Wow. The last time I said that I would try to post more regularly, and, instead, I wound up posing nothing for months. My apologies. In the meantime, many things have been going on, including my posts to my Revenge blog. But then, the other day, I took an old idea I had for a Possessions story in the back of my mind and put it down on the keyboard. "Lara" is the result and it is far from finished. This is just the first installment. Please let me know what you think of the idea.
As always, remember that this is a first draft.
POSSESSIONS:
Lara
Lara
Part 1
by
by
Shadowmuse Blown
Lara knocked on the door of the Westchester country estate. Never had she anticipated that she’d have such a grand or luxurious home to stay in when she had applied for the foreign exchange program back in Germany. She came from a typical middle-class home and certainly wasn’t used to the grandeur of such a place.
A girl in her 30s answered. Lara was struck by how beautiful the blonde was and how outrageous her figure was. She had never seen someone with such wide hips and huge thighs while retaining such a tiny waist—far narrower than Lara’s own 26” waist. To top that, the girl had a humongous chest with boobs easily the size of her own head. She was dressed in form-fitting black jeans—though how she managed to find jeans that would fit those crazy proportions Lara couldn’t guess—and a cropped deep-scoop pink top that showed off what little of her abdomen could be seen behind those monster tits of hers. Hi-top sneakers completed her look.
“You must be Lara!” the blonde said with a big smile, looking over the new arrival.
Lara was only 5’2” to the blonde’s half foot extra height. She was gorgeous, the blonde noted, with shoulder-length shiny black hair and super wide-set bright green eyes. Full cheeks, a slightly wide bridge to her nose, well-formed plump lips and even a dimple in her chin which was set in a wide jawline, made up her features. She had a few curves with a 36C chest, a 26 inch waist and pair of 38 hips.
“Come in! I’m Emma. Where are you from?”
Lara picked up her single suitcase and brought it inside.
“Deutschland,” Lara replied, and then added: “Germany,” in case the American didn’t understand.
“Oh, wow,” Emma replied as the entered the house, “you barely have any accent.”
There was a foyer with oak walls and an elaborate light fixture hanging from the ceiling. She rolled her suitcase behind Emma’s massive pair of undulating butt-cheeks into a large hall that was lavishly furnished with oak paneling and beams and a huge central fireplace.
“This is the living room,” Emma announced, passing through it and around a huge grand staircase. On the other side of the staircase was an elevator waiting for them.
“Your bedroom is on the sixth floor in the South Tower, which is right above us,” Emma said as she pushed the button and the doors closed behind them. “If there’s anything you ever need, just call or text me on your cell. My info will be on the desk in your room. I’m Kal’s coordinator for Paradise Lost, which is the name of the estate you’re in. Think of me as a dorm RA, but instead of handling the floor, I handle the whole estate.”
“Are there other students here, then?” Lara asked as the door opened and she again followed Emma’s monster ass down a short corridor to a white door.
“There are, indeed,” Emma said, as she took out an antique brass key and inserted it into the old keyhole in the elaborate brass plate on the door and clicked the door open. Turning the brass doorknob, she opened the door for Lara.
“Violá!” she said, with a flourish, and handing Lara the big antique key. “Your new digs.”
Inside was a beautiful banister bed with a wonderful view of the surrounding countryside through huge old windows. Everything was antique or decked out in similar manor, from the desk to the vanity along the curved tower wall to the wardrobe and bureau. The only thing that wasn’t Victorian-looking was the big flatscreen TV on the cherry-wood bureau.
“This is awesome!” Lara proclaimed, as she rolled her suitcase next to the old steamer trunk at the foot of her bed.
“Get yourself settled in,” Emma told her. “Lunch is downstairs in the main dining room at 1pm. There’s a map of the residence on your desk or you can check it online at KalsParadiseLost.com. If you need help with anything just call me.”
The first thing Lara did after Emma was gone was to call her mom and friend Inna to tell them all about the place. She found that she could contact them on FaceTime, but couldn’t see them. They told her that they could see her, however, and so Lara showed them pictures of her room’s elaborate bathroom and the view out the window.
But, when she had been showing the bathroom to her friend Inna, she had noticed her reflection. She didn’t say anything to her friend at the time, but afterwards went to check herself out.
She was bustier.
She was bulging a bit out of her bra. She felt more like D cup than the C she should have been. That was very odd!
Afterwards, she unpacked and at just before 1, she headed down to the dining room, having pulled up the layout of the house on her phone.
She expected to find many students in the dining room, but there were only two girls sitting at one end of the long table.
“Hi, I’m Lara,” she said, introducing herself. The two beautiful girls told her their names—Persefani and Shona—and soon they were getting to know each other’s countries and studies and their impression of the estate and Emma. Lara found them both delightful, and the others were surprised by the lack of other students, as well.
“I mean,” Persefani—a stunningly gorgeous girl from Nigeria—went on, “it’s fine, but the place is so big that it seems like it would have more students here.”
Emma paid them a visit afterwards and asked them if they would like a tour of the house and grounds to which all three said yes.
The tour had been a blast and Emma told them that they basically had free reign of the house except the second and third floors, which were Kal’s private rooms. She also told them that Kal would like to meet for dinner and entertainment each night for the next three nights to get to know them on a one on one basis. If Lara didn’t mind, he would start with her for dinner in the private dining room on the second floor at seven. The others would be served dinner in the main dining room at seven, as well. She knew it was Friday and that their classes didn’t start till Monday, so if they needed to go into town, they had a private car they could use anytime by calling a number and making a reservation. Otherwise, they had free time for the weekend.
Lara wore a nice blue dress for dinner with a scoop neck and cut at just above the knee and low heels. She figured she should dress nicely for her benefactor.
The only way to the second floor was to take the elevator to the first and walk up the grand staircase. The elevator did not stop at the second or third floors.
She made her way down a wide corridor and found the door open to the private dining room. As she stepped inside, a door opened on the far end and a young man of, say, 30 came into the room.
“Lara!” he called. “So good to meet you!”
He was incredibly good looking and fit. He was dressed in a button down shirt and nice jeans, and very sharp shoes. As he drew closer Lara noticed two things: one, his expensive watch and that she was very very taken with him.
He took her two hands in his, which sent a thrill up her spine.
“All settled in?” he asked with a smile. “Everything to your liking?”
“Are you kidding!” Lara grinned. “This place is wonderful! Thanks so much for so sponsoring me!”
She felt an overwhelming desire to kiss him. He was just so incredibly attractive.
“Not at all!” he replied, and gestured toward the table where hot soup awaited them. “Please, sit and let’s get to know each other.”
This dining room was much smaller than the one downstairs which had a table that could literally seat dozens. This table was had ten place settings, but only two were waiting with with food and drink.
Dinner was delicious and they seemed to talk about everything. To Lara it went by in a whirlwind with most of her attention being on how incredibly attractive Kal was and how much she wanted to make out with him.
After dinner, they retired to what Kal referred to as the lounge, which apparently doubled as a small theater as there was an enormous TV screen to one side. They sat together on a small leather couch where they faced each other and just looked at each other for a while.
Then, without talking they moved inward at the same time and before she knew what was going on, she was kissing him and kissing him. Soon her hands were in his hair and he held her head in his as the kissing became more and more passionate.
They went at it like this for a while when Lara became aware that her chest hurt. She glanced down to see her breasts swollen beyond believe: bulging over the top of the scoop neck cut out of the dress.
“Mein Gott!” she gasped and stared at her enormous G cups which threatened to bust open her little C cup bra. “What is going on!”
“You look incredible,” Kal told her.
“What?” she asked. “You like this?”
“You look amazing,” he said. “It’s part of what you signed up for.”
“What?” she was totally confused.
“When you volunteered to do lab testing for money,” he said.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“Do you remember signing up for that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Being a Guinea pig for some lab testing, yeah. It seemed like a good way to make some extra money.”
“When you stopped at the lab on the way up here,” he said. “That’s when the tests were done.”
“No,” she replied, holding her own head in confusion. “I just filled out some paper work.”
“And then had the tests done. Do you remember suddenly waking up on the couch in the waiting room?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she replied. “But, I must’ve gotten sleepy while doing the paperwork and just fell asleep there.”
“No, you had undergone testing which required you to be put to sleep. Afterwards, they brought you out to the couch until you woke up,” he explained.
“I don’t remember that,” she said.
“It’s a side effect of the treatment,” he lied. “They should have told you. They were supposed to tell you everything that had transpired so that it wouldn’t be a shock.”
“And what did they do?” Lara asked.
“You were given some biogenetic drugs to experiment on breast growth,” he lied.
In reality, Lara had come in to have some brain scans done as part of her “Guinea pig tests”. Kal’s people had then downloaded her memories into a clone of Lara that they had prepared for the last year. The real Lara then left and headed off to her real foreign exchange family and the clone had been brought here, thinking she was the real Lara. This clone had been engineered so that her breasts could swell to incredible sizes, but it had also had had small pressurized cylinders implanted in her breasts so that Kal could expand her breasts with air to incredible dimensions.
“Oh my…” Lara said.
“It seems to have worked extraordinarily well,” Kal said, covering up the urge to laugh. “You look spectacular.”
“Do you really think so?” she asked. It seemed really important to Lara that he like what had just happened to her.
“May I?” he asked, and reached out, tentatively with his fingertips.
“Please,” she said, and Kal put his hand on her swollen chest and felt the “give” when he pressed in on them. It was incredible—she had living balloons for breasts.
He noticed that she was wearing a front-closure bra and opened it to let her now inflated breasts bounce free.
“That’s so hot,” he told her, checking out her perfectly round bosoms bobbling before him. He reached again to molder them as he kissed her deeply again and she lost herself in his luscious kisses.
As she opened his pants, Mal pressed a button on the remote on the table behind the couch. It activated the cylinder and more compressed gas was expressed into Lara’s already swollen breasts.
She would get very big tonight.
