...lip;you really think they’re lovely?” She had always been slightly embarrassed with her body, that was the reason she kept it hidden under tomboy clothing.
Ben saw his chance. If he could bombard her with enough compliments perhaps he could escape this without further injury. Taking a deep breath he launched himself into his rant. “Of course. They’re gorgeous. At my size they’re the size of grandpa’s Winnebago. They’re two enormous sexy balloons of flesh and just looking at them is getting me sexually aroused. Their size, their shape. The size and colour of those nipples and their hardness; they are the most perfect specimens of preteen mammary’s that could possibly exist.”
Gwen stared down at him, almost dumbfounded. She had never heard anyone say anything so beautiful about her body before. Ben had never paid her so many compliments in one go before. Even if they had been delivered under the threat of pain they still reached her and made a smile spread on her face. “Oh Ben. Thank you.”
She loosened the grip of her fist and shifted and changed it. She pulled him in close, pressing him between her breasts in an extremely weird mismatched hug, sing her hands instead of her arms to hold him close to her body. Ben could hardly breath as he was squashed between the two fleshy mountains. They were a lot more firm than they looked...