Please be aware that this is a first draft and is bound to have grammatical errors.
REVENGE
by
Shadowmuse Blown
Chapter Six
part 2
part 2
April 2016
6000ccs
And then the day came that Tory knew it would: the day when Ken led her back to the Pumping Room. Unlike times past, when they arrived at the room's door, she turned to Ken and smiled.
"I was wondering when you were going to finish pumping me that last 2,000ccs," she said, and kissed him before entering the room. To her surprise, though, the reclining chair was gone, or, at least, the bottom portion where she would rest her legs had been removed. In its place, stirrups had been mounted, such as those she had to use at her ob/gyn.
She looked at him, curiously, and found a big grin on his face.
"Take off your shorts and panties," he said. "I want to enter you while you expand."
She smiled broadly and stripped off her shorts and panties, but kept on the 3-inch spiked sneakers she had been wearing. Ken loved her to walk about in high-heels, and these were made to look like Converse High-tops, but with a spike heel.
She climbed up onto the chair and spread her legs to position her high-heels in the stirrups. Her crotch was at his groin-level.
"You really got everything all set here, huh?" she said, admiringly, as Ken went to get the needles and prep equipment.
Her big planets sat high on her chest, coddled by a new bra that he'd had made for her and gave her that morning. Most of the time, she went braless—at Ken’s request, so as to stretch her skin—so it was nice to give the skin and muscles of her chest a bit of a rest. The bra was of a white sheer silk design and was extremely tight. Tory had been surprised when he'd given it to her as it seemed very flimsy. She was sure that it would only last a few weeks before the strain of carrying around her twenty-six-and-a-half pounds of saline-filled breasts would destroy it. Over the bra she wore a thin, white cotton short-sleeved top that had dozens of small buttons running up the front, which was only slightly looser than the bra. Curiously, the blouse had a zipper up the back, but then Tory realized that the buttons were too small and delicate to really be of much function, and the zipper also simply made it easier to get into and out of the garment.
To Tory's surprise, the top had special slits designed into them at the shoulders so that Ken didn't need to remove her top in order to insert the needles.
But after he cleansed and then anesthetized the site where her ports were located, Tory was a bit taken aback by the sheer thickness of the new chrome needle which Ken held. It was over two-inches long and tapered from a needle-point to a quarter-inch thick. It was attached to a clear line that was equally as wide.
"Honey," she cleared her throat, "is that going into me?"
"Uh-huh," he said, nonchalantly.
"But it's so wide!" she replied with some concern.
"Don't worry," he said, pushing the needle under the fabric of her top under the slit at her shoulder, "you're anesthetized. You won't feel a thing."
She watched with a good deal of nervousness as he slowly slid the needle into the slit. She couldn't feel it, and with the fabric covering the insertion site, couldn't see it, either. But she knew that, slowly, a quarter-inch wide hole was being ripped into her shoulder.
"Why does it need to be so big?" she asked.
"For a quicker flow," he replied, as he twisted the needle until a slight "click" was heard as it latched into her port beneath her skin. She watched him put gauze under the slit and tape the entire assembly to her shoulder.
"Why is that necessary?" she asked, feeling rather trepidatious. "After all, isn't this the last time you'll need to pump my tits?"
"The doctor suggested it as a precaution," Ken replied, as he prepped her other shoulder.
Something didn't add up, but she said nothing more on the subject.
She decided to just go with it, and tease him in the meantime.
"You gettin' all excited, honey?" she cooed. "You thinkin' about your Tory getting all pumped? Bet you can't wait to see my big balloons swell up even bigger! Oh honey! I'm gonna get so big for you!"
As he finished taping the second needle in place, she looked at his crotch as he came around in front of her, and was pleased to see it swollen and distended.
"Oh honey!" she cooed. "Drop those pants and let me see it big and angry!"
He got naked from the waist down and stood between her legs, his cock a mere inch from her spread vaginal lips.
"Don't you need to turn the machine on?" she asked.
He smiled and reached for a small remote on a little table beside them.
She grinned, in return. "You think of everything, don't you?" she asked.
With a few clicks, the machine came to life, the Cupsize Indicator was set to "ZD", the CCs window was initialized to her current volume of 6,000ccs, and the Speed Indicator was reset to "SLOW" from "MEDIUM". He then held out the remote to her, showing her the ON/OFF button.
Her smile grew broader as she reached out and let her index finger hover over the button.
"Let's pump me up really big!" she cooed, and let her finger touch the button.
It was touch sensitive, so that at her merest contact, the pump sprang to life and her implants began to fill with warm saline.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned. "Watch me grow, honey," she whispered. "Watch me grow and swell before your eyes..."
She watched as his cock jumped at her words, and felt the influx of new saline fill her breasts. The rate seemed a little faster than with the old needles with the pump on "medium" speed. She watched the read-out on the console and saw that she was already past 6300ccs.
"Ooooo, honey..." she cooed. "I can feel the weight fill my big balloons... I can feel my skin stretch as the implants fill-up... Gonna get so big for you..."
He nestled his bloated cockhead between her out lips as his hands went to her swelling bosoms, running his palms across their vast surface.
"The bra's getting so tight, honey," she reported. Now she knew the reason for the flimsy bra that was tight when she put it on. He wanted to watch as her expanding tits blew it apart. She was less sure about the blouse, however. Could she really blow open the blouse with couple of thousand extra CCs?
6600ccs
She winced as the bra began to dig into her skin--her breasts pushing out forcefully, now, on the silk. "Oh honey, this bra is getting really tight, now... I'm getting so big...."
He began to push his cockhead into her wet tunnel, felt her lusciousness envelope him. She felt so good! So delicious! So wet and velvety!
There was a pop as a seam gave way in the tortured bra.
"Oh honey!" she cried out in mock alarm. "My bra is gonna burst if you keep filling me like this! You don't want to ruin it, do you?"
Ken put his hands around her butt and began to slowly pump himself in her slick, amazingly sensual canal. He wasn't sure just how long he'd last. With every seam pop, his cock grew ever more excited.
7000ccs
It really IS getting uncomfortable, Tory thought to herself as her ever-swelling balloons tried to destroy the bra she was wearing. Breathing was becoming quite difficult. The bra creaked and groaned as pounds and pounds of saline-filled tit-flesh pushed out against it from every angle. Her breasts tried to force themselves over the tops and under the cups as they fought for any way to escape their ever-smaller prison.
"Honey..." she said, finding it difficult to breathe, now. "What if the bra doesn't break? I'm getting so... so big... I can't..."
And then at 7200ccs Ken watched as the bra popped open and the full force of her giant bosoms pressed against the buttons of the blouse. It looked like a mini-explosion within her top, and now, the once loose buttons had their own battle to fight, but they were no where near straining, yet.
Ken had to stop stroking so as not to explode, himself.
"Oh shit!" Tory exclaimed, laughing. "I thought that thing would never give up the ghost..." She looked down at her ever-filling blouse. "I'm huge."
And she was growing: now past 7500ccs.
"Honey," she said, "I don't think I'm gonna get big enough in 500ccs to bust this blouse."
Ken, once again, began to slowly stroke her.
She smiled, wickedly. "You nearly lost it when the bra popped, didn't you?"
7700ccs
"Am I big enough for you now, honey?" she teased, shifting her shoulders to one side and the other in order to rock her big boulders before his gaze.
7900ccs
The buttons began to pull as gaps began to appear between them.
"I'm straining this blouse now, honey," she said. "But I don't think it's gonna be enough."
8100ccs
Tory glanced at the read-out, a little apprehensively.
"Hon'," she said, louder. "It's gone past 8000. Did you forget to set the limit?"
He said nothing, but continued to pump her.
"Honey!" she cried, somewhat in alarm. "What's gonna happen to the implants if they get pumped too much past their limit?"
"Don't worry," he finally said. "These are made to accept more saline."
8500ccs
"What?" she asked, puzzled. "You said that they were simply replacements."
"They are," he replied. "But they're rated much higher than your old implants."
"W... What?" she stuttered. "No, that can't be... You said... Honey..." she was beginning to panic. How big would she get now?
8800ccs
The buttons were really straining now and wide gaps showed between them as seams began to rip and pop in the blouse.
"Honey!" she cried. "I don't want to get any bigger than this! Please!" She looked down at her gigantic pounders swelling beneath her gaze to a size she hadn't dreamed of before now. "They're so heavy! Oh honey, please stop pumping me! Stop!"
9000ccs
A button flew off the front of her blouse as she swelled ever-greater. Then, in rapid succession, the other buttons followed suit, jettisoning themselves all together so that her creamy twin spheres seemed to explode into the room.
9200ccs
Ken groaned and exploded deep within her tight box, flooding her with thick sauce.
Becoming panic-stricken now, Tory put her hands to the outsides of her fast ballooning blimps, as if to try to stop their expansion with her palms.
"No!" she cried. "No bigger! They're SO FUCKING HUGE! Oh, honey! Please! No more! PLEASE STOP PUMPING MY TITS!"
Ken continued to unload within her velvety dreamlike tunnel as he shook from each wave of orgasm.
9500ccs
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" she cried in rapid succession. "They're as big as basketballs now! Fuck! Stop it! Stop it!" Tears began to run down the sides of her eyes as she ran her palms over and over her swelling delights.
9700ccs
"Look at me," he said, quietly as his orgasm began to wind down.
She did, breathing rapidly.
"You look insanely incredible," he told her. "Tell me you want these big tits just to drive me crazy."
"Uh..." She calmed down somewhat, even as she felt the seriously heavy tug from her twin leviathans.
9900ccs
"Tell me you want to be this big," he said, putting his hands on hers and pressing slightly on her oversized party balloons.
"Okay," she said, quietly. "If... if it's something you really want."
"I do," he replied.
She bit her lip. Her face was wet from tears. "Then I want them, too."
10,000ccs.
The pump stopped, automatically, and Tory looked slowly at the final number of cubic centimeters which had been pumped into her teeming titans: 4,000ccs in total. It was as if someone had emptied the contents of two two-liter soda bottles into each of her breasts.
So big.
In a minor state of shock—her breathing only now beginning to calm down—she looked down at the absolutely HUGE pair of saline balloons jutting out from her ribcage. They were bigger than basketballs! Each breast was a giant flesh sphere sticking out over ten-and-a-half inches--over 21 inches wide!
They were heavy! She felt them pull at her skin and shoulder muscles.
Monstrously big.
Her attention was caught by a splattering sound. It was only then that she realized that Ken was still stroking her, his hands still holding her own tightly against her major league domos, and that he was cumming. He was cumming and cumming and cumming and his load was overflowing her box and splattering to the linoleum floor.
She was his blow-up doll, and he had blown her up so very very big.
She watched him stare at her whales as he continued to pump her, his body shaking. She felt detached. It was the first time that she wasn't in total ecstasy that he was having an orgasm.
She had told him that she wanted to be this big if it was something he wanted.
Did she really feel that way?
She was SO... FUCKING... BIG!
She was a freak's freak. Insanely huge. A fantasy come to life.
Right now, she wasn't particularly happy with Ken. She didn't really want tits this big, even for him. She had been ready to go as big as 8,000ccs per boob, but that hadn't been good enough for him, and he'd wanted to push it further. Her chest was now about ten pounds heavier than she would've been at 8,000, and each breast was nearly an inch wider than it would have been. In truth, she would've been freakishly big at 8,000ccs, too, but fuck... She was now so much bigger than that! Four thousand CCs had just been pumped into her tits in one sitting!
He was transfixed on her gargantuan tits. She felt a twinge of excitement, now, at the thought of just how much he was cumming because of her ultra-super-blown size. Semen continued to splatter to the floor. How much was he cumming? She might be his blow-up doll, but he was powerless against the sheer girth of her bosoms. She watched his transfixed stare, felt his fingers try to dig into her swollen monsters, his palms pressing inward on her hands, but to little avail, as she was so pumped full of saline, that her breasts had almost no give.
She nodded, inwardly. She could have a serious ton of fun teasing him with these babies, there was no doubt. Part of her reminded herself that her fans would go absolutely gaga.
But another part of herself piped up in her head: Are you living to make others happy? What about yourself?
She actually laughed a bit, making Ken look up her face as he finished his orgasm and withdrew.
Myself! she chided herself. That's all I used to do was live for me! I didn't give a shit about anyone else and trampled on anyone I thought wasn't up to my vision of perfection. I was a fucking cunt when I lived to only make myself happy. Getting big tits forced me into seeing what a little shit I used to be. Maybe having them pumped so fucking big is my medicine, my comeuppance.
"I was just thinking," she said in response to Ken's puzzled look, "that I was completely flatchest just the other year, and now I'm bigger than ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine percent of the women on this planet."
"You look so fucking hot..." he replied, running his palms over her massive balloons. "I've only seen two women as big as this, and they're on the internet."
Her eyes lit up as she felt his cock push against her vulva. It was hard as rock again, already.
"You ready to fuck me again, so soon?" she teased.
For an answer, he slipped his spike deep into her vagina, once more, with a deep sigh, leaning forward, this time to feel her hyper-bloated blimps against his chest.
"Fuck me," she urged, with slitted eyes. "I wanna see how fast I can make you cum, again..."
He stood upright, once more, took hold of her wide hips, and began to stroke her, once more.
"Uhh..." he moaned, watching how his quick strokes made her titans bounce, in response.
"Harder," she commanded. "Fuck me harder... How long can you stand it against my super-tits, honey? Can you pop in three minutes, right after cumming so hard just a minute ago? Are my tits big enough to make you explode so soon?"
He slammed into her now, making her dirigibles bobble as an echo to his movements.
Tory laughed as she watched his eyes bug out from his excitement.
"You can't help it, can you?" she teased. "I'm so fucking big that it's just gonna rip another orgasm right out of that fat cock of yours, isn't it? Oh honey! That's it! Oh shit... Fuck me, honey! Fuck me hard and bust for me! Yeah! I'm so fucking big that you can't resist! Holy shit!"
After just two minutes, Ken slammed his rocket into her once more, very deeply, where it ignited and shot its hot fuel deep inside her.
"Oh FUCK, that's hot!" she squealed. "Pump me, honey! Fill me up again! Yeah!"
Where she had been so detached, just a couple of minutes ago, she was now hyper-excited. As Ken ground his pelvis into her distended clit, she exploded, and groaned loudly as his cum began to ooze out of her tight box, once more. She grabbed her mammoth orbs as she came, feeling their mighty presence as wave after wave of deliciousness poured out of her groin. When Ken reached up and tweaked her fat nipples, her groans turned to screams, and she felt her orgasm grow to encompass her tit-spigots, as well. She twitched and bucked as he twisted her tootsie-roll-nippies, watching him over her twin spheres of super-swollen flesh.
As she came and came, she inwardly wondered at how detached and upset she had been only moments before, and now, she was hyper-excited and not only accepting of her situation, but embracing it, as well.
As their orgasms wound down, Ken collapsed on her heaving planets, his softening cock still within her. Tory chuckled and stroked his sweat-filled hair.
"Oh baby..." he said, softly. "You're so intense... I can't help but get so excited."
She smiled. "I know," she said, feeling his cock grow stiff once more. "Do it again."
He slowly stood up, admiring his creation, as his cock grew iron-hard, once more. He ran his hands over her sweat-covered zeppelins and began to slowly stroke into her, again.
"Holy shit..." she murmured. "My new balloons just push you past your limits, don't they, honey?"
"You're so fucking awesome..." he whispered, beginning to pick up speed, again.
"Let's see how long it takes you this time," she cooed. "Drill your overpumped blow-up doll, honey. Drill me good and hard. I want you to cum as fast as you can."
In response to her words, he began to pound her, yet again, making her swollen whales bounce a third time.
"Yeah!" she cried. "That's it, honey! Oh fuck! Ungh! Ungh! Feels so good... I want you to do it again, honey... I wanna feel you explode inside me again... Am I big enough for you now? Am I finally big enough to make you cum three times in a row, hun? Oh yeah... Feel it build, honey... I'm too fuckin' big for you... You have no choice, honey... You're gonna pop for my huge titties..."
Sweat poured from ever surface of Ken's body as he wailed away at her crotch, his orgasm beginning to build as he looked at just how much bigger her bosoms were, how they had swollen so far beyond her ribcage, completely obliterating her torso and most of her stomach. So fucking HUGE!
She could see it in his eyes: he was closing in on another orgasm. He simply couldn't help himself. She felt like she had attained some sort of sexual god status, now. How many times could she make him cum? Three? Four? More? It was intoxicating to be the object of someone's helpless sexual desire.
"Oh yeah, honey..." she coaxed. "That's it... You're gonna cum for me and my fat tits again... Oh yeah... Build it, honey... Let it build and build because of my gigantic balloon-tits, honey... So big you can't help but cum... Yeaaaahhhh..."
At the four minute mark, Ken's mouth fell open, and Tory knew he was there.
"That's it, honey! You can't help it! Cum! Cum!"
From deep within his being, Ken groaned and his cock exploded once more within her luscious goodness.
"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Oh fuck, yeah! Pump me, honey! Pump me good! Oh yeah! Fill me up with more cum! Oh yeah... sweet honey... fill me... fill me... Just keep pumping me and my swollen bosoms, honey... Just cum and cum and cum..."
I am NOT gonna be able to walk after this, Tory thought, gleefully, to herself.
Ken fell forward onto her giant tanks, his head lying sideways in her cleavage as he slowly stroked himself within her as he came. He was panting and grunting, leaning on his elbows, which were placed to either side of her on the chair. She felt him spasm with each wave as he pumped what semen he had left into her hot box. He wound down much faster and she heard no excess splatter to the floor this time. But he was helpless as he lay there. Helpless to do naught but cum. And she would push him again in a few minutes, and she had little doubt that she'd get him hard once more. The thought excited her immensely and she felt her clit tingle as he now slowly slid in and out of her as his orgasm ebbed. Soon, she would force him to grow once more, almost against his will, and make him pump himself till he came, yet again, and the thought made her excitement build and build so that as Ken shuddered in a post-orgasmic echo, Tory's clitoris exploded in delirium. She grabbed his head and pushed it down into her breasts as her vagina jack-hammered his rod.
Ken, who's cock was in a particularly sensitive state—during his post-orgasmic shudders—opened his mouth as he gasped, his fingers reaching up to clasp her balloon-tits as his hyper-sensitive dome as treated to intense stimulation. His eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets as her groin thrust itself over his over-stimulated rod.
He tried to raise his head and failed, but managed to twist his neck in order to be able to look her face and saw that her eyes had rolled up in their sockets, her mouth open in a silent scream, her hands still trying to push his head into her cleavage. As his cock was put through an almost painful treatment, he also found it highly erotic and, after the first few seconds, found that he was, again, growing excited once more. The super-sensitive feeling was replaced by an erotically-sensitive one and he found that being a "prisoner" to Tory's orgasmic frenzy—his chin shoved between her megalithic boobs; his cock getting stroked for him—was pushing him toward a forth orgasm of his own.
As Tory began to come down from her orgasmic high, she regained her eyesight and looked down at her lover—his head sunk down halfway within her cleavage—and realized that he was about to cum again, even as her own orgasm was fading.
"Oh sweetie..." whispered, continuing to stroke him, and turned on by his pending forth orgasm, "that's it, honey... pop for me again... cum inside your Tory one more time, honey, and then I'll let you rest... But Tory needs you to 'splode one more time... Feel my big balloons around your head?... They're so big... you can't resist... you gotta cum for me... pop it one more time, honey... you can't help it... my big titties demand it... cum! cum! CUM!
"So..." Ken managed to say.
"What, honey?" she coaxed. "What're you sayin'?"
"So..." He looked so tired. "So... big..."
She smiled, deviously. "That's right, little boy. Mama's big fat tits are so big they could crush your fucking head... So fucking big!"
And that was where Ken lost it. His eyes bulged and a little "uh" escaped his lips as his cockhead burst far down her mine-shaft.
"Oh!" Tory whispered, as she saw the look on his face and felt his body shudder. Instantly, her own love-button popped, once more. Out of seemingly nowhere, her clit exploded in waves of soft, sensual orgasms, very different than the one's she had just finished having. This was an "empathic" orgasm, set off more by her mental state of mind than anything else. As her tunnel flooded with vaginal juices, she heard the splatter on the floor once more, but this time, it was her own fluid, not his, that gushed to the linoleum.
"Oh, honey..." she cooed. "Oh honey... oh honey... oh honey... I love to feel you cum inside me... And now I can make you cum anytime I want..."
"Uh..." was all Ken could say as his orgasm finished. She let go of his head so that he could lift it from betwixt her swollen spheres. He panted deeply. "Holy shit..." he managed to say, looking at her gorgeous face.
"What?" she teased, her own orgasm winding down now, as well.
"You're truly a fantasy come to life..." he said, and shuddered once more in post-orgasmic delight.
She smiled and told him to pull out. "Next time maybe we can try for five," she said.
He laughed as he stood up right, using the stirrups for support as he continued to regain his breath. "You're gonna kill me," he said, grinning.
"Perhaps," she replied, "but you'd die happy."
He nodded. "It would be a good death."
With a wince, she pulled a leg from one of the stirrups and then the other. "Holy shit, do my legs ache," she confided.
"Whoa," he said, grabbing her foot and putting it back in the stirrup.
"What?"
"You're still attached to the hoses," he pointed out. "You get up and you're gonna feel it when those needles try to get yanked out of your ports."
"Oh, shit!" she said, reclining again after attempting to sit up. "Could you hurry disconnecting me, though? These balloons aren't filled with air. I feel like I've got two walruses sitting on my ribcage and pulling at my shoulders."
Ken washed up at the sink and then removed the needles. The gauze had gotten blood soaked. When he removed each needle, he applied some sort of gel to each wound, explaining that it was a type of liquid bandage.
Finally, she was ready to take her legs out of the stirrups, but complained about her thigh muscles when she did so.
He smiled. "You sure you want to try for five, next time?" he asked her.
"Definitely," she said. Then: "Oh..." as she tried to sit straight up from the reclining position of the chair.
"What?" he asked, his breathing returning to normal.
"They're so heavy!" she replied, placing her hands under her gigantic cannons to relieve a bit of the sudden pull on her shoulders. "They used to weigh a little more than 26 pounds, together," she continued. "That was a lot, but I could deal with it fairly easy. But this!"
"Ten thousand CCs should weigh about 44 pounds, all-together," he replied.
"Forty-four pounds!" she exclaimed. "Shit! No wonder it feels like I have a pair of cement sacks attached to my skin!"
"Can you stand up?" he asked.
"Let's find out," she said, placing her feet on the floor. Bracing herself, she got to her feet. "Fuck!" she cried out as the full weight of her leviathans was felt as they dragged at her torso, trying to pull her shoulders forward and attempting to bend her spine in the same direction. "These are some heavy puppies," she noted. "This is gonna take some getting used to. I have to fight to take a step." The weight transfer surprised her as she took a single step forward. "Oh my goodness, they want to pull me to the ground!" She took a couple of steps forward and looked at her reflection in a full-length mirror. "Holy shit, I'm huge!" She also noted that she was standing oddly, leaning backward, somewhat, with her shoulders too far back, compensating for the great weight at the front of her ribcage. "It's not easy just standing here," she said, and turned to look at him.
Ken had a magnificently enormous erection, which made her laugh. Instantly, she doubled over and fell forward.
"What the fuck happened?" she asked Ken, as he helped her to her feet.
"Are you okay?" he wanted to know.
"Yeah," she said, attempting to stand upright, again. "I just don't understand why I went down."
"Your abdominal muscles were busy holding you upright," he replied. "When you laughed, maybe they got distracted and couldn't make you laugh and hold you up."
"Shit," she said. "Oh wow... my areolas are, like, four inches wide now!"
"They look fucking hot," Ken noted.
"You look ready to burst," she said, stroking his cock with her right hand.
"That's because you look ready to burst!" he replied.
"Here," she said, and placed her heavy burdens on the counter and splaying her legs. Bent at the waist, she offered her succulent ass to his eyes. "I'll just rest my boobs here for a bit. You wanna try for five, in the meantime?"
He needed no further urging and quickly slipped his aching boner into her warm, slick canal. The way those stupendous saline-bags bulged out to either side of her, hardly compressed at all by her ribcage, drove him crazy. He began to pound her mercilessly, as she urged him on.
"Come on, honey!" she called. "Oh yeah! As fast as you can!"
But he wanted to see her giant gourds swing freely. So, he slowed down and began to pull her backward by grabbing onto her hips.
"Hun!" she called. "You're pulling me back!"
As he pulled her hips back with him, her great gozangas spilled off the counter. With an audible, "Oooooffff!" from Tory, her heavy hooters dove toward the floor, yanking her skin and pulling on her musculature. Tory ground her teeth as 44 pounds of saline were held above the floor by her own skin.
Now Ken began to pound her severely, again, his orgasm building rapidly as he watched her giant cauldrons swing in response to his powerful drives.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Her monster tits struck the cabinets beneath the countertop with each thrust.
"Ungh!" groaned Tory, as her grossly overpumped cisterns took their toll on her body.
It was too much for Ken's delirious cock and he finally detonated inside her for the fifth time within the past quarter hour.
"Oh yeah, honey..." Tory moaned, as Ken tried to drive his spike as deeply into her as humanly possible. "Push it in deep, honey. Cum far, far, inside your super-udder cow. So fucking big you can't help but cum and cum and cum!" Her leaden breasts felt so heavy that it seemed as though they were trying to rip the skin from her chest as they hung below her ribcage, but she tried to ignore that, so that it wouldn't interfere with her attempts to get him to cum as many times in a row as possible.
Ken couldn't believe how awesome she looked with those elephantine Chinese lanterns hanging from her chest. SO FUCKING BIG. His tired pecker came and came inside her cavern of lust as he held her hips to him so tightly.
When he'd finished, she needed him to help her stand up.
"You alright?" he asked, his arm around her back as he stood next to her to support her.
"I feel like I've been in boxing ring with a crazed gorilla for a few days," she replied. "A crazed gorilla who beat me with a medicine ball, that is."
As she attempted to walk, she winced a little after having him bang her so hard with her legs spread for so many times. Then she winced as her gargantuan gourds shifted on her chest with each step, pulling deeply on already pulled muscles and strained skin.
"Come on," he said, "let's get you to the bedroom."
Slowly, they made their way out into the hall, and shuffled down it toward the living areas. His bedroom wasn't far, but their progress was slow. As he looked down on her exhausted form, he couldn't help but get excited by how outrageously enormous her balloon-breasts looked, sprouting from her chest, many folds of skin sticking out as they strained to hold the behemoth spherical super-weight dangling below, evidence of just how heavy that weight had grown. An invasive force had grown beneath that skin, swelling from a foreign body beneath it until it was insanely outsized for her frame, like some sort of malevolent tumor trying to take over her body, growing bigger and bigger all the time. Her fantastically bloated protuberances were beginning to overtax the organism to which they were attached. Heedlessly, and without any empathy for the being of which they were a part of, they were like some sort of parasite, using the resources of its host to grow larger and larger until they became a liability and a sapper of energy, threatening to overtake the very host that supported it.
"Fuck," she said, looking at his cock, "you're really hard!"
"Fuck," he retorted, "you're really big!"
She smiled as they entered his bedroom. Then, as they approached the foot of his kingsize bed, she turned to him and said, "Fuck," then turned her head up to kiss him. "Me."
Ken walked Tory over to the bed so that it was behind them, then, together, they sat on the edge of the bed.
Having Ken's arm around her back and under her shoulders was certainly a great help in sitting down. Tory was quite sure that had Ken not been there, she would've simply collapsed on the mattress. Her back was beginning to ache from bending over in the Pump Room while her mighty juggernauts had hung free. Without Ken's assistance, it probably would've hurt too much to try a controlled seating.
Once they were completely sitting he removed his arm from behind her back, took her gorgeous face in his hands and kissed her passionately, his iron cock throbbing from excitement.
Tory melted as she felt his soft lips on hers and her excitement grew by leaps and bounds as his big tongue began to fuck her mouth. She loved the feeling of being invaded by his cock and his tongue. She reached out and found his cock super hard and ready. After a few moments, she began to pull back to say something to him.
"Oh honey," she began, "I want—" But Ken moved forward and shoved his fat tongue back into her mouth as she spoke. She tried to speak, but her words were garbled by his huge oral organ invading her mouth. As she tried to form words she felt it big and thick in her mouth, first licking the roof of her mouth, then driving under her own tongue, then forcing itself back into her throat. She loved this for some reason: the idea of trying to talk, but totally overcome by slick, phallus-like snake invading a very private space like her own mouth, forcing itself on her and totally uninterested in anything she might have to say. She felt her clit pound as he continued to assault her oral cavity even as his left hand was caressing her hyper-swollen left flesh-tub, making him grow harder and harder.
He pushed her back on the bed, as he continued his oral assault. Tory felt the air knocked out of her as her twin twenty-two pound water balloons fell onto her torso. The combined forty-four pounds of weight seemingly tried to crush her ribs and force the air out of her lungs, even as Ken continued to drill his tongue deep into her head.
Tory tried to draw breath, but it wasn't easy. Between the excessive weight of her bloated jeroboams pressing down on her lungs, and Ken's eager tongue filling her mouth, she had to fight to gain any breath she could. She tried to tell him that she needed to breathe, but he continued to play the little game of occupying her mouth with his oral organ so that she was unable to speak.
Then his fingers found her left nipple and began to tweak and tease it, and within seconds her other nipple was getting fondled, too. Ken was kneeling beside her, his tongue thrust deep into her mouth and his fingers teasing her thick spiggots.
She fought for breath even as she grew more and more excited. Somehow, the fight for air became arousing in itself. She seemed to be getting enough to keep from blacking out, but it was never enough to her satisfaction until, finally, after several long minutes, Ken arose and got off the mattress. Even then, with her airway clear of invading tongue, taking a deep breath was a little challenging, as the massive weight that bore down on her ribs impeded her progress.
And they were her own breasts.
Her clitoris pulsed.
Why did she find that idea exciting? Why was the idea of her own breasts ballooned to the size of super basketballs now a source of sexual excitement? How did an appendage, which she'd always considered disgusting, now become an object of sexual arousal?
She was lying with her back and buttocks on the mattress and her thighs out over the side of the bed. She couldn't see Ken at the moment. She raised her head, slightly, and looked down at the two swollen mountains of flesh rising from her torso. She could see nothing past them. A couple of years ago, she'd have been able to see her abdomen and crotch and the whole room beyond. Now, all of that was blocked from view by the massive mounds of flesh-colored water balloons that were beached on her body. She was sure that Ken was admiring her new form, just out of sight between her legs, his cock stiff and scarlet, but her giant juggernauts prevented her from seeing.
Part of her found the visage repulsive. It wasn't just the fact that she had breasts now. No, she had gotten used to that idea: it was the idea of just how big and swollen that they had become that repulsed this part of her. Cow! You truly are a cow with ridiculously swollen udders! You're only an object of sex to be ogled and fondled, and whose fate is to always get her fat, bloated teats pumped even BIGGER! She had always been so svelte and independent when she had been flatchested. She had been her own woman. Now she was a freak with breasts pumped so full of saline that she could barely breathe while on her back. Who would have ever thought that she'd wind up as a sex toy with stripper balloon tits so oversized that only a handful of women in the world were of similar dimensions. Cow! Stripper! Whore!
And yet, bizarrely enough, another part of her was incredibly excited by the prospect of her gargantuan bosoms. The part that wanted to please Ken was highly excited by the idea of having a chest that was so large and cumbersome that it caused inconvenience and discomfort. The idea that her own breasts were so fucking humongous that they caused Ken to become so excited that he could not stop fucking and cumming in her, drove her crazy with lust. She loved Ken and felt so complete with him that nothing else mattered. Her stupid spiteful "friends" had disowned her as her bust had swollen, and her job, once so important, had fired her. Everything she had now revolved around Ken and her exotic dancing, and having ridiculously huge breasts were central to both of these. There was no one left to ridicule her except her family and she would not go there. She had gotten too big too fast for them to accept her, she knew. So now, she only maintained contact with them on the phone and email.
She watched as Ken's head rose over her twin mountains like the sun coming up in the morning. He took her legs and raised them up and spread her thighs to the side. Then she felt his fat cockhead push into her wet lips and in an instant he had sank to the hilt.
"Uhh..." she said, in response. "That's it... My big bloaters are too much for you, honey... You gotta fuck me... You gotta cum for me a sixth time..."
Ken placed his hands on her colossal caissons, holding them together as he began to stroke once more that afternoon.
"Yeaaaahhhh... Feel how fucking gargantuan my balloons are!... Unhh... unhh... unhh..." She could only see Ken's head and shoulders above her two hemispheres as he stroked her harder and faster. "That's it, honey... uh!... Fuck me harder!... uh!... Yeah... So big for you..."
Ken moved his hands from the outer sides of her swollen monstrosities to her perky nipples and began to tweak and tug on them as he continued to forcefully pump his piston within her luscious cylinder.
"Oh! Yeah!" she cried out, her eyes as big as saucers. Her vast pyramids moved dully in reaction to Ken's thrusts. Nothing with that shear amount of mass could be moved easily. As they bulged up towards her face, Tory felt as though they were drawing nearer with each thrust. Would they eventually cover her face and smother her? "Oh! uh!... Keep doing that! uh!... You're... uh!... gonna... uh!... make... uh!... me..."
Tory screamed as her combined nipple and clitoris orgasm ravaged her body.
Ken, whose own orgasm had been building fairly rapidly, was pushed over the edge, and he, too, detonated—his bulb exploding deep inside her tunnel.
After the two finished cumming, and Ken pulled out of her, Tory laughed.
"Holy shit!" she said. "I'm so fucking sore!"
She lifted her head, but did not see Ken, who had collapsed onto the floor. She could hear him softly laughing.
"I can't believe how many times you got me to cum," she heard him say, in disbelief.
"Can you get up and come up here beside me?" she asked, maneuvering her sore thighs so that she could use her legs to get them onto the mattress. As she attempted to bring her legs and hips around, Ken got up and helped her, so that her entire body was now on the bed.
He climbed on the mattress, kneeling next to her, and then, seeing that she was having difficulty turning onto her side, took hold of her left shoulder to pull it up until she was orientated correctly, her right arm proping her head up. Laying there on her side like that, Ken was struck by how high her superblown baubles were when stacked, the left one atop the right. They sat like a two-snowball snowman, over twenty inches high.
"Holy shit," he said, admiring her gargantuan gourds, her deep pink four-inch areolae planted dead in front, and her gnarly nipples seemingly trying to reach out for him. "You're so fucking enormous now."
"And you're so fucking hard again!" she replied. She wanted to reach out and stroke him, but her humongous hooters were too vast for her to reach around and touch him. Instead, she told him to get the lubricant out of the bedside table so that he could fuck her superblown bazongas. "I want you to pop a seventh time, honey," she coaxed as he coated his throbbing member and then placed its scarlet head against her insanely deep cleavage.
Ken placed his hands on either side of her top bosom--how vast it was! Bigger than a basketball! Because of the weight of her higher breast, her cleavage line was flat as the top breast tried to flatten its lower sibling just a bit.
With a gasp, he pushed his enraged cock between her heavy bloated bosoms. He couldn't believe how delicious it felt to force his teeming member betwixt those swollen kegs. Her skin was soft and supple, but the weight of her gigantic implants made his journey tight, with her monster mammaries enveloping him like a glove. The great pressure of the saline pressing down on his excited organ added to the erotic experience. He shuddered as he finished his first stroke between those bloated whales, feeling the curve of her upper bosom as it pressed against his groin and abdomen, her stiff nipple piercing his stomach.
"Feel good in there, honey?" she teased, as Ken began to slide in and out of her fantasy cleavage.
"Does your little dick feel ecstasy lying between my mighty crushing jumbos? Ohhh yeahhhh... Stroke it, honey... Stroke it till you pop, honey!"
She was so incredibly HUGE. It was hard to believe that the hoppity hop that he held in his hands was really Tory's left breast. Flatchested just two years ago and now! He had transformed her into a sex fantasy extraordinaire. He looked down at her face, her head smaller than either of her swollen glands, awe-struck by how enormous she'd let him pump her.
"Ungh..." he moaned, as he slid back into that gloriously tight and slick tunnel between her party-balloons created by his hyper-excited cock. Did she have any idea how big he was going to pump her still? Did she think, once more, that this was going to be her final size, or had she finally concluded that he meant to force thousands of CCs more into her chest? The idea was probably so bizarre to her that she wound never conceive of just how behemothic he wanted to pump her. His orgasm built fast as he considered her with such hippopotomic breasts that she would simply be unable to move, a woman attached to twin beached whales who could do nothing but receive food and sex.
"OH!" he exclaimed, as the idea ignited his missile and he exploded deep between her pair of Olympus Mons.
"Oh, YEAH, honey!" she squealed. "Pump it! Pump it hard between my bloated boobies, honey! Oh, fuck, yeah!"
Tory watched as Ken pumped her cleavage with abandon as he came and came between her oversized love-blimps. Sweat poured off of his body, showering her with beads of perspiration as he exploded again and again 'twixt her supersized saline fleshbags. He was like an animal: unable to stop himself as he wore himself down with the effort of pumping her cyclopean kettles of desire to the height of his ability.
Helpless.
He was helpless to his lust. All he could do was fuck her elephantine tubs as hard as he could, and feel how good it felt to release again and again within her hulking mass of flesh and saline.
She laughed as she watched him unload what little was left of his sweet cargo within her endless cleavage. Cum little man! Feel your ecstasy between my goddesses!
When Ken had finished his orgasm, he semi-collapsed onto her top mammoth mammary and kept his softening member between her super-jumbos, shaking as his post-orgasmic echoes reverberated between her monster melons.
He continued to clutch her upper breast as Tory felt his sweat slowly drip onto her prone form. She smiled as he finally let go and slid out of her cock-crushers only to fall to the mattress by her side.
He lay there, still panting—his chest heaving for oxygen after his intense workout—as he looked at her gorgeous face.
She laughed with delight.
"Tired, little man?" she teased.
He nodded, as he placed his left hand upon the front of her lower bosom.
"So... fucking... hot..." he said between pants.
She smiled, deviously.
"Put your hands back on my big balloons while you're lying there, and just look at how fucking big I am," she commanded.
When he had gladly done this, she picked up the tube of lubricant that he'd dropped near her hips. Bringing it up in front of her face, she raised her head, slightly, so that she could take it with her right hand and squeeze some of the lubricant into her left hand. Then she placed her head back on her left hand, to prop it up again, and then brought her left hand down under by her crotch where she found his soft organ.
"Look at how swollen I am, honey, with my stacked skyscraper tits," she cooed, as she began to fondle his tiny penis with her left hand. "Look at how big you pumped 'em, sweetie. Can you lie there and not get hard again?"
It was true, as Ken held onto her ridiculously swollen chest, his phallus began to swell, yet one more time.
"I'm gonna jack you, and jack you, honey, as you think about just how fucking huge my monster tits are," she said, as she felt his organ swell to full hardness. "Oh yeah... that's it... you're so hard in my hands again, already!"
Ken looked from her oversized wonders to her face and back again, his eyes widening as his excitement took off, yet another time.
"Oh, honey!" she exclaimed. "That's it! Oh shit, are you so fucking HARD! Just keep feeling my huge huge chest, sweetie... Yeah... Just think about how fucking enormous it is, and how flat I used to be... It's so fucking BIG! And I know you want it bigger, too!..." She chuckled, lustily. "Yeah... When the time comes and my skin can take it... You're gonna blow me up bigger... I know it... So fucking big..."
She had him now. His mouth was open, and he was breathing hard, his eyes like saucers.
Now to get him to pop an eighth time! Tory thought.
"I want it, honey," she continued in her sexy voice. "I want to swell even bigger for you... Yeah... Think of my tits growing even bigger!... So huge!... So fucking gigantic!... Another two liters pumped into my tits just for you..."
"UNGHHHH!" Ken groaned as he detonated in her hand.
"Oh fuck, YEAH!!!" Tory cried out, feeling his bulb expand in her hands. He had no more semen to give, but she could feel his iron cock bulge as he came, felt it throb as it tried to pump cum that it had exhausted long ago. It lasted but a half-dozen seconds before he became too sensitive to pump, and then she held him in her hand, moving it ever-so-slowly so that he could feel the post-orgasmic shudders just right.
He was panting again, breathing hard, trying to regain his breath.
"Holy shit, girl," he said, at length, once he was able to breath more easily. "You just don't give up, do you?"
"Uh-uh," she said, and motioned for him to come closer to kiss her. Her goliaths were too big for her to easily reach over and instigate the kiss.
He moved closer and kissed her deeply, feeling her huge right bosom press up against his chest as he ran his right hand over both of her hyper-blown beauties.
"Do you really want to get even bigger?" he asked, once they broke the deep kiss.
She nodded, her eyes wide. "Does that excite you?" she whispered.
For an answer, she felt his flaccid penis—still in the palm of her hand—swell.
"Yeah," he replied, smiling, "can you tell?"
"Oh, sweetie," she cooed, "can I ever! Just think of me pumping up another couple of liters than this!"
"But it'll be even harder to walk," he said, "with all that weight. You're having difficulty now."
"Yeah!..." she teased. "And you love it, don't you? You love that my tits are so fucking big that it's becoming difficult to walk on my own for too long, don't you?"
He had to admit that he did.
"And you love to hear me tell you that that's okay and I want to swell even more!"
She felt his cock swell so fast at those words that he was instantly hard.
She laughed lightly.
"Oh fuck, that's hot that it gets you so excited," she said, quietly, and began to stroke him yet again. "Honey, I want to make you cum again!" she said.
"Oh shit..." he replied. "You're gonna wear me out."
"Is that okay?" she teased.
"Uh-huh..." he moaned. "How many times... uhhh... are you gonna... uhhh... try to get me to... uhhh... cum?"
She smiled an evil smile.
"Till your cock gets so worn out that you can't get hard again," she replied, and shoved her tongue deep into his mouth, while pushing her chest forward with all her might so that he could feel her major-league yabbos push into his chest.
It was taking longer now to get a response from him. She wasn't surprised. She had never expected him to cum more than four or five times in a row at all! She frigged him and teased him and cooed for him and tongue-fucked him, letting him run his hands all over her insanely blown bosoms. For a while it seemed like it was going nowhere, as if he wouldn't actually go over the edge again. So she decided to tease him with words again.
"So big, honey..." she cooed. "I'm so fucking big! Can you believe it?... Am I too big to roll over on my own?... Too big to dress myself?... Too big to sit at a table?... How long will I be able to stand before I'm too tired?... How far can I walk like this?... Will you get excited when I have to sit down, 'cause I'm too exhausted to carry my own boobage?... What about when I get even bigger?"
That did it. She definitely felt him swell harder at those words.
"Honey, can you wait until the time when you pump me even bigger?... So fucking big that I'll barely be able to stand up?... Will you get excited when I stagger under the weight of my own tits?... So heavy... I stumble as I cross the room to you... Oh... Too big... My back aches as I try to stand erect... Each step a struggle as my humongous jugs impede my progress... Then, it's too much, honey... Too much for me... I stumble, and fall... exhausted because my big balloon-tits are too heavy... I fall to the floor, honey... Too top heavy to balance..."
She had him close. So close... He was like iron and he was groaning and breathing like a pack animal hauling a heavy load, sweating like a race horse, his eyes bulging. She imagined his cock a deep purple, ready to pop at any moment.
She decided to go for broke.
"Yeah... Just think of me with tits so big that I'm too heavy to stand... I stumble from their weight, honey... and I fall, tits first toward the floor... the impact is too much... my bosoms are too full, honey... ready to burst with saline as I crash to the floor... my body slamming down into my gargantuan tits and the impact is too much for them... I'm too fucking big, honey, and my implants rupture from the impact... exploding from their own sheer size and weight--"
It proved to be his undoing, and with a wimper, he blew up in her hand.
"OH YEAH!!" she squealed. "Number nine! Do it! Cum for me! Cum for me and my big big tits, honey! Cum for me and my exploding tits, honey! Holy shit! You fucking orgasm machine!"
With his mouth open in delirium, Tory licked the insides and sucked on his tongue, driving him even crazier with desire. It was intense, but brief. He had cum too many times too quickly and his orgasms were taking longer to happen and lasting for shorter and shorter periods of time. In a few seconds it was over and put his hand down there to let her know that he was too sensitive to touch.
She laughed in response.
"Oh shit!" she cried. "That's so fuckin' hot!"
