Itty Bitty Titty Club

Fbailey story number 184


The Itty Bitty Titty Club


My wife Jane was shocked that I wanted to join “The Itty Bitty Titty Club” and that I would force her to go with me. The truth was that I couldn’t join without her. After all she was the one with the credentials. The club only accepted girls who were an A-Cup or less.

To see if you can join the club you need to measure your wife to determine her correct bra size. First you measure around her ribcage directly under her breasts and then you add five inches to that number. Since bras only come in even sizes if your number is odd, add one to it to make it an even number. The next measurement goes around the chest over and including the fullest part of her bust, which is usually at the level of the nipples. Now subtract the first number from the second number. If your answer is zero to a half-inch her cup size is AA, if your answer is half to one inch her cup size is A, however if your answer is over one inch she doesn’t qualify as a member of the club. My wife’s answer was three-quarters of an inch so she would qualify at 34-A.

Now this doesn’t work in England because their cup sizes are not the same as ours are here in America. Why they add a letter escapes me. Maybe they like to think that their breasts are larger than they really are or something. I know that my wife’s dress size can vary considerably from one store to the next.

American bra size English equivalent
32A 32B
32B 32C
32C 32D
32D 32DD

The woman that I talked to on the phone told me that my wife would have to go through the measurement check-in to enter just like all of the other women do before each gathering. She would also have to remain topless all night long. She said that the women usually wear pants or skirts and a T-shirt when they first arrive. She also told me that my wife wasn’t to wear a bra during the day either so that there would be no strap marks to show.

When I told Jane about the topless part she was not at all pleased. She really loves her padded bras. Even though she hates her small boobs, I love them. Like they say more than a mouthful is a waste.

Well when that Saturday arrived I had to beg and plead to get her into the car. She looked fantastic in her tight blue jeans and a T-shirt that finally allowed me to see her natural breasts and her hard nipples. That is a rare thing for me to see.

When we arrived at the address at two o’clock it was a private estate with a guard at the gate. He checked off our names on his list and told me to drive up to the house and see Mary.

Mary was waiting for us, she was topless, and her tits were smaller that Jane’s tits were. Mary told Jane to leave her T-shirt in the car and for us to follow her to the backyard. As we turned the corner we saw about twenty topless women back there with their husbands. Suddenly Jane was happy. Mary took us to the measurement station. Jane was twenty-eight inches under her breasts plus the added five inches made her bra size thirty-three so one brought it up to a thirty-four. Then across her nipples she was thirty-four and three-quarters making her a 34-A.

Everyone cheered and welcomed us as new members of the “The Itty Bitty Titty Club.” At least three-fourths of the women there were smaller breasted than my wife was. For the first time in her life Jane felt big breasted.

Every man there loved small-breasted women just as much as I did. I was in heaven with twenty-one topless women to look at. Jane was even pleased to go up to every woman there and talk to her just so that I could stare at her Itty Bitty Titties. I had never seen Jane so happy about the size of her tits before.