-----A Large Set of Knockers-----
"Oh, god damnit!," Lilith was upset. She had just knocked over her wine glass, there was glass and red wine all over the kitchen floor. This was the second time this month it had happened.
"Stupid fucking tits," she complained as she got the paper towels to clean it up. Lilith was very well endowed. Very very well endowed. Even in her early thirties it seemed her tits were still slowly growing, she was measured at a 34N during her last bra fittings.
One could say she got an early visit from the Boob Fairy during her pre-teen years, while the rest of her class was just buying their first training bras, Lilith was already sporting a very full C-cup. Seemingly the Boob Fairy made frequent visits growing up, by the time she was off to college she had outgrown the entire bra selection of regular department stores. She had been getting her J-cups, at that time, from 'Ms. Petigrew's Boudoir' in main street.
Her large breasts brought her all kinds of attention from men, and even some women. While annoying at times, she had on occasion used it to her advantage. A deep cleavage shirt and quarter cup bra did wonders during her midterms in college when the class was graded in a curve. Seemed her male classmates had a very hard time trying to answer their exam questions when they were thinking with their small heads.
But, besides the attention there were other griefs she had with her bosom. Not only were her bras hard to find, but clothes were also a challenge, she was either wearing something too baggy, tops whose material was stretched to its tensile limit, or spending a fortune to get her business apparel tailored to her figure. There was also the challenge of navigating her wobbly tits through the world. She was knocking stuff over in her house, bumping into people or struggling to keep her bikini top on when on the beach.
Done cleaning up the spilled wine she removed her shirt to put into the wash, her tits were spilling out of her K-cup bra, which was not quite big enough to contain all of her boobs, but it was hard finding bras. Adjusting herself and pulling on the cups she heard a rip.
"Fuck! Just great," she took off the ripped bra. "Guess I'll have to stop to see Ms. Petigrew tomorrow, hopefully she has some of the bigger bras back in stock." Her K-cup bra had certainly been put under a lot of strain during its service life, with 6 months of use in her regular rotation this one had lasted longer than most others. Stripping the torn bra, she put on an oversized T-shirt, refilled her wine and headed to the sofa.
"I sometimes hate these things," she complained to herself cupping her gargantuan breasts. "Sure they are fun when I'm in bed," she said as she pulled on her nipples, her fuck bodies certainly enjoyed them, she even liked playing with them while masturbating. "Would it be so bad if they were smaller? Think of all the cute clothes I could wear, honestly my boobs are more trouble than what they are worth"
Feeling the effect from her third glass of wine taking effect and getting drowsy, Lilith squeezed her tits feeling them undulate. "I wish they were smaller. Don't care how much smaller. Hell, I would rather be in the itty bitty titty committee than deal with these," said Lilith as she fell asleep on the couch.
-----A Modest Life-----
Lilith woke up groggy, she ached and had a mild hangover. She definitely could not take her drinking like she could in her younger days. Sitting off she felt a weight of her chest, literally. Her hands flew to her chest, but instead of stopping where they normally would she ended up slapping her chest. Her very flat chest.
"What the fuck?! What the fuck?!," Lilith was all of a sudden very awake. "My tits! They're...they're..."
"Gone?"
Lilith turned around to see where that voice had come from.
"That's what you wished for, wasn't it? You said you wanted to join the Itty Bitty Titty Committee didn't you? I would say you should fit right in now."
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house? What did you do to my boobs?," said Lilith, still in shock.
"I'm a boob fairy," said the woman. "Well boob fairy in training" She gestured to her equally flat chest encased in a very pink training bra. "I was sent here to show you what your life would be without the huge set of tits you had been blessed with."
"It can't be that bad," said Lilith, stretching. No tidal wave of ripples through her tits as she was used to, her little A-cup pokies stayed firm on her chest. "There are so many cute tops I could wear now."
"Well why don't you go get dressed, don't want to be late for work," said her boob fairy friend.
Lilith looked at her phone, "Shit, shit, shit". With that she hurried to her room to shower and get dressed. She found the clothes in her closet had also gone through changes. All the t-shirts were smaller, and none of her business shirts had alterations to accommodate her formerly large milkers. Settling on a blue pants suit and forgoing a bra, she left for work.
Living in the city, Lilith didn't usually use her car during the week. She would take the subway to the office. She certainly got a lot less looks, and much easier to find room in the crowded train. This wasn't so bad after all. Walking into her office building she stopped by the coffee shop in the lobby to get her usual morning caramel latte.
"Hi Joey!," she greeted the barista, "just the usual for me today."
"Uh, hi. I don't know what that is," the the man behind the counter didn't know what she was talking about. "The menu is over there."
Lilith was confused, "you know a medium Caramel Latte with whipped cream, like every morning."
"Oh ok, I get a lot of customers. Can't memorize all their orders you know," he said annoyed.
Joey brought her latte to the counter and moved on to the next client now waiting.
"Joey? No special pastry for me this morning?," asked Lilith sweetly. She was used to getting a free pastry with her coffee most mornings.
"I'm sorry did I miss that in your order? Baked goods are extra ma'am.," said Joey, irritated.
"But, I usually get..." said Lilith trailing off as she walked off with her latte.
"Not feeling the special attention, huh?" said the fairy appearing next to her. "Guess Joey over there has a hard time picking you out of the crowd now. You must be just a regular customer for him. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"I guess," said Lilith thinking of all the small 'favors' men seem to do for her day to day.
Arriving at the realtor office Lilith worked at, she went straight to her desk. Usually she would be stopped by some of her coworkers to ask about her weekend and what she had been up to. But not today, people would say 'hi' or 'good morning' but nothing more than that.
Arriving at her desk, she went through her plan for today. She was usually fairly busy, with most of the clients asking for in person viewing, sometimes multiple viewings of the same house or apartment, not that they took much attention to the actual property itself. But there wasn't anything in her calendar today. Her inbox only had a couple of possible clients, but nothing much.
"Not much to do today," Lilith muttered to herself. Maybe that wasn't so bad.
"Lilith!," it was Mr. Potter, the manager. "My office, now!"
"Coming Mr. Potter," Lilith wondered what the commotion was about, he was a sweetheart around her. She was one of his best realtors at the firm.
"Were you planning on selling any properties this month Lilith?," said Mr. Potter as soon as she came in. "You are well behind everyone else in the office. This is the third month in a row you've failed to meet expectations."
"But, but, but," Lilith was frustrated, she never had a problem closing a sale, or making a sale, or finding clients. Seemed there was a lot of word of mouth between her satisfied clients to get her friends to meet up with her. Always in person. She even had what she called her 'closer blouse' and an undersized bra had put her massive tits right at the line of what could pass a presentable in public. Most of her clients would sign whatever she put in front of them without reading. She had made a killing in commission last week selling a less than prime property to a buyer waiving the inspection requirement all by wiggling her chest during closing.
"No buts, now go out there and do your job!," said Mr. Potter.
"Kind of hard to make a sale, without your two best sales girls helping you out," said Lilith's boob fairy when she got back to her desk.
"This is bullshit, just because I was spilling out of my top, shaking my huge tits didn't mean I was a better realtor."
"And yet," said the fairy pointing to the pay stub that had been delivered to Lilith's desk before disappearing. With much apprehension, Lilith opened it up to distraught. It was for less than a tenth what she usually made. Her job mostly paid in commissions, and with her sales flatter than her chest, it seems she wasn't pulling in the big bucks like before. She would no longer be able to afford her apartment for long at this rate.
With what had to be her worst day at work over, Lilith was glad to head home. On her way out she decided to stop by Ms. Petrigrew's Boudoir, the owner, Ms. Petigrew was like a mother figure to her, having visited her so frequently while growing up, she had kept up with the relationship on her frequent bra shopping trips. It would be good to talk to her, maybe get something lace and cute to make herself feel better.
