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Boob Boy

Post by AB23 » Mon Jun 13, 2022 1:16 am

Here's another story by Huz that I found saved in my emails....

"I can’t believe you want to spend your birthday in the mall,” Alex scoffed. “How lame is that?”
 
              “Not my whole birthday,” Tyler countered. “It’s just something fun to do for a few hours, all right?”
 
               Alex rolled her eyes. “You’re more like a girl than I am.”
 
               Still, Alex definitely preferred hanging around Tyler to spending time with silly, self-absorbed girls. She and Tyler had been best friends since they were eight years old, almost six years now. Alex had no time or interest in romantic relationships or dating, and apparently neither did Tyler. They were simply friends, and Alex liked it that way.
 
               Tyler scratched his messy hair and bit his lip. “Ah whatever,” he laughed. “Hey, let’s check out this place,” he added, pointing a toned, tan arm toward a flashy toy store.
 
               Alex laughed. “Seriously? A toy store? How old are you? Five?”
 
               “I want to see if they have any new Magic cards,” Tyler said.
 
               “Oh geez,” Alex said, rolling her eyes again. “You are so impulsive.”
 
               “Come on,” Tyler said, flashing her a toothy grin. “Loosen up, Boob Boy.”
 
               ‘Boob boy’ was his nickname for her ever since puberty struck her over the summer. He jokingly explained he couldn’t call her a tomboy anymore.
 
               “Don’t call me that,” she grumbled, but secretly the name thrilled her. She didn’t want to explore why.
 
               “Nope,” Tyler joked.
 
               Into the toy store they went. Kyle headed straight for the trading card rack near the front of the store. Alex wandered aimlessly through the store, totally bored.
 
    She eventually meandered into a secluded corner of the store, and growled to herself when she realized it was the doll section. She tripped over a box lying on the floor. The packaging had been torn open, so her accidental kick knocked the contents out onto the floor: a Shrinky doll and an outfit. The doll couldn’t have been taller than six inches, some sort of off-brand Barbie doll with scraggly hair and a super anatomically-correct body.
 
               “Oh boy,” muttered Alex, twirling her own dark-brown hair between her fingers. “Don’t all dudes wish women were built like that.”
 
               Yet a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her about the similarities between the shapely doll on the floor, and the adolescent body puberty recently gifted her. She felt herself blush.
 
               Suddenly her world spun and nausea roiled in her stomach. She groaned, surprised by the intense attack of queasiness. She waited for the sensations to pass, but they only worsened. She doubled over and moaned loudly.
 
               “What’s going on?” she asked slowly.
 
               ..........
 
               The dark-haired, blue-eyed teenager continued to groan and moan in her bent over position for many more minutes. Then, impossibly, her body itself began to evaporate. Her head and arms dissolved into dust and then into invisible, microscopic particles. Less than a minute after the process started, she disappeared from view entirely. Her clothes collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
 
               For several minutes, nothing happened. Then, slowly at first and increasing in speed, a tiny mound shifted and wiggled beneath the discarded blouse on the floor.
 
               .........
 
               It took Alex another full ten minutes of huddling on the cold store floor, with only her head poking out the sleeve of her oversized blouse, before she accepted the horrible, uncanny truth: She’d become a Shrinky thanks to the Shrinking Virus.
 
               She’d heard about the Shrinking Virus on the news of course. Almost everyone was aware of it. Traced by scientists to a stray meteorite, the strain of retro virus spread to half the world’s population within two years, and finished spreading one year later. Everyone became infected, but only one in a thousand people showed symptoms. And what horrific symptoms! The virus created a miniature, roughly six-inch-tall duplicate of the host inside the host’s stomach over a period of days. Once the process neared completion, the virus mapped the infected person’s neural pathways onto the brain of the duplicate, and then the host body collapsed.
 
               Alex ran through all this medical news jargon in her mind as she held the blouse fabric tightly. She began to hyperventilate, breathing faster and faster. My world is over! My life is over! I’m a freak now, a tiny little freak! Why did this have to happen to me? Her head spun again, this time from lack of oxygen.
 
               Hold on, pull yourself together Girl! Don’t transform into a nervous wreck. You’re stronger than this.
 
               She managed to slow her breathing. Finally she decided she needed something else to concentrate on.
 
               Clothes. I need new clothes.
 
               Instantly her eyes locked onto the doll clothes strewn nearby.
 
               “Oh damn,” she hissed.
 
               ..........
 
               Five minutes later she looked down at herself in disgust. She now wore a pair of white shorts and a tight, yellow half-shirt that left her midriff bare and showed off a large swathe of her new cleavage.  She still wasn’t used to owning cleavage, and this was the worst situation she could think of to learn how.
 
               “This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening,” she muttered in rising panic.
 
               Calm, she needed to stay calm, she reminded herself. The next thing to do was get a phone to call her parents. She left hers in the car, so that meant asking Tyler.
 
               Hope surged inside her. Tyler, yeah, Tyler will help me.
 
               She glanced both ways down the shelves that now towered over her like walls of skyscrapers and barely stopped herself from whimpering.
 
               “Don’t be a wimp,” she ordered herself. “Just get the job done.”
 
               Taking a deep breath, she scampered across the floor.
 
               ..........
 
               She didn’t need to search long to find Tyler. The second she dashed out of the doll aisle, she collided with a sneaker wall and flopped onto her back, momentarily dazed.
 
               The gigantic face that gawked at her in shock from high, high above her head belonged to Tyler.
 
               “Holy hell! It’s a miniature girl!”
 
               He crouched down and squinted. Seeing a titanic version of her best friend terrified her, especially because of how fast he moved despite his gargantuan size.
 
               “Hey, hang on a sec... Alex, is...wow, it is you! You’ve become a Shrinky!”
 
               Alex started climbing to her feet. “Really observant, dumba—“ she started to say, but before she could finish, his right hand lunged out and snatched her off the floor.
 
               “Hey! Don’t!” she cried in enraged alarm. She wasn’t ready to be picked up and handled yet.
 
               He stood and brought her up to his face, sending wind rushing through her air and her stomach reeling. She screamed wordlessly in fright. When her vision cleared and her stomach settled, she noticed he held her by her hips.
 
               “I can hold you in one hand. This is awesome!” Tyler said, grinning.
 
               “Tyler, will you please put me down!” Alex shouted at him, squirming in his grip.
 
               He appeared not to hear her request. “Wow, nice outfit,” he breathed, eyes trained on her chest.
 
               “Shut up!” Alex yelled. “I’m lucky I was able to find any clothes period.”
 
               Why is he acting like this? Doesn’t he care or understand how traumatic this is for me?
 
             “Listen Tyler,” she said anxiously. “I need to use your phone to call my parents.”
 
               “Oh, bummer,” he replied. “I left mine at home too.”
 
               “What?” Alex cried in despairing disappointment. “Damn it, why did you do that?”
 
He shrugged. “I guess for the same reason you did.”
 
She shifted in his grip and glared up at his giant face. “Whatever. Look, I need you to take me home.”
 
His brow creased, and he appeared to be deep in thought.
 
“Okay, yeah,” he said.
 
Her body sagged slightly in relief.
 
Without any warning, his hand suddenly swung to the side. She yelped in surprise. He yanked open his shorts pocket and held her above it. His fingers opened, dropping her into his pocket like a trinket, without any fanfare or explanation.
 
She did her best to calm her breathing and still her pounding heart, while Tyler’s pocket swayed in time with his steps.
 
.........
 
Ten minutes and a violent, bumpy ride in Tyler’s pocket later (due largely to him riding his bike, she was sure), Tyler’s fingers dove into the pocket, grabbed her, and hoisted her out.
 
She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. When they did, her stomach roiled anxiously.
 
She expected the familiar objects of her house to appear monstrous and nightmarish at her new size, like everything else had, but Tyler’s surroundings did not match the décor of her home; they matched his.
 
To be specific, she recognized his bedroom, where she’d spent many hours playing X-Box with him.
 
He stood in the center of the room, surrounded by walls plastered with super hero posters. Dirty laundry lay strewn over the floor and his bed. His X-Box system and TV stood in one corner of the room.
 
“Tyler,” she called worriedly. “Why are we here? Why aren’t we at my house?”
 
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the floor. The movement rocked her body. He held her in front of his face. She could feel his warm breath on her face and the exposed skin of her cleavage, midriff, and legs.
 
“Tyler? What are you doing?” she demanded, squirming in his grip on her hips.
 
He grinned. “Loosen up, Boob Boy. I thought we could have some fun before I take you home.”
 
Hearing him call her that name used to secretly thrill her. Now it terrified her.
 
“I don’t want to ‘have some fun!’” she shouted. “I want you to take me home!”
 
He snickered. “I think you’re too small to argue.”
 
Her eyes widened in indignant rage. “What?”
 
His fingers adjusted their grip on her. Before she knew it, he held her by her sides, pinning her arms in place and leaving her body exposed.
 
“Tyler!” She grunted and strained to free her arms. “Don’t!”
 
“Come on Alex. We’re friends aren’t we?” he said. “I’ve...started to get real curious about girls. And then this summer, you, like, bam! You filled out and you grew some boobs. And ever since then I’ve really wanted to feel you up.”
 
Alex couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Or could she? She remembered now the sidelong glances Tyler gave her lately whenever he thought she wouldn’t notice. The way his eyes seemed to trace her body up and down for a split-second every time they met up. She realized she’d been doing the same to him, trying to ignore her interest in his strong calves and toned arms, or taking quick peeks at his butt when he turned his back.
 
No, this couldn’t be happening. She wanted to stay friends.
 
“Tyler, look, I know you’re curious, but can we please just talk about this later?” she said. “Let me talk to my parents and get some help.”
 
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” Tyler assured her. “I just want to touch a little, that’s all.”
 
              Alex’s heart pounded in horror when she saw his free hand glide closer to her. His thumb and forefinger extended and aimed for her chest.
 
               “No! Tyler, I don’t want this! Stop!” she cried.
 
                  He paused, fingers a hairsbreadth from touching her chest. To Alex’s disbelief, his facial expression looked annoyed.
 
               “I’m only having a little fun. Don’t be so uptight.” A trademark toothy grin suddenly spread over his face. “Loosen up, Boob Boy.”
 
Then his forefinger and thumb squeezed her breasts together in her doll blouse.
 
“No!’ she shrieked.
 
She writhed in his grip and thrashed her legs, but she was helpless to stop him.
 
His eyes widened, his eyebrows rose, his pupils dilated, and his handsome face split into a goofy, pleased smile as he began fondling her breasts. He alternated between poking them and squeezing them together between finger and thumb.
 
Alex looked down, horrified by the sight of her boobs being squished between her former best friend’s fingers. The doll blouse did little to mask the sensation of their grooved tips on her breasts. Jolts of unwanted pleasure coursed sporadically through her body from his touch.
 
“Tyler, please, I don’t like this!”
 
He ignored her, apparently fully consumed with satisfying his pent-up curiosity about her body.
 
“N-no, no!” she moaned, closing her eyes and trying once again to pretend this wasn’t really happening.
 
Suddenly his fingernails clawed at the doll top. She felt pressure on her back and heard the fabric start to tear.
 
RIIIIIP!
 
“No!” she screamed.
 
The article of doll clothing tore away in his fingers, and her ample breasts bounced into the open air.
 
“Holy shit Alex!” Tyler breathed loudly. “Your tits are like the perfect shape ever! As good as the porn sites I’ve seen.”
 
He tossed her ragged blouse aside and his fingertips returned hungrily to her breasts.
 
She squealed and fought to free her arms as she watched him smoosh her boobs tightly together and begin playing with them in earnest. He jostled them, pinched them, and poked them.
 
More currents of sexual pleasure rocketed through her body. She looked up at the attractive, gigantic face leering down upon her and felt sudden arousal between her legs.
 
He’s so handsome, she thought, and he’s huge, and he’s touching my boobs!
 
She knew he was taking advantage of her. She was terrified, mortified, humiliated.
 
And somehow, for some frightening, mysterious, psychotic reason, she was also starting to get really turned on.
 
She leaned her head backward and a moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Tyler’s fondling fingers froze in place. Alex opened her eyes, and saw that he now stared at her with a surprised expression on his face.

“You really like this, don’t you?” he asked, grinning crookedly.

“No, no I don’t!” she shouted.
His grin became a smirk, and he began rubbing her breasts again, using his forefinger and middle finger. Instantly her body reacted, thrusting her breasts into his fingers and moaning again.
No, she thought, don’t give in Alex! Don’t let him use you like this! “Sure sounds like you do,” he said with a laugh.
His forefinger and middle finger rubbed more intently, pressing in on her ample, miniature breasts and grinding their fingertips acutely over her nipples.
“Tyler, no, please...,” Alex panted, then moaned again. “Oh...god...”
She could feel the grooves of his fingertips raking her nipples, and the sensation sent electric jolts of sexual pleasure through her body. She’d never experienced anything like this before.
“Hmm,” Tyler said.
She opened one eye to watch him, while she continued to moan and shove her breasts against his fingertips. She thought his expression looked amused and curious, with his tongue practically sticking out the side of his mouth.
Is this what I’ve become, she wondered, a helpless doll for him to practice boob fondling on? But oh, it felt so good!
She moaned louder and pressed her thighs together tightly, arousal burning between them. She found the rhythm of his rubbing and thrust her body in time with it. She felt her breast flesh jostling and jiggling and this only aroused her more.
“Wow,” Tyler huffed. “This is so hot!”
His fingers suddenly lifted off her breasts. She opened her eyes, ashamed at her disappointment.

But Tyler wasn’t finished. Still wearing a curious expression, he traced an invisible line down her bare stomach toward her crotch. Alex trembled. Then his finger parted her thighs and pressed deeply into the crotch of her shorts.
“Oh God!” Alex cried in pleasure.
She gripped his finger between her thighs and shoved her hips forward. His giant fingertip pressed against her womanhood.
Fireworks seemed to go off in her head, and the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced coursed through her body, exploding slightly painfully from her crotch and radiating throughout her muscles like liquid joy.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she exclaimed exultantly, back arced, bare breasts heaving. Was this what an orgasm felt like. “Oh God Tyler!”
Finally the pleasurable currents subsided and she collapsed in his grip, panting. Her vision spun and she passed out.
The worst part: she swore her mouth wore a lopsided smile just before she lost consciousness. ...........
When she woke up sometime later, the sunlight shining though the bedroom window hinted at late afternoon. She saw that she lay on a giant bed. She quickly sat up.
“Morning, Boob Boy,” laughed a voice above and behind her.
She spun around, and as she did so, she realized she was utterly naked now. Her doll shorts were missing. Tyler sat cross-legged on the bed, and he wore only a pair of boxer shorts. She gaped at his bare, toned, monolithic torso and her heart raced in both fear and excitement.
“Tyler, what’s going on?” she called.
He grinned playfully. “I really helped you out back there. I think it’s time you returned the favor, right?”
He leaned forward, and that’s when she saw the tent between his legs, pushing the front of his boxers upward. One of his hands floated toward her.
“W-wait Tyler, wait,” she begged, scared, scrambling and scooting away from him across the bed’s comforter on her butt.

His fist enclosed her and lifted her into the air. Grinning, he brought her closer to his crotch.
“This is going to be awesome,” Tyler breathed happily. “I’m so glad you shrank today, Boob Boy.”
~The End~
 

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Re: Boob Boy

Post by anaio10 » Wed Jun 22, 2022 7:08 pm

Thank you so much for finding and posting the story here. I find Huz's to be fantastic for the most part.

Could you post the others you have found, please? When I look on archive.org there are quite a few that have not been saved and cannot be retrieved.

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