The party was even more boring than usual. It was the same people, having the same drinks, talking about the same things as all the other ones. The only remotely interesting thing to happen so far was a dark skinned woman who seemed to be wearing the wrong size dress, Christina thought to herself.
The other woman had been moving around the party in an evening gown that was clearly too large on top. She seemed to be looking for someone. Christina had no idea how the dress was even staying up.
Finally the woman seemed to notice the busty redhead standing off by herself and made her way over. Christina’s eyes widened as she noticed how attractive the woman was, except for the misshaped dress.
“Pardon me, but I wonder if you could help me?” the woman asked in a low, but beautiful voice.
“Um, how so?” Christina asked, clearly intrigued. The redhead tried to avoid looking down at the sagging top of the other woman.
“It’s my dress. I need some help getting it to fit,” the woman said, a mischievous smile coming over her lovely face. “I think I only need some help on the top part … specifically the bust. Would you be willing to … lend me some assistance?”
Thinking the woman meant maybe with helping pin the dress in the back or something, Christina said, “Sure. If I can.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” the woman replied, moving a bit closer and obviously staring at Christina’s ample cleavage.
Without warning the other woman reached up and began to gently massage Christina’s breasts through her form fitting dress. Before the voluptuous redhead could protest, a wave of pleasure came over her. Her nipples hardened and her mind began to become cloudy. It was harder to concentrate.
“Yes, I think you have plenty to offer,” the woman cooed softly.
Her groping began to become more a kneading, and the sensations of pleasure began to concentrate in a surge of warmth in Christina’s chest. Each powerful squeeze by the woman seemed to have a cumulative effect, and then suddenly Christina felt a deflating sensation.
Her breasts were shrinking! At first she could hardly notice. Her boobs shrank a little into her dress, her cleavage becoming a little less over the top. But then the change began to happen faster and faster. She was losing cup sizes with each panting breath.
When only about half of her formerly prodigious mounds remained, the other woman frowned. “Hmm, you’re going to be of less help than I hoped.” The woman’s dress was now a bit less oversized and Christina realized that her breasts were actually not just shrinking – they were transferring to her groper! “Still, I guess I will need it all and then to find another helper.”
Christina’s boobs slipped rapidly through the last cup sizes in the alphabet, falling from C’s to small B’s, and then right through the A cup range. Every bit of her remaining little buds then shrank away, leaving only an insignificant pair of nipples and a hopelessly ill-fitting dress.
With a dramatic sigh, the woman looked down at her own chest and saw that it still didn’t quite fill out her gown. “Well, you did as much as you could dear, but I’m going to need to find someone else to pick up where you left off. Thanks again!”
Christina just gaped after her for a moment, then looked down at her flat, featureless chest. When the realization that she wasnt’ going to turn too many heads any more hit her (along with how awful her dress made her look), she began to tear up and quickly ran for the exit.
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