Tissue and grapes

As the week went in the situation slowly got worse and worse. A tug here, a pull there.

Karen strolling through the University with her normal head-turning confidence, and sexy good looks. But every so often, she had to adjust her bra. She tried her best not to pull at it, especially in front of her friends. Heather and Sally smirking and growing with confidence every time they caught the movement in the corner of there eye.

Stuffing a few tissues into her bra at first and then more with each passing day. Finally she was **** to stay at home to avoid wondering eyes. Karen did not stop to examine her breasts. She didn’t want to see the damage!

Spending hours texting in her own home, there was only so much isolation she could stand.

A quick trip to the bathroom and she was once again standing in front of her mirror. Pulling off her shirt and bra, with her eyes closed, not wanting to see what had happened to her prized possessions.

Covering them with her hands, Karen tried to hide them from sight, before opening her eyes, causing Karen to gasp —they were less than a handful! Her eyes snapped open, and she knew that they weren’t even a B cup now.

The shrinking had diminished her once prodigious boobs into mosquito bites. Standing there with her hands pathetically trying to hide the nonexistent breasts. She can’t even feel any remaining padding at all, and her breath caused no accompanying heft or jiggle of fat. Karen was officially flat chested, with only two pink oversized nipples that should belong only on larger breasts, which slightly pushed out her shirt to indicate that she was a woman.

Tears came to her eyes. She had no idea how she was going to hide this from her friends. What about her family? Would they think she’s always been tiny and had been stuffing her bra?

* * *

The next morning, Karen tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen. Unfortunately her mother and sister where working at home on some kind of social media project. She peaked around the corner and took a deep breath, before darting behind the kitchen microwave.

Mother and Mandy spun around, smiles on their faces, staring at Karen with undisguised excitement.

“Well?” Mom asked the moment she walked in. “Are you gonna tell us what’s wrong or what?”

Mandy saw Karens **** and laughed. “Its bad, isn't it? You normally so confident. Come on, show us!” All they could see was the top of her head poking out.

“Listen, you aren’t allowed to laugh at me, okay? This isn’t funny!” Karen sounded on the verge of crying, a fact that did not go unnoticed, especially by Mandy. She was so tired of Karen picking on her. Stupid step-sister! Hopefully she’ll be a C cup as well now.

Karen took a deep breath and walked out behind her hiding spot. Despite her warnings, the other two burst into peels of laughter.

“Oh my God!” was all mom could say, clutching at her stomach.

“It’s not funny!” Karen screamed.

“You look so flat…..like…like…a boy!” She couldn’t pass up the chance to get some payback. It was too perfect. With the remainder of Karen’s breasts having shrunk right out of existence, she was now lean in figure. Where her shirt normally would have stretched outwards, there were only little bumps.

“They must be AA cups? Who would think you’d be so small?” Karen’s face was already red, but now her chest was blossoming a deep ruby as well.

“How dare you talk to me like that!? Fine, I’m flat-chested? I’m gonna find whoever cursed me and have them fix this right after I ruin their whole world!!”

Angry at the outburst mom suddenly walked over “would you shut up for once? We’re the ones who cast the spell on you. Now your breasts have vanished away to nothing, you have no more power. Welcome to the itty-bitty titty committee” Grabbing the bottom of Karen’s shirt she wanked it up to reveal a pair of oversized nipples on two AA cup boobs.

“you can’t bully anymore if you don’t have big boobs, so you better learn to behave” said mom

Karen could only pull away in anger and shame as she covered her meagre cups and ran away from the echoing laughter.