"Revenge" is 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.
REVENGE
by
Shadowmuse Blown
Chapter Four
August 2014
1800ccs; I-cup
And within a couple of months vicTORYous.com was born.
"Honey," she said, with a bit more concern, "I'm up to a J-cup! Stop the machine! I don't wanna get any bigger!"
"Shhhhh..." he said, and came around the side of the chair to kiss her.
She opened up, melting under his tongue, and they kissed passionately for a while as her breasts slowly filled and filled. But Tory wasn’t even aware of the pump, anymore. Her mind and soul were totally filled with this man and how wonderful it felt to kiss him and how much he meant to her and how she wanted to please him because he was so wonderful.
When he withdrew, he looked in her eyes. "You get me so hot," he told her.
She smiled, but then remembered the pump and looked at the read-out.
457ccs
"Oh no!" she cried. "Honey, please stop the machine! I don't want get this big!" She looked down at her swollen bosoms, now bigger than K-cups.
"Don't you want to drive me so crazy?" he whispered into her ear.
"But I'm getting so big!" she said in a small voice. "Please don't make me get any bigger..."
He unzipped his fly and fished out his throbbing cock and placed her hand on it.
"Oh honey..." she cooed. She did want to drive him crazy.
He moaned.
"The bigger you get the more excited I get," he whispered, and kissed her deeply, shuddering as she pumped his cock, already slick with precum. "Tell me you want to get bigger for me," he coaxed, withdrawing his tongue to cover her cheeks with light kisses as he shivered from her hand's ministrations.
"Oh honey..." she whispered. "I love getting you excited..."
"Tell me..." he said, stifling a moan of ecstasy as her hand elicited delicious sensations from his hyper-excited mast. He looked at her swelling chest and had to fight to keep from exploding. She looked so fucking insanely hot with these bigger breasts!
She looked at the read-out again.
621ccs
"Tell me..." he repeated, right on the brink of orgasm, his body shaking from her hand's manipulations.
There's no going back, she thought to herself. I'm already so big that I've lost my job. I'm already past the point where I'm merely huge. I'm swelling into the ranks of the almost freakishly large. I can't go back. I might as well use it to my advantage. It drives him so crazy...
"I want to get bigger," she said, unable to believe her own words. But feeling his cock surge in her hand, she pressed onward. "Oh, honey... make me really big, honey... I wanna get so fucking big for you. Blow me up, honey. Blow me up HUGE..."
It was too much for him and he pressed his mouth to hers and let her fill his oral cavity with her tongue as he exploded in her hand, gushing across the floor as her breasts filled larger and larger. As she felt him suck her tongue deeply into his mouth, she found she could just see the digital dispaly out of one eye...
703ccs
Holy shit... Tory thought to herself. How big would she get as he came and came, possibly forgetting about the machine pumping countless CCs into her awaiting tanks of lust? She felt a hand of his come down to cup one of her incredibly huge balloon-tits. She felt his trembling hand as he hefted the new weight of her swelling bosom, felt his fingers squeeze inward a little to appreciate her volume. Her hand felt his cock swell with each ejaculation, felt it course up and out of his shaft—especially from under his rod—as each thick, heavy load rocketed out and exploded into the air. She heard each stream as it splattered thickly on the linoleum floor. Again and again he erupted, jetting out another and another hot rope. She felt him suck harder on her fat tongue with each new wave of his orgasm, and wondered if he could actually feel her bloated breast enlarge with the continuously added saline being forced into her implant with each passing second.
749ccs...
He withdrew from her tongue and looked down at her gorgeous face.
So big... she mouthed the words at him, her half-lidded eyes gazing at him full of sexual power.
A moment ago, he had been in control: forcing her already big breasts to inflate far bigger than she had ever wanted, and now she was telling him to make her even bigger! His plans were working far better than he'd hoped. He shivered again as she elicited another ejaculation from his delirious member, her bloated bosom so big in his hand.
His mouth was open in ecstasy as he continued to cum in her hand. His orgasm was waning, but she could still feel him pump in wave after wave in her eager palm—shorter now, no doubt, with less volume, but he was still cumming. It was so intense to watch him looking back at her while she knew that he cumming simply from her breasts swelling. She loved watching his eyes bulge with each wave of orgasm as she felt his cock inflate a bit in response.
800ccs.
The machine stopped on its own.
Her puzzled look was obvious, and he cleared his throat, even as he finished cumming in her hand.
"I set the pump to stop when it reached 800ccs," he said. "I figured I might get a little pre-occupied."
"Oooooooo..." she cooed at him. Her hand slick with semen, she messaged his cockhead through the end of his orgasm. She watched his face: his mouth open and a little "uh" escaping his lips with each post-orgasmic shudder. "Yeah, honey, that's it... I want you to feel the max with each little echo... Hold on to my new big bosom, honey... It's so fucking big, and it's all for you..." She milked him until he stopped shuddering from the little post-cum shivers, and he leaned over to kiss her once more.
"Let's get you unhooked," he said, shoving his happy cock back in his pants and zipping them up. He retrieved a cotton ball, dabbed it in some solution and then placed it over the left needle's injection site and covered it as he withdrew the needle. When he was satisfied that the bleeding had stopped—caused by the sheer size of the needle—he repeated the process on the right needle. "The design of these needles allows them to lock into the port so that higher pressure can be used in filling the implants," he explained, as he finished his work. When he was done, he walked around in front of her and extended his hands to signal her to get up.
Tory sat up.
"Whoa..." she said, noting the full effect of gravity on her new eleven-and-a-half-pound pair of breasts. "I can feel the weight difference right away." She looked down at her swollen mammaries. "I'm not sure how big I am, though."
"In terms of volume," Ken replied, "you're up to a total of 2600ccs in each breast."
"Fuck..." Tory whispered.
"As far as a cupsize goes," he continued. "Look." He went over to the pump and showed her one of the digital read-outs. It had a small window and read "M". "I had this designed, myself," he explained. "So, I figured it might be helpful to you to see what approximate cupsize that volume translated for you."
"An M cup?" she asked, unbelieving. "Fuck," she repeated. "I can't believe I'm so fucking big!"
He smiled. "You look fucking awesome!" he reported.
She looked up at him.
"Am I big enough for you now?" she asked, and smiled.
"Here," he said, purposely not answering the question, but returning the smile and handing back her V-neck green stretch top. "No point in bothering with that tiny I-cup bra, is there?"
She pulled the top over her new bloated tanks and laughed. "No, I don't suppose there is."
She had a wonderful weekend with Ken. She wound up using the I-cup bra so that she looked extra-outrageous, bulging out of it, sinfully, when they went out to dinner. She felt bold and super-hot with him. Everything she did was to excite him and drive him crazy, and he, in turn, excited her with his reactions. She had cum harder that weekend then she'd ever remembered before, and it seemed as if he had been even more excited than she could recall, too, if that were possible. She loved the stares when they went out, because it just reinforced how much Ken thought she was desirable. The bigger her tits, the more it drove him crazy, and so any negative reactions she got out in public just boosted her sexual desire, knowing that Ken would love it.
~ ~ ~
But on Monday morning, alone in her apartment, things felt much different. The sexual fantasy was gone, replaced by the sheer fact that her bust was ENORMOUS, and that she would probably be fired today. She looked at her reflection in the mirror over her bureau. Ken had furnished her with a great M-cup bra—knowing full-well in advance that he was planning on blowing her up that big—and she wore it now under an emerald green top—with a high neckline, so as not to suggest anything further, sexually—and her black pantsuit. There was no hope of buttoning her suit jacket. Her swollen orbs projected out so far! They stuck out a good seven inches while wearing the bra—thrust forward of her jacket's sides, which were open wide due to the fact that her bosoms bulged out past either side of her rib cage. I look like I've shoved a couple of balloons under my top, she thought, shaking her head. She had felt so sexually empowered when she was with Ken: her big tits were a badge of honor, a sign that she wanted to please him, sexually. She could take on any taunt or leer or joke with ease when she was near him. It had been a wonderful sexual fantasy world. But without him around, it was back to reality, except that she still had these fantasy breasts! And they were so fucking HUGE! It had been one thing when she was still an I-cup. Somehow, she could manage to deal with that size, but now they were four cupsizes bigger!
She took a deep breath to calm herself, only to watch her already stupendous bust rise with her inhalation, making her appear even bigger. She shook her head again.
"Fuck," she said, quietly.
She went over it again in her head. It had been one thing when she had decided how big she was going to go. When she had chosen the I-cup as a goal, she felt that that was enormous, but that it was somehow manageable. She could be tremendously buxom, but not so damn outrageous as to instantly call attention to herself where-ever she was. The M-cup size that she was now, was beginning to change all that. Some would consider her freakishly large now (although, there were those who had already thought that when she was an I-cupper). She had to admit, she was pushing the boundaries of what she would consider a "freak". She looked so "in-your-face-big" now, and it hadn't been by her choice. Not initially, anyway. She had eventually told Ken to make her bigger because she had gotten so caught up in the sexual excitement of the whole thing. The idea of his excitement growing because of her swelling breasts had been impossible to overcome. When she had first stood up, she had regretted the decision a little, but soon afterward had gotten caught up in the sexual fantasy of the whole situation with him, wanting to ever tease Ken—feeding off of his excitement. For the rest of the weekend, she had felt that she could face the world with these super-breasts and not be afraid. She had even fantasized about going to work and shoving them in her boss' face, daring her to fire her.
But now, the adrenaline was gone. The sexual excitement and fantasy were gone. Ken wasn't here, and her gigantic tits remained.
She didn't feel sexually empowered.
She felt like a bimbo shoved into a woman's suit, pretending to be an executive, but still looking like a whore.
Might as well get it over with, she thought to herself, and left her mirror.
Everyone seemed to be staring at her on the subway into Manhattan. Women leered at her or laughed. Men blatantly stared or laughed. Old ladies smirked and frowned, shaking their heads. It was a crowded train and it was packed. She stood over someone sitting on a bench and wondered if they stared up at her cantilevered chest.
On the street she passed a building under construction. The guys whistled or called out rude things.
"Hey! Boobs!"
"My number's 777-7777!"
"Holy shit!"
"How do you walk with them things?"
"Look at the tits!"
"Oh, baby! I LOVE you! Suffocate me with your balloons!"
And on and on and on.
Everyone in her company seemed to do either a double-take on her, or just let their eyes bug out of their sockets, to varying degrees. By the time she got to her office and closed the door, she was breathing fast and near tears. She did nothing for a while and then got up and paced her office.
How could she even hope to accomplish doing her job with reactions like those?
Not that she could blame them. She had transformed herself into something beyond the normal or notable into something rare and bizarre. She had gone from raising an eyebrow to raising both eyebrows, and dropping a jaw.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
She quickly composed herself and sat down.
"Come," she said, flatly.
It was Carol in posting. Carol was a forty-something brunette whose F-cup bust had always made Tory think of her as a cow. That was before Tory's bust began to swell, of course. Ever since Tory had been a C-cup last year, and had begun to realize that a big bust didn't mean a small brain, she'd begun to treat Carol very differently, even apologizing for her previous meanness, at one point.
"Are you okay?" Carol asked, a look of concern on her face.
Tory shook her head, and motioned for Carol to close the door.
She looked at Carol for a few moments.
"What's wrong?" Carol asked. "You looked so upset when you came through posting."
Tory indicated her enormous set with a wave of both of her hands.
"This is what's wrong," she said, barely able to contain the tears that wanted to burst forth.
"You're so big!" Carol said. "Is that it? Why did you let yourself get so big?"
Tory let out a short, bark of a laugh.
"It seemed like such a good idea over the weekend," she said.
"Why isn't it still a good idea?" Carol wanted to know.
"Because I'm so... BIG!" Tory replied, with exasperation. "Everyone looks at me like a freak."
"Was it something you felt you really wanted to do when you did it?"
"Yeah," Tory replied. "But Carol, I'm going to lose my job!"
"Why?"
"They didn't like how I kept getting bigger," Tory replied. "They don't think it's very appropriate and that it casts the company in a bad light. They told me that if I ever got any bigger than when I was an I-cup, they'd let me go."
"So, why did you do it, then?" Carol asked, puzzled.
"Because..." Tory trailed off, trying to think of the words. How explicit did she want to get with Carol, after all? After a moment, she decided to come clean. After all, Carol was one of the few people who was treating her like a human being. "Because I got caught up in trying to please my boyfriend for the sexual thrill of it."
Carol slowly nodded, an "Aha!" look dawning on her face.
"And it seemed like the right thing to do," Carol said. "And you felt good about it, initially?"
"Yeah..." Tory replied, slowly. "I did. But then when Ken wasn't around this morning, I didn't have that euphoria anymore. Suddenly, I just felt very vulnerable."
"Well," Carol said, "one can be very vulnerable when one's buxom. You have to kinda wear your boobs like armor sometimes. Just look at how mean you used to be to me and Silvia on your own team."
"I was a fucking idiot," Tory replied.
"But you have to protect yourself against the idiots," Carol said. "Not all of them get big boobs and learn what it's like." She smiled.
"I guess that's what really hurts," Tory said. "I know what they're thinking. I know how little they think of me. And I know I used to be even worse. I guess I deserve every leer and lewd remark."
"Perhaps," Carol shrugged, "but you don't deserve to lose your job."
"I'm a fool, Carol," Tory said.
"Let me ask you a question," Carol said after a moment. "What's more important to you right now, your boyfriend or your job?"
"I..." Tory began, then stopped. "I guess, my boyfriend, when you get right down to it."
"Then, the next logical question is: which is more important? Doing something that pleases you and your boyfriend or something which you do only to keep your job?"
"Huh..." Tory responded. "Maybe I'm not such a fool."
"I don't know," Carol said. "But unless your boyfriend will pay your bills, it will suck to be unemployed."
Tory laughed. "Well," she said, "I hope he'll help me out a bit, anyway."
Tory thanked Carol and then followed her out to the aisle. "There's no time like the present," she told her and headed off to Dick Stamper's office.
When she appeared in his door, she nearly bust out laughing at the look of shock that overtook his features upon seeing her physique.
"Step inside," he finally managed to say. When she'd closed the door, he continued. "Are you insane?" he asked her. "What the hell is wrong with you? You told me that you wouldn't get any..." he trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it.
"Bigger," Tory finished for him, and feeling amused at his reaction.
"You think this is funny?" he asked her upon seeing the smirk on her face.
"I think it's fucking hilarious, Dick," she replied. "You gonna call Angela or just keep ogling my tits?"
Stamper turned red at her comment and immediately picked up the phone to dial Angela Atkinson's extension.
"Angela?" he asked into the receiver. "We have a problem. Will you come to my office immediately? I have Avalon here."
He hung up the phone.
"And to answer your statement," Tory said, "I didn't have any plans to get any bigger. But certain circumstances prompted me to change my mind."
"I can't believe that this is you, standing here in front of me," he said. "You used to put down women with big breasts. How did you manage to change your mind?"
Tory shrugged. "What do you think?" she asked. "Do I look better this way than as a flatsy?"
Before Stamper could issue a response, the door opened and the V.P. for the department, Angela Atkinson, came in. She took one look at Tory, and closed the door.
"You're fired," she said, a determined look on her face.
"Thank-you," Tory replied.
"You did this purposely to get fired?" Atkinson asked her.
"No, but I didn't feel like waiting around here all day to feel the ax," Tory said.
"What's more," Atkinson told her--a surging anger rising with each sentence--"I'm going to make sure you never work in this industry again. I'll be damned if I'm going to have some cow make a fool out of me! You knew you were going to augment yourself like this from the beginning. I don't know why you suddenly wished to look like a fucking blimp-titted whore, but you are not going to walk out that door and find another job doing anything remotely similar. You should now work in an industry more to your suiting like prostitution or making hard-core sex videos or stripping. Work for an audience of self-wanking assholes, where your sex-balloons can make you a decent living between abortions, you disgusting slut. You make me sick!"
And with that, Atkinson stormed out of the room, a look of barely contained fury on her face.
Tory just stood there for a moment, stunned at the sudden vitriol that had spewed from Atkinson. After a moment of staring at the door that Atkinson had slammed on her way out, she looked over at Stamper, who didn't look pleased.
"Is it just me, or was that an overreaction?" Tory asked, realizing that she was shaking a little.
"Get out," Stamper said, angrily. "Security will be up to escort you off the premises."
"You think I deserved that outburst?" she asked, surprised at his reaction.
"Just get the fuck out of my sight you balloon-titted whore," he said, and picked up the phone to dial security.
Reacting as if she'd just been struck across the face, Tory slowly went to the door and let herself out. She went to the copy room and collected a few empty paper boxes and went back to her office to clear it out. A security guard showed up to stand by her door as she cleaned out her desk and stripped the walls of years of gathered mementos and personal effects. When others saw the guard, some of them came in to help her, and to call a cab. Abby found out about what had happened and came in to help, as well. She took the rest of the day off so that she could help her friend move everything back to her apartment.
~ ~ ~
"What am I going to do?" the super-buster blonde that was Tory Avalon asked her lover, Ken, when he stepped into her apartment that evening. She had called him to cry about the whole episode and he told her that he'd be over that evening after work.
"Well," he replied, taking her into his arms and hugging her while he grew instantly hard from feeling her swollen bulbs press up into his chest, "you won't have to deal with that bitch anymore, that's for sure."
"Her whole blow-up was weird," Tory said. "I've never seen her like that, it was as if my pumping up my boobs was an affront to her."
"Perhaps it is," Ken suggested. "After all, you used to have a pretty low opinion of large breasted women and an even worse one of augmented women. At least, from what you've told me."
"Yeah," Tory replied. "I did."
"She may see the whole 'super-augmentation' thing as just a perversion. You really may have simply disgusted her because she thought you were just out to be a slut."
"Stamper too?" she asked. "He seemed very angry at me, too."
Ken shrugged. "Who knows? He may simply have been echoing his boss."
Ken moved in to kiss her, and as their tongues danced, his cock grew harder and harder. Her lips and tongue were so sensual and her breasts felt so wonderfully big pressed between their torsos. He'd never been with a girl bigger than an F-cup, much less an I-cup or M-cup! He wanted her so badly!
And then, Ken felt her hands opening his belt and, in turn, his pants.
"Ooooh..." he moaned, softly, as she took his member in her hands after fishing them out of his briefs.
"Oh, honey," she cooed, between lustful kisses, "you're so hard, and you're leaking!" She stroked him slowly, forcing a grunt from his lips. "Grab my tits and hold on," she whispered.
As Ken held onto her enormous wonders, she teased his bulb mercilessly, all the while teasing the inside of his mouth with her long tongue. When she had him shaking, and his breathing was ragged, she turned it on full steam. "Yeaaaaahhhh..." she teased. "I'm so fucking big that you can't help but explode in my hands, honey..."
She felt him dig his fingers into swollen saline bombs, and when his mouth fell open and his big cock swelled up just a tad more, she knew she had him ready to explode.
"Burst for me," she cooed in his ear.
In the next instant, she felt his whole body tense as he gasped and fiery hot cum blasted out of his canon. She giggled a light, airy giggle as she continued to frig him, pointing his enraged organ skyward so that his ejaculate splattered up against the underside of her enormous bosoms, soaking the top she had worn since this morning when she had considered herself in her bureau's mirror. At the time, she had felt lost: a bimbo with fantasy tits that was no longer in her fantasy world.
But now Ken was here and her fantasy world had returned. Nothing could harm her now. With her job's termination, she had had her major reason for strife between her fantasy world and the real world severed. Oh, there would still be other major hurtles, but that had been the biggest. What could go wrong now that she had her perfect man and could please him so effortlessly?
She pumped him until his orgasm began to subside and then quickly dropped to her knees to pop him in her mouth and coddle him there through his post-orgasmic shudders. He grabbed her head and shoved it against his groin as felt the last echoes of his orgasm.
When he had finished completely, he told her to get changed so that he could take her out to dinner. As always, he had a difficult time keeping his mind on his food, only now it was even harder to concentrate with her breasts swollen all the more. He noted how she had to push the plate a bit further away from herself in order to see its contents, as well.
They discussed possible reasons as to why Atkinson and Stamper had been so upset, and talked about her developing a thicker skin while she was about town without him around. What strategies could she mentally adopt that would put her in the same frame of mind when Ken was not with her as when he was?
"But what the hell am I going to do for a living?" Tory asked at one point, after dinner had been served.
Ken thought about it a moment.
"You're a gorgeous woman," he said. "And not only irresistibly sexy, but now you're fairly unique with that huge chest and slight physique. What about starting your own web site?"
She put down her knife and fork and looked up at him.
"You mean, do sex on the internet?" she asked, surprised at his response. "Isn't that just what Atkinson slammed me with?"
"It doesn't have to be sex, per se," he replied. "You could just do pictures and video of you posing and such. There are several very large-busted women who do just that. No sex, and a couple of them don't even pose topless, though I suppose you'd make more if you did."
"Just pose for pictures and videos?" she asked, surprised again.
"You're big enough that I think a lot of men would subscribe to a site featuring you doing just that."
"Huh..." she mused, and picked up her utensils again.
"I know of a good web designer that I could put you in touch with," Ken continued. "I think she'd do an awesome job on your site."
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