Terry jumped just as his bra, and all boy's bras, began to change. Theyshrunk down and became lacy and satiny as they turned into push-up bras -each a... least a size too small.The boy's cleavages spilled from their revealing tops.Terry was thrown off balance by the weight jiggling on his chest andmissed his shot. It didn't make much difference. Brad was the catcher andI had weakened his bra-strap so that it snapped the instant he landed. Hegave a squeal and his hands flew to his unrestrained. I rolled and kicked at them, but it didn’t even slow them down. I don’t know how long it went on, but then I heard whistles and someone was pulling the dogs off of me. I felt a push from someone’s boot, and I was rolled over onto my back. I looked up into your face and began to plead with you, ?Oh please, PLEASE, don’t let them get me?. You just smiled down at me and said, ?you didn’t do very well, just over 45 minutes, I’ll have to run you more often to get you in shape?. I was sobbing and. " I'm toast," I sighed."What?" Please don't go around telling men that you wouldn't mind having their babies," I said.She looked shocked." I'd never do that!" she said."You just did," I pointed out.Her eyebrows rose, then relaxed."You mean your baby? That's different. You're special. If I could marry you, I would. I want to have your baby some day."I groaned."Maybe I should keep my clothes on while we snuggle," I said."No," she said, doubtfully. "I don't think so." Believe me, it would be. .. Please, don't s.. Don't stop... Make me... M-Make me blow..." I tried to beg between furious gasps and he answered, moving even further and faster. That something that was growing inside me simply overflowed in a trembling explosion that beamed through all my senses. And for the first time since I was a child, I cried. He stood and crossed my legs around him, lifting my limp and shivering body, then kissed me. I could taste what would probably be my own flavour mixed with his saliva and.