TITS FOR DIANA

BY WHIZBANG
a6969whizbang@aol.com

Lloyd was under the bar, trying to figure out the antiquated fountain system the place had come with. Somehow whoever put it in managed to run everything from one fountain. Beer, soda, water and seltzer, all of it.

Of course that meant screwy problems like bubbly soda syrup with little water. Not only would it taste terrible, but also it would be rather expensive after time pumping out pure syrup.

Wrenching and cursing, he banged his head as he heard someone enter, hoping they hadn't heard his little outburst, admittedly one of many that morning.

It was too early to be open, eleven wasn't a time normal people wandered into the bar.

"Fraid we don't open until three," He shouted, as loud as he could, then returned his attention to his work.

Diana heard, but she wasn't going to listen. Clad in a fairly typical outfit for one her age, jeans in a basic blue, a Hello Kitty t-shirt, the outfit ending in a pair of pink trainers sans socks, she looked rather out of place in a bar. She'd tossed her stuff into a duffel bag and the bag into her bike basket for the ride over and, a summer ride while not bad, wasn't one to do without a good reason, after all, there was a pool that was more attractive on a day like today.

Moving to the bar, she had to climb up on a stool and lean over to see Lloyd kneeling behind, working.

"I need to talk to you about saline injections, our group had to leave before your demonstration, and some of the girls were curious." Said Diana, waving the flyer she had brought with her.

Lloyd was busy, and he really didn't want to be bothered. It was nice knowing someone had gone to all the trouble to come here for a demo, but those weren't given out lightly, after all, he was a busy man... really.

Leaning back from his work area and looking up, it hadn't really connected that the voice didn't sound right, nothing really sounded right in the limited space under a bar. Going from knees to crouching and leaning back on his heels, he peered up further.

"Yeah? Make an appointment I'm..." He started to say, his words cutting off sharply as he fell backwards against the base of the bar back, rattling some of the bottles on it. "Get out of here kid" He continued, "This is a bar, you know the kind of trouble I could get into here? Who gave you that flyer, one of my 'buddies' from the society? Or that damn Puritanical city council?"

Diana drew herself up to her full, and attired as she was, not very impressive four feet and two inches of height.

"I am Grand Mistress Diana Evans!" She declared.

Lloyd rose to his feet, looking her in the eye, at least as best as he could!. "Right, and I'm the Wizard of Oz," He said.

To be honest though, he was having second thoughts, even the many members of the Hieronymous Society that disliked him wouldn't have given her that title, they respected titles, perhaps a bit too much if you asked him. His anger from his not too successful fight beneath the bar was clear in his tenseness, although it was softening as he tried to work something out in his head, an inkling of something, a memory escaping him.

Diana looked at him for a moment before realizing that, dressed as she was she was not apt to cut a particularly formidable pose. Hefting her duffle, she looked around the room.

"Where's your ladies room?" She asked, "You probably don't recognize me without my leathers."

Rubbing his eyes, Lloyd looked at her, almost having wished that she'd disappeared when he did that. After a rather pregnant pause he finally responded.

"I told you, no kids, no how. You wanna prove it? Better have something more than a costume, anyone can get one of those." He told the little girl standing in front of him. Although he knew better than that, a proper Dom outfit isn't something you'd find in any costume shop.

Reaching into her bag, Diana pulled out a gilded riding crop and a heavy leather belt, the official symbol of office for members of the Grand Council of the Heironymous Society.

"How many kids have these?" She asked, with a steely look in her eyes.

Licking his lips, Lloyd tried to smile gamely.

"Ummm, anyone that'd taken them from their parent's bedroom," He muttered, the excuse rather lame, a grasping at straws for his own sake as he tried to wrap his mind around the concept of a pint sized Dom that was nowhere near old enough for this place or the things she spoke of, and to avoid the apology rank and privilege would require of him.

"My parents don't know about this yet." Diana stated, shaking her head. "I can understand why you'd be skeptical, I'm twenty-five years younger than the next youngest council member." She continued smiling at him, "We freaked out more than a few people last Saturday I think."

Lloyd nodded his head, doing a rather good imitation of a bobble head doll.

"Yes, I can imagine so, and you're quite a bit younger than anybody I'm used to meeting. My apologies." He chuckled, straightening up, "So how may I help you today ma'am?"

"Some of the girls were curious about your demo that we missed, and they've been talking about it, wanting to know more about it," Diana told him. "As Grand Mistress, I'm responsible for making sure it's safe."

"Umm, yes, of course, I understand," Came the reply "Very responsible for you're umm, age. We've a few hours before opening, so I could do a demonstration, but of course I'd need a victim. You didn't bring a sub with you?"

"Well, I am responsible for the safety of the others and I think I can best evaluate this if I have it done on myself first. If I feel what it is like, I know who can take it." Diana replied, shaking her head.

"Well, its not exactly proper, not that I've ever stuck rigidly to roles..." Lloyd said, frowning.

He looked Diana over slowly, thoughts percolating in his brain, he'd done temporary enhancements before, but never the actual creation that he would with her.

"How do you feel about getting shots from the doctor? This'll be close to a dozen shots." He asked the little Dom.

"Well, I have a high pain tolerance, not as high as Wendy's of course, but nobody else is like that," Diana said, chuckling, "She's unique."

He knew who she was talking about, the girl was famous... perhaps infamous was a better word; she broke a record, a truly long-standing one. Actually she didn't break it, she shattered it, something that wouldn't be forgotten easily. Walking out from behind the bar, he grabbed a rag and wiped his hands off on it.

"She'd better be careful, playing tough is likely to get one hurt. Now, if you want to do this, let me lock up the front door," He told her, giving her time to beat him to it should she have changed her mind. Reaching out to lock it, he turned to her, "One thing, private demonstrations cost, I get to make another non-permanent modification of my choice to you. Whatever I choose, you get no vote, that's the price, take it or leave it."

Diana climbed off the stool, looking thoughtful.

"As long as it's not permanent, my parents don't know about this yet." She stated, nodding as he latched the door.

"Don't worry," Lloyd replied, "The Council would like to see me and my bar fall off the planet, so even if the society has accepted you, I don't need to get caught on this, fascinating as it'll be. Definitely nothing permanent."

Walking past her, he gestured for her to follow. With the house lights up, it was easy to see in the dingy hallway where five doors awaited, one decorated with a restroom sign, another with office and private signs. The last three weren't marked, but as he swung open the second door on the left, she saw a compact traditional dungeon. Unlike most kids her age, Diana didn't seem surprised at what she saw.

"Not bad," She said, "we have a bit more, but your’s is fancier."

Smiling, he thanked her.

"If this place were bigger, and I was younger, I'd have more, I once ran the best fetish in the region, before I decided to retire." He told her "I particularly like the convertible cross here, I prefer using it in its double crossbar setting." Realizing he was running on, he stopped himself and turned to her, "But we're here for a reason, no? And the while that cross would work, the chair is far more appropriate," He continued, pointing to an interesting piece.

Calling it a chair almost seemed wrong, the thing comprised of a single tall back post, and two legs that sprouted from it at roughly a forty-five degree angle before bending down to the floor. There was barely enough parts there to call it a chair.

"I think I have some cuffs that'll fit you, and I want you in full sub mode, understand?" He ordered the child, fishing around in a nearby cabinet.

He brought over the cuffs, a small, nylon set with Velcro allowing almost infinite adjustment.

"Yes master," Diana replied as she stripped off her clothing, setting it on a nearby bench.

Naked, she was every bit the woman you'd expect of an eight year old girl. None at all. Free of any hair except her blond ponytail, her hips were narrow and her chest flat with not even a hint of development at her young age.

Her words sent a shiver down Lloyd's spine as he turned to see her naked, her body utterly innocent, the sight every Dom desires when they see a sub, a way he never thought he'd see a child. Holding out the cuffs to her he watched as she took them.

"They might be a bit loose, but they should do the job, you know how to put them on. If your group will be regular guests, I'll get some smaller ones made. The chair should work, though you'll have your legs sticking straight out obviously as its not made for a girl your size." Lloyd said while waiting for her to put on the cuffs, pointing to the chair as he spoke.

"I will have to remember to bring our own next time," She observed as she put on the cuffs. "We use dog collars that Victoria, Susie's mom, put extra holes in."

She climbed onto the chair when she was done. Lloyd nodded.

"That would work, or I could get some more small cuffs and have some extra Velcro added, just isn't something I ever thought I'd have to deal with." He told her.

From a nearby basket he grabbed a few karabiners, linking them to her ankle cuffs, making a chain that wrapped around the chair's legs, trapping hers wide spread and very vulnerable.

"Ok, raise your arms," He ordered her. But instead of reaching for her wrist cuffs, he reached for the eyebolt on the upright, lowering it, glad that the maker had used bar stock with holes down the entire length, making it easy to secure her hands above her head.

With a wiggle, she made sure she was well secured.

"Been a while since I've been bound." She told him.

He smiled at her.

"Has it? What were you last bound for," he called over his shoulder as he walked towards the door, calling back, "Hold that thought."

While Lloyd retrieved his supplies from where they were kept under lock and key in the office, Diana had time to get comfortable before he returned with a large syringe, a bag of clear liquid, an IV stand, and some disposable alcohol pads. Tearing open one of the pads, he smiled and looked her over.

"Ok, I'm good to go, are you ready?" He asked.

Diana gulped loudly, her eyes wide as she looked at the needles, perhaps a bit less confidant now.

"That stuff is sterile, right?" She asked, pulling herself together.

Lloyd smiled, this was off to a good start.

"Good question," He said using the pad to wipe her chest above her left nipple, "Most definitely, its dangerous otherwise." He continued, taking up the syringe, "Now, this is actually a very easy process, though it might be a bit uncomfortable for you."

Plunging the needle into the bag, he pulled back on the plunger, drawing the fluid into it. Pulling the needle out, he squirted a bit out to make sure there was no air.

"Ok, getting the syringe filled is step one." He declared

Diana nodded.

"I thought you would probably use sterile," She replied, "You seem to be real careful." Her eyes were stuck on the syringe, "That looks a bit scary."

He nodded, acknowledging her statement.

"You have to be careful if you're playing with sharp stuff, especially needles." He told the little girl, "Now, I know this looks scary, and it could even be dangerous if I was inclined, but you wanted to learn, right?"

"Right, let's do it." Diana replied.

"Ok, step two is simply, we insert the needle just a little bit under the skin," Lloyd told her.

Lloyd gently inserted the needle under her skin above and just off center of her nipple. He was very careful to just ease the needle in, since she hadn't even a hint of breasts yet.

"Now, take a deep breath, you'll feel some pressure, and it might burn a bit as we'll be forcing water under the skin. Now, there's plenty of things you could use, but the safest is this," He continued, easing the needle out after the first injection, then moving it to the other side for another.

"Sterile medical grade saline solution. Basically very clean tears, it'll absorb into the skin in just a couple hours or so leaving only a small needle mark." Lloyd pointed out

Diana grimaced with each injection.

"Sounds good to me," she replied, breathing a bit harder. "Safety is important. We make all the boys use condoms if they fuck, even Bobby. We decided that after Toby came in me the first time we fucked, we didn't think he could."

Finishing up the injection, Lloyd almost dropped the needle, though whether it was from finding out that the girl was sexually active, or how casually she used the F word, he was not sure. Picking up another alcohol pad, he wiped each side of where her breasts would be, doing the next two injections, while they chatted, her chest started to swell just a bit.

"Up to a bit more than bondage are we?" Lloyd said, "Now, this should be a bit itchy by now, but we're almost done on this side," He continued, reaching for another pad. "On a grown woman, the size increase would be less noticeable than the firmness, but I think it'll be quite the opposite here."

"Oh my sister freaked out! "Diana told him, "We had promised Darla we would not fuck until we got older, but we had been doing oral sex for a while, so one day just before our birthdays, me and Toby did it."

Easing the needle into her chest under her nipple, Lloyd frowned.

"Aren't you a bit too young for these games," He asked while looking at his work before moving the needle to the opposite side, "Well, two more injections, and you should have at least a hint of a breast here," He told her as he moved the needle to the side, perfectly in line with her nipple for another injection. Finally he moved to the inside, nodding as he finished balancing out that swell, "Seems puberty is coming early for someone, but it seems a touch lopsided. Nothing we can't fix with another half dozen injections."

"Well, I suppose we are," she replied, "But I'm one of the older ones! Susie, Tracie and Wendy are all five, Bobby is four and Cindy is two and a half. We have this thing on birthdays where the birthday kid gets bound and spanked," she relates. "Me and Toby have the same birthday, so they did us together. They were letting Toby out to spank me after he had been done; when Bobby did his massage thing on me and found out I was not a virgin any more and fisted me."

Lloyd chuckled, "Well, birthdays spankings aren't anything new, rather traditional actually, and of course I've added bondage to it, many of the Hieronymous Society have."

Wiping the top of her right breast before starting to line up the needle with it, starting to the outside and above her right nipple, he fumbled it.

"Fisted?" He said shaking his head, "And just what do your parents think of this?"

"I told you. My parents don't know it yet," She replied, the younger kids parents do, but the older ones do not, weird as that seems."

Running a hand through his hair Lloyd mused.

"Why do I think that I really shouldn't be getting involved with you?" He said giving a quick shrug, "But I'm not one to leave a job half done," He continued as he repositioned the needle, inserting it gently, giving a careful squirt in, careful to balance it with her left.

She chuckled.

"If people knew just how many kids are playing these games in this town, they would freak out! Counting Mindy, we have ten kids in the Tie Up Club, and Susie has a pony girl club with six in it." Diana stated.

Shaking his head, Lloyd reached up for the bag, inserted the needle and refilled the syringe. Moving to the inside he continued on the same six point pattern, chatting as he worked, doing his best to be careful, moving more slowly as he strove to balance the budding breasts.

"I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing you kids getting interested in this stuff at your age. Tie up games are natural enough, but I've never heard of any kids going as far as you and your friends. Even if you are being careful, you really should tell your parents about it," He lectured, shaking the syringe at her between injections.

"Well, we want to, we are just trying to figure out how. Wendy's parents found out after she was on the Jimmy Kimmel show. Susie and Tracie caught Susie's mom and tied her up, and did the same with Bobby's mom," She told him. "We are probably going to have to have them catch mine and Toby and Tracie's too." She said, looking down at her new breasts, "Looks bigger than Darla's!"

Looking at her as he finished the last injection, he shook his head at that image.

"I find it hard to imagine you kids catching a couple of adults, but I suppose in numbers anything's possible for a bunch of innocent kids." He said, "How old is Darla? We could make them a bit bigger, but the itch and burn will be worse. And this won't last long, probably a couple of hours at most, but I can do it again anytime you'd like."

"Kinda too late now," Diana said. "How does that expression go... once the genie is out of the bottle? Darla is thirteen, we started the whole thing. She found some bondage magazines, and was trying to tie herself up when I came home early one day. I had found her stash earlier while looking for my hamster after she escaped, so I know what she was doing so I helped her. She likes being tied up, but can't stand the pain. She won't be able to stand this."

Lloyd grinned.

"Interesting, and your breasts are a bit small for that age, about that of an eleven year old I'd guess, though definitely higher and firmer. Hmmm, let's have some fun, I think I can do something about that, but it'll last a shorter amount of time," He stated, going off to a cabinet, returning with what looked like two jars without bottoms, but with nipples at the top and a hand pump with a hose hanging from it. "Ever hear of vacuum play?"

"No, not really," She said with a shake of her head.

"Well, it's simple," He told her, pulling a tube of lube from his pocket and spreading it on the lip of the jar, "I just press this down here," He continued, centering the jar over her right nipple and hooking the pump to it. Squeezing the pump's handle, he draw the air from the jar,

"This'll cause the blood to rush to your breasts where it'll get trapped, causing them to swell, making them bigger. It'll lose some of the swell when I disconnect it," He said, giving it a few pumps before disconnecting the hose, leaving the jar hanging from her chest. "Lets give that a bit of time to settle in while we work on my reward," he wenton, giving her left breast the same treatment. Grinning as he looked at her face, watching the young girl stare at his work.

"Neat, huh? This stuff is all easy to get, and perfectly safe, it'd take a strong man or an electric vacuum pump to do any harm. Now, this all looks well and good, small but firm, but with no real nipples, not that I can do much about that without making it hurt much worse. But I've something else in mind," He said with a smile, "Since its still you, we'll continue with the same needle," wiping it clean with an alcohol pad he pointed out. "Remember though, new needle for each person, got it?"

"Got it." Diana replied.

Topping off the syringe from the bag, Lloyd crouched down between her legs, reaching out to run a hand over her bare, undeveloped pussy.

"This should work." Lloyd declared.

Diana looked down.

"What are you doing now?" she inquired.

"You agreed I get a modification of my choice, so we're going to do a complimentary change," Lloyd informed her.

Smiling up at her, he eased the needle into the skin on the left of her vagina, injecting water in, much like he'd done to her breast. Carefully he moved the needle to the back, and then filled in the middle, fattening the skin alongside her pussy. The other side quickly followed, giving her a fatter more defined vagina, adding to the grown up look.

Displaying her nervousness at having an adult handling her there, especially as she couldn't see what he was up to, she asked, "What are you doing?"

Lloyd slapped his forehead, almost stabbing himself with the needle.

"Sorry... mirror, where'd I leave a mirror. Be right back," He said darting from the room, only to return quickly with a simple hand mirror.

"Ok, lets get these out of the way," He said, reaching for the jars, thumbs on the nipples to allow the air to rush in, "Deep breath," opening the valves, hearing her sharp intake of breath as the pressure was suddenly released. Setting them aside, he held the mirror between her legs, angling it, "See it? Won't last long, probably not even as long as your breasts, but its a perfect match, can't develop one end without developing the other. There, almost everything a thirteen year old would have."

Diana stared, something that brought a grin to his face as she tried to take on what had just happened to her.

"Whoa! Darla is going to be jealous as Hell," she announced, "and I can't wait to hear what Toby has to say!"

Laughing, Lloyd reached for her wrists, unfastening them from the ring, then removing the karabiner,

"Now that I'm done, would you like to or shall I do it?" Lloyd asked.

He was not surprised when she offered to let him do it; she was after all not the same girl that'd come in here, something that she needed to get used to. Crouching at her feet, he unfastened the karabiners from the rings, putting them in his pocket as he went.

As he stepped back, Diana pushed herself from the chair, standing there before it, looking at the improvements. A sly grin slid over her face as she picked up her pack.

"I have an idea," She said pulling an outfit from her bag. "Let's see the full effect."

Once Diana was standing, Lloyd began collecting the various equipment and putting it away.

"Awright, you get dressed while I put this all away," He told her, the need to clean up allowing him to offer her privacy as most of the equipment went into his office. A little while of putting things away, disposing of stuff and the like found him returning a good ten minutes or so later.

Diana was just pulling on her skirt, topping it with her vest. Along with the garter belt, thong and stockings, the vest simply added to the effect, supporting and displaying her tiny breasts, drawing attention to them, just barely able to cover them. Standing there in the doorway, Lloyd whistled.

"Jail bait!" He declared.

She grinned at him.

"Yup, thanks. Now for my make up," She said facing him, "you got a mirror in here?"

"In the bathroom." Lloyd said, stepping back into the hallway and pointing to the door at the end, Watching her walk down the hallway, sans hips and strut, she otherwise looked like she'd gained a good five years or more. Still standing there when she came out, now clad in her heels and makeup, she'd gained a g ood three inches of height and quite a strut. Looking like a miniature neo-Goth, he couldn't believe what he saw, a dominatrix, or a really good imitation of one, barely a hint of her true age in the way she carried herself.

"How would I look in the bar?", she asked him.

"Impressive, you'd have to beat off the guys with a stick. And some of the girls, and some would ask you for more." Lloyd answered.

Diana grinned at him.

"Wait till the other kids see me, Caroline is going to want to do this for sure now, and I know Wendy is going to want to do it too. Darla is too much of a wimp to take the pain though." She told him.

Lloyd frowned at her, trying to remember that she was a kid.

"Now, now, be nice, some subs are into the tying, not the pain. Some are the opposite, and some like anything and everything." He admonished her.

"If I came out in my street clothes, somebody might recognize me and want to know what happened." Diana said "Nobody will know it's me if I come out like this." She continued as she stuffed her street clothes into the bag. "And I know what you mean; it took a bit to get Wendy to stop teasing Darla. What finally did it was when Susie discovered that Wendy cannot stand being tickled and she went with Tracie and Bobby and jumped her. The three of them tickled the Hell out of her until she cried and told her they would do that again if she ever called anybody else a wimp. Saturday was the first time we ever heard her say she was hurt."

Lloyd nodded his head.

"Which is exactly why you shouldn't be referring to Darla as a wimp. As Head Mistress, you serve as an example of how they should behave." He told her.

"I normally do not call her that," Diana said, "She is my big sister after all, and I love her, but the fact is she hates pain, and I would not even consider doing this to her. Caroline likes to look like a slut, and I know she will love this, and Wendy is.. well, Wendy. She has to do anything that hurts, you can probably really pump her up, though you might have a problem with all her rings and chains."

Lloyd smiles, "There's only so much you can put in there I'm afraid. Rings?"

"She has them in both nipples, both labia and the top and bottom of her navel, didn't you see them at the convention? I have a feeling that for her sixth birthday she is going to want one on her clit. She tricked her mother into letting her have them for her fifth birthday." Diana told him.

Looking rather thoughtful he responded, "Hmmmm, could be interesting, but at her age, I'd think it'd be too small, though mind you, I could make it larger, but it'd be tricky. Besides, I don't think it’s a good idea until she's more developed."

"I was a bit busy getting things ready for the demo and staying out of sight" Lloyd replied. "Besides, whipping isn't really my thing, weights and stretching and stuff like this is."

"True, not much there right now." Diana said "Cindy is saying she wants her nipples ringed. First thing she does when she gets to the dungeon is pull her shirt off and put nipple clamps on her own nipples."

Chuckling, Lloyd shook his head.

"The two year old?" He asked, "Hmmmm, I'm surprised her nips are big enough for the clamps, let alone rings. Now, I need to be opening up, and I suspect you'd like to go show your friends your enhancements before they start going down, right?"

"Kid's nuts," Diana declared, "Almost as bad as Wendy! Don't be surprised if she wants these too," she said as she thrust out her new tits. "Thanks a lot, I appreciate your time, they look really neat."

"No problem," Lloyd said with a smile, "I'd be happy to meet the others if they'd like to try it, but you'll have to help pay for the supplies if this is going to be a regular thing," he shook a finger like a parent "And I'm drawing the line there, the answer is no, not until she's at least five," thinking this had to be the weirdest conversation of his life.

"No problem, just make out a bill, and we'll take care of it." Diana told him.

"Out of your allowance, right?" Lloyd said.

"And bottle refunds and odd jobs. Caroline is nine and she does some clean up work for the neighbors." Diana replied.

Lloyd was somewhat floored that his attempt to keep this from getting out of hand had fallen flat.

"Ummm, Ok, like I said, if it becomes a regular thing. I don't mind doing a few demos, but if you start coming here more often, then I'll need to charge." He told her.

Diana nodded.

"I understand this stuff costs money. Do you come to other people's dungeons, or just do it here?" She said.

"Well, your group won't use up much supplies, so I can be more generous here, especially when sharing with my fellow society members." He stated, scratching his chin, "Sometimes, but I don't think that'd be best, at least at first."

"Ok, I understand," she said, "but of course we will have to be careful when leaving, either we have to use make up to look older, Caroline and me can pull it off, or use real baggy clothes like with Wendy."

Lloyd nodded.

"I'd suggest the baggy clothes, it always seems to be the 'in' thing so nobody will notice. You could always leave by the back door to the alley, then no one will no where you came from as its shared with the houses behind here." He suggested

Diana grinned.

"True, but I think I look a lot older than eight right now." She pointed out. "Well, thanks again, I have to get to the dungeon now, and I know you have to finish up that 'fucking' drink machine."

That comment drew a blush from Lloyd as he heard some of his own words out of the mouths of a babe.

Escorting her to the front door, Lloyd tried to look stern.

"Watch your language young lady," He warned her before offering her his hand, surprised at how firm her handshake was, wishing her a good day as well.