Catch Up

Tits. Breasts. Boobs. Tim had boobs.

Everything felt different. His centre of gravity. The straps of a bra in his shoulders. The breeze on his expansive cleavage.

Yes, expansive. Tim didn’t just have breasts. Tim had big breasts. How big? He had no idea. How could he? They were brand new, and who was he to judge anything about breasts size? When he got home he could slip is bra off and see if they came with size labels, but right then he was still the same under-experienced guy he was the week before, just now with added real estate our front blocking his ground-floor view.

His dress, now tailored with his new silhouette in mind, hung on his body in a completely new way. The neckline, which was previously low, now accented and showcases an ambitious amount of skin, filling the part of Tim’s brain that craved flirtatious attention with pride and excitement, filling the part of his brain from before his trades with horror. It wasn’t enough to have the boobs, he wanted, no, he needed to show them off.

His heart was racing. This whole thing was so far beyond “out of hand” that he could barely process. He had tits!! How was he supposed to live like this?! Bringing his hands up and grabbing his new additions for the first time, he marvelled at their weight. Carrying them around would be his new reality. Would his back get sore? Would he have a hard time learning how to move with them?

The sound of a sob on the other side of the road reminded Tim of why he was there. Vanessa. His gorgeous, heartbroken Vanessa. She wanted to be left alone, to be out of their relationship. Tim wanted something different. He wanted her. And, thanks to a previous trade, Tim always went for what he wanted.

As quickly as he could, he moved to follow the mother of his girlfriend. It was difficult, both because his feet were now smaller, but also because his breasts changed so much of how his body moved. With every single step his mind was brought back to the movement of his chest. It was distracting to say the least. It also made him slow! Vanessa was slightly taller than him, but she also had the advantage of knowing exactly how her body moved, having lived in it for her entire life.

She seemed aware of his pursuit, as she sped up, pulling away from him on the sidewalk. While it was a risk to his ankles to walk any faster until a time when he was more comfortable with himself, there was no way Tim was going to let Vanessa go. He stepped faster, his breasts swaying left and right as he chased after her.

He had no plan, no idea what he would say when he caught her, he just knew he couldn’t let her go. He wanted to be in her life, for her to be in his, forever, so the first step would be to stop her from running away from him. Closer and closer, his heels clicking loudly on the pavement.

But what is she was right? What if he should just be with Nancy? Was he being too greedy? Just when he was starting to second guess himself, though, another sob escaped the woman he wanted, setting his doubts.

Reaching our, he put his hand on her shoulder. Immediately she stopped and turned toward him. Looking in her eyes, Tim was tempted to kiss her, long and hard, but he knew that kissing would have to wait. They had things they had to settle between the two of them.

And so he spoke.