Little Susie's Chest Growths

Written by Uncle Pan

I was stretched out on my backyard lounger, my eyes closed, dreaming my day away. It was summer, school was out, all was right with the world. The only downside was that all of my neighborhood best buds were either off with their families or away at camp this week and so I was left with nothing to do but catch up on my reading. While stretched out flat on my back of course. My name is Buddy Blakely. Well, Buddy's not my real first name, of course. How many eager parents when confronted with the problem of naming their first born, would bless him with a fun name like Buddy? None, not imposing enough, it has to be something fancy like Bruce, or Blake. In my case it was both, but what heck kind of name is Bruce Blake Blakely? Sounds affected to the enth degree don't it? Like it should be the name of a law firm instead of a twelve year old guy. So what do you do when your parents let you down in the naming game? You give yourself a name, that's what. Of course, in this age where everybody wants to shorten everything to its lowest common denominator, my name becomes Bud. But what the heck? Bud beats Bruce or Blake for sure!

Well, as I said before I started off reading but to tell you the god's honest truth my mind gave out on reading after the shortest of whiles. One reason it shut down and my mind became a kind of random dreaming machine is because that gave me a chance to close and rest my eyes. But the main reason is that everything is changing these days. And that requires a certain amount cranial activity on my part while I try figuring out what's going on so I can attempt to understand and deal with it. And I'm darned if I can figure out all that's happening in me and why, although I'm trying my best. My friends are changing. My body is changing. My interests are changing. Everything around me is changing. I guess I ought to remind you, I just turned twelve.

What do I mean by changing? Well, my voice is changing, for one thing. It used to be high like a typical kids, now when I try to say something it's likely to come out quite deep, except every now and then when it suddenly goes from deep to screech. The screech can strike without warning too, and with me having no control over it whatsoever. And then there's girls. I mean, up to now they were no different from guys, as least in my book. But some of them are suddenly growing bumps on their chests, well, I know, what they're really growing are titties. And all of a sudden I'm self conscious around them, I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself with a capital F, even though I swear I never paid a bit of attention to that kind of thing before. And then there's this thing I've got growing down between my legs, and I do mean growing. You know, my dick. I mean its always been there for me to use whenever I needed to take a piss. But lately its been swelling up big and hard for no particular reason that I can see. Sticking out in my pants like a tent pole, and drawing all sorts of attention to itself. Obviously it's trying to tell me something but I haven't a clue as to what.

Like yesterday afternoon. It was the last day that all of us were gonna be together for a week or so, for this morning guys were off with their families or to camp. We was playing baseball. It was a sweltering day, and in order to get more comfortable all of us guys had our shirts off. Susie McGiven was playing with us as usual, she's twelve sneaking up on thirteen. She's just like one of us, plays sports not dolls, never seems to have much to do with her fellow girls, too busy hanging out with us guys. Anyway she kept her teeshirt on for the longest time, but the heat must have finally got through to her 'cause when she stepped up to the plate for her turn at bat she shrugged her shoulders, muttered a few words I couldn't hear, then pulled her teeshirt up and over her head, tossing it on the grass. Every guy's eyes like to popped out, turns out she's been hiding these two growths on her chest. I don't know where they come from, I mean I never paid no attention to her chest when she had her teeshirt on, but now. There was not a guy on that field whose eyes were looking anywhere but at that girl's chest. She had these two little hills growing under her nipples, they was like the size of little green apples, except they was stark white with a tiny pattern of blue veins. And at the very top what used to be penny-sized nipples have grown and taken on a new life looking just like wild strawberries. Damn, I drooled, I couldn't help it, I wanted to put my mouth on one and taste it something awful. ......(cont)



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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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