For only a hour each Wednesday everyone that climbed up the tree house were seen as equals.
Isabel knocked a small hammer ordinarily used for cracking nuts a couple of times onto the wine create she was sitting behind.
“Asians, Blacks, Gangstas, Cheerleaders, Christians, Emos, Goths, Lesbians, Nerds, Metalheads, Punks and everything in between, we are here because there is one thing that brings us together.
For we are the Itty Bitty Titty Committee!”
Everyone settled down and formed a circle and held each others hands.
“Let’s begin this week’s meeting, let’s begin with you Tamara. What have you done this week to make your boobs grow.”, Isabel said and passed on a stick with a bras with cup sizes from A-G hanging from the top known as the talking stick.
Tamara accepts the talking stick and begins to explain, “I went to a wishing well, threw in all the coins I had collected and wished for bigger breasts each time instead of these bee-stings.”
The girls applaud her attempt and Tamara passes on the stick.
“I.. I prayed at church together with all the women in the commune every single day for a whole week, but I’m still far away from jugs.”, Dorie said while she held her hands in front of her flat chest showing where she wanted her jugs to be some day.
The girls applauded her for her honesty and she passed the stick on to Kristel.
Kristel was holding on to the stick and looking down at the wooden boards that made the floor of their secret club’s tree-house.
“Well? What did you try this week Kristel?”, Isabel asked.
The girls next to Kristel were showing their support by rubbing her back.
“I tried stretching them by pulling them ten times a day, but it didn’t even work I was hoping they would go from cupcakes to coconuts.”, Kristel explains.
Sung takes the talking stick from her and begins, “I tried an old Chinese grandmother told me about the boob fairy that visits teenage girls while their asleep and rubs magical white lotus oil on your breast that make it grow to twice their size. You have to place boiled sprouts under your pillow because she loves to eat those.”
All the girls were waiting to find out what happened next.
“I still have sprouts stuck in my hair! And nothing happened on my chest.”, Sung said.
The girls were proud of Sung’s honesty and helped her get the sprouts out of her hair.
It was Camellia’s turn now, “I tried giving them sunlight because that’s what makes plants and trees grow too, I used my mom’s face tanner every night for an hour. But I still didn’t have any bazookas but now my chest looks like it got hit by one, I got 3rd degree burns!”
The talking stick move to the last person in the circle, Roxanne.
She looked around the tree house each girl eager to hear here plan that might or might not have failed, “I haven’t done anything this week, and I can honestly say they’ve grown.”
The girls were disappointed in her and Isabel quickly made the meeting continue to the part where they find out if their titties have grown over the past week.
They all got up and one by one the girls took off their shirts and released their training bras.
Stuffing fell onto the floor followed by the bras, the girls compared and discussed.
What they did not know was that while they were inspecting each others breasts Isabel’s 14 year old brother Chris was climbing up the rope ladder and was already at it’s top.
He stood there watching a group of small breasted girls groping their own breasts.
“Is.. Isa.. Isabel, mom said to come get you, dinner’s ready.”, He stuttered followed by the girls screaming and picking their clothes from the floor.
Isabel ran over to him and kicked him straight out of a Kung Fu flick, lucky for Chris the tree was only seven feet up in the air, and he only hurt his back.
“Okay ladies, meeting adjourned! See you all next week.”, Isabel said while she was knocking her nutcracker hammer on the wine crate.
When all the girls climb back down the rope ladder and step over Chris, she removes the sign from the wall that says ‘Itty Bitty Titty Committee’ and puts back her brother’s ‘Compare Chesthair Lair’ sign.
Isabel knocked a small hammer ordinarily used for cracking nuts a couple of times onto the wine create she was sitting behind.
“Asians, Blacks, Gangstas, Cheerleaders, Christians, Emos, Goths, Lesbians, Nerds, Metalheads, Punks and everything in between, we are here because there is one thing that brings us together.
For we are the Itty Bitty Titty Committee!”
Everyone settled down and formed a circle and held each others hands.
“Let’s begin this week’s meeting, let’s begin with you Tamara. What have you done this week to make your boobs grow.”, Isabel said and passed on a stick with a bras with cup sizes from A-G hanging from the top known as the talking stick.
Tamara accepts the talking stick and begins to explain, “I went to a wishing well, threw in all the coins I had collected and wished for bigger breasts each time instead of these bee-stings.”
The girls applaud her attempt and Tamara passes on the stick.
“I.. I prayed at church together with all the women in the commune every single day for a whole week, but I’m still far away from jugs.”, Dorie said while she held her hands in front of her flat chest showing where she wanted her jugs to be some day.
The girls applauded her for her honesty and she passed the stick on to Kristel.
Kristel was holding on to the stick and looking down at the wooden boards that made the floor of their secret club’s tree-house.
“Well? What did you try this week Kristel?”, Isabel asked.
The girls next to Kristel were showing their support by rubbing her back.
“I tried stretching them by pulling them ten times a day, but it didn’t even work I was hoping they would go from cupcakes to coconuts.”, Kristel explains.
Sung takes the talking stick from her and begins, “I tried an old Chinese grandmother told me about the boob fairy that visits teenage girls while their asleep and rubs magical white lotus oil on your breast that make it grow to twice their size. You have to place boiled sprouts under your pillow because she loves to eat those.”
All the girls were waiting to find out what happened next.
“I still have sprouts stuck in my hair! And nothing happened on my chest.”, Sung said.
The girls were proud of Sung’s honesty and helped her get the sprouts out of her hair.
It was Camellia’s turn now, “I tried giving them sunlight because that’s what makes plants and trees grow too, I used my mom’s face tanner every night for an hour. But I still didn’t have any bazookas but now my chest looks like it got hit by one, I got 3rd degree burns!”
The talking stick move to the last person in the circle, Roxanne.
She looked around the tree house each girl eager to hear here plan that might or might not have failed, “I haven’t done anything this week, and I can honestly say they’ve grown.”
The girls were disappointed in her and Isabel quickly made the meeting continue to the part where they find out if their titties have grown over the past week.
They all got up and one by one the girls took off their shirts and released their training bras.
Stuffing fell onto the floor followed by the bras, the girls compared and discussed.
What they did not know was that while they were inspecting each others breasts Isabel’s 14 year old brother Chris was climbing up the rope ladder and was already at it’s top.
He stood there watching a group of small breasted girls groping their own breasts.
“Is.. Isa.. Isabel, mom said to come get you, dinner’s ready.”, He stuttered followed by the girls screaming and picking their clothes from the floor.
Isabel ran over to him and kicked him straight out of a Kung Fu flick, lucky for Chris the tree was only seven feet up in the air, and he only hurt his back.
“Okay ladies, meeting adjourned! See you all next week.”, Isabel said while she was knocking her nutcracker hammer on the wine crate.
When all the girls climb back down the rope ladder and step over Chris, she removes the sign from the wall that says ‘Itty Bitty Titty Committee’ and puts back her brother’s ‘Compare Chesthair Lair’ sign.
