I Must Increase My Bust

I know the theme was Self-Conscious Pinup, but I just want to say to all the people reading this, you're fine just the way you are.  Don't let this dumb little prompt make you feel down.  Also "I Must Increase My Bust" by Lords of Acid is a ridiculous 90's song so don't take that seriously either.  Now onto Kulkum's blurb.

"Small" by Kulkum

“What’s wrong, Carrots?”

“Are my breasts too small?” she asked, causing the fox to raise his eyebrows as he watched her use her fingers to poke and prod at the firm mounds under the mostly unbuttoned shirt she wore.

The fact that it was one of his shirts, and the way she was moving her paws over her breasts, made his boxers tighten. That in itself was enough of an answer to the question in his mind, but he was a curious fox. A curious fox who already knew how to answer her question, but also one who liked to tease a bit before getting down to brass tacks.

“Why would you ask that?” he said, moving over to the bed to sit beside her. He put on his most supportive, comforting face for her, draping his tail around her and placing an arm on her shoulder while peeking down at the way her paw moved in a slow, circular motion. Almost as if she was trying to will them to be bigger.

“Because I know the sort of things males like,” she replied, looking up at him with a frown. A frown that she had trouble holding when she saw him staring at how her paw moved. “It’s not like I can wrap my luscious breasts around your cock and let you cum all over them…”

“Hey now, I remember cumming all over them multiple times,” he interrupted. “Not being massive, pendulous mounds of flesh makes that easier, in fact.”

A little snort escaped her, followed by a giggle when he placed his paw over hers and took over the motion, an action that was quickly rewarded with a stiffening of her nipples through the cloth of the shirt. Then a sweet moan and a little laugh escaped her when he tackled her to the bed and slipped his paws into the shirt to continue his gentle attack.

“And, being the size that they are makes them more sensitive,” he commented, an argument that she couldn’t counter as his paws caused all sorts of sensations to ripple through her. “Plus, you’ve got all the bootaaaay.”

Maybe it was the fact that he sang that last part in a sing-song voice, or the growl that followed it that made her feel better. Or maybe it was the fact that he spent the next hour proving just how sensitive they were, along with other, soon firmly knotted parts of her anatomy.

Either way, she decided that having small breasts wasn’t a bad thing at all as long as her fox appreciated what she had.