Month: April 2014

I’m not a little girl, chapter 1: Stripped at the pool.

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I’m not a little girl, chapter 1: Stripped at the pool.

Jessica was always small for her age at 16 she looked more like a 13 year old. She was short just under 5 foot tall, slim and only had small breasts which was one of the main reasons she was often mistaken for a girl who was lot younger than she actually was. At the time she was halfway through her final year in UK high school. She was an A grade student and a prefect for her school. She had few friends but didn’t really mind all she wanted to do was get good grades stay out of trouble and eventually qualify as a doctor like her father. Yet despite all this she was self conscious about her image and since she was 14 had been wearing cup-boosting bras or stuffing them. It was a shameful secret that only her two closest friends knew about, yet for her it was the only real way of looking like a young woman and not being seen as a just hitting puberty young teen.

At school during her prefect duties which revolved around making sure other students didn’t leave school premises to smoke or skive off. She made no friends by being a stickler for the rules and telling on any students which left. Most prefects where just in it for something to add to their college applications and would pretend not to see students going about their truancy.

One thing she liked to do was swim, every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday she went to go to the local indoor swimming pool to do lengths for a couple of hours to keep fit and healthy, normally she went when length swimming was on which allowed her to swim at leisure and mostly avoided people her age who may recognise her. However one Friday after school she turned up to find that the pool had changed its session times and it was a public swim. She almost went home knowing the pool would be filled with rowdy children and teens but it seemed a wasted trip so she paid and went to change.

It was times like this she wished she had remembered to bring a change of clothes, all she had was her swimming costume and her school uniform. This wasn’t a massive deal she always felt silly going home on the bus long after school had finished still wearing it. Unlike most girls in her school she wore her uniform correctly, her tie was always the right length, top button fastened and her skirt a regulation length and inch above the knee. She always wore dark tights under her skirt to avoid unwanted exposure and embarrassment; she had always done this ever since some pervy boy had lifted her skirt when she was 11.

She changed into her one piece suit, it was a navy colour. She preferred them to bikinis as they showed less skin and reduced the risk of her top going wrong and exposing her small breasts. Swimming was the only time she didn’t wear size enhancing clothes, the only ones she could find where in bikinis which she always felt too self-conscious to wear. Usually this wasn’t a problem the only people who used the pool when it was length swimming where middle aged or pensioners.

As she stepped out of the changing cubicle and started to put her school clothes away in a locker, she was confronted by three younger girls from her school. She was in a world of her own and so didn’t notice them until they where right next to her.

“Oi you, Don’t I know you?”
Jessica looked round startled to find three girls looking at her with grins on their faces, she recognised them as some chavs from her school, they where 13 or 14 a couple of years below her and she had grassed them up recently dropping them in trouble for smoking at dinner time.

“I er..” Jessica started before being quickly interrupted.

The girl at the front, the shortest just a little taller than Jessica’s height but with bleached blond hair had noticed her blazer and the prefect badge on it. She laughed pointing straight in Jessica’s face making her feel uncomfortable.

“Oh my days it is you, I thought it was your little sister or something”

Her taller friend with ginger messy hair joined in. “look at her little boobies? She looks younger than us how old are you anyway? 15?”

The first girl pushed passed Jessica grabbing her bra from the locker.

“Oh my god look how padded this one is must boost her at least two cup sizes”

“Hey give that back, and I’m 16 actually” Jessica grabbed the bra off her. The girl let it go without much of a fight, her face was in a massive grin while Jessica was struggling to hold back the embarrassment this was the exact reason she usually only went length swimming.

“Whatever, 16 you look more like 12. I’m 13 and look at my boobs compared to yours I don’t need to stuff them.”

“Leave me alone” Jessica turned locking her clothes securely in her locker and attaching the keys strap to her arm.

“awww the poor little baby’s going to cry, awww what an adorable swimsuit my 10 year old cousin has one just like that. Awww too shy to show your body off aren’t you?”

“I’m not surprised with them little boobies” laughed the girl’s friend from behind her.

Jessica turned to leave. After a couple of steps the first girl shouted again.

“Oi snobby prefect”

She turned and was met by the flash of a camera phone.

The girls examined the pictures laughing to themselves, Jessica turned away in shame heading to the pool. Knowing her luck now everyone would see the picture and know what her body really looked like.

The three girls where left in the changing room, while their they laughed and plotted while getting changed into their own bikinis.

Standing by the side of the pool, Jessica was pleasantly surprised to see it was fairly empty. A few young kids about 10 where splashing about in one end and there was a few elderly people swimming lengths which must have meant they thought the same thing as her and had come at the wrong session time. The only life guard against all health and safety practices was reading a magazine looking bored, most likely it was only a temporary job for her.

Jessica swam for a good half an hour without the kids getting in her way or bumping into the occasional old person. The girls from the changing room had got in but so far she had managed to avoid them. A couple of teenage boys had got in probably about 15 they didn’t go to her school but she still felt quite self-conscious and around them.

Then it happened she was tired, nearly out of breath for swimming constant lengths and decided to get out and call it a day. As she got off the ladder and took a few steps towards the changing room one of the girls from before came out of the toilet in front of her. She was the tall one she was probably 13/14 but could have easily passed for older. She burst out laughing ran forward and in one swift motion catching Jessica off guard pushed her back into the pool.

The girl then jumped in after her, Jess was confused stunned and tired and she found herself surrounded by all three girls.

“This is pay back do you know I had to do a weeks detention because of you grassing me up? And they rang my mam, she went mental with me!” the short blond girl said with a massive evil grin on her face.

“What?”

The big ginger girl grabbed Jessica from behind holding her arms behind her, at the best of times she would have found it hard to fight back but right now so was out of breath and weak.

The blond girl along with her mate, a thin girl, tall for her age with well-developed breasts that made her seem older moved in on Jessica. There was little she could do as all three girl assailed her from all sides. The blond girl laughed saying “This would be so much easier if you wasn’t such a little kid and wore a proper bikini you prude”

Jessica wanted to scream but daren’t attract the attention of those around the pool. She tried to fight but the big girl held her firm; the blond girl pulled one of her straps down to her elbow. Jessica pleaded but, the girls just laughed and carried on regardless. With little fight in her the girls soon had both straps stretched and pulled out of her arms. Her little boobs where just covered by the top of her suit but a quick pull would soon have the one piece stripped down her body and her little tits revealed.

The blonds two mates held Jessica firmly between them, the blond girl Amy laughed and grabbed both sides of the one piece.

“You ready to be nakeded little swat?”

“No please don’t ” begged jess almost in tears already.

“Awww don’t you want to be naked?”

“No please don’t please, I don’t want to be naked it’s not fair”

“Not fair? My mum grounded me and took away my spend, do you think that’s fair? I missed a concert! That wasn’t fair” and with that Amy slowly started to pull the suit down counting down from ten.

“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six…” the swimsuit was down exposing the cleavage of her small tits. “five…four…three two one” Amy laughing as she spend up the count and ripped Jessica’s suit down past her boobs to her belly. All the girls burst into laughter, Jessica let out a small screen but was silenced by one of the girls hands over her mouth. She was red faced, no one was really near enough to see but still she was in the pool with her arms restrained and her little perky boobs on display. She tried to move deeper underwater to cover them but the girls held her so the top of her boobs could be clearly seen if anyone was looking.

“awww bless there so small, dose the little baby want me to take it all the way off?”

“No please don’t, please just let me get dressed, get off me… please”

“awww but little Jessie, it would be so easy for me to strip you totally naked right here and now wouldn’t it? Do you want to be naked?”

“No please don’t” Jessica said panicking

“but the boys over there might want to see you, even if you are so small, I could strip you right now and run away with your suit would you like that?”

“Please No”

“Then say, please gorgeous Amy I don’t take away my little girls swimsuit and expose my little boobies and little girls figure to the world” Amy mocked

Please gorgeous Amy don’t take away my swim suit and expose my little boobs and figure to the world. She tried to repeat nearly crying in panic and embarrassment

“You forgot Little girls swimsuit and body”

“Please don’t expose my little girl’s body by removing my little girls swimsuit” Jessica pleaded desperately

“hmmm… but it would be so easy to” Amy teased pulling the suit a little more down her belly. Jessica looked around mortified some of the boys had swam a little nearer to them still roughhousing between themselves, they hadn’t noticed her yet.

“Please don’t, please I’m sorry for grassing you on please don’t I don’t want to be naked”

“ok then” her two friends looked confused for a second but Amy grabbed the key from Jessica’s wrist and pulled it off her arm. “let her go girls, awww little Jessica remember this favour I did for you. Look here I’ve got your locker key, if you want more than just your little girls swimsuit to wear home you’d better come follow us into the locker room and do what we say ok?”

The girls let her go instantly she covered her little boobs and pulled her suit back up before the boys noticed. She was almost shaking from fear and embarrassment the three girls got out of the pool. Amy shouted to Jessica,

“You’d better hurry up because if we’re fully changed and you still haven’t turned up were taking your stuff with us, I bet it’s a long walk home”

Jessica lay there in the pool for a few minutes too scared to get out but soon she realised she had no choice. The brief exposure in the pool wouldn’t be half as embarrassing as going all the way home on foot with only her swimsuit.

Savita Bhabhi – Rozlyn Khan

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Rozlyn is ranked along side Poonam Pandey and Sherlyn Chopra (Kamasutra 3D) as Bollywood’s latest uber slut. While Poonam is rumored to have gone under the knife (still rare among Indian actresses) and Sherlyn was adequately endowed, Rozlyn turned to the padded bra.

 

In her padded glory:

She will be getting a lot of Indian boys hot by playing a soft-porn comic character called “Savita Bhabhi”, without having to take off her clothes at all!

 I don’t understand, if your reputation depended on your “big boobs” why would you do such a photo shoot and reveal your shortcomings?

Just an idea – maybe they can do a Savita Bhabhi padded bra ENF episode? :P~

Joan Holloway silkstone barbie doll.

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The Joan Holloway Barbie from the Mad Men collection of the Barbie Fashion Model line!
First time I’m hearing that even dolls wear padded bras…
Then again, I never played with dolls so this is all new to me.

 From this pic you can see Joanie is bigger up front than other female dolls in the silkstone series.

The owner claims that the doll’s body is actually from the same cast as the rest of the female dolls in the series, so the all that heft is just padding!

Two undressed silkstones for comparison.

Imagine now if Cristina dropped her bra and she was really flat. A lot of fan boys would be crying. Hmmm…..

Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III

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“Abhorrent!” Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III stared down her nose as the maid backed quickly out of the lounge. “I remember my Daddy, rest his soul, my Daddy always said ‘Servants in their

proper place.’ Honestly, the hired help walking in during afternoon tea! Why I never…”

Nina pulled the doors to the lounge shut as she backed out; the whiny complaining now muffled. That self-righteous bitch, she thought to herself. Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III, or ‘Candy, because she’s so sweet!’ as her wretched friends called her, was twenty-five and had grown up with money and had married into even more. Everything she did was expensive; everything she wore was expensive; from her head to her toes, she dripped money.
Nina’s family, on the other hand, had come up from Mexico with nothing, before she was born. Her Papa had been working the greens here at Las Palmas Exclusive Golf Resort and Spa for twenty five years. Her Mama had been on the cleaning staff for just as long. Her familia were very proud of their long years of service. Yet, this blue blood snob, who hadn’t worked a day in her life, was acting all superior? Nina shook her head at how life was unfair. They were the same age, Mrs. SuperBitch and herself. Was she jealous, thought Nina, as she headed down the hallway; just another member of Cleaning Services.
Chapter 2
To Nina it seemed like SuperBitch went out of her way to embarrass or scream at her. She had been warned by management many times to keep away from her; they knew full well what was going on. The problem was that SuperBitch’s husband was very rich and a very important member of the exclusive club. Nina had no delusions who would be gone if it ever came down to her or SuperBitch.
Twice more that week, SuperBitch had cornered her and the last time had been particularly abusive, insulting Nina’s background and family. It had taken all of Nina’s will-power to not smash the vase she was carrying over SuperBitch’s head. Thankfully Ian happened by and got Nina out of there.
Ian was the Staff manager and he knew the background behind the apparent enmity between Nina and Mrs. Sinclair. Also, Ian had been chasing Nina since she had started. Nina thought he was a pervert. He had a habit of walking into the female change room trying to catch Nina while she was dressing. His other trick was to stop at least once a day and talk with her while she was cleaning a guest room.

The uniforms that the female staff had to wear were pretty standard. It consisted of a mid-thigh black skirt and a white, three-quarter sleeve blouse with a black frilly panel on the front that gave the illusion of an apron. They weren’t too bad, but they didn’t button all the way up; the buttons stopped and the blouse opened up at the neck. It wasn’t so bad for most of the ladies, but Nina had her Mama’s bosom. That is to say that she had large, DD-cup breasts which provided ample cleavage for the world to see. Of course, it had garnered her special privileges with Ian as the Manager.

This was one of those times; she was sitting in his office and still had her job. “Nina, I thought I told you to stay away from her. I can’t keep covering for you.” Nina smirked and leaned forward a bit to listen to Ian talk. His eyes moved instantly to her cleavage and he seemed to lose his train of thought. “And I’m…um, you should try to..uh stay away.” All pretence gone, he was staring openly at her cleavage; his eyes transfixed.
Like a hypnotist, she leaned back, breaking his trance. He sat back quickly and cleared his throat. “Okay! Um, yes, I will need you to work this weekend Nina; Saturday night. I know I said you could have the Grand Ball off, but too many people have called in; I’m short staffed.” Nina argued, but to no avail; she even tried the SuperBitch excuse. Ian shook his head “No, I’ve already found out she won’t be there. I’ll see you Saturday.” He was purposely avoiding eye contact with her cleavage. Nina sighed and left the office. The rest of the week passed quickly and suddenly it was Saturday.
Chapter 3
Nina had arrived early on Saturday and worked hard at the preparations for the big evening. By six the guest had started arriving in their limousines and fancy cars; the Valet’s going crazy. Nina was just taking another platter of crackers and pate out when Ian grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the kitchen.
“You; stay back here!”, he was all worked up about something.
Nina looked puzzled “What’s wrong?” He had a strong grip on her upper arm.
He sighed “She’s here. Mrs. Sinclair is here.” He was talking to himself now. “She wasn’t supposed to be here; they said she was out of town.”
Ian wanted her to stay hidden in the kitchen for the rest of the evening. Fine; she didn’t care. She got paid all the same. She busied herself with kitchen duties.
For fun, whenever Ian wasn’t around, she would peek out the doors to try and catch a glimpse of SuperBitch. There she was! She had on a strapless, long black gown with her perky boobs, her long blond hair flowing out behind her. She had a glass of wine in one hand and was laughing away without a care in the world. Phony bitch, thought Nina. She poured herself a glass of wine and hid it behind a bin. If she was stuck in the kitchen at least she would enjoy herself.
The evening passed by slowly for Nina, by the time they were done, she had finished most of the bottle of wine. She grabbed her purse and was heading to the door when Ian stopped her. “Nina, thank you for staying in the kitchen tonight, I know you didn’t want to, but it avoided any confrontations with you know who.” He moved in close, peering down her top “So, do you need a ride home? I would be more than happy to…”
He pushed him back a bit “No thank you Ian.” She stepped by him, “I’m fine; I’m taking the bus.” Ian actually looked dejected as she walked away; turned down again. He looked up quickly and called after her, “Oh, Nina, avoid the Simpson Lounge, there are still guests out there having drinks.” Nina was already out the door and gone.
Nina got madder the more she walked. What right did that high class bitch have to dictate where and how she worked? Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the years of humiliation at this woman’s hands, but at the end of the hall she didn’t turn right to the exit and the short walk to the bus stop; she turned left and headed towards the Simpson lounge.
Chapter 4
She could hear them in there; all the local elite with their fast cars and big houses. Then she heard the cackle; SuperBitch’s stupid laugh. She cracked the door a bit and peeked inside.

The Simpson lounge was named for the original owner and was by far the finest room at the club. It was lavishly decorated and furnished with items imported from all over the world. There was a long English Walnut bar along one wall and leather lounge chairs scattered throughout the room. Everything was built around the sparkling fountain in the centre. It was lit with thousands of intricately placed Swarovski Crystals, which created an elegant light show which accented the tinkling of the little waterfall.

There was SuperBitch. She had switched to martinis and looked like she was feeling no pain. In her drunken state she was falling all over the other guests. Of course, the men seemed to be enjoying it immensely; although the ladies didn’t seemed too impressed. Nina snickered at the thought of SuperBitch making a fool out of herself. She watched her a bit more, smiling at the site and was just going to leave, when she felt a hand grasp her upper arm.
“Nina, how are you?” She turned at the voice, it was Barry Jones. Barry was one of the nice guests that always treated her nice. The way he was staring at the cleavage, it was obvious now why he was always so nice. He opened the door and escorted her in “Why don’t you join me for a drink?”
She didn’t know what to do. Barry had obviously been drinking and was determined to get her a drink. They made their way over to the bar where Nina tried to look inconspicuous; now that she was inside, she had lost her nerve. She was going to drink her drink and then get the hell out. They got their drinks and Barry led her over towards the fountain when she heard that familiar cackle.
“Oh. My. Gawd. What are you doing in here?” She turned to look at SuperBitch, who was walking slowly forward step by step, an evil glint in her drunken eyes. “Servants aren’t allowed in this room.” Now Nina was getting pissed again. People had spoken up berating SuperBitch for her comments, but SuperBitch looked around at the others that had formed a semi-circle around the ladies. “No! They’re not staff, they’re servants and they should…no…their…place. These last words had been accented by SuperBitch poking her finger into Nina’s shoulder.
That did it. Nina had had enough! She flicked her hand up, quick as a whip and slapped SuperBitch across the face. “You Phony Bitch!”
That was it! With a gasp, SuperBitch shoved Nina backwards towards the fountain, but Nina caught her wrist and pulled her in with her! They splashed into the fountain. It was only six inches deep, but they both got soaked.
They didn’t even care. They were in the midst of a full out cat-fight! They were rolling back and forth with Nina on top and then SuperBitch on top. SuperBitch howled as Nina grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down. Then it was Nina’s turn to yell as SuperBitch spun her around and she landed forward, half hanging out of the fountain, SuperBitch straddling her back.
Suddenly, she reached down and grasped the bottom of Nina’s shirt and pulled it, standing up. Nina was so shocked, her arms went up and her shirt was pulled right off. SuperBitch staggered out of the fountain, laughing and pointing “Stupid servant slut. There you go, show the elite what you’re hiding under your shirt.”
Nina looked down and couldn’t believe what had happened. Her white lace bra almost transparent now that it was wet and all the guys were staring at her dark areolas showing through the thin fabric. She stood up shakily amidst their chuckles and stares. Her skirt was now bunched up like a belt around her waist. Her panties too, being white and wet were transparent and her dark triangle was very visible. She looked into the eyes SuperBitch and then lauched herself at her.
It was tough to see in the dim light what was happening. The women were screaming at each other and rolling back and forth between the chairs. Barry exclaimed as he looked down, bent over and held up a soaking wet, white lace bra. He squinted into the mayhem, trying to see the treasures he knew were now exposed. Finally, Nina stood up and she was pulling at something.
Barry didn’t know what she was pulling at, but it was sure pissing Mrs. Sinclair off considering how she was wailing. Barry was more distracted by the sight of Nina’s huge tits swinging back and forth as she wrestled something. Suddenly, Nina fell back, but caught herself from falling. She was holding something made of black material. It looked like Mrs. Sinclair’s dress! Barry felt something at his feet again. He bent over and picked up something. He didn’t know what it was. It felt like foam and was shaped like one of his wife’s shoulder pads from her jackets, but bigger. Then the lights turned on.
“What is going on?” Ian was walking over with about ten staff behind him. He stopped short when he saw Nina standing there, her tits hanging out. Then he heard a whimper from the floor.
He looked down curious and then his eyes got big. “Mrs. Sinclair! What happened? Here, let me help you.” He helped her up and she seemed a little unsure on her feet. Everyone was staring. Sure enough, Nina had pulled her dress off. SuperBitch was standing there in black nylons over a black thong; she wasn’t wearing a bra.
That’s not what had everyone’s attention though. There were probably thirty people in the room now and they were all staring at Mrs. Sinclair’s tits or the lack of them. They were lucky to be A-cups; barely buds on her chest. The laughing started in the back and then carried around the room. Mrs. BetterThanYou, who strutted around the club like she owned the place; humiliated people daily; was standing here in front of everybody and was built like a guy! Even Nina was so caught up, laughing at her that she didn’t realize she was standing there topless. Everybody was getting a good laugh.
Mrs. Sinclair just stood there apparently dazed until the flash on Barry’s cell phone went off as he took a picture of her little titties. “Wow! Compared to Nina, you’re..umm….well, where’s your tits?” That snapped her out of it; she turned quickly into Ian’s shoulder, hiding her face and covering her tits.
Ian patted her on the back and told her it was going to be alright. He escorted her out amidst all the laughing members and staff. Nina was so happy! This night could not have turned out better. She got dressed and left, resisting Barry’s pleas to stay. As she walked through the parking lot towards the bus stop she could see Ian’s van on the other side rocking back and forth. At the same time it occurred to her; when Ian had escorted SuperBitch out, he had been holding her ass. Nina’s eyes got big; Ian was finally getting lucky!

She couldn’t wait for Monday, things were going to be a lot different around here now between her and Mrs. Frederick Sinclair III.