Shrink her tits instead.

You get a weird idea. Track is a rather strenuous sport, and while Sadie isn't big breasted per say, you can only imagine they'd just get in the way. She also mentioned something about wanting to go to the Olympics.

It certainly wouldn't hurt to see if it gave her a competitive edge.

"Give me a minute," you say. "I just want to jot something down."

"Sure." Sadie shrugs and goes back to fiddling with her phone.

You pull out a scrap of paper and write her name. B Natural appears next to it. You wonder for a moment, do you need to write a cup size if she's flat? Like... no boobs at all? So you try just that, writing Naturally Flat next to her name.

It's going to be pretty hard to write anything else on this piece of paper... So you'll have to use a new one if you want to run another experiment. (-1 Notebook Scraps)

It works. The words turns red and the old size fades to black. You peek over at her and notice the change immediately. Her meager breasts quiver and shrink, folding into themselves. But something else changes too, a black sports bra appears under her shirt, and strangely enough, her chest doesn't go completely flat.

She still has meager A-cups under there... but the explanation hits you pretty quick.

She stuffed her bra. A small smile comes to your lips and you stash the notebook. "Hey Sadie, mind if I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," she says without looking up.

"What's your idea of a perfect guy?"

The question throws her off and she peers at me over her cell. "Uh... what's this all of a sudden?"

"Just wondering. Cuz you know... I sort of have a thing for tall thin chicks. Just wanted to know if I had a chance."

She squirmed in place, putting aside her phone. "I don't really have a type... but I mean... you're not bad looking or anything. I'm just usually so busy with practice that..."

"You know what really gets me going?" you say. "Tiny tits. The less the better. In fact, I almost like it when they're not even there."

She looks away blushing. "You're just being weird now. Why would you..."

"You're not fooling anyone. Is that why Diane told me you need some action? You seriously think some guys don't find you hot?"

"N-no," she says. "I just... just..."

You decide to back off. Pushing too hard is not a good idea. "Sorry. Just lost myself for a second there." You lean back on the couch. "I guess that's why Diane pointed me your way. She must have known I'd be interested."

You can see it on her face. With just a little scribble of a letter, you managed to somehow give her Bonifide A-cup angst.

"I might need to come to a track meet one of these days. I'd love to see you in action."

"I'm not even that good," she says, flustered. "My coach is extra hard on me too, saying I should be perfect for it. It's like... he's punishing me for looking the way I do. Plus, the other girls on the team joke about how they'd love to look like me-- but they're just fake as hell bitches. I know for a fact they slack off, have guy friends and don't even keep up with their workouts."

You quirk a brow. From one **** to the next, you guess. This little gamble might be the foot in the door you need. You might want to take advantage of it.