Hope she told it not because of magic from the app , but because she changed her mind
Ding ding ding! Windemind wins the lottery! While I enjoy stories that bend the mind, this particular time, and at least in this particular case, I wanted to take a more nuanced, subtle approach, and Marie's the kind of girl who can change her mind on wanting to get big fake boobs, especially if that involves lots of orgasms, as you'll see in this new chapter.
That said, your support is incredible! I'd also wish to update more, real life is just a bitch. Maybe, given patreon is all the rage these days, I might open one in the future, if there's a real interest in this niche fetish.
That said, enjoy this new chapter! This is when things officially start to pick up, characters are introduced, now we see them rolling! See you soon!
After her brief brush with a big, fake bustline, Marie thought she had seen enough of fake tits, silicone and what else.
That lasted no more than six, seven minutes, before Marie came back to the reality of her competition in the wide sexual arena of life. The feeling of her fake tits straining against her chest, sitting high and proud still hadn’t left her that Marie was back messaging with her friends, and out of curiosity, nothing like lack of confidence or even remotely like doubt, she opened her friend Annette’s instagram page.
Annette had always been blessed with a natural bustline, and she’d flaunted her impressive D-cups in bikinis, tops, shirts and the sort, growing progressively shorter the more Annette’s pictures got closer to summer. What a *WOMAN*. Marie was positive she’d never, never, ever dress like Annette, never flaunt her boobs for the world wide world to see, for thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of boys and men to masturbate over, pumping their large cocks up and down at the thought of pawing her exquisite tits, which they’d never feel anyway, and yet the image of her would fill their dreams, their desperate pleas for release, their…
Ah-hem. It was getting quite hot in here, Marie decided. Summer must truly creep up on them. Maybe if she unbuttoned only the top of her shirt, nobody would be the wiser. And damn it, it was her room after all. Not like her idiot brother would come in again, after what had happened, anyway. Marie played with the first button, thinking again about her large, fake boobs that she had possessed for, what? Less than five minutes?
They had been horrible anyway.
And she didn’t need to have big boobs to attract boys, anyway. Her long, lithe legs and her pert bubble but were good enough, weren’t they?
Marie opened her own profile. Hers and Annette were mostly the same age, and yet fro some arcane reason, impossible to discern, Annette had almost ten times her followers, leaving Marie sitting down at a simple 85.
Really, beyond comprehension.
And she didn’t dress like a *WOMAN*, either. That was her secret. Her photos had soul, damnit! And even if she showed up a few centimetres of leg here, or a glimpse of her butt cheeks there, it was nothing like Annette’s scandalous shoots.
The *WOMAN*.
People just didn’t appreciate soul. Didn’t just appreciate hard work in choosing light, and ambience, and the right angle, and the right background. Her 85 followers had much more refined taste than Annette’s 836 dumb wankers, that for sure.
And yet.
And yet, for a few minute, she had been bigger than Annette.
Marie passed her fingers around her boobs, lifting them up.
She wasn’t that small, was she?
No, of course. But even if she pushed them up and together like that, it didn’t really create the cleavage Annette showed, did they?
Hm.
Men. Always thinking with their dicks.
It wasn’t like boobs were all that there was in life, anyway! Stupid men and their stupid tastes!
And stupid Annette.
What a *WOMAN*!
Feeling like she had won some moral battle, Marie shut down Annette’s profile pleasure (served her right!) and proceeded to shut out of her life any memories of the silicone incident, no matter how good it might have been to see Annette’s face when she stole all the attention the dumb *WOMAN* enjoyed with her big round boobs, fake or no-
No.
Marie stopped, withdrawing her left hand, that had slithered closer and closer to her pants, as her right one inched to brush against her right, hard nipple. No.
No, she wasn’t going there.
No way in hell.
Marie took a shower.
She managed to push her worries a few hours into the future.
And yet the following day, her worries were there waiting right for her, in the shape and form of Annette, who, maybe due to the pleasant weather they had been having all week, had opted for a blouse that showed her impressive boobs, pushed up and out by a wonderbra.
What a *WOMAN*!
It defied reason seeing boys passing by and stealing glances. Men! Really. They should appreciate more people with taste, like her carefully-applied makeup, like her white camisole, like her long legs encased in pretty jeans (she had bought them just yesterday afternoon) and anyway, yes, Marie also wore a wonderbra (she bought it yesterday, a bargain, she got lucky, that’s all), but on her it looked just fine, not obscenely in-your-face like Annette’s monstrous, unnecessary boobs.
Men!
Really!
The rest of the day passed in relative boredom, punctuated by the obvious, and frequent, and, frankly, disgusting, looks all converging upon Annette’s exposed cleavage. When the teacher pointed out it wasn’t the right clothing for school, Annette pouted (the *WOMAN*!) and pushed her shoulders closer, and said that she just was feeling hot.
After that, there were no more protests, somehow.
What a *WOMAN*!
Marie spent the recess in the bathroom, because all that thinking about Annette’s ridiculous breasts got her thinking about those five minutes when she’d been busty too, and it was starting to get her all hot and bothered, thinking about receiving the same attention as Annette, no, no, better, more, because after all she’d have silicone boobs, and Annette would end up with two sacks of fat hanging from her chest, while Marie’s breasts would never sag, standing up and high, round and enticing, her cleavage always perfect, always drawing the attention of boys and men alike, their hands pawing her mounds, their tongues licking her nipples, their big, hard cocks sliding in and out of her tit-
Nnnghg.
Marie cummed in the bathroom, thinking about her old breast implants.
Just one masturbating session wasn’t enough, to change her mind, though.
Came early afternoon, though, the fifth time was starting to have an effect on her. She had spent a visit to the bathroom every half hour, thinking about how good her tits looked and felt when they were fake and round and firm and filled with silicone, and how good they made her feel, and how great it had been to be busty even for a while and how hard all the boys would get an-
Nnnghg.
And that made six.
By that evening, Marie was masturbating for the tenth time, this time trying to keep her phone still while she pushed two fingers in and out of her sloppy, wet cunt, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she looked at videos of fake-titted pornstars being fucked left and right by hunky guys with big cocks. Marie cummed and cummed harder and harder.
And by that night, Marie, filled to the brim with the joy of orgasm, found herself walking into her idiot brother’s bedroom. He was wanking.
Wanking to big fake tits?
Probably.
Her big fake tits, sitting impossibly big and round her young, lithe body, as she smiled and invited big hunky men to fuck her into tomorrow?
Hmmm… she hoped so.
She jumped on the bed, and shook her brother, who was looking at her, eyes filled with shock. Good. He was easier to manipulate this way. Marie brushed her fingers against her chest, covered with just a white top. She couldn’t wait to feel her new round tits stretch it to capacity, filled with delicious, firm silicone… she’d get double Annette’s follower in a few weeks, she was sure.
That *WOMAN*.
She deserved it.
Now it was just a matter of convincing her brother to work his magic onto her once again. Nothing easier. The little twerp would die of joy from the chance of seeing his beautiful sister showing her new big fake boobs around… oh, she was going to be so proud of them, so happy. Her pussy clenched, and a shiver of pleasure shook her up, freezing fingers running up and down her spine.
Oh, she couldn’t wait.
“Hey, idiot brother,” Marie said, “can you make my tits big and fake again?”
Her idiot brother looked at her.
This was the big moment. The moment when all her wishes came true. When she’d finally get even with that *WOMAN* Annette and show her she too could steal glances, and even better, with her new big, round, fake boo-
“I can’t.”
Somewhere, a record scratched.
“You what?” Marie asked, inching closer, her eyes slitting to two dangerous fissures.
“I-I- uh, I can’t.” Her idiot brother inched back, retreating into his pillow, as if that could protect him. She wanted big boobs, and she wanted them now! “You had me delete the app!”
Ah. That was right.
That was a thing that happened.
How could had she been so stupid? Surely she wasn’t thinking right.
Marie stopped, blinked, then kept on advancing.
“Well that was an accident. You can download it again, can’t you?”
“I, uh, I’m not sure, I tried, but-”
Oh, the little fucker already tried. He tried to download the app and make her tits big and fake again, make her into a huge fake-looking *WOMAN* once again, like a *WOMAN* who had went under the knife only to make boys get hard at the mere sight of her new enhanced pneumatic chest…
It was quite good luck Marie had pushed herself to orgasm that many times or that thought alone would have been enough to make her cum right there.
And it would have been bad.
For some reason.
What mattered was that her idiot brother was useless.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he only needed the proper motivation.
Marie grinned, feeling quite clever, as she took off the first button of her blouse.
“Tell you what, idiot brother,” she said, leaning forward to offer him a peek into her small cleavage and her simple bra (she was going to need such large bras soon… maybe custom-made… hmmm…) “you get off your ass and make sure I get implanted with fake tits again,” Marie promised him, her finger brushing against her brother’s reddened cheek, “and this time, you can watch.”