THE BUST - Chapters, 1, 2, & 3

I think these 8,000+ mostly new words show just how far I have come since I first started all of this. ~dS

THE BUST

By Dan Standing

Chapter I

Sylvia Seni let out a long sigh and winced at the tiny dingling bell that had come to represent for her yet another failure. Her fellow coffee house baristas looked up and could see from Sylvia’s face that one more audition hadn’t gone well. She pulled her apron from her bag, threw her jacket on a hook, and tied on the green smock of shame.

So many failures had convinced Sylvia that she was nothing special. Deep down she knew better, but deep down didn’t seem to be what mattered when she was standing in front of the casting couch.

What kind of first impression do I really bring to a commercial for soap? Sylvia angrily thought to herself as she slapped down a frozen sandwich for reheating. I’m five feet tall even, that’s below average! She slammed the door of the oven, and turned and gave the startled patron an apologetic smile, I’m not really seductively curvy or adorably heavy, I’m a stick with nipples! In anger at herself, and once again forgetting where she was, Sylvia reached up and grabbed the cups of her bra, the only thing giving her silhouette any curves under her apron. Then a quick glance out made her realize a young girl was watching her with wide - but still innocent - eyes and Sylvia dropped her hands with a deep blush.

The ding of the oven gave Sylvia an excuse to walk away, and she wrapped the steaming sandwich with sharp punctuated movements. With each fold and jab of her arm her blond hair bounced and brushed her shoulders. Sylvia was wallowing in self doubt. Her face was beautiful, with sparkling eyes, nicely shaped lips, and a near-button nose.

But it wasn’t as if she got much positive reinforcement at the green corporate coffee house. As she handed her customer the bagged sandwich her manager stormed up from the back. Dori Underend was a sharply attractive woman; delicate pointed features defined her face, atop a body which resembled two triangles attached at their points more than an hourglass. The top triangle sported breasts like a pair of cantaloupes that bounced and wiggled in Sylvia’s face no matter what Dori - or Ms. Underend as she prefered - was wearing.

“You’re late, Seni,” Ms. Underend barked. She pointed at the decorative clock hanging over the cafe area. All the baristas knew it was prettier than it was accurate, but Ms. Underend could see it from her office and often referred to it instead of the digital punch clock. “I told you what would happen if you were late.”

Sylvia hadn’t been late. She’d timed her absence from the coffee house to her lunch break and it had actually worked out. Most days anyone at the receiving end of Ms. Underend’s power-mad rants would just nod along and let their timecard tell the story at the end of the shift.

But Sylvia had tired of being trod on today.

“I’m actually not,” Sylvia shot back, unable to hold in her pent-up anger, “If you look at my in-out times-”

“Are you sassing me? Telling me I’m a liar in front of my employees? That’s slander!” Ms. Underend exclaimed, every employee and customer suddenly craning their necks to see what was going on.

“I’m not calling you a liar, I’m…” Sylvia was suddenly overwhelmed by the situation. Too many eyes, too much pushback, she couldn’t think, “I’m...I’m…”

“What? What are you calling me?”

“I’m calling you a bitch!”

Sylvia instantly pulled her apron off her head and threw it down. She had to get out of there before Ms. Underend’s shock wore off. Syliva pushed by the sputtering manager, walked past wide-eyed now-former coworkers and customers, grabbed her coat, pushed open the door, ripped the tingling bell from its hook and tossed it back into the store behind her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

Two blocks had passed under her feet before Sylvia finally let out the expletive in a long drawn out moment of anxiety. She’d just...quit? Certainly she was fired, but she never said, “I quit!” as she walked out so what did it count as? Either way, she was pretty sure calling her boss a bitch wasn’t going to get her unemployment checks. Sylvia didn’t know what else to do except march down the sidewalk back towards her apartment, her bag nearly dragging on the street behind her.

Sylvia rounded a corner to a shortcut alleyway behind one of the city’s many townhouse rows. As she stepped along the old cobblestone she caught whiff of a foul stench, and realized it was trash day. She rolled her eyes and groaned, knowing she’d have to shower almost immediately upon getting home, but whatever small she was going to carry was already on her so she just continued on past the trash cans and dumpsters.

As Sylvia trudged along, wobbling down and then on the cobblestone, something sitting beside a metal can caught her eye. It looked like a stone bust of a woman. Furrowing her brow Sylvia turned to investigate, and yelped as she nearly rolled her ankle and the bumpy stonework. Recovering and confirming that she had just made herself sore Sylvia continued on towards the bust.

Reaching down to pick it up Sylvia found that it wasn’t stone. It was an old, slightly dull plastic, probably Bakelite, which had become faded with age, but simultaneously taking on a very unique character. Examining the visage captured in the plastic Sylvia found that she was actually slightly turned on by the woman looking back at her.  Her face was amazing, with full lips, eyes that almost sparkled despite the inert plastic, and a perfect nose. Her hair was done up in a ponytail.

Sylvia shook her head as she realized she had actually become entranced by the bust’s gaze. She’d never trash picked before, and Sylvia looked around to see if anyone was watching her. Blushing a little, but telling herself she could use something to possibly sell for rent money, Sylvia tucked it under her arm and headed back to her apartment.

“Ada? You home?” Sylvia called out to her roommate as her sore ankle pinched and caused her to stumble through the apartment door. She weakened it a little more with her heavy steps to catch herself, and clutched the bust to her scant chest.

“In here, Hornball.”

Sylvia shook her head at Ada’s favorite nickname for her. Although never romantically involved, Ada and Sylvia had acknowledge a mutual attraction to each other when they first took up sharing the apartment. In the first few months they’d had quite a few trysts in each other’s bedrooms, but as the newness of their arrangement wore off Sylvia began to prefer staying home in the evenings reviewing her monologues on the couch, while Ada was the one who hit the clubs every evening, bringing a new lady home practically every night. Sylvia had never seen the same one twice, but somehow she was stuck with the name ‘Hornball.’

Sylvia followed the sound of Ada’s voice to her bedroom, where she was spraying her hair up into a new shape. Sylvia had also rarely seen Ada look the same twice when she went out.

“So, Hornball, how’d the audition go?” Ada laughed to herself. Sylvia wasn’t sure what she found funny about it.

“Awful. I didn’t get halfway through my lines before I got cut off and told I didn’t ‘fit’ the role,” Sylvia muttered. Ada turned and tugged at the bottom of Sylvia’s shirt, and she playfully pushed the encroaching hands away.

“Maybe you should wear something a bit more revealing. We just need the right outfit on you.”

Sylvia rolled her eyes and looked at Ada in the mirror. Ada towered eight inches over her, with red hair, a killer hourglass figure, nice legs, and tits like jiggling grapefruits that she kept pushed up and shaded, because Ada needed to look bigger.

“Don’t scoff at me, I’m just trying to-” Ada spotted the chest. “Nice bust, Hornball.”

“Like I need you reminding me I’m-”

“I mean the plastic one.”

“Oh.”

Sylvia blushed at her misunderstanding and lifted up the old art piece to show it off, “Found it a few blocks away.”

“Nice,” replied Ada. Her eyes went a little glassy and her head started to turn slightly as she looked into the plastic face.

“Figure I can clean it up and sell it,” Sylvia continued, unaware of Ada’s enrapture. But her mention of disposing of the bust snapped Ada out of her trance.

“Sell it? Why would you want to get rid of it?”

“Well, I may have quit my job. Certainly got myself fired,” Sylvia replied shyly, unable to look her roommate in the eye, “So a bit of extra cash would probably come in handy.”

“I see,” laughed Ada, getting up from her chair. It wasn’t the reaction Sylvia was expecting. Ada was dressed in a short pink skirt and tank top that read “ENTER HERE” with an arrow pointing downwards. Sylvia sighed at her roommate. “Well, I know you hated that job. You’ll find something,” Ada added. Sylvia was silently grateful for the calm understanding.

“You’re heading out already?”

“I’m meeting a…” Ada thought for a moment, “…Georgie…yeah, Georgie, for lunch and a tour of Designer Park.”

“You’ve toured Designer Park.”

“Yes but she doesn’t know that. But I know where all the little private corners are.”

“In that case I guess I won’t be seeing her tonight.”

“No, I expect to pick up a different bust of my own this evening.”

Sylvia had stripped out of her clothes after Ada left and limped into the bathroom, wincing a little at her sore ankle. As she closed the door Sylvia stopped and looked at herself in the floor length mirror. She was a perfectly attractive woman, but right now couldn’t see it herself. She sighed, carefully stepped into the shower, and turned on the water. A cold spray hit her and she jumped back, wavering again on her bare foot.

“That was dumb,” Sylvia muttered to herself as she quickly adjusted the temperature. Her nipples had gone hard from the cold water, standing up about a quarter inch on her pert breasts. She grabbed the body soap and lufa and started to lather herself up. Her soapy fingers caressed her body, pressing gently into her soft flesh. She moved down around the curves of her ass and around front to caress the skin and unruly hair around her pussy. Sylvia wanted the same pleasure she’d experienced when she first moved into the apartment so badly, but now all that went through her head was how she’d have to trim her pubic hair again, one more imperfect thing about her. Sylvia wondered what the point was.

Pulling herself out of her funk Sylvia dried off and threw on her robe. She walked back to her bedroom and picked up one of her monologue books, collapsing on her bed. She flipped through it for a while but then tossed it aside. She’d decided she didn’t want to be reminded of anything related to the day’s events. She let her head hit the pillow. As she looked across her room and locked onto a plastic gaze Sylvia remembered there was one thing from the day she did want to investigate.

Sylvia pushed herself out of bed and picked the bust up from off the dresser. Turning back towards the bed she stared into the beautiful visage, and was lost in it as she took a step. It was then that her weakened ankle failed her. She stumbled forward, the bust leaping out of her hands.

And smashed onto the wooden corner of her bedframe. 

It happened so fast Sylvia didn’t have a single moment to comprehend all that had happened. One for a second shards of Bakelite were spraying over her bed and the floor. Then a flash of light and smoke erupted from the center of the shattering. A small burst of wind caught Sylvia in mid-stumble and pushed her back into her desk chair. As the smoke cleared and Sylvia turned her attention back to where she expected pieces of the bust to have fallen she found that a strange woman was standing in her bedroom.

The unfamiliar female was tall and scantily clothed. She wore decorative leather sandals on her feet, and sheer, satiny fabric ran down from her wide hips, just barely obscuring her perfectly shaped legs. A bejeweled leather thong wrapped between her legs and round ass, failing to obscure the teasing outer edges of her smooth labia. 

Her stomach was absurdly thin, tapering from the hips, and her chest was dominated by round breasts the size of basketballs that sat like perfect globes on her chest. A vest, also leather with jewels, barely contained the woman’s bosom. Her face - which Sylvia recognized as the one that had been captured the molding of the bust - was indeed amazing, with full lips, eyes that actually did sparkle, and a perfect nose that were all the more alluring in the flesh. Her dark hair was done up in the familiar ponytail.

The woman’s skin was nothing quite like any Sylvia had ever seen – it was actually a light pink. The woman was nearly a cartoon of femininity, and had Ada been present she would have cum in her panties twice already just by looking at her.

Sylvia practically did when the mysterious guest finally set her incredible eyes upon her.

“Thank you for freeing me, Master,” the woman said, bowing to Sylvia. Her deep cleavage seemed to go on forever. “What is your wish?”

“What?” Sylvia gasped.

“Excuse me for not properly introducing myself, I am Piala, the Genie of the Bust, and I am bound to grant three wishes to whomever summons me.”

Sylvia sat in silence still, not knowing what to do. Piala smiled.

“I know I can be a lot to take in. Perhaps I can help you accept the gift you have received,” said the genie, walking slowly towards Sylvia, her gate predatory and sexual, “I sense you are not happy with your body.”

Sylvia was finally beginning to understand what had just happened. Seated as she was she was towered over by this icon of womanly attributes, all of which were impossible to look away from.

“That’s…that’s right,” Sylvia eagerly agreed.

“Hmmm…” replied Piala, walking around Sylvia’s room before stopping in front of the bed. “I have observed from my containment what you humans called models. They are looked upon as paragons of femininity. They are given and dressed in clothing which your culture finds attractive, because they find the models attractive.”

“That’s true,” said Sylvia, standing up and being led towards the mirror by Piala.

“Then would you wish to be such a model?”

“Yes!” Sylvia exclaimed. This was fantastic; the genie knew exactly what she wanted.

“Then all you need do is wish it!” Piala turned and faced Sylvia, her face cocked, her mouth smiling.

“Yes! I wish I had the body of a model!” Sylvia shouted.

The genie’s eyes narrowed, as if Sylvia had said something unexpected, and then she shrugged and nodded in Sylvia’s direction.

“When will-” Sylvia was interrupted by an erotic wave passing through her body. She felt her legs thin and stretch, adding inches to her height. She slipped her hands underneath her robe and felt her ass perk up, becoming a pair of perfect half-globes. Her waist narrowed and toned, the extra flesh seemingly slipping into her hips, giving them a more womanly width. Her chest puffed out slightly, but not much. Sylvia realized that most serious models did not have huge chests. Her skin smoothed, and she could feel that her pussy had gotten wet from the experience. She started to walk closer the mirror when a second wave started.

Suddenly Sylvia felt her feet push themselves up onto her toes, as if she was walking in extremely high heels. Her body started to become stiff. She felt the pleasure in her pussy intensify and then suddenly become a constant buzz. Her skin crackled all over, like she had goose bumps everywhere. She felt lighter, and after a moment she found she could not move her body at all.

“What happened?” she said, nearly in panic.

“You didn’t wish what I thought you would,” the genie smiled, and motioned to the mirror Sylvia had started towards. Sylvia stared at it, and could not believe her eyes.

From what she could see through her open robe, her body, below the neck, had become that of a plastic store display model – a mannequin! She was lacking nipples and any detectable pussy. She could feel even her asshole had sealed up. She had gained, however, detachable limbs, removable at carious seams.

“Why did you do that?” Sylvia screamed, nearly panicking.

“Well, and I answer you only because I have to, I was trying to get out of granting two more wishes. I’ve become quite adept at getting my masters to wish themselves into positions where they can’t make any more wishes, and if you had wished to look like or be a model, you’d be entirely plastic and unable to speak – but completely aware and incredibly horny, and I’d have some free time to enjoy myself before your wishes defaulted and I was forced back into the reformed bust. But since I was bound to only change your body, I went ahead and enjoyed myself.”

“You bitch!” Sylvia shouted.

“Calm down, nothing you cannot fix with another wish. May I suggest-”

“No, no, you may not!” Sylvia shouted, her head jerking around but her body still unable to move, “Don’t say anything else! No more suggestions! I wish you just wouldn’t say anything anymore!”

The Piala’s eyes went wide, and she nodded. Then her fingers went to her mouth as her lips merged together, then sank into smooth pink skin that looked like one of her cheeks.

Sylvia had just wished away her mouth.

Piala’s arms wildly waved about in anger at the wide-eyed Sylvia, who cursed at herself for wasting a wish. The skin at the front of Piala’s face stretched as her jaw moved, puffed out as muffled air tried to escape but was blocked. There was nothing more Piala could do, and finally the genie sat down on the bed in a huff.

Sylvia tried to calm herself down, and ignore the constant erotic pulse that she suspected was a result of her pussy becoming plastic and sealing over. She tried not to think about how she was speaking, or how her fleshy head could even be alive perched atop a plastic body. Instead Sylvia knew she had to think this out. If she just wished for her old body back, then that would be three wasted wishes. Perhaps there was a way to use this last wish to fix everything. After all, she now had a smoking hot body, from what she could see in the mirror.

She just didn’t want it to be plastic.

Or to be stuck with breasts barely larger than what she’d had. Sylvia definitely wanted a new set of breasts to match her new body. But she knew she had to be careful. Sylvia was certain that the genie was just waiting for a chance to screw her over again, and there was no fourth wish to fix it. Sylvia wanted bigger breasts, but didn’t know how detailed to get without leaving herself open to reinterpretation. 

Wish for a celebrity’s breasts? The genie may use a different person with the same name. 

Just wish for a certain size? 

What about shape? 

And back pain? 

Sylvia glared at the genie, pissed that she had to be so careful about this. Then she realized something. 

“Okay,” Sylvia announced, still thinking out her exact wording. The genie looked up. “I wish the following was true of this plastic body; that it would become an actual flesh and blood woman’s body with non-detachable limbs and no changes to its measurements, being anatomically correct, particularly with a pussy that is eternally smooth and well lubricated, that the breasts I already have would become perfect, exact duplicates of your breasts in every way, and that I would suffer no pain from their weight.”

The genie’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then narrowed. A cheek twitched, but without lips Sylvia could not determine if the genie had smiled our scowled.

Suddenly the model-bodied woman felt another erotic wave pass over her, accompanied by the goosebump sensation. The seams vanished, warm soft flesh filling in the thin spaces. Sylvia could feel that her ass had returned to normal, her butt hole puckering up into its proper place. Her body gained mass again. She nearly came as her pussy bloomed out from between her legs, and her folds instantly had a wet shine to them. Sylvia fell backwards into the chair. She looked down across herself, seeing her gaping wet pussy between her thighs without hindrance. She was about to complain how her chest was still completely flat when she was interrupted by the most intense erotic surge yet. 

Sylvia stretched her back and moaned as two thick nipples the size of her thumbs formed like birthmarks before growing up from her skin like beanstalks. Beneath them she felt her breasts grow in and expand, the fabric of her robe that had been sitting on her flat chest being pushed aside. Sylvia could feel her skin growing tight as the tit flesh magically flowed within her, then the skin stretched to allow more ti fill her, and then repeat.

The transforming woman’s hands raised up massaged her engorged tits, her bald pussy dripping juices down her thighs onto the chair. Sylvia moaned loudly and stood up, but immediately fell over onto the bed, rubbing her legs together as she could also feel her nipples continuing to grow in size between her pinching fingers. Sylvia had landed on her chest, her expanding breasts pushing her body upwards off the bed. She rocked her body back and forth, her teats smashed against the fabric, her hands stroking her pussy and soaked clit, evening diving deep inside her gushing recesses. 

Finally, as the skin of her breasts tightened from their last growth and her nipples reached their final size, she came, screaming into her pill and cumming so strongly she sprayed her juices onto her robe and bedspread before passing out.

Chapter II

Sylvia opened her eyes slowly the next morning. She blinked a few times.

“What a dream…” she muttered to herself, pushing her hair back out of her face.

Then she wondered what she was laying on, and why her thighs felt sticky.

Sylvia pushed herself off the bed as fast as she could, throwing the uncomfortably stiff robe off her body as she did so. Sylvia went to stand, and stumbled – something was funny about her feet. She supported herself on the dresser and looked into the mirror and gasped.

Her body was gorgeous. Long trim legs led up to an incredible ass. Amazing hips tapered into a thin and gorgeous belly. Her skin was smooth and blemish free – and not a hair could be found on her torso or legs.

But that was not what she gasped at.

The breasts in the mirror sat on her chest round and firm. They were soft and pliable, but had no sag whatsoever. They were each easily the size of a volleyball. Her areola were the width of DVDs. Standing firm and proud on each breast sat a nipple at least the size of a shot glass, and maybe a little longer.

The skin of each breast was a light pink, her areolas and giant nipples a deep purple.

Sylvia took one hand and caressed the skin of her right breast, and cooed. The skin of her bulbous boobs was more sensitive than her old nipples had been, and her bare pussy began - already moist - heated up. When Sylvia took her other hand and touched her nipple her legs buckled. It was as sensitive as her clit. She’d jostled them as her body shook, and Sylvia was further aroused by how they bumped and rubbed each other. It would take little work to make her cum just from messaging her new tits.

But why were they pink?

Sylvia quickly realized what had happened. The genie had given her perfect copies of her own breasts, right down to the skin color. Just as Sylvia had legitimately asked.

“I guess I can deal with this…” Sylvia muttered, enjoying her profile. The right shirts, and a little toner…no one would know the difference in the dark. And the proper padding would obscure the obscene size of her new nipples.

Sylvia smiled and took a step forward, and stumbled again. Her giant breasts bounced all over her chest, wobbling and making it difficult for her to regain balance. This had not been from her ankle, which felt perfectly fine now. This was something different, something that had been altered about her new form.

“What is wrong with my feet…?” Sylvia couldn’t see them directly, since her breasts obscured anything beneath them. She lifted up one leg to see her foot in the mirror.

Her petite foot was completely stretched out, her sole practically parallel to the line of her calf. Sylvia realized the same was for the other foot – she was standing on her toes.

Permanently.

Sylvia did try to pull her toes up, to make her foot perpendicular to her leg, to stand flat-footed, but her feet wouldn’t move that way anymore. They were stiffly straightened straight down.

A twinge of fear passed through Sylvia. She remembered standing up on her toes when the genie had made her body that of a store mannequin. Sylvia had never specified in her wish that her feet bend back.

“Oh shit!” she realized. She had wished for her plastic measurements to stay the same. Standing on her toes had increased her height. She bet that she couldn’t stand flat-footed again because it would violate her own worded wish. She silently cursed herself.

“Well, it could be worse,” Sylvia sighed. She realized she didn’t have any shoes that would accommodate her new foot shape, but Ada might.

After a quick check about her room confirmed that the bust was indeed gone Sylvia stumbled naked out the door and into the living room. Ada’s room was down the hall, past the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, Sylvia slowly made her way towards her roommate’s bedroom. She had just gotten to the bathroom door and was leaning on it for support when it opened.

“Woah there,” Ada exclaimed as an arm and shoulder fell into the bathroom. Ada grabbed flailing limb and pushed, and Sylvia found herself teetering the other way now. She stumbled, caught herself on the couch, and turned around just in time to see the look on Ada’s face.

“Watch it, Hornball, I-” Ada stopped mid-sentence.

Sylvia stood, completely naked and practically posed with her legs spread and her glistening slit on display, leaning against the back of the couch. Ada was dressed only in her bra and panties, and was staring slack-jawed at her roommate.

There was a moment, and finally Sylvia had to end the silence.

“I found a genie,” said the pink-breasted woman, not sure what else to say.

“You…you…what?”

“There was a genie in that bust. I got wishes and I sort of...improved myself.”

“I…it’s the right face…but your body…” For now, Ada was too shocked to be turned on.

“Like it? Better than my old one?”

“I’d say so.”

“She…the genie…uh…disappeared, though, so you can’t use her. Sorry.”

Ada seemed to finally be wrapping her head around it.

“I guess I’m looking at the proof of your story right now,” Ada said, pulling herself together, “Why are your boobs pink? And what’s with your nipples?”

“Well, I wished for boobs exactly like the genie’s and I got what I wished for. I didn’t think they’d be the same color. Or that she had giant nipples. I couldn’t see them through her outfit. Damn sensitive, too. They’re nice though, soft. And don’t hurt.” 

Sylvia realized that her back didn’t feel any strain at all. She shook her chest left and right to illustrate their jiggleness despite how firm they looked. Her giant orbs made little slappy noises as they bumped against the sides of her body. Sylvia shuddered as each slap sent a little bolt to her juicy labia.

“May I?” Ada asked, walking up to her roommate.

Sylvia faked a sigh.

“I guess. But be careful, they are sensitive.”

Ada hesitated for a moment, and then cupped Sylvia’s giant volleyball breasts. Sylvia jumped, it had been a long time since someone had touched her like this. It also felt as if the touch of another person was even more sensual, and Sylvia couldn’t help but feel herself dribble down her thighs, accompanied by a guttural moan.

“That’s not nice,” Ada pouted, giving Sylvia’s breasts an extra little rub. Ada was extremely turned on seeing her roommate like this.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Sylvia gasped, grabbing the hands of a disappointed Ada. “Like I said - very sensitive.” Sylvia added,  “I need some shoes.”

“What do shoes have to do with anything?” Ada asked, distracted. Sylvia realized she could smell her own excitement, and so could her roommate.

“When I wished for a more attractive body I accidentally ended up with my feet stuck permanently like I’m wearing some ridiculous high heel. I need something I can stand better with.”

“Oh,” said Ada, and she bent over to look at Sylvia’s feet. It was then that she got a good look - and whiff - of  Sylvia’s hairless pussy.

“Shit, if I had a genie right now I’d wish you were again that hornball who was always so eager to fuck when we moved in together,” Ada muttered, turning towards her bedroom. Sylvia felt her breasts become warm, and then the feeling faded.

“Yeah…” Sylvia responded, a little light headed suddenly, “I’m sure you do.”

“I think I have just the thing for those feet of yours,” Ada responded. Sylvia caught a bit of her roommate’s ass in her pink panties as she zipped into her room. The pink-breasted woman found that she was was getting even wetter, and squeezed her legs together. An energy was filling her up, and eagerness that Sylvia had not felt within her for a long time. Sylvia brought her finger up to her lips and started to nibble it a bit, her other hand sliding down her body. 

Ada came back out of her room carrying a pair of black heels and stopped in her tracks.

“Sylvia?”

“Ada…you know, I was thinking…” Sylvia rotated her foot in the carpet, nearly bent over in lust, “…my breasts are just really…sensitive…and I think I need someone to help me understand just how sensitive.”

Ada tackled her roommate and both of their bodies fell back over the couch, Sylvia landing on her back and Ada on top of her. Ada’s bra brushed across Sylvia’s nipples, causing her body to shudder in ecstasy. Sylvia threw back her head and moaned as Ada undid her own bra. When Sylvia looked up again and saw her roommate’s round mounds and erect nipples hanging over her she lost herself. She grabbed Ada and the two of them shared a sloppy, lustful kiss as their tits fought against each other.

Ada finally pulled away from her roommate’s mouth, a long string of saliva stretching between them. She wiped it off with the back of her hand and began kissing down Sylvia’s neck, working her way towards her new pink tits.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sylvia gasped, pushing Ada upwards and guiding her over Sylvia’s head. “I want to try yours first.”

Ada bent forward so that her boobs and nipples hung directly over Sylvia’s face, who started licking Ada’s dangling breasts. As she did this Ada reached down and gripped Sylvia’s nipples. She was in ecstasy; she had never felt anything like the sensations coming from her oversized tits. Her pussy was gushing onto the couch. Sylvia reached around and grabbed Ada’s ass, rubbing her hands over it and tracing from her lower back to the undersides of her tits. This was when Ada decided to tweak and pull on Sylvia’s nipples.

Sylvia cried out in rapture as her slit exploded in a spray of her juices, the smell of her scent filling the room. Ada’s fingers artfully needed her roommate’s giant nipples, her thumbs caressing their tips, her fingers tight around their length, now pumping as if they were two little cocks. Sylvia never expected anything could feel so good. Even though she had just come, she was already becoming turned on again. Sylvia silently begged for Ada to finger her pussy, and was moving her own hands towards Ada’s and-

“I thought you said you two were just roommates.”

Ada suddenly stopped, rising up onto her knees while Sylvia fully laid back on the sofa, exhausted and basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. She didn’t know what was going on, and she didn’t care at first. Then Sylvia slowly began to wonder about the voice - who else was in the room? She lifted up her head to see…her breasts. She could feel Ada’s legs on either side of her thin, trim stomach - Ada was still straddling her, Ada’s heels pressed against the sides of Sylvia’s thighs. 

Sylvia looked to the side and saw that Ada had been talking to a brunette, about as tall as she used to be. The brunette’s body was a bit tomboyish, her breasts about the size of Sylvia’s originals. Her face, neck, and shoulders were lightly freckled. The girl’s eyes, nose, and lips were pleasant, but plain. She was wearing a green thong, but no bra.

“Sorry Barb,” Ada said, “I was washing myself off and walked into Sylvia, who apparently has…had a new boob job. I was just checking them out.”

“I’ll say you were,” scoffed Barb, her voice upset but maintaining a playful undertone.

“Do you want to see them?” Sylvia interrupted.

Barb turned to Sylvia.

“What, your breasts?” the third woman asked.

“Yeah.”

“Babe, I don’t think there’s anyone who can miss them,” Barb laughed. Sylvia looked down at her chest. Her breasts sat up as round globes, rippling with every breath. Her nipples were still tall, thick, and hard. There was no indication that they were softening with her afterglow. Sylvia noted that, despite her recent orgasm, she could feel that her pussy was still lubricating itself. And she was refilling that eagerness to feel that big O again.

“Would…would you like to feel them?” Sylvia had never asked such a fresh stranger to touch her like that, but she wanted another pair of hands on her breasts.

Badly.

Barb looked side-eyed at Ada, who motioned an encouragement and climbed off her roommate.

“Sure. Why not?” Barb replied, and she leaned over the couch. As Barb caressed  her pink titties Sylvia cooed and stretched, rubbing her thighs together. Ada didn’t know what to make of it all.

“This girl here is a real riot,” Barb laughed, pulling away. Sylvia slumped back in disappointment. “What’s with the color?”

“Oh, uh,” Ada jumped in, “It’s a bet we had. I didn’t think she’d actually dye them after the surgery. Looks like I lost, ha.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sylvia added, “I’ll take that money some other time I guess.”

“Good,” said Barb, who had walked around the couch to caress Ada’s ass over her panties, “Because we got some unfinished business from last night to get back to.”

“Oh, if we must,” Ada giggled, “I’ll catch up with you later, Sylvia.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Sylvia replied, disappointed as the two women disappeared back behind the closed door of Ada’s bedroom. Sylvia lied back on the sofa and wondered if she should ask if they wanted a third. But she shook the thought away.

What had gotten into her?

The thought quickly became, what hadn’t gotten into her. She was definately horny again. But not for just any attention; now she wanted to be filled.

“These damn things must feel the air conditioning…” Sylvia muttered, her nipples still yet achingly hard. She wobbled up onto her legs and dragged over the black high heels from where Ada had dropped them. Sylvia recognized them as the shoes Ada had worn for Halloween as a cat burglar. She slipped her stretched feet inside of them. The heels were insane but worked; however the straps needed adjustment. 

Sylvia stumbled into her room and sat on her bed. Using the mirror, she managed to adjust the shoes properly. She stood up, her enormous breasts bouncing and swaying. It took her a moment to learn her new center of gravity, but once she did she found she could stand, and even bouncily walk, with the shoes.

After making a few sexy circles in her bedroom, Sylvia stopped and looked at the mirror again. She ran her hands down her smooth skin, playing her fingers over the puffy lips of her pussy, then running them up the sides of her body and breasts.

“This girl seriously needs a dildo in her,” she said to herself. She had never had such a strong sense of emptiness before. But with this body, she was certain she could satisfy it. She just needed to get out the door and down the street without being arrested.

Sylvia pulled open her drawers and dumped out her clothes. She threw one pile onto the bed, some of the clothing falling to the floor. She reached down and grabbed it, her hand not far from where the unseen reformed bust lay under her bed. It had reconstituted itself near where it had shattered, and Sylvia had missed it earlier, just as she hadn’t seen it now.

The only underwear that would fit over her hips and full, round ass was an elastic thong that Ada had given her as a gag birthday gift, which Sylvia pulled on. Feeling it against the bare skin of her moist pussy caused her to moan and Sylvia fidgeted with it slightly. A black skirt from college just closed around her hips, the extra circumference of her ass pulling the hem of it only just south of the crease between thigh and butt. She found an old, white, nightshirt and put it over her head, slipped in her arms, and slowly pulled it down over her breasts.

Sylvia gasped as the fabric rubbed against her nipples. Each shot glass nip made huge tents leaving no secret to her excited anatomy. Sylvia knew she would have to order custom bras, and soon, just to keep her thick, long teats in check. She carefully tied off the bottom of the short, exposing her slimmed belly.

Considering herself adequately dressed Sylvia took two quick steps and immediately groaned. She’d stopped just short of orgasming, her nipples moving so roughly against the fabric was too much. Sylvia waited a beat as the flare in her loins cooled just enough to move her safely back from the edge, then she began walking more slowly. This worked; the slow wobble of her breasts within the shirt still turned her on, but the contact wasn’t so sharp that it would push her over the edge. The more meandering gate also gave her a very sensual strut, her breasts swaying while her hips swung back and forth atop her legs, her ass passing back and forth behind her. Sylvia put a light jacket on over her shoulders to add just a little more fashion to her look and left the apartment.

Chapter III

Sylvia had never gotten so many looks from people before in her life. Both men and women were staring at her, and the long walk had teased her to the point of wanting to grab the next person she saw on the street and fucking them right there. Her goal had been the bar down the block from her apartment, but Sylvia wasn’t sure if she’d make it. She stopped and leaned on a railing to catch her breath, to let her drooling pussy calm down. Her breasts hung heavy within her shirt, wobbling slightly before settling down.

“Are you alright?”

Sylvia glanced over her shoulder behind her, from where the woman’s voice had originated. She was a jogger, Sylvia guessed the woman was in her mid-thirties. She had short wispy light-brown hair, some of which was matted lightly to her face from a sheen of sweat. Sylvia could not keep her eyes from glancing up and down the jogger’s form, ample breasts practically burst from a pink sports bra, and a pair of black lycra jogging shorts with a pink stripe that were tightly wrapped around a pert ass that had certainly benefited from her workout routine. Pink sneakers completed the ensemble.

And Sylvia could tell she wasn’t the only one looking with interest.

“I…I just need to catch my breath,” Sylvia said coyly, well aware that her bent posture meant the shortness of the skirt was just teasing out the lower curve of her butt cheeks.

“I know what you mean,” replied the jogger. She put out one hand. “I’m Chanel.”

Sylvia took it.

“Sylvia.”

“Well, Sylvia, where were you headed?”

“Down to the corner bar. I wanted to...get something in me.”

“I see…” Chanel smiled, picking up on Sylvia’s innuendo, “You know, I live in this building, would you like to come up for...a drink?”

“I’d love you.”

Chanel unlocked her apartment and lead Sylvia in. In the elevator up Sylvia had already initiated some light petting, first complimenting Chanel’s bra before playing her fingers around where the elastic and billowing breast-flesh met, tracing the zipper that ran down the front of it. Now as they entered Chenel’s apartment each of them had slid their hands down to the other’s ass. Sylvia giggled and looked around. It was a little disorderly, but not bad. A chair and sofa sat near a TV mounted to the wall, a kitchen and bathroom had entries off to the side, and two bedrooms had doors across from those.

“Please excuse the mess, my roommate rarely does her half of the chores after her shift,” Chanel explained, “I’ll get us a drink.”

As Chanel walked over towards the kitchen, Sylvia made her way to the sofa. When the elevator had stopped it had sent her breasts jiggling and her nipples brushing all within her shirt. Chanel had also led Sylvia brusquely to her apartment, and her pussy was on fire with arousal. She was honestly surprised she could still stand. Sylvia slipped her jacket off her shoulders and slinked onto the back of the sofa. She pushed forward her arms, enhancing her massive cleavage.

“Oh Chanel,” she called, “Why don’t we save the drinks for later, hmm?”

Chanel turned from the cabinets and stopped in her tracks. She put down the glass she was holding and smiled.

“Well, if you’d prefer to get comfortable…” as Chanel approached her visitor she grabbed the zipper at the center of her sports bra and slowly slid it down. Breasts like honeydew melons poured out of the soft stretchy material, which slipped off Chanel’s shoulders and landed on the floor behind her. Chanel came close enough that Sylvia could take in the scent of sweat and lycra, which actually excited her all the more. Sylvia’s pussy was soaking through her thong and to her skirt.

Sylvia stretched up her body, displaying her bulbous tits more prominently. Chanel sat down on the back of the couch and ran her fingers up the inside of Sylvia’s shirt, brushing lightly over the sides of her magically enhanced breasts. Sylvia gasped and tried to roll down onto the cushions of the couch, but Chanel held her up.

“I can see pretty well what’s under there,” Chanel smiled, nodding at Sylvia’s boobs before sliding her hands down her body to the waistline of her skirt, “Now let’s see what’s under here.”

Chanel adeptly unclasped Sylvia’s skirt and let it slide down her smooth supple legs. She ran her hands around Sylvia’s thighs and grabbed her firm ass cheeks, massaging them with her palms.

Sylvia did find this sexy, but having her ass fondled wasn’t half as erotic as her new jugs. She did want to have some play time, but right now Sylvia just wanted to come. She took a step back, a teasing smile on Sylvia’s face, and she pulled her shirt off over her head, hissing as the fabric dragged over her tits and the slapped together as they were freed. Tossing the top to the side Sylvia gave a come-hither smile and again squeezed them.

“First play with my titties,” she said breathily, “Suck on my big nippies.” 

Chanel smiled but sighed.

“Those do look fun, especially with the pink highlighting, but I’m as ass lass myself,” she said wistfully, “I wish you your ass as fun for you as your breasts.”

Sylvia felt her bust become warm again, and she was light headed. As she shook away the sensation Chanel stood up, walked over to her, and again slid her hands around Sylvia’s thighs and gripped her rear, which felt spongier and jigglier than just a few moments before.

This time Sylvia cried out as Chanel’s fingers gripped her ass, her legs going weak. Chanel adeptly massaged her and pinched her, running a finger down her crack then around her sides and up again. Her ass felt on fire with arousal, and Sylvia finally came.

“OH YES!” Sylvia screamed out, and she felt herself squirt into the front of her thong, the juices dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.

“Damn, were you just tense? You were holding out on me,” Chanel laughed, moving her hands up Sylvia’s body again. Sylvia’s butt had never felt like that before, but as Chanel’s hands returned to Sylvia’s breasts she forgot all about that. As Chanel grabbed them Sylvia threw her head back and her pussy went into overload. Sylvia rushed her hands down to it and began to knead her labia through the thong. She pushed her thumb down beneath the fabric and felt for her clit through her cumming fluids.

“I’ll admit, these are fantastic,” Chanel mused, bouncing Sylvia’s boobs in her overwhelmed hands. She leaned forwards and pushed her head into the warm and soft cleavage. Sylvia nearly passed out as she felt Chanel’s tongue dart out, hair brushing against Sylvia’s skin. After licking her for a few minutes, Chanel pulled her face away, her lips and cheeks glistening in her own saliva.

“Wow, I wish my roommate had nipples like yours, and even titties half as big. Maybe then she could take fewer shifts and actually have time to clean.”

Sylvia’s breasts went warm again.

Across town Agatha Cruben, better known by her stage name of Glitter, was enjoying her day at the spa, a quarterly treet to herself that doubled as a tax right-off; after all, as a stripper it was a business expense keeping her body looking good. Two cucumber slices sat on her eyes as she settled into her private mud bath.

Lost in the zen of her pampering Glitter didn’t notice the mud around her chest start to shift and flow away from her body. The small apricot pillows that had been well covered over moments before  were slowly growing out into apples. The mud pushed more and more away as her breasts grew into oranges, and then broke the surface of the mud as Glitter’s new grapefruits emerged. Glitter assumed that the strange tingling and  she extra weight was just the mud doing its work. But why was she suddenly…turned on? 

Two smaller nubs atop her expanding mounds started to push through the mud caked over her breasts. Glitter’s once-small nipples grew more and more. the fleshy teats growing through the wet muck to stand tall and proud out of the bath. Obscured by the mud, her areola nearly covered the entire front of each expanded knocker. Soft at first, her new teets stiffened and were soon the size of a double-shot glasses. They wobbled as Glitter fidgeted in the bath, more and more turned on from the wish acting on her.

It would be a few more minutes, as the mud started to dry, before Glitter would remove the cucumbers and investigate the strange feelings. Wet muddy hands slowly rose from the clean much and gripped her new flesh, as wide - and pleased - eyes looked on.

Following her second wish Chanel had excused herself and disappeared into one of the bedrooms, a look of mischief on her face. Sylvia’s mind was still a little addled from her rapid-paced orgasms, and she leaned back to rest on the couch. She gasped as her ass made contact with the rough material. Not only did a shock zip straight to the wet slit between her legs, but Sylvia’s butt had bumped the couch earlier than she had expected.

There hadn’t been much time for Sylvia to think about this, for at that moment Chanel reappeared from the bedroom. She was nude, save for a bright purple rubber strap-on belted securely around her waist. Sylvia’s eyes went nearly as wide as her smile.

Both were eager, and things moved quickly. Sylvia spun around and raised her freshly sensitive ass into the air, and Chanel was quickly upon her. Sylvia moaned, first as she felt Chanel’s hands and thighs on her butt, then again as she felt the thick latex toy push through her lower lips. It wasn’t the biggest Sylvia had ever experienced, but Chanel was clearly experienced in how to use it.

They worked together to pump, Chanel briefly running her hands up Sylvia’s back, around her sides, and jostling the big pink tits that were hanging over the sofa. The rubber shaft plunged forward into Sylvia’s wet hot canal, and pushed backwards against Chanel’s pleasure points. They grunted together, the sweat making their skin nearly as shiny as the toy within them.

As their bodies ground together Chanel managed to gasp out some words.

“Does that...feel good?”

Sylvia whimpered out an, “Mmm hmmm…”

“Fuck, I wish I had a real cock like this strap-on, one that could satisfy us both!”

Sylvia had heard Chanel’s wish through their fog of fucking, and giggled to herself. How would that look? Chanel with a big purple rubber dick between her legs, constantly hard and ready no matter how many times she’d cum? The rubber belt fused smoothly with her skin, sealing up her pussy - who would need it with a cock to use? - but allowing a purple pucker for Chanel’s asshole. Sylvia hadn’t seen any balls, maybe instead of cum Chanel would expel scented oils that built up in her encased and helpless horny slip.

Add of course, to satisfy Sylvia, it’d have to be a bit bigger with some more ridges.

As Sylvia finished her musings she felt her breasts grow warm.

And her pussy get fuller.

“Oh, oh wow…” Chanel exclaimed, not caring about a warm pinch she felt around her hips because everything about her dildo being inside of Sylvia suddenly felt a hundred times better. It was as if she could feel the entire length of the rubber penis engulfed by Sylvia’s amazing cave, and as it expanded and the surface of her cock shifted Chanel grabbed Sylvia’s hips and pushed into her even further.

Sylvia shouted out in bliss as the dick within her stretched her hole a half inch wider and drove nearly two inches deeper. Her tits were bouncing against the back of the couch, and Chanel was bangng her thighs against Sylvia’s ass.

After just a minute of this they were both screaming out in exceptional pleasure, Sylvia gasping as she felt something pleasant and warm fill her, and Chanel panting as she felt her first ejaculation. Both of them were exhausted, particularly Chanel. She stepped backwards, lightheaded, and her new rubber phallus slowly pulled out of Sylvia, it’s new ridges causing Sylvia’s afterglow to punctuate with more bolts of bliss. Chanel popped out of Sylvia’s pussy and staggered a moment, before falling forward, rolling over the couch and onto her back atop its cushions.

Sylvia, despite her exhaustion, had managed to duck under Chanel’s legs, but her body was too tired to do anything more. Despite trying to fight it, Sylvia lost herself into a quick nap, draped over the back of Sylvia’s couch, her erotic ass and dripping glistening lower lips bared for all to see on one side, and her big pink boobs draped over the other.

to be continued...