"Revenge", Chapter 6, part 1

Just a short update today.  Trying to get back into the swing of things after my father's passing.  The next posting will be the last from "Revenge".

Please be aware that this is a first draft and is bound to have grammatical errors.

REVENGE

 by

Shadowmuse Blown

Chapter Six

Part 1

September '15

3600ccs

R-cup

It was early morning, right after breakfast, when he brought her to the pump room one day.

She stopped dead before the door when she realized where he'd led her as they had been discussing plans for the coming weekend.

"Honey," she said. "No. You can't be serious. You told me that I was big enough."

He guided her inside and she sat down in the chair. She wore nothing but matching sky blue panties and a very tight camisole that she had gotten when she had been an M-cup.

As he set-up the machine—setting the cup indicator to "R", to match her present size—and prepped her port sites, she continued her objections.

"If you're gonna pump me up a cupsize or two, I guess I can live with that," she conceded. "But please don't pump me as big as last time. I'm so big, already!" She gestured with her hands, holding them out as if to hold her majestic melons, but several inches away. "Look at me! Have you ever been with anyone anywhere near as big as this? Aren't I your fantasy already, honey?"

He nodded. "You certainly are," he replied, and inserted the first needle.

"Then why do you need to make me bigger?" she asked, confused.

"Because," he said, as he finished inserting and clicking in the first needle, and then retrieving the second, "you’ll look even more awesome when you're pumped bigger. It drives me crazy, I can't think of anything else but you."

She was quiet for a moment, as she smiled at the thought of him being unable to take his mind off of her.

Ken finished with the second needle and walked over to the pump.

"Tell me you don't love being the center of my universe," he said, and switched the pump on "SLOW".

"I do," she said, grinning now. "I love the idea of you getting so hard thinking about me... Just a couple of cupsizes, okay?"

He turned the switch to "MEDIUM" and stepped over to her to kiss her.

They kissed for a while, Tory totally lost in lust as he fucked her with his tongue. When they finally broke, her bust hurt from the tightening cami. She looked at the machine and saw that it was over a thousand CCs.

"Hun!" she exclaimed. "Turn it off! That's way too much!"

But he only looked at her, smiling. "You look so fucking hot," he replied.

"I'm passed a W-cup, for goodness sake!" she cried. "No, honey... please stop it... I don't want to get any bigger than this! It's too big! It's too big!"

"You want it," he said, and bent down to kiss her.

She felt his tongue invade her mouth even while she heard seams popping on the cami. She whimpered, and tried to say 'no', although his tongue filled far too much of her mouth for her to talk.

"Tell me you want to get bigger, baby," he cooed. "It drives me so crazy..."

1400ccs: Y-cup.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! They're getting so heavy! Please stop pumping me, honey! Please!"

He knew he'd eventually hit some sort of wall with respect to her expansion. He knew there would be a certain point where she'd just freak out about getting any larger. Indeed, if he could get her past this point, he figured there would be many additional walls thereafter.

One wall at a time.

1600ccs

Gently, he took her head in his hands and turned her face to his. "I love you so much," he lied. "You get me so hard when you're bigger," he confessed truthfully. "I can barely take it. I'm so ready to pop now."

"Really?" she asked, calming down, somewhat. "Let me see."

He stepped back, unzipped and fished out his scarlet, throbbing member.

1800ccs

"Oh sweetie..." she cooed.

"Tell me you want to get bigger," he said, softly, pre-cum oozing from the tip of his teeming pole.

"Oh, I do..." she whispered. "I want to get so big for you, honey." She couldn't resist, and reached out to touch his raging boner, even as she grimaced from the pain of the ever tightening camisole. The top of it dug deep into her expanding flesh as her swollen balloons bulged both above and below the straining edge.

Just as her slender, long-nailed fingers touched his engorged prong, the cami gave way and burst open in an incredible display of udder fascination.

Ken groaned and his hot rod detonated, blasting a thick expulsion of cream in an orgasm that felt like it was being ripped from his ecstatic bludgeon.

At 2000ccs, the pump switched off, as Tory stroked Ken's hyper-excited rocket, it's fire shooting a yard across the small room. He cried out in sweet relief. Her chest was so huge, and the vision of her breasts blowing out the cami was so awesome. The fact that she just happened to touch his cock-already on the bursting point—at the same time that the cami blew out only added to his incredibly intense orgasm.

"Ooooooh..." he moaned, quivering in ecstasy, as her fingers slid over his hyper-excited dome, and eliciting another thick stream of milky rope to be jettisoned. He held onto the chair with one hand and he ran the other over a newly swollen bosom. She was so fucking hot looking: that face, those gigantic swollen balloons with her dark gnarly nipples sticking out and calling him to suck on them. She stroked him expertly, heightening the orgasm considerably.

Tory looked down at his member: it was bigger and redder than she could ever recall. It even felt harder than she had ever felt it, too. It was so fucking hot to watch the sheer amount of cum that gushed out of that angry red bulb, inflating slightly each time it blasted that delicious hot cream. Her excitement only caused her own nipples to stiffen extensively, which, in turn, fueled Ken's orgasm all the more.

"That's it, honey..." she cooed. "Shoot it all out for your balloon-breasted girl... Yeah... Oh, honey, you are a fucking semen machine!... Shoot it!... Shoot it!... Am I big enough to make you keep on pumpin', honey?... Yeah... Look at how fucking huge you made me... So fucking big... Just for you to cum... and cum... and cum..."

She stroked him until his final post-orgasmic shivers finally finished.

"Oh shit, baby," he whispered, once he'd finally finished and bent over to cup her face and kiss her passionately. When they broke the kiss, he shoved his softening pecker back into his pants and zipped up. "You're so fucking hot."

"Do you like your handiwork?" she asked, with a sly smile. But she looked down at her newly pumped orbs and thought, Fuck! They're so fucking BIG! And they're SO heavy!

He looked her hyper-blown hooters, so big and round lying atop her semi-reclined ribcage.

"You bet I do," he said, as his crotch began to swell once more. "You look fucking awesome!"

Her distaste for her breasts' extreme size began to melt as she watched his reaction.

"Well," she said, "if you'd help me out of these needles, you can play with them all you'd like."

As Ken removed the needles and put Band-aides over the entry points of the large needles, Tory considered her size.

I think I can live with these easily enough, she thought to herself. They're SO much bigger, but I can learn to compensate for the extra size and weight. He loves them SO much! And my fans will go ga-ga over these whales! But where is it going to end? Every time he pumps me larger, I think: 'oh, that's GOT to be enough for him.' But is it? Is this finally big enough for him? How much bigger will he want me to go?

He helped her stand—Tory feeling for the first time what over 25 pounds of breasts feels like as they pulled her on her torso—and she discarded what was left of the cami. Previously, her breasts had weighed about 16 pounds together. The added weight was a considerable difference.

Standing to her right, Ken kissed her passionately, once more, his left hand up against her supple nipple and his right running over and around her newly swollen right sphere, which stuck out an incredible eight-and-a-half inches from her ribcage. Her spherical boobs together measured just over 17 inches wide, altogether.

"Honey," she said once they had broken the kiss, minutes later, "how much bigger are you going to pump me?" She looked down at her massive glands. She felt like the captain of a tanker ship up in his bridge looking down at his enormous vessel. Had she really been flatchested, once?

He smiled, and took her hand to lead her down the hall. As they left the room, Tory noted that the cupsize indicator on the pump read "ZB".

"Your implants are only rated for a thousand CCs," he said.

"But you've pumped 5600ccs into each of my tits if that pump is to be believed," she pointed out.

"Yeah, the implants can be overfilled to around eight times their standard rating," he said.

Eight TIMES! screamed Tory's mind. Eight thousand CCs!

"But it's not really recommended to go that far," he added, calming her fears a little. "I want to have you visit the doctor next week so that he can see if everything looks okay. He'll do an ultrasound and make sure everything's fine with you and your implants."

Tory smiled as he led her into the bedroom.

"So, you don't think you should pump me up to the full 8,000ccs, then," she stated.

"No," he replied, turning to her at the foot of the bed, "I think we've pumped these implants as much as we should."

She broke out into a huge grin. "Come on," she said, and began unbuttoning his shirt, "let's try these babies out on you."

~ ~ ~ 

A few days later, Tory was in Brazil being fitted with replacement implants. Apparently, her doctor in New York had found a defect in one of them, and Ken felt it would be safer just to have them both replaced.

When she was able to get the bandages off for the first time and could sit or stand upright, she realized that she had been right that the implants felt different.

"They feel heavier and a little bulkier," she mused to Adrianna, who had met her again on this visit to keep her company and to ensure everything went went well.

"That's because they are," Adrianna replied. "But only by 400ccs. Ken had instructed that these should be filled to a full 6,000ccs."

Tory smiled and shook her head as she considered her enormous tankers hanging off of her chest like a pair of super-sized Christmas balls. "That man won't be satisfied till he's got me blown to the full 8,000ccs these suckers are rated for."

Adrianna raised her eyebrows, but seemed to realize something and then settled her composure into a warm smiled, and nodded.

"Oh, he'll do it, alright," Tory said to her friend, misreading Adrianna's surprised reaction.

"I'm sure you're right," Adrianna replied, with an even wider grin.

But soon, Tory was back on American soil again. She adjusted to the additional 400ccs of saline easily enough and the weeks and months went by quickly with her time divided between dancing, web shoots, cam shows, and dates with Ken—who would come see her on the road often.

6000ccs

T-cup