From the minds of artist ImAIginAItion & B.E. author Shadowmuse Blown comes a new original character with an actual story arc that you can follow from day to day and week to week.
Watch this space for further news and where you will be able to follow her story.
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Hi all,
Got a few things in the works. Been rereading "Revenge" so that I can continue it, but I was also happy enough to get emailed by someone who had a copy of "Obsession"! So, here is the first part of that story, posted somewhere for the first time in a very long time. I was still with my ex when I wrote this story, so it's over 15 years old, and I'm guessing closer to 20. I hope you enjoy it.
Someone else was good enough to send me a PDF of the rest of the stories I had posted at Keisha's site. I haven't taken a look at it yet. I'm hoping that I can find some way to translate the PDF file into a Word doc. If anyone has a copy of any of those stories that appeared on Keisha's site that's NOT in PDF format, and can send it to me that would be nice, or if someone knows how to convert a PDF to a doc file, that would be awesome too. In the meantime, a big thanks to the two gentlemen who sent me copies of those stories. Much appreciated!
Has anyone noticed how many AI models are on Instagram these days? Damn. I, of course, am a fan of the super-busty ones and was admiring a lot of the stuff that the artist Imaiginaition had created when I came across a character of his that I was particularly smitten with. I was recently accepted for a job in New York City, which will take a couple of months to go through the onboarding process, but at the time I saw Imaiginaition's work, I was unemployed with no prospects, and was thinking of ways I might be able to generate some income, even if just a small amount. What if the artist could crank out renditions of this character and I used them to create an IG account that would be a little something different. Instead of just posting pix of the character and writing captions like: "Would you say hello to me if you met me on the street?", I wondered about the idea of creating a B.E. story arc with the character. With each post you could read a little more about the character and then gradually the story arc would be revealed. If you wanted to see her naked, you could then subscribe to her Patreon account and, later, if you wanted to see sex scenes with her, you could subscribe to her FanVue account (Patreon does not allow penetration). I made the proposal to the artist and he liked the idea, but is very busy. So I have to wait until he gets the bandwidth in a couple of weeks to generate the pictures. In the meantime, I've been writing posts for her and figuring out how her story arc will progress. Watch this space for a teaser about her in the near future.
If you're not familiar with "Obsession", it's the story of Ann who begins the story as a D-cup, but soon realizes she'd like to be bigger, and eventually, she gets very obsessed with getting VERY BIG. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know any thoughts or reactions in the comments section after the post.
And now, the first part of "Obsession"...
OBSESSION
by
Shadowmuse Blown
Part 1
Ann and Lou had spent a wonderful evening together. They had gone for a walk along the harbor, enjoying the boats and then Lou had taken her to a new restaurant. Afterward, they had gone out dancing and had had a blast. Now they were back at her place and she had told to him to hang out in her bedroom while she freshened up.
But while Ann enjoyed the evening for what it was, she had also enjoyed it on another level. For Ann, the entire evening was simply foreplay. She had worn a short black pleated mini-skirt which showed off the wide curve of her hips and which showed off her very shapely legs decked out in black nylons. One might have expected her to wear a deep plunging top to show off her ample bosom, but instead she chose a simple crew neck top with three-quarter sleeves and a black suit jacket. To Ann, there was no point in giving it all away at the beginning of the evening. Instead of showing skin, she chose to tease Lou with her shape, for the red top was a spandex/cotton mix and wrapped itself around every curve of her D cup chest. The bra she had chosen was designed to give her the best lift and roundness, but was also fairly sheer to allow her perky nipples to easily call attention to themselves as they stuck out a quarter inch, slightly high of dead-ahead. What Ann particularly liked about this particular bra was that it gave no hint of itself away. It blended seamlessly beneath her snug top so that her round bosoms could be enjoyed without the distraction of bra lines.
The evening would start with Ann’s slightly oversized suit jacket being buttoned up, it’s sleeves rolled up a little. Lou could enjoy her supple legs and could see where the jacket bulged slightly at her chest, but that was all. Of the top, he could just make its red color beneath her jacket’s V at her neck. Thus, she could enjoy the walk along the docks for what it was, but also knew that he was thinking about what lay beneath her buttoned jacket.
When they were at the restaurant and waited for the matre de to ready a table, she coolly unbuttoned the jacket, knowing he was watching and anticipating. For a few moments, nothing more was really visible for him until she “nonchalantly” threw her shoulders back in a mock stretch so that he could glimpse the swell of her bust and her nipples poking through. Dinner, itself, had her wearing the jacket, but with the front opened wide enough for him to see the bulge of fabric beneath. Halfway through the dinner though, she decided to turn up the heat and removed the jacket—hanging it up on a nearby peg. Now, the curve of her bosoms were evident in all their glory and she revelled in watching him squirm in lust through the later half of the meal. Occasionally, when the waiter was not around to see, she would take an opportunity to throw her shoulders back and “casually” puff out her chest.
He would comment on what a devil she was and she would respond with a leering grin.
“What ever do you mean?” she would protest and fill her lungs with air to further drive him crazy.
She would re-don the jacket after dinner, but it came off again after a while when they were at the club, dancing. It was here that she would pull out all the stops for him: jutting her chest out frequently, shaking her shoulders or throwing them back occasionally for him to ogle her treasures.
The dancing would come to an end when he would bring his lips to her ear and tell her that she was driving him crazy.
“How crazy?” she had asked.
“Crazy enough that I’m going to need to change my briefs,” he had replied, which had brought a wide grin on her face.
Now they were back at her place and Lou was waiting for her on her bed, dressed only in briefs. They’d been going together long enough that she would expect him to be mostly undressed. He, in turn, would expect her to come out of the bathroom wearing something sexy. She would not disappoint, but it wasn’t what he expected.
She entered the bedroom wearing only the red top she had worn all evening, but it was what lay beneath that top that threw him for a loop.
He couldn’t believe how big she looked. Her chest was oversized and it stuck out farther than he could remember. Apparently, she had stuffed a bra, for instead of looking her normal D cup size, she now looked like she was an F or maybe a G.
“What do you think?” she asked with a devilish smile, alternately shifting her shoulders.
“Wow!” was all he could think of. He could see that she had changed bras, for the tight top not only showed the outline of the new bra, but also the twin bulges of her cleavage which were forced up and out the brassiere’s confines.
“I was looking at that push-up bra you bought me last week,” she began. “You know how it has those little pockets in it with a removable pad to help boost the breasts up? Well, that got me to thinking: what if I put more pads in there? So I went down to one of those sexy lingerie stores and they had these gel molds and forms for doing the same thing, but which are bigger to boost you up a whole cup size. So I bought a couple of different types and tried ‘em out.”
“That’s more than a cup size, Annie,” he pointed out.
She smiled lasciviously. “I might have put in more than one type of pad,” she said coyly. “Wanna see?”
Without waiting for an answer, she turned her back to him and pulled off the top, casting it aside to reveal the wide 4 clip strap of the push-up bra.
“Ready?” she asked and turned around.
“Oh, my,” he said, noting how the plunge of the bra afforded a great view of her now cavernous cleavage. Her breasts were forced together, bulging tantalizingly out of her bra. The bra itself was a very sexy thing designed to push her breasts up and out within its deep pink satin cups covered with black lace, only now it was doing it’s job in overdrive. Obviously, she had loaded the thing with all the padding she had bought.
A wicked smile spread over Ann’s face.
“You like?” she teased and turned around again as he approached. “I couldn’t decide which pad to use, so I used them all.”
He came up behind her and looked over her shoulder, kissing her neck as his chest pressed up against her back. She took his hands and placed them over her breasts and pressed them in.
The padding yielded little and kept him from feeling her bosoms’ softness. It was almost a kind of armor against touch. But his hands could feel the size of her cups and he could see her flesh bulge as she pressed her hands onto his, forcing them down onto her big chest.
She moaned softly while he alternately kissed her neck and shoulders, his hands exploring the environs of her new bra and dipping—from time to time—into the soft crease of her cleavage.
He looked down, over her shoulder, at that bulging cleavage—so delicious and inviting. This was pretty much the view that Ann had of her own chest. To Lou, it was the best.
At length, she turned about to face him. As his hands slowly ran up and down her sides and then back to hold her magnificent chest, she would graze his chest with her twin bombs, teasing him. She would bring her soft, seductive lips close to his and then, teasingly, pull away—all the more to drive him crazy with anticipation.
“You’re gonna make me spurt just standing here,” he whispered.
“Oh, no,” she replied coolly, “you’ll do no such thing. When you cum, it’s going to be deep inside me.”
She stepped closer to him and pushed back on his shoulders so that he had to sit down on the bed. His face was now even with her chest and she immediately stuck out her chest forcing her balloons into his face so that it sank into her soft inviting cleavage.
Lou nuzzled his nose in there and kissed her soft bulging flesh. It felt wonderful pressing up against his cheeks.
She let him enjoy himself for a while before she began to push toward him again, shoving him back onto the bed so that she could rub her over-sized mammaries up and down across his chest. She was bulging out of her bra obscenely now, seemingly ready to burst the confines of her harness.
His hands were all over her now: across her back and down to her hips and then back up to play with her bosoms. They kissed long and passionately, their tongues embracing and exploring each other.
She loved the power of driving him crazy like this, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted to feel his phallus prodding for her door just as much as he wanted to do the prodding. So it was with a tingle of excitement and satisfaction when she felt his hand go down there and try and direct his tool into her awaiting lips.
She gasped as his thick head sank into her tunnel, impaling her. Lou moaned deeply as his shaft filled her completely.
They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment.
“You’re so fucking hot, did you know that?” he asked and began to pump in and out of her.
She smiled at the complement. She knew he meant it: she had all his buttons pushed. She didn’t have the greatest self-esteem, she knew. But she also knew that he loved the way she looked and the way she felt. True, he loved big breasts and she obviously had them, but she knew also (much as she found it difficult to believe) that he loved the way her face looked, too. From her full cheeks and lips to her deep green eyes framed by short dark brown hair.
Ann’s smile soon faded as her mouth opened in an “O” as his fingers found their way down to her clitoris. The sensation built and built and before she knew it, he had her over the edge.
She bucked once and threw her head back, crying out as her body began to shake. Her bulging tits bobbled deliciously in her bra before him as her shaking transformed into a quick back and forth motion so that Lou’s cock was stroked quickly by the action.
“Oh... Ann...” Lou moaned. Her bouncing cleavage threatened to explode from the confines of the bra as she bucked back and forth in short quick strokes and Lou felt himself building fast. He ran his hands all over his soft skin until the very moment before his release and then he took hold of her bra and squeezed her bosoms together tightly as his bloated head exploded within her.
Ann was already beginning to come down from her orgasm and smiled lustfully as she felt him stiffen and heard him groan in climax. She looked down to see him helpless beneath her, his mouth open wide, his eyes glazed over as he pumped her full of semen.
“That’s it, honey, cum deep inside me,” she cooed, and as she said this, she brought herself down on him all the way, engulfing his pole fully within her once more.
Lou’s eyes bulged with the feeling as she then slowly pumped herself up and down on his shaft.
“Oh, I love watching you cum,” she said, enjoying the sexual power of having him in her complete control. She had always loved this feeling, but tonight, watching the effect her stuffed bra had had on him intrigued her. It was as if she had mesmerized him with her big chest. He had been helpless against its bulging sexual power and she had loved every second of it. Sure, he had always loved her big D cup breasts, but he had been gaga tonight when he saw her even bigger. It was a feeling she wanted to keep and to take advantage of and it was right there on the bed while Lou pumped her full of cum that she knew what she had to do.
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“You’re insane!” declared Ann’s friend Julia. The two friends were out at a local bar which they liked to frequent and Ann had just told Julia about her decision to augment her bust size. “You of all people! For years I all I hear is you bitching about your blimp tits and what a pain it is to carry them around and ‘aren’t they so heavy’ bullshit while I sit here flat-chested and envious and now you want to make them bigger? Pray tell, dearie, if they’re heavy now, what’s it gonna be like if they’re a couple of cup sizes bigger? They’re not going to get any lighter, ya know.”
Ann looked into her beer. She felt stupid. While she was with Lou yesterday, spending all her thoughts on how to tease him and getting off on the whole thing, had she really forgotten what it was like with a big chest when Lou wasn’t around?
“You used to tell me,” Julia continued, “that except for Lou, there was no point in having a big chest. In fact, you used to talk about how you’d have ‘em reduced anyway if you could afford it. Why the big change of mind?”
Ann sighed.
“Well,” she started, “it’s only a partial change of mind, I guess. But you’re right, as much as I find it a thrill to tease Lou with them, I still have to live with these things twenty-four/seven. It would be different if I could tease Lou with them all the time, but the truth is I only see him a couple of times a week. The rest of the time I would have to put up with the weight for nothing.”
“That doesn’t really sound like a change of mind at all, to me,” Julia pointed out. “That sounds like it would still be a pain in the ass for you to put up with the set you’ve got, much less adding to it.”
Ann looked defeated. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You got caught up in an idea,” Julia said. “But that’s why you’ve got me: to bounce an idea off of so that I can say, ‘Hey! Wake up!’” Julia smiled broadly and then got serious again. “What surprises me is that you were even thinking about a bust enlargement just for teasing Lou. You must’ve gotten some reaction out of him with that stuffed bra.”
“Oh, girl, you don’t know!” Ann smiled. “It was great to watch him turn to jelly like that. I mean, I’ve always known he liked my breasts, but I never really new how much the idea of them being big really drove him ga-ga.”
“Too bad you can’t put on a pair of big titties for him and then take them off again when he’s not around,” Julia remarked.
“Or be able to have them blow up and deflate on command,” Ann added. “I don’t even think I’d really mind the weight if there was some good reason to carry it around all day.”
The ringing of a sharp, loud bell cut into their conversation and the bartender got on a microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, will the contestants for tonight’s Wet T Shirt Contest, please step up to the front of the bar?”
“Oh crap,” Julia spat. “I didn’t know they were having some stupid contest tonight. This sucks. Let’s get out of here.”
But as Ann watched the girls head up to the front of the bar, something held her back.
“No, wait a minute,” she said.
“What?” Julia turned around, already beginning to walk away, “you want to watch this? You can’t be serious?”
“I don’t want to watch,” she said and walked over to the bartender.
Julia watched, flummoxed, as her best friend spoke to the bartender and then returned to the table, her hands behind her back, beneath her layered tops, unhooking her bra.
“What are you doing?” Julia asked, incredulously. But it was obvious what her friend was up to as she pulled her bra off under her clothes and then shed her top blue tank to reveal the cotton tee she wore underneath.
“We were just discussing what good a big rack is except to one’s boyfriend, right?” Ann asked.
“Well, what if one put it to uses besides only teasing a boyfriend?”
What the hell had come over Ann?
Julia fell back into her seat as her friend made her way to the front of the bar with the bimbos. She watched as the crowd sized up the meat on parade and then the bartender wet them all down with a seltzer bottle.
Julia had to admit that Ann had the best set up there. One girl was a cup size or two bigger, but they hung down funny and Ann’s high perky nipples swelled excitedly from the cold water. Julia knew from the beach if Ann went into cold water that not only her nipples would swell up. Sure enough, her two inch wide areolae also puffed up, forcing her now three-quarter inch long nips high into the air. The bar patrons ogled and cheered and it wasn’t long before Ann was declared the winner and was asked to do a little dance on the bar.
Julia knew that the beers her friend had drank had made her brave enough to accept and before she knew it, Ann was up on the bar dancing to some music with a good beat. Her big breasts bounced erotically before the crowd and her tight jeans showed off her round butt and shapely legs. She almost looked professional up there, Julia thought.
When the music was over and crowd calmed down, Julia watched as Ann was paid fifty bucks for being the prize-winner and she headed back to the table.
“I thought you were going to leave,” she said breathlessly as she picked up her bra and shirt. “Can you believe I won?” She was all smiles; ecstatic that she had come out on top.
“Girlfriend,” Julia said. “I’m not about to leave your side just because you do something questionable. And as to believing that you won: of course you won. You had the baddest set up there!”
Ann smiled, it was nice to get a complement about her chest from someone other than Lou. She gathered up her bra and tank top and was about to excuse herself to the women’s’ room when a man approached them from out of the dispersing crowd.
“Oh miss!” he called, trying to get Ann’s attention before she left. As Ann turned about, expecting some guy to hit on her, she was surprised to find the fellow handing her a card.
“What’s this?” she asked. As she looked at the card, he explained.
“I’m the owner of the ‘Mouse Trap’ from up the street,” he said. “I just saw your little performance there after winning that contest and I was wondering if you might want to make a few extra bucks as a dancer.”
Ann looked at Julia with eyes raised. Julia smiled broadly.
“Well, I...” Ann didn’t really know what to say. Her nipples still poked through the fabric of her cotton tee rather severely.
“You’ve probably never thought about it before,” the man replied. “Why don’t you sleep on it and give me a call if you like the idea? But I’m telling you, you could haul in some serious bucks with your body and your moves. My number’s on the card.”
“Thanks,” Ann said quietly as the fellow nodded and left.
“That’s pretty funny,” Julia said, laughing.
“Yeah...” Ann said in the same quiet voice. Julia could tell by the look on her face that she was thinking about it.
“You’re not going to seriously consider dancing at a strip joint?” Julia asked. “Are you nuts?”
“Why would that be nuts?” Ann asked. “I could use the money.”
“The money?” Julia hadn’t expected her to say that. “Since when are you having financial problems, girl?”
“I’m not,” Ann replied, and then after a pause, put the card in her jeans pocket. “You want to know something? I had a blast up there dancing on the bar with everyone looking at my tits. It was as if suddenly there was a reason to having a big chest, you know? I mean, a reason besides Lou liking them. Maybe there’s no need to want to take my boobs off when Lou’s not around.”
“Girlfriend, you’re scaring me,” Julia said. “Your reason for suddenly enjoying heavy boobs twenty-four/seven is that guys at a bar can ogle you?”
“Yeah,” Ann replied to Julia’s surprise. “Something like that. Did you see their faces, Jules? They were freakin’ transfixed on my chest! It was such a rush! Imagine being able to do that and make money for it.”
Julia shook her head, dumbfounded. “You got off on the attention?”
“Kinda,” Ann answered. “But not just attention. It was the lust. It was like I kinda had a power over that whole group here at the bar.”
“Man...” Julia said, “it really had an effect on you... But, I’m still confused on the money thing. What do you need the money for?”
“A boob-job!” Ann replied with a toss of her head as she walked off to the women’s room.
