Sam's Size Shortcomings. (Patreon)

"So in conclusion, girls..." Spectra said, wrapping up her presentation to the girls' P.E. class. "...Body image issues are one of the biggest issues facing girls your age. It's important to remember Everyone's body is different!" She smiled. Sam rolled her eyes. This whole speech was the kinda thing that the normal girls might need to hear, but she was more mature than that.

"It doesn't make you any less of a woman if you have a thicker waist, or skinny thighs, or, ahem, smaller breasts... It just might make it more difficult for some of you to find a boyfriend." She turned to exit, A faint, yet cruel smile forming on her lips.

"Now I'll leave you gals to get changed for P.E.!" She chirped on her way out, delighted in the seeds of angst she'd just sown. 

Sam, relieved the patronizing presentation was over, turned to her locker and started to change, eager to get P.E. over with. She peeled her black tank top off over her head but paused when she felt a presence behind her.

"It all makes sense now..." Said the familiar voice of Paulina behind her. "Spectra said your small tits are the reason you don't have a boyfriend!" 

Paulina's eternal satellite, Star, chimed in as well. "Yeah, our big racks are why we get all the boys..."

Sam groaned. "Not in the mood for this popular-girl nonsense right now."

Not content with Sam's refusal to engage, Paulina went for the proverbial throat. "I guess now we know why that loser Danny drools over me and never even looks at you!" 

THAT set her off. 

"Hey! Don't you dare talk about him!" Sam barked.

That got a laugh out of the pair of popular girls. Star piled on to the torment. 

"Just think, either of us could steal that dork away from you forever, all because we've got THESE!" In unison, the two lifted up their tops, causing four humongous jugs to flop out into the open. Despite the anger she felt, Sam couldn't help but stare at the sheer immensity. 

"And the poor little goth girl is stuck with THESE!" Paulina added as she yanked up Sam's bra, exposing her chest as well, though much more modest than either of her tormentors.'

"Yeah, no wonder you goth chicks are so miserable. I'd be depressed too if I had a chest that flat!" Star cackled at her own joke.

Sam looked down at her own breasts. They were like little tangerines compared to the watermelons the goddesses that stood before her had been endowed with. For the first time in her life, the once feisty, unflappable Sam Manson felt her cheeks flare red in embarrassment.

Realizing she'd been humiliated enough, Sam shirked away from Star and Paulina; her shoulders slumped in defeat and pulled her bra back down, unable to face them.

Now that they'd gotten the better of her as they intended, Paulina and Star walked away, laughing even harder at her expense. 

Sam finished changing and dejectedly walked to the dark corner of the gym where she normally lurked to avoid physical activity. Once alone, she slipped out her phone and pressed the search bar. 

With a sigh, she typed in "Ultra Recyclo-Vegetarian-friendly natural bust enhancers."