This is an
erotic story intended for adults only.�
This is a BE (Breast Expansion) story where breast implants are the
means of enlargement.
This is the
most personal story I�ve written since it is based on the actual people, places
and events in my life.� The names have
been changed to protect the innocent and some of what you are about to read are
my �real fantasies� that I have had about these real people over the
years.� I know it is an unconventional
story to say the least but I�m hoping you will all appreciate it none the less,
especially given the many true elements involved.
I would
also like to thank HD Artie for the excerpts from my �unfinished� story.
I welcome
any comments and suggestions you may have.�
Please feel free to write me at [email protected]
Dream Come True
�Screw these!�,
Jeannie yelled with an evil looking grin on her face as she angrily hurled her
boyfriend�s secret Viagra stash across the room almost hitting her best friend.
�Here�s my own Viagra and it will get him ten times harder and bigger than
those, I promise you!�� She opened the
box in front of her and held two oversized saline breast implants in her hands,
hefting their weight and size with a diabolical smile.� �By tomorrow I�ll be so fucking stacked and
I�ll have so much busting out cleavage he won�t go soft for a fucking
week!� And believe me, that�s just the
start!, I�ll be getting bustier and bigger every
fucking month until he�ll be jerking off just at the sight of me!� Then when he begs me to stop adding saline to
these implants, I will, just so that I can have them removed and get bigger ones!� Then he�s gonna
have a girlfriend with tits so fucking fake and big his balls will ache 24
hours a day!�
I was typing
at a feverish pace, writing this scene was getting me so excited that my cock
felt like it was going to explode at any second and I wasn�t even touching it.� I stopped briefly and took a deep breath, I
took my eyes off the words on the screen but as usual they were immediately
drawn to the all pictures of gigantic tits that were also open on my four 22�
computer monitors.� I felt my cock twitch
again so I quickly pushed my chair away from my desk and leaned my head back to
look at the plain white ceiling, hoping that the lack of stimulation would help
me relax so I could continue with my �jerk fest� as long as possible.
My wife wasn�t
home, she was away on her semi-annual business trip and wasn�t due back for
another two days, so like every other time she went away I had turned our home
office into a porn den.� Every second
that I was home I spent in that room looking at pictures of gigantic over
inflated tits, looking for new models who have gotten huge implants, watching
videos of my favorite stars as they play with their huge bloated tits and
continued to write my BA stories.
It was 1am
and I was totally exhausted in every way.�
There hadn�t been one night in the past two weeks where I had gotten
more than 3 hours sleep, I�d been staying up late every night and getting up
early everyday just to get in as much �tit time� as possible.� Now as I sat here after jerking off for the
last 6 hours straight, leaning back in my chair and looking at the ceiling in
an attempt to keep my load contained a few minutes longer, I felt my head and
my eyes starting to get heavy.
My mind began
to wander into a semi-dream state, random images and thoughts started to
materialize in my head, it only took a few seconds for
the thoughts and images to be exclusively about tits.� My thoughts drifted back a couple of decades
to a girl I knew in School and to the recurring fantasy I used to have about
her.
I walked up
to Erin�s house and rang the door bell, almost immediately the door opened and
�Please
come in Adam.�� She said as she as she
arched her back, her mammoth tits protruding out the bottom of her cut-off
shirt as she did.� I adjusted my raging
boner and walked into her house.� �My
parents aren�t home so it�s okay.�
�Okay for
what?��� I thought to myself.� �God look at those fucking huge tits.�� My thoughts continued as I didn�t even try to
hide my stare.
�You like
these don�t you?��
�Uh � ya � but they were never like this before.�� I said as my gaze continued to burn a hole in
her shirt.
�Ya I made them bigger, I knew you�d like them bigger.�� She said softly as she took a couple of steps
closer to me.
�How?�� Was the only word I could get out.
�Implants
silly, big silicone filled implants.��
She squeezed her tits under her shirt and I watched intently as I could
see her tit flesh oozing out the sides of her hands, her hands unable to
contain them.� She looked down at my
crotch and saw the tent in my shorts.�
�Yes I KNOW you like them.�
I nodded as
I reached one hand out in a desperate attempt to grab her shirt and lift it up, I was desperate to see her naked tits.� Before I got close she quickly slapped my
hand away.� �Tsk
tsk tsk � that�s not
allowed, not yet.�
�Not
yet?�� I asked, almost begging.
She shook
her head.� �Not until you answer a couple
of questions for me.�
I swallowed
hard.� �Okay.�
�Do you
think my tits are big?�� She asked as she
continued to play with them under her shirt, as she moved them around I caught
a brief glimpse of her pink areola as it poked out the bottom.
�Oh yes!�
�Do you
like how big they are?�� She gave me that
crooked smile again as she finally took her hands off them and ran her hands
down her flat midriff.
�God yes!�
She
smiled.� �Do you want them BIGGER?�� She quickly slid her hands up her midriff and
grabbed her shirt and lifted up to her neck, exposing the biggest most perfect
tits I had ever seen in my life.
I damn near
came in my shorts as the sight of her tits was almost too much for my young
mind to bear.
�Answer my
question.�� She slowly slid her shirt
over her head.� �Do you want them
BIGGER?�
I stood
there in a trance, of course I wanted them bigger, what tit obsessed adolescent
wouldn�t, but part of me looked at her magnificently enhanced tits and thought
�they�re perfect�.� I didn�t know what to
say so I said nothing.
�You want
them BIGGER don�t you, I KNOW you do, F cups just aren�t big enough for you are
they?��
My eyes
almost popped right out of my head.�
�What? You want them bigger?�
�I was so
disappointed when I saw how small they were after my surgery, I wanted them
SUPER BIG!�� She held her hands in front
of her chest mimicking cantaloupes.� �And
do you know why I want them so big?�
�N�N�No.�
�Because I
know YOU want them to be SUPER BIG.� I
know you LOVE super sized gigantic tits!�
Next month I�ll be going back to the Doctor and get my tits made bigger
again just for you!�
I felt my
cock twitch and I snapped out of my half sleep.�
I looked back at my computer and saw
The Doctor took a step back and
marveled at Jeannie�s taut, near bursting, freshly filled tits. �Jeannie saw the look in his eyes as she smiled
and placed her hands onto her curvy hips, then pushed her saline packed boobs
out as far as she could, sensing she now had two man
made weapons that could get her anything she wanted.
�Whew, what a fucking rack!� The Doctor panted.
�Honey, believe me, you don�t need to thrust those babies out like that, they
ARE out!� Like ten fucking inches
straight out off your chest now!� A slight look of concern came over his face. ��What have we done to you?!� Christ, you�re ALL TITS!�
Jeannie, loving his description of
her, grinned and pushed her hard implants up against his face.� �All you�ve done is taken a cute little flat chested girl and given her the biggest tits of any woman
you�ve ever been with Sweetie, that�s all!��
She backed up again to give him a full view of her colossal chest.� �Want to see me in the tight little top I
walked in here with?�� She giggled,
watching his eyes widen even more. �It will really show how busty I�ve
gotten!� I Betcha
I can bust it open right at the seams now, hell, it was super sexy and tight on
me after my first set of implants!� I was
giving every guy a hardon with it then, can you
imagine the fucking cleavage pouring out of it now?� She grinned mischievously
again. �Bet I can make you come again when I pack my stuffed implants into it,
Doc!� I�m certain you just doubled my cup
size in the last ten minutes.� I�ll be
pouring out of that top now, you�ve made me so top heavy!�� She looked down and examined her taut skin
and shelf like tits. �My Goodness�� she teased, ��that is, if I can even get
into it at all now!�
I pushed my
chair away from my desk again as I felt an intense pressure threatening to
blow.� I leaned my head back again and
stared at the ceiling, I closed my eyes for a brief moment and before I knew it
I found myself sitting in the strip club that I used to frequent in my early
20s, it was called The House of Lancaster, as classy name for a seedy place.
I looked up
at the stage just as
Tiffany
collected her bra and costume from the stage and proudly marched into the back
room, her tits arriving a few seconds before the rest of her body.� I had never been hard in a strip club before,
today was the first time and I was so raging hard it was painful.
I had been
here many times before, usually during the early afternoon on a weekday, it was
always less crowded, easier to find a dancer for a lap dance and I preferred a
little more privacy since this club didn�t have private rooms.� I had gotten to know a few of the house
dancers by name and they recognized me as a �regular�.� Today however I came later in the afternoon
only because Tiffany�s first show was at 5pm, I had
never been here this late in the day before.
After Tiffany
walked off stage I was horny as hell and desperate for a lap dance.� I scanned the club looking for one of my
�regular� girls, preferably Carely
who was thick black girl with a gorgeous set of natural DD�s, the largest of
any of the house dancers that I had seen.�
As I looked around the club I was disappointed to see that they were all
busy, so I sat and waited.
I kept on
eye on the door to the back room as a few new girls who I had never seen before
came out into the club, apparently these were the girls
who worked the evening shift.� Three or
four came out, they were the typical very thin-skinny-no-chest type, my dick
practically got limp looking at them, god I hate flat chests!
As the song
that was playing ended I turned and looked back towards the club to see if any
of the dancers that I liked were done with their customers.� Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl
wearing a bright orange spandex sports bra walk out from the back room.� Before I even had time to turn my head to
look at her I could tell her tits were huge and they were definitely implants!
When I
finally got my head whipped around to look at her my heart began to pound in my
chest, she was this tiny woman who probably only weighed about 90 lbs and was
only about 4�-10� tall but her tits were the size of fucking cantaloupes!� This woman excited me more that I had ever
been excited by any other woman in my life.�
As sexy as
�Dammit!�� I yelled.
�You wanted
that busty girl didn�t you?�� The guy
sitting next to me said.� I had never
talked to strange guy in a strip club before but this girl was fucking with my
head.
�Fuck ya.�� I replied.� �I mean look at her tits!�
�I know, they�re huge.�� The stranger replied.� �You gunna get a
dance man?� You gotta
get a dance from her.�� He said almost
egging me on.
�Oh ya � I just have wait for her to
be done with the other guy.�
I stared
and watched her as she danced for the other lucky bastard.� The song started and she got up and began her
dance, she turned her back to him and then began to sway her hips from side to
side as she ever so slowly began to turn around to face him again.� I was in awe as she slowly turned and I could
see her profile, I was amazed just how far off her chest her breasts projected,
despite being squished into the tight spandex, zip-up-stripper-wear sports
bra.� I had seen several big titted women in magazines, videos and in the club, some
natural, some fake like
I reached
down and adjusted myself as my pants were becoming painfully uncomfortable
since I had worn a pair of tight jeans, who�d have thought that after months of
coming here and not getting hard once that I�d be rock hard twice during
today�s visit.� Damn these giant fake
tits!
I focused
again on her as she lifted her right hand to the top of the zipper on her spandex
top.� She grabbed the zipper and played
with it for several seconds and unzipped it one notch.� She smiled down at the guy with a look that
said �are you ready for these?�� Slowly
she slid the zipper down and one by one each tooth opened up revealing the
bountiful flesh concealed behind.� After
the 4th or 5th tooth I noticed a phenomenon that I had only previously dreamed
of, as each tooth was released her breasts seemed to GROW out of her top,
expanding as the tight confines that had contained them was now slowly being
pulled away.� I was mesmerized as I
watched for what seemed like an eternity as her tits continued to swell bigger
and bigger out of her top.� Then finally
she got to the bottom of the zipper, the last clasp was still holding on,
putting pressure on the bottom of her tits which forced them to bulge up and
out like a performance push-up bra.
My mouth
was bone dry in anticipation of what I was about to witness,
I felt my leg start to shake uncontrollably as a fresh surge of adrenaline
rushed through my body.� I stared at the
inches and inches of tight round cleavage framed by the black zipper and bright
orange spandex.� My mind raced as I tried
to image what they would look like once finally revealed.� I saw another smile come across her face and
this time she actually said something to the guy but I couldn�t hear her voice over
the music.
Finally
with one last tug she pulled the slider down and let the last tooth open
up.� The two sides of her spandex bra top
flew to either side of her chest and the slider was literally ripped out from
between her fingers as her tits exploded out in a release of built up pressure.
I heard the
guy beside me let out an involuntary �Da-yum!�
I�m not
even sure what, if anything, I may or may not have said.� At this point I lost all cognitive ability
and was now in a dream-like state.� The
building could have burned down around me and I wouldn�t have noticed.
My mind
tried to find a word to describe what I was seeing - the word �perfection�
didn�t seem to the do them justice, the words �awesome� or �amazing� were too subtle.� The closest I came was �Goddess-like� and
even that still seemed fall short of what they truly deserved.
They were
as close to spherical as possible, only precisely machined man made parts were
more perfectly round.� I had only even
seen tits similar to hers in cartoons, as so many artists try to accentuate a
female�s sexuality by drawing them with outrageously proportioned and
unattainable, unrealistic curves.� This
woman, this GODDESS had obtained the unobtainable, a shape so perfect not even
Michael Angelo could have sculpted her more perfectly.
Her nipples
and dark areola were about 3mm below dead centre and were now extending and
thickening slightly as the cold air from the club hit them.� She lifted one hand and pinched a nipple,
pulling it lightly and extending it out even more.� She then brought her other hand up and cupped
them lovingly, her small hands totally dwarfed by them as she did.
Out of the
corner of my eye I saw a couple of guys at a table about 10 feet away from her
pointing and shouting in excitement.� I then
focused back on her to see that she had stood up and turned around with her
back to the guy and then slowly leaned back and back and back until the back of
her head was touching the guy�s lap.� Her
magnificent tits stuck straight up into the air without the slightest hint of
movement to either side as is so common with natural breasts, hers were just
bolted in place.
She brought
her hands up to the �underside� of her breasts which were facing away from me,
as her hands slowly moved into position on the �underside� they were also
slowly disappearing from my view as her tits were so mammoth
as to totally conceal her hands behind them.�
Then she slowly slide them up and over her erect nipples to the
�topsides�, breast flesh visible all around her tiny hands as she moved them
up.
Finally the
song came to an end and she stood back up, turned around and whispered
something in the guy�s ear.� The guy
shook his head and handed her a $20 bill as she started to get dressed.� Before she was even dressed and gone from his
table the guy got up and quickly, yet awkwardly, walked out of the club.
This was it, this was my chance to get a dance from her!� My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was
having a heart attack.� I sat there
shaking with excitement as I watched her put her spandex-zipper up bra top back
on, she slipped her arms through the openings and it now hung open on her
shoulders.� She took the zipper in one
hand and grabbed the other side with the other hand and in one swift motion as
she had done a thousand times before she mashed the bra top into her breasts,
squishing them together as best she could and quickly engaged the zipper.� The effort that it took was obvious on her
face as she let out a little �whew� when she was done.
She turned
and looked in my direction.� �Fuck
me.�� I thought I was going to faint as
my heart pumped even faster and the blood drained from my face.� I didn�t know if I could even raise my hand
to flag her down.� Then a little smile
came across her face and she made a bee-line for me.� I looked down to see that in fact my hand had
gone up in a gesture to call her over, I just don�t
remember doing it.
I watched
her as she took each step, her tits moving in perfect sync with her body as she
slowly bounced up and down as she walked on her 3� heals.� Then she came to the two steps to get up to
the area where I was sitting, as she stepped up and her body shook more, her
breasts finally gave some hint of movement as the large heavy implants inside
her tits had more inertia than her skin could handle without moving.� My cock was raging hard in my pants and I
turned and adjusted myself so as not to let her see, the last thing I want was
for her to be freaked out in any way.
�Hi.�� She said in a bubbly tone as she sat squarely
in my lap, my erection pressed against her petite yet round ass.� �I�m Stevie, what�s your name?�
�I�m
Adam.�� I said, trying desperately to
look her in the eye, not in her chest, but I couldn�t help it, like an eclipse
it was too stunning to keep my eyes from.�
I looked down and only inches from my face were the biggest, roundest,
most perfect tits I had ever been this close to.� I couldn�t believe that they actually looked
even bigger than they did just a few seconds ago.
We made
some small talk for a couple of minutes until the next song started.� Then Pearl Jam�s Even Flow came over the
sound system and she quickly got up and started her routine.� It was the same as I watched before but now I
was so close I could see each pore in her overstretched skin, I could see the
ridge where her implants hung past her rib cage at her armpits, I damn near
shot my load in my pants when it hit me that her fucking implants were so big
they were wider than her ribs!
Then she
started the �big� reveal, my cock was throbbing uncontrollably and I could tell
my underwear and pants were already soaked with pre-cum as she put her
gargantuan chest only inches from my face.�
Slowly she lowered the zipper and once again her tits grew out of her
tight top until she got the zipper down to the bottom and then her tits
EXPLODED out of the top.
I started
taking deep breaths to calm myself as I knew I was only seconds away from
making a mess of my pants.� I finally had
to break my trance and look up at the dark ceiling while continuing my Lamaze
like breaths.� She gently put her hand on
my head and tilted it back down to look at her.
Fuck they
were gorgeous!� I looked at her perfectly
circular dark pink areolas and noticed a slight semi-circular scar around the
bottom of each, the incision where these perfect implants had been placed
inside of her magnificent tits!
Then, what
felt like only 30 seconds later the song ended and she leaned into my ear.� �You want another dance?�� She leaned back up and actually started to
reach for her top on the table.
�God yes!�� I said.�
She looked a little surprised to hear that from me, I�m not sure why but
I don�t care either.� Without a moments
hesitation she leaned back into me and pressed those cantaloupe sized tits
right into my chest.
�Good.�� She whispered to me.
I was in my
version of heaven, I had never ever imagined a woman like her, with tits this
big and this perfect, even when I had my fantasies when I younger, no ones tits
ever looked this good!� Now these
magnificent tits were not only real but they are on me, touching me and I was
touching them.� They were in my lap,
against my chest, in my hands and on my face.�
I was not letting them go!
I lost
track of how many songs she danced to, was it 10, was it 20?� I had no idea.� At some point my brain resumed normal
function and I remembered that I only had a limited amount of cash on me to pay
for these dances.� Against every fiber of
my being I had to tell her to stop, but it was only for fear of getting the
shit kicked out of me by the club�s bouncer if I came up short on her money.
As she got
dressed I pulled out $180 out of my wallet, at $10 a dance I honestly didn�t
know if I had enough to pay her. �Will this do?�
She quickly
counted it and smiled.� She leaned over
and kissed me on the cheek.� �Hope to see
you again.�� She walked away to her next
waiting customer.
As I
adjusted myself in my pants and prepared to get up, the guy next to me leaned
over and said, �Damn she was worth every penny.�
I just
turned back to him and said �Oh ya.� and with that I
got up and left, having blown every penny I had to my name until my next
paycheck.
A week
later, right after payday, I was back at �The House� as it is commonly known,
this time armed with $250.� I stood
outside the door and took a deep breath as I tried to calm myself,
I had come later in the day, around 5:30pm, hoping to see Stevie again.� I hadn�t been able to get her out of my mind
all week.� I opened the door and walked
in, as usual I was almost blind as my eyes struggled to adjust to the very dark
surroundings of the club after just coming in from a very bright summer
afternoon.
I slowly
walked towards the bar which had a vantage point of the entire club, my eyes
had now almost totally adjusted and I scanned the club from the one end to the
other.� No Stevie.� I stood there until the song that was playing
ended, hoping to see her head pop up after a lap dance,
I waited and waited, no Stevie.
I sighed
and decided to find a table in my usual area.�
I got a beer and even got a couple lap dances from the smaller titted girls, I couldn�t have been more bored.� Stevie and her tits from
Instantly my heart starting pumping hard just like last week.�
�Oh my God please come over here.��
I said to myself.� My legs shaking
in anticipation again as she walked towards the aisle my table was in.� She turned the corner and started walking
towards me and my heart skipped a beat.�
�Yes!�
Before I
even had a chance to raise my hand to flag her down
she looked at me and her face lit up with excitement.� She lifted her hand and waved to me and her steps quickened as she did her best to run to me in her high heals.� �Hi Adam!�� She said once she was in ear shot.
Holy fuck,
this chick actually remembers me and remembers my name.� She plopped herself down in my lap and kissed
my cheek.� �How are you?�� She asked still grinning ear to ear.
I was
floored to say the least.� I made some
small talk and then as soon as the next song started she started her dance
again and again I was in heaven.� I never
actually asked her for a dance but she knew exactly what I wanted.
An hour and
about 15 songs later the announcer came over the PA and asked for Stevie to
report to the stage for the next stage show.�
�Sorry sweetie I gotta go on stage.�� She said as she quickly got dressed.� I pulled my wallet out to pay her for the
dances she had given me.� �What are you
doing?�� She asked.
�Paying you for the dances.�
She shook
her head.� �You can pay me when I come
back and give you some more after my stage show.�� And without even waiting for a response from
me she quickly darted off to the back room.
Damn this
woman had me!� She knows I�m so fucking
addicted to her tits that given the opportunity to easily skip out on a $150
tab she knows that I�ll stay just to get more dances from her.� Fuck me I�m screwed!
Fifteen
minutes later she returned after her stage show.� �Now where were we?�� She asked in a sultry tone.
I blew my
$250 that night and every week after that for the entire summer.� It may not seem like much, but to a full-time
student working a part-time job with no student loan to help it was a lot of
money to me.� I probably spent over $2000
that summer, so much for the car I was going to buy.
September
came, classes started and my money quickly ran dry.� It wasn�t until the beginning of October that
I was able to pay a visit to The House again, only this time no Stevie.� I waited for a couple of hours and then
finally I asked one of the waitresses if she knew when Stevie was coming
in.� The waitress said she hadn�t seen
her in weeks and heard through the grape vine that she wasn�t coming back.� I sipped my beer and left with my head hanging.
Six months
later on my friend�s 19th birthday we decided to take him out for his first
strip club experience.� We went to a new
club called the Airport Strip since we were all bored of the same old girls we
had been seeing at The House of Lancaster.�
We were sitting at our table enjoying our forth round of drinks when I
saw it � that orange spandex top out of the corner of my eye.� It couldn�t be could it?
I turned my
head and there she was, walking down the aisle with her huge proud breasts
leading the way.� My friends didn�t know
about her, I kept her a secret, but I couldn�t let her walk by me with saying
hello � hell, I couldn�t see her and not get a dance!
I stood up
and she turned her head to look at me.�
Instantly she recognized me and let out a girlish scream of
delight.� This time she actually ran
towards me, her tits almost popping out of her top as she did.� She ran up to me and gave me a big hug,
pressing her chest tightly into mine.
My friends
witnessing this spectacle all cheered.� I
turned to them and told them to settle down.�
I turned back to Stevie and she suggested going somewhere �more
private.�
She walked
in front of me as we walked up to the balcony area of the club and took a
seat.� The entire time
I was looking at her tits as I could see them sticking out on either side of
her arms.� We sat down at a table
and I looked squarely at her chest, this was first time I got a really good
look at them tonight.
Were they
bigger?� I looked at them and looked at
how they fit in her top, it had been six months since I had seen her but I
could swear they were bigger, that they were bulging out of her top more than
they even had before.
�Notice
something?�� She asked as she waved her
hand in front of my face to get my attention.�
I looked up at her and she shot me an evil grin.
�Um�well�you
boobs kinda look�.�
�Bigger?�� She asked.�
�Ya they are!�
My heart
leapt again.� �Bigger?�� This was quickly turning into a wet dream
come true.
�Ya I got new implants and I figured if I was going to get new
ones I may as well get a little upgrade.��
She winked at me.� �I assume you like them?�� She said holding her arms to either side of
them and squeezing them together between her biceps.� �I know you�re a boob man.�
My eyes sprung
open wide.� �Huh?�
She laughed
out loud.� �Oh course, you don�t think I
noticed the very first time I danced for you that you couldn�t take your eyes
off my tits.� I�d reach down with my
fingers to my pussy and you�d still be staring at my tits.� I�d turn around and put my ass you in your
face and you�d be craning you head still trying to look at my tits.� It�s obvious what you like.�
I just
nodded, not knowing what else to do after having just been called out.� No girl or woman had ever figured that out
about me, or if they had they had certainly never told me they knew.
She got up
from her chair and sat in my lap.� �You
want a dance don�t you?� You want to see
just how much bigger they are.�
I just
nodded again as there was not enough blood left in my brain to power my mouth
anymore.� She didn�t wait for a new song
to start, she just started, after only a few seconds
of teasing she got right to the part she knew I wanted to see.� She opened my legs and stood between them,
her left leg touching my swollen cock as it was plainly visible in my pant�s
leg.� She grabbed the zipper and slowly
slid it down until POW, her top exploded open, her tits growing out of it more
than I ever guessed!
�Oh that�s
better!� She whispered in my ear as she pressed her naked tits into my chest.� She then leaned up a little and I felt her
hands slide on my chest under her tits, to my shock I noticed that she started
playing with the buttons on my shirt.�
One by one she undid the buttons until she was able to open my shirt up
completely, she then leaned back down and pressed her naked tits into my naked
chest.
�Oh
fuck!�� Well at I
least got control of my mouth back.� I
started breathing heavier and heavier as she slowly lowered herself and dragged
her tits down my chest and stomach, then she reversed and began to drag them
back up again, swinging them slightly from side to side as she did.� I realized she was trying to make her
magnificent juggernauts touch every possible inch of skin on my chest.
Finally it
was too much for me to bear and my cock exploded in my pants.� I felt gush after gush as it pumped out
harder than it had ever pumped before.�
Her leg was still pressed against it and she must have felt it twitch
each time.� �Mmmmm.�� Was
all she said.
After a few
seconds she kissed my cheek and stood up to get dressed.� �Is that it?��
I asked rudely.� The lack of blood
in my brain was still impairing my thinking.
She knew I
didn�t mean it like that, she leaned back into me and whispered in my ear.� �Let�s just say that�s a freebee to make sure
you come back and see me again.�� She
smiled with her evil grin and walked away.
I was left
sitting there with a cum stain in my pants about 8
inches wide and still spreading.
I was
jolted out of my seat as I realized that something that hadn�t happened to me
in over 15 years just happened to me � I had a wet dream.� �Fuck!��
I cursed to myself.� It was
everywhere, the chair, the desk and the computer.� �Damn BA dreams!�
I cleaned
it up, got something to eat and drink and sat down at the TV, I needed a
break.� I turned on some crappy late
night TV and not surprisingly nothing was on.�
I pulled up the list of recorded shows on my PVR, as I scrolled through
the list of programs I started thinking about tits again.� I then accessed my computer through my HTPC
and I began to scroll through my all my big tit pictures.� I stopped on the classic picture of Ashley
Bond as she was filling her implants on national TV about a decade ago.� This picture had provided me with hours of
enjoyment since I first saw it so many years ago, to
me it was the epitome of my BA fetish.�
As I stared at it and felt my cock stiffen again I started thinking
about my story and a new scene.� I turned
the TV off and went back to my computer.
Jeannie�s boyfriend was becoming
concerned about Jeannie�s desire and obsession with making her tits bigger and
bigger.� For as much as he loved it and
actually wanted to see her continue to grow even larger, his conscious got the
better of him.� He finally got the nerve
to suggest to Jeannie that she should stop were she is, to leave her tits just
as they are.
�Never!�
You don�t get it��� The conviction
in her voice was unmistakable.� ��with
every cubic centimeter of saline that I�ve added to my breasts I�ve increased
my power over you and you know it and you love it!� With every delicious drop of saline that gets
pumped into them you want me more, you want to jerk off every chance you get
when I�m around you, you forget about every other woman on the internet that
you used look at, I�ve passed them all, not only in size but in pure raw
sexuality.�
I smiled at
the thought of the character of Jeannie pumping in Liter after Liter of saline,
inflating her tits like balloons.� I
needed a proper visual so I opened up a bunch of pictures of Ashley Bond, in
particular the pictures of when she had her implants filled and stared at them,
going into a trance as I did.
I sat in
the back row of tables at the Airport Strip and watched the stage show.� A very pretty woman with a wicked set of fake
DDs was dancing on stage.� You could tell she loved her augmented curves
as she touched and caressed them constantly during her performance, as if she
herself couldn�t get enough of them.� As
the last song in her set ended she picked up her attire and jumped off the
stage making a bee-line for my table.�
This girl was smart, she saw me looking at her, looking at her tits and
she knew she�d be able to work me for a lot of money.� There was only one thing she didn�t count on.
�Wanna dance?�� She
asked with a know-it-all smile as she leaned into me, her naked orbs only
inches from my face.
�No
thanks.�� I said bluntly.� �I�m waiting for Stevie.�
Her face
turned sour as she stood up straight with a loud �hmmf!�
and marched off towards the back room.� I
felt a little bad for her, I�m willing to bet that
Stevie stole most of her �boob men� customers from her.
Then I saw
her � I mean I saw �them�.� The tits I
had come here to see, the tits that drive me mental everyday thinking about
them.� It had been a long agonizing month
since I had seen her that night when she gave me the �freebee� so that I�d come
back and see her.� Money was practically
non-existent for me and I knew that I couldn�t see her and only get one dance
from her, so I had to save up until I had at least $200 to spend.
She walked
down the aisle looking around, she stopped and did a 360 as she scanned the
club looking for customers, it was a slow night and it was slim pickens.� As she turned my eyes burned at her chest, studying it from every
angle.
Was she
bigger?� I rubbed my eyes and looked
again.� They looked bigger!� It must be the lights in this club, there was
a strobe light going and it was hard to see more than 10 feet in front of me.� She walked closer and closer to me and with
each step I became more convinced that my eyes were not deceiving me, her tits
were BIGGER!
As tight at
her classic orange top used to be, it had always contained her tits rather
well, they were firm enough that they didn�t squish out the tops or sides to
much � but now it was different.� Her
tits were bulging out in every direction, bulging out the top, bulging out the
sides so that she literally had to lift her arms slightly so as not to keep
hitting them and even bulging out the bottom, projecting out below the bottom
of her zipper.� I felt my dick twitch
again like it did only a month ago but I took a few deep breaths and calmed
myself.
She spotted
me!� She stopped in her tracks as her
face lit up.� She stood there for a
moment about 30 feet away from me and did a few model poses to show off her
body to me, then she did a classic �salsa� shake to highlight her ballooned up
chest.� Apparently her top was not
prepared for that as the bottom quickly pulled up about 3 or 4 inches and her
tits seemed to grow out from under it. �She noticed her top move up and with a lot of
effort pulled it back down as far as she could.�
She smiled with an �opps� look on her face and
then walked over me with a strut that sent shivers down my spine.
�Hey stranger.�� She said as she sat in my lap.� �Notice anything bigger?�
�Wow!�
�Hehe, ya that�s most guy�s reaction now a days.�
Do you like em?�� She asked
pushing them closer to my face.� My cock
twitched in my pants involuntarily.� �Oh
I see that you really like them!�
�Can you
tell me about them?�� I asked almost in a
whisper as my mouth was drier than the
�What you
do mean?�� She looked a little confused
about my request.
�I mean I
want to know everything about your tits � how big they are, how big your
implants are, what type of implants are they, how many surgeries you�ve had and
how the hell are they bigger again after only a month?�
She gave me
that evil grin again, she knew she had so much power over me, that I couldn�t
say no to her tits, that her tits had a dominating effect on me.� Her smile widened as she realized that I just
opened the door even wider for her and her expanding chest to take total and
complete control over me.
�Lean
back.�� She put her hand on my chest and
pushed me back into my chair as she stood up in front of me.� She put her hands on her tits and began to
rub them all over, from top to bottom and side to side.� She leaned forward to put her mouth next to my
ear, I stared at her bulging chest and noticed the zipper move down 2 clasps
under the shear weight and pressure of her mammoth breasts.
�They�re
expanders �� She whispered,�
�� and I can fill them up whenever I want.�� She stood back up and squeezed them together
between her arms and then she leaned back down to me, her zipper slipping down
2 more clasps as she did.� �I just added
200cc a week ago��� She blew in my ear lightly� ��now my
implants have 1400cc each in them!�
She stood
up again and grabbed her zipper and pulled it down to the bottom, her tits
surging out of the front of the bra as the pressure was released.� With the zipper still hanging onto the bottom
clasp she leaned in again to me.� �When
you first met me I was wearing a G cup bra, two weeks ago I was wearing a J
cup��� She stood up and this time arched
her back and leaned back as far as she could.�
She was flexible as hell and I was amazed how far she was able to bend back
without falling over, her back was now almost parallel with the floor when the
bottom clasp of her bra�s zipper finally gave way with a loud SNAP that I could
hear over the blaring music in the club.�
Her bra flew to the sides and then fell down next to her arms.� Her tits jutted straight up proudly off her
chest a good 6 inches.
I let out a
loud� �Whoooooaaaa!�
She snapped
herself back up straight and tilted her head down to look at her chest with
that fucking evil grin of hers again as her eyes darted up to meet mine.� �Now a J cup doesn�t come close to fitting
them.�� She shouted out over the loud
music.
She looked
at my crotch, licked her lips and reached out and grabbed the back of my head.� In one swift motion she leaned into me and
pulled my head forward so that my head landed smack dab in the middle of her cavernous
cleavage.� Never in my life had I felt so
much breast around my head, for a minute I thought I
might suffocate but I didn�t give a shit.
Each time I
saw her after that they were �just a bit bigger� as she would always say.� I could only afford to go back every couple
of months, but without fail each time I did her tits were bigger, fuller, heavier
and rounder than the last time.� The
first words out of her mouth each time she saw me was the number of cc�s she�d
had pumped into her ever expanding implants.�
�100cc� 150cc�75cc�250cc�
One day I
came into a small amount of money, it had only been a week after I saw her last
but I since I had more money to blow on her now I seriously thought about going
to see her again, to pay her a surprise early visit.� Then when I realized that she would be the same
size as the last time I saw her I decided to wait.� I realized that I needed her to be bigger
each time I saw her again!� I had become
addicted to that rush of adrenaline that I got each time she would walk out
from the back room and I�d see just how much she�d blown up her tits.� I needed to see those spectacular saline
filled tits bulging out of her top more than the last time, I needed to see her
tight, overstretched skin pulled even tighter and thinner than the last time I
saw her.
Finally her
tits passed the magic 2000cc barrier, 2125cc to be exact.� That night she whispered in my ear that she
was getting new implants next month.� �My
new implants will make
My mind
snapped and I realized that I could never return here again.� This woman already had complete and utter
control over me, with a new bigger set of implants she
would be completely unstoppable.
I somehow
stayed away for 6 months, I went through some bad withdrawal pains but I did
it.� Then one weak night I caved and went
back to see her again.� To my
disappointment and my relief she was nowhere to be found.� When I asked one of the waitresses if she
knew where Stevie had gone she simply said, �I think she got addicted to her
own tits� and chuckled as she walked away.�
I had no idea what she meant by that but my imagination filled in the
blanks.
My computer
beeped and my eyes opened to see a new message window on Yahoo Messenger.� �It�s Sasha!��
I sat up and pulled myself into my keyboard and began typing to
her.� Sasha was an online friend I met
about four months ago, she�s been a lot of fun to talk
to since she has her own obsession with huge fake tits.� We met on a breast related message board and
started chatting when she mentioned that she wanted to get implants. �I always loved talking with her since my own
wife had no interest in BE, BAs or big boobs in
general, despite having naturally large breasts herself.� I hadn�t seen her online in just over two
weeks so I was really excited to be able to talk to her, a conversation with
her was never boring.
Sasha: Your wife still talking about get
a breast reduction?
Adam: Ya :(� It�s all she�s been talking about
lately.� It pisses me off.
Sasha: So why don�t you leave her?
Adam: Leave her?� No way, I love her too much.� Don�t get me wrong, I support her if that�s
what she wants to do, after all, I�m not the one that has to live with those
big G cups.� I just wish she didn�t rub
it in my face how much she dislikes them, she knows I�m a boob man and yet she
seems to do everything in her power to turn me off when it comes to her own
boobs.� She practically forces me to live
on the internet looking at fake tits all day.
Sasha: Too bad you don�t want to leave
her � I�m finally getting my implants!�
My surgery is booked for tomorrow with Dr. Epic.
My cock
practically exploded when I read that.� Sasha
told me she was a natural DD cup and had always talked about wanting big implants
to make her tits rounder, fuller, perkier and generally �faker� looking.� She told me that if she was ever going to go
through the trouble of getting implants that she would go �as big as possible�, she would then remind me because she was so naturally
busty that her breasts would be able to handle larger than average implants
with just one operation.� She seemed to
genuinely love really large breasts, I got the impression that they really
turned her on as she often talked about how she loved the extreme proportions
of big implants on a woman, she talked about how she
loved to see the contrast between a tiny waist and big overfilled
clearly-to-big-for-their-body implants.
I then reread
what she typed and realized she mentioned that Dr. Epic was doing her surgery.� Dr. Epic was a �famous� Doctor in the BA
community, in the past couple of years he had quickly gained the reputation for
being one of the very few Doctors willing to give women whatever sized implants
they asked for, even if they were bigger than what most people would consider
�normal� or �decent.�� He had become the
authoritative expert on large implant surgery and was actually a regular
contributor on many BE and BA message boards. The ironic part what that his
practice was only about 10 miles from where I lived,
in fact I often went out of my way to drive by it sometimes in a desperate hope
to catch a glimpse of one of his bigger clients.
My heart
really began to race now as I realized that Sasha either lived close to me, or
at the very least was going to travel here and be within only a few miles of me
tomorrow.� I started to consider that I
just might be able to meet her, I knew it would be
wrong but I so desperately wanted to meet this woman who truly understood my
fetish in everyway.
Adam: How big are you going?� What size implants are you getting?
Sasha: LOL that�s what I love about you,
you�re so obsessed with size, just like a man.
Adam: What can I say? �so
how big??
Sasha: 3500cc to 4000cc
Dammit!� I knew she was lying, while I knew she was
naturally busty I also knew there was no way in hell that she�d be able to get
3500cc implants in one operation if she was only a DD cup, 1000cc to 1500cc
perhaps.� Maybe if she were a G or an H
cup, but even that might be a stretch.� As
I sat there and thought about what to say to her she suddenly logged off.
�She�s been
fucking with me!� She�s probably not even
real, she�s probably been lying to me this entire time just to get a rise out
of me and have some fun.�� I was pissed
and a little hurt.� I looked at the clock
and saw that it was 7am, I realized I had been up all
night jerking off and dreaming about tits, I�d had enough and I decided it was
time to go to bed.
With all
the talk my wife�s been giving me about a breast reduction, Sasha was the one
little ray of sunshine that I had in my life, to be able to talk to a woman who
really loves and appreciates big tits and wanted fake tits for herself.� Now I was pissed that that one little ray of
sunshine was gone too.
As I walked
out the door towards the kitchen the computer beeped again.� I turned back to see if it was Sasha logging
back on.� �You have 1 new email.�� I walked back over to the computer and to my
pleasant surprise the email was from my wife.�
I opened it and began to read it.
My dearest Adam, the last year has
been a struggle for both of us, ever since I found out about your obsession
with breasts last year I�ve been trying to figure out how to reconcile my
desire to have the small perky D cups that I had when I was 20 next to your
desire for me to keep my G cup sized breasts or even get them made bigger.
The last few months have been
especially tough since I�ve started talking more and more about getting a
breast reduction.� I see the look on your
face whenever I mention it, I know you hate the
idea.� I�ve noticed you spending more and
more time in your office by yourself, away from me physically and more distant
from me emotionally.
I have to now confess that I have
not been on a business trip these past 2 weeks.�
I took this time off to finally have my boobs done.� I knew you wouldn�t be able to handle being
around me immediately after the procedure which is why I�ve been staying at my
mother�s house while I recover.
I�ll be coming home this morning and
I hope you will great me at the door.
Love always
Lisa
Sent wirelessly from my BlackBerry
device on the AT&T network
I let out a
giant sigh.� I wasn�t sure what to do
with myself now.� I looked back at my
screens and saw the classic pictures of Ashley Bond.� I looked at the large needle as it was
inserted under her arm as she held her right breast to give the Doctor clear
access to the fill tube.� Looking at
these still images was the closest I was ever going to get to experiencing
implants and a real life BA.� Fuck it, I
decided to go for broke.
With my wife due home soon I pulled my pants down and began to stroke my
cock like it was the fucking Olympics.� I looked at Ashley�s
beautiful full breasts, so round and so firm and yet this girl wanted to make
them even BIGGER!� I closed my eyes and
imagined the saline rushing out of the needle and into her thirsty waiting implants,
expanding them with every drop, pushing them out little by little, stretching
her skin bit by bit.
�You know, I
think I�m bigger than her.�
What the
fuck was that, who said that?� I was
starting to hallucinate from the lack of blood in my brain, the constant stream
of hormones rushing through my body and the lack of sleep.� I shook it off and kept staring at the
screens.
�What do
you think Adam?�� Damn it, my sleep
deprived state was getting the better of me now, it actually felt like someone
was in the room with me.� My instinct
kicked in and my head whipped around to see who was talking to me.
As I turned
in my chair I started to see the dark outline of a person in the doorway.� My eyes slowly shifted focus and I saw what
looked like the naked figure of a dark woman standing before me.� My eyes were peering straight ahead at her small
and sexy waist where it met her hips, flaring out voluptuously to the classic ��24-36�
curve, but it only took a fraction of a second to realize that the first number
of her body�s equation was no where near �36�, her chest was so big and so full,
all I could see was a large mass in my peripheral vision.
�Maybe 44?� 48?�
50??�� I said out loud as I tried
to guess her bust measurement.
�Do they
look that small?�� The woman replied back.
My eyes
quickly shot up to her chest to get a better look and what I saw made me want
to weep.� Of all the breasts I had ever
seen in my life, of all the breasts I had ever imagined, of all the surgically
enhanced, digitally enhanced, morphed and manipulated breasts I had ever seen
in my life these were by far the most perfect, the most beautiful the most cock
hardening, make-you-want-to-spurt-the-instant-you-see-them, breasts!
I had never
seen these breasts before in my life, they�re the kind of breasts that burn a
permanent spot in one�s memory, yet somehow they were familiar.� �Why don�t you stroke that cock for these instead?�
Without
thinking twice I put my hand back on my cock and began to stroke it again,
moaning loudly with pleasure as I had never stroked it to a more perfect set of
tits in my life.� I stroked it long and
hard as I studied every millimeter of the work of art that stood before
me.� I studied the steep curve at the top
of her breasts where it met her chest, almost projecting out perpendicular to
her ribs, how the line of that perpendicular projection looked like it had been
inscribed on her with a compass.
I looked
back down to her waist and was shocked at the extreme contrast between her
narrow waist and her surprisingly wide bust, I retraced the outline from her
hips as her body became smaller and smaller in the middle, then as my eyes
crept up further it began to slowly flare back out at her ribcage until it
suddenly thrust out arrogantly 4 inches to either side, like a balloon being
blown up with a weak point in its shell, the pressure finding the point of
least resistance and making that area expand at 10 times the rate as the rest,
only these �points� of expansion were perfectly round and symmetrical.
This was
the best dream yet, I never wanted it to end.�
This was better than the dreams I had about Erin, the �stripper� dates I
used to have with Stevie, hell this was better than the BE dreams I have sometimes
where I can make a woman�s tits grow with just the sheer will of my mind, this
trumped them all.
Never had I
had a dream with so much detail, I ran my eyes over every square inch of her
tits, I was mesmerized by the dark African American skin tone as I studied
every pore, every bump, every vein visible through her thin dark skin � then
something caught my eye.� A tiny half
moon birthmark just below her left areola, I knew that birthmark!
My eyes
finally shot up to her face and I exclaimed in a loud exasperated tone �� �Lisa?!�� She smiled at me and her eyes narrowed, her
tongue protruded slightly from her mouth and ran across her lips.
�Yes it�s
me Adam.� What do you think of your wife
now?�
It was her!�
It was my wife, MY wife!� I opened my mouth to try and speak but
nothing came out.
�It�s okay Adam, you don�t have to say a word �. you
just have to look at me, look at my tits � my big HUGE round tits � and stroke
yourself!�� She lifted her hands and
placed them dead center over each one, her hands looked so
tiny as no less than a full inch of breast was still visible around the entire
perimeter of each hand.
�H�ho�how �
w�wh�why?�� My mouth was barely operating as my cock and
my visual cortex was consuming almost every ounce of blood in my body.� She knew what I was trying ask her, a knowing
grin came over her face.
�I know all
about you.�� She leaned closer to me and
lowered her voice, her tits not wobbling even slightly with the movement in her
body.� �I mean I really know all about you.��
She pressed her hands into her tits slowly making them bulge out, giving
the illusion that they were growing.�
�You told me you liked big boobs, which is so normal, lots of guys like
big boobs.� Trust me, I�ve dated tons of
guys who liked big boobs, when I was stripper guys would get dances from me
just because of my DD�s, �but not one of those
guys is like you, you�re not a �regular; boob man are you Adam?�
I shook my
head slowly.� Did she really know everything?
�You�re not
content with DD�s are you Adam?�� She
paused and I realized the question was not rhetorical so I shook my head.� �F cups?�
H cups?� What
about M or T cups?�� This time she
didn�t wait for my response.� �I know you
love big, gigantic, impossibly huge tits. Actually �love� is the wrong word �
you�re obsessed with them!� You�d give
anything to see them, anything to touch them, anything to be with a woman who
had breasts so impossibly large that she couldn�t even stand.�� She leaned even closer to me, her tits now
only a few inches from my chest.� I was
so entranced by her that I didn�t even realize that I�d stopped stroking my
cock.
�I didn�t
tell you to stop stroking it!�� She said
sternly.� I quickly began to run my hand
up and down it again, feeling a stirring deep inside my loins. �I found you�re
stash of big tits pictures on the computer �who is it that you like to look at
the most?� Danielle
Derek, perhaps that French girl Vanessa Montange, or
that English girl Kelly Bell?� Oh
maybe it�s the German girl Penelope, you know the one I mean, the one who has
tits THAT ARE SMALLER THAN MINE!!�
My eyes
shot wide open is disbelief, looking at her tits I knew she was telling the
truth but my mind was having a hard time accepting that truth.� Bigger?� How could her tits be bigger than Penelope
Black Diamond?
�That�s
right my tits are bigger than hers � you�re shocked I can tell � you�re not
just shocked that my tits are bigger � you�re shocked that I even know how big
her tits are aren�t you?� You�re trying to figure out how I know how
much saline Penelope has in her implants and you�re trying to wrap your head
around the fact that I walked into a Plastic Surgeon�s office two weeks ago and
slapped down a picture of Penelope on the Doctor�s desk and asked him to make
my tits BIGGER THAN HERS!�
Suddenly an
involuntary stream up cum shot straight up out of my cock like a fountain,� I gushed and gushed over and over again as
she watched me with a satisfied smile on her face.� �Yes that�s it milk it dry for me, milk it
dry for THESE tits!�
After what
seemed like forever I finally stopped.�
She leaned in closer again until her breasts finally hit my chest, her
face was still 6 inches away from mine so she pressed her bloated chest harder
into mine, I felt like my ribs were being crushed
under the weight of all that saline.� She
put her mouth next to my ear and whispered.�
�I knew you�d blow a load as soon I told you that my tits are bigger
then Penelope Black Diamond�s.� That�s
what I love about you, you�re so obsessed with size,
just like a man.�
�Huh?�� I asked confused as my mind traced back to my
Yahoo conversation that I had only a few minutes before.� �What did you just say?�� I asked her.
�That�s
what I love about you, you�re so obsessed with size,
just like a man.�� Her smile widened as
she waited for me to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
�You�re � Sasha?�� I asked nervously.
Lisa simply
nodded.� My heart almost stopped as a
fresh surge of adrenaline rushed through my body.� I was excited and scared shitless at the same
time.� I had told �Sasha� a lot of very
personal stuff about my life and more importantly I had told her things about myself
and my breast fetish, stuff that I had never told my wife.� I was scared that she may have felt betrayed, that I would tell a complete stranger things about
me that I couldn�t tell her.
Then I
thought about how this was the woman
I had been chatting with for the last few months, how this was the woman who
had fed and nurtured my sickening addiction to gigantic fake tits, how this was the woman who had made me
spontaneously cum in my pants more than once as she described for me her desire
to have the �roundest fakest looking saline filled tits ever�, as I thought
about all of that my cock sprang back to life just a few short seconds after
blowing the biggest load of my life.
�That�s
what I want see � look how hard you cock is getting for my tits � my big fat
round pumped up jumbo sized tits!�� She
dug her fingers into her bloated bags of saline and began to massage them.� �Now prove to me just how obsessed you really
are with tits!�� I looked at her a little
confused, not knowing what she wanted me to do to �prove� myself.
�Tell me everything � I mean tell me everything about your
obsession�everything that drives you fucking mental about tits � everything you
do to see them, to touch them, what you fantasize about � EVERYTHING, I want to
know!�
�Well I got
a bunch of pictures ��
�Pictures?�� She cut me off.� �Come on Adam, everyone has pictures, that�s
boring�tell me something that no body else knows about you � tell me about your
TIT fetish.�
I was still
nervous about being completely open about my fetish and I didn�t know why.� I mean here she was standing before me having
just had surgery to enlarge her tits with saline implants that looked like they
had been manufactured by
�I can�t
stop thinking about them��
�What?� Can�t stop thinking about what?�� She cut me off again and smiled.� �Don�t censor yourself � say what you really
want to say.�
I took a
deep breath.� �I can�t stop thinking
about tits, huge gigantic tits!� I
especially love fake tits!�� I stared straight at her massively overfilled
jugs and felt my cock twitch.� �I mean I
really can�t stop thinking about them, I think about them 99% of the time, if
not more.� Whenever I see a woman the
first thing I look at is her tits and if her back is
to me then I wait patiently for her to turn around so I can see her rack.�
She gave me
a knowing smirk. �What else?�
�Every free
second I get online I�m looking at tits, trying to find a new model with
implants, trying to find a new girl with even bigger tits.� Even when I�m supposed to be working I�m
constantly surfing for big titted porn, I can�t
stop.�� I took a breath.� �I�ve blown thousands of dollars on big titted strippers, I missed a final college exam to see
Tiffany Towers perform, I�ve blown tons of money on websites that promote big
implanted models, I�ve even sponsored a few models who were flat chested and wanted to get implants, just for the RUSH of
knowing that I helped make a woman�s tits bigger!�
�So you
really like implants don�t you Adam?� You
REALLY love watching tits get bigger isn�t that right?�� She closed her eyes as her voice lowered to
whisper.� �It�s what drives you isn�t it,
it�s what excites you, it�s what made you blow your
load just a few seconds ago.� But I know
that�s not all�
I took a
deep breath again.� �I also write big tit
stories.�
�You mean
you right stories where women get insanely huge implants!�� She corrected me.
�Uhh�ya.��
I never told �Sasha� that I was a BA author, so how did Lisa know about
this?
�I found
everything Adam.�� She said as she licked
her lips.� �I found your big titted porn, your models who are
all filed and sorted by the size of their implants, I even installed a
monitoring program on the computer to see which pictures you look at the most.�� Then she simply mouthed the letters P-B-D.
�Then I
found your chat logs on Yahoo and then I found your stories, your BA stories
about implants.� I never ever imagined
that anyone loved tits and implants
they way you do Adam, you told me you loved big tits but you�ve taken that to a
level I never knew existed�until now.��
She looked down at her chest and smiled up at me.
�This is
what you wanted isn�t it?� Me with these
fucking gigantic implants � implants so big I can�t see my feet anymore � implants
so big that I nearly fell over the first time I tried to walk after my surgery
� implants so big not one of my shirts fits me now � implants so big that I can
still feel my skin stretching from the intense pressure inside.�� She arched her back and I heard a very faint
sound that I can only describe as a creak.�
�Ya just like that, I felt a little pop from
my skin moving.�
�That was
you�re skin? �Holy fuck I heard
that!�� I exclaimed.
�Oh �yes baby I want to see that excitement � get
excited for these monster sized implants that I got for you � I �m going to be
your ultimate fantasy, not these other flat girls, me!�� She shook her head slightly.� �They�re so small anyways,
you won�t have any need for them now.� By
the time I�m done making my tits bigger your cock won�t even twitch for tits
smaller than 3000cc.�
�You�re
going to make them BIGGER?�� I yelled out
unable to keep control of myself.
She shook
her head again.� �We�ll get to that in a
minute.�� She then raised her right hand
and I noticed a shiny DVD gripped between her fingers. �First, I�ve got the
ultimate porn for you � this is porn for a true TIT lover like you.�
My heart
almost burst out of my chest when I realized what it might be.� �Is it��
�My Doctor
recorded my implants being filled right after my operation � it�s the most authentic
Breast Expansion ever and I guarantee you�ve never seen tits grow like mine
grew that day.�� She closed her eyes and
let out a soft moan.� �Ohhhh I can almost feel them growing again, my skin
stretching, the pressure building inside them as the saline is forced in drop
by delicious drop.� I still can�t believe
he was able to push so much inside them.�
She walked
to the Family Room and turned the TV on and put the DVD in the player.� I continued to sit in my chair in front of my
computer, I was afraid to move.� Is this
another dream or is this real?� If it is
a dream I don�t want it to end or at the very least I don�t want to do anything
to change or ruin it.� But if it�s real I
now have to opportunity to watch and experience something that I have only
every fantasized about, 30 years of dreams and fantasies may finally be coming
true for me and I almost feel like I�m in a state of panic, so overwhelmed with
excitement and emotion that I�m almost paralyzed.
�Honeeeeey � are you coming to watch?� The Doctor is inserting the fill tubes
now!�� I could actually hear excitement
in Lisa�s voice as she called to me from the other room, she didn�t just get
these implants for me, she actually seemed to be
enjoying them herself.� I sat and
listened and I could hear the Doctor on the video giving some simple
instructions to his nurse and then to Lisa.�
Then I heard a noise that I was not prepared for � moaning.� It started quietly and then built up a little
louder and louder, after about 30 seconds I recognized that it was Lisa, she
was moaning with her �sex� moan.
I tried to
get up but I was still paralyzed, it was like my arms and legs were no longer
connected to my brain.� Then the moaning from
the other room almost doubled in volume, it actually sounded like someone else
was in the room with her.� I couldn�t
take it anymore, I couldn�t stay away, I closed my eyes and concentrated and
when I opened them again I was standing on my feet.� I took a deep breath and raced into the
Family Room.
Lisa was on
the couch on the right side of the room, staring intently at the TV which was
to my left.� I looked at Lisa as she was
leaned back on the couch, still naked, her breasts projected up off her chest
like giant oversized light bulbs.� They
looked the same as when she had been standing, the change in her position and
gravity had no effect on their shape.�
She had her right hand on her right breast, rubbing it and caressing it,
her left hand was down at her pussy with her fingers working feverishly on her
clit.� She was moaning softly as her eyes
were fixed on the 60� TV screen.
�Ohhhhhhh!��
I heard a loud moan and realized it didn�t come
Lisa, it came from the TV. �I turned and
looked at the screen and saw a mirror image of Lisa on the couch the only
difference was her breasts were smaller, much smaller.� On the screen Lisa was sitting mostly
reclined on a surgical table, her eyes were closed and her right hand on her
right breast, rubbing it and caressing it, her left hand was down at her pussy
with her fingers working feverishly on her clit.� I looked at her breasts, which in a different
context would have been fucking impressive.�
If I had come across a picture of a model with breasts as big as what
Lisa had on the TV screen at this instant I would have spent weeks jerking off
to her, but of course it only took me a fraction of a second to realize that
they were not even one quarter of their current size yet.� I then notched 2 small clear tubes rubbing down
from under her arms, one tube was held by the nurse, the other by the doctor
and each of one of them was pushing down on a plunger attached to the ends.
�Oh yes!�
The TV Lisa screamed out when she opened her eyes and saw her breasts.� �God they�ve gotten so big.� Adam�s going to love these!�� The Doctor leaned into her and whispered
something in her ear, she then pried her right hand
off her swelling breasts and picked up a piece of paper beside her.� She held the paper just below the bottom of
her breasts and squared it up so the camera could see it.� There were 6 big block numbers and letters
placed in the middle of the page �
1000cc
She smiled
as she darted her eyes down to her tits and then looked back up into the
camera, as she looked back up at ME.
�Why don�t
you come sit down and show me how much you�re really
enjoying this.�� The real Lisa said from
the couch.� I turned to look at her and
was blown away by how much more massive her tits looked compared to the �tiny�
1000cc filled tits on the TV.� I
swallowed hard and moved over to the couch.�
I stared at them intently and all I could think about now was touching
them, feeling them, rubbing them, squeezing them and exploring them.
Just as I
sat down next to her and was about to reach over and place my hands on them for
the very first time she quickly stood up and walked over to the TV and stood
beside it.� The image of her on the
screen was now a perfect match to her standing there in real life, she had
placed the camera perfectly so that when displayed on our 60� TV the image of
her having her tits filled was perfectly life sized, the only difference was
the size of her tits, which were getting closer and closer to her current size
with each passing second.
�Look at me
Adam, look at me on that table having my tits pumped
up for you!� Every second you look at
them they grow just a little bigger, they swell up just a little more.�� She then began to shimmy sideways until she
was about 6 feet away from the TV and I could no longer see her and the TV at
the same time.� My eyes began to dart
back and forth between the awe inspiring, massively overfilled breasts that
were standing only a few feet away from me and the intoxicating life long
fantasy that was taking place on the TV.�
When she noticed my dilemma an evil grin appeared as her eyes narrowed,
I feared what was to come now.
�Now TIT
man � show me � show what you love more, HUGE tits, or GROWING tits!� You have to look at me or the TV, but not
both!�� She placed both hands on the
bottom of her tits and began rubbing them, she literally had to lift and pivot
her arms for her hands to be able to run up all the way to top of her enormous
spheres.
My eyes
continued to go back and forth between her and TV.� �You have to pick one��� She said as her smile widened.� ��or you�ll never get to touch these!�
Perhaps if
my fetish was merely big tits it would have been an easier choice but my fetish
is more than that, it�s about tits getting bigger, growing and expanding.� It�s about a woman�s love for her own breasts
to the point where she will do anything to make them bigger, so big in fact
that they surpass people�s standard definition of �normal�. To have to choose
between the absolute epitome of my two fetishes at
this instant was a torture that I didn�t think could handle � until something
caught my eye on the screen.� My eyes
shifted back to the screen to see that she had just held up another piece of
paper.
2000cc
I made my
choice!� For as badly as I wanted to
stare her now fully inflated tits, I wanted � no � I NEEDED to watch them grow,
expand and stretch, I needed to watch her progress to where she is now, I
needed to savor every nuance of her growth.�
I wanted to see the look on her face as she watched her own tits
ballooning up in front of her eyes, watching as they inflated past �big�, past
�huge�, past �OMG�, watching as they continued to grow up and out all the while
knowing that they weren�t even half as big as they were going to get by the
time she was finished.
�I knew
you�d pick that.� I couldn�t see the expression on her face as my gaze stayed
locked on the TV but I could hear the understanding tone of her voice.� �I�ve read all of your stories Adam, I knew
you wouldn�t be able to resist watching them grow and having me tell you how
many cc�s are being pumped in with each passing moment.� You�re watching this like I�m a character in
one of your stories aren�t you?� Which
one?� Caramel from Gold
Digger?� Ebony
from StackeDD?�
No, of course it can�t be Ebony, Ebony had Poly String implants so she
couldn�t fill them like this could she?�
Perhaps you�re thinking about Vanilla or Titania?�
Damn she
did know everything.� She knew the characters from my stories, she even knew what types of implants they had.� I wondered now just how long she had known
about this, how long had she kept this a secret from me?
�You�re
sitting there watching as the doctor forces the saline into my implants.� You�re relishing every second that ticks by
as the Doctor continues to push and push and push.�� Now she was narrating this, just when I
thought this couldn�t get any better she just stepped it up a notch.� �Even though it�s going so slow that you
can�t actually notice them growing, you know they are and that is enough to
keep you raging hard.� We�re at the 15
minute mark now and you see the real evidence of just how big they are getting,
that�s when you first notice the ridge appear at my side��� Her hand came into my field of vision and she
extended her finger and traced an outline on the screen.� ��that gorgeous ridge where the implant projects
off the side of my ribcage because it simply doesn�t have the room to grow
anywhere else.�
My God she
knew exactly what to say, like she rehearsed it.� Then it hit me, what she just said was almost
word for word from one of my stories � she had rehearsed this.
�Yes Adam I
did rehearse this, I�ve been planning this for months, I wanted it to be just
perfect for you.� I don�t want you to
hide you�re obsession anymore, I want your obsession to grow along with my
tits, I want to share it with you, I want to
experience it with you in every way.�
Just then a
new piece of paper appeared on the screen.
3000cc
She must
have noticed the change in my expression as I damn near let my load go in my
pants.� �You�re dying to know what the
final number is aren�t you?� You�re about to explode in anticipation of
knowing just how much saline is in my tits.��
She chuckled again.� �Just like an
engineer, you know they�re huge, you know that they are the biggest tits you
will ever get your hands on, you know without a doubt that they are within the
top 10 biggest implants in the world!�
But knowing all that is not good enough for you is it?� You need that number to complete your fantasy.�
I simply
nodded as she continued.� �Well �numbers
man,� know this, I already had natural G cup tits, with so much natural tissue
there was plenty of room to stuff
huge implants into my tits.� I�m not like
those poor flat girls who have to have 4 or 5 boob jobs just to get up to
1500cc, my tits could handle 3000cc with no effort at all � and let me tell you
that by the time the doctor was done he struggled
to get all this saline into them.�
Her hand
moved to the screen again to point at the Doctor.� �Look at the how the Doctor is pushing down
on the syringe, look at the strain on his face as he�s struggling to force that
saline into my new implants, forcing my skin to stretch out, stretching it beyond
it�s natural capacity, stretching it to a point that makes it look man made and
bursting every capillary along the way.�
I continued
to watch the video as the saline was slowly being pumped into her waiting
implants, watching as they continued to swell up and out off her chest.� �So tell me Adam, which of your characters do
I remind you of?� What big boobed girl from your stories am I
most like?�
Just then
she began to moan and scream out on the screen.�
�Oh yes!�� She yelled looking
squarely at the camera, looking at me.�
�My implants are finally bigger than Caramel�s!�
Then the
�live� Lisa took over the commentary again.�
�Yes I know you based Caramel on me, come on Adam, you didn�t even try
to hide it.� The narcissistic girl who
paid for Collage by stripping, a girl who was so into her looks she had posters
of herself plastered all over her room, a girl so into her sexuality and
obsessed with her own sense of power that she genuinely LOVED to strip and
drive men crazy.� The only thing you
added to her character what that she was boob obsessed � little did you know
you were actually right.�
�Yes, now �
I know � you truly �are boob � obsessed.��
I said while panting uncontrollably.
�No Adam,
you have no idea just how boob obsessed I�ve become.�� Her tone was sterner now, she sounded like a
villain about to tell the hero her evil plan.�
�What you see before now is the just the tip of the iceberg, like I said
Adam, I�ve read your stories, I know I�m not even close to big enough to
satisfy you, I know that no matter how big I get you�ll always want my tits to
be bigger, you�ll always want to see them grow just a little more.�
On screen
she was moaning loudly now as both hands we on her tits rubbing and caressing
them, no longer could she simply pivot her hands to feel them, now her elbows
and shoulders had to pivot as well to be able to cover the entire expanse of
her monumental chest.� She began
screaming out.� �More,
MORE!�
Lisa began
to talk over her TV self now.� �Yes Adam
that�s right, more!� More saline, more
tits, more growing � you�re balls are going to ache every second of everyday
from now on knowing that I�m going to get bigger � and bigger!�
On the TV
she let out a loud scream that was an unmistakable orgasm, her body bucked and
bent so violently with ecstasy that the Doctor and nurse had to let go of the
syringes until she settled.� After about
a minute she finally laid flat on her back again, her tits sitting high and
proud on her chest like two gravity defying oversized medicine balls.
She reached
to her side and picked up the last piece of paper, then
the image on the screen froze.� �Look at
it Adam � look at it!��
Lisa said in a demanding tone.�
�Look at that fucking number!�� As
I stared at the screen and processed that number I could feel my orgasm
building to a point where God himself couldn�t stop it.
�What are
you thinking about now Adam?� No wait � I
know, you�re comparing my tits to all the other sets of tits you�ve ever seen
or dreamed of aren�t you?� Yes I know you
are, you�re looking at that number and you�re thinking that I�m bigger than your
little fantasy girl Erin, I�m bigger than that porn star Tiffany Towers, I�m
way bigger than that stripper you were practically dating, I�m bigger than
almost all those porn stars you stare at night after night on your
computer.� I�m bigger than Vixen, I�m
bigger Penelope and now you know that with 4500cc in my
implants I now have the biggest implants of any black girl on earth!
�But I�m
not stopping here Adam, I�m going to get them pumped bigger and bigger, until
one day these implants will be so impossibly full of saline they can�t possibly
handle another drop without exploding � it may take months, it may take years
but I guarantee the day will come when these implants are so fucking full of
saline that I will have no choice but to take them out � and get bigger ones!�
My climax
finally erupted with a fury never before seen, I let
out an involuntary scream as I was so totally and completely overcome with
pleasure.� Then the room went black�
I tried to
open my eyes but the sun shinning through the windows made it difficult.� It was late morning and I found myself passed
out on the couch, I slowly looked around and saw no sign of my wife
anywhere.� After 5 seconds I remembered
the events of the night before and I felt my cock instantly stiffen.� I then noticed that my pants where down
around my ankles and I was covered in dried up cum.
�Was that a
dream?� It couldn�t have been, it was real!�� I
said out loud as I tried to piece together what had happened over the last 12
hours of my life.� I looked at the TV and
saw the still image of Ashley Bond getting her implants filled again, apparently I fell asleep with it still on.� �Hmm, that would explain my memory of
watching the video last night of Lisa getting her implants filled.� Damn it was a dream!�
I sighed as
the reality set in, that last night, while a phenomenal night in the history of
my BA fetish, didn�t actually happen.� I tried to separate reality from my dreams,
trying to figure what really did happen and what was simply my fantasy.� Not expecting my wife home for another day
still, I decided that I should make the most of my time and start the day off
with yet another big tit jerk off.
CLANG!� I head something fall
in the kitchen.� I ran to the closet,
found my golf club that I kept there for just such emergencies and walked back
to the kitchen to confront whoever it was who was in my house.
As I peered my head around the corner I saw the fridge door open
and a person bent over and rummaging inside.�
I walked a little closer and I slowly got a better view of the person�s
back, then I saw the long black braided hair of my wife.
�Lisa?�� I asked still unsure if it was actually
her.� She wasn�t due back for another
day, why was she here?� Then it hit me,
maybe that dream was real, maybe I just didn�t remember everything that
happened.� My heart began to pound at the
realization that perhaps she really did get those colossal implants that I so
desired.� I tried to see her chest but it
was blocked by the fridge door, my legs began to tremble as I stood and waited
for her to back up so I could get a clear look at her and her tits.
�Hi
Honey!�� She said with her head still
buried in the fridge.� �Sorry I woke you,
I just dropped a jar in here.�
�Ummm��� My mouth had
dried out and I could barely speak.� � �
Why are you here?�
She
continued her cleanup inside the fridge.�
�I came home early this morning silly, don�t you remember?�
�Ahhh � to be honest it�s a little hazy.� What exactly happened?�
�God you
really were out of it.� You were so tired
you could barely keep your eyes open as I was talking to you.�� She chuckled as she leaned up and backed away
from the fridge.� My heart literally
skipped a beat in anticipation of what I was about to see.� She was wearing one of her classic �funny�
t-shirts that said �What color are my eyes?��
I looked at the letters and noticed how they were stretched and
distorted by her natural G cup chest.
�They�re
the same.�� I said to myself.� As it turned out I had dreamt about
everything that happened with her.� I
dreamed about her email to me telling me she�d had a breast reduction but I had
also dreamed about her getting the implants of my dreams and finally embracing
this fetish of mine.� I wasn�t sure quite
how to act, should I be happy she still had the natural G cup tits that I still
found sexy as hell, or should I be disappointed that she didn�t really have
implants and disappointed knowing that someday, probably soon, she would end up
getting that damned breast reduction anyways.�
I decided to try and collect my thought and wake myself up.
�I�m going
to go shower.�� I said dryly as I turned
to leave and go upstairs.
�Okay but
don�t be too long.� We have to leave
soon.�� She said as she stuck her head
back in the fridge.
�Leave?� Where are we going Lisa?�� I was now slightly annoyed, between my
exhaustion and dealing with the recent let down that everything last night
really was a dream the last thing I wanted to do was go anywhere.
She
chuckled again.� �To go see Dr. Epic, I
told you this morning before you fell asleep I had an appointment.�
I stopped
dead in my tracks and turned back to look at her just as she closed the door to
the fridge and turned to face me.� She
was holding two huge watermelons in front of her chest and smiling.
�Sasha�s
getting her implants today!�