Tony's New Toy
TURINTHESLAYER
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A bouncer with arms the size of her head leads her to the room.  She has heard rumors of this place before, but never been.  It was generally accepted by the girls working at "The Strip" that it was a front for Tony's drug trafficking to wealthy clients and that he had to have a lair somewhere nearby.  There were also a couple rooms that were off-limits to everyone who worked at the club except a few of Tony's henchmen.  Any girls who were even thought to be trying to get in were immediately fired.

That’s why she is here now.  She had snuck into the club one afternoon and broken into the room.  It had money.  More money than she could dream of having.  She had tried to steal as much as she could and run off.  She was only stripping there to make some quick money to pay off her student loans before moving to wherever anyone would hire her to start a more respectable career.  She had no ties to the town so when she saw her chance to steal more than she would make in a year here she took it.  Unfortunately she didn't make it very far.

The man walking next to her had knocked on the door to her apartment and told her she had half an hour to settle her affairs before going to see Tony.  She had known she was in trouble and couldn't escape, so she did the only thing she could do to prepare to try and talk her way out of the mess.  

He opens the door into a dimly lit chamber and gestures her inside.  Red light from recessed sconces plays off of the erotic art hanging on the walls.  To be expected, she thinks while stepping forward, what else would an adult entertainment tycoon decorate his lair with?  I will make it out of here, she tells herself.

There is a pole at the center of the room on a raised stage with a large comfortable sectional couch circling it.  The well-dressed man sitting there can only be Tony.  Soft sensual music in the background.  This doesn't seem like the place for an execution... maybe she can take advantage of the situation.  I guess luck owed me one.  Time to toss the dice.

Stacie struts seductively up to the center of the platform.  "How may I please you, master?"
A throaty laugh comes from the smiling man lounging in front of the stage.
"Most try begging when they come here... this is new.  I assume you know who I am."
"Of course.  I know I've been a bad girl.  I'm here to be punished.  I was just hoping I could please you too.  That's what a good slave should do isn't it?"
"Slave eh?  Mine to do with as I please?"
She unbuttons the top two buttons on her blouse, showing the black lace choker around her neck.  "Of course, master."
"This might be even more fun than I thought."

She starts slowly taking off her clothes, strutting around the pole, swaying with the the music.  She moves sinuously, seductively.  Her long skirt comes off revealing her long black patterned stockings and garter belt to go with her six inch black stiletto heels.  She teases him, her back to the pole as she slides low, before slowly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her small breasts, covered only by tiny black X-shaped pasties.  They're barely enough to cover her areola.  She tosses the shirt away, showing the long black patterned sleeves with fingerholes to match her stockings.  She move towards him on hands and knees, never breaking eye contact.
"Maybe I've misjudged you.  I know its bad to mix business and pleasure, but I have something that will make this more enjoyable for both of us.  Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be here."
A chill runs up her spine.  She knows he could.  He holds out his open palm.  She takes the small pill from his hand.
"I look forward to the surprise" she says with a beaming smile and pops the pill in her mouth.  She swallows.
"Me too."

She spreads her legs and turns her back before sitting in his lap.  Her perky B-cup breasts jut forward as she grinds on the man sitting behind her.  He has the power to forgive her... or make her disappear.  She can feel the drug beginning to take effect.  It acts fast, each heartbeat pumping blood to her skin, making her feel alive.  Every touch she feels is electric.  Her skin is heating up, her pussy moistening as she grinds on her new master.  She wants his cock.  The heat builds, her nethers are smoldering... just like her tits.  She feels like every pulse pumps more blood to them.
Have they always bounced this much?
Her master reaches around to cup their bare flesh, squeezing them gently.  From this angle they look to be at about a cup size bigger.
What was in that pill?  Why does it feel so good to have him touch me?  I should be worried but all I can think about is getting his dick inside me.
She has to focus, she has to remain in character.
"Do like them master?"
She looks down at the large hands squeezing her swollen chest.  The blood pumping sensation is getting stronger the more he fondles them.
"More every minute."
She arches her neck putting his mouth at her throat and her mouth at his ear.  "Do you like knowing they're yours?" She whispers in his ear.
"Yes I do.  Since you're being a good little slave, I have a present for you."  He reaches behind the couch.  "It should be just your size."
Her eyes take in the glass anal plug, all six inches long and two inches wide at the thickest point.  The rational part of her is concerned.  
Can I even take something that wide?  
The other half though... the need to have something inside her is growing.  The horny side wants something, anything, to fill her.  Either way she can't stop now.
"Oh, thank you!  Can I try it, master?"
"Go ahead," he says, leaning back.  "See if it fits.  I know you want to."

The rational side of her seems to watch as the sex-craved nympho taking over moves her body back to the stage.  Despite everything she finds herself excited.  Her dripping juices are already running down her legs and covering delicate parts.  She leans forward, her face and pulsing breasts pressing against the platform.  Strange... she can't ever remember her boobs touching in this position before.

She spreads her legs to give a perfect view to her master.  I hope he likes it...  One hand moves the toy to her ass, the other to her clit.  The logical part of her knows he wants her to do this to humiliate herself.  Somehow the drug makes her want to please him.  He is showing her just how in control he is.  

She moves the plug to her ass.  It goes in, just a little, stretching her, then back out slowly.  She knows she has to take it slow if she wants to get this thing in, and she doesn't have much of a choice.  Pushing her hole open, then pulling back.  She starts to rub her clit, hoping to make it easier.  Her senses explode as soon as her fingers touch it.
It feels so good!
Her fingers move quickly on her button.   She loses what little control she had left as she orgasms, pushing the plug deeper.  Her ass is spread wide, completely exposed.  
"YES!  Why does it feel so good!?"
Her ass is high in the air as she plunges it in deeper.  She's never gotten off on feeling her asshole plugged like this before but the drugs have completely co-opted her pleasure sensors.  She feels it slide all the way in.  Its not enough.  She pulls halfway back before sliding it back.  She starts doing over.  Pounding herself faster.  She moans and cums again, loudly.  The rational side of her is shocked.  Shes never actually cum before giving someone a private show either, she has always faked it.  But this one... the one she should be more concerned about than any other she couldn’t even help herself!

"I see you like it, pet."
She stops, something snapping her logical half back to the driver's seat.  It feels like the drug is winding down, giving her back some of her mind.  She takes a half-second to compose herself.
"Mmm... yes master.  Thank you so much." She says, her ass still in the air.  Both hands rub her drenched pussy as the glass plug gives a perfect humiliating view inside her.
"Do you like my other present?"
She pauses, confusion showing on her face.  What is he talking about?
"Sit up and see."
She sits up and feels new weight hanging from her chest.  Her now DD cup breasts hang from her frame, their nipples pressing vigorously against the pasties, areola not nearly covered.  Each nipple is nearly half an inch long jutting straight forward.
"What... how?!"
"A nice side effect of the pill you took.  Along with the sensitivity increase."
She touches her new pornstar tits not believing her eyes.  A light caress rewards her with even more wetness coming from her crotch.  She moans in pleasure.
"I see you like that too."
"Yes master."  She lies.  With tits like these she would get the same looks from the club out on the street.  She didn't ever want to be one of the other girls with the huge fake racks to draw attention.  What the hell am I going to do with these?!
The man holds out his hand, palm up.
"Have another."

She freezes.  
"Are you... are you sure...they're really heavy."  His gaze is suddenly tangible, a force bearing down on her.  She knows she can't say no.  She has to stay in character.  She has to please him... or else.
"A little more couldn't hurt.  I've always wanted big titties."  She giggles and jiggles vapidly.  A tiny tremor of pleasure goes over her skin at the movement.  Sweat forms at her brow as she takes the second pill and swallows it dry.  The second pill kicks in nearly as soon as it goes down.  The pulsing she had felt subsiding begins to get stronger again.  Just like her need to fuck.
"How can I repay you?"  The lusty look returning to her eyes.
"I've heard you don't have a gag reflex.  I was wondering if you could show me."

She slides down his legs, going to her hands and knees in front of him.  She is part relieved and part worried.  Relieved because this is something she knows how to do well.  Worried because she wants to do it.  She feels her tits hang heavily from her chest.  How heavy will they be when I get out of here?  She can already feel them touch the insides of her arms.  She unzips his zipper with her teeth, slowly.

She has to fight the need to jump on this cock and fill herself.  She can't, not yet.  Why am I thinking like this?!  Her job is not to fuck him.  She has to give this man what he wants.  He doesn't want a quick fuck, he wants to make her desperate, to tease her, to make her beg for it.  That has to be why he gave her the drug.  I won't give him what he wants that easily.  At least I can hold back that.

Her forearms rest on his thighs as her tits hang between his legs.  The man reaches between her arms and head to feel the soft titflesh hanging down.  He rubs them, squeezes them.  With one in each hand he mashes them together.  She moans around his cock despite herself.  She nearly cums when she feels the pasties being pulled off.  She can feel her tits burning up, yet she loves having them groped.  Every touch makes her wetter.  Each second it feels like his hands touch less of her breasts.  She gets even more worried when he starts playing with one breast at a time with the other hanging down.
Oh god... his hands aren't even touching.  He's squeezing my left tit with both hands and they aren't even touching!
Suddenly, he pulls each nipple down, forcing her mouth further onto his cock.  The cock is deep in her throat when one hand leaves her tits to rest on the back of her head.
"Wait a moment."

She waits patiently as part of her trying to figure out how to escape his wrath argues with the part trying to get laid.  The first decides its best to do as he asks while the second decides swallow around his long member to prove the lack of gag reflex. She lustily stares him dead in the eye, massaging his dick with her throat.  He puts the blindfold on her. 

"I've been looking for a girl eager to try out my new toy.  You seem like a good choice."
She pulls back slowly, pressing his dick with her tongue on the way out.
"Sounds fun."  She says.  With the drug pumping through her veins she more that half means it.
His hand guides her to her feet.  She's lead to another room.  Each pace her new breasts jiggle, something she is completely unaccustomed to.  Each step feels like there are two huge bowls of jello attached to her chest.  She starts to reach up to feel how large they are when her master catches her hand.
"Uh, uh, uh, no touching.  You'll spoil the surprise."
Her hands drop to her sides.  She can feel her tits touching each other even without a bra, brushing again each other with each step.  The weight of the new jugs makes them fold over, causing her upper abdomen to sweat from the contact.  She can only guess how large they are.  She can feel her lower back straining to deal with the pull.
He stops her and guides her legs apart.  Finally... I hope he'll fuck me soon... and let me go...  A half-thought about her priorities crosses her mind.  She can feel her ankles and knees strapped to some sort of A-shapped frame.  Locked in she can't close her legs, even if she wanted to.
Mmm... kinky isn't he.
She can feel herself getting wetter.  Her hands are cuffed behind her back as well.  Her pussy drips down her legs, anticipating the cock she desperately needs.
"Take a look."

He removes the blindfold.  She's standing in a room with mirrors on all sides.  All she can notice is her boobs.  They hang down her chest, their bottoms resting only a few inches above her navel.  Her tits are so wide that if she could raise her arms, they would be clearly visible from behind.  Looking at the mirror on her right, she can see they jut forward nearly six inches at the nipple, with each nipple an inch long on top of that.
"Oh god..."

He presses his chest against her back, one hand reaching down to rub her pussy, the other fondling one of her impossible breasts.  Her legs quiver, her horror mixed with lust as her juices pour even more strongly from her pussy.  She instinctively tries to cover her giant tits with her hands, trying to hide her shame, as if that would make them go away, as if it's only a bad dream.  The cuffs stop her short.  Her hands settle for rubbing the crotch of the man who did this to her.  She can only stare in shock.   

"Bend over slave."
He steps back, then easily pulls her arms by the cuffs, forcing her torso forward.  Where the two bars holding her legs apart meet there is a curved pad.  The support at her lower abdomen catches her and the straps around her ankles keep her from toppling over.  From this angle her tits looks even more ridiculous, stretching toward the ground.  She notices even the floors are mirrored!  Her massive tits hang around her chin as she looks at her dripping pussy between the bars.
Her captor walks around her to stand in front of her back, out of view.  He reaches under her to rub clit as his second hand takes hold of the buttplug.  

"I think its time for the next trial of our drug."
“Wait, what?!”
She panics.  She flails but only manages to shake her breasts, making her hornier.
"Oh god, no... no please,  my tits are already so bbbiiiigggg!" She screams and cums as the plug is pulled free.  A shiver runs through her as she drips onto the floor below.
"Maybe you should have thought about that before stealing from me.  Now you're mine."  He bends forward to whisper in her ear.  "...slave..."
He straightens, then walks around her slowly.  She tries to pull herself up, but the new weight on her chest combined with the multiple orgasms is just too much.  He traces a finger along her spine as he whistles and picks up something from a small table in the corner.  She watches with the mirror between her legs as he puts a funnel tip up to her pussy.  Twisting it around it is quickly covered in her juices.
 "And I feel like having some fun."

He unceremoniously slides the funnel into her ass.  It goes in easily after having held something so wide for so long.
She watches her captor retrieve a pill bottle.  He shakes it, taunting her.  From the sound it is nearly full.  He pops off the top and begins to pour.  She can hear and feel the pills tumble deep inside her.  He puts the empty pill bottle to the side and takes up the glass plug again.  She moans as he puts it up to her hole and twists it into her.  It has much less lubrication this time than last.  It stretches her wide, her hole tired from being filled so long and given relief, only to be stuffed again.  The only relief she feels now is the widest part of the plug finally popping into her.
Her captor idly squeezes her round ass as he stands behind her.  "I like that I can actually see them starting to fizz inside you.  It absorbs faster this way, anally."
She feels the heat build again, faster than last time.  The logical side of her is terrified, but the animal just wants to be fucked, and the animal is getting louder.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."  He says in a taunting voice.

The drug builds, making her sluttier by the second.  Being trapped and used somehow makes her even more horny.  She wishes that if she was set free, she would rush for the door trying to make her escape, but deep inside she knows her hands would go straight to her cunt.  Fingering herself... Rubbing her clit...Pinching her nipples...  Despite herself she cant help trying to rub her thighs together, desperate to find some way to get off.  Her tits start swelling next to her face.  They've grown so large they touch even pointing straight down, like two waterballons filling up next to each other  Her nipples are rock hard, begging to be teased, making her whimper at her own impotence.  Even rubbing her face in her own tits sends little waves of static electricity rippling across her skin to match the deep pulses of pleasure from her comfortably stuff ass.

He her nude master returns, his mesmerizing naked cock leading the way.
"Now be honest, how do you feel?"
"I.. I'm",  She can't fight it.  She can feel delirium taking hold.
"So... so horny.  I... I need..."
"You need what?"
"I need COCK."  A mini-orgasm rocks her body just saying the word.  She watches as the drug takes hold, slowly making her breasts move closer to the floor.  Getting wider, longer, heavier.
"And what would you do for it?"
"ANYTHING!  JUST FUCK ME!  PLEASE!  I NEED IT SO BAD!"
"Open your mouth."  She complies willingly, anything to get his cock inside her.  He walks over with a rubber ball attached to a strap, trailing a length of medical tubing that she cant see where it ends.  Her lips eagerly close around the soft rubber, one step closer to having her needy pussy filled.  He snaps in the strap at the back of her head, locking it in place.
"Suck."
She does.  A cool stream of sweet liquid enters her mouth, delicious  She swallows.  She hears him flip a switch and the liquid slowly starts to fill her mouth.  It is a slow pace, only about a mouthful every five seconds, but she can't stop or spit it out.  
"Be a good girl and keep drinking.  The drug dehydrates you."
He squeezes one of her swelling breasts, then slaps it.  A tear rolls across her cheek as a more substantial orgasm racks her body.  The two breasts slowly shake back and forth. "This gives it more to work with."    She watches as her tits slowly push out another inch.  She swallows.  She can already feel herself building to another climax.

Stepping behind her, he rubs the tip of his dick against her wet lips, prepping it.  She moans around the ball in her mouth.  Every fiber of her hormone driven body craves him to shove it in.  Her pussy and ass ache, one from being filled and the other desperately jealous.  She looks to the side, her profile in the mirror, her heavy melons steadily approaching the ground.  Each is about the size of a large watermelon, hanging heavy off her chest.  Her ankle straps start to pull harder as they are all that keep from from toppling over at the waist.  Each breast hangs to her knees, stretching further down, every moment bringing them closer to those in the reflection in front of her.

He slowly slides his member into her tight pussy, barely able to make it in with the plug taking so much space in her ass.  Another orgasm hits her at feeling the cock finally inside, making her whole body quake around his dick.  Her tits swell, as if in gratitude, growing wider as they meet more resistance, fighting for the same space in front of her sternum.  Where before her tits merely touched they now firmly press against each other, a canyon of cleavage billowing up, getting deeper every second.  Another mouthful of the sweet juice goes down.  

She spasms every few seconds, unable to stop the overwhelming assault of pleasure coursing through her.  Tony begins to fuck her slowly, smoothly bringing his cock in and out.  Her tits sway gently, still pushing out, only inches from the floor.  They rock back and forth, nipples even with her shins, their motion hypnotic.  They move like separate objects, their momentum independent of the delirious woman attached to them, the ripples of sensation from the vast expanse of soft flesh driving her insane.  As he gains his rhythm they start to swing faster, like rough water on the ocean.  She writhes around the cock inside, egging him to go faster, her tits still swelling.

He picks up speed as her rock hard nipples finally make it to the floor.  He grabs her hips as he slams into her, pushing so deep he presses on the flat base of the anal plug with each thrust, making it go a little further. Her tits shake violently, each motion making her nipples kiss the cold mirrors at the bottom of their swing.  Her pussy is on fire, each hard thrust causing an orgasm to shoot up her spine, making her back try futily to arch against the weight of her mammoth breasts.  She swallows again as they grow, stretching further

Her two inch long stiff nipples are constantly touching the ground, the rocking motion of her heavy breasts causing them drag across the glass, pulling them painfully.  It makes her cum all the same.  The drug courses through her veins at fever pitch.  Each wisp of air moving across her skin is enough to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.  She has a lot of skin.  More intense sensations come from her pussy and nipples, in constant arousal, unmercifully sending signals to her brain to cum, and cum hard.  She barely notices when he finishes with her.  Her tits stop moving back and forth, resting beneath her on the mirror's glass.  Her thick nipples are desperately hard, surrounded by the immense soft fleshy pillows starting to pool around them.
 "Was it good for you?" He laughs as he steps back.
Her feet return to the ground as her breasts start to support their own weight, spilling out in all directions.  The sensation of pressure returning to the bottoms of her feet sends another orgasm rocking through her.

"I'll be back tomorrow.  By then we probably won't need that support."  He slaps her ass hard, making her moan around the ballgag and cum again, his semen slowly leaking out of her.

"Don't go anywhere." he says, walking toward the exit.  The door closes behind him, leaving her alone in the room, waiting for the drug to finish with her.  Waiting for him to finish with her.

She swallows.