"Revenge" Chapter 2

It's funny, when I originally began "Revenge", all the dates were in the future, now they're in the past.

Here's Chapter Two in Tory Avalon's saga.  My hope is to post another chapter each week or so, until the first 6 chapters have been reposted here on my regular blog, so that anyone unfamiliar with the story can read the beginning and see if they're interested in subscribing to my Revenge Blog to read the rest of it "as it's written", so to speak.  See the right-hand sidebar for information as to how to subscribe to the Revenge Blog.

"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. However, if you see logistical inconsistency, please let me know, by all means.  Thanks!

REVENGE

 by

Shadowmuse Blown

Chapter Two

June 2014

600ccs; C-cup
Around noon she woke up, got ready, and headed to the stores to purchase some new bras. She bought a couple of F-cup bras and some different D-cup bras that claimed to boost two cupsizes, one from maidenform and one from Victoria's Secret. When she got home, she first wanted to see what she might look like with an F-cup silhouette. She put on the black F-cup she'd purchased and stuffed it with socks—trying hard not to giggle as she did so—until she had the cups full, then she pulled on a T shirt and checked herself out in the mirror.

"Fuck!" she gasped, upon seeing the massively overbuilt form reflecting back at herself. "Thems some big titties!" She laughed out loud and checked out her reflection from various angles, at times cupping her big "chest" in her hands. Then, after a minute or two, she simply stood there looking at herself, in three-quarter view, trying to imagine what it would be like going to work and meeting friends and family with such a big bust.

"Tory Avalon: Cow," she said to the mirror, and shook her head. She could almost hear the cat-calls from guys on the street.

But then she thought about Ken's big cock, and she visualized it spurting that white gold all over her blown chest and she felt a tingle run right down to her clit.

"I can do this," she told her reflection. "In fact, I want to do this!"

Once people got used to her with a C-cup chest, she mused, she could gradually move from a D-cup bra to an E and then an F in public before she actually had the increase in size for real. That should help alleviate "big-bust shock" for most. People would notice, of course, but, at least it wouldn't be as bad as being a C-cup one day and an F, the next.

I'm assuming that I'll get the added saline all at one time, she realized.  They might actually boost me up in increments over a period of time.  That would make the most sense, actually, she thought.

In the meantime, though, she wanted Ken to pop now!  And she figured that the best way to do that would be to show up with a padded F-cup chest the next time they had a date. The stuffed F-cup bra should do the trick, but... When she'd seen the bras that boosted two cupsizes, she had to get one. She had found some Maidenform bras that claimed to add the two cupsizes and had bought one of those, but after she'd visited a Victoria's Secret store, she liked the Bombshell bra line a lot more, even if it had been far more expensive. What was nice about the D-cup Bombshell bra was that it pushed her real boobs up for the world to see, whereas the F-cup bra she'd bought was a full-coverage bra to hide the fact that she was going to stuff it full of socks. The C-cup Bombshell bra would've been the best, but it would only get her to the equivalent of an E-cup in size, so she bought the next size up.

She got out of the F-cup bra and donned the Victoria's Secret D-cup. It was really neat to have all the padding already built in the bra and it was certainly designed to boost her own assets, although, her breasts had very little "give" in them, as the doctor had pretty much shoved as much as he could in what little space there was under her skin. When she'd finished hooking the three clasps in the back, she kinda felt like she was swimming in some kind of bra armor. She did project up a little, but since she was C-cup and not a D, she didn't bulge upward enough for her satisfaction.

Socks to the rescue!

After rolling up a couple of socks under her boobs, she was finally able to get enough boost to make her smile at the results, even if her recent surgery complained bitterly at her attempt to shove her new boobs skyward so much. She still had a good deal of healing to do and hoped it would be less painful as the weeks went by.

She pulled on a tee with a deep scoop neck and was thrilled to find that the result was a big round chest with real cleavage bulging into view. Now, she looked as big as an F-cupper, and it looked for all the world as if her bulging C-cups were really three cupsizes biger.  Who needed to know that almost three-quarters of her boobs were exposed?

She swiveled about in front of the mirror for a while, admiring her handiwork. The real point of all this, she reminded herself, was to make herself look extremely big and hot for Ken. She planned on riding him while she wore this bra until he exploded deep inside her.

As the days rolled by until her next date with Ken and more and more people "discovered" her new look, she felt less and less apprehensive with each "new" encounter. But when she visited her folks out on Long Island, she grew trepidatious once again. She had let them know, on the phone, beforehand that she'd gone to get a boob job and had been met with a "why would you want to go and do that, Victoria?" from her mother. She had explained that she'd wanted to be able to wear certain fashions that she really couldn't when she had been flatchested.  She wasn't so sure how that facade of an argument would hold water once she blew up to an F-cup, though.  She assumed that her mother would tell her dad, and was therefore spared from delivering the news, herself.  But when she knocked on the door and let herself in, she still felt on edge about what kind of reception she'd get. To her great relief, her parents seemed okay with it.  Her mother chided her about undergoing unnecessary surgery, but admitted that she looked good.  Her father was more quiet, but smiled and nodded to denote that he didn't disapprove.

It was her sister, Gail, who was more negative. Gail lived in the same town as her parents, and came out to visit when she heard that Tory was stopping by. Out in the back yard of their parents' house, Gail talked to Tory out of earshot of their folks.

"What the fuck has gotten into your head?" Gail asked her.

Gail, at 31, was three years older than her sibling, and often still acted like the "older sister". She, like Tory, and their mother, was basically flatchested—buxomness never having run in the Avalon family tree.

"What's your fucking problem?" Tory shot back. "So, I got some boobs now, what's the big deal? Jealous?"

"No," was the adamant reply. "Why would I be jealous of some silicone and saline shoved under your skin?  Gross."

"Well, you've always been jealous of my figure," Tory replied. "I've always had the curves and you've always been a stick. Now, I'm just curvier."

"Whatever," Gail said, although Tory had hit a nerve. "You can do whatever the fuck you want with your tits, Tor', it just makes you look like a stupid bimbo, that's all."

To Gail's surprise, Tory laughed.

"I know," she said, further surprising Gail.

"You never liked boobs," Gail continued. "Now, suddenly, you're all happy about your new curves.  What the fuck gives?"

Tory smiled. "It wasn't an easy decision," she agreed. "But I think it's worth it."

"For what?"

"To drive a certain guy I know crazy with lust."

Gail looked as if someone had slapped her.

"A guy?" she echoed. "You pumped up your boobs for a guy?"

"Basically."

"That's so fucking shallow," Gail judged. "That's so unlike you. What gives with that?"

"He's fucking perfect," Tory replied. "That's what."

"No guy is perfect," Gail said. "They're all pigs, and you fell into the pig trap."

"Maybe," Tory replied. "Maybe I'm a fool, but I did it, and now I think I love my new boobs."

"Why?" Gail sneered.

"Because they're wonderful sexual weapons, that's why. I've got a guy who I'm crazy about and who's crazy about me, but who also gets really excited over big tits. I love to drive him fucking bonkers," Tory said, as if she had had sex with Ken multiple times.

"And when he leaves you, you'll be stuck with a pair of 'look at the bimbo' screamers."

Tory nodded her head, and shrugged. "He's not going anywhere," she said, and smiled.

~ ~ ~

Tory bound down the front steps of her apartment building as she saw the Bugatti Veryon pull up to the curb. She was dressed in skin-tight black little dress with a plunging neckline that afforded a good view of her bulging assets. Ken was out of the car as quickly as was possible to hug her as she ran into his arms.

Holy shit, she looks so fucking hot!  Ken thought just before the buxom beauty embraced him and he felt her twin bulges press into his chest as their tongues danced together. He pulled her close as his hands sought out her tight, protruding derriere. When they broke the kiss, she stepped back so that he could take a good look at her.

"So?" she asked. "What do you think?"

"I think you look fucking awesome!" he replied. He knew that she couldn't have gotten any further saline injections so soon after the initial surgery, so he figured she had stuffed a bra, but the end result looked fantastic: a big and round bust with deliciously bulging cleavage on display for the world to see.

"You think I look good as an F-cupper, then?" she asked, with a shit-eating grin.

"Absolutely!" he replied, smiling.

"You can thank Victoria's Secrets and their Bombshell bra line," she explained. "And until my own boobs can be pumped up this big for real, this is the way I want to look when I'm out with you."

"Well," he replied, "I'm certainly not going to complain."

As he sat across from her during dinner, he couldn't help but feel transfixed by her beauty and sexuality. With her newly "blown" chest, she looked stunning, and Ken found himself highly excited throughout the dinner. He had always been attracted to her looks, despite his low opinion of her, as a person. But being a "boob guy", he had never really been highly aroused by her. Now, with the marriage of stunning good looks and a big chest, he found himself extremely aroused. He was happy that his plan was proceeding as he'd hoped and that she had totally fallen for him and wanted to please him, but his fear was that his growing excitement at her swelling bustline would taint his ultimate resolve. His natural reaction to an attractive woman was to be protective of her, and he must not let that interfere with his ultimate goal.

Tory, for her part, saw only an added level of interest from Ken, and she played it up whenever possible: leaning forward or squeezing her bra to make her displayed boobage bulge even greater. After dinner they took a stroll through the Village and then went out dancing at another exclusive club that he knew. Tory let out all the stops on the dance floor do try to drive Ken as crazy with lust as possible. She certainly seemed to be the hit of the evening as she bounced her twin baubles about for all to lust after.

They left the club relatively early at 1am and drove up to Ken's townhouse on the upper East Side. The huge Victorian structure took up an entire corner. It sat only about fifteen feet from the sidewalk and was surrounded by a black wrought iron fence. As they approached, a gate in the fence automatically opened as Ken drove the Bug within and down an incline into a recently opened garage door. Tory wasn't surprised to find that the large door led down into a huge parking garage beneath the building. As the gate and garage door automatically closed behind them, Ken pulled the Bugatti beside several automobiles of various types and vintages.

Tory recognized a new Bentley sedan, the Bentley limo that she'd ridden in last time, several finned and chromed cars from the fifties, some brass-era buggy, a very large van with tinted windows, a pair of supercars, and some sort of car that seemed, to her, to be from the forties, although it had three headlights, which she found peculiar.

Ken led them to a small elevator and they embraced and kissed passionately on the way up. The elevator rose to the sixth floor—the top level of the townhouse—and opened onto an extravagant bedroom.

Tory turned to look at the oak-lined room, which appeared to be straight out of the thirties or forties, but with modern touches, like recessed lighting.

She led him over to the sumptuous king-sized bed and there they groped each other at its foot while they removed the other's clothing.

Ken let her take the lead. He was impressed with how her bra kept the illusion of her having a big F-cup chest even as the rest of her clothing was shed. He could tell that her bra was mostly padding by the way it felt when he pressed in on it, but that was okay, he went with the illusion and so did his rock-hard cock.

They were both totally undressed, except for her bra, when she pushed him back on the bed and climbed atop his thighs. She spread his legs and sat down between them, her legs splayed out to either side, and laying over Ken’s own legs. With his cock pointed at the ceiling, she reached down to gently tease it, bringing her bulging twins down close to it from time to time. She teased him and teased him until he was oozing precum and his dome was a scarlet red. Then, making a "V" with her pointer and middle fingers, and curving them, she nestled his cock between them. With her palm facing his shaft, she began to stroke him like that, with only the sides of his dome and collar getting contact.

"Oh shit..." he moaned, as she caressed him. She took her time and stuck out her big twin F-cups as she swiveled her torso from time to time.

"So, my big tits are a hit?" she cooed. "You like me like this? All pumped up and swollen?" She smiled an evil smile as she watched his excitement grow, his attention riveted to her chest. She found the situation extremely arousing. She had a sexual power that she'd never had before! The feeling of sexual domination was a heady one, and she was positive now that she would see her breasts swollen to full F-cups. She wanted the whole package. She wanted to be able to tease him with real F-cup breasts: wrap his pole between them and smother his face in her cleavage! The potential for sexual fun was fantastic and she was now so glad that she'd gone through with the augmentation, and ecstatic that she could get even bigger!

The ability for her to get even larger was a real part of the excitement. If F-cup tits drove him this crazy, would even larger ones be all the more exciting?

"Am I big enough, honey?" she asked. "Do you like me like this, or should I make my tits even bigger?"

Damn!  His response was more than enough to let her know how much the idea of her further expansion excited him. His cock had surged between her fingers and had turned an even darker shade of scarlet.

"That gets you excited, huh?" she teased. "You like the idea of me getting pumped even bigger, don't you? How much bigger should I get? Would you like me to swell to a G-cup? How about an H or an I-cup? Would that drive you fucking crazy?" She had to suppress the urge to laugh, for it obviously did drive him nuts: his cock strained even further and his mouth fell open. "Oh honey," she cooed, "I'm gonna get so fucking big for you!"

He was almost there. He was clawing the bedsheet and he was beginning to arch his back. His scarlet dome almost spewed pre-cum.

Smiling deviously, Tory now moved her palm up against the sensitive underside of his cock as she stroked him. He groaned loudly in response. The only parts of his cockhead that wasn't getting touched was the tip of his dome and the top, including the ridge and collar along the top of his shaft. She reached down with her left hand and placed her index finger across her two digits as she stroked, so that he would get the sensation of her pointer finger running up along his ridge and dome. As soon as her finger rubbed over his ridge, he tensed and exploded.

To Tory's delight, a thick, creamy rope of cream blasted out of his cock, rocketing over a foot into the air as Ken groaned loudly in ecstasy.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed in surprise and delight. Before he'd finished pumping that first shot, she removed her left hand and let her entire right hand envelope his cock head as she completed the downstroke—so as to give him maximum feeling—and began the upstroke. Before she'd finished the upstroke, his first jet was finishing and she repeated the cycle. As she made the next downstroke, his missile jettisoned again, pumping nearly two-feet into the air this time before splattering on his own stomach. "Pump it, honey!" she cooed, as she continued to pump him like that.  He continued to shoot another pair of foot-high ejaculations. Then, the next half-dozen shots were still a good six-inches high. "Honey, you are just a semen machine! Pump it! Pump it!"

With lessening volume, Ken continued to pump load after load, until about a dozen spurts later, his orgasm finally subsided.

Immediately, Tory leaned down and popped his exhausted shaft in her mouth, delicately sucking on his monster's head. She swooned as she felt several post-orgasmic pulses in her oral cavity. There was something wonderfully powerful about feeling a man's cock her mouth just after an orgasm, when he was the most hyper-sensitive. His hands were at her head, clutching it through his post-orgasmic shudders. She expertly blew him, knowing not to overdo it at this stage, so as to make the most of his post-orgasm ecstasy.

"Oh fuck..." he gasped. "That was so fucking hot... It felt so good..."

He took her again and again that night, until he'd filled each of her holes and they were both exhausted.

~ ~ ~

Tory had to wait until four months had passed since her surgery before she could get her first saline fill. Over that time her breasts had settled, somewhat, and their appearance was looking better. She met the local doctor that Dr. Lima had recommended just after the first month, and she had continued to meet with him monthly so that he could make sure everything was progressing well. In October, he filled each implant with an additional 100ccs, expanding her breasts about half a cupsize. Over the succeeding months, she would have a fill of 100ccs every two weeks, basically boosting her up a cupsize every month. Of course, Ken wouldn't even be aware of the increase until she finally obtained her F-cup size, since he never saw her without a bra on, and Tory couldn't wait until the day that she could envelope his fat cock in her naked F-cup breasts.

In the meantime, she trepidatiously watched if anyone noticed her ever-swelling boobs. After the first fill, no one said anything at the office, even Abby hadn't noticed. She made a point of seeing her parents and sister on a bi-weekly basis now, so that her size increases would be less noticeable. Eventually, someone would notice, but she wanted it to be as gradual as possible.

When she met with Ken, she used only one sock at the bottom of each cup now, instead of two, each. The result was that she didn't bulge up out of the bra any more than she had before the fill, and she appeared pretty much the same way to him. She really wanted to leave both socks in and bulge outrageously for him, but had to remind herself that the goal was to really become the size that she only appeared to him, now. She could tease him with ever-larger boobs after she attained her full F-cup size.

After her second fill-up, she had to move up to a D-cup bra in the "real" world (in other words, when she wasn't with Ken), and that got a couple of people noticing her enlargement.

Abby was the first.

She had stopped by Tory's office for their daily chat, when she suddenly stopped dead after the first few sentences.

"What?" Tory asked her.

"Oh my goodness," Abby said, staring at Tory's bust, "you're bigger." She closed the door to the office so as not to be over heard.

Tory beamed back at her friend.

"Shit!" Abby exclaimed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I've been having the implants filled with more saline," Tory explained.

"Well, I can tell that they're bigger," Abby confirmed. "I thought something was going on before, but wasn't quite sure. Now I'm sure."

Tory nodded.

"A C-cup wasn't enough for your guy, huh?" Abby asked.

"And neither is a D," Tory replied, to which she got a blank, open-mouthed look from Abby. "He wants me to swell up to an F-cup."

"Are you shitting me?" Abby asked. "An F-cup is huge!"

"I know," Tory responded with a smile.

"You're going to look like such a bimbo, Tor," Abby said.

"I don't give a shit what anyone thinks except Ken," Tory replied. "It drives him crazy to see me with a big chest and I love it."

Abby looked at her newly buxom friend with some surprise.

"What have you done with Tory's body?" she said, after several moments.

Tory looked at her friend as if she were crazy. "What?"

"You sound like someone else has taken over your body," Abby replied, and shook her head. "It's hard to believe it's you saying these things."

Tory sat back and smiled. "It's fucked up, huh?" she asked, and smiled.

"What happened to the self-assertive woman I knew who hated buxom bimbos?" Abby asked in return.

"She knew what she had to do in order to keep a good thing."

"But it’s so unlike you!" Abby replied.

"I know," Tory responded. "I've gone through a lot of self-examination: Is this really something I wanted to do, I asked myself. And you know what? It is."

"But you're changing yourself for somebody else!" Abby exclaimed. "You would never do that in the past.  Especially, when it came to your boobs!"

Tory looked down at her big set.

"I just can't believe what I'm hearing and seeing," Abby continued. "Tory Avalon is blowing up her tits like a bimbo just for some guy?" Abby shook her head. "It doesn't make sense. What happened to you?"

Tory looked back up at her friend.

"You wanna know what happened?" Tory asked.

Abby gave her a single curt nod.

"A man stepped into my life like no other man I've ever met. This man is of exceptional character, he's funny, he's clever, he's smart, he's personable, he's assertive and in control, he's into what I'm into, plus, he's gorgeous, built like a brick shithouse, and ultra-rich, to boot. He's everything I've ever dreamed of in a companion, and he was into me, as well. Everything pointed to having finally met the man of my dreams except for one little teeny tiny thing."

"He likes babes with boobs," Abby said.

Reluctantly, Tory nodded. "He gets aroused by big breasts. He can't even cum unless he's with someone who's, at least, an F-cup."

"He's never had an orgasm with you?" Abby asked.

Tory laughed. "Oh, I've gotten him to pop, alright, but I've had to use a bit of trickery."

Abby raised her eyebrows: Do tell...

"When I go out with him, I wear a bra padded out to make me look like an F-cup."

Abby lowered her eyebrows in a scowl and quickly shook her head.

"What!"

Tory grinned. "It works. But when I'm big enough, I won't need to bother with the padding."

"Will you listen to yourself?" Abby pressed. "You're wearing silly stuffed bras and pumping saline into your tits just to satisfy some guy! What the fuck?"

"You're not listening," Tory said, suddenly becoming quite serious and leaning toward her girlfriend. "This could be The One. He's fantastic; he's the only guy who has ever made me want to do something just for him. I would never do this for just any guy, girl, and I think you know me well enough to realize that. Guys have always been there for me to use. Play with them and fuck 'em, and then discard 'em. You know me: why would I bother doing anything for just a regular guy? I've always had a dream-guy in my head, one that I thought was only pure fantasy, and couldn't possibly exist.

“I'm tellin' you, Abby: Ken is that guy! I found him one night and suddenly faced the blunt fact that he was about to leave my life as quickly as he entered. I was dumbstruck. I couldn't let that happen. Here was fucking Nirvana right in front of me, the whole ball of wax, and he was about to politely say good-bye. Because of what? Because I had no tits? Are you fucking kidding me? I had to think fast to keep from losing him that very night, and so I offered to get boobs. Afterward, I had plenty of second thoughts and doubts, even after I got them. You know this isn't something I would do on a whim. I felt like I'd betrayed myself for a while. What the fuck was I doing with tits for goodness sake? I'd look in the mirror wonder who was looking back at me? But then, I'd remember why I made the sacrifice and figured I could put up with them. Wouldn't you make such a sacrifice to find true bliss?

"But you wanna know what's the kicker? I get off on his satisfaction. The more he gets excited by me, the more it excites me. It's fucking amazing and I've never had anything like it before. I found out that these sacks of saline shoved under my skin can actually be something cool, something to have fun with instead of just a nuisance. To watch him go crazy when I tease him just gets me excited in return. So now I don't have any problem getting a big fucking rack, girl. I know why it's there and it makes me happy. Are people gonna judge me? Of course they are!" Tory laughed. "Ask me if I give a shit."

Abby found herself smiling.

"Thanks," she said.

"For what?" Tory asked.

"For filling in the blanks," her girlfriend replied. "I was like: 'What happened to Tory?' Now I know."

"I know it seems crazy," Tory said.

"It's fucking insane!" Abby came back. "But, at least, I got a pretty good idea as to why you're doing what you’re doing."

"People are gonna think I'm insane."

"Absolutely." Abby smiled.

"I'm not stoppin' at an F-cup, Ab'," Tory suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" her friend wanted to know.

"I told you he needed me to be an F in order to pop," Tory repeated, to which Abby nodded. "But, I want more than that. I want him to go absolutely fucking bonkers when he sees me, and to do that I need to get pumped bigger than an F-cup."

"You are fucking insane," Abby said. "How big do you want to go?"

"I'm thinking maybe an H or an I-cup for maximum eye-poppin' value," Tory replied, matter-of-factly.

Abby slowly shook her head. "You are going to be monstrously huge, you know that, right? An F-cup is really big, but it's still within some kind of reason. Something like what you're talking about is going to seem mind-boggling big, especially since you started out as an A-cup."

"I know," Tory said. "And I can't wait."