Tit for...
This is the fulfillment of two very similar requests. Enjoy.
  Life was hell at Diana Penebscottâs School for Gifted Women, for some that is. By looking at itâs student population youâd be fooled about just what most of the girls are gifted with. It would be damn hard to find an IQ higher than a hundred, and even harder still to find a bust line below double Dâs. They exist though, and unfortunately, all of both categories belong to my friends and me. What kind of asshole god sets things up this way? Even the faculty represent this disparity well. It wouldnât be so bad if they let us alone, but something about perceived weakness makes them dig in their five-inch heels. âWell, well. If it isnât the itty bitty titty committee! Gonna work up some science to fix yourself flatsy?â That was practically their war cry. The other girls and I, not given the boon of boobs, just naturally gravitated towards each other. It was a survival mechanism.
  The faculty never lifted a finger for us. Half of them sported chest that were just the same as their students, and the other half were alumni that enjoyed the current status quo. âItâs just playful hazing,â theyâd say, âdonât let it get to you.â That in and of itself wouldnât have been to hard, save for that traitorous viper Alexis. She was one of us once, the underclass at the school. That and my best friend. But then last summer, her âdaddyâ bought her into the popular girl's favor. We all watched as she came bouncing onto the campus in a low-cut shirt, so painfully eager to show everyone her new chest. She instantly gravitated past us and our weak waves into the embrace of Wendy, the head cheerleader. Why an all girls college with no football team needed to pour money into a cheer team was beyond me, but they were there, and like many other institutions they formed the top of the student hierarchy. They welcomed her with open arms, and IâŠI was actually stupid enough to think that this might be a turning point for the school. I thought that maybe she might show the other girls that we werenât different, that it was all skin deep. But the day after, she was there, shoulder to shoulder with all those other bitches as they hurried mockery at us. That wouldâve been hard enough, but she was the first one to grab a tomato from the salad bar and aim it right at my face.
  Iâm not entirely sure which part of her betrayal sent me over the edge. I was never mean to her, never a cross word. I wasnât catty with a single one of them, yet they hounded all of us to no end. All because they won the genetic lottery. All because of those fucking tits. Why did I have to be born smart? Why canât I just be like them? And, naturally, when I thought the pit I had slipped into couldnât get any deeper, who should come up to me but Alexis? âHey there, couldnât help but notice you looked a little down. Iâm sorry about that, but you know how it is right? Gotta show I can hang with them. Iâm sure youâll develop a little bit more one day. I mean, if I could give you some of mine I would, ya know? But wishing wonât make it so. Toodles! By the way, you might wanna stay away from the common area, weâre kinda staking a claim to it. Bye.â Even the way she spoke to me was different. Like she thought all of it was just a part of some game. But as the hatred crystalized in my blood, I couldnât get that line out of my head. âIf I could give you some of mineâŠâ
  The steam of the hot showers clung to the nubile young bodies of the women and cleared away the sweat and toil of their expansive routines. âAlexis,â Wendy said, âyou did well at practice today and all, but you seriously need to stop talking with that flats patsy, understand? We have a reputation to maintain.â âI know, itâs just kinda fun to string her along. She still thinks weâre friends, isnât that sad?â âTotally, she just needs to like move on and focus on her stupid book junk. Donât forget to wash up everything, looking good is ninety percent of the job.â Alexis gleefully did as she was told. No matter how many times she looked at her new breasts she simply couldnât wrap her head around the fact that they were hers. Her father paid well for them too, it took a very well trained eye to see any falseness to them. Her fingers tickled along their underside, still surprised by the way they curved perfectly into her cupped hands. At first she was determined to be different, to not succumb to the way of the other girls. But she couldnât help seeing things differently now. Breasts were a real gift, and she wasnât about to waste hers on her former friends. It was so difficult for her to resist the subtle slippage of her hand down to her moist entrance. But she was snapped from her pre-onanistic daydream when she heard a gasp over the hissing of the showers. âOMG, Alexis! Look at your butt!â
  Wendy gaped in quiet shock as he underling swung her torso around searching for the best angle. Wendy and the entire cheer squad watched as the newbieâs butt began to undulate. As if it were being pumped with air then deflated over and over. Alexis felt stinging friction on her ass and spun in place trying to catch the cause. Each revolution gave more detail to the women. Alexisâs ass was quite plump, but as she turned once it looked a little bit flatter. Even more so on the next turn. Her hips caved in and became like twigs. Her hands were frantically slapping at her toneless bottom, almost like she thought it was asleep and tried to wake it. It was like she never had an ass to begin with now. The squad had developed a collective pit in their stomachs as the newbieâs ass vanished. Alexis grabbed what barely counted as a lump of flesh at the base of her spine. Tears mingled with the metallic water of the showers as she slunk to the floor. Too shocked to notice that her most loved breasts began to pulse as well.
  Alexis only noticed when her heaving sobs pushed her ribcage into her crossed arms. She had spent years feeling her flat chest against her arms as she cried, but now she derived terror instead of comfort. Her arms flung away and she saw her implants fade into her torso as if they had been punctured from the inside. âJesus Alexis! What kind of implants did your dad like, buy you?â There came no answer. All Alexis could see was her father's fifty thousand dollar present flush away, as well as any chance at popularity. Alexis was afraid to raise her head. Her ears twitch in anticipation of the volley of insults to be cast her way. Fraud, liar, cheat. But when none came, she did look, and she saw as each one of her squamates breasts began to pulse and whither before her unbelieving eyes.
  The shower had become more tears than water that day. The squad had left without notice. The next day as classes began, they all assembled in the common area. All of them was stuffed bras and padded pants. None looked convincing. Wendy especially, her development was early, and the idea of stuffing never occurred to her before last night. Many of them still cried heavy tears as they looked at all their flat friends, reminding themselves of their own low state. âWell. Well. Well. Look at what we have here. The newest branch of the itty bitty titty committee. See anything familiar ladies?â Alexis recognized the voice of her old friend, but nothing else. It was as though she had been hit by the puberty truck overnight! Her breasts were mountainous and plotted their eruption from behind the flimsy buttons of her shirt. Her hips had become so large that her skirt was riding up her thigh. You could land a jumbo jet on that ass. Alexis and the squad stared openmouthed as she began to speak. âYou know Alexis; I was pretty mad at you. But know that I know how good it feels to have a nice pair of sweater melons, and an ass that has caused a fender bender, I think I understand you. Too bad you girls couldnât hold on to these puppies. I mean, Iâd share some with you, but I donât want to. Toodles, losers.â The squad watch her spill on a heel and strut away, mesmerized by the perfect sway of her ass.
  That was incredible. I meanâŠwow. Who wouldâve thought catharsis could feel so good. I wasnât kidding about how good these felt. Holy shit. Just the way they bounced freely as I walked, the attention they drew, and the tension between my buttons is making me so freaking hot. Itâs amazing what a few nanites can do. It was a brilliant idea to put them in the water supply. I can take as much of their curves as I want, then redistribute the wealth as I see fit. Of course, one should ask themselves in this situationâŠwhy stop with the cheerleaders?
The End. Hope Y'all like it!
