This choice: Barbara isn't finished with your torment. • Go Back...Chapter #7Barbara isn't finished with your torment. by: Mr. George   "You know I don't think those hancuffs are necessary." Barbara's voice seeming to surround you. The chill touch of the metal vanishing in that instant, you tug the pajamas closed. Mortified to be displaying your full ripeness so openly.
"Such feminine modesty. There may be hope for you... as a decent woman, rather than your failure as a man."
"Sorry, babs..." you address the empty air. Unsure what angle she was watching you from.
Without warning, you feel your pajamas vanish. Scuttling backwards, you only stop as the headboard and wall block any further retreat.
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"You know you always wanted me to be..." Barbara's voice trailing off. Shaking your head, you dread what's coming, even as you stammer over some babble, as you try to excuse your crass comments.
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A squeal of protest, as your bust surges. The weight tugging at your shoulders sending you rocking forward before you can adjust.
"You know I can actually see the appeal..." Barbara's voice barked in cruel amusement.
Your snatch at your expanded bust, hoping to smother it smaller, hoping against hope to reduce it to more manageable proportions. Almost instantly, you recoil. Your nips electric, the shock was rooted in the mortifying sensual needy warbling moan you uttered. The shock of pleasure that flushed through your body.
"Please... Please Babs..." you beg, sincerely. Hating how needy and submissive you sound.
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You imagine you can hear Barbara shaking her head, but it's a resigned sigh.
"Can you remember saying 'Bigger is better, but biggest is best."
You choke, it was more a drunken confession. She'd recorded on her phone, your glazed eyes telling of your drunken state. But, the unsteady hands were miming a bust that couldn't be borne.
"I was druuunnnk..." you wail in defeat.
"But, not all those times I caught you ogling my best friend." The voice snarls.
Recoiling, you feel your body has changed again. You know the face you'll see in any mirror. Jasmine: Whose sense of fashion you loved, you never hoped to imitate.
You barely fit in the violet outfit. Cut to tease your cleavage, and cling to your butt.
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A single, simple knot resting against the back of your neck... used to suggest a certain readiness, eagerness even. Now as it lies beneath your ponytailed hair, it feels like a weakness, a vulnerability to be undone with an accidental jerk.
"Bigger is better..." Babs voice was hissing.
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And just like that your body transforms. Your bust becoming bigger than your head. Each full breast, heavy and awkward. Your back aching, your waist grumbling, your tummy taut, and your rump a perfect counterbalance to that bust.
"But, biggest is best!" The icy fury in Babs' tone was terrifying.
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You lurch as your balance shifts once more. Your waist just as inadequate, now connecting a fuller rump, and a heavier bust.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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