Belinda had chosen the dress to compensate for her tiny breasts. By showing some skin and forg
Belinda had chosen the dress to compensate for her tiny breasts. By showing some skin and forgoing a bra, she though she would be able to draw some attention away from her more chesty companions at the gala. There were going to be plenty of wealthy potential boyfriends and she was going to snag one!She thought she had hit pay dirt with Dr. Ruiz. The Spaniard was handsome and, if he was a doctor, presumably rich. He had a clinic in São Paulo, Brasil, though of what sort, he wouldn’t say. But he had a creepy tendency to stare hungrily at Belinda’s chest. It was her own fault. Hadn’t she chosen the dress to draw attention to it? Maybe this was what busty girls dealt with all the time. But Belinda decided she didn’t care for it. She had made a mistake flirting with Dr. Ruiz. She resolved to finish her drink and excuse herself to the ladies room.But the drink was really good. Really, really good. She hadn’t noticed the hint of strawberry before but it really was spectacular. So when Dr. Ruiz offered her another she wasn’t about to say no. Really, he wasn’t so bad. And it was a wonderful party.“You know, I couldn’t help but notice your boobs,” he said. “I think they could be bigger.”Belinda’s eyes went wide. She’d never have a man be so forward. So inappropriate. And in public no less. And yet, she giggled. He was right. He was totally right.“Do you think I should get implants?” she asked. She had toyed with the idea in the past, but never seriously. Still, she did like how Dr. Ruiz kept looking at her boobs. Implants would get more guys to look.“Oh heavens no!” he exclaimed. “Nothing so crude as that!”He pulled out a small box with a flared end which he pointed at her chest. He then turned a nob on top of it. Belinda’s nipples had already been erect but now they seriously popped.“My…my breasts…” she exclaimed.“Your boobies,” he corrected. “Your titties.”“My titties? My titties…” she agreed. “My titties feel so good…”“Some men see little titties as a disappointment,” Dr. Ruiz said. “I see them as potential. I see them as an opportunity.”“An opportunity?” she asked as her chest was permeated with a warm glow.“A growth opportunity,” he clarified, reaching into his pocket with the hand that did not hold the box and pulling out a tube of lotion. “You aren’t wearing a bra, are you? Rub this on your titties. It will help things go more smoothly. And I do so love big, smooth titties.”Belinda took the tube but looked around nervously. People were staring. But Dr. Ruiz wanted her to rub the lotion on her titties. And she felt so good…“OK, fine,” the Spaniard said. “Let’s go to my car.”Belinda gratefully took his arm and, with the box still pointed at her chest and her tiny titties pulsing and tingling, she let herself be led to the parking lot.Inside his car, he set the box into a slot in the dash that pointed at the passenger seat. It seemed to be custom made and a little pink LED illuminated once it was in place. The sensations in her titties seemed to quintuple and she moaned at the pleasure of it. Dr. Ruiz took the tube of lotion she still absent-mindedly held from her hand and reached under her dress from the sides to vigorously anoint her titties with the contents.Belinda would never have thought her titties could feel better than they had but with the lotion on them, Dr. Ruiz’s box made them ecstatic. They pulsed with pleasure and potential. They wanted to be bigger! They were more important than her heart, more important than her brain! Her body existed to server her glorious titties!“The growth is very calorie intensive” Dr. Ruiz explained. “And you’re very skinny. You’ll need to drink this.”He pulled out a bottle of thick pink liquid, like keifer, but without the tang. If was just creamy sweetness with a strong flavor of artificial strawberry. She drank it down, glug, glug, glug.“That’s a good girl,” Dr. Ruiz praised. “You’re going to be such a good little bimbo.”“I’m going to be a bimbo?” she asked, her head bobbing like an aging helium balloon on the string of her neck.“Oh you were already a bimbo, Belinda,” he assured her with a hand on her thigh. “You were just waiting for your titties to come in! And here they come!”Belinda directed her bleary gaze to her chest and giggled in delight at what she saw. Her titties were growing and growing. She reached up to touch them as her hands made contact she came like she had never come before, squealing in ecstasy. “That’s a good little bimbo,” he said, taking her hands from her titties once she had come down a little. “But don’t block the rays. Your titties can still be bigger. They can always be bigger.”“Always bigger,” she gasped, reluctantly doing as she was told and letting the doctor’s magic box continue to work. “Always, always bigger.”“I like the way you think!” Dr. Ruiz exclaimed, then started up his car and drove Belinda off into the night. She neither knew nor cared where they were going. All that mattered was that she could always be bigger. -- source link
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