No More Shopping For Hammocks In REI, I Have New Tits Now

Oh please, she will do all right. That's what everyone said. But she wasn't doing all right. She was going through a lot of problems. She had a boyfriend, sort of, and he dumped her for a Freshman girl who had a tiny butt and was so skinny her hipbones stuck out. How could she compete with that? Like me, she was full, a big girl with a big frame. And like me, well we are cousins, she has big breasts. Big. Buxom. We are German stock, full framed German stock. Big girls, big ass, big tits. I love my big tits, but she was embarrassed of her big tits. High school is a very bad place where the skinny girls rule.

No she wasn't doing all right.

That's why I took her to see a doctor, a woman doctor, to see what she thought about a breast reduction for her. I would pay. No need for insurance. Get her to a normal size, maybe a D cup, maybe a C? Can she do that. My cousin had to sit there while this woman went over her breasts, big round melons, like mine. Only she was seventeen, not twenty nine. She hadn't gotten used to them, but I had promised so here we were with the plastic surgeon.

The woman doctor told us that in her practice a third of women wanted to be sized down, so no problem, she could get to a C cup without a problem, and she would have very sensitive nipples afterwards. Of course she needed her mother's permission, but that was a slam dunk. Her mother understood, she was good German stock, big ass, big tits, and all.

After her operation, which was a summer thing before her senior year, she was so small to us. Her shirts were loose around her bust. Her tits were so small. She had big brown nipples, a family thing, on her small C cup tits. She loved them. and she was ready for the fall semester. We laughed around the table, how many girls were going back for their senior year with a new set of tits, the other two thirds of the surgeon's practice.

It was at the beach the following summer, with her small tits, and yes to us they were small, in her bikini she looked like all the other girls on the beach. No more need for one piece bathing suits. It was that summer beach experience that sent me back to the doctor. Can you get me to a size C, I asked. No, how about a D cup? I went through the surgery, it was uncomfortable, I don't know how my cousin did it. I look down at my tits now, my big brown nipples sit on a set of small tits. But the boys like them, I wear them well. I know, excuse me, but a girl with new tits carries herself with her shoulders high.