I MUST INCREASE MY BUST


Anonymous


Lisa and Jennie had been friends since high school.  They went to
different colleges - Lisa in southern California and Jennie in the
northeast.  They returned to Florida upon graduation, and Jennie was
shocked to see her friend's 'new' look.  Lisa had landed a job at home
in pharmaceutical sales, and while part of her new look was the blonde
hair and natural tan that is the typical 'California girl,' it was
obvious that she had taken her sign-on bonus and had her breasts
enlarged.  Both girls had natural good looks, and did aerobics to keep
slender young figures; but there had always been a natural competition
between these two friends, and while Jennie could not compete with the
height difference (Lisa was 5' 7" to Jennie's 5' 4"), she excelled at
school, and earned a slightly more lucrative position as a computer
analyst.  But her 34C bust line could not compete with the new Lisa.

Lisa's procedure had been simple.  She saw so many chesty women in
southern California, that she flippantly told the doctor to bring her
size 36B cup breasts out to a Double D.  She was delighted with the
additional attention her new look was bringing.  Besides, she knew it
would give her that extra edge over Jennie.

Sure enough, that summer after graduation found the 22-year olds at
the beach, and all eyes were on Lisa.  Her legs were long, tan, and
lightly muscled; her butt was firm enough to look great in a thong;
she had done sit-ups so that her abs showed just slightly, and her
bikini top looked deliciously full. 

She was a natural for Steve Bissett.

Both girls had always liked Steve in high school, but weren't 'mature'
enough for him: the most popular guy in the class.  Since then, four
years abroad had cultured Steve, and this - combined with his classic
good looks - made him the object of most single women.  But Steve just
couldn't get past his obsession with enormous breasts.  He could get
most any girl he wanted, but the ones he *really* wanted were the
feature 'big bust' performers who travelled the country, and appeared
in his favorite reading: 'Score Magazine.'  His advances to them were
always rebuffed - jaded as these women were by 'Stage Door Johnnies.'
Anyway, all it took Lisa was a mild flirtation with Steve, and her
four years of maturing - not to mention three cup sizes - secured her
position as his leading woman.  Which put Jennie into a jealous rage.

Throughout September and October, Lisa and Jennie hardly spoke to each
other.  Jennie worked out harder than ever at the gym.  Her legs and
butt became progressively firmer and tighter in the weekend Florida
sun - but every time she looked across at Lisa's bulging chest where
she sat next to Steve, Jennie became even angrier and more jealous.
'What is it with guys and boobs?' she pondered.  She resolved that it
was time for a change, and it would be to a bustier look for Jennie.

A chat with some girls on the beach who were dancers at the local
gentlemen's club convinced her that the man to see was one Dr Gary
Miller, Plastic Surgeon.  After the usual disclosure of risks and
evaluation of her candidacy, Dr Miller asked why a petite girl such as
Jennie with an already ample 34C-cup chest wanted an increase.  Jennie
lied and told the doctor something he would accept, and - after half
an hour of trying on different size forms - decided that a pair of
500cc implants would give her the 34DD bust she desired.

It had been two weeks since that appointment.  Jennie had the
procedure, and was allowed to fully resume her normal activities.  She
had to admit she liked these two large mounds on her chest.  They felt
amazingly full as she took them in her hands, and she loved the way
they bulged out from her body in gym clothes, even in the new tops she
was forced to buy.  And a tinge of excitement occurred as she saw
Steve walk into the gym that night.

Jennie made a beeline for him right away.  Steve looked at her, and
did a mild double take.  He was aware of the rift between his
girlfriend and Jennie - although not the reason why.  Still, he did
not flip head over heels as she had hoped.

"You're looking - healthy," was Steve's opener.

"Thanks! I've been working out extra hard - among other things. I
haven't seen Lisa at the beach - hear she put on some weight," glibbed
Jennie, trying to make the best of this one shot.

Steve's face lit up, "And how ...!"

Jennie was puzzled.  "Months of working out, my 34DD chest is so big;
everyone stares right at it. I can't even get bras at Victoria's
Secret anymore! And he's thinking about a fattening cow?"

The mystery was solved later on.  Steve was picked up outside the gym
by her former friend.  Lisa emerged from her yellow Mustang, and it
was apparent that the 15 pounds she had gained were mostly right on
her chest.  Not a radical change, but certainly enough to push her out
to a 36DDD.  The reality - the sheer, blind JEALOUSY of that moment
made Jennie dizzy with envy and rage; and the pressure she placed upon
herself made her pass out.

When she came to, something had twisted inside her brain, as can
happen between jealous women.  From that moment: her career, her
perception by others, even the caring interest of her family; all
faded into the background.  One resolution was clear.  A tremendous,
radical, FREAKISH change was on the horizon for Jennie; and she could
feel no end - NO LIMIT - to how massive this change ought to be.  She
called to set an appointment with Dr Miller after the New Year.

Just as someone with an eating disorder might put pictures of food and
thin people up on their walls, so Jennie collected every big breast
magazine she could find.  She clipped out photos of women - the
smallest of whom was Tiffany Towers.  She even bought back issues of
models when they were smaller - then pasted up similar poses of
'before and after'.  Looking at the transformation of Tommy Tatas into
Wendy Whoppers, she wickedly thought about her own much more massive
transformation to come.

By the time her late January appointment came around - she was far
beyond being merely obsessed. Jennie was fanatical.

"What can I do for you now, Jennie?" asked Dr Miller.

"I am not satisfied with my body image."

"Oh no! I knew I should have convinced her to go smaller," thought Dr
Miller. Secretly being a devout (but repressed) tit-man himself - he
fleetingly fantasized about an even larger Jennie.  To his amazement,
his secret wish was granted.

"You only live once - live it with the body you know is you, Dr
Miller.  I want my breasts further augmented!"

Dr Miller gulped, completely forgot his professional responsibilities
to query the nature of her abnormal request, and nervously muttered,
"Uh, how ... how much larger?"

Jennie pulled down her loose fitting sweater and squeezed her Double D
breasts together - up, up till they bulged to her neck.  "Much, MUCH
BIGGER", she said, "enormous, freakish, round, heavy, massive, vast,
bulging, GIGANTIC globes that stick way out wider on either side of my
body."  She pulled out photos of Wendy Whoppers - "Bigger than her,"
she sniffed; then Deena Duos -"Huh! Bigger than her;" and finally,
triumphantly, a fictional drawing by Duncan Gutteridge in 'Fantasy
Score' of an enormous-busted blonde in a bra -literally a cartoon
caricature - to which Jennie quietly said with a coy smile - "And even
bigger than her!"

Dr. Miller's mouth went dry.

"4000 cc implants," she answered his unasked question.

"T-t-total v-v-volume?" The doctor was stuttering nervously now.

"Each," she stated, in her new wicked defiance to the traditional
norms of behavior.  "I only wish I could feel the pressure as my chest
expands larger and larger; my breasts getting bigger, and bigger, and
bigger ... as I feel my body grow to the shape I desire."

As the dust settled on this discussion, Dr Miller composed himself -
and moved on.  His fingers shook as he wrote on a pad. "I am
prescribing a salve you will need to apply to your breasts liberally
for two weeks. It will prepare the skin for this enormous, er ... this
radical change, and make it more supple.  Plus, as this is obviously a
special-order custom implant, it will take time to prepare."  No more
words were spoken.

Jennie was under general anesthesia as the 'procedure' went underway.
She began to stir, and perhaps due to the effects of the anesthesia -
the old, normal Jennie had returned.  She went into a panic, because
the terrifying fear of being conscious and unable to move or
communicate had just become a reality; her body was paralyzed by the
effects of the medically induced sleep.  Worse, Jennie felt this
gigantic swelling on her chest as Dr Miller slowly began the process
of inflating her overwhelming implants.  Frightened to the very core
of her being, Jennie began to realize what she had done, and once
again pushed herself into a petrified state of unconsciousness - all
of this unbeknownst to the medical staff.

Perhaps an hour later, she became aroused again, and this time she was
even further gone in her gigantic breast obsession than months
earlier.  All she was able to move was her eyes, and she used them to
focus in hard on Dr Miller.  When their eyes locked, communication
flowed like a computer modem - she knew he was a devout tit-hound, and
she commanded him to make her even bigger than originally requested.
Dr Miller followed his hypnotic domination, and went on to
'over-inflate' the custom-built implants to the absolute maximum size
allowed by their design.

A few hours after the procedure, Jennie began to stir.  She did not
open her eyes, but she was quite aware of a rib-crushing pressure on
her torso, even pinning down her arms!  Tingles ran through her
twisted mind in delight at this very heavy load she could now feel,
and with her eyes still closed, she bent her arms at the elbows to
bring each palm up towards her . . . . . . . . . .  what the ??  Her
hands were stopped much sooner than expected on their investigative
ascent, by her new - much more massive chest.  She had to cross her
legs slightly, she felt herself getting moist.  Her breasts were now
soooooo large, that her small hands could not detect even the
curvature of each massive orb.  She finally felt peace.

It was a longer period of recovery than normal for a breast
augmentation.  Jennie accepted the one week bed confinement -
necessary because this incredible weight was far too great for her
sutures. Thanks to a week on a liquid diet, the last pound or two of
lower body fat melted away; adding the final fantasy touches to her
shocking new figure.  Even everyday activities had become more
difficult, and Jennie loved it - from the moment she realized she
could no longer merely raise a glass to her lips.  She had to reach
out sideways, bring the glass round in an arc, and *still* her forearm
would poke into her vast upper slopes.  At the end of the week, Jennie
needed assistance to rise from her bed.  'The extra resistance will
give my abs a better workout,' she mused.  Dr Miller removed her gown,
and carefully cut away the custom surgical bra.  At the very moment
Jennie's new super-chest was exposed in all its overwhelming glory, a
nurse happened to walk in, and at the sight of Jennie's freakish
proportions, dropped her clipboard and gasped.

Jennie spent the following week at home readjusting her life around
her differently-shaped body, with the exception of a stop at a
corsetiere for some clearly custom foundations.  She did some basic
isometric exercises to help her mobility, and tanned lightly on the
sun deck in preparation for Sunday's showdown at the beach.  She
pulled a black thong bottom up her butt - it looked awesome after
seven months of hard training.  An old (DD) black bikini top with
extensions tied on was pulled tightly - for extra effect.  Her
cover-up was a men's white XXL T-shirt with a one-inch rip in front of
the neck.

Driving to the beach that Sunday, Jennie realized she couldn't even
hold the steering wheel with both hands.  There was no way she could
now put her arms out straight in front, her overly-inflated bust line
bulged out so much on either side.  And trying to bear hug around her
wondrous boobs necessitated sitting closer - so close that her flesh
pressed hard on the wheel.  Jennie solved this challenge by turning
slightly sideways and driving with one hand, smiling confidently.
Once she arrived at the beach, her thigh length T-shirt made little or
no impact on many males; the T-shirt hung straight down like a mumu.
But those who noticed her sleek thighs and calves turned and gaped in
utter confusion.

Once again, Jennie made a beeline for Steve.  Lisa, in her own attempt
to maintain Steve's interest, had put on a few more pounds - she was
in danger of becoming just plain chunky.  She looked up first, and her
mouth slowly opened.  Steve turned around - and just stopped.  A
gigantic projection of white T-shirt formed a 'V' out and away from
Jennie's front.  She stopped ten feet away and locked eyes with him.
This was the moment of absolute power she had dreamed of for so long.
Slowly, she slid her hands to her belly and pushed inwards on her
T-shirt, revealing that although it was a good 18 inches out from her
body, there was nothing inside pushing it out there!

At the sight of this, Steve instinctively put his hand into his
bathing trunks where a Venus he had never known before was rising.
Jennie reached up and grabbed the neckline on either side of the
one-inch rip and pulled the garment apart, revealing the glories
within.  With no thought of public shame, Steve masturbated at the
mere sight of Jennie's new form.  Her legs were sleek, but femininely
muscled, what he could see of her waist revealed taut abs, but her
mammalian appendages were like none he had ever seen, anywhere.  

Jennie's breasts were ENORMOUS, SIMPLY ENORMOUS!  They were
deliciously way too big for her body, or any body!  Starting half an
inch below her clavicle, Jennie's new super boobs projected both out
and sideways.  Incredibly, each breast was the size and shape of a
medicine ball: perfectly round, each of them far wider than her waist.
And while her bikini top forced them into a deep, dark cleavage, they
bulged far out on either side as well.

Jennie stood still for about 60 seconds, watching as Steve jerked off.
Lisa was in total shock.  Then ever so slightly she twisted her torso,
causing the enormously heavy load of her breasts to slowly move with
the huge momentum of their vast weight - first to the left, then a
momentous second later, back to the right.  And just as Steve felt the
stirrings of an unbelievable ejaculation, Jennie reached her hands up
to her head, tightening the load on her already perilously
overburdened top.  She took a deep breath, arched her back, and thrust
her tits out as far as they could go! It was the biggest, firmest
ratio of breast to waist measurement the world had ever seen, and
appropriately enough, the seams of her top gave way and literally
burst.  Steve's load spurted across nine of the ten feet between them.


Steve didn't say one word.  He pulled his trunks up, stood and walked
across to Jennie.  Together, they walked off as one.



Lisa smelled the autumn leaves as she came out from her
anesthesia-induced sleep.  She could not be certain, but she believed
she felt an IMMENSE pressure.  

All the way down TO HER HIP BONES ?!



THE END