The Game
A new business had opened up in the tiny town of Ridgewood, one that many parents had been yearning for. It was a club center geared toward children, similar to the YMCA or organizations that commonly took in kids in elementary school for a multitude of reasons, whether it be because the parents were at work when the kids were supposed to be home or that the kids felt they required companions. In Ridgewood, with the “growing” population of children, it was something that seemed necessary.
However, this specific center was a little different from the rest.
Ridgewood had a tendency to be a very unusual township to live in, what with so many unnatural events occurring there nearly 24/7. In recent days, there was one odd illness that had been spreading rapidly among the female children ages five to twelve, one that baffled scientists had yet to find a reversing antidote for.
This illness was not too unlike the common cold, sniffling and drowsiness being common symptoms before its major effect took place before it passed. After a week of catching it, young girls would rapidly develop oversized breasts in a matter of minutes that typically surpassed even those of full-grown adults. Though usual complications (i.e. back problems) with having chests that size seem non-existent, even with adolescents, it can be inferred what other controversial issues such a disease may cause.
The Oppai Place, as the center was named, had opened specifically to cater to families with a young girl that had been affected, allowing the children to stay in the daycare-like facility among others with the same issue and away from the harshness of the public after school and such.
Of course, all of this being so sudden and strange, nothing was utterly perfect.
“Oooh!” Amy chimed cheerily as she and her mother approached the beautiful building, cartoon murals of children playing splashed across the brick walls and colorful craftwork posted in the windows. As generic as it was in comparison to many similar facilities she had seen when she was in daycare, it did pull the appearance off quite well. It was certainly stunning, to say the least, what with many of the scraggly, kid-drawn portraits displayed had one thing in common: They were all girls with large circles drawn right below their necks.
Amy, being six, figured she was too old to be placed in a daycare again, but she had been convinced to finally go by her parents as they described it as different from others. Seeing the place now, especially as she stepped eagerly inside to what looked almost like a palace, she was beginning to have second thoughts on ever denying to go.
However, there was something else she had noticed.
All of the fellow children she spotted darting and squeaking back and forth were all girls, all like her in the same exact way. A couple days prior, she had caught a cold that had made her ill enough to have her miss school, even if it lasted merely a day, but when she awoke in the morning, she had grown the immense, lovely, F-cup breasts she had now.
All of the other girls had rather enormous tits, too.
It didn’t take long at all before Amy’s mother had finished with whatever paperwork she had and coaxed little Amy to go on have some fun. Of course, the young, breasted girl didn’t need much coaxing at all, her curiosity being enough to drive her forward and join the other frolicing children.
Amy wasn’t quite sure how much time had passed as she hopped around playfully with the many new companions she had met, but she didn’t care. Just as her mother told her to do, she was having fun, and quite a bit of it at that. Dancing to pop music that blared from some nearby speakers, roleplaying, and a new game she had been taught by the others that involved two or more players to stand on the small trampoline and try to shove each other off with their lovely breasts were among the various activities she jumped between. She especially enjoyed the last one as she found herself to be the third best at the game among them all, her plush boobs perfect for it.
“Hey, Amy!” Charlie, a 10-year-old girl Amy had become rapid friends with, beckoned from the other side of the room. “Come here! I got another game we can play!”
Amy definitely liked the sound of another activity, eager continue her imaginative adventures. So, without another second’s hesitation, she stood up and jogged over the best she could in the blue princess costume she had dug up from the clothing bin.
She did like the look of it, the way it matched her creamy skin and her hazel eyes, but after wearing it almost since she entered the door of the place, she found it becoming rather uncomfortable. The skirt-like bottom was a bit too long, causing her to stumble frequently, so she simply decided to strip it away altogether as she reached Charlie, rendering her almost half-nude in her cute cotton panties, a pair she had worn for as long as she could remember, which hugged snuggly her plump, smooth butt and her innocent button.
It already felt exposing enough with only them on to cover her lower half, but her pants had vanished along with her shirt among the piles of scattered articles. Besides, she had the strange and suspicious feeling that she wouldn’t need them anyway, a thought that she found quite odd. Nevertheless, she left on the top of the costume, even if it did barely fit around her immense bust, fabric almost stretched sheer and her nipples pressed tightly within the tube top’s hold.
Amy focused back on Charlie, noticing her friend’s eyes were wide and staring and her cheeks rosey red.
“Chary?” Amy questioned curiously. “You okay?”
Charlie’s surprised expression dropped to a light smile. “Yep! Come on, I wanna show ya that game!”
The older girl whirled around and headed to a back closet, her gorgeous G-cups waving and bouncing on her chest with every movement. They appeared like inviting pillows to little Amy, bound ever to subtly in a tube top of Charlie’s own that just barely let a hint of her pinkish teats poke from the top hem.
The six-year-old quickly hopped in after.
The space was dim and a little musty, but at least it was spacious enough to fit both girls and their early prides of joy. With a resonating click, Amy noted that Charlie had shut and locked the door behind her, trapping the both of them inside close-quarters, both half-naked, boobs nearly bursting from their clothes.
“What’s the game?” Amy asked, not so much nervous as she was still curious. She trusted Charlie, knowing very well that the girl wouldn’t do anything bad.
“It’s a game where we both win!” Charlie chimed happily. “I’ll do things, and you’ll do the same so we’ll both be happy!”
Amy did indeed like the sound of that very much.
Without another word being spoken, Amy watched as Charlie brought her hands to her body, palms gliding across the silky surface of her taut belly and over her luxuriously large chests, letting out a slight moan as her fingers slid over her nipples. The shape of them against the material of the girl’s top grew more defined, little hills forming from the mountains of her tits. Threads were already beginning to make a stretching noise, Charlie’s fingers slinking under the hem of the top and sliding themselves over the tender lumps of her nipples, up and down and all around.
Amy stared on, the sight of Charlie appearing so blissfully excited at what she was doing to herself creating a feeling within her that she hadn’t ever felt before. She felt her cheeks begin to heat up, her own nipples twitching in whatever sweet tingling was spreading across her body. So, she gladly played Charlie’s game, placing her soft palms against the exposed skin of her breasts.
The touch alone made the little tike let out a light moan of her own, sensations of all sorts invading her as she slipped her probing fingers down and into the tube top of the costume. The threads stretched audibly under the strain of new mass within its borders, but Amy didn’t care in the slightest. She rubbed profusely at her nipples, squeezing and pushing and pinching all she possibly could. Her nipples started to grow hard with her grip, but it only made her action as all the more fun as warm surges flowed through her.
Amy barely noticed Charlie had made the next move before it was already accomplished, the foot-taller girl already on top of her and had the both of them pinned against a wall, subtle moans having turned to pants. Amy halted her little game with herself, but desired only more of whatever it brought about. Much more. She stared into Charlie’s twinkling eyes, begging for any other way to continue the feelings before they left completely.
The little girl’s wishes were answered.
Charlie reached up, taking fistfulls of Amy’s top before ripping slowly, softly away, the tearing noise that came from it being like music to its wearer’s ears. Another, much longer and louder moan escaped her mouth as the fabric slid over her tender nipples and away, freeing her luscious tits from the constraints. Somewhere beyond the flurry of amazing emotions, she knew she had to play the game right. Hungry, greedy fingers sliding to Charlie’s waist, she ran them across the length of her toned, youthful body and to her top. A mirror of the older girl’s motions, Amy began to tear the useless fabric away, the symphony of the ripping clothes and Charlie’s sweet, sweet moans and pants being far beyond simply satisfying.
And yet, it still was not nearly enough.
More, more was all little Amy craved more than anything. More of the sensations that filled her mind and made her pussy and breasts feel better than they ever had. More of this passionate game that brought the feelings about. More of Charlie’s amazing magic and beautiful body.
More, more, more.
The younger girl released a sharp gasp as she felt the sensation of Charlie’s exploring fingers reach into her panties meet her cunny, sliding gently yet perfectly over it, up and down and up and down, bringing about the burning bliss and feelings she desired so much once again. Her moans turned to pants, then to yelps as her massive tits leapt with every heave of her chest. By then, she had forgotten the game entirely, focused only on her own intense sensations, the burning flame becoming a bonfire deep with her core as Charlie slipped her fingers just as deep within her pussy, moving steadily across her swollen clit.
However, the game did not halt there, not in the slightest. Amy felt a new feeling come to her standing nipples, one that only elevated levels beyond what she thought imaginable. Through the mental haze, she watched with almost howling gasps coming from her lungs as Charlie had planted her mouth around her right teat, licking and sucking with all her might, yet her mouth felt soft anyway, inviting. Gasps turned to almost literal howls as Amy squeezed her eyes shut once more and felt warm liquid streams trickle from her nipples and down the surfaces of her delicious orbs, audible ulps coming with every one of Charlie’s swallows of the substance.
Whatever it was, it was almost too much for her to handle on top of everything else, all of the burning sensations filling her all at once to the point where she thought she would explode.
Then, that was exactly what happened.
With one last holler to the ceiling, Amy felt every last bit of it drain from her, literally. A final spurt of another wet substance from her cunny, and just like that, it was all over. She never wanted it to end, that was for sure, but she knew that that would have to at some point, like all good things, just as her mother had taught her.
The little girl opened her eyes once again as she regained her breath, spotting what looked like milk still dripping from her engorged, reddened nipples, and beyond that, her panties were utterly soaked with whatever was expelled from her privates. Whatever it was, she’d ask her mother about it later.
“That was amazing!” Charlie cheered suddenly, Amy bringing her attention to her friend. The older girl appeared to be in the very same state, minus any liquid leaking from anywhere on her stunning body.
“Did we both win?” Amy questioned curiously, thinking back to the lovely game.
A bright smile spread across Charlie’s smooth cheeks. “Of course we both won! Better than anybody!”
Amy couldn’t help but smile as well. “Then let’s do it again!”