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  1. Stranger: I sigh as I arrive in our shared common room, dumping my bag and keeping my attention fixed on my phone. While my attention remains on the tiny screen, I grin brightly and address you. "Oh! Uh. That one boy in the Arthurian Literature course you said you had a crush on... What was his name?"
  2. You: "Steven. Why?" I ask, grumbling as I try to focus on my studies.
  3. Stranger: I try to suppress a giggle, neatly depositing the phone into my cleavage - which my top is displaying a good 8 or 9 inches of, overflowing from the neckline. Sauntering over to you, I smile thinly and lean over the table, wiggling my assets. "If you lick in here enough, you might catch a taste of him~...!"
  4. You: My eyes go wide, as fury builds within me. "You.... you didn't!" I stammer, trying to hold back my emotions. I slam my psychology book shut, and stand up from the couch, glaring at you.
  5. Stranger: I giggle some more, clearly entertained by your fury. "We were doing some group work, no one was around... And god, he just WOULDN'T stop staring at them! Not like you could've ever really got with him as long as you're living with me!" My giggling breaks into laughter, poorly dulled by a hand covering my mouth. "Technically, I kind of /saved/ you from some humiliation!"
  6. You: "You don't know that!" I fire back, my voice cracking halfway. Steven did stare at my chest at times during class.... but there was much more to him than my cleavage right? My eyes dart down to your heaving chest, and my heart sinks. You were night and day bigger than me. He probably did go for you. "Damn it!" I think to myself, "Why didn't I just ask him out like I wanted to in the first place?"
  7. Stranger: I give a heavy, condescending sigh, slowly approaching you with posture that's too straight to be comfortable. "How many times does this need to happen before you put two and two together...? Like, stuff your training bra some more or something! Why do you think I study less than half the time you do but the profs seem to love me?" I smile mischievously.
  8. Stranger: (Wanna add a special interest in case one of us DCs? >_>)
  9. You: I shift uneasily, gripping my textbook tightly. It just wasn't fair. "I'd need to jam my entire sock drawer in my bra to match you... Why can't you just leave me alone?" I plead, my head swirling with rage and doubts.
  10. You: (Sure- Something like.... JessCarly?)
  11. Stranger: (Sure!)
  12. You: (Mmmph... I'm too eager. I'm getting wet just thinking about what I'm gonna do to you. :) )
  13. Stranger: I roll my eyes, continuing to slowly approach. "Why doesn't the cold just leave you alone? Cuz you don't have fur. Why don't headaches just leave you alone? Cuz you're dehydrated. Why don't /I/ leave you alone?" I lean forward with a sneer, voice dropping to a whisper. "Because you're a teeny, tiny, flat little girl~. Natural order of things, dear~."
  14. Stranger: (Let me get some more buildup in! <3)
  15. You: (Go for it, I'm loving it. <3 )
  16. Stranger: My mocking smile endures until I sit up again, eyes narrowing as I remember something. "Also... Did /you/ eat my leftover lasagna? In the fridge? Be honest."
  17. You: I squeeze my eyes shut, my mind screaming at me to shout back, but knowing it wouldn't do anything. It only ended up making you happier, or worse, meaner. I'd already filed 3 complaints, the RA's didn't care. Your question jars me back to reality, and I'm caught off guard, not fully thinking. "-What? Yes, I---" I gulp, realizing what I had just said. "It was unmarked, and... I didn't want it to go to waste...."
  18. Stranger: I give a withering frown, pulling my hoodie off, and then beginning to undo my shirt. "Holy FUCK. Seriously? We /really/ have to do this again? Is your skull as empty as your bra?" I then speak with a venomous intensity. "LIE. DOWN."
  19. You: "What?" I say, stunned by your sudden change in demeanor. "We agreed that unmarked food was fair game!" I reply, dropping my book and folding my arms. I was totally in the right this time, and there was no way you were going to walk all over me this time. I squint my eyes, and stare right back at you, defiantly saying: "No."
  20. Stranger: I huff exasperatedly, before climbing onto my knees on the couch next to you, my massive pale rack squeezed into a lacey black bra, now only accompanied by my socks and yoga pants. "Swear to fucking god..." I grunt fiercely as I suddenly take you by your shoulders, turn you to me, and then shove you onto your back - lithe arms succeeding mostly because they caught you off-guard. "You didn't get boobs /or/ brains. You're useless~..." I then smile thinly, a malicious glint in my eye as I... Simply flop forward. The couch creaks from the impact, and your head vanishes beneath my bosom... And into a dent in the cushioning.
  21. You: (Ooooh my god...<3 <3 <3)
  22. Stranger: (Hurry up and react so I can continue! <3)
  23. You: I flail wildly underneath you as I gasp for air, the couch knocking most of it out of me on impact, and your gigantic bosom smothering all intake entirely. I manage to get an arm around you, slapping your back in a panic, my strength dwindling with every passing second.
  24. Stranger: I give a vicious, unhinged sort of giggle, gyrating my torso to squish my rack down on you. "Teeny~... Tiny~... Flat~... /Little/~... Girl. Your intelligence is almost as pathetically undeveloped as your chest~..." I rest my head in one hand on my cheek, fishing my phone back with the other, boredly flipping through texts. "/I'm/ bigger. /Therefore,/ I'm a better woman, and a better person than you~. You seem to understand a few parts of it... You keep lying like a dumb whore that you have E cups, which I can at least see where you're coming from about~... I'd be in denial about being that puny, too." I give another giggle, grinning toothily down at you (at my cleavage, in practice). "Little girl is the bitch of big girl. If you don't get those words, you're at least putting it together based on what you're feeling right now, right~?"
  25. You: "Mmppmhpphphhp!" I scream, muffled by your breasts, and my cries become more faint, as I claw at your sides, hoping for even a slight shift in your weight to allow me to breath.
  26. You: (You have no idea, this is pushing all my buttons right now. <3)
  27. Stranger: I give an even harsher giggle at your struggling and muffled screaming, either indifferent to (or enjoying) your imminent death by asphyxiation. "Now~... I'm going to lift off you /just a bit./ When I do, you need to admit the natural order of things and say you're my bitch. Ready~?" After a maddeningly long delay and a mischievous grin, I push off of you enough to put two or so inches between your face and my rack.
  28. You: "Gaaah!" I gasp, panting for air, and wheezing uncontrollably. My head is swimming from the lack of oxygen, and I try to form words. "You--- You're -- *Cough*"
  29. Stranger: I pout playfully, and with another sharp creak, squash you again. "Nuh uh~. First word should be 'I'm.' Unless you were going to follow that first word with 'got titfucked and sucked the cock of Steven forty five minutes ago.' Because that'd be true~!" I grin widely, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Now, from the top! Get it right!" I push off you once more.
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