[SPLOTCH11]

The next day I returned at 8 in the morning. I had taken care of business (ahem) at home, and felt more ready to be in Jane's bare presence.

Without knocking I slid the door open. The blinds had been closed, of course. I pushed through them. There was Jane, still sleeping. Well, she might actually be passed out. I saw her vodka on the coffee table, now two thirds empty. She was sprawled out, still totally nude on the couch. She was face down, butt up.

It was the first time I'd ever seen her butt bare. It was huge! It stuck off her small frame, belling out like two white volleyballs. It jiggled as she breathed. She had a plainly visible tan line, each cheek going from pale to paler. She was face down, one leg on an armrest, the other d****d off the couch. Not the most dignified pose. I studied her massive butt for a moment longer before I whipped out my phone and snapped a picture.

Jane started to stir. I hurriedly put my phone away.

“Ohh, my head...” She moaned. She rose slowly. She seemed unaware of her nudity, dragging herself into sitting position.

That's when I saw them.

Her breasts. Her tiny breasts.

The D cup of appearance was gone. In it's place was two small tear drop shaped swells. Probably an A cup, though really I don't think she'd need a bra. There was no cleavage, just two perky swells off a bony ribcage. They were tiny! Except her nipples. Those were tiny. They were huge! Perky pink points that rose off each breast, excitedly pointing upwards and waving around.

Jane threw her hair out of her face and looked at me blurry eyed.

“Oh. It's you.” She said dryly. I didn't respond. The sight of her chest left me speechless. Jane looked at me, eyes streaked with smeared makeup. She saw that I was looking down at her and she followed my gaze down to her bare body.

“OH MY GOD!” She yelled, seeing her bare and exposed form. Her small breasts, free and unencumbered, swaying wildly. Stomach pinched from slouch, with several rolls. That mound of hair plainly visible on white hips, pressed between juicy thighs. For one more second she sat, totally naked. Then, as if she remembered I was there, she screamed and threw her hands over herself. One crossed over her chest, pressing over her nipples. The other over her crotch.

“Get out of here!!” She screamed.

“Well, you need me to get to your room and all your clothes.” I pointed out. “So you might want me to stay, unless you've decided you like spending all your time naked.”

“Well... well stop looking at me!” She screamed. She grasped a couch cushion and threw it over her torso. She looked so cute, body hidden by cushion, just little legs and spindly arms poking out. And her rosy face as well.

I didn't even respond to that. I set a coffee and bagel in front of her. “Looks like you had a party last night.” I said, gesturing to the vodka.

“I... I couldn't relax.” She said, “Every sound I was worried was a person about to see me! All because YOU took my clothes!”

“Well, you might want to get used to that.” I said.

“What?!” She screeched angrily. “You're never seeing me naked again you pervert!”

“Well unless you want that video of you playing with yourself online, plus some new images I got, you'd better do as your told.”

Jane opened her mouth, then closed it. She had nothing to say. My blackmail was still in place, preventing her from doing anything in return. I looked at her, naked embarrassed and frazzled one more time.

“Well, I'll unlock your room.” I said. “Then I'm going to go.” I stared at her for last moment, soaking in her body. Enjoying my revenge. I wasn't a wrathful person normally but she'd gone too far. She had escalated things to this point, and now she had to live with it. She stared up, naked and helpless and altogether adorable. Hugging a cushion to her body, bare limbs showing regardless.

So, I decided to get one last potshot before I left.

“I see why you started those rumors.” I said, pointing at her covered torso. “After all, it seems like you're an expert on 'small' body parts.”

Jane's jaw dropped. She had guardedly never been spoken too like that before. She looked completely shocked. Then, her expression changed. Her eyebrows dropped in rage. Her wide eyes narrowed and her open mouth curved into a rage filled grimace. She was livid!

“You son of a b*tch!” She screamed, jumping up while keeping the cushion over herself. “NEVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN OR I'LL... I'LL...”

“Yes? What will you do?” I asked. I knew she had no recourse. She was helpless, despite her outrage. For me it was a perfect reversal.

“I'LL.... I'LL...” Jane sputtered angrily. “JUST GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!”

“I already said I'm going.” I backed out the door, getting one last look at her bare arms and legs, her red cheeks, angry pinched face and frazzled hair before I was out the door.