I re-posted those initial "snippet"s that I posted in the summers of 2013 & 2014, under my old pen name, on a new blog that was devoted only to that story: The Revenge Blog. I've since made that blog private, by one-time subscripton fee. For those that haven't subscribed to "Revenge", I figure it would be nice to re-post those first six chapters, here, on my regular, public blog. Hopefully, they'll find the story hot enough that you'll want to subscribe to the Revenge blog to read the rest of the novel, and, perhaps, participate in the creative process--giving feedback and ideas--as little or as much as they wish, for as long as the novel is written. Together, we will watch Tory Avalon go from a flat-chested hater of bosomy women, to that of superblown femme fatale who learns that just because a woman is bosomy, it doesn't mean that she's a stupid whore. When our journey is complete (and Tory is blown far far larger than she ever would have imagined possible as the flat-chested bitch she begins as), I will go through the process of proofing the novel and then sending everyone who participates a final draft.
How long will it take to complete the novel? I have no idea. I have a bit of a backlog of the story already, and will probably post a chapter or segment every couple of weeks until the readers "catch up" and get to the point where you will have to wait for me to finish a chapter to post it. At that point, maybe something once a month or so will get published, depending on how fast I write. I'm sure that I will always have real world side projects that may sometimes delay the novel, but it will continue to get written and it will eventually get finished. Hopefully, we'll both discover some great erotic fiction along the way and have a blast discovering what happens to Tory, discussing her and coming up with new ideas about her.
Please note that you may come across some of my odd notations for italics from time to time: either a lower case "i" in brackets (e.g. [i]) or, later, three lower case "i"s in a row (e.g. iii). These notations for converting the story into an eBook format. Please ignore them.
"Revenge" is indeed a rough, first draft as it is posted in this blog. Please be aware that there will be a myriad of spelling and grammatical errors.
And now, without further ado, I give you Chapter One of "Revenge"...
REVENGE
by
Shadowmuse Blown
Chapter One
Ken knew her the moment he saw her. She sat at the bar laughing with some friends. She was gorgeous: about five foot seven, with a shock of very short platinum blonde hair that was styled very chic and sexy--long bangs that would occasionally hide her steel blue eyes, but very short up the back. Her eyes had high-arching narrow brows, and were made up dramatically, with thick black eyeliner, and super-long eyelashes. She had an oval face with a deep dimple in the cleft of her chin. Her upper lip was thin, but curvy, with a well-defined valley between peaks. The lower lip ballooned out full and inviting. Her nose was thin, almost cruel-looking, with a slight upturn at its end.
She wore a black women's business suit with a red blouse, black form-fitting skirt--cut mid-thigh--and black 5" stiletto pumps. She appeared quite fit, athletic even, with a tiny waist and wide, flaring hips, but she had no chest to speak of, at all.
Ken had prepared for over a year for this moment. He had learned what type of psyche attracted her--confident, a little arrogant, someone who was used to getting his way--and had gleaned a personality to match. He had also learned that she was highly attracted to overly muscled types, and he had spent over a year with a personal trainer to pump up his body as big as he was able. She liked clean, confident, well-groomed and well-tailored men, and he now fit the archetype right down to biceps that were as thick as her thigh under his Armani suit. Oh yeah, Ken was also rolling in dough, thanks to a successful Powerball win several years ago and savvy investments since.
He paused not-at-all, but confidentially strode up to her.
"Tory Avalon," he said, rather than asked.
She looked up and Ken could see her eyes flare in surprise for a fraction of second.
"That's right," she replied, pulling the stalk of a maraschino cherry from her red lips, and running her eyes up and down his six foot one frame. "What can I do for you?"
"One of my investors mentioned you, last week," Ken replied, and pulled out his iPhone to show her an image of her face. "He showed me this picture of you."
"That's from my Facebook page!" Tory said.
"I've just relocated here," Ken said, putting the iPhone away. "He said you were a girl who knew what she wants."
"I am," she replied, half a dozen questions falling to the wayside.
"Good," he nodded. "I've taken the liberty of setting up a private booth off the main dining room here. Care to join me?"
Surprised, she hesitated only a moment before putting down her empty cocktail glass. "Absolutely," she replied.
She got off her bar stool and picked up her purse.
"I'll catch up with you guys later," she told her friends and followed Ken to the private booth.
She was instantly intrigued with Ken: his lifestyle, his body, his money and his personality.
They had a great dinner together, one that was extremely expensive, which Ken paid for without batting an eyelash.
Afterward, she was thrilled to find the valet drive up in a black Bugatti Veryon V16.
Once she'd finished gushing about the ride, he pulled the car out into traffic and asked her if he could drive her home.
"But it's so early!" she replied. "Wouldn't you rather go out to a club or something?"
He was quiet for a moment, and then spoke.
"Tory," he began, in a somber tone, "you're a wonderful girl..."
"Uh-oh," she replied, "that doesn't sound good."
"I had a great time tonight, but, I'm afraid I'm looking for someone to spend a lot of time with, and that person has to be just the right type."
Puzzled, she paused for a moment, and then asked, "I'm not the right type for you? I thought we were hitting it off great tonight. What is it that's 'not right' with me?"
"Tory," he said, "you're a beautiful woman, but I'm looking for someone quite buxom."
"Buxom!" she exclaimed, surprised. "You mean, I'm flatchested and you like big boobs?"
"Basically," he said, simply.
Tory was speechless for a moment. How was it that such a confident, witty, awesome man was enticed by big tits?
She laughed out of exasperation.
"I've always put down women with big chests," she said. "I've always seen them as bimbos or cows. And now you're telling me that you don't want to be with me because I don't have any tits?"
"To me, big breasts have always been a sexual attraction," he said. "They have nothing to do with brains or ability. They just look hot."
He glanced at her as he drove.
"It's not a judgmental thing, Tory. I simply prefer a woman with a big chest. It's my problem, not yours. Now if you'll please tell me where you live--"
"No," she said. "Wait. Pull the car over or something. I want to talk about this."
"What's to talk about?" he asked, but pulled into a residential neighborhood and found a quiet street to park.
"Would you see me if I had a big chest?" she asked him once he'd turned the car off and looked at her.
"Absolutely," he replied. "I think the time we spent together tonight shows that you’re a smart woman with a good sense of humor. You've got stunning looks and seem to have similar interests with me. But, Tory—"
Her mind was racing.
"I can't lose you," she said, suddenly. "I've been looking for someone like you my whole life and here I've found you and you're ready to say goodbye. I've got to think: can I put up with a big chest to keep you from running?"
"You mean that you'd actually consider augmenting your breasts just to see me?" he asked. "That's an awfully big step for someone who's hated women with big busts."
She laughed nervously, and nodded.
"Yes..." she replied, her eyes looking nowhere as she considered it. "Yes, it is."
Then she looked up suddenly and met his gaze.
"How big do you want them?" she asked point blank.
"Well," he considered, "you're what... an AA-cup?"
She nodded.
"Depending on what size of implant would fit, I'm guessing about a C-cup to start."
"A C-cup?" she echoed. "I could do that. That's not too bad."
Ken smiled. He did not repeat the term that she'd forgotten about: "to start".
"Are you totally serious?" he asked. “You’ve only just met me.”
She nodded rapidly, as she considered the various repercussions of sporting a big C-cup chest. "Yes."
"Well, then," he began, "I would be happy to pay for the entire procedure."
"Really?"
"Absolutely," he replied. "I have a doctor in Brazil who's amazing."
"Brazil?" she asked. "Why there?"
"He's the best," Ken answered. "Does it matter where he's from? I'll pay for all expenses."
"I guess that's fine..." she said, thinking.
"I should be able to fly you down next week for a consultation and then surgery."
"Next week!" she gasped.
"The sooner the better, don't you think?" he asked. "He'll bump others in his schedule for me." Ken pulled out his wallet and gave a card to Tory.
"Call that number tonight when I drop you off," he said. "it's my personal valet." He already had his cell out and began to talk into it almost immediately. "Roberts? You'll be hearing from a very special woman in a little while, by the name of Tory Avalon. Please arrange for her to visit Dr. Pendara in Rio for augmentation. I'm guessing Pendara will start her out as a C-cup, okay?... Yes, a C... Please take care of her entire trip and make sure she's comfortable afterwards.... Yes... Thank-you."
He turned to Tory. "It's all set. Roberts will take care of all the details and make sure that you're in good hands. But please make sure that this is something you absolutely want to do before you step onto that plane, okay?"
She nodded dumbly as he handed her the card.
"What now?" she asked.
"Now... I drive you home."
~ ~ ~
Roberts took care of everything for Tory. Once she'd arranged for the time off from work--helped by a call from the doctor to her job in order to tell them that it was necessary emergency surgery--Roberts scheduled everything and picked her up in Ken's Bentley limo, himself. To her surprise, he drove her to the local airport which took care of small planes, and drove the limo right up to a waiting Gulfstream eight-passenger jet. As he loaded her bags into the baggage hold, she was met by a beautiful young woman named Adrianna who escorted her up the short staircase and into the jet. The woman turned out to be a wonderful conversationalist and accompanied Tory all the way down to Brazil, answering Tory's questions about Ken and what would be in store for her as she got her augmentation. Adrianna would be her personal valet in Brazil and accompanied Tory during her stay in the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel overlooking Rio de Janeiro. Every luxury that Tory could think of was hers during her stay, and everyone she met was polite and helpful, including the doctor who she met a day before the procedure.
That night, after returning from a world-class restaurant for dinner, Adrianna put a hand on Tory's arm for a moment before the two retired to their own bedrooms off the main living area.
"Tory?" she asked her, quietly.
Tory turned to look at her companion.
"How do you feel about what's going to happen tomorrow?"
"About getting a pair of breasts?" Tory asked.
Adrianna nodded, a look of concern in her face.
"I've got mixed emotions about it, to be sure," she confessed. "It will be a big life-changer for me. I've always ridiculed women with big breasts--looked down on them--and now I'm about to become one of them."
"A C-cup isn't really all that big, you know," Adrianna replied.
"I know," Tory came back. "I saw the implant that Dr. Lima showed me. But, to me, it's huge."
"I'm a c-cup," Adrianna said. "Do I seem overly big to you?"
Tory looked at Adrianna, as if for the first time. She hadn't really thought about Adrianna's breasts. As she considered them now, she appreciated their curves, but didn't feel that they were overly large.
"I guess not," Tory replied after a few moments. "I mean, since I've met you, I haven't even thought about your chest size. I guess they seem fairly average. But..."
"Yes?" Adrianna coaxed.
"I mean, I'm fairly flat as a board, you know? To suddenly have two boobs sprouting from my ribcage, even at that size, is going to seem big!" She laughed, nervously.
Adrianna considered for a moment.
"I don't understand," she began, slowly, "if you're so nervous about it, why do it?"
Tory laughed even while she looked exasperated and fell back to lean against a wall, her face looking up. "Because he's so fucking wonderful, that's why," she said. "He won't be with me if I'm flat-chested..."
Adrianna nodded.
Tory's head snapped back down, after a moment, to look Adrianna in the eye again.
"It shouldn't be that big of a deal, you know?" she asked. "They'll only be a C-cup."
"But, obviously," Adrianna replied, "it is."
It was Tory's turn to nod.
"I'm the 'with it' girl," she began to exclaim. "I'm sharp. I'm clever. I'm sexy. I take advantage of a situation and I never have any apologies. I can do it on my own. I have no room in my lexicon for suck-ups or cream puffs."
"Okay..." Adrianna replied, trying to understand, "but what does that have to do with--"
Tory took a deep breath.
"Girls with big tits are bimbos in my book," Tory said. "If she's got a D-cup bust, she's fluff: she either wants to use her tits to get what she wants or she's just a dumb cow."
Adrianna pouted a bit, trying to put it together. "I don't understand. If a girl's breasts are natural, what does that have to do with her mental state?"
Tory shook her head, quickly.
"Nothing," she said in a small voice. "But I can't help it. It's the way I feel."
She took another deep breath.
"And it's worse for some girl who I know has implants," she said, with conviction. "I despise them."
"And now you're about to become one of them."
Tory looked at the ceiling again as a tear ran down the side of her face. She bit her lower lip and nodded.
"Come on," Adrianna said, quietly, and led Tory by the hand into her bedroom. "You need to relax." She sat down next to Tory on the edge of the bed.
"I can't believe I'm doing something like this for a guy," she said to Adrianna, at length. "I've always been so independent. Guys come to me for goodness' sake, not the other way around."
"But," Adrianna said, "you've never met anyone like Ken before."
Tory shook her head. "No. Never. He's fucking amazing: he's gorgeous, he's fucking built, he's clever, he's ridiculously rich, he's funny, he's confident, he's interesting, he's... everything!"
"But he likes big boobs," Adrianna added.
Tory nodded slowly.
"You've already told me how you two met," Adrianna said. "Obviously, he wasn't interested in you because of your chest. He was into you as a whole person. But sexually, he needs a big bust to get off."
"Exactly."
"So, you volunteered to fix that," Adrianna said.
"Yeah."
"Does that make you a bimbo?" Adrianna asked.
"No..." Tory considered, looking at her feet. "But, somehow I feel like I'm sacrificing my morals."
Adrianna shook her head.
"Look, I'm not going to judge you on how you've perceived big-busted women, but I will point out that your getting boobs has nothing to do with morals. They’re for fun."
Tory looked back at her new friend.
"You're going to be using your new boobs for sexual fun: to turn Ken on. That's it. What's wrong with that? You want to be able to tease him, don't you? After the operation, you'll have something in your arsenal to do so. Plain and simple. You're not giving up on anything that makes you the person you are."
Tory considered that for a while.
"And maybe..." Adrianna added. "Maybe you'll learn something in the process and become a little less harsh to other buxom women."
Other buxom women.
The phrase echoed in Tory's psyche.
"I'm gonna be buxom," she said, and a wide smile broke out on her face.
Adrianna laughed. "Why, yes you are!"
Tory laughed. "Holy shit..."
~ ~ ~
It was weird to see the bulge under the bandages when she woke up.
I have breasts, she thought to herself, again and again.
She stayed in Rio for the rest of the week, with Adrianna at her side, most of the time. When she was up to it, they went out to dinner or to see the sights. At the end of the week, her doctor cleared her to go home.
Adrianna brought her to the Rio airport and promised to visit soon.
Adrianna brought her to the Rio airport and promised to visit soon.
Roberts picked her up at the airport in New York.
"How do you feel?" he asked, once they were under way.
"How do you feel?" he asked, once they were under way.
"Pretty good," she admitted. "Most of the discomfort and pain are gone."
"But how do you feel?" he asked, again, making it clear that he wasn't talking about her physical self.
Tory thought for a moment and nodded slowly as she looked out the window. "Pretty good," she repeated.
"No regrets?" he wondered.
She shook her head.
"It's a good thing," she said.
Roberts brought her to her DUMBO apartment and carried her bags inside.
He gave her all the information she needed about seeing a local doctor affiliated with Dr. Liam.
She thanked him and he turned to go, but she tapped him on the arm.
"Roberts?" she asked him.
He turned back to consider her. "Yes?"
"When do I get to see Ken?"
"Soon, Miss," he replied. "I'll coordinate a date. Mr. Brenner indicated to me earlier that it would probably be within the next two or three weeks."
"What?" she asked, startled. "Two or three weeks!"
"I'm afraid so, Miss," he replied. "But don't worry, time will pass quickly, I'm sure."
"Why so long?"
"I believe it has something to do with healing time," he said, smiled weakly, and then turned to go, once again.
All this for a man I haven't even known intimately, yet, she thought to herself, and began to unpack and get ready for work the next day.
All this for a man I haven't even known intimately, yet, she thought to herself, and began to unpack and get ready for work the next day.
Tory's new breasts certainly got her a lot of attention at her job the following morning. The men were definitely oggling her more and the women either gave her compliments or looked at her as if she were some kind of slut.
It was very odd being on the receiving end of those looks. She had never given a look like that to a buxom woman, but she had certainly dished out plenty of cutting remarks in the past. To some women, she knew, she had been positively cruel. But, she knew that women that she had put down had deserved it. She certainly couldn't remember every woman that she had "put in her place", but she was sure that they had been slow or stupid or foolish, and had been fully deserving of her contempt. While she now realized that it was unfair of her to automatically assume that a buxom woman was either golddigger or stupid cow, she knew that anyone she had treated like that in the past had certainly shown signs that they weren't very sharp. She was sure that if she had, indeed, put someone down, in the past, who didn't deserve it, they certainly would've shown her in one way or the other that they weren't deserving of her judgment.
I guess I was lucky that anyone I insulted actually deserved it, she thought to herself. At least, now she would reserve judgment until she saw something that would indicate otherwise.
About midway through the morning, her friend Abby stopped by Tory's office and closed the door.
"What the hell happened to you?" she asked. "Ever since I've known you, you've ridiculed anyone with a set of tits. Now you go out and get a pair?" She opened her eyes wide. "What the fuck?"
Tory smiled.
"Things change," she said, simply.
"They certainly do," Abby said, standing on the other side of Tory's desk. "Come on. Stand up. Let's see."
Tory smiled wider as she got up and circled around the desk for Abby--who was an AA-cup--to check out Tory's new bustline.
She walked around Tory, nodding.
"I think it looks good, actually," Abby concluded.
"Not too much?" Tory wondered.
"Well, for anyone who knows you, it's a lot!" Abby replied. "But generally speaking: no. I think you look better with some curves up top to complement the ones below."
Tory grinned. "I'm beginning to like them."
"So..." Abby chided. "Why do 'things change'?"
And Tory began to relate the story about meeting Ken.
~ ~ ~
Two and a half weeks after Tory had first met Ken, she got a phone call from Roberts who asked her if she would be available that coming Friday for an evening with Mr. Brenner. Her heart was in her mouth for most of the week as she anticipated the evening and it drew ever closer. Finally, it was Friday and she waited for his limo to pull up in front of her building.
She had spent a good deal of time getting ready. She had put on her thickest eyelashes and created a wonderfully dramatic effect for her eye makeup. Big six-inch black chrome hoop earrings complemented a multi-ringed bracelet with the same look. She wore a knock-out red dress that was short enough to show off her shapely legs and low-cut enough to show off her new cleavage. It hugged her form to show off her every curve. Matching 5" spikes completed the look.
When she saw him emerge from the Bentley with a big grin on his face, she knew that she had done the right thing. He was checking her out, looking at her form up and down as they approached each other.
"You look fantastic," he told her, and took her hand to reel her in. She pressed herself up to him as his head tilted down to kiss her. As their lips met, she realized that this was actually their first kiss! She hadn't even kissed him last time! She swooned at the soft touch of his mouth and felt his lips part as his tongue slid into her oral cavity and danced with hers. They kissed passionately for several seconds, their bodies pressed close to each other. With her arms pulling him close, Tory pushed her thigh into his crotch, and felt his hard-on. A moment of triumph. Now, she at least knew that she could get him excited. Then, they withdrew from the kiss, looking at each other intently.
"I've been waiting three weeks for that," she told him, dreamily.
"My apologies," he replied. "It was far too long a time to make you wait. But it couldn’t be helped." He offered no other explanation.
They had a wonderful dinner together, and then he took her to a private club that he knew down in the Village. She recognized a lot of celebrities and was delighted to find that he knew how to dance. As they danced, she took careful note of how he looked at her. How his eyes roamed over her body. The boob job was definitely worth it to get these reactions from him, that was for sure.
It was near 4am when they came out of the club to find Roberts ready with the limo to pick them up. Once inside and under way, they kissed and fondled each other. Tory made her way down to his extended crotch and opened his pants after a few minutes of rubbing. Pulling his briefs down, she reached in to pull his big cock out. She was happy to find that he was really well hung, but not monstrously huge, either. Her fear had been that he would turn out to be way too small or way too large. But at about 8 inches or so, fully erect, he seemed like just the right size.
She teased him with her fingers for a while, kissing his mouth while she elicited moans of pleasure from him. When she had him leaking, she moved down between his legs and began to lick him. His reactions were delightful: moaning and groaning at her ministrations. He nearly howled when she finally deep-throated him.
She worked on him and worked on him and worked on him. But try as she might, she couldn't get him to pop. He seemed to be in ecstacy, but she couldn't coax an orgasm out of him, no matter what she tried.
Finally, she looked up at him, her hand at the base of his shaft, covered in pre-cum.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked, softly.
He looked down at her and smiled, shaking his head slightly.
"Nothing," he replied. "Why?"
"Why don't you cum?"
"I need certain buttons pushed to do that," he replied.
She looked at him, quizzickly.
"What... buttons?" she wanted to know.
"You're gorgeous," he began, "and, so very sexy and hot."
"Apparently, not hot enough!" she pointed out.
"I'm afraid you're not big enough, yet, to push me over," he replied.
That threw her for a loop for a moment, until she realized that he was talking about her breasts.
"You're trying to tell me that my tits are too small?" she asked. "Still?"
"Basically."
"If my tits were bigger, I could get you to pop?"
"Definitely."
She straightened up and looked at her twin projectiles. "They seem big enough to me!"
For an answer, he just smiled.
"I have to get another boob job?" she asked, dejected.
"No," he replied, "not at all. The implants that Dr. Liam put in are what're called expanders. After a while, they'll be able to inject additional saline into the line, increasing the size."
She just sat there, on her knees, looking at him.
Bigger?
"I did say that the C-cup was just to start," he said.
Did he? Tory wondered. Now that he mentioned it, I do seem to recall something about "beginning with a C-cup to start", but I wasn't sure what he meant, so I kinda ignored it, I guess.
"Are you okay with that?" he asked.
Tory took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she thought about a chest even bigger than the one she had now. As she exhaled, she shifted off her knees to plant her derriere on the floor of the limo, which she realized for the first time, was parked in front of her building Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Underpass.
Tory took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she thought about a chest even bigger than the one she had now. As she exhaled, she shifted off her knees to plant her derriere on the floor of the limo, which she realized for the first time, was parked in front of her building Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Underpass.
Ken pushed his cock back into his briefs and zipped up as she did this.
"How big do you need me to get?" she asked, at length.
"To get me to cum?" Ken asked. "It depends, but, I would say about an F-cup."
Tory's eyes bugged out.
"An F-cup!" she exclaimed. "Holy shit! That's huge!"
"It's what gets me exited enough to pop," Ken replied.
"But..." she hesitated, thinking about tonight. "You still wanted to see me even with 'just' a C-cup chest? Even though you knew it wasn't enough to push you over the edge?"
"Tory," he began, "you're a gorgeous, sexually exciting woman, especially the way you look now."
"As opposed to how I looked flatchested?"
"Yes," he answered. "Now you're quite exciting to look at. You're just not big enough to make me cum. I still enjoyed dancing with you."
She nodded. She did see him admiring her form on the dancefloor.
She got up and sat next to him on the limo's couch. "You do like the way I look, then?" she asked him.
"Absolutely," he assured her. "I think you look hot, especially with your new chest. When I first met you, I saw how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you looked, but without any chest to speak of, we could never have played like we did tonight. I doubt I would've acheived much of an erection, back then. Now, though, you look great, and when you're bigger, you'll be able to push me right over the brink."
She glanced down at it twin bumps, and then back up to his eyes, and smiled.
"Bigger than this, huh?" she asked.
"How do you feel about that?" he asked.
"About making them bigger?" she wondered, and sighed, and looked back at her own chest.
"Shit," she said after several seconds, "I'd be so damn huge."
"You'd look awesome," he said.
Once more, she looked into his eyes, then narrowed hers. "And that would get you so excited that you could pop?"
"Oh yeah," he replied.
"I have to think about it a bit," she said, "but I'm gonna guess that I'll probably do it."
He smiled at her.
"But, how long until I can get bigger?" she wanted to know.
"It'll probably be a few months before the doctor would allow an increase in size. You're pretty tight now, even if you didn't have to make sure your scars heal completely, you wouldn't be able to fit any more saline at the moment."
"Months!" she exclaimed.
He laughed. "For someone who was just talking about how 'huge' it would be a few moments ago, you certainly seem to be anxious to move things along!"
"It's just that..." she sighed again. "I don't want to wait months before I can make you cum."
He nodded. "I understand."
But he thought, I understand that I have you hooked! I can't wait to watch your chest inflate!
They kissed again for a few minutes, and then Tory pulled back.
"When can I see you again?" she wanted to know.
"How about in two weeks?" he replied, pulling out his iPhone and checking his calendar. "On a Friday, again?"
She sighed. She had hoped for something much earlier, but she knew he was only going to be just so interested in her until she was big enough to make him cum.
"That'll be fine," she said, as they exited the limo. The June night air was only slightly cool, but fairly humid.
They kissed deeply again just outside her doorway as dawn began to touch the tops of the Manhattan Bridge behind them.
When they drew apart, she gave him a wry smile.
"I'm definitely going to get bigger for you, Mr. Brenner," she announced. "I'm gonna get so big that you'll want to see me every fucking night."
Ken slowly grinned from ear to ear.
"That's basically what I'm hoping for," he said, and kissed her one more time before heading back to the limo.
Tory waited until the limo left, waving to the black windows as it drove out of sight. Then she let herself in and took the elevator to her apartment on the fifth floor. When she'd closed the front door behind herself, she fell back against it, her mind reeling.
An F-cup chest! she thought. I want to drive him so crazy, but AN F-CUP CHEST!
She became aware that her breathing was rapid and that her heart was pounding. She looked down at her new bustline and wondered what the view would be like with such enormous bosoms! She was just beginning to get used to the "big" C-cup profile she had, and now she had to consider one twice the size!
She had to see what it would be like. In moments she fired up her laptop and was trying to get pictures of women with F-cup statures.
Damn! she thought. They are huge!
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