Mirror Stop

Thinking about Ron’s very womanly hips lead to Kim thinking about her own. It wasn’t just her top that was getting tight. She ran her hands over her backside. Her pants weren’t as snug, though, as her bust was, though. She was in a ladies’ room and its mirrors. She wasn’t one to constantly check on her appearance, but she was a girl, a teenage girl. But before she could swing her butt around for a better view, her eyes locked onto that bust of hers.

“I look obscene.” Her A cup had become only a pronounced B, bordering on C, but the extra mass was pushing out her nipples against the tee shirt’s material. She had always been sensitive about her nipples. When erect, they were long, her areolas puffy. And yet, she preferred to go without a bra most of the time. Her active lifestyle had conditioned her to ignore their simulations. Most of the time.

“Aw, man! Is that what I have to look forward to?” Ron complained as he stepped up to the other mirror. “When I was you, I didn’t have to think much about your chest.”

“You paid attention to them when we got naked together,” Kim frowned.

“You know what I mean. And I don’t do it for your size.” Ron’s fingers pinched the front of his black action tee, and pulled it out at two places. “This doesn’t look right.”

“Ron, you’re making your shirt look like what my shirt was looking like this morning.” Any comfort she had gotten from her boyfriend’s comment was now lost. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Girl friend? Still friend with benefits? Girl, what are you thinking!?

“On me, Kim. I know something about what I’m going to end up looking like.” Then he vented. “If I have to have them, why can’t I have them like yours!?”

“I had the hips to go with my cup size.” Her hand slipped down over her newly remodeled hips and compared their feel with the look of her bust. “From a female esthetic standpoint, it’s good to have your top and bottom measurements match well together.”

“But my butt’s too big! What does that say about how huge my tits are going to be!”

“Ron, call them ‘boobs’. And your butt isn’t that big. Voluptuous, bubbled, possibly even booty, but not fat. The problem right now is everything above your waist hasn’t become as shapely and full-figured, yet.” She lifted the hem of his shirt; and was in time to see his waist narrowing.

She stared and wondered, “Just how small of a waist are you going to have??”

Ron thought about it and then had to vent again. “I don’t want to wear a corset! Oh, wait! I think that’s just how ridiculous it's going to get.” He vented again. “I’ll look like a wasp!”

“You’ll look ridiculous, alright.” But Kim had her fingers and thumb around her own waist, perhaps trying to unconsciously reduce that measurement.