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In which Danny gets his nipples pierced and breaks up with Matt.
By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, I noticed some additional
changes in my nipples - well, to tell the truth, not only in my nipples.
My nipples had gotten a little thicker and kind of puffy - and they had
turned a darker color, not black but a really dark brown. I really liked
the way they poked out from my chest and I couldn't keep my hands off of
them - constantly rolling them between my fingers and rubbing and
tugging on them. But something else had changed too, the tissue behind
my nipples was, well, thicker. So in addition to my nipples, I now had
these tiny mounds of flesh sticking out from my chest - maybe about two
inches in total.
Man, if I thought I was getting turned on by my nipples, Matt was
obsessed by them. The other night in bed he lay on his back and had me
kneel over him. He had his hand down in my crotch fondling me - which
felt pretty good. But what felt even better was that he asked me to
kneel down lower over him so that he could move his head up and lick on
my nipples and take them in his mouth and suck on them. That got me so
turned on that I finally came and then moved down to give Matt a
blowjob.
Around Christmas, Matt told me that he had a special present for me and
handed me an envelope. I eagerly tore it open and found that it
contained a gift certificate from the Chrysanthemum Tattoo & Piercing
Parlor. I remembered walking past the place as it was only a block or
two off campus. "So, what am I supposed to do with this?" I asked him.
He stammered for a minute or two and then blurted out, "Nipple rings."
"Nipple rings!" I said. "You fucking want me to fucking get my nipples
pierced?"
Matt looked so embarrassed that I felt sorry for him and, to make a long
story short, agreed to go over to the place with him, but just to look
at things - not to actually have anything done. But after we'd browsed
through the photos the guy had, and talked with him about the piercing
process, and actually looked at and held some of the different rings,
the idea didn't seem all that bad to me. So anyway, I now have a large
silver ring in each nipple. After the soreness went away in a couple of
weeks, I had to admit that the added weight pulling on my nipples was a
real turn-on. And when Matt played with the rings and rolled them around
with his tongue as he sucked on my nipples, that was all it took to
bring me to a climax.
Since I had done the "nipple thing" with Matt, I figured that he owed me
one, so I asked him to do something that I'd been thinking about for
awhile - stop using deodorant and showering on a daily basis. He kind of
looked at me like I was crazy but finally gave in. Within a week he had
developed this strong musky odor and when I snuggled up against his big
hairy body in bed, it was like being with some big wild animal.
NEAT!!!!!!!!!!
With Matt and I spending so much time just hanging around our suite, and
not really exercising or anything, and chowing down on pizza and soft
drinks crap like that all the time, when spring rolled around we both
realized that we had gained a fair amount of weight. Now, don't get me
wrong, we weren't unhappy about both of us gaining some weight as it was
a turn-on for both of us. In Matt's case, all the added weight had gone
right to his belly and the gut that had sagged down over his belt a
couple of inches had developed into a large roll of fat that rolled over
his belt and hung down a good six or seven inches. As the weather turned
warmer and he switched from heavier clothing to T-shirts, his weight
gain was very noticeable. His T-shirts were very tight on him and you
could clearly see his man-tits through the fabric and the bottom of his
T-shirts rode up and over his big belly so you could see this hairy roll
of fat bouncing up and down as he walked along. I don't know what was
more of a turn-on for me - sucking his cock or playing with his belly.
In my case, my weight gain had been in, guess where - my ASS! What had
been a nicely rounded rear end had turned into two large buttocks that
stuck out a good six or seven inches and wobbled and bounced as I walked
along. My waist had also expanded and my upper thighs had gotten larger
and now rubber together as I walked. I mean, this didn't bother me and
the feeling of my ass wobbling and bouncing up and down was a real turn-
on. And Matt? Well he couldn't keep his hands off of them. Even when we
were walking along a pathway on the campus, he'd have one of his hands
down on my rear end, rubbing and stroking one of my cheeks.
And when we were back in our suite, he wanted me to wear only one of my
thongs so that my big rear end was prominently displayed. I did have to
get some new pants. The low-cut jeans that I had been wearing weren't
"appropriate" for my new size. It was obvious to me several months ago
as I struggled into the largest pair that I had, that my rear end now
"ballooned" out above the waistband and I showed a good six inches of
the crack of my ass - and that was even before I bent over! Matt ended
up buying some stretch women's pants for me in a plus size that fit
pretty well - except that he had to go to a high rise so that my rear
end would be completely covered. I guess the stretch fabric left nothing
to the imagination as when we were walking to class the first time that
I wore them out of the apartment, Matt kept looking over at me and
chuckling.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Man, in those pants your rear end looks like a sack of grapefruit
rolling down a set of stairs," he responded.
"Yeah? And your gut looks like you're about fourteen months pregnant," I
responded, gesturing to the roll of fat that was bouncing around beneath
the bottom of his T-shirt. We both laughed.
A couple of days after that Matt had some lab project that he had to
work on after supper, and there was nothing good on the TV, and I was
getting tired of playing the same video games, so when Aaron called up
and asked me if I wanted to go over to the Gym and watch a basketball
game, I took him up on his offer. Now, the Men's Basketball Team isn't
really that good, but at least it got me out of our suite for a couple
of hours. I guess a lot of the other students were also bored that night
as the stands were pretty well filled up. Aaron and I had to squeeze
down a mostly-filled row to get to a couple of the few remaining seats.
As I tried to not step on anyone's feet, or trip and fall, I heard
someone in the row whisper, "Man, look at that wide load," and I knew he
was talking about me.
I didn't want any trouble so I just pretended that I hadn't heard him
but Aaron turned to the guy and said in a loud voice, "Shut the fuck up,
you asshole." The guy got red in the face and I thought he was going to
jump Aaron but his friends shoved him back down on the bench and nothing
happened.
"Thanks pal," I whispered to Aaron after we were seated.
"Hey, that's what friends are for," he replied.
I moved over a little closer to Aaron and, like, snuggled up to him just
a little. I was hoping that he'd put his arm around me but he didn't.
Well, other than my ass, I guess there was one other area where I'd
gained a little weight. We were in bed the other night and Matt had just
begun playing with my nipples when he said, "Man, these things are
getting really big."
"Huh, what?" I asked, reaching up and feeling one of my nipples.
"They're like, well, the same size they've been for months."
"No," Matt responded, "I don't mean your nipples, I mean your breasts."
I got out of bed, walked over to the mirror hanging over the dresser in
Matt's bedroom and carefully examined myself. I knew that my chest area
had felt a little different lately - like maybe there was a little more
weight bouncing around "up there" when Matt played with me, but I really
hadn't paid much attention to how my chest looked. As I examined myself
I realized that I'd developed breasts - not huge ones or anything, but
cute-looking breasts that stuck out several inches from my chest and
hung down in softly rounded mounds of flesh - each one capped by a big
nipple. I picked them up with my hands, feeling how soft and warm they
felt. Then I swung my body a little from side to side, noticing how my
breasts swung and bounced around a little on my chest. I was getting
kind of turned on by the latest additions to my anatomy but I wasn't
sure how Matt felt about them so I turned to him and asked, "Too big?"
"No, not big enough," he said with a laugh. "Come on back to bed and let
me play with them. Maybe if I suck on them enough they'll grow even
bigger."
"In your fucking dreams," I responded, but I did come back to bed and
Matt worked on my tits while I worked on his cock.
I guess I should mention one other change that's happened slowly over
the past six months or so - my cock and balls have gotten smaller. Well,
it's not like they've disappeared or anything, but they're about half of
the size they were a year or so ago. Even though I've been aware of the
change, it hasn't bothered me, in fact I kinda like it. When I first
started wearing thong underwear I kept having the problem of my cock
poking out over the top of my thong, or my cock or my balls popping out
one of the sides. And whenever that happened it was kinda uncomfortable
so I'd have to reach down into the thong and rearrange my cock and balls
back inside the thong to get comfortable again. And even when they were
covered by the thong, they made a really large bulge in it that I came
to dislike. But now that they're smaller, they stay nicely packaged
inside the thong and the bulge they make isn't nearly as big. While I
used to masturbate by stroking my dick, nowadays I get off by playing
with my nipples or by letting Matt suck on my tits.
I've seen Aaron around the campus a couple of times and we've smiled and
waived at each other. One time we went over to the Student Union and
chatted for a few minutes over cups of coffee - not about anything in
particular except that neither of us was sure what our plans were after
graduation.
Matt embarrassed me a little by a present he gave me in early April.
Well, I really appreciated the clothes that he gave me but a couple of
the shirts were a little, well, "extreme." Actually, they weren't shirts
but blouses. And they were kind of on the tight side. And the fabric
they were made of was pretty thin. The end result was that when I put
one on for the first time, I was really uncomfortable with the way my
breasts and nipple rings were clearly outlined through the tight, thin
fabric. Man, it was one thing to walk around our suite with my tits
bouncing and swaying when only Matt could see them. But it was something
else to walk around the campus and let the other students see what
endeared me to Matt. But Matt kept after me, and after me, and after me,
so after listening to his complaints for several days I wore one of the
new blouses to class. Man, did I get stared at - and not only by the
guys but by the girls! From the comments and whispers I heard, the guys
were turned on by the sight of my tits, while the girls were amazed that
I had gotten my nipples pierced and had these big rings through them.
"That must have been sooooo painful," was a common whisper. Well, yeah,
it had hurt a little at the time, but now that I was past the piercing,
I really liked the way the nipple rings felt as their weight hung from
my nipples. But it was kinda embarrassing to be stared at, and talked
about, like that so I really just wore the blouses around our suite in
the dorm, mostly.
A couple of weeks after the blouses, Matt bought me my first dress - as
an early graduation present. Now, I was more into jeans, and slacks and
sweaters, and more recently, blouses and I wasn't sure how I'd feel
about wearing a dress. But compared to the blouses it really wasn't all
that extreme - covered me up pretty well and came down to just below my
knees. The only thing that surprised me the first time I wore it was how
strange it felt to have the wind blowing between my legs and up onto my
ass as I walked along. But after wearing it around the suite for a
couple of days I got used to it and so when Matt suggested that I wear
it to one of the parties following our graduation in May I agreed. I
wasn't sure how the other guys would react to seeing me in a dress but
they acted like it didn't surprise them at all.
I got really mad at Matt at one of the parties. About fourteen of us
guys had gone to one of the local bars and gotten two large tables and
pushed them together over in the corner. We were just sitting there and
watching a football game on the large screen TV, and seeing what free
snacks we could talk the bartender into giving us. I was drinking white
wine but Matt was into shots of vodka that day. After a couple of hours
and what was probably six or eight shots he was pretty wasted. He'd been
bugging me to "dress nice" before we went out that day so I'd washed and
dried my hair, put on some perfume, and the tan dress that he'd just
bought me. As we walked over to the bar he had his arm around me and
that felt pretty nice so I snuggled up against him.
In the bar we were snuggled up against each other and after a shot or
two he put his arm around my shoulders and drew me even closer to him. I
was really beginning to enjoy this show of affection and wanted to slip
my hand down into my crotch and fondle myself but with all the other
students around I couldn't. All of a sudden Matt slips his hand down and
begins to rub my right breast through my dress. I didn't like that and
pushed his hand back up on my shoulder. I mean, its one thing for him to
play with my tits in private - but not in public. Things were okay for
another half hour or so, and several more shots, and then he slips his
hand down and rubs my right breast again. I tried to get him to move his
hand back up to my shoulder, but no deal, and I didn't want to make a
fuss in front of everybody, so I just sat there and let him fondle me,
and pretended that I wasn't sitting in this bar with a bunch of other
guys with Matt rubbing my right breast.
What was worse was that Matt was getting pretty excited and soon had his
other hand up rubbing my left breast, and then he unbuttoned the top
buttons on my dress, slipped his hand inside and began rubbing my bare
breast and playing with my nipple ring. I might almost have been willing
to put up with that but then he pulled my dress open even more, exposing
both breasts and leaned over and began to suck on the left one. By now
all the guys were staring at Matt, and at me, and trying to figure out
what the fuck is going on - well, other than the fact that Matt is
groping my tits in public - and I'm blushing bright red in
embarrassment, and finally I just got up quickly from the table,
stammered, "Uh, gotta go now," covered my breasts up as best as I could,
ran out of the bar and back to our room, crawled into my bed and cried
myself to sleep.
I was so pissed off at Matt for what he had done to me in the bar that I
totally ignored him for the next two days, and after that it was time
for us to clean out our rooms and head off to our homes or summer jobs
for the next couple of months. Finally, as we were turning in the keys
to our suite, Matt turned to me and said, "So, keep in touch over the
summer."
"Whatever," I replied and turned around and walked away from him.
(to be continued)
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