"Revenge" Chapter 2

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

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

"Revenge" is, indeed, a rough, first draft as it is posted in this blog.  Please be aware that there will be a myriad of spelling and grammatical errors. However, if you see logistical inconsistency, please let me know, by all means.  Thanks!

REVENGE

 by

Shadowmuse Blown

Chapter Two

June 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Socks to the rescue!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Gail's surprise, Tory laughed.

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

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

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

"For what?"

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

Gail looked as if someone had slapped her.

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

"Basically."

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

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

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

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

"Why?" Gail sneered.

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

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

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

~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

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

"Absolutely!" he replied, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ ~ ~

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

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

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

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

Abby was the first.

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

"What?" Tory asked her.

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

Tory beamed back at her friend.

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

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

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

Tory nodded.

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

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

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

"I know," Tory responded with a smile.

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

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

Abby looked at her newly buxom friend with some surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tory looked down at her big set.

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

Tory looked back up at her friend.

"You wanna know what happened?" Tory asked.

Abby gave her a single curt nod.

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

"He likes babes with boobs," Abby said.

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

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

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

Abby raised her eyebrows: Do tell...

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

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

"What!"

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

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

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

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

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

Abby found herself smiling.

"Thanks," she said.

"For what?" Tory asked.

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

"I know it seems crazy," Tory said.

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

"People are gonna think I'm insane."

"Absolutely." Abby smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Revenge" - Chapter 1

"Revenge" first began about three years ago, in the summer of 2013.  That August I posted a fairly large "snippet" of the story in order to get feedback on whether readers thought it was worth pursuing before other projects.  The answer was a resounding "YES!", and I've been writing the story off and on since.  Much of the novel is complete in first draft from, but there is yet much to be written.

I re-posted those initial "snippet"s that I posted in the summers of 2013 & 2014, under my old pen name, on a new blog that was devoted only to that story: The Revenge Blog.  I've since made that blog private, by one-time subscripton fee. For those that haven't subscribed to "Revenge", I figure it would be nice to re-post those first six chapters, here, on my regular, public blog.  Hopefully, they'll find the story hot enough that you'll want to subscribe to the Revenge blog to read the rest of the novel, and, perhaps, participate in the creative process--giving feedback and ideas--as little or as much as they wish, for as long as the novel is written.  Together, we will watch Tory Avalon go from a flat-chested hater of bosomy women, to that of superblown femme fatale who learns that just because a woman is bosomy, it doesn't mean that she's a stupid whore. When our journey is complete (and Tory is blown far far larger than she ever would have imagined possible as the flat-chested bitch she begins as), I will go through the process of proofing the novel and then sending everyone who participates a final draft.

How long will it take to complete the novel?  I have no idea.  I have a bit of a backlog of the story already, and will probably post a chapter or segment every couple of weeks until the readers "catch up" and get to the point where you will have to wait for me to finish a chapter to post it.  At that point, maybe something once a month or so will get published, depending on how fast I write.  I'm sure that I will always have real world side projects that may sometimes delay the novel, but it will continue to get written and it will eventually get finished.  Hopefully, we'll both discover some great erotic fiction along the way and have a blast discovering what happens to Tory, discussing her and coming up with new ideas about her.

Please note that you may come across some of my odd notations for italics from time to time: either a lower case "i" in brackets (e.g. [i]) or, later, three lower case "i"s in a row (e.g. iii).  These notations for converting the story into an eBook format.  Please ignore them.

"Revenge" is indeed a rough, first draft as it is posted in this blog.  Please be aware that there will be a myriad of spelling and grammatical errors.

And now, without further ado, I give you Chapter One of "Revenge"...

REVENGE

 by

Shadowmuse Blown

Chapter One

Ken knew her the moment he saw her. She sat at the bar laughing with some friends. She was gorgeous: about five foot seven, with a shock of very short platinum blonde hair that was styled very chic and sexy--long bangs that would occasionally hide her steel blue eyes, but very short up the back. Her eyes had high-arching narrow brows, and were made up dramatically, with thick black eyeliner, and super-long eyelashes. She had an oval face with a deep dimple in the cleft of her chin. Her upper lip was thin, but curvy, with a well-defined valley between peaks. The lower lip ballooned out full and inviting. Her nose was thin, almost cruel-looking, with a slight upturn at its end.

She wore a black women's business suit with a red blouse, black form-fitting skirt--cut mid-thigh--and black 5" stiletto pumps. She appeared quite fit, athletic even, with a tiny waist and wide, flaring hips, but she had no chest to speak of, at all.

Ken had prepared for over a year for this moment. He had learned what type of psyche attracted her--confident, a little arrogant, someone who was used to getting his way--and had gleaned a personality to match. He had also learned that she was highly attracted to overly muscled types, and he had spent over a year with a personal trainer to pump up his body as big as he was able. She liked clean, confident, well-groomed and well-tailored men, and he now fit the archetype right down to biceps that were as thick as her thigh under his Armani suit. Oh yeah, Ken was also rolling in dough, thanks to a successful Powerball win several years ago and savvy investments since.

He paused not-at-all, but confidentially strode up to her.

"Tory Avalon," he said, rather than asked.

She looked up and Ken could see her eyes flare in surprise for a fraction of second.

"That's right," she replied, pulling the stalk of a maraschino cherry from her red lips, and running her eyes up and down his six foot one frame. "What can I do for you?"

"One of my investors mentioned you, last week," Ken replied, and pulled out his iPhone to show her an image of her face. "He showed me this picture of you."

"That's from my Facebook page!" Tory said.

"I've just relocated here," Ken said, putting the iPhone away. "He said you were a girl who knew what she wants."

"I am," she replied, half a dozen questions falling to the wayside.

"Good," he nodded. "I've taken the liberty of setting up a private booth off the main dining room here. Care to join me?"

Surprised, she hesitated only a moment before putting down her empty cocktail glass. "Absolutely," she replied.

She got off her bar stool and picked up her purse.

"I'll catch up with you guys later," she told her friends and followed Ken to the private booth.

She was instantly intrigued with Ken: his lifestyle, his body, his money and his personality.

They had a great dinner together, one that was extremely expensive, which Ken paid for without batting an eyelash.

Afterward, she was thrilled to find the valet drive up in a black Bugatti Veryon V16.

Once she'd finished gushing about the ride, he pulled the car out into traffic and asked her if he could drive her home.

"But it's so early!" she replied. "Wouldn't you rather go out to a club or something?"

He was quiet for a moment, and then spoke.

"Tory," he began, in a somber tone, "you're a wonderful girl..."

"Uh-oh," she replied, "that doesn't sound good."

"I had a great time tonight, but, I'm afraid I'm looking for someone to spend a lot of time with, and that person has to be just the right type."

Puzzled, she paused for a moment, and then asked, "I'm not the right type for you? I thought we were hitting it off great tonight. What is it that's 'not right' with me?"

"Tory," he said, "you're a beautiful woman, but I'm looking for someone quite buxom."

"Buxom!" she exclaimed, surprised. "You mean, I'm flatchested and you like big boobs?"

"Basically," he said, simply.

Tory was speechless for a moment. How was it that such a confident, witty, awesome man was enticed by big tits?

She laughed out of exasperation.

"I've always put down women with big chests," she said. "I've always seen them as bimbos or cows. And now you're telling me that you don't want to be with me because I don't have any tits?"

"To me, big breasts have always been a sexual attraction," he said. "They have nothing to do with brains or ability. They just look hot."

He glanced at her as he drove.

"It's not a judgmental thing, Tory. I simply prefer a woman with a big chest. It's my problem, not yours. Now if you'll please tell me where you live--"

"No," she said. "Wait. Pull the car over or something. I want to talk about this."

"What's to talk about?" he asked, but pulled into a residential neighborhood and found a quiet street to park.

"Would you see me if I had a big chest?" she asked him once he'd turned the car off and looked at her.

"Absolutely," he replied. "I think the time we spent together tonight shows that you’re a smart woman with a good sense of humor. You've got stunning looks and seem to have similar interests with me. But, Tory—"

Her mind was racing.

"I can't lose you," she said, suddenly. "I've been looking for someone like you my whole life and here I've found you and you're ready to say goodbye. I've got to think: can I put up with a big chest to keep you from running?"

"You mean that you'd actually consider augmenting your breasts just to see me?" he asked. "That's an awfully big step for someone who's hated women with big busts."

She laughed nervously, and nodded.

"Yes..." she replied, her eyes looking nowhere as she considered it. "Yes, it is."

Then she looked up suddenly and met his gaze.

"How big do you want them?" she asked point blank.

"Well," he considered, "you're what... an AA-cup?"

She nodded.

"Depending on what size of implant would fit, I'm guessing about a C-cup to start."

"A C-cup?" she echoed. "I could do that. That's not too bad."

Ken smiled. He did not repeat the term that she'd forgotten about: "to start".

"Are you totally serious?" he asked.  “You’ve only just met me.”

She nodded rapidly, as she considered the various repercussions of sporting a big C-cup chest. "Yes."

"Well, then," he began, "I would be happy to pay for the entire procedure."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," he replied. "I have a doctor in Brazil who's amazing."

"Brazil?" she asked. "Why there?"

"He's the best," Ken answered. "Does it matter where he's from? I'll pay for all expenses."

"I guess that's fine..." she said, thinking.

"I should be able to fly you down next week for a consultation and then surgery."

"Next week!" she gasped.

"The sooner the better, don't you think?" he asked. "He'll bump others in his schedule for me." Ken pulled out his wallet and gave a card to Tory.

"Call that number tonight when I drop you off," he said. "it's my personal valet." He already had his cell out and began to talk into it almost immediately. "Roberts? You'll be hearing from a very special woman in a little while, by the name of Tory Avalon. Please arrange for her to visit Dr. Pendara in Rio for augmentation. I'm guessing Pendara will start her out as a C-cup, okay?... Yes, a C... Please take care of her entire trip and make sure she's comfortable afterwards.... Yes... Thank-you."

He turned to Tory. "It's all set. Roberts will take care of all the details and make sure that you're in good hands. But please make sure that this is something you absolutely want to do before you step onto that plane, okay?"

She nodded dumbly as he handed her the card.

"What now?" she asked.

"Now... I drive you home."

~ ~ ~

Roberts took care of everything for Tory. Once she'd arranged for the time off from work--helped by a call from the doctor to her job in order to tell them that it was necessary emergency surgery--Roberts scheduled everything and picked her up in Ken's Bentley limo, himself. To her surprise, he drove her to the local airport which took care of small planes, and drove the limo right up to a waiting Gulfstream eight-passenger jet. As he loaded her bags into the baggage hold, she was met by a beautiful young woman named Adrianna who escorted her up the short staircase and into the jet. The woman turned out to be a wonderful conversationalist and accompanied Tory all the way down to Brazil, answering Tory's questions about Ken and what would be in store for her as she got her augmentation. Adrianna would be her personal valet in Brazil and accompanied Tory during her stay in the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel overlooking Rio de Janeiro. Every luxury that Tory could think of was hers during her stay, and everyone she met was polite and helpful, including the doctor who she met a day before the procedure.

That night, after returning from a world-class restaurant for dinner, Adrianna put a hand on Tory's arm for a moment before the two retired to their own bedrooms off the main living area.

"Tory?" she asked her, quietly.

Tory turned to look at her companion.

"How do you feel about what's going to happen tomorrow?"

"About getting a pair of breasts?" Tory asked.

Adrianna nodded, a look of concern in her face.

"I've got mixed emotions about it, to be sure," she confessed. "It will be a big life-changer for me. I've always ridiculed women with big breasts--looked down on them--and now I'm about to become one of them."

"A C-cup isn't really all that big, you know," Adrianna replied.

"I know," Tory came back. "I saw the implant that Dr. Lima showed me. But, to me, it's huge."

"I'm a c-cup," Adrianna said. "Do I seem overly big to you?"

Tory looked at Adrianna, as if for the first time. She hadn't really thought about Adrianna's breasts. As she considered them now, she appreciated their curves, but didn't feel that they were overly large.

"I guess not," Tory replied after a few moments. "I mean, since I've met you, I haven't even thought about your chest size. I guess they seem fairly average. But..."

"Yes?" Adrianna coaxed.

"I mean, I'm fairly flat as a board, you know? To suddenly have two boobs sprouting from my ribcage, even at that size, is going to seem big!" She laughed, nervously.

Adrianna considered for a moment.

"I don't understand," she began, slowly, "if you're so nervous about it, why do it?"

Tory laughed even while she looked exasperated and fell back to lean against a wall, her face looking up. "Because he's so fucking wonderful, that's why," she said. "He won't be with me if I'm flat-chested..."

Adrianna nodded.

Tory's head snapped back down, after a moment, to look Adrianna in the eye again.

"It shouldn't be that big of a deal, you know?" she asked. "They'll only be a C-cup."

"But, obviously," Adrianna replied, "it is."

It was Tory's turn to nod.

"I'm the 'with it' girl," she began to exclaim. "I'm sharp. I'm clever. I'm sexy. I take advantage of a situation and I never have any apologies. I can do it on my own. I have no room in my lexicon for suck-ups or cream puffs."

"Okay..." Adrianna replied, trying to understand, "but what does that have to do with--"

Tory took a deep breath.

"Girls with big tits are bimbos in my book," Tory said. "If she's got a D-cup bust, she's fluff: she either wants to use her tits to get what she wants or she's just a dumb cow."

Adrianna pouted a bit, trying to put it together. "I don't understand. If a girl's breasts are natural, what does that have to do with her mental state?"

Tory shook her head, quickly.

"Nothing," she said in a small voice. "But I can't help it. It's the way I feel."

She took another deep breath.

"And it's worse for some girl who I know has implants," she said, with conviction. "I despise them."

"And now you're about to become one of them."

Tory looked at the ceiling again as a tear ran down the side of her face. She bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Come on," Adrianna said, quietly, and led Tory by the hand into her bedroom. "You need to relax."  She sat down next to Tory on the edge of the bed.

"I can't believe I'm doing something like this for a guy," she said to Adrianna, at length. "I've always been so independent. Guys come to me for goodness' sake, not the other way around."

"But," Adrianna said, "you've never met anyone like Ken before."

Tory shook her head. "No. Never. He's fucking amazing: he's gorgeous, he's fucking built, he's clever, he's ridiculously rich, he's funny, he's confident, he's interesting, he's... everything!"

"But he likes big boobs," Adrianna added.

Tory nodded slowly.

"You've already told me how you two met," Adrianna said. "Obviously, he wasn't interested in you because of your chest. He was into you as a whole person. But sexually, he needs a big bust to get off."

"Exactly."

"So, you volunteered to fix that," Adrianna said.

"Yeah."

"Does that make you a bimbo?" Adrianna asked.

"No..." Tory considered, looking at her feet. "But, somehow I feel like I'm sacrificing my morals."

Adrianna shook her head.

"Look, I'm not going to judge you on how you've perceived big-busted women, but I will point out that your getting boobs has nothing to do with morals. They’re for fun."

Tory looked back at her new friend.

"You're going to be using your new boobs for sexual fun: to turn Ken on. That's it. What's wrong with that? You want to be able to tease him, don't you? After the operation, you'll have something in your arsenal to do so. Plain and simple. You're not giving up on anything that makes you the person you are."

Tory considered that for a while.

"And maybe..." Adrianna added. "Maybe you'll learn something in the process and become a little less harsh to other buxom women."

Other buxom women.

The phrase echoed in Tory's psyche.

"I'm gonna be buxom," she said, and a wide smile broke out on her face.

Adrianna laughed. "Why, yes you are!"

Tory laughed. "Holy shit..."

~ ~ ~ 

It was weird to see the bulge under the bandages when she woke up.

I have breasts, she thought to herself, again and again.

She stayed in Rio for the rest of the week, with Adrianna at her side, most of the time. When she was up to it, they went out to dinner or to see the sights. At the end of the week, her doctor cleared her to go home.
Adrianna brought her to the Rio airport and promised to visit soon.

Roberts picked her up at the airport in New York.
"How do you feel?" he asked, once they were under way.

"Pretty good," she admitted. "Most of the discomfort and pain are gone."

"But how do you feel?" he asked, again, making it clear that he wasn't talking about her physical self.

Tory thought for a moment and nodded slowly as she looked out the window. "Pretty good," she repeated.

"No regrets?" he wondered.

She shook her head.

"It's a good thing," she said.

Roberts brought her to her DUMBO apartment and carried her bags inside.

He gave her all the information she needed about seeing a local doctor affiliated with Dr. Liam.

She thanked him and he turned to go, but she tapped him on the arm.

"Roberts?" she asked him.

He turned back to consider her. "Yes?"

"When do I get to see Ken?"

"Soon, Miss," he replied. "I'll coordinate a date. Mr. Brenner indicated to me earlier that it would probably be within the next two or three weeks."

"What?" she asked, startled. "Two or three weeks!"

"I'm afraid so, Miss," he replied. "But don't worry, time will pass quickly, I'm sure."

"Why so long?"

"I believe it has something to do with healing time," he said, smiled weakly, and then turned to go, once again.

All this for a man I haven't even known intimately, yet, she thought to herself, and began to unpack and get ready for work the next day.

Tory's new breasts certainly got her a lot of attention at her job the following morning. The men were definitely oggling her more and the women either gave her compliments or looked at her as if she were some kind of slut.

It was very odd being on the receiving end of those looks. She had never given a look like that to a buxom woman, but she had certainly dished out plenty of cutting remarks in the past. To some women, she knew, she had been positively cruel. But, she knew that women that she had put down had deserved it. She certainly couldn't remember every woman that she had "put in her place", but she was sure that they had been slow or stupid or foolish, and had been fully deserving of her contempt. While she now realized that it was unfair of her to automatically assume that a buxom woman was either golddigger or stupid cow, she knew that anyone she had treated like that in the past had certainly shown signs that they weren't very sharp. She was sure that if she had, indeed, put someone down, in the past, who didn't deserve it, they certainly would've shown her in one way or the other that they weren't deserving of her judgment.

I guess I was lucky that anyone I insulted actually deserved it, she thought to herself. At least, now she would reserve judgment until she saw something that would indicate otherwise.

About midway through the morning, her friend Abby stopped by Tory's office and closed the door.

"What the hell happened to you?" she asked. "Ever since I've known you, you've ridiculed anyone with a set of tits. Now you go out and get a pair?" She opened her eyes wide. "What the fuck?"

Tory smiled.

"Things change," she said, simply.

"They certainly do," Abby said, standing on the other side of Tory's desk. "Come on. Stand up. Let's see."

Tory smiled wider as she got up and circled around the desk for Abby--who was an AA-cup--to check out Tory's new bustline.

She walked around Tory, nodding.

"I think it looks good, actually," Abby concluded.

"Not too much?" Tory wondered.

"Well, for anyone who knows you, it's a lot!" Abby replied. "But generally speaking: no. I think you look better with some curves up top to complement the ones below."

Tory grinned. "I'm beginning to like them."

"So..." Abby chided. "Why do 'things change'?"

And Tory began to relate the story about meeting Ken.

~ ~ ~

Two and a half weeks after Tory had first met Ken, she got a phone call from Roberts who asked her if she would be available that coming Friday for an evening with Mr. Brenner. Her heart was in her mouth for most of the week as she anticipated the evening and it drew ever closer. Finally, it was Friday and she waited for his limo to pull up in front of her building.

She had spent a good deal of time getting ready. She had put on her thickest eyelashes and created a wonderfully dramatic effect for her eye makeup. Big six-inch black chrome hoop earrings complemented a multi-ringed bracelet with the same look. She wore a knock-out red dress that was short enough to show off her shapely legs and low-cut enough to show off her new cleavage. It hugged her form to show off her every curve. Matching 5" spikes completed the look.

When she saw him emerge from the Bentley with a big grin on his face, she knew that she had done the right thing. He was checking her out, looking at her form up and down as they approached each other.

"You look fantastic," he told her, and took her hand to reel her in. She pressed herself up to him as his head tilted down to kiss her. As their lips met, she realized that this was actually their first kiss! She hadn't even kissed him last time! She swooned at the soft touch of his mouth and felt his lips part as his tongue slid into her oral cavity and danced with hers. They kissed passionately for several seconds, their bodies pressed close to each other. With her arms pulling him close, Tory pushed her thigh into his crotch, and felt his hard-on. A moment of triumph.  Now, she at least knew that she could get him excited. Then, they withdrew from the kiss, looking at each other intently.

"I've been waiting three weeks for that," she told him, dreamily.

"My apologies," he replied. "It was far too long a time to make you wait. But it couldn’t be helped." He offered no other explanation.

They had a wonderful dinner together, and then he took her to a private club that he knew down in the Village. She recognized a lot of celebrities and was delighted to find that he knew how to dance. As they danced, she took careful note of how he looked at her. How his eyes roamed over her body. The boob job was definitely worth it to get these reactions from him, that was for sure.

It was near 4am when they came out of the club to find Roberts ready with the limo to pick them up. Once inside and under way, they kissed and fondled each other. Tory made her way down to his extended crotch and opened his pants after a few minutes of rubbing. Pulling his briefs down, she reached in to pull his big cock out. She was happy to find that he was really well hung, but not monstrously huge, either. Her fear had been that he would turn out to be way too small or way too large. But at about 8 inches or so, fully erect, he seemed like just the right size.

She teased him with her fingers for a while, kissing his mouth while she elicited moans of pleasure from him. When she had him leaking, she moved down between his legs and began to lick him. His reactions were delightful: moaning and groaning at her ministrations. He nearly howled when she finally deep-throated him.

She worked on him and worked on him and worked on him. But try as she might, she couldn't get him to pop. He seemed to be in ecstacy, but she couldn't coax an orgasm out of him, no matter what she tried.

Finally, she looked up at him, her hand at the base of his shaft, covered in pre-cum.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked, softly.

He looked down at her and smiled, shaking his head slightly.

"Nothing," he replied. "Why?"

"Why don't you cum?"

"I need certain buttons pushed to do that," he replied.

She looked at him, quizzickly.

"What... buttons?" she wanted to know.

"You're gorgeous," he began, "and, so very sexy and hot."

"Apparently, not hot enough!" she pointed out.

"I'm afraid you're not big enough, yet, to push me over," he replied.

That threw her for a loop for a moment, until she realized that he was talking about her breasts.

"You're trying to tell me that my tits are too small?" she asked. "Still?"

"Basically."

"If my tits were bigger, I could get you to pop?"

"Definitely."

She straightened up and looked at her twin projectiles. "They seem big enough to me!"

For an answer, he just smiled.

"I have to get another boob job?" she asked, dejected.

"No," he replied, "not at all. The implants that Dr. Liam put in are what're called expanders. After a while, they'll be able to inject additional saline into the line, increasing the size."

She just sat there, on her knees, looking at him.

Bigger?

"I did say that the C-cup was just to start," he said.

Did he? Tory wondered. Now that he mentioned it, I do seem to recall something about "beginning with a C-cup to start", but I wasn't sure what he meant, so I kinda ignored it, I guess.

"Are you okay with that?" he asked.

Tory took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she thought about a chest even bigger than the one she had now. As she exhaled, she shifted off her knees to plant her derriere on the floor of the limo, which she realized for the first time, was parked in front of her building Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Underpass.

Ken pushed his cock back into his briefs and zipped up as she did this.

"How big do you need me to get?" she asked, at length.

"To get me to cum?" Ken asked. "It depends, but, I would say about an F-cup."

Tory's eyes bugged out.

"An F-cup!" she exclaimed. "Holy shit! That's huge!"

"It's what gets me exited enough to pop," Ken replied.

"But..." she hesitated, thinking about tonight. "You still wanted to see me even with 'just' a C-cup chest? Even though you knew it wasn't enough to push you over the edge?"

"Tory," he began, "you're a gorgeous, sexually exciting woman, especially the way you look now."

"As opposed to how I looked flatchested?"

"Yes," he answered. "Now you're quite exciting to look at. You're just not big enough to make me cum. I still enjoyed dancing with you."

She nodded. She did see him admiring her form on the dancefloor.

She got up and sat next to him on the limo's couch. "You do like the way I look, then?" she asked him.

"Absolutely," he assured her. "I think you look hot, especially with your new chest.  When I first met you, I saw how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you looked, but without any chest to speak of, we could never have played like we did tonight.  I doubt I would've acheived much of an erection, back then.  Now, though, you look great, and when you're bigger, you'll be able to push me right over the brink."

She glanced down at it twin bumps, and then back up to his eyes, and smiled.

"Bigger than this, huh?" she asked.

"How do you feel about that?" he asked.

"About making them bigger?" she wondered, and sighed, and looked back at her own chest.

"Shit," she said after several seconds, "I'd be so damn huge."

"You'd look awesome," he said.

Once more, she looked into his eyes, then narrowed hers. "And that would get you so excited that you could pop?"

"Oh yeah," he replied.

"I have to think about it a bit," she said, "but I'm gonna guess that I'll probably do it."

He smiled at her.

"But, how long until I can get bigger?" she wanted to know.

"It'll probably be a few months before the doctor would allow an increase in size. You're pretty tight now, even if you didn't have to make sure your scars heal completely, you wouldn't be able to fit any more saline at the moment."

"Months!" she exclaimed.

He laughed. "For someone who was just talking about how 'huge' it would be a few moments ago, you certainly seem to be anxious to move things along!"

"It's just that..." she sighed again. "I don't want to wait months before I can make you cum."

He nodded. "I understand."

But he thought, I understand that I have you hooked! I can't wait to watch your chest inflate!

They kissed again for a few minutes, and then Tory pulled back.

"When can I see you again?" she wanted to know.

"How about in two weeks?" he replied, pulling out his iPhone and checking his calendar. "On a Friday, again?"

She sighed. She had hoped for something much earlier, but she knew he was only going to be just so interested in her until she was big enough to make him cum.

"That'll be fine," she said, as they exited the limo. The June night air was only slightly cool, but fairly humid.

They kissed deeply again just outside her doorway as dawn began to touch the tops of the Manhattan Bridge behind them.

When they drew apart, she gave him a wry smile.

"I'm definitely going to get bigger for you, Mr. Brenner," she announced. "I'm gonna get so big that you'll want to see me every fucking night."

Ken slowly grinned from ear to ear.

"That's basically what I'm hoping for," he said, and kissed her one more time before heading back to the limo.

Tory waited until the limo left, waving to the black windows as it drove out of sight. Then she let herself in and took the elevator to her apartment on the fifth floor. When she'd closed the front door behind herself, she fell back against it, her mind reeling.

An F-cup chest! she thought. I want to drive him so crazy, but AN F-CUP CHEST!

She became aware that her breathing was rapid and that her heart was pounding. She looked down at her new bustline and wondered what the view would be like with such enormous bosoms! She was just beginning to get used to the "big" C-cup profile she had, and now she had to consider one twice the size!

She had to see what it would be like. In moments she fired up her laptop and was trying to get pictures of women with F-cup statures.

Damn! she thought. They are huge!

She eventually fell asleep on the bed, still clothed, with the laptop open to Amazon.com with pictures of various push-up bras.