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Sexy, young lady with small chest is tired of being overlooked and teased. When she comes upon a recipe for a breast enlargement cream, well, read it to believe it. Please share feedback and ideas, more parts depends on you.
Out of Control [part 1 of 3]
Quick note to all my readers letting you know my other stories will all be continued, but this idea just came to me and I had to share it with you. This story, it’s theme and idea, is entirely original and any similarity to any other story, movie or other form of expression is purely coincidental. No bras were hurt during the writing of this story and as usual, all product references are made solely as a tribute and without permission. Finally, this story is like a smoldering fire, starting out slowly but with what I think is a hot ending. Enjoy!I sat at my desk and tried not to cry, despite the humiliation I felt and knew was obvious to my coworkers. At 23, I have a fairly thin, trim body with long legs, a tight butt and decent hips, a smooth, flat stomach and what I am told is a pretty face. Straight, white teeth, small nose and long brown hair adds up to occasional stares and not too much trouble getting dates. Then there are my breasts. This is where the story begins and my life as I knew it spun out of control and changed forever. I was struggling not to cry because Alan from accounting had not only rebuffed my offer to meet for a drink, but rudely asked me to come back when I grew up.
Taking deep breaths, I composed myself and struggled to look busy while my inner turmoil raged. I am small breasted and while I am used to constant comments, jokes and usually being overlooked, it doesn’t make ridicule any easier to live with. Depending on what I wear, my 32c cups just are not prominent enough, based on what I have experienced lately. It only amplifies the situation that all of the women I have seen are well endowed, a few of them very large chested and most of all of them make little effort to dress demurely, instead content to wear tight, revealing blouses and the like. So having asked Alan to a date basically, I felt like crawling back to my desk when he declined and ridiculed me in front of Jamie and her huge chest.
After what seemed like endless hours, it was 5:30 and I shut down my computer, cleaned off my desktop, seemingly the only one ever to do so, and gathered my things and went home to a lonely Tuesday night, made worse by reruns of JAG and Judging Amy. After a long shower and a quick dinner, I got onto my computer and read my email. After a few minutes of replying to friends and clicking onto a few pay per click emails, I was bored and decided to chat, entering my favorite chat room, “lonely women”. After a few minutes someone I had never seen in there called ‘2wiceDsize’ was telling several of us about her newfound fortune with men.
Apparently sick of similar ridicule for a small chest, she had come across a breast cream that when applied twice daily had almost doubled her breast size naturally and with no side effects. According to her, the only drawback was having to replace more than half of her wardrobe including bras and blouses. That didn’t seem to be an unfair trade for naturally larger breasts and I asked her to chat with me privately. It turns out that her name was Connie and she had been the same size as me and now, just 5 weeks later, she was 36D and had to fight the men off. Connie said she even had women interested in her, not to mention a raise and promotion at work from a female supervisor. Despite not wanting to replace my wardrobe, I asked her for the secret and she said she would mail it to me, only to find out we both had a fax machine in our homes.
I had no sooner given her my fax number than it rang and began to receive and print something. While the first page was coming through, my lights and power flickered from some kind of surge and my computer crashed, breaking my connection with everyone. Thankfully my fax machine was still surging away and while it continued I restarted my computer, waiting through the long process while it checked files and such. Meanwhile the second or third page was printing when the lights flickered again and then while flickering a third time the power just went out. I found out later, after power had been restored, that a drunk driver had hit a pole and that was the first flicker, the second and third flicker was when the pole came down and the line snapped.
So while sitting there in total darkness, I went to my hutch and broke out some candles, lighting them in various places and noticing only 3 pages had printed from the fax machine. In the flickering candlelight I could see the first page had a few smudged words and one whole incoherent sentence, possibly from the power surge, the second page was apparently the instructions for mixing the recipe to make the breast cream, and the third was a note from Connie which abruptly ended before her phone number or e-mail address had printed. A short while later, the power came on and I read the papers while restarting my computer once again. The unreadable sentence was almost completely garbled except for what looked like “... to temper the...” and I had no idea what it meant. All the ingredients were readable except for the amounts on a couple of them.
After checking over my fax machine, I found it had blanked the memory so there was no hope of reprinting it. Frustrated, I logged back onto the internet, ignored my e-mail and all else and headed straight for the chat room, unable to find 2wiceDsize and concerned when several of my regular chat mates seemed to be ignoring me. Finally someone shouted at me in all caps that it was nasty of me to log off as soon as Connie gave me the recipe. Before I could reply, they all blocked me from further conversation but not before they told me Connie wanted to never talk to me again and had logged off. I sat there for a minute, considering crumbling up the papers and instead sent off an apology to Connie and just logged off when it bounced back to me. I looked at the recipe again, finally collecting the materials and ingredients from the kitchen, bathroom and closet. Surprisingly, I had every thing listed, despite a couple of them not being everyday items.
(Remember this is a work of fiction, and since I am not a scientist, I am not going to attempt to list any items)
The instructions were clear about 2 things, the first being to ALWAYS wear gloves, especially when mixing the ingredients as well as whenever applying and rubbing the cream in. The second was the morning dose had to be after any shower and bath, and the evening dose had to be after shower/bath as well. Eventually, I had mixed the ingredients, guessing on the smudged amounts and stripped down naked to apply it for the first time. I covered both my small breasts and rubbed and massaged the thick cream in, making my nipples perky and stiff, and my skin seemed to tingle and prickle. I rinsed off the gloves, making a mental note to buy some disposable gloves and then it hit me. If this really worked, what would I do for office attire? At home and off work, I could wear t-shirts, sweat shirts and other baggy or loose tops, but all of my work clothes were tight or close to it in an effort to enhance my small bust.
Feeling sexy, despite my bad day, I pranced around naked while I rummaged through my wardrobe to find the proper blouse just in case the formula actually worked. I decided to shop for blouses, bras and a new bikini tomorrow if this worked and then looked through all my bras until I found the only one that had always been loose fitting. If I did grow, so to speak, I would be able to still wear the bra and even let out the straps some in a best case scenario. The only blouse I thought would be appropriate was a semi loose fitting white blouse that buttoned up the front and had long, lace trimmed sleeves. I chose my short black skirt, remembering that despite my small chest, several guys in the office always seemed to be around my desk when I would wear it.
Finally, wanting to be peppy for the next day, I slipped on my a pair of panties and went off to bed and the next thing I knew it my alarm was going off. I shook off the fog, feeling strange and clumsy as I struggled to hit the snooze button. Laying back down I had a hard time getting comfortable with my chest in the way and............. BAM, I sat straight up like a shot! It had worked, the recipe had worked and barely 8 hours later, I was at least a size larger, if not more and there would be no hiding my new chest. In awe, or maybe disbelief, I spent at least 10 minutes touching, poking, hefting squeezing and just holding my larger boobs while my smile threatened to crack my teeth. Soon after my shower, I used my gloves to apply the morning dose, wondering why with these results I would even need a second application, but I quickly dismissed the thoughts. I ate breakfast naked for the first time and after brushing and flossing my teeth and fixing my hair, I went in to get dressed.
Savoring the moment, I slipped on my tiniest, tightest thong, knowing that while no one would see it, the thought of just the tiny scrap of material barely covering my needy pussy would keep me horny most of the day. I slipped on the short skirt and finally picked up the chosen bra and slipped it on. It was a tight fit to say the least, and what had been a loose fitting bra the night before was now at least a size too small and I actually had to struggle it closed. As I shrugged it into a semi comfortable position, I became aware of a strong tingling feeling all around my chest area and the only way to describe it was it felt like my skin was stretching. If I don’t mention it, it was an almost non-stop sensation and a cross between mild pain and medium pleasure. Content that the bra would suffice until after work when I could buy some that fit, I proceeded to pull on the white blouse.
I think I looked sexy as hell as I slipped on the blouse and struggled with the tin buttons, puzzled as I did not remember such an obvious gap between the lapels of the shirt and the fastened buttons. As long as I could make it through the day, I would buy a whole new wardrobe, which was my promise to myself, as well as finding a way to contact Connie and apologize and thank her too. The doorman to my building was speechless for the first time and I endured many more whistles, comments, and proposals than ever before as I strutted proudly to my car, unaware that my bust was slowly increasing in size from the second application of the formula. I parked and headed for the entrance, amazed at all the stares and comments, but suddenly realizing I was a little short of breath as well as a bit sweaty, both from my increased ‘load’ that I was prominently carrying.
Alan was so stunned that I got the last laugh as he did a double and then triple take at my obvious overnight change. He just stood there when I blew him off and walked past him while he was trying to make conversation with me. At my desk, I was firing up my computer when Mr. Hollis came in and dropped the papers he was reviewing, just standing there and staring at my larger chest. For at least a minute, he mapped out my breasts and the tight blouse halfway concealing them like a cartographer. Clearing his throat, Mr. Hollis stooped, finally averting his bulging eyes and began to gather his papers while trying to subvertly adjust his erection. I grinned and continued my daily setup while he composed himself and left without a word, somehow managing to not look back at me. With him and his distraction gone, I realized my chest seemed to be straining, as if it was growing, but unwilling to believe that, I continued to check my office e-mails and memos.
By 10:00, I seemingly could not take the ache anymore and I slipped off to the bathroom, and passing by the huge mirror I realized most of my white blouse was sweat soaked and virtually transparent, as well as clinging to my moist skin. It felt like my straining bra was trying to choke me, so I slipped into a stall and carefully unbuttoned my tight, wet blouse. I let it hang from my moist skin for a moment as I fiddled with the tight bra straps, but finally had to slip the blouse off and hang it from the hook on the back of the door. I began to adjust the bra again asking myself if it really seemed to be covering less as if my chest had grown more, or if being partially horny mixed with my newfound bust size was playing with my imagination. I didn’t have a chance to answer myself, because with a vicious tearing, my bra burst and tore open and my chest sprang free. I was so overcome with excitement, I fairly ripped my skirt up my hips and tugged my thong aside while I slipped a finger inside my boiling pussy.
Overcome with sensations, I had barely fingered myself for a minute when I had a screaming orgasm, one of my best ever, which I unwittingly did not muffle and in another minute, with me mostly naked and a finger still inside my own pussy, the door burst open and voices called to me. I gasped to catch my breath and claimed to have slipped, assuring everyone I was fine while I struggled my thong back into place. I realized immediately that it was thoroughly soaked but I ignored it as I slipped off my ruined bra. I set the scraps of it on the tp dispenser as I struggled my balled up skirt down, while the last of the people who had come to check on me filed out. It was as the door thumped shut that I realized my skirt was pretty fairly torn, and while it would last, I still had to be careful. I figure I had been in the bathroom for at least 10-15 minutes, and despite a screaming orgasm, my body, especially my chest, just continued to tingle.
I pulled on the sweat soaked blouse and realized it seemed to have shrunk, because it was now difficult to clasp the buttons around my ample chest. Mostly done up, I grabbed the torn bra and stepped out of the stall, noticing immediately that not only were my stiff nipples quite obviously poking against the thin, white material, but also that the moisture combined to all but reveal most of my breasts as well as my flat stomach. There was no way to hide the fact that I did not have a bra on, and while I would have liked to slip out and go home, or even to a store, I was stuck at work and had to hope for the best. Figuring my blouse would dry pretty quickly with all the heat my body was putting off, I shook out my hair and took a deep breath, steeling my nerves. About to walk out, I was startled as I realized, regardless of the sweat soaked transparency of the blouse, just how much of my body was visible due to the stretched material.
Cocky and confident, I strutted half naked out of the rest room and back to my desk, startling the mail boy as well as two secretaries passing in the hallway. It felt like my chest was expanding by the second and I also had to slow my pace when it felt like my torn skirt seemed to rip some more. Ignoring the stares and glares from my coworkers, I eased around my desk and sat down quickly.... And regretted it immediately as I felt and heard my skirt tear and pop and then it fell to the floor. I froze as the lower half of my body was suddenly bared except for my ridiculously minuscule thong that was completely soaked with sweat and my juices. I did not dare bend forward to retrieve my skirt in fear of tearing the front of my tight blouse, and instead used my feet to scuff it back to my hand. With all of my movement, my thong had worked it’s way into the crack of my ass as well as snug against my wet pussy. I had just gathered up my torn mini skirt when my desk phone rang and I froze.
I answered it on the third ring and listened as Mr. Hollis apologized for his unprofessional behavior earlier. He then mentioned my review was ready for presentation and while I digested that he mentioned he needed to talk to me about something else but it would be after the review. I mumbled and hung up the phone, scared and wondering how I would be able to go into his office with my rapidly shrinking, completely transparent blouse and ruined, torn mini skirt. I never had a chance to think about it as Erin, one of my coworkers hung up her own phone and reminded me Mr. Hollis was waiting. In one swift movement, I stood and shifted my torn skirt into place while gathering it up and holding it from behind while looking for a pin or clip to hold it together. Searching around frantically, realizing all eyes were on me and my huge chest, I foolishly rushed into the boss’s office with everyone gasping behind me.
Nudging the door shut with my foot, I jumped when it slammed and Mr. Hollis lost any flicker of anger when he saw me. There was no way to hide his expression as he not only realized my shirt was covering much less than it had been two hours ago, but also that I had no bra on. The fact that my shirt had still not dried and was mostly transparent and pasted to my skin on accented the shape and curve of my bulging breasts. Fumbling around, I had luckily managed to rebutton the top (and only) button of my skirt and I slowly brought my hands to my side, praying for any luck just this once. It seemed like it took a long time for Mr. Hollis to focus and remember who and where he was, and I blinked at how quickly his erection sprang up and tented his pants. As if shaking off a fog, Mr. Hollis asked me to sit while he tore his eyes from his personal survey of my body. I quickly sat and formed my skirt around me in pretense of cover, despite it tearing just as I sat down. I stifled a moan as I watched the button, torn loose, roll right under his desk.
Thankfully for me, Mr. Hollis had been looking at a paper on his desk and without looking up he launched into my review. Part way through, despite his glowing praise, I lost all concentration as the sensation around my chest seemed to intensify and at the same time it seemed like I could feel the blouse about to give up. I gasped “OH NO” out loud before I realized it and it all happened at once with no chance for me to stop any of it. I stood just as the first button tore free, causing a chain reaction, as the strain on the others was too much. Mr. Hollis just stared with his mouth hanging open as my torn skirt fell to the floor and revealed my tiny, soaked thong to him. The thin, teal colored material was pulled snug and tight against my swelling pussy and my lips ached with desire. My buttons flew and popped open as my shirt seemingly unraveled itself and fell to the floor, shredded and tattered.
In a matter of seconds, I was buck naked in my boss’s office while he stared and struggled with what looked like a huge erection. My tiny thong did nothing really to cover my body and it still seemed like my breasts were growing, and for the first time I wondered if maybe I had mixed it wrong. I had no idea what was right or wrong at that point and made no effort to stop Mr. Hollis from easing on top of his desk and engulfing my swelling breasts. I’m not sure when he had stripped, all track of time gone, and I faintly remember seeing, Joe, our head of security enter the room, also naked. Mr. Hollis was huge, at least 8 inches, maybe 9 and he slipped into my tight pussy while Joe sucked on my needy nipples. I spotted Joe’s cock and almost fainted, sure I had a mini orgasm just then. Joe must have been 10 inches at least and he was very thick, as well as quite obviously rock hard. Mr. Hollis didn’t last as long as I would have liked and he eventually sent several jets of cum inside my pussy before slumping back to his couch.
It was only seconds before Joe took up the empty space and I swear it felt like he was splitting me in half with his thick cock. Joe took his time, managing to get most of his shaft inside my willing hole and we fucked for several minutes, while Mr. Hollis, dressed already, thanked me and started to leave. At the door, with Joe deep in side of me and bringing me ever so close to to a powerful orgasm, Mr. Hollis watched me reach the edge of climax and then grinned..... “I’ll tell my wife that the recipe worked!” ... he shut the door as I screamed with probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Just before I passed out from all the exertion and excitement, it hit me what he had said, about Connie being his wife. And then everything went dark.
Well, what do you think? Does it deserve to be continued? Please send me your feedback, comments and suggestions so I know what you think. Oh, yeah... my usual plug for my website you ask? Ok, here it is. http://www.angelfire.com/home/jwdoney Enjoy.
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