To be praised and cheered for being the greatest of beings in the world... but you're not.You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an in...ignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid. Boring in fact.The night of the party was upon us, as expected a few attendees fell away early, drinking far too much too quickly. Some paired off after finding partners and the rest of us mingled and slowly got inebriated. Almost every space in the house was taken up by couples in various stages of sucking, fucking or fondling each other. I was not partnered off at this party, my girlfriend was away visiting relatives for the weekend. As the night progressed we received the 1st visit from. " I protested."I know." she replied "It's much better - trust me."I still don't know how to describe what happened next -Okay I'll try.The rubbing continuing for a while and then... I started tofeel... lighter. Physically lighter. Was this an effect ofAmy's... massage? Okay so it seemed like a massage - goeasy on me.So I took a look at my right arm and it looked... slimmer.No make that smaller. Like I was shrinking. Which explainedthe seeming weight loss. I took quick looks all over mybody - it. It's just that, while we do carry items for girls that are ... well-endowed, you're so skinny that I think we only have maybe a handful ofstyles in your size." Oh ... is that all? That's perfectly fine," I replied, actually alittle relieved that I wasn't going to be subjected to trying on allthat many bras. Lingerie shopping might go a lot quicker than I'dthought it would.The attendant looked surprised by my upbeat response. "Well then I'llgo grab what we have for you. Okay?" Sure," I.