. You quickly calm down and close your eyes in thought as you continue to explain, “but that’s not what I mean. Whenever I look at Aria, something feels off about her or rather her chest. It…It just doesn’t seem…right. It’s hard to explain.”
You open your eyes to look at your friends, but you find their eyes threatening to pop out of their heads as beads of sweat run down
their brows. “Guys, is something wrong?”
Suddenly you’re yanked up out of your chair and spun around to the find yourself staring into a pair of furious mulberry eyes, “What did you say about me?”
You quickly feel your expression mimicking your friends as you realize you are now face-to-face with Aria Blaze. Your mouth hangs open, but the words catch in your throat; you don’t know what to say or do besides swallow the lump of fear in your throat. The enraged girl tightened her grip on your shirt collar and gives you a bit of a rough shake before saying, “I said what did you say about me, what, you don’t like my chest or something?”
“N-No, it’s not that, I swear,” you try pleading with her.
“Ya know, you got some brass talkin’ about that kinda shit in the open. Wait… aren’t you that breast pervert guy?”
You don’t answer, but your nervous chuckling seems to be all the affirmation she needs. However, luck appears to be on your side as a perfectly manicured yellow hand lands on the girl’s shoulder, gaining her attention to her sister. “Aria, we’ve talked about this,” Adagio speaks calmly and evenly, “you can’t go picking fights with innocent people.”
“But he-”
“Whatever he said doesn’t require this kind of outburst,” Adagio said a tad more firmly. “Now, put the cute little pervert down and let’s go eat.”
Aria turns back to you; her furrowed gazed narrowing even further until she finally relents and lets you go and drops you on the floor. “A word of advice, if you’re gonna talk about others, do so when they’re not in earshot. Got it?”
You nod, and the two sisters saunter off to join their other sibling who is sitting with Sunset and her friends. You sigh heavily before getting up and taking your seat, “That was close.”
“Too close,” Snips agrees with a nod.
“So close I bet you saw down her shirt~,” Snails adds in a suggestive tone with a wag of his eyebrows.
“No way,” Snips says dismissively before a look of realization grows on his face, “Did you?”
“No,” you deadpan. “I was too focused on trying not to have my face bashed in. She may not look it, but Aria’s pretty strong.”
“Well, you still didn’t answer our question, which of the Dazzlings has the best chest?” Snails asked.
You give a tired sigh before getting sucked back into the topic that almost got you killed as lunch period rolls on.
Later that day
School finally let out, but sadly the teacher of your last class told you of a test you need to study for so instead of heading home, you’re heading to the library to get a head start on your work. After a small trek through the halls you manage to arrive your destination, however just as grab the doorknob and begin to pull it open a light purple hand slams it shut, barring your path. You turn to see who’s blocking your way and your eyes widen in shock and fear to find Aria glaring at you with her other hand on her hip. “O-Oh h-h-hey, Aria, what’s up?” you chuckle nervously.
“I’ve been looking all over for you,” she says in an unamused tone. “We need to talk.”
You’re not given a chance to inquire as to what she wishes to discuss before she grabs you by your shirt collar and pulls you along as she walks off.
You try to keep in time with the aggressive girl’s fast walking, but between her pulling your shirt, and the constant twists and turns you nearly trip more than twice. Suddenly you’re both outside, and after a couple more turns you find yourself at the back of the gymnasium. Aria then surprises you by unceremoniously tossing you against the stone wall of the building. A quickly glance around shows that the area around you is pretty secluded; nothing but the building, a wall of leafy trees behind the mean girl and nothing else. You straighten your shirt out before looking back at your abductor. Aria stands a good three feet away from you; her arms crossed, and her eyes narrowed as she stares you down.
You’re not sure what to do since she’s the one who brought you here, so you ask, “You said you wanted to talk?”
Her body seems to tense up as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. You press your back against the wall, feeling she’s about to explode at your question. She exhales heavily, lowering her head as she does before she speaks. “Earlier,” she practically mutters.
“W-What?”
“Earlier, in the cafeteria,” she replies in an average, yet uneven tone, “when you were talking about my chest, you said…something wasn’t…right about it. What did you mean?”
You raise a brow in surprise at her quick mood change, but since it doesn’t seem like she’s going to attack you, answering her question doesn’t seem so bad. “Well, it’s um…your posture.”
“What,” she says in a surprised tone, raising her head to look at you in complete shock with her cheeks a slight tent of red.
“Your…Your posture,” you stammer a bit, taken aback by her suddenly cute expression, “Normally when women with big chests walk, their backs have a bit more curve to them, and their shoulders are pulled back to account for the extra weight of their breasts, so they’re not slouching forward. With you, your back is relatively straight, so despite the appearance of your chest, when you walk, it’s as if there isn’t any real weight there."
Aria says nothing for a time, simply staring at you in as she seems to let your words sink in. After another quick moment or so, she pulls herself from her dazed state before slouching forward and groaning heavily. “Dammit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that! Argh shit.”
You can’t help the honest look of confusion that crosses your face until it dawns you as to what is going on. “Wait, so…does that mean…” you trail on as Aria pulls her head up to lock her gaze on you.
She then takes a deep breath as she straightens her posture and hikes her shirt up over her midsection. You feel your cheeks heating up a bit as you watch her reach up under her shirt and after a moment or two pulls something out. She held the objects out with one hand and saw that they were a couple of thick circular pads. You then look up at her now much smaller chest and are amazed by the drastic change. “So, you’ve been stuffing your bra this whole time, why?”
“Why do you think,” she snaps before turning her head, trying to hide the growing red of her embarrassment. “So…So people would like me.”
“What?” is all you can say in surprise.
“Well, even after the Battle of the Bands thing and after Sunset and her friends forgave us, Adagio insisted on us properly integrating ourselves into the school, ya know, make friends. I tried, I really did, but from what Dagi said, I come off too strong, and I wind up scaring people off. For my sisters it was easy, they’ve always been the sweet talkers of the group; but me, I’ve always been the enforcer, taking out any real physical obstacle, so naturally getting all chummy and buddy buddy with people doesn’t come so easy to me. I can’t help it; it’s all I know! My sisters and I know my personality is shit so instead of working a miracle and trying to change my behavior, the girls thought making me seem less intimidating would do the trick.”
“So, I started stuffing my bra to match my sisters, and it seemed to work. Everybody was less afraid of me, especially the boys. Dagi figured changing my look would make me more approachable and then she and Sonata would slowly help me correct my behavior over time. It hasn’t been working out so far, but Rome wasn’t built in a day, trust me, I know.”
After having listened to her story, you can’t help but feel sorry for her. Aria Blaze, one of the toughest girls in school, was now standing before you, so raw and vulnerable. Sure, she was mean and aggressive, but truthfully, she just wanted people to like her. “Maybe a little confidence boost will lift her spirits,” you thought. “You know you don’t need to put on airs like that. I’m sure your chest is perfectly fine.”
“Pfft, please,” she scoffs your kind words, “Compared to my sisters, I’m as flat as a board. Always have been.”
“I highly doubt that,” you assure her with a smirk.
“Are you kidding me,” she snaps, turning to glare at you. And then, to your great surprise, she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it clean off, revealing her chest to you in a very cute white bra with pink frilled outlines. “This isn’t flat to you?”
You feel your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the sight as well as a very familiar twitch in your hands. Taking your unresponsiveness for an answer Aria smirks in victory, “See, even the boob obsessed pervert thinks I’m…eep!”
Her sentence ends in a very cute squeak as your hands decided to act on their own and latch onto her chest. You want to apologize, but your mind forces your mouth shut to let your hands do their work; your hands start massaging and fondling the two mounds as your mind begins to receive the information the sensations are giving you. “Hm, nice and supple, very perky, fits perfectly in the palms, you’re either a high A or a low B at the most.” you vocalize your analyzes aloud. “Oh, your nipples are getting ha-argh!”
Your impromptu examination quickly comes to an end as a solid right cross hits you across your chops, knocking you clean on your ass. “ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!!!” she snaps, her eyes burning almost as red as her cheeks, “WHO THE HELL SAID YOU COULD JUST COP A FEEL, HUH!?”
“Sorry, bad habit, a terrible habit,” you groan as you push yourself up, rubbing what you’re sure is to be a nice bruise on your cheek later.
The former siren growls and turns away from you, grumbling and growling to herself, at least for a moment or two. “So you…you liked it?” she asked.
“Who wouldn’t,” you asked with a slight chuckle, trying to ignore the sourness of your cheek as you get back to your feet.
“So you like…small breasts?”
“Absolutely,” you reply with an assuring smile. She half turns her head, looking at you from the corner of her eye. You stand still, trying to keep your smile reaffirmed under her steely gaze. After another moment or so standing there smiling like a dope, she turned back toward you before coughing into her fist to clear her throat. “Okay, so…now you know my secret,” she clarified, looking you dead in the eye. “Now, that means one of two things are gonna happen. Number one, you’re gonna use this to blackmail me.”
“Nonononono,” you quickly dismiss, waving your hands around in great urgency, “I would never do that, honest.”
“Then that leads us to option number two, which is I have to do something to make sure you keep your mouth shut.”
This causes your heart to sink into your stomach; that one punch to your cheek is still throbbing and probably swelling as you speak. If this goes down a more physical road, you may not survive. “Uh, that won’t be necessary,” you nervously chuckle as you take a step back into the wall you forgot was behind you, “I won’t tell anybody, I promise, so I’ll just be on my way now!”
Just as you turn to walk away, her hand slams into the wall, barring your escape, forcing you to look at her, “You don’t honestly expect me to just take your word for that?”
“Uh, then…what do you want?”
“What I want is for you to keep my secret and the only way I can do that is by giving you something that I know you want.” she explains.
“And uh…h-how are you um…gonna do that,” you ask very hesitantly.
She doesn’t answer you at first; instead, she removes her hand from the wall and straightens herself out. Next, she reaches behind her back, and with an audible “click” she begins to strip off her bra. After a few shifts of her arms and shoulders, her bra falls free to the ground, revealing her adorable chest to your visage. Her cute purple mounds now stood before you; her perky nipples were a tad lighter shade, but certainly noticeable given how stiff they appeared to be. “If you keep quiet about this…then I’ll let you…touch them. I’ll let you touch my breast as much as you like. Once every day.” she told you staring at the ground.
You mind nearly goes blank for a second as her words sink in. Never before has a girl actually offered to let you touch her chest before. “Y-You mean it?” you ask hesitantly.
“You said you’d keep my secret, but I wouldn’t feel right unless you had some real incentive and since I’m trying to turn over a new leaf and all, beating you up seems…how would Dagi put it…counterproductive or some shit like that,” the former siren said staring at the ground.
“You told me you liked small breasts, so this seems like the next best thing to do.”
“Look, you don’t need to do this,” you try to assure her, despite the numerous verbal obscenities going off in your head telling you how stupid you are. “I’ll keep your secret, no problem. I don’t want to force you to-”
“Oh by Starswirl’s beard, just man the fuck up and grope me already!” Aria snaps, glaring back at you with rosy cheeks as she grabs your hand and places it directly on her right breast. You feel your body going rigid as the sensation fills your senses. It wasn’t like before when you were feeling them through the fabric of her bra; now you could feel the soft warmth of her actual flesh; her breast fits snuggly in the whole of your hand, her stiff nipple rubbing gently against your palm. Naturally, your hand began moving on instinct once again and began massaging the soft orb in your grasp. Aria whimpers and squirms in your grip, but your mind is too focused on your task as your other hand joins the fray and latches onto the girl’s lonely twin. “S-S-So, I’m g-guessing we…we have a d-deal,” Aria stammers as your hands refuse to stop their movements.
“Hm, your nipples are really stiff,” you comment as your hands stop their groping and you use your thumbs to run against her hard nubs, causing her to shudder and moan. Her reaction sparks your interest even further as you give her right nipple a slight tug between your index and thumb, which then makes her give a shriek of pleasure. “Wow, you’re sensitive, huh?”
“Yeah, really sensitive,” she tells you as you look up to meet her softened, pleading eyes. “It’s my first time doing...something like this. Please be gentle.”
“Wow, you’re surprisingly cute,” you smile at her.
Your comment clearly shocks her as the redness in her face nearly doubles. “Wha-What the hell is wrong with you, blurting out random shit like that?”
“It’s true,” you tell her honestly.
“Yeah right, next you’ll say you have a hard on for me,” she scoffs, turning her head from you. Her rather brash comment quickly alerts your attention to an uncomfortable tightness around your lower pants region.
You look down in surprise and realization, “Uh…”
Your long pause regains Aria’s attention as she turns back to you and follows your gaze down to see the very visible bulge in her pants. You can’t help but nervously chuckle while she simply gawks at your restricted erection. “It…It can’t be,” she practically mutters under her breath, though you hear her correctly.
“Well, given the circumstances, I think this was kinda inev…hey, what are you doing?” you exclaim as you watch Aria drop to her knees and grab your belt, frantically try and claw your pants off.
She doesn’t answer you, and you barely have time to stop her before she manages to complete her task, and your pants and boxers hit the ground, letting your hardened phallus spring free before her eyes. “Holy shit,” she says in disbelief as she reached out and grasped your member with both her hands “You…You’re actually hard. I did this?”
“See, told you were cute,” you smile at her smugly as you feel her soft, silky hands lightly trace your shaft. You do your best not to tremble, but you can see that you’re failing as Aria’s grip becomes visibly firmer.
“I still don’t believe it,” she scowled.
“What, c’mon, what more do I have to do?” you huffed in frustration.
She glares up you, but her expression softens after a quick moment before they fall back to your cock. “If you want to prove it,” she said, lightly stroking your member, “You…You have to cum.”
“What?”
“If you want to prove to me that you actually find me cute and attractive like you said and that this isn’t just an ordinary response you could’ve gotten from any random girl you groped, then you have to cum from me using my tits.”
“Wait…does that mean,”
“Yeah, I’ll give you a tit job,” she said in a surprisingly gentle tone.
Once again you were so caught off guard by her straightforwardness that you barely had time to react when she pressed herself forward and took your dick between her breasts. She then grasped her chest and did her best to grab hold of your manhood between her mounds before she starts stroking them along your shaft. Your mind sort of shuts down for a moment as the new, yet pleasant sensation fills your senses. You fall back, pressing your yourself against the wall as you reach down to touch her hand to her shoulder as the mulberry girl undulates her chest against your dick.
“Oh yeah, that’s how, ” you think to yourself as your mind starts to reboot again.
“Hey,” you hear Aria snap you out of your stupor as you look down to meet her angry glare. “What the hell, did you go brain dead on me?”
“Sorry, it’s just…” you pause as a pleasurable shudder runs through you, causing you to give a slight thrust between her tits, “It feels so good, a lot better than I thought.”
“R-Really,” she stammers a bit in surprise. “You…like it.”
“Yeah, it’s great,” you groan, feeling your hips starting to thrust against her. “Your breasts as beautiful and soft and I can feel my dick pressing against your breast bone.”
“Well, I don’t feel much,” she mumbled in a slightly disappointed tone. “I guess it’s something you can only enjoy if your breasts are big enough for it.”
“No, it’s not,” you tell her. “Try rubbing your nipples against it.”
She looks up at you in confusion for a second before taking hold of her areolas between her thumbs and index fingers and pressing them against your shaft. You then took control and started thrusting between her breasts as she continued to stroke her breasts against you; her tender nubs brushing against the sides of your member, almost tickling you. She gasped and squealed in surprise at the sensation, trembling beneath you as she matched her rhythm to yours. “N-Now…Now I feel it,” she moans sweetly, panting heavily her face flushed red and lust swimming in her eyes. “I-It feels weird. Like…Like there’s a shock t-traveling through me. It’s amazing!”
“See, I…I told you,” you huff as you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your willpower could hold out no longer as the pressure in your groin made itself know. “If you like that, then hang on, this is gonna get pretty intense.”
You start thrust with pure vigor between the former siren’s small but sensual chest. The increase of friction causing Aria’s nipples to brush feverishly against your member. The mulberry girl couldn’t help the shriek that escaped her lips as the pleasure to her apparently sensitive nips overtook her. You groaned and moaned with each thrust, doing your best to help both you and Aria ride this wave of blissful pleasure. The proof of which you saw on the girl’s lust-addled face as she bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her desire filled cries and moans with her cheeks burning red. “Damn, you look so adorable right now, Aria,” you can’t help but say as you watch her struggle to contain herself. Between Aria’s breasts and nipples rubbing against you, and her sheer innocent expression, the pressure in your loins was rising higher and higher with no sign of slowing down. “A-Aria, I’m…I’m gonna-”
Aria manages to surprise you one last time as she cuts off your sentence by leaning forward and taking the tip of your member into her mouth. A thick, hearty moan escapes your lips as the sensation of the girl’s warm wet mouth washes over you, nearly causing your legs to buckle beneath you; her agile tongue swirled and lapped at your sensitive crown, moaning as fiercely as you. With each thrust, your dick flew in and out of her waiting mouth, all while her tongue continued to lap and lick at it without pause. You groaned and gritted your teeth as your release became imminent, your ears filled with nothing but the sexy, obscene noises emanating from both you and Aria while the pleasure reached critical mass. “I’m cumming, Aria; I’m cumming!”
Your warning didn’t go unheeded as you gave one final thrust into her mouth and released your seed into her oral canal. You moaned and shuddered as you let out shot after shot into her sweet mouth, but the cries of your climax quickly became drowned out as Aria tightened her eyes and trembled and moaned sweetly around your tip while you filled her mouth. Before you felt your orgasm fading, you quickly pulled your tip from her mouth and shot the rest across her neck and chest. Aria let out a short gasp before quickly closing her mouth and tilting her head back, clearly refusing to let you seed fall free.
She remained still for a moment, still visibly shivering before audible swallowing your load down her throat. Once she finished, she sighed heavily, slouching forward a bit with her mouth hanging open, gasping for air while you stood over her, leaning against the wall, trying to do the same. “Wow…Aria, that…that was amazing,” you huff and puff, trying to steady your breathing.
“I-I know…I can’t b-believe it,” she agreed, looking up at you with such a happy and content smile. “You...You came. You a-actually blew your l-load from my chest.”
“Of course I did,” you smile back at her. “Well that, your nipples, your mouth and your cute face.”
Her eyes widened, the blush still ever present on her face before averting her gaze. “Jeez, will you quit saying shit like that. It’s embarrassing.”
“What, it’s the truth,” you assured her, but she still refused to face you. “And you didn’t have to blow me either. I thought you said you’d just give me a tit job.”
“Y-Yeah well,” she stammered, puffing her cheeks in a pouty fashion as she twirled one of her twin tails around her finger. “You kept callin’ me cute and….no one’s ever said it to me before so…I thought I’d…treat you. Just don’t expect it to happen again! From now on you are strictly confined to my boobs, everything else is off limits!” she snapped, glaring back at you.
“Okay, that’s fair,” you chuckle. “By the way, I can’t help but ask, did you cum too, just from your nipples and your boobs?”
At that moment her whole face turned beet red, steam practically pouring from her ears, “Idiot!”
No sooner did she shout that did you feel the wind leave you lungs as she punched you fully in the stomach. You gasped and crumbled to the ground onto your side, holding your stomach with your deflated member falling limp and your pants still around your legs. The world is somewhat out of focus, but you can still make out Aria’s blurred shape as she stands up with her back to you. “What the hell is wrong with you asking and saying weird shit all the time,” Aria growled as she shuffled about in your distorted vision. “Now listen up. From now on, every day during lunch, you’re gonna meet me out here so I can give you your tit job unless I tell you otherwise and keep our deal. Don’t make me have to come find you cuz if I get the slightest feeling you’re blabbing my secret to your little pervert friends or anyone else; I don’t care what Adagio says, you will regret it, understand?”
“Yeah, I got it,” you groaned, struggling to push yourself up. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“Right, see you tomorrow,” she said in a lighter, gentler tone before you hear her walking off and leaving you alone with your thoughts.
“Hm, getting a tit job every day from a mean, violent, yet very cute girl? Sounds nice and terrifying all at once and yet, I’m surprisingly okay with that,” you muttered to yourself aloud as you try and grasp the scope of your situation as you stand and pull your pull your pants up. “Wait, does that mean I’m a masochist?”
To answer your question, you feel around your stomach and groan as you can already feel a bruise forming. “Nope, that hurts too much to feel good. I guess it’s a good thing I can’t tell Snips and Snails; they’d probably kill me just to take my place.” You chuckle to yourself as you hobble off and head for home.
