THE BUST - Chapter 4

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Chapter IV

Her nap hadn’t been especially long, partially because of how Sylvia’s back was aching. Her position draped over the couch had not been conducive to comfortable snoozing, but as Sylvia’s eyes focused it did give her a good look at Chanel’s rubber dick.

Sylvia gaped at the stiff length pulled by gravity to hang towards Chanel’s left thigh. Sylvia was surprised she had fit such girth within her, let alone that she’d taken its length without internal injury. She could see the raised ribbing around its circumference, and her finger curiously brushed one of the ridges.

“Mmm…” Chanel murmured in her sleep, shifting her naked ass atop the couch cushions to the right, shifting the ridged phallus in the direction of the pleasuring. Sylvia pulled her hand away and looked down at the base of the once-removable dildo. That harness had become flush with - no, part of - Chanel’s skin, her pussy completely sealed within. This was not going to come off.

And since it was made of rubber, Sylvia wondered if Chanel would ever find real satisfaction with it. Dildo’s didn’t go soft after all - was this woman going to have an aching hard-on for the rest of her life?

Sylvia didn’t know. 

What she did know was that she had done this.

Her bust had done this.

She had to get back to her apartment.

By the time Sylvia had returned home she was exhausted. The bounce and awkwardness of her breasts and the shape of her feet had completely worn her out, and the anxiety hadn’t helped. She had orgasmed twice by the time she reached the elevator in Chanel’s building, and it took the ride down to the ground floor for Sylvia to remind herself how to walk without coming every ten feet. The skirt brushing her newly sensitized ass didn’t help matters.

Sylvia had indeed put it all together. She had wished for the breasts of a genie. Since she wasn’t a genie and didn’t have a lamp, all someone had to do was rub her breasts and they got a wish.

But she wasn’t a genie. Sylvia didn’t know what was in control of how a wish was granted. She didn’t know if you got one wish every time they were rubbed, or more than one, or if the limit was even three. But she had to warn Ada and Barb before one of them made a wish.

Sylvia burst into her apartment to find Ada dressed and watching TV on the couch. There were sounds coming from the bathroom, Sylvia assumed it was Barb. Without even closing the door, Sylvia threw herself on the couch and snatched away the remote.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Hornball?” Ada yelled. Sylvia switched off the TV and threw the remote aside.

“My…my breasts…don’t say…anything,” Sylvia gasped.

“What?”

“I can’t…let anyone touch…”

“Wait,” Ada exclaimed, jumping up from the couch, “You mean to tell me that you finally have a fucking fantastic body, and you still want to hide it? Seriously, Hornball, what’s the deal?”

“I can’t…I’m afraid…it isn’t…” Sylvia finally had to stop and breath. Her breasts were swinging around in her shirt because of her harried breaths, and the pressure of the couch on her ass was incredibly distracting. She had to collect herself and explain.

“I don’t know what the problem is now, Sylvia,” Ada huffed, “But you have a fantastic body, and I wish you’d enjoy showing it off and revel in everything that comes from having it without worrying so much about whatever consequences your catastrophizing about. It can’t be all that bad.”

Sylvia’s eyes went wide. She felt her breasts get warm again, and the light-headedness returned. She was about to panic when…it faded away. The rising sensation was replaced with relief. This was the body she’d wished for, no, the body that Sylvia deserved. It was only right for her to make the most of it, whatever people’s wishes made happen. Sylvia wasn’t responsible for people’s loose lips.

As Sylvia’s body relaxed and she settled deeper into the couch cushions the bathroom door opened and Barb walked out. She was dressed in denim shorts and a tank top with sandals.

“What the hell is going on out here?”

“Sylvia was just being self conscious about her new boobs,” Ada said, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah,” said Sylvia, the effects of Ada’s wish washing over her still, “I’m fine. I think I just need a shower.”

“Okay. I’m going to walk Barb home, and then I’ll be back.”

Barb’s apartment was small, only one long room that stretched from her front door, back to the exterior wall of the building. One window over Barb’s wide bed looked outside. A lighted fan hung over the center of the room. There was a refrigerator, a microwave, some cabinets, a table and computer desk, and some posters on the walls.

“It’s nice,” Ada said, taking a step or two into the apartment.

“Small, but mighty,” Barb laughed, “Coke?”

“Yeah, uh, sure.”

Barb walked over to the fridge while Ada looked at the posters on the walls.

“Got a bit of a crush on Posie Amberwell?” Ada laughed. All four posters were of the adult celebrity in her prime, fake tits practically the size of her head sitting round and proud on the blonde’s body. 

“Kind of,” Barb said sheepishly, handing Ada a bottle. “I mean, I’m not into her later activism and stuff, I just love her body. How she looked when I was growing up and...formative. You know what I mean?”

“Sure,” Ada replied, thinking back on the models she’d first found herself attracted to. Posie was certainly among those.

“She’s super hot, you know? And every hot-blooded man or woman who has seen her naked wants more. She’s like, an icon, you know?” Barb’s face was blushing, and her bubbling enthusiasm certainly gave the impression of a high school girl with a crush.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Here, this is my favorite picture,” said Barb, running over to her computer. She shook the mouse and the screen blinked on, showing a picture of Amberwell as her desktop background.

The famous model was crouching, facing away from the screen. Her barbed wire tattoo on her left arm was visible, as was an abstract decorative tattoo down her back. She wore denim high-heeled boots that stopped just above her knees. 

Amberwell had also crouched down in white panties, but the fabric wasn’t solid, instead crafted as if to resemble a cobweb. Amberwell’s ample ass was flexed and fully on display through the stringy panties, and it was unlikely the material obscured much more in the front. 

The curvy model’s blonde hair hung down to the small of her back in waves. Posie’s was turned in silhouette towards the camera, revealing her full red lips, dark eyes, and small nose. Based on what of her left breast that was visible her tits were easily larger than Barb’s head - Ada had never seen breasts as big as these on Amberwell in other images. Ada suspected that the overblown-basketball-sized tits Amberwell sported in this picture thanks to photo editing, not plastic surgery. Posie’s skin was airbrushed, as there was not a single blemish on her magnificent body.

“Nice,” said Ada.

“Nice? She’s fucking burning hot. I wish I could always as sexy and turned on as she does in that picture, except I’d wanna keep the freckles and my big boobs would be real.”

Ada laughed to herself, and the pair exchanged a smile.

“Well, you know, tits like those are-”

Ada was cut off as Barb let out a moan. Her whole body had gotten warm, particularly the lips between her thighs.

Barb slid her hands over her body as it began to morph before Ada’s eyes. Barb’s dark hair faded to a golden blonde. Her legs became shapelier, and she stretched up on her toes in her sandals. Ada watched as Barb’s denim shorts turned to smoke and flowed down her legs. Barb’s sandals also began to morph, wrapping around her feet and forming a high heel. Ada gasped as the denim smoke flowed around Barb’s legs, coalescing around the reshaped heels and forming boots up to just above her knees.

The green thong that was now visible around Barb’s waist separated into threads and stretched, turning white and becoming the stringy white panties in the picture. Ada could see that Barb’s new pussy was shorn clean and very wet. It was nestled between a pair of womanly hips stretching apart from each other that matched the round ass that inflated backwards out of Barb’s flatter one. Her tomboyish figure melted away as her waist thinned.

Barb’s shirt and bra also became smoke, but instead of forming something they simply dissipated, revealing her blossoming breasts. Ada couldn’t help herself and cupped them, feeling Barb’s skin expand within her palms. Each boob inflated from their original little apple sizes, overflowing around Ada’s hands and filling out to large cantelopes and then continuing on. They weighed down Ada’s grip and overflowed her fingers, becoming larger than basketballs. Ada could feel a large nipple poking into her palms, and she pulled away to find that Barb’s new teats were now two and a half inches long and as thick as any man’s thumbs. Her areola had expanded to the size of saucers. Barb’s breasts nearly hung to her navel in a natural teardrop shape.

But the changes didn’t stop. Barb’s arms toned, and the barbed wire tattoo faded into place. Ada noticed that Barb’s plain face had been shifted to become an exact duplicate of Posie Amberwell’s pouty red lips, darks eyes, and cute nose. Her lips had naturally changed tone to match Pamela’s lipstick in the photo. As requested Barb’s face, neck, and shoulders still retained her freckles. Finally Barb’s skin tanned itself.

Barb’s eyes had been closed, and she slowly opened them.

“What…what happened?” the transformed woman asked, her scent filling the room. But it was also mixed with Ada’s, who could barely control herself. “It was like…goosebumps…”

“You…uh…you…look in the mirror.”

Barb stumbled over to the mirror and practically came at her own reflection. Her hands explored her new body, caressing her gigantic breasts, sliding over her ass, and down her booted legs. She then shook her new long blonde hair, which fell right back into the same wavy position as it was in the picture. Ada noticed that the tattoo on Barb’s back was also in place. Ada walked up behind the nearly naked woman and put her arms around her waist, admiring the view in the mirror from over Barb’s shoulder.

“You’re taking this well,” Ada finally said.

“It’s my dream…I’m gorgeous…” Barb stuttered.

“Yes…” Ada whispered into the new blonde bombshell’s ear. Ada cupped Barb’s breasts, pushing them up and creating a deep cleavage. Barb stretched her head back and pushed her ass against Ada’s crotch. “Want to test it out?”

They were both on the bed in a flash. Ada ripped her own shirt off, and Barb reached down to remove her newly acquired white spiderweb panties.

“No,” Ada said, grabbing her hand, “I want to try it with those on you.” Ada slipped her fingers through the holes in the fabric and slid one inside Barb’s wetness. The transformed girl moaned and rolled over onto her back atop the bed, her new giant-yet-natural rack making wide tit-puddles on her chest and threatening to suffocate the formerly plain girl. Ada wrapped wet lips around one hard nipple and started sucking. Barb cried out. Ada worked one finger deeper into Barb’s pussy, her thumb flicking over the engorged clit.

Barb ran her hands up Ada’s body and grabbed her lover’s tits, massaging them and twisting the nipples. Ada enjoyed it, but her mission was single minded.

She wanted to see this bombshell’s o-face.

Ada intensified the massaging of Barb’s clit with her thumb, pushing her other fingers deeper inside the girl. Ada’s other hand pulled on and twisted Barb’s unattended tit. Ada released Barb’s nipple from her lips and moved her hand to the saliva soaked mass. Ada moved her mouth up along Barb’s massive knocker, kissing her the whole way until finally meeting her full red lips. Barb moaned from her first orgasm as their tongues shared each other’s mouths.

It wasn’t long before Barb had finally come again and passed out.

Ada wanted to stay, to curl up with this goddess, but instead she gathered her clothes, got dressed, and headed home.

She needed to confirm a suspicion.