Locker Talk

As soon as the door to the Grimwood girls’ gym locker room was shoved open the peaceful, dank stillness of the empty chamber burst into a flurry of chatter and conflict. The all-ghouls girls’ school had claustrophobic but well-appointed facilities suited to the specialized needs of its student body. The locker room and changing area could fit perhaps a dozen students at the most, but thankfully the volleyball team had less than half that many members. A group shower room and on-hand laundry room fully stocked with towels and fuzzy bathrobes rounded out the facilities, making the athletic facilities a lot more comfortable than the dark grey stone walls and soft echoing drips from loose plumbing might make one assume. For the girls of Grimwood’s star volleyball team it was all the privacy and comfort they required.

Phantasma was the first to float into the changing room ahead of the rest of the bunch, then Tanis and Sibella entered came in on either side of the tall and unsteady Elsa Frankenstein, all of them wearing soiled and sweaty shorts and jerseys in the team colors. Finally Winnie slinked in after, loudly making her case. “--who ever heard of a forfeit by wardrobe malfunction anyway? We coulda kept playing and still won the match, even without Elsa!”

“It was only a practice game Winnie, it doesn’t really matter who won,” Tanis said to her friend in an attempt to calm her.

“Though I don’t know if the Calloway cadets will ever let us practice against them after THAT little-” Phantasma paused to think of the correct phrase to use, searching the air with her wide white eyes, “well I guess you can’t just call it a ‘nip-slip’...”

“Poor Anton just about fainted!” Tanis agreed with concern. The bookish cadet clearly hadn’t been prepared to see Elsa’s chest laid bare for everyone at the volleyball match. “How are we supposed to train for our big match against the Yokai Academy in the spring? I don’t wanna go halfway across the world just to get humiliated.”

“Settle down Tanis, I’m sure I can smooth things over with the boys,” Sibella spoke up. Her attention was on Elsa though, helping her friend to repair the damage to her chest. Elsa’s Jersey had been torn completely open, leaving her massive green breasts hanging out in the open. Sibella held one meaty tit in both of her hands while Elsa carefully re-sewed the stitching that held it in place on her torso. “Personally I’m more concerned with a repeat performance.”

“It’s not my fault!” Winnie protested, even though it was quite evident to everyone that it was very much her direct actions that had caused today’s incident. With the score tied and the game nearly over, the Grimwood team had the serve and the Calloway boys were on the ropes. One more point would win the match, and Winnie was admittedly excited from the taste of victory on her tongue. When the ball sailed over the net and Elsa leaped up to intercept it Winnie lunged to make the same play. Acting on instinct and adrenaline, Winnie swung her claws with all the strength she could summon and swatted the volleyball back over the net for a game-winning spike.

Or rather, she spiked something nearly the same size and shape as a volleyball. Instead of cheering and congratulations from her teammates, Winnie’s keen ears picked up the sound of fabric tearing and a round of horrified gasps. When she landed and turned to see what had happened, Elsa Frankenstein’s jersey was torn completely open and her left breast was on the other side of the volleyball court.

“How, exactly, is this not your fault?” Sibella pressed, an annoyed tone in her voice.

“It never would have happened if Elsa was wearin’ a dang bra!” Winnie argued, throwing her hands in in exasperation. “All I did was go for a game-winning spike, it ain’t my fault her weirdly volleyball-sized melons got in the way!”

“Eet is not easy to locate F-cup brassiers at ze local apparel outlets,” Elsa said calmly, not particularly troubled by the chore of stitching her skin back into place with needle and cord. “Und besides, vhat would be ze point? Mein breasts are engineered to balance vit perfect precision upon mein body, needing no external support for zheir heft.” With a firm tug of the cord Elsa’s mammary meat was once again reattached to the rest of her body, confirmed with a flick of her index finger across her thick dark-skinned nipple to test its responsiveness. Sibella let go and stepped back, letting Elsa present her naked chest to the room unaided. Just as Elsa claimed they stood up perky and full, seemingly immune to the sagging pull of gravity despite their heavy mass. “You zee? Binding myself vit a bra would only add unnecessary drag.”

“There is something to be said for accentuating your appearance, Elsa.” Sibella, her hands now free, reached and pulled her own top off over her head. Her scarlet red lace bra certainly did enhance the presentation of her chest, although it hardly looked like a practical choice to wear to gym practice. The lavender-skinned top of her breasts and the cleavage that was created between them was flushed with color, a faint rose from whatever blood Sibella had eaten for breakfast that day. After dropping her gym shorts to the floor Sibella revealed a matching set of red lace panties inset with decorative bat-shaped beads where it hugged the crest of her hips. Far from the most exotic items in Sibella’s underwear drawer, but this was gym class after all.

Tanis sighed longingly, gazing up at the perfectly presented swells of Sibella’s modest chest opposite Elsa’s scientifically superior mammaries, and feeling the flatness of her own mummified torso under her palms. “Must be nice,” she pouted, “but only if you’ve got something you can show. They don’t even MAKE brassieres small enough for me.”

“What about your training bra?” Phantasma asked innocently, reaching a hand through the metal door of Tanis’ locker and groping around until she found the garment in question. Pulling it forth everyone could see it was soft pink cotton with a cutesy “Hello Kitty” cartoon printed on the front. Tanis glared at it icily, it’s existence a physical reminder of how undeveloped she was.

“Awww don’t be glum, mum!” Phantasma said, sensing the problem. “I’m not much bigger than you and I never let it slow me down. And look,” Phantasma swooped across the room and lost her tank top in the process, flashing her ice-blue breasts to the other girls. With carefree ease Phantasma spun and jumped through the air like a gymnast, producing little more than a jiggle in her chest. “You can do all the bouncing and bumping you want and never get sore!”

Tanis’ pout gently turned up into a smile, buoyed by her friend’s efforts to cheer her up. Lifting her arms over her head, Phantasma proceeded to undress her young friend and toss the soiled gym clothes into the laundry hamper at the side of the room. “Y’see, there’s nothing to worry about,” Phantasma said with a skeletal grin, “we can be proud members of the itty-bitty-titty-committee, hahaheheheheoo!”

“Yeah!” Tanis cheered back to Phantasma, sufficiently hyped up. Turning to Winnie, she asked “Hey Winnie, you can join too!”

“What are you talking about?” Winnie asked, giving her fuzzy breasts a squeeze as if to check that they were still the same as she had left them. “I might not have Franken-boobs but I’m still a healthy B-cup.”

“Yeah but could can still qualify,” Tanis said bluntly. “Because of your other ones down on-”

“TANIS!” Winnie exclaimed, lunging at the little mummy and nearly knocking her to the ground. “Shut up about that!”

Anyone else in the room who might have been occupied with getting ready for the shower stopped to see what all the commotion was about, and Winnie realized she had only made matters worse with her impulsiveness. Now all eyes were on her.

“Other ones?” Sibella asked. What did she mean, ‘other ones’?”

“It’s nothing!” Winnie insisted, turning her back to Sibella. This only accomplished sticking her front in front of a curious Phantasma’s prying eyes, who was not shy about sticking her face right up against Winnie’s fuzzy belly for a closer inspection.

“Hey, she’s right! Winnie’s got another set of little brown nipples down here on her tummy!” Phantasma gasped and pointed, her inquisitive phantom finger causing an icy stiffness in Winnie’s supernumerary teats. “Oh, and another one! Jeez Winnie, how many nipples are you hiding down here!?”

“None’a your business!” Winnie growled and attempted to shield her belly from Phantasma’s prying fingers.

“Ah c’mon, I only have two tiddies to tease. Don’t hold out on us Winnie!” Phantasma whined, chasing after Winnie when the wolf-girl darted off towards the showers to flee from the curious molestation.

The remaining three, also having finished stripping down, gathered their towels and proceeded into the group showers behind them, lightly laughing at Winnie’s karma biting back at her in the form of Phantasma’s persistent pestering.