by resupplied69 » Wed Feb 21, 2018 10:30 am
Sorry it's been so long. Hopefully this is worth the wait...
Chapter 29: Comfort Zone
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Zoe started to wake from a dreamless sleep. The roar of the planes arriving into Heathrow Airport on morning arrivals was somehow immediately comforting. She knew where she was. Zoe Jones was back home.
A break in the clouds outside beamed a bright line of morning sunlight through her bedroom window an into her eyes. Turning her head to one side she felt the dampness of her pillow. Zoe had cried herself to sleep last night. She remembered practically collapsing into her mother's arms into a barely comprehensible flood of tears.
Zoe Jones's glamour modelling dreams had become a nightmare.
Zoe sat up and moved round to sit on the edge of her single bed. She looked around at her bedroom, still decorated like that of a teenage girl - posters of her favourite band, soft toys, trophies from dance and majorette competitions. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt with a ridiculous, huge, typographic 'Think Big!' logo splashed across it. Reaching up to cup her braless breasts through her T-shirt she shuddered as she felt their smallness and emptiness.
It was as if the last two years - her boobs getting big, the brief superstardom as a busty glamour model and the last few months of agony as it all just slipped away - hadn't happened.
She heard a knock on the door and looked up to see her Mum enter the room.
"Hey there love. I'm pleased you managed to get some sleep". She sat next to Zoe on the bed and put her arm around you. "I could hear you crying".
Zoe started to dissolve into sobs and moved closer into her mother's comforting embrace.
"It's not fair Mum, it's just not fair. No one wants me anymore because my boobs have shrunk"
"It's OK…. You're safe here. Dad and I will take care of you." Zoe snuffled away, the tears slowly beginning to stop. "I have to go to work now at the airport. You can stay here as long as you like. There's breakfast stuff in the kitchen"
Her mum stood up and walked to the door. "Have something to eat and have a bath. You'll feel better then. I'll be back just after six. There are still some of your clothes in the drawers, so there is something to wear. Oh, and Sammie's here. She's downstairs. She's really looking forward to seeing you."
Zoe padded into the kitchen barely looking at her sister sitting at the table.
"Hey there superstar" said Sammie, smiling "How are you?"
"I'm fine" said Zoe through gritted teeth, reaching up for a box of Frosted Flakes in the cupboard.
"I didn't expect to see you back home" smirked Sammie "I thought you'd be jetting off somewhere and getting your boobs out"
Sammie tried to ignore her. She poured a huge bowl of flakes, added the milk, then sprinkled sugar on top.
"You look different" chirped Sammie. "Have you lost weight?"
"Fuck off Sammie" said Zoe, turning round and glaring at her sister.
"You have!" said Sammie triumphantly, looking directly at Zoe's chest "and I can see where from"
"Fuck you!" screamed Zoe, storming back to her room and angrily devouring the sugary cereal.
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Zoe avoided looking in the bathroom mirror as she stripped down and entered the shower. Stepping into the cubicle and closing her eyes the water seemed to wash away the awfulness of the last few days.
"Remember how things were" said a soothing voice in her mind.
Zoe felt a tingling feeling build in her breasts. She reached up and cupped them. They gave a little quiver as they got…fuller?
Zoe looked down and gasped as she watched her breasts become larger, fuller and more satisfying. She caressed each breast gently as she expanded to a D cup, then a DD, then an E.
"Remember how things were" said the voice again soothingly.
"Yes… I am…" said Zoe, looking down and smiling as her titflesh overflowed her delicate hands. "I'm...getting big again!"
Zoe sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them, Brad Milano was standing in front of her, naked. His throbbing erection was all the signal she needed.
Zoe knelt in front of Brad. With a shimmy of her shoulders her breasts jiggled and Brad's cock nestled in her warm, soapy cleavage.
Mashing her firm breasts together with her hands she enveloped Brad's hard cock with her magnificent breasts. It was all coming back to her now. Bobbing up and down, her soapy 34FFs glided back and forth. Zoe locked eyes with Brad, who had said nothing since he appeared in the cubicle. Her big blue eyes looked deep into Brad's brown eyes and it all came back to her.
The boy she stole from another girl when she was 18. There she was in her bedroom, giving her first titfuck with her DDs.
Suddenly she was in that girl's bedroom watching her cry her eyes out after Zoe's titfucking her boyfriend had been splashed all over her social media like his cum had been all over Zoe's growing tits.
Each titfuck seemed to go by in a flash.
A married rich guy cumming between her 34Es in a nightclub toilet just after her glamour model debut.
The Editor of BONKERS! Magazine in his office in return for being given her first magazine cover with her 34Fs.
The boyfriend of her former best friend.
Lee Pennington
A whole array of star football players, many of whom were married.
Each cum burst flashed by like a fast intercut in a film. Each man grunting as he burst between Zoe's incredible breasts.
"You were titfucking your way to the top" said the voice again.
Suddenly she was back in the shower again with Brad, his thrusts becoming more forceful. In her mind she briefly glimpsed the Hollywood superstars, rock stars and American millionaires for whom she could have fulfilled a big tit fantasy. She saw herself titfucking a major Hollywood Producer. She saw herself in a bikini, strutting in front of the camera on a Hollywood film set.
Then, the tingling started again.
She looked down to see her breasts start to deflate like leaking balloons
"No! No! Please! Not again"
She squeezed her breasts hard around Brad's cock in an attempt to keep it gripped in her cleavage, but that only seemed to accelerate their deflation. Deep stretchmarks opened up again on the top of her breasts as she dropped down through the cup sizes.
32F…32E…32DD….32D….32C… Zoe's breasts melted away like tears in the rain.
Brad's cock softened. Zoe interlocked her fingers to stop his increasingly flaccid member from slipping out between her shallowing cleavage.
"Gnnnn…Noooooo!!!!! I'm shrinking!!" screamed Zoe as Brad's cock flopped out and, like a ghost, he vanished into the steam and spray of the shower. "Come back!!!!"
Zoe was left, kneeling under the shower, rocking backwards and forwards on her knees in a pale imitation of her titfucking action. "My boobs!" she wailed cupping her sagging, deflated breasts "why have you taken my boobs?!"
Sammie stood in the open doorway to the bathroom videoing the scene on her smartphone. "You were so smug when your boobs blew up" thought Sammie, tantalized by the damage the video would make if it found its way onto the internet. "This is payback"
[to be continued….]
