Too Hot to Handel
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You try to think of unsexy thoughts as Julie sits down beside you like you hadn’t just motor-boated her big, juicy tits. Your erection is mostly hidden by how baggy your pants have gotten since you dropped a couple more inches. That doesn’t make you feel any better when you see the gorgeous blond sitting next to you, her breasts hanging there right in front of your face when you turn. Julie doesn’t say anything at first, just waiting for you to say something. After about a minute, she gets bored of the silence and speaks up, asking you about something actually pertaining to your mental health.
“So, have you been hanging out with your friends and doing stuff, like going to parties or something?” Julie asks casually, scratching her pudgy belly lazily. You smile slightly at seeing Julie acting like her usually slobby self, but your smile slips as you meekly respond to her. “I haven’t been doing much of anything, certainly not going to any parties. Kind of hard to have a good time when you’re smaller then you are when you started high school.”
Julie sighs loudly at your disheartened response, apparently your doctor doesn’t like seeing you depressed any more then you like seeing her down. She looks like she’s speechless for the first time you’ve met her, but she quickly brightens up as an idea pops into her head and she starts talking again.
“You shouldn’t worry about your size when you go out, when I was your age I worried about how I looked when I partied, but I was worried about nothing. I remember this one part a friend of mine dragged me too where all I could find to wear that wasn’t dirty was this really ugly tie-dye shirt my hippy parents bought me. It was fucking hideous, but I wore it anyway, but you know what, no one noticed the shirt. I guess it might have helped that I was wearing these really tiny skirt that could see my panties in and left the top of my crack exposed.”
“Sounds like quite an outfit,” you mutter and try not to envision Julie in the sexy skirt. You fail miserably and your erection returns full force.
“I bought it back in my slutty clothes phase, I had better skirts, sexier skirts,” Julie said in a purr that made your spine tingle. She had to know how she was messing with your head and had you completely embarrassed. Sit was kind of cruel, but at the same time you didn’t want her to stop.
“So at the party I was doing just fine, no one was checking out my ugly shirt, but they sure as hell were checking out my skirt. One jerk even grabbed my ass and I was going to slap him, but then he offered me a drink so I said what the hell and took it. I might have drunk too much because after a while I thought it would be fun to just take off my shirt and continue the party topless. I didn’t have a bra on either so my babies were shaking around for anyone to see. Afterwards, I felt kind of embarrassed about what I did, but Hell, I had a fucking blast. You understand what I’m saying?”
“I should drink and take my clothes off?”
“No!” Julie scoffs and lightly punches you in the shoulder. Leaning in further to whisper into your ear, you feel Julie’s breasts press against your side, just as soft and warm as you remember. Her breath blows into your ear as she takes, her voice a sweet seductive sound to your ears. “You can’t be afraid to do something because it might embarrass you. Nothing is gained in life without putting something on the line, that’s what I say. Just because your shorter then you were a couple weeks ago doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time, enjoy your life and maybe get laid. No matter what you hear, size really doesn’t matter to a woman.”
“I…I…Need to go to the bathroom!” You stutter as you jump to your feet, grabbing your pants so they don’t fall. You rush off to the bathroom, not planning to drain the lizard, but something else from your balls. You’ve never felt so hot and bothered in your life. You need to get away before you make a mess in your pants.
When you’re gone, Julie chuckles softly to herself. She probably went a little too far with you, but it was just so much fun getting you so worked up. When your tiny face turns bright red you just look so cute, all Julie wanted to do was grab hold of you and cuddle you like a cute stuffed rabbit. You’ve been on her mind a lot lately, more then any of her usual boring clients. You were fun and interesting, not bothered by her own personal flaws like her other patients, who expected her o be perfect to fix them. You didn’t need fixing, just someone to talk to.
Thinking about how adorable you looked as she leaned against you, how close she was to kissing you on the face, Julie sighed happily and squirmed slightly in her seat as she felt a warmth between her thighs. Your face between her tits had been the closest human contact she’d had in over a month. She had enjoyed the feeling and wished it had lasted longer. Her hand started to slide into her pants, but she pulled her hand away after a second.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom too,” she muttered as her face went red and she left for the woman’s bathroom to deal with her own problem.
“So, have you been hanging out with your friends and doing stuff, like going to parties or something?” Julie asks casually, scratching her pudgy belly lazily. You smile slightly at seeing Julie acting like her usually slobby self, but your smile slips as you meekly respond to her. “I haven’t been doing much of anything, certainly not going to any parties. Kind of hard to have a good time when you’re smaller then you are when you started high school.”
Julie sighs loudly at your disheartened response, apparently your doctor doesn’t like seeing you depressed any more then you like seeing her down. She looks like she’s speechless for the first time you’ve met her, but she quickly brightens up as an idea pops into her head and she starts talking again.
“You shouldn’t worry about your size when you go out, when I was your age I worried about how I looked when I partied, but I was worried about nothing. I remember this one part a friend of mine dragged me too where all I could find to wear that wasn’t dirty was this really ugly tie-dye shirt my hippy parents bought me. It was fucking hideous, but I wore it anyway, but you know what, no one noticed the shirt. I guess it might have helped that I was wearing these really tiny skirt that could see my panties in and left the top of my crack exposed.”
“Sounds like quite an outfit,” you mutter and try not to envision Julie in the sexy skirt. You fail miserably and your erection returns full force.
“I bought it back in my slutty clothes phase, I had better skirts, sexier skirts,” Julie said in a purr that made your spine tingle. She had to know how she was messing with your head and had you completely embarrassed. Sit was kind of cruel, but at the same time you didn’t want her to stop.
“So at the party I was doing just fine, no one was checking out my ugly shirt, but they sure as hell were checking out my skirt. One jerk even grabbed my ass and I was going to slap him, but then he offered me a drink so I said what the hell and took it. I might have drunk too much because after a while I thought it would be fun to just take off my shirt and continue the party topless. I didn’t have a bra on either so my babies were shaking around for anyone to see. Afterwards, I felt kind of embarrassed about what I did, but Hell, I had a fucking blast. You understand what I’m saying?”
“I should drink and take my clothes off?”
“No!” Julie scoffs and lightly punches you in the shoulder. Leaning in further to whisper into your ear, you feel Julie’s breasts press against your side, just as soft and warm as you remember. Her breath blows into your ear as she takes, her voice a sweet seductive sound to your ears. “You can’t be afraid to do something because it might embarrass you. Nothing is gained in life without putting something on the line, that’s what I say. Just because your shorter then you were a couple weeks ago doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time, enjoy your life and maybe get laid. No matter what you hear, size really doesn’t matter to a woman.”
“I…I…Need to go to the bathroom!” You stutter as you jump to your feet, grabbing your pants so they don’t fall. You rush off to the bathroom, not planning to drain the lizard, but something else from your balls. You’ve never felt so hot and bothered in your life. You need to get away before you make a mess in your pants.
When you’re gone, Julie chuckles softly to herself. She probably went a little too far with you, but it was just so much fun getting you so worked up. When your tiny face turns bright red you just look so cute, all Julie wanted to do was grab hold of you and cuddle you like a cute stuffed rabbit. You’ve been on her mind a lot lately, more then any of her usual boring clients. You were fun and interesting, not bothered by her own personal flaws like her other patients, who expected her o be perfect to fix them. You didn’t need fixing, just someone to talk to.
Thinking about how adorable you looked as she leaned against you, how close she was to kissing you on the face, Julie sighed happily and squirmed slightly in her seat as she felt a warmth between her thighs. Your face between her tits had been the closest human contact she’d had in over a month. She had enjoyed the feeling and wished it had lasted longer. Her hand started to slide into her pants, but she pulled her hand away after a second.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom too,” she muttered as her face went red and she left for the woman’s bathroom to deal with her own problem.
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