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Pumped Up Masseuse
anythinghanes:
First story, please keep it civil and let me know if you have any suggestions! So far, I've left Casey and Sam's gender unspecified. I can take it both ways, so please vote in the poll!
Kristen Stearn, Kris to her friends, parked her car behind a strip of storefronts, ignoring the looks her car got in this part of town as it squeaked and rattled. All she wanted to do was eat her lunch before her shift started, and so briskly walked through a back door marked Sandals Therapeutic Massage. As she placed her tupperware on the table, she stretched and groaned. Being a massage therapist didn't mean that her own muscles weren't tight and sore; better take the few minutes she could before her next few clients.
"Kris!" She jumped, startled as Sonia, her studio's owner poked her head in. "Whoa, sorry 'bout that. Since you're early, If you're up for it, clock in, you have a walk in; it's your regular - Casey."
"Casey? Sure! I could do it before my one o'clock, if I can take my lunch after?" Kris perked up with a smile; Casey was one of her favorite regulars. A great tipper, supremely well dressed, a bod that just wouldn't quit, and they made the cutest little noises when she worked out a knot. She shook herself out of her distraction, as Sonia replied.
"... have about 20 between Casey and your one; You prep, they'll be in room 7!" Sonia called back, her voice fading as she walked back to the front desk.
Kris stood, putting her lunch back into the fridge, and stood at the sink washing her hands. Stretching her arms and wrists before the sink and mirror, Kris stared at her reflection. 5'10", 23, slim and attractive with long blonde hair and pearly white teeth, she fit in perfectly here in the Valley. Kris sighed, and deflated. Who was she kidding? Her hair was a mess, her uniform shirt plain and drab. Here… she was nothing special. While Kris was the hottest thing in her small Iowa town, here in SoCal, she was just one of hundreds of beautiful blondes hoping for their big break. Kris sighed, as she brought her hair into some semblance of order; if only Casey wasn't so far out of her league.
As she walked to room 7, she mused: At least I have a career as a masseuse - it certainly pays far better than the waitressing gig I started with! Can't believe I make more than Gina, but then again, she's only gotten bit parts. As Kris knocked on the door to room 7, she heard a muffled "come in!" As she stepped in, she took a breath. Casey was artfully covered only by a thin sheet, barely concealing their stunning physique. Kris wouldn't be surprised if they were a underwear model, and greedily raked her eyes over the sweep of their glutes, before Casey levered up to look at her.
Kris snapped her eyes to Casey's face before they could catch her. With a genuine smile on her face, "Nice to see you again Casey! What can I do for you today? Neck, shoulders, back?"
“Back and shoulders please.”
Kris sighed. Clearly, her attention wasn't reciprocated here. It figured; Casey never gave her a second glance because they’ve got access to girls much hotter than she, who don’t work in massage parlors. Still, at least she got to touch this living sculpture. As she worked her fingers into Casey’s traps to ease the knots there, softly grunting, there was a buzz. Caseys phone had vibrated itself awake with a notification; a photo posted to some social media. As Kris glanced at it, her mind froze. As her fingers and hands continued through muscle memory alone, she couldn't think of anything else, even as the screen timed out. A woman, just like her in almost all respects except one; boobs so big, round and firm they appeared to eclipse her head. Even as she shook her head and concentrated on the knots across Casey's shoulders, a blush spread and the thought wouldn’t go away. Is this what Casey is into? *WOMAN*s with more plastic than brains? Those tits must be so heavy!... As the massage came to an end, Kris desperately needed the time Casey needed to dress to just barely suppress her blush, even if she still couldn’t look Casey in the eye. The fat tip in her tray didn’t hurt though.
As she re-entered the breakroom, she sagged against the door, as she felt the blush rememerge with all its fury. Tits so big they couldn’t lie on their stomach. So round! It must be super uncomfortable. And Casey is into it? Plastic surgery is an idea that’s crossed her mind before; its SoCal, after all. But something about discovering what her crush was into made it so much more real. As Kris retrieved her sandwich, her mind was revving at 1000rpm as she ate mechanically. Almost without thinking, she pulls out her phone and googles it. And revises her search, and googles some more; before she knows it, she’s looking at before and after photos of women with extra large implants. These women have made their boobs that much bigger? Looks like this surgeon specialises in implants, and oh! He’s the one just down the street! Guess that explains why everyone walking around here is so perfect. Approximate costs… “Figures.” Kris groused, she couldn’t afford that, not without saving every penny for a year. It would cost as much as a new car, and the new car would actually need to happen soon - Her trusty old Malibu hand me down from Iowa probably wouldn’t last another year. Probably a good thing though to avoid implants even if she was getting a little moist between the legs... Feminist power and all that. She slapped her phone down, as she heard the door open.
“Kris? Your one o’clock, Sam. You doing ok? You look a little flushed.”
“Thanks Sonia, no I’m fine!" No reason to tell her boss what was really bothering her, it wasn't embarrassing or anything. Kris’s current client was another of her favorites; much less perfect in every physical attribute, but an amazingly cheerful personality, and great conversationalist - even if they could ramble for a bit. It’d be good to focus on work and not cosmetic surgery for a bit. As Kris knocked and entered, she saw that Sam was waiting for her.
"Kris, nice to see you again. How's it been?"
" Nothing new, Sam! How have you been today? Shoulders still bothering you?"
"You know, same old, same old- too much time in front of a computer."
"Well, let me take care of that for you." As Kris spent the next few minutes carefully working her elbow into the small of Sam's back, they regaled her with stories of the recent cases that had come through their law firm.
"...But get this, an influencer came in, wanted to sue her old employer for discrimination. Apparently the store she worked at didn't like the fact she got a boob job, said it wasn't 'in keeping with brand standards' Bullshit, but there isn't any law against it. But let me tell you, they made her smokin' hot..."
Well, shit… not Sam too.
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Kris sighed, as she pulled over on her way home for gas and a bottle of wine. The kind of month she’d been having called for some vino-therapy and netflix. Now that her eyes had been opened to it, she was seeing fake boobs everywhere. The soccer mom clients at the massage studio. The trophy wives shopping for groceries. The news woman. The barista at the coffee shop who just landed a bit part. Worse, she was seeing how people reacted to them. Their eyes linger just a little longer, brush just a little closer than strictly necessary. Not that the women with them were discouraging this behavior; they had it, they flaunted it. You want it, I got it. Gee, thanks, just bought it. Even the music on the radio seemed to reinforce it.
“$40 on pump 4, this, and a powerball please,” as she handed the cashier behind the glass her debit card. Thankfully, this gas station has always had decent bottles. As the unshaven cashier who always worked this shift handed her her ticket, she entered it into her tracking app. While Kris never expected to win, it's cheap entertainment, fantasizing about what she’d do if she won the jackpot. Climbing the stairs to her cramped apartment and unlocking the door, Kris threw the lottery ticket onto the counter, opened the wine and crashed onto the sofa. Whats new in streaming… With the lights dimmed, she regretted her choice of a trashy romcom, the scifi theme giving way to accidental plastic surgery. Even this is about fake boobs! Annoyed, Kris turned it off, but not before the final line, what would you do for love? As she sat there in the dark, she finished the bottle while thinking about crazy acts of love.
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As the sunlight streamed through the window, Kris woke up slowly. Last night’s wine binge had taken its toll, as she moaned, glanced at her notifications and turned her head into the pillow. the notification on top didn’t register at first. Then she shot up straight and grabbed for her phone, which clattered to the floor as she fumbled it, ignoring the shooting pain in her forehead as the adrenaline kicked in. Congrats! Your PowerBall ticket for the Drawing... Kris was hyperventilating as she unlocked her phone and opened her ticket app. She grinned, and jumped out of bed dancing up a storm, then paused suddenly. “Uh oh.” That was a mistake. As she felt her head and stomach respond unhappily, she turned, and ran to the bathroom. Ten minutes, after vomiting into the toilet and brushing her teeth, she carefully reopened the app. While she hadn’t won the jackpot, she’d won the next best thing, the first prize. California pari-mutuel is weird, but $143,544.35 is still $143 thousand! Carefully finding and signing the paper ticket, she looked up her next steps. So after taxes $118k? Damn, can't retire on that. So I gotta go into this district office? Kris was giddy with excitement, and could barely wait. So she didn’t. She happily put on a cute dress, and nearly skipped to her car … where she promptly got stuck in LA traffic. Still, even that couldn’t ruin her good mood. As she crawled along fantasizing about what she’d do with the cash, New Clothes, Shoes! I can finally get those Prada stilettos! I suppose I should save some too... she wrinkled her nose as a belt squealed. A New Car! I’ve wanted a convertible for ages! And… I can afford those implants too. Fuck.
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Melons:
well paced - I'm really looking forward to more
widemind:
Purfect ! Really waiting for the rest :)
Hughman:
Ooh I like this, looking forward to more
anythinghanes:
So far, I've left Casey and Sam's gender unspecified. I can take it both ways, so please vote in the poll!
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To an outside observer, today was no different for Kris than any other Friday of the past three weeks. Now that the excitement of posing with the big check had worn off just a little, she had been determined to not let it take her from her roots - not that it was actually enough money to be truly life changing. That said… today, she was just a little giddy, as this morning the deposit had finally hit her bank account. More money than she'd ever had in her life - money she could use for a down payment, or more frivolously some new clothes. Unfortunately, the presence of blown up tits kept making itself known, distracting her with their firm prominence. Now that she was looking, she saw them everywhere, and Kris often found herself idly researching surgeons and implant reviews, much to her chagrin. She'd had to clear her history; Thank goodness for incognito mode, the ads were getting out of hand. Thing was… she had had Casey again today. As Kris worked her palms into the small of Casey's back, she couldn't help but see another notification pop up. Nothing so lewd as last time, just an Instagram update from the LA Metro who follows the metro on Insta?! but… Kris could barely stop herself from imagining what ifs. What if it were another blown up bimbo on Tinder? As Kris clocked out, she was determined to keep herself busy doing something, anything else. Nope nope nope! New Car Time! I'm going to keep my mind off of it.
Kris was determined to get the car she promised herself when she came out to California, and won her first big part. Some part of this felt like cheating, and it did fit in with the whole bimbo aesthetic now that she was thinking about it… No! Not that! It's just a cute little Mini Convertible, nothing sexy about it, just cute. She wrinkled her brows, before she told herself to quit that too before she aged prematurely. At the dealer though, Kris found herself standing ignored while the salesmen all fawned over someone else - someone who epitomized the SoCal Silicone Valley influencer. She was tall, blonde and buxom, who looked like she didn’t do anything all day except swan into and out of boutiques. And… and who had clearly gotten a steal on her new ride, judging by the squeal and hug she gave the salesman, unabashedly pressing his head into her cleavage before she turned and sauntered out to the forecourt and her new car.
Only after the bimbo left and the salesmen had slapped their blushing peer on the shoulder with jeers about motorboats did someone finally come over to help her. Maybe I should turn on the charm? her new account balance wasn't limitless after all. But Craig, according to his name tag, was handsome but both thankfully and somewhat irritatingly, was a gentleman. Polite to a fault and quick to answer her questions, clearly neither Craig, or his manager were anywhere near as captivated by her physical attributes compared to their previous client. Craig didn't take advantage of the tight quarters of the Mini on their test drive, even as Kris flirted and hinted, about curves and tight spaces, and junk in the trunk; he didn’t even flirt back. Kris was beginning to get tired of being overlooked, and clearly, I'm not going to get as good of a deal as that bimbo. As she sat in the finance office, she stared for a moment before signing on the dotted line. Right then and there, a quarter of her new fortune was gone, in exchange for a red Mini Cooper S convertible, with silver alloys and a white interior. Annoyingly sexy, and not the white with red interior she'd wanted, but it looked so good!
As Kris stepped out of the dealer, she sighed. The light was fading; the paperwork was interminably long. But I have a new car! Doing a little dance on her toes, she sank in, and breathed in the new car smell. Time to celebrate. Carefully driving it to her apartment, she parked it uncharacteristically far from the door, took one last look - and walked straight to the bar where her best friend was waiting. It was Friday after all, and she needed a drink - something bubbly and effervescent. As she walked in, she saw her friend Liana waving at her from the bar, but as she made her way through the crowd, she lurched to a stop and stared. In the far corner, she saw Casey, clearly on a date with someone - who she recognized as the bimbo from the dealer. Here at the bar however, her weapons were on full display.
Tits like that couldn't be natural, as the image stayed with her as her vision was blocked by the shifting crowd. As she shook her head and continued to Liana, she couldn't stop thinking about them. Cupping her own B's, she replayed the image in her head. Grapefruit sized, almost reasonably so, but on her thin frame they were comically spherical, standing up off her chest. She must have been flat as a board to end up that way, as she took a seat next to Liane, purposefully angling herself away from that corner so she wouldn't, couldn't look - and so as to not be spotted either.
"Kris! What's wrong? You looked like you saw a ghost as you came in, and right now you look very distracted…"
As Liana continued to babble on, Kris just shook her head, and raised a finger to pause her as the barkeeper stopped before them.
"It's nothing, just a customer I wasn't expecting to see here; they're clearly on a date. Ah, yes please- 3 tequila shots please."
As the barkeep raised an eyebrow, but poured the shots, Liana bodily turned Kris towards her. "That wasn't nothing and you know it. Spill."
Kris sighed, and pulled the shots towards her. "Thanks!" "Hold on one sec, I'll need these first." Leaving one for Liana, she downed two, eating her lemons.
"Well, that's one way to deal with it if life gives you lemons," Liana took her shot far more sedately, raising an eyebrow.
Biting the bullet, Kris explained. "My crush from work is here. On a date." She knew that wouldn't be enough; Liana was her oldest friend out here in LA, but she had an uncanny knack of seeing through BS. Thankfully, she was easily distracted enough. Turn on the false cheer and: “I also just bought a new car!”
"Ooo Congrats!! That's rough, but that's not the whole story. No one just sees a crush on a date then immediately feels themselves up. You jealous, girl? Don't be! You’re gorgeous! And tell me more about this car! Did you finally get that first big part??” Ordering 2 more shots, this time vodka, Liana seemingly was distracted from Kris's issues, thank goodness. "Let's celebrate for a good time!" The girls downed their shots and Kris let Liana pull her to the dance floor. Those shots were plenty to get her all loosened up, and Liana was right; it did feel good to let go.
Heading back to the bar for a beer or something to tide her over, Kris caught a glimpse of taut skin in the corner of her eye, and then suddenly the mystery girl Casey was with was squeezing past her through a gap too small, carrying a couple of shots. Time slowed for Kris, as she felt those balloons rub against her back, and she was helpless. All she could focus on again was her and how those implants pressed against her skin, forcing it to wrap around them, two grapefruits bluetacked to her chest. And as the crowd gyrated and ground together, all she saw was Casey's arm wrapped around her from the rear, groping and squeezing that left boob, and seemingly not making a dent. The crowd shifted again, blocking her view, and time returned in a rush. I need a fucking drink, and to get out of here.
Two last shot at the bar and a hurried goodbye to a confused and annoyed Liana later, Kris was back at her apartment, definitively drunk and her earlier promise to not think about breast implants conclusively forgotten. It was all that was on her mind, as she stripped off the work clothes she'd gone to the bar in and stepped into a shower. How those boobs all but squeaked as she squeezed past. How they displaced mine to make room for themselves. How they didn't give an inch when Casey groped them. Kris slowly slid down the wall of her shower until she was sitting on the floor, one hand on her breasts, her pathetic boobs and two fingers of the other almost absentmindedly diving deep within herself. Her mind's eye was full of all the fake breasts she had seen recently. Firm. Prominent. Big. As Kris thought about them, visualized and imagined what they would feel like on her chest, she was suddenly startled when she came hard. Panting slightly at the unexpected orgasm, Kris slowly turned off the water and stepped out.
As she slipped into bed, Kris couldn't help herself but reach for her phone and go back to some of the before and after photos she'd seen. This time though, unlike all the previous times she'd been on this website, Kris was still drunk enough to not think twice as she reached for her phone, and pressed send on the webform before she finally passed out.
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