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Susan Lets It Go To Her Head
by Looney (address withheld)
***
Scheming Susan gets more than she bargained for in a
breast enhancer. (MF, v, sn, size)
***
Once upon a time there was a woman named Susan. More
than anything else in life, Susan wanted. She wanted
anything and everything she could get. Luckily for
Susan, she had been born with many of the attributes
needed to achieve her goals. Her intellect was
certainly above average, and her personality contained
ample portions of superficial charm, greed,
selfishness, and vanity, with a rather complete lack of
morals and scruples which allowed her to backstab any
competition and sleep with just about anyone if it
would help her cause.
Still, Susan had only managed to achieve a limited
amount of success in her less than 30 years. Clearly,
there was something wrong. Perhaps it was the cruelty
Susan demonstrated towards those she felt were beneath
her, a group that included the majority of the
population, or the callous and insensitive way she
treated those who got close to her, including her
lovers, the kinder of whom invariably ended up hurt and
confused by Susan's emotional torture chamber, the rest
of whom invariably got fed up with how much of a pain
in the ass she could be and dumped her.
Susan, however, had decided that the something wrong
was physical. Susan was certainly attractive: taller
than average, long dark blonde hair, an exceptionally
pretty face that featured a prominent mole above the
left corner of her mouth, and long and shapely legs.
What Susan didn't have was breasts, well, not much at
any rate.
This was a constant source of frustration and anger for
her, but because she was deathly afraid of medical
procedures, she refused to have any surgery to enhance
the situation. She typically wore loose turtleneck
sweaters, short skirts, and high heels in an attempt to
highlight her strong points and camouflage her
deficiencies. Sure, she had achieved some success this
way...but it was far from what she wanted.
One day, Susan was at a nearby holistic pharmacy,
looking for something herbal to soothe herself after
missing out on a chance to work an important client at
her job (Susan was also something of a whining
hypochondriac when she didn't get what she wanted). One
particular item she hadn't seen before caught her eye.
It was a bottle with the word "Enhancer" written on the
label in large print. Inspecting the rest of the label,
she only saw a more-or-less typical list of new-age
ingredients, followed by writing in a language and in
characters she didn't recognize.
Skeptical but curious, and not entirely sure why, she
took it up to the counter. "What's this stuff about?"
she asked the man who ran the store.
The man, who had dealt with Susan on plenty of prior
occasions and knew how difficult she could be, looked
up slowly and sniffed, "That's new."
Susan huffed and spoke as if she were addressing a
hopelessly clueless child. "I know it's new, what I
want to know is, what the hell does it do? It looks
like some kind of scam."
The man behind the counter stared at her. "Not as far
as I know. Got it in on consignment a couple of weeks
ago. I've only had a couple of customers buy it, but
one of them told me the next time they were in that it
made her feel great. Big increase, I think that's how
she put it."
Susan arched her eyebrow. For some reason, the man's
words put her completely at ease, and actually made her
want to buy the stuff. And buy it she did. She didn't
even think to ask about the strange writing.
When she got back home, Susan decided to sample the
merchandise. She took two pills. Within a minute she
felt something, something strange. It took her a few
more minutes to figure out what was happening. She
looked down at her breasts. Susan was wearing a typical
non-work outfit for her: loose black turtleneck
sweater, black tights, and leather thong sandals.
She could have sworn that somehow her turtleneck
sweater was tighter around her chest. She went into her
bedroom and took off her sweater. There was no doubt
now--her black bra was clearly tighter than usual. She
got the tape measure out and wrapped it around her
upper body. It seemed she had grown a full inch in the
bust! Susan's sexy mole pulsated over her lips as her
mouth shaped into an evil grin. She knew what she had
to do.
Over the next few months, Susan was a master of patient
planning and execution. Taking two pills every two
weeks, she increased her breast size several inches.
During that time, through her usual game of
backstabbing and sex, which included fucking both
clients and upper management, she was able to take over
most of the high-profile clients in the organization.
Interestingly, while many of the men and women there
had clearly noticed the change in her look, no one
seemed to be aware of just how huge an increase there
had been in her breasts.
Susan had always kept an ear close to the grapevine,
and all she heard were a few whispers here and there
about implants. Otherwise, it was the usual tripe about
her--the women cursed her behind her back, called her
slut, and wondered why none of the men was able to
figure out her true character, while the men just
thought she was hotter than ever.
Susan had received two promotions during this time. Now
the time had come for the biggest fish of all. If she
was successful in impressing the number one client, she
would control every important account, and the
organization was well on its way to being hers. Of
course, her boss, who was completely enamored with her
at this point and to whom she had made a point of
giving a blow job on a regular basis, didn't realize
this was her ultimate goal, a thought that never failed
to make Susan laugh.
Her opportunity would come at a presentation for which
she had assumed total control and responsibility. The
word had always been that this client, an older man,
had a big thing for women with big tits, and now,
finally, Susan was more than qualified to meet his
standards.
Susan had noticed something during her rise to the top
that was confirmed by the relatively limited nature of
the gossip about her. The increasing size of her
breasts had worked almost like magic, although all
measurements confirmed that it was very much real. She
began to view the phenomenon as something like
hypnosis, and in fact had tried her theory out on a
male co-worker.
Usually, Susan took her pills at home, but on that day,
she took the pills right in front of the man,
dismissing them away as vitamins. Within the usual
minute, her breasts had increased. More importantly,
her co-worker's demeanor had gone from casual
flirtation to outright fascination shortly thereafter.
Susan considered this to be her greatest weapon in her
quest for power, and planned to use it freely during
her big opportunity.
The day of the presentation arrived. That morning,
Susan got ready for the show. Although her breasts were
now several inches larger than before, she still
usually dressed in turtleneck sweaters, only now,
instead of concealing her shame, they were emphasizing
her gain, in what she could still rationalize as a
"conservative" look. Susan slipped on her favorite, a
bright red rib-knit sweater made of silk and lycra
which had an incredibly high turtleneck collar and very
long sleeves.
Susan pulled the collar up all the way so that it
reached her forehead, then folded it perfectly in half,
so that it came up just below her chin. She thought
this red turtleneck would be perfect, because as tight
and clingy as it was now, its material would still
accommodate what she was planning.
Applying her makeup, taking extra steps to call
attention to her mole, Susan couldn't help thinking how
incredible she looked in that sweater, especially
since, for obvious reasons, she was not wearing a bra.
Susan then put on the rest of her outfit: short black
skirt to emphasize her bare legs (old habits and vanity
die hard), long black blazer, and black spiked high
heeled open toe slide sandals.
Finally, she went to the bottle and took out a half-
dozen pills, which she transferred to a small
traveler's size container that she placed in the pocket
of her blazer. Susan took one last look at herself in
the mirror and smiled wickedly. She thought back at all
the people she had screwed, all the lies she had told,
all the nasty things she had done. Susan regretted none
of it, and now, she would reap her reward...
Susan stood in front of the client and the boss and
began her presentation. She knew the client was ogling
her, and that filled her with an almost obscene
satisfaction. There was a mirrored window in the room,
and she caught a look at her reflection. There was no
doubt that Susan, wearing her red turtleneck, black
blazer, black mini-skirt, and black high heeled
sandals, was the total package. And there was even less
doubt that Susan knew it. The time had come.
Acting according to her plan, Susan coughed a couple of
times. Apologizing for allergies, she reached for the
pitcher of water in front of her, and slipped her hand
into her jacket for the pills. She swallowed all of
them. Almost a minute later, Susan felt the usual surge
in her chest. She noticed both the boss and the client
staring at her in lust, so she smiled and removed her
blazer. Susan knew that the increase this time would be
substantially more than usual, and she wanted everyone
to get a good look at what would happen.
Susan kept on with the presentation as her breasts
continued to expand. Catching a look at the window, she
couldn't believe herself how big she was getting. The
confidence she had in her turtleneck was well placed,
as it continued to expand along with her breasts.
Nothing could stop Susan now!
Suddenly, the sensation ended. Susan figured that was
the end of it, and was quite pleased with the results
she had obtained. The client then spoke up, asking if
there was really any need for any further discussion,
that Susan had impressed him so much he was willing to
become her client right there and then. Susan's smile
was viciously self-satisfied as she reached out to
shake the client's hand. Before she could, she felt
another rush in her chest that startled her. She looked
at her hand, and was puzzled: the sleeves of this
turtleneck usually covered half her hand even with her
arm extended, but now, her wrist was exposed.
Susan felt the rush again and began to sweat. She
looked at her reflection in the window, and was almost
fainted. Susan saw that her breasts had continued to
grow at an enormous rate, and suddenly realized that
this new growth was causing something to happen to the
rest of her. Susan's red turtleneck was tightening
around both her chest and her neck as this new
expansion continued unchecked. She stepped back from
the client, who was now looking at her in shock, and
stole another glance in the window.
There Susan saw herself, her bloated torso wrapped
tightly in a bright red turtleneck sweater, with a
short black skirt that now looked like a napkin on top
of bare legs and a pair of high heeled sandals.
Susan panicked. She tried to run from the room, but was
betrayed by the heels of those sandals as she tripped
and landed directly on her enormous breasts. Susan
immediately felt something different in her chest, and
was relieved beyond belief when her breasts began to
deflate.
Relief soon turned to terror, however, as Susan
realized that as her chest was deflating, her head was
inflating. Susan screamed. She took another look at the
window and saw her huge head and face, her sexy mole
more prominent than ever, tottering on a neck and torso
covered in her ruined red turtleneck. Susan screamed
again and kept on screaming. She did not stop until the
explosion.
Word of what had happened swept quickly through the
organization. Naturally, most people refused to believe
some of the more outlandish details. However, those who
had seen Susan's body laying on the floor of the
presentation room, black high heeled open toe slide
sandals on her feet, short black skirt covering her
hips, bright red turtleneck sweater covering her neck,
arms, and torso, and nothing but a mess of blood, bone,
hair, and tissue where her head had been, tended to
give the story more credence, especially those who had
noticed how stretched out of shape her turtleneck was.
Of course nobody knew the cause. That was because
nobody could read the strange writing on the label of
the bottle, the warning against taking more than 2
pills at a time, the warning that an impact to the
breasts while they were in the process of being
enhanced could result in "other less flexible body
parts being affected."
Susan's death was officially explained as a suicide,
and no one took the time to question that. The irony
was that Susan had always believed that her breasts
would bring about her downfall, but as it turned out it
wasn't her breasts that had ultimately betrayed her, as
she had expected. It was her head.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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