7#$GeFPPPPPP(tTTTT TTThV8xPV Ve*eFPeV4eeeeeeeeeBig Busted Eve - Marty, Marty is a fatty! whined their stupid little voices as they bounced around him, their little pony tails keeping up the beat of their cruel teasing. Kids can be very insensitive and this particular group of little bitches belonged to the upper side of Outremont. Little rich bitches with checkered skirts and small, cold hearts. Fat kids get no love and Marty was no exception to the rule. He was a smart kid, a nice kid, a good kid yet no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many pieces of bubble gum he distributed during lunch break, he could never get any of the pretty girls to validate him. The boy was twelve. A tough age to handle without a waste. Among the girls who were now teasing him, running around him poking fun, was Eve. He was very disappointed in Eve. He had invested a lot of time and thought into Eve and she was turning out to be quite a disappointment. That fall, when they first came back to school, she was more than happy to be his buddy. He carried her books and shared his soggy peanut butter & jelly sandwiches with her, had even stolen a heart shape eraser for her, the kind that smelled like candy. - I wanna be a Hollywood star! she would say and he would feed her ego constantly. - You will be because you're so pretty... For months he had been smelling the twin to that eraser, thinking of her and wishing ... well, whatever undefined stuff twelve year boys wish for. Holding hands, kissing at birthday parties, that kind of shit. Eve was pretty and became popular with the "in" crowd and no sooner had she established herself, she turned into a real fake. Now she was actually participating in this little game and he had not only lost all desire to be her friend, he now deeply detested her. He bit a chunk out of the perfumed eraser and threw the rest of it at the back of her head when she was looking away Soon after the incident, Marty actually jerked off in a little jar and dumped the semen in her hair. He got suspended for that, (boo hoo, hoo!!!), like he really felt bad being forced to stay home for a week and pull on his new found buddy, Mr.Smiles He even managed to get his busy little hands on some delicious pornographic material and everyone knows what happened after that. Squeaky to the sound of the violin. And that's when Marty discovered that what he liked best, none of the little bitches had: breasts! Some of them were beginning to show signs, here and there, but much to his satisfaction, Eve remained skinny and flat. He could tell she was hurtin'. He watched her envious glances in gym class, even heard her complain to one of her "friends". Soon enough he moved on to bigger and better. He sat alone on the steps of the building, watching the older girls go up and down the steps (up and down, bouncing around He would sit there and watch them, even followed the progress of some throughout the school year, as their breasts grew a little more each day. Bigger, bigger! he would wish silently, using his imagination to blow them up. And because imagination is a tricky little thing to mess around with, soon enough all the chicks were walking around sporting enormous breasts. After that, life went on. Marty was a silent pervert, getting older and wiser. He didn't see Eve much any more. They went to different schools and other than the occasional sighting she no longer paraded her flat chest around for him to blow up. In early 1987 Marty's parents moved to Los Angeles, California. Bye-bye French Canadian winters and snotty Outremont teenager girls. He couldn't help but snicker at the thought that Eve's dream was to go to California. And because fat kids do get thrown a couple of bones in their lives, Mary got a break and actually came face to face with Eve the day they were flying out. Her parents had forced her to get a summer job to keep her from her boyfriend, or so the rumor went, and when Marty walked in to get some soda she actually smiled at him from behind the counter. - Hi Mary! she said, as if they had been friends for eternity - Hey Eve. - Haven't see you in ages! Now she was being manipulative. She was probably embarrassed to be working there, being a counter waitress to the fat boy she once made fun of - And probably will not see me again. Her eyes widened - My dad got a promotion. We're moving to California. You know, Hollywood.... He waited for a reaction. She must have kept her poker face on for about ten seconds before the meltdown - Oh Gosh, that's so cool. I want to go there. I want to be an actress - Yeah, I know - How do you know? Marty felt his blood boil. She didn't even remember telling him that! That's all she ever talked about when they were kids - and friends for a month. Fucking brainlesss, he thought. Yet he smiled. A perverse little smile as he looked at her up and down. - You got a shot, he said. - You think so? - Oh yeah. You just need to get bigger boobs. You know that's what the agents like - What??? She was positively mortified. He had struck the mother nerve of them all - You're a pretty girl. But you have no boobs, that's all. Hey, maybe you'll marry a leg man or something. He walked out of the store laughing his head off. Eve looked at her torso in the reflection of the window. Tears filled her eyes as she stuck her chest out in vain. She hated not having any boobs and she hated that fat, stupid Marty. California turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to Marty. New life, new Marty. That summer he went on a crazy diet, lost tons of lard and actually became a cool guy. And getting exposed to the Californian lifestyle also meant seeing boob jobs everywhere he looked. He no longer had to rely on imagination alone to fulfill his ever growing interest in breasts. Girls blew up all the time, everywhere. He purposely followed the flat chested girls. Knew where they lived, knew their schedules. Even befriended them. Because it was only a matter of time before they would express an interest in breast augmentation. Big implants were so hot, he thought. The bigger, the better. And he meant that from the bottom of his twisted heart. He had never met a girl who's implants were big enough. Never. And this became very intriguing to him. How big was big? He dated here and there, actually got to grab and touch some of those big breasts, marveling at the texture and consistence, loving them hard and shiny. He walked around hard all day, hunting for bulges and stretchy tight shirts. And when came time to go to college, it wasn't difficult for him to pick a profession. *** Dr. Martin Duchamp threw on his lab coat and took one last look in the mirror. He was a looker. It was hard to believe that the tall, handsome doctor had been an unhappy fat kid. Satisfied with his professional look, he proceeded to the consultation room. He was very good at what he did. Because he harbored such secret passion for his profession, his work reflected his love of the breast, which is all he did. Not conservative by nature, he always pumped some extra saline in there, not even bothering to tell his patients. And if some bird brain would actually manifest concern, he would charm the creature and put her fears to rest. - You are experiencing swelling. It will go down in a couple of months. And when it does, you will regret not having gone bigger. That's why we opted for expandable implants in the first place. And of course, he had some major players, some fetish babes who wanted to go bigger and bigger. It was hard for him to remain in control when he dealt with them but the thought of making them bigger, of holding the power, was enough to keep him in line. Of course, he never thought they were big enough. But he had to go easy and allow their skin to stretch and accommodate the implants. Martin walked into the consultation room as he always did: with a big smile on his face. Jenny, the head nurse was already there, lining up the different sizes. Jenny was very cool. She kept quiet and zoned out, being a member of the tribe herself. Jenny had a pair of 1200 CC she dressed down. The young woman was standing with her back to him, wearing the habitual hospital gown. She was petite and blonde and when she turned around he remained stupefied. This was raw Karma in motion, no doubt. Before him stood none other than Eve. And she hadn't changed a bit. There was no trace of recognition on her face. Clueless and empty, just like when they were kids. He examined her, could tell she was a little embarrassed. As if he would take any interest in her natural and unimportant A cup. But the irony of it all was that he was probably the reason she was getting boobs in the first place. - My agent thinks it would help me get more work, she said, confirming his suspicion. This was great. Marty would be avenged. And as the consultation went on, they finally reached that point in the conversation when they had to discuss size. - And how big does your agent think you should go? he asked - Well, he thinks I should be a full C. - Very ordinary, you know. Everyone has full C. May I make a professional suggestion? She was all ears. - I think you should consider at least a D. Maybe even a DD. - But I'll be too big! she protested, her eyes widening with apprehension. It turned him on. - I think you're looking at 600 CC. Expandables, of course. - 600 CC? NO WAY! she said, giggling. Giggling was good. It meant she was at least willing to play along. She looked at Jenny for approval. - He knows what he is talking about. He is the best, said the submissive nurse, as if emerging from a dream. - But how will my clothes fit? - Let's try some sizers on. She slipped on the surgical bra and Jenny handed her a prosthesis filled with 300CC. - For starters. Align the middle of the prosthesis with your nipple. - What do you think? - Way too small. - Try 400. - Try 500. - Try 600. - Try - for fun- 800CC. Look at you! With that waist and those legs, what a great look! Yeah, lots of drama going on. - Oh, that's too big! - OK. Back to 600. They played like that for quite a while and finally they decided on 550CC. The day of the surgery came and went and Eve woke up with two hard breasts the size of melons. Unbeknownst to her she was sporting a stiff and shiny pair of 700CC. As if coming out of anesthesia wasn't hard enough, she took one look down at her chest and freaked out. Jenny was standing near by. - Oh my God! Oh my God I am deformed! cried Eve. - No dear, relax. It's only post surgery swelling. The job looks great, trust me. I've seen many of them. - I can't see my feet. This is terrible! I can't even cross my arms! - You're in pain. I'm telling you, you'll love them. Just relax. The nurse helped her into her street clothes. Martin came in to see her off. - I promise you Eve, you'll be very happy. He was getting a kick out of seeing the material of her buttoned up shirt stretch over the hard breasts. The bulges and the shadows were incredibly intoxicating. He called her every day, checked on her, fantasizing about the next appointment, and when she came in again and again, feeling and examining her chest took a little longer each time. Eve had no clue Martin was Marty the fatty. And if she would have known, she wouldn't have realized how all of this went back to those long forgotten days. She had wronged him, hurt him and now he had the power over her. - I'm too big! she complained again, during one more visit. The swelling is not going down. I can't fit into any of my clothes, people look at me as if I'm a freak! I'm not happy at all Doctor. I'm too big! She looked at him with her big eyes filled with tears, looking for answers he couldn't give her. - You're not too big. Let me see. And he would examine her again, running his hands over the shiny, unnatural skin, feeling the implants, squeezing them and loving their hardness. More. Again. At night he would think of those implants, look at the before and after pictures and stroke his dick until he thought he would go insane. Eve's boobs paid off. She didn't get the acting parts she was dreaming of but slowly she started to appreciate the attention she got from some men. She went to several castings off the beaten path and soon enough she started to make good money just parading around her big breasts in B-rated movies. Martin was right. She was pleased. And the swelling did go down, just enough to create a little bit of room for MORE. When she went back in and said she wanted to go bigger he almost fainted. His impulses were getting out of control. He knew he needed help soon but somehow, he was incapable of letting go of his addiction which was growing daily. He often marveled at the progression of his condition, wondering if he had some sort of genetic predesposition, but such phylosophical thoughts didn't linger too long. His mean dick didn't let him. As for Eve... What a change of heart! And what a different person. A lot more confident and sporting a smirk he couldn't quite define... - Well? Should I go bigger? - Yes. - Is my skin going to stretch? - How much bigger are we talking? Asked Martin, feeling his heart beat faster. - 900CC? - Is that too big? Will I look stupid? Will it pull the skin under my arms? - Oh, no. 900CC is not "that" big. Look stupid? This was great! Marty the fatty was getting his revenge. But was he? He made her bigger to control and humiliate her, to turn her into his perverted fantasy and punish her for his pain, but suddenly all he could think about was her with those larger and bigger and stiffer breasts. Three surgeries later, he was pumping her with saline for free, driving her around town, buying her skimpy clothes so she could look even bigger. And Eve was loving every minute of it, even if by the time she got to 1200CC she felt incapacitated. Her career took off and the bigger she got, the more she changed. Realizing the power she had, she teased him incessantly about going bigger and absolutely refused to have sex with him. - Eve, what have you done to me! He asked, mesmerized. - Well, it was your idea, she said one night as they were dining on the terrace of her new condo. She was wearing a T-top, her breasts bulging over the table. No longer did she have that sweet, innocent look on her face. She was power tripping. - You wanted to make me bigger. Am I big enough now? As she said this she pushed her breasts up with both hands. They were so hard, so round! He couldn't answer. - I don't think I am. I think we should make me a little bigger. And maybe I'll have sex with you if you can do that for me. - Yes. Yes, bigger. - Will the skinunder my arms stretch even more? I'm not certain I like that. - Small price to pay. Yes, we'll make you bigger. Finally she "stretched" about as much as she could - for the moment. And one night, while he was patiently waiting on the sofa, just hanging out at her place in case she needed anything, wanting only to stare at her huge breasts as she went about her daily routine, she approached him and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her incredible bust for him to touch and enjoy. She rode him hard, sitting on his massive dick, suffocating him with her breasts, pushing the hard implants into his face as he whimpered in ecstasy, enslaved by her overpowering 2000CC. - Don't cum! she whispered. Don't you dare. You're not allowed to cum. You're not allowed until I tell you! He wanted to cum but didn't dare, for fear of never knowing such pleasure again. It lasted for hours and hours and he finally begged. - Are you ready to do this for me? she asked, and he thought he would loose his mind when he heard that. - I'm going to let you cum soon Marty. Very soon. His eyes widened and he looked up at her, past her huge breasts. She had a cruel, dominating smirk. - Yes Marty. Handsome Marty. With a big dick...What you told me that day before you left for California never stopped hurting. How surprised I was that you were chosen by faith to correct that little mistake. Now tell me, am I big enough for you? - Yes! he moaned. Please, I need to cum. - Do you? Are you ready to cum for me? The words sounded like a distant buzzing as she rode him faster and faster. - Cum for me, she ordered. Cum for my big, hard breasts! The release was incredible. Martin felt his dick explode and at that very moment she stood up and grabbed him with one hand, squeezing hard, moving up and down faster and faster. When it was done, they lay there, breathing hard and enjoying the aftermath. In some twisted kind of way, pain for pain, they had matched each other. What was meant to be from the beginning came to fruition. Not long after that Martin sold his practice. He had become too much of an addict to pursue his mainstream career. 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