Flat chest Stories

It's deathly quiet in the office, deep within the provisional Earth-Hell Initiative headquarters. Casey is sitting at one end of a long table, frantically scribbling away at a sheet of paper as she tuts and swears beneath her breath. Over by the door, Bessa sits with her hands crossed politely on her lap, but her closed eyes and slumped posture suggests that she had dozed off the moment she sat down. Lilith is pacing up a...

"Gotta tell you something," she hesitated, nervousness obvious, avoiding his gaze in shame. "I stuff my bra—got really small boobs." "That's okay. I prefer flat-chested girls," he replied, equally uncomfortable with his upcoming confession, voice cracking, trailing off: "I, uh, have... a... baby-sized cock," last word barely audible. "No big deal," she breathed, elated to hear he'd been hiding something too, "I cum harder...

"No!" I said for the fourth time as I walked out to my car. "Stephanie!"  "Come on," my best friend argued. "It would be fun!"  "I am never going back to that horrid place, ever!" I yelled as I slammed the car door.  "It wasn't that bad," Stephanie said.  "For you, head cheerleader, for me, it was horrible," I said as I put the car in gear and sped out the parking lot.  "One year," Stephanie said. "And truth be told, it w...