From Bullied To Balled

I couldn’t believe how my life had changed so much in the six years since winning the hundred thousand. I remember it like it was yesterday! It was the day of my eighteenth birthday! I woke up with a crazy idea that puberty growth spurt would be triggered and my breasts would actually stand off my chest. To document what I hoped would be my big event, I stripped naked and stood in front of my digital camera and took my very first full frontal nude shot!

After the click signifying that the picture was taken, I started to laugh! Hell it was just half a day since my number one menace George Jurgens had chased me home from high school, taunting me the entire way over my lack of breasts. The nearer I got to home, that changed to, “No one will ever find you attractive enough to want a flat chested so-called broad like you!”

Unfortunately it wasn’t the first time! No, George seemed to love bullying me on a daily basis ever since he moved from the big city to our small little hamlet just outside the Cargill Mountains. I don’t know what he had against me, but it was clear that whatever it was began the very day he trapped me in the back bathroom of Cardinal High. something else I clearly remember!

I just finished my business and came out of the stall and there George was standing between me and the door. I tried to say something but he lunged at me, got me but my waist and spun me around so I was looking away from him. Then I felt myself pulled back until my back was hard against his front! George’s hands moved from my waist to where I hoped to have real breasts someday! His hands began to grope me and then he cried out in disgust!

“Fuck! you’re titless!”

Then I was pushed away from him and stumbled to the floor. I thought that George would take off but instead my legs were picked up and George dragged me from the girl’s washroom to the boy’s bathroom, where he dropped my legs and grabbed me around my upper chest. Then he **** me up over the trough-like sink along the left hand wall. I don’t know how but George managed to get semi warm water to spray all over my front, soaking the t-shirt I was wearing until it turned transparent. Then I was let go and dropped to the floor crying. I don’t remember much after that, I don’t even remember getting home, but I do remember getting into the shower and running the hottest water that I could take and running through two full bars of soap washing my chest.

I never really felt clean since then! And worse Geroge seemed to make it his personal duty to torment me daily! Then the bullying went from taunts to something more repulsive!