Hi, my name is Debbie, and this is my first story. My
brother Jimmy let me use his computer to post it. He's
so sweet to me. I think it's cause he wants to get in
my friend Marcy's pants. Or at least her bra. Marcy and
me are only 13, but we're big for our age. I mean, like
in the chest ...you know... we have big tits.
My friends used to call me "DebbieD-cups", that is
until I couldn't wear a D-cup no more. Most people just
call me DeeDee now, cause of the size bra I wear. I
know what you're thinking. Sounds like I'm really big
huh? Well, I AM big in the bust, but you should see
Marcy. She's enormous. That's how come I think Jimmy
likes her so much. He stares at her chest the whole
time when she's over at our house.
I don't think she minds though, cause she sticks it out
whenever he's around. Marcie got a head start on me
with her boobs. Hers started growing when we were 8.
Even her Daddy started to stare at her when she got big
enough for a D- cup bra. That was when we were 9.
The snotty rich bitch cheerleaders and sorority sluts
at school won't give us the time of day, cause they're
all flat as a board and they're so fuckin' jealous it's
pathetic. Well, we didn't need them anyway. We had all
the boys wanting to feel us up, and have us play with
their big thingies.
That was our favorite thing to do on the school bus.
We'd go way in the back and sit with the bigger kids.
My brother Jimmy was always back there with Amanda the
slut, copping a feel while she pulled his thing for
him.
I have to admit, it was exciting to watch Jimmy's thing
get all big. Everyone said he was way bigger than most
of the boys. Even bigger than most men from what I
hear.
Anyhow, Marcy and me always ended up getting our
titties mauled by some gorilla of a boy who would spurt
gooey white stuff all over our hands. I bet those flat
chested rich bitches never had that kind of fun! We
decided to get even with those cunts. We had a scheme
cooked up that you just WON'T believe.
I guess I should explain why Marcy and me are so damn
mad at the snotty rich bitches at school. It's just the
way they snicker at us when we walk by, like they're so
much better than we are cause their daddies have money
and all. And they call us cruel names like "trailer
trash" and "loser". They're jealous as hell of us
having such big boobs too. They say stuff like "here
come the melon girls", and then they moo at us and
shit. Well, maybe our daddies don't have a lot of
money, but they're not bad people. They take good care
of us. And it's not our fault mother nature decided to
give me and Marcy such a big bust.
I guess you could argue she went a little overboard,
especially on Marcy. Sometimes she catches me staring
at them, her boobs I mean. I can't help it. They're so
pretty and round, and they're just... so damn BIG. The
girl stretches a sweater all out of proportion with
those things. Maybe my daddy went a little overboard
taking good care of mommy in one way.
Mother nature had something to do with this too: I'm
the oldest of 12 kids.
You know what they say... the rich get richer and the
poor get children. Well, we got 'em all right. Momma
seems to enjoy when she gets big with a baby. Her
bosoms are much bigger than mine or even Marcy's, and
they get so much bigger when daddy gets her pregnant. I
can tell daddy likes mommy to get big. He looks at her
all the time, especially near the end...you know...
when her tummy gets too swollen to fit in any of her
clothes.
She hangs out of everything she owns, there's big gaps
in front of her dresses, and she has to stay inside a
lot 'cause of that. I can hear my parents going at it
sometimes. Fucking I mean. They do that a lot. It must
be too much for daddy to see his pretty Italian wife
all swollen with a baby. He can't seem to keep his
hands off momma when she gets real big. It makes me all
wet when they do that and I'm in the house.
Me and Marcy have been thinking about what it would be
like to have a baby. We haven't gone all the way with a
boy yet, like letting him stick it in and all. We're
scared I guess. I know we could take birth control
pills, but momma would know something is up. I heard a
girl's breasts grow when she's on those things. Momma
would just KNOW. She watches me like a hawk.
She can tell when I'm fixin' to start my period cause I
get bigger then. Like, I almost need another size bra I
get so much bigger. She knows when I've let the boys
feel me up on the school bus too. They swell for a
couple of hours when I get that excited, and there's no
hiding it from momma. My school blouses get real tight
and she looks right at my chest the minute I walk in
the door, and she just KNOWS.
One day after school, me and Marcy went up to my room
and she measured me before the swelling went down. I
was 4 inches bigger in the bust than normal. NO WONDER
momma could tell. I guess the birth control pills were
out. We would have to just be happy doing what we were
doing I guess. I'd be happy to play with Marcy if she'd
let me. She couldn't get me pregnant!
Well, all this curiosity about what it would be like to
have real sex with a boy, and having babies was just
too much. We decided we better wait, but we wanted to
satisfy our curiosity right? And we wanted a way to get
back at those rich sluts.
We knew they were sluts, cause we always heard the boys
talking about how they "put out". Everybody in the
whole school knew they were sluts. Their parents were
always out of town, and they had a big ole house to
play in. Not like me and Marcie. We had a momma and
daddy watching every move we made.
The big spring break party was this Friday. All the
kids usually got together before everybody headed out
of town, and each class was assigned to bring some food
or desert. We got the desert detail, the class Marcy
and me were in. I had a wicked thought, but I wasn't
sure how to pull it off. I might need Jimmy to help us.
He knows more about sex and stuff.
I knew those sluts we hated so much were taking birth
control pills, and not because they showed any sign of
growing bigger in the chest. You have to ALREADY be big
for that to work. I knew 'cause I heard the boys say
they were a safe fuck. I was dying to find a way to get
those bitches pregnant. We could use them as guinea
pigs and see how they held up under it all, then we'd
know if we really wanted that or if it was just some
phase we were going through.
Boy, we could really get back at them if we could only
find a way. I knew Jimmy would come to the rescue. He
looked on the internet and found some stuff on
fertility drugs. This Pergonal drug was supposed to
make women ovulate like crazy, and they said it could
even override BIRTH CONTROL PILLS!
It was also supposed to make women so damn horny they'd
fuck their eyeballs out. Jimmy knew somebody who had a
brother in medical school, and he GOT some of this
wonder drug for us! (We would get in deep shit, Marcy
and me if this ever got out).
Well, we got busy baking our cup cakes for the party
Friday, and guess who was gonna get a SPECIAL batch. We
called 'em "Debbie and Marcy's BabyCakes". It was just
our little secret. We mixed up two batches of batter,
and crumbled a whole bottle of pills in the baby cakes
one. They just pulverized to powder in our hands. We
decorated one batch with green and red sprinkles, and
one with pink and blue *giggle*. And off we went to the
party.
It was easy passing off the baby ones to the sluts,
cause we sent them over to the other side of the
auditorium with one of the teachers. Those bitches
NEVER came over to mingle with the "poor crowd", so our
friends were safe. The bitches ate them all right,
every last one of those hateful cunts had one.
Even miss goody two shoes Jessica.
Only problem is, I saw Miss Jennings INHALE one of
those things. Then Miss Andrews. Then Jimmy's little
slut girlfriend Amanda. Holy shit! The teachers usually
never went NEAR any of the stuff we brought to these
dumb parties. Well, the best laid plans as they say...