Thief
By Noble Sword
2000
The pimply-faced teenage clerk stood at an angle to the cash register. Her breasts were so large that that was the only way she could see what she was doing as she put her hand into the till to make change. Ruby seemed to vaguely remember the face, but the body; specifically this girl's breasts were certainly unforgettable. Ruby had never seen a set of breasts that large, much less having known anyone with breasts that big. Yet the face was so familiar. It couldn't be the same person, thinking of the flat chested sixteen year old who she thought usually worked in the store during the evenings. The combination of face and breasts didn't register a match. She must be new here. “Thank You! Here's your change and come again!” sang a voice that seemed all too familiar. Frowning at the disagreement between reality and her memories, Ruby held out her hand and the assortment of coins fell into her hand. She stuffed the change into her pocket, picked up her small bag of groceries and left the convenience store. The store next door had been closed for quite a while and Kraft paper had been put in the windows. A large banner announced the “Grand Opening” would be tomorrow. She thought that a Wednesday was a pretty stupid choice to hold a store opening, as everyone would be at work.
When she arrived at home she put away the carton of milk and small box of cereal. From her bedroom she retrieved her purse. Digging the change from the store out of her pocket she dumped the mixture of coins into the change section of her purse. A particularly bright penny caught her eye. Plucking it out from amongst the others and studied it. The “25p” coin was from “The Republic of Mastomacs”, Wherever the Hell that is?! One side had some type of sea bird on it and the obverse had a very large breasted woman standing on tiptoe, holding a torch aloft. She felt gypped despite the fact that it had been passed on to her even though it had only been at the value of a penny. Slipping it back into her change purse she thought, I'll pass it on to someone else.
Ruby stood in the front of the line at the bus stop waiting for the East bound 18A bus to take her to work. It was the hottest day so far for the summer and already she and many of those around her were showing wet circles of perspiration on their backs and underarms. Leaning out from the curb, she craned her neck to see if the bus was coming. With no bus in sight, she surveyed the others in the line behind her. Unless the next bus was empty there would be no way that all of them would be able to get onto it. A petite woman immediately behind her, fidgeted with her bra strap, pulling the chest band downwards, resettling her large breasts in the cups. An older gentleman, hands in his pockets, jingled the change collected there. Pocket Pool! she thought. A few smoked hastily, as if the bus were going to pull up any second. The tension of the wait was beginning to show on the faces of a few of the anxious prospective transit patrons. The minutes dragged by as she looked at her watch yet again. Beads of sweat ran down from her temple as an old bus rumbled around the corner to the stop.
She looked at her watch and tried to gauge her transit window. The bus had taken longer to arrive that it should have. She had no choice, she had to take this one or she was sure to be late. The bus slowly squealed to a stop and the doors opened, creating the only breeze she had felt all morning. Annoyed and frowning faces peered down at her and the assembled crowd queued for the bus. The bus was packed. Undaunted she climbed the stairs, she dropped her fare into the box and shuffled her way into the steamy sweating mass of bodies. Only the petite woman followed her into the bus. Ruby excused herself between two brunettes who were talking. The bus lurched forward; not yet hanging on to anything, caught by the wave effect, Ruby was jostled by those around her. In an attempt to steady herself, her forearm pressed into the small tennis ball sized breasts of one of the two. As Ruby apologized to one of them, the bus bumped to the left and her elbow crushed the smaller apricot sized breasts of the other woman. Ruby didn't say anything this time and attempted to press farther back into the bus. There was no room she was stuck there. Grabbing hold of a handrail, she turned her back on the conversing pair and blushed.
She now stood particularly close to a woman in a waitress' outfit who had rather large breasts. They were facing each other. Ruby studied her slack face. She appeared exhausted and was seemingly asleep on her feet. A bead of sweat rolled down the waitress' temple and to her narrow chin. It hung there until the next bump and fell onto the woman's well-padded softball sized bosom and rolled into her cleavage. The cleavage was deep and dark and probably ensured generous tips from her patrons. The waitress's uniform was open a button or two too many for Ruby's liking, the large lacy taupe brassiere peeking out at the base of the V, clearly too small for the task that the owner expected of it. The large rack constantly and annoyingly bumped up against Ruby's small apricot sized breasts.
There was a strange sensation. She felt like she was subjected to a steady stream of light zapping. As she thought more about the feel of it, she thought that it almost felt like wet cloth being pulled away from her skin. Perhaps even soft kisses. The oppressive heat of the three-dozen or so other bodies crushed into the bus and the steady rumble of the engine of the public transit bus had the same hypnotic effect on her as it had on many of the other riders. She dozed, like the waitress and the others around her, hanging from the handrail, paying little attention to where the bus was traveling or how far along the route it had traveled, picking up a tidbit of the hushed conversation of the brunettes behind her.
Gradually her own head was lolling back and forth with her chin resting on her chest and her eyes fluttering. The smells of people - perfumes, deodorants, sweat, was the second most powerful sensation next to the gentle kisses she was receiving all over her backside, torso, arms, and breasts. She envisioned herself fully clothed - yet the kisses were skin to skin. The steady rocking of the bus, almost like the rolling of an anchored boat – and the heat. It all added up to an erotic fantasy on a yacht in the tropics. Selfishly, she was the center of the attention of all of the Chippendale models from the calendar hanging in her kitchen. The kissing. So gentle. Non threatening. Just gentle foreplay. I know they'd want me to have bigger boobs like all of those models and actresses, she dreamed. Through fluttering eyes she watched as her little apricots ripened, slowly pushing her bra and shirt farther away from her chest wall. Her nipples made prominent points in the now gauzy material of her dream. Someone was gently kissing her bare left breast. With each kiss she felt the pressure within each breast building, pushing outward. Pushing back against the soft, gentle, loving lips.
She knew that she was ready of intercourse. The obvious muskiness of her sex crept into the blend of sweet and salt scents assaulting her senses. Her breasts had become larger, fleshier, meatier, heavier. She saw herself getting still larger. … must keep them all happy … more kisses … They want more. “Bigger.” … “Bigger,” she heard her Chippendale lovers cry. She dreamily gazed down to her chest. She was wearing the waitress' uniform. The top packed solid. The cleavage deep, dark, inviting. She thought that she had transferred her mind into that of the waitress'. The tapestry of the dream was as soft and gauzy as the soft little electric kisses. It isn't my chest in the waitress' uniform, is it? She watched as her breasts grew still larger, swelling out of the top of the uniform. She felt the tightness of the overfilled brassiere. And still the sensation of the kisses continued. … More! … Bigger! … her dream lovers called to her. She was overflowing the lacy bra, definite bulges of extra flesh heaped on top of the already copious quantities of sweater-meat. The opened button or two that she had frowned upon as being too risqué earlier were now a necessity as there would have been no way to have them remain closed with breasts as big as her lovers wanted. She sensed a climax on the horizon of the dream. The image of her bust had changed again, but the electric kisses continued. Although not extending straight outward like the last vision, she could see the swelling in a wide band across the full width of her chest. … More! …
A pinching of her brassiere strap woke her from her revere. Ruby looked at her watch. Thirty minutes. Only another ten or so more to the subway station. The pain annoyingly persisted. She looked down at her front and blinked. Her bra was stretched tight, packed full of her breasts. HER breasts!? She had no idea what had happened. She bit her lip and stifled a scream, thinking she had completely nodded off to sleep and that this was still the dream. Her small A cup bra was completely inadequate for its current task and dug into the abundant quantities of breast flesh. It was exactly like the last image in her dream. And that pain was quite real. This was not a dream. The waitress was still dangling in front of her, oblivious to her surroundings, obviously waiting for the crush to awaken her at the subway station. The large, once firm mountains of breast now had softened and the current hillocks were substantially smaller and the uniform blouse hung loosely from the once proud front. The once deep dark valley of tight cleavage was now spread apart and the sternum of the waitress was clearly visible all the way down to her zyphoid. Ruby gasped. She had stolen this woman's breasts. In shock she leaned back to better appraise her situation and the odd feeling of contact continued on her back and buttocks. Ruby was spooked.
She turned around and looked for a way out. She looked at the other women around her. The two to her left were still attempting to hold a conversation about a sale at a neighbourhood department store and were not aware that Ruby had stolen from them also. Bras hung loosely from all of then. Ruby looked on in horror as she realized that she had taken every ounce of fat from the breasts of both of the chatting women. The crush of the bodies on the bus had flattened both brassiere cups on the bigger C cupped brunette and one of the bra cups on the smaller B cupper. Wide eyed, Ruby gawked at the emaciated chests of her traveling companions.
She was not sure if it was from fear, shock, the claustrophobic closeness of the crush of bodies on the bus, the extra tight bra or any or all of these reasons, but her breathing was becoming more difficult. Still she felt the tingling, the kisses. She reached over to the cord that would ring the bell to advise the driver that someone wanted off. She looked over to search for the cord. The cups of the cavernous bra the waitress was wearing were now almost empty. The right side, which had been pressing up against Ruby was flattened. The left cup of rigid material had so far retained its shape and the waitress' egg sized breasts and silver dollar sized aureole were clearly visible inside the tent like undergarment. Ruby pulled the cord and the bell rang. Her overburdened bosom hung a scant distance above a woman seated near her. Again, that same strange sensation, this time in her right breast – exactly where it bounced onto the woman's shoulder with the movement of the bus. She looked down at her own chest. It appeared greatly misshapen by the now tiny bra. The top and bottom edges of the small cups were digging into her sensitive areaolae. Her arm brushed the bosom of the waitress and collapsed left side of the once proudly tightly packed garment.
She excused herself past the petite woman who had been waiting in line behind her. Wide eyed, Ruby realized that petite woman now had no discernable breasts either. She began inching her way back to the front door of the bus, rubbing and bumping into many of the other riders. At each point of contact she felt the strange sensation over and over again. Ruby came to the realization of what was happening. Each and every time she came in contact with another woman or girl she would inadvertently steal some of her breast flesh. With a couple dozen 'kisses' and she could reduce another woman's bust by an inch. She clutched her purse tight to her swollen chest, in an attempt to hide her now mammoth mammaries and the odd look of them squashed into the now “micro bra”.
Ruby dove off the bus as the doors opened. Half crazed she made a beeline to a fast food joint. Straight to the washroom and barricaded herself in a stall. She plopped heavily onto the toilet, her breasts bouncing despite the tight strapping. She was gasping for air as the constricting garment refused to give way. She removed her blouse and hung it up on the hook on the back of the door. A shiver rattled her frame as the cool air-conditioned air chilled her sweaty body.
She surveyed the dramatic changes to her torso. She could not see the bra at all. It was so tight that it was deeply entrenched in her sides and the new additional breast flesh almost swallowed it up. Try as she might, she could not loosen the constricting garment. She searched in her purse for something to cut it off with. The best thing she could find was a nail clipper. After much struggling to get a finger between the band and her body, she succeeded and she proceeded to gently cut away at the strap without cutting herself. With only a cut or two left the side band began to unravel. Ruby watched as her breasts pushed outward, overcoming the strict confines of the bra. With a quiet 'snap' the band of the bra gave way and her breasts appeared to inflate. She could breath again. Using both hands, she rubbed the sides of her breasts. She studied the linear red welt where the bra cup and band had cut into the soft skin. She cupped one of her painfully sore breasts. She was surprised at the weight.
My God! They're huge, she thought to herself as she explored their dimensions. Riding high on her chest, like they were supported internally, Ruby had never seen breasts like the set she now possessed. She pinched the side of one to confirm that they were real and that she was not still dreaming. What little flesh she could get from the taught balls of breast flesh did hurt when it was pinched. So full and so fast had her chest filled that from all appearances it seemed that she had had implants. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, she watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath. All in all, she was not as upset as she might have been. It could have been worse. It could have gone to my waist, or I could have been the one giving away boobs, what little I had to start with!
Taking stock of the situation, she had to get her day back on track. Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she called into work and told them she was not feeling well and when she felt more like her “old self”, she would return to work. At least she had not lied, really. Taking her shirt from the hook on the back of the stall door, she held it up and appraised it. Her first concern was its transparency. It seemed heavy enough to hide her dusky dugs. Next was size. It better fit, she thought as she softly cursed the trouble her day had become. The once loose blouse was very tight across her bosom. Thank you for small miracles, she thought as she fastened the last button. At least she was relatively decently dressed so she could leave the washroom without the fear of being arrested for indecent exposure.
She opened the stall door and walked over to the sink. A lot of things felt different. The tightness of the shirt, any shirt, was new, as was the steady slight bounce of her breasts with each footfall. She appraised herself in the mirror as she ran the water. She realized that looking at herself straight on, her breasts were slightly wider than her torso, despite the pulling of the shirt. She splashed some water on her face. As she walked to the paper towel dispenser, she caught herself in profile. Geez, those things must stick out a half a foot. She dried her hands and face. What to do now?
Standing in line, she gazed at the overhead menu. She wasn't hungry, but she wanted time to stop and think. Besides, she did not want to get back on a crowded bus. She had to wait until the rush hour was over. Ruby ordered a large coffee, so she could nurse it along and delay her departure. The nametag of the teenage server read “Sally”. Sally had breasts even smaller than Ruby had had this morning. The pert little things were obviously unfettered by a bra and because of their size; a bra was not always necessary. Ruby remembered debating that same point and on more than one occasion had made the same resolution that Sally had made today.
Ruby was curious about her own 'affliction' now. When it came time to pay, she held the bill in her hand and Sally reached out to take from her. Ruby watched her face as they made contact. She felt the tingle in her palm. Sally smiled as she took the bill. Ruby waited with her hand, palm up, still outstretched, waiting for her change. Sally made contact again. More tiny pulses. No reaction. Ruby purposely allowed a coin to drop through her fingers. Sally scrambled to retrieve it and made contact again. With Sally holding the coffee out, Ruby made contact again to collect the cup. She looked down at Sally's breasts. With such a small volume to begin with, the changes were small but still noticeable. Ruby could discern no changes in herself, but at her current size considering the volume that she had “stolen”, it would be next to impossible to tell.
She picked up a section of the daily newspaper. The 'Lifestyle' section. Sipping her coffee, she glanced through the paper, scanning some articles and reading others. A small article dealt with survey conducted on women who had breast implants. In the past, Ruby had considered them but time and money, especially the money, had been the reason for her inaction. She was pleased to find that most patients were happy with their implants and surprised to learn that the average size was three hundred Centiliters. She glanced down at her own chest. I wonder what size of implant would have given me this size? Certainly more than three hundred. She giggled to herself. It's gotta be almost triple that! She looked up as the realization dawned on her that she could become as large breasted as she wanted or dreamed. When I get to be close to the size I want to be, when it feels right, I'll figure out how to stop this and I'll just avoid the contact with other women until I do. With that decision made, she got up and waited in line.
Sally smiled as she ordered a muffin. Ruby went through a similar routine with the friendly server. Another five contacts and Sally was smaller still. Ruby turned to go but had a change of mind. “Another coffee also, please.” “Sure thing,” the deflating server cheerfully replied. Ruby commented about the colour of Sally's nail polish. In a series of rapid touches, Ruby could physically see the braless breasts getting smaller. The hand contact between the two continued, but the sensual kisses in her fingertips stopped. With her experiment complete, Ruby bid adieu to the flat-chested Sally. With muffin and coffee in hand, Ruby walked back to her table. With each step she could feel the tightness of her shirt with the additional fullness of her own chest. As she sat down she dared to look at herself. Yes, this time there was a noticeable change. The additional hundred and fifty or so Centiliters that used to belong to Sally showed in the additional tightness of her shirt.
She watched Sally as she worked. The young woman was constantly on the move. Too busy to notice her flattened front, until a customer requested something from behind the counter directly in front of her. The shocked look on her face and the open hand running down her front from neck to belly and her dashing to the back of the kitchen were the tell tale signs that she had discovered the 'theft'. Ruby now quickly left feeling sorry for Sally and quite guilty for having afflicted the young woman with a complete lack of breast volume. The newspaper had been left open at the article on implants.
Ruby stepped up the steps of the westbound 18A for the trip home. There were still a fair number of passengers and that meant there were no single seats. She spied an attractive brunette with fairly large breasts. She sat down next to her and the caressing shocks began again. She could almost feel the transfer happening. With each breath she thought that she could feel her shirt getting still tighter. After this one, I think I'll be as big as would ever want to be. About five minutes into the ride the warm feeling of contact ended. Ruby had not been paying particular attention to the gradual deflation of her seat partner nor to her ever-swelling chest. She glanced over, coyly, to see what the flat front would look like. She took a second glance. The brunette's front was still quite full, although not quite what it had been. Ruby was puzzled. I want more and you're not giving it to me! she thought. Why? Has the “magic” gone? Either she could not extract any more from anybody, or … she doesn't have anymore to give. Oh my God! This woman has implants. Ruby felt oddly strange. She knew something quite intimate about this stranger and it was because she had attempted to steal what could not have been stolen. The woman then reached up and pulled the stop request and excused herself past Ruby, completely unaware that she had lost at least one cup-size in breast volume. Ruby had the seat to herself for the remainder of the ride.
At her stop she exited the bus, not completely sure just what to do with the rest of her day. But she knew that she wanted to become a few inches larger before this stroke of luck ended. She needed to find either one large or a few small 'donors'. But the questions were where and how?
The answer stared her in the face. 'Opening Day Door Crasher Specials'. The store next to the little convenience store was just opening. She had seen the ads for their store opening but discounted it because she was supposed to be at work. With her now 'playing hooky' from work, there could be nothing better for increasing her breasts than a good ole-fashion scrum over a store's giveaways. With a quick stop in a neighbouring clothing store she acquired a shirt big enough to be substantially looser than the revealing tight top she was currently wearing. A stop in the strip-mall's public washroom afforded a place to change shirts.
With a staid determination she ventured into the air-conditioned coolness of the new store. Now I'm ready to elbow my way to bigger boobs, she thought as she found a large group of women gathered around a few sales reps who were tossing towel sets in a variety of colours to the gathered crowd of predominantly women. Perfect! Well practiced with moving in crowds due to her daily commute, Ruby was soon on the middle of the crowd, milling around, and loving the sensual little electric kisses she was getting all around and all over. Inhaling deeply she could feel the additional weight on her chest. All of a sudden she felt an elbow in her ribs, “Get to the back of the line. Quit buttin' in!” A short older woman complete with curlers and support hose, glared up at her from her four foot nothing height. Ruby looked down and thought that if there was a victim / donor, this old battle-axe was it.
“Sorry,” she said and worked her way behind the nasty little woman. The bitch had already forgotten about Ruby and was close to uttering obscenities at the store staff, “Damn-it-all, I want a blue set. Don'tcha gotta blue set.” Ruby 'snuggled' in close enough to make the subtle contacts required for the 'transfer'. She could look down at the large, albeit droopy set that this nasty excuse for a woman would soon no longer own. Their substantial mass would make a nice addition to Ruby's own frontage. Ruby felt the crush of other women behind her and the caresses of their contact. Those would stop long before her prey was deflated. Too bad for them, but this old hag … A towel set flew in their direction and the stubby rude woman jumped to catch it, “I need one more.” Ruby breathed a silent sigh of relief, as her objective was not about to make a run for it yet. The quantity and frequency of the strange feeling contacts around and behind her were dwindling. Ruby forced herself to remain resolutely facing forward. She would not be able to even gaze upon the unwitting 'collateral damage' of flattened fronts during her 'attack' on the short woman's steadily less sizeable bosom.
A green towel set virtually landed in her hands. I guess I'm collecting green towels. She gazed down towards the front of the short woman. She could not see her quarries remaining chest as she, herself, had grown so large hosting off all of those around her. She turned slightly sideways to seeing what remained for her to absorb from the nasty woman. She knew it would not be much longer and she could leave; unless of course she wanted to have a set of two towels!
Ruby's second set of towels 'arrived' at almost the same moment that the sensations of contact with the hag stopped. Ruby made a beeline of the cash register. The total for the two sets came up to $3.58. You couldn't buy the plastic bags these things are wrapped in for that price, much less the towel sets! She fumbled with her cash. The change spilled out onto the counter. She gathered the fifty-eight cents and gave it to the cashier. When they made contact the cashier jumped as though shocked and the change fell again back on the counter and mixed with the change she had not yet picked up. Ruby had included the 25p coin from The Republic of Mastomacs in with her payment of the towels. With the coins again on the counter in plain sight, she did not want to risk another attempt to pass the rogue coin. So the coin came back into her possession. It was Ruby that felt the shock this time. It dawned on her just where her bounty had been generated from. The coin! Ruby now knew exactly what she wanted to do.
It had been only four hours since she had last been here. Ruby stood at an angle to the counter. Her breasts had swollen so far in front and out to the side that this was the only way she could see what she was doing. She put the coin down on the counter and held it in place with her index finger. “Here Sally, keep this in your pocket for a little while. When you think you've had enough, pass it on to someone else. Good luck.” Sally pulled her envious gaze away from the prodigious frontage that exploded from the chest of the woman in front of her. She looked at the coin, held by Ruby's manicured fingernail and then at Ruby. She gave Ruby a puzzled look, like Ruby was completely off her nut. The expression changed as the flat girl seemed to vaguely remember the face. Ruby thought back to last night when she, herself had received the coin and now realized that she had probably worn an expression that would have been quite similar. She smiled at Sally, thinking that just this morning that she had been talking with this girl and in the process she had robbed this young thing of her very modest endowment. Much like Ruby had felt last night, the combination of face and breasts didn't register a match with Sally. Ruby could see that as Sally reached out with her index finger and touched the coin. Sally quickly withdrew her hand. Ruby gathered Sally had received a small electric like shock, just like she had learned to love, but Sally's reaction was not as dramatic as the cashier at the other store. Strangely, Ruby felt nothing, just like it had been with the cashier and just like her own 'suppliers' had felt nothing. “Go on, take it, please”, Ruby insisted, still holding the coin in place on the counter. Sally somewhat prepared for a 'shock', tried again and despite the slight 'shock' she kept her finger on the coin. Although she had a lot she could offer to Sally, Ruby quickly withdrew her hand and Sally dragged the coin across the counter and pocketed the coin. With a cross between a smile, look of puzzlement and relief that this strange huge busted woman was leaving, Sally watched Ruby go. With about four hours left in Sally's shift, Ruby took her coffee and muffin and went to a nearby table and sat down to watch the expansion show.