Hannah hummed to herself as she hung up the washing in the warm summer air. She’d bought a house out in the suburbs with just enough space in the backyard for a herb garden, a flower garden, and a washing line. That was all she needed in her kingdom: with high, unclimbable wooden walls covered in creeping vines, she was like a queen, and this yard was her castle.
Madison swung her bag over one shoulder and walked out of the front door, slamming it shut behind her. The cold air brushed along her checked school skirt and played along her bare stomach, making her shiver from the cold. Her school uniform, even in winter, left more skin bare than covered, and her nipples already poked out from beneath a sheer white top, protesting the winter chill.
Mary stomped down the stairs, her face contorted in a permanent pout. She weighed and measured herself every morning, and she was putting on weight like she was strapping sandbags to her sides. She had gone up two dress sizes in two weeks, and the worst part was that her little B cup breasts were the only things not growing with her!
Hi everyone, I have released a new novel available here on Amazon, and in celebration have a couple of teasers for you. I hope you enjoy this piece, it’s a completely new scene that explores some of the characters in the novel, particularly Mindy, who will be seen quite often in the novel. Stay tuned for the next teaser!
“We’ve got a new assignment for you.”
Rebecca perked up at this. She loved new assignments, the harder the better. It made her better at her job. She worked as a greeter at the local supermarket and was very proud of her position; she was following in her mother’s footsteps. Her mother had been a greeter years ago before moving up to store manager, then district manager, then VP. She spent years on her knees and finally earned a position at the top, where she could command others to get on their knees before her.
Where to begin? I’m 40, with a 19 year old son named Darren, my little baby. Sure I coddle him a little too much–but making your children embarrassed is part of a mum’s job. Do I do it a little too much? Probably. By the time I was 12 I found that I had very large breasts for my age, and by the time I was 18–or legal, in other words–I was sitting comfortably on an F cup and there were lines of men going out the door to fuck me.
Author’s note: This was originally 3 seperate posts, but I decided not to chop it up. Thus, it is longer than most other pieces on the site. The line breaks indicate scene breaks or breaks in perspective. Enjoy!