Busty Tomboy Novels & Stories

Having this huge weird creature standing in front of me with his perfect smile, expensive clothes and warm hands absolutely made my tummy do things it never had before. Boys never paid attention to me, never. Okay so I had been carrying some baby weight for about 14 years longer than I should have, and she-wolves are always fit. I was also shy as could be, I was raised by my dad and he didn’t exactly know how to teach me to be girly. I was a non-athletic tomboy basically. My hair was always a mess, I didn’t know what to do with make-up. I didn’t dress up and I was the definition of a klutz. I convinced myself a spinster cat lady was probably going to be my path.

It wasn't always that way. Cassie grew up as the youngest of three sisters and never felt particularly great about her appearance. For the first 16 years of her life, she looked like a stereotypical awkward teenage tomboy. She wore baseball caps, baggy t-shirts and ragged jeans and could not have cared less about her appearance.

Tomiwa defended. "Ah, see this one! Shey na that big girl you dey call small girl? You'll be shocked at how many boyfriends this one get? I trust the boys of this century sef, they would have drilled a large hole in her! Abi you no see her fiftyfifty shoulder pad? Instead of you to allow me to cut those wings wey she get. Na that fine face and small bobbie (breasts) dey shack her!" Chris said giving me looks that scared the shit out of me.

“This.” Mia furrowed her brow. Tilly was holding a black top with a lace trim around the bust line. “That’s one of my old ones. From when he called me a freak?!” Tilly nodded. “I know. You can’t change everything about yourself for a boy, Mia. If he compliments you in this outfit you’re going to know he likes you for you…plus those jeans make your ass look great.” Mia couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles, which made Tilly laugh too.

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

This is where the flash of dreams, failures, and fucking what ifs come in. I’m the equivalent of a blonde bombshell with brunette hair. I have large breasts, a slender waist, and a round face with huge green eyes surrounded by full, long eyelashes. As a young teenager, my attributes didn’t stop me from being a tomboy. Over the summer of my fifteenth year, my budding breasts exploded and my new breasts most definitely interfered. The boys themselves put the biggest damper on things. The same ones I played football with during weekend pickup games changed overnight. They made up sexual stories about me and passed them around high school as truth.

Tommy's heart was beating rapidly as he gave Billy's stepmother's right breast a squeeze, then slid his hand across to her other breast. "Oh wow," he murmured as the ample orb filled his hand. Encouraged by her lack of objection Tommy reached into the car with his other hand and grabbed at both her breasts. The young eighteen year old moaned softly as he fondled Sharon's huge tits, this was the first time he had ever felt a woman's boobs and he'd never imagined it would be such a wonderful pair that he'd get his hands on. Billy rested his hand assuringly on Sharon's bare thigh as Tommy groped at her tits, squeezing and mauling a little harder as he got into it a bit.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Andy embarrassedly touched her nose and suddenly became gloomy. “You don’t have to remind me of that. I know that I’m a tomboy with no feminine charm.” Seeing the carefree Andy suddenly becoming upset, Baby Robbie quickly consoled her. “Don’t be upset, Sis Andy. Truthfully, you look extremely feminine. As long as you put on a little makeup, you’ll be popular among thousands of handsome men.” Andy’s eyes lit up, and her confidence was boosted. “Really?”

A time when she wanted to be like every other girl, but then she was constantly bullied and in order not to be weak again, her defense mechanism built this new bitch attitude that made her more of a tomboy with every new day. She soon began to lose interest in girly things, the make-up, the dress up, the jewelry, the way she carried herself. She began to act more aggressive and had no time for those petty girly things; she didn’t even hang out much with girls as she believed that she was stronger without those things.