Big Changes
By Cute Patti
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But the next morning as soon as she saw him she remembered his words. And she ran up to him and put her fingers around his nipples and squeezed as hard as she could. "Oh God, what are you doing.....you're hurting me you little bitch." And he just sat there for a moment to recover after she let go of him. "Na na na na na naaaaaaaaa....Jess has sore nipples," Michelle said as she just laughed and stuck out her tongue at him. Mom didn't say anything and Amber just sat there enjoying every minute. Jess also didn't say another word because he knew the teasing he would get if he did. He couldn't understand why his chest hurt so much last night and now again this morning. He figured it would go away soon. But boy was he wrong about that
About a month later he was getting dressed for school and pulled a sweater over his head but as it rested on his chest it seemed to itch him something awful. He had noticed lately that his nipples seemed to react to almost everything he wore against them. He quickly changed into a cotton shirt and that helped some, but all day long he was constantly having to reach up and scratch his nipples. The itching was driving him crazy. But there was no way he was going to tell anyone about it. He had even gotten to where Amy's attention to his nipples were all that really seemed to ease the pain. Her gentle sucking and wet tongue semed to sooth them a lot. But as soon as she finished and he pulled his shirt on again, they were iritated. Amy noticed this and said "Look sweetie, you're going to have to do something about that tenderness. It almost seems as though you need something to cushion your nipples from your rough shirts. I have an idea but I know you aren't going to like it. I think you need like a bra or something." "A bra, are you crazy? I'm no limp-wristed wimpy queer who goes around wearing a bra," he shouted at her. She said "suit yourself, I'm just trying to help," and got out of the car and stomped into her house. He sat there for a moment thinking of what she said. But no way was he going to wear a bra, was he? He also noticed that he seemed to be getting bigger in the area of his hips. He found that out one day when he was pulling his jeans on and had a little trouble getting them past his upper thighs. It also seemed funny that they were not as tight in the waist but were very tight in the seat. But the things that concerned him the most were his irritated and now bloated nipples. He wondered if Amy's constant attention to them were responsible. They were a deep red color and were protruding from his chest about an inch. They had always been totally flat before. During the next few weeks it had gotten to where he could hardly stand any of his shirts rubbing his chest. He kept thinking about what Amy had said, although she hadn't mentioned it anymore
One day when she was over at his house he told her what he was experiencing and asked if she thought a bra was really the only answer to his problem. "Well, sweetheart, you could always just put up with the pain. Other than that a bra is all I can think of. Besides, I wouldn't think any less of you. In fact I think it would be way cool to have a boyfriend who knows how it feels to wear a bra. Haven't you ever wondered about that? Does it turn you on just a little bit thinking about doing something like that? I mean, how many guys would do something like that for their girlfriend?" As she said that she was stroking his crotch and she could feel him start to respond, so she went further.
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