This is not a "Sweet & Cuddly" little love story. I believe that it contains a message, but it may be one that you don't appreciate. Please don't read it if you're easily offended. If you choose to read it and find it offensive, please don't whine to me about the nature of the story! I always appreciate your constructive input, and the rare appreciative contact.
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I am finally ready to tell my story. It is ugly and depraved, but hopefully some good can come out of the telling. Please don't judge me too harshly. I had no control over the events as they unfolded. I have only now forgiven the others involved.
I had a perfect life. I was happily married to the sweetest, most kind man on earth. My son and daughter were perfect angels. We all shared our lives together in a shady little suburb just outside of town. Life was perfect, that is until that day last spring when I met the devil.
My momma passed away a few years back, and she left me with many of her wonderful traits. Unfortunately, I also inherited her looks, which means I was as flat as a board! I was pretty enough I guess, and never had problems meeting boys and such. But I was weak, and it seemed most every one else was blessed in ways I never would be. I couldn't help being envious. Cosmetic surgery was certainly out of the question. We barely had enough money to pay the bills. Besides, Stan never seemed to pay much attention. Little did I know this devil's bane of mine would change my life forever!
I was riding a subway during the terrible heat wave a few months back. It was rush hour and real crowded, we were all bunched together like sardines. I was facing a young teenage girl, who had to be at least a C-cup already! It was plain to see she wasn't wearing a bra. I saw her glance at my chest. She gave a little sneer, and stretched her shoulders back, sticking her chest out towards me. She was taking great pleasure in "dissing" me, and I gave her an evil glare. She was only amused. "I can help!" a deep voice whispered in my ear, startling me. A dark presence loomed behind me. "I know what you long for!" he moaned in a silky voice, and for some reason I dared not turn around. "Admit it. I know what you really long for!" All the background noise melted away, and the car lost focus, except for the young girl. She continued to stare at me with a coy smile. Her left arm was raised, gripping one of the poles in the center of the car. I watched as her breasts rolled back and forth, swaying with the movements of the train.
"Ruth, I can make your dreams a reality!" he whispered. For some reason, I wasn't surprised that he knew my name, much less what I was thinking. "Would you like that?" The girl's nipples hardened, standing out in sharp relief under her thin shirt. She seemed to be enjoying the attention. "All you have to do is say yes. Just say yes Ruth. Say yesss!" he pleaded. I never wanted anything so bad in my life! What was the big deal anyway, I mean, what could it possibly hurt? "Yes!" I answered, and reality flooded my senses once more. A veil seemed to be lifted, and the train came to a stop at my station. A crush of people surrounded me once more. I turned my head, but no one was paying me any mind! The doors slid open, and passengers began jostling to squeeze out the doors. I followed along with the crowd, trying to shake off a nagging doubt that something was terribly wrong. I had a horrible sense of foreboding. I decided to head straight home. I glanced nervously at every stranger I passed. No one paid any attention to me as usual. I breathed a sigh of relief when I shut my front door behind me. By bedtime I had forgotten all about the incident, having been soothed by the normal routines of being a suburban housewife once again.
When I arose the next day, I discovered that my life had changed forever. I had overslept, and my eyes shot open. My face went cold and clammy, as I sat upright in bed. "Oh my god!" I cried. I looked down to see massive breasts hanging, where only yesterday I looked like a boy! I felt their new weight and mass pull my shoulders forward. I ripped off my stretched-out nightshirt and cupped them in my hands with disbelief. My ivory white skin was now distorted grotesquely over the huge mounds of new flesh. A faint tracery of fine blue veins showed through. My once delicate nickel-sized aureole had mushroomed in size, bigger even then the palm of my hand! They were a deep brown hue, and swollen nipples rose, as thick as my thumb! Words can't fully describe the horror I felt. I thought back to yesterday's mysterious encounter on the subway train. "Oh, please god no!" I thought, but he certainly was no part of this evil! Among the other entire alien sensations that went along with this perverse transformation, was a swollen pressure. I watched with revulsion as droplets of white fluid started to appear all over the milk ducts dimpling the aureole! I was bursting with milk! That was why I felt so much pressure. I rushed out of the bedroom door, running down the hall to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut behind me, I turned to face the vanity mirror. My tear-streaked face looked the same as always, but my body was a caricature of itself! I whimpered as my engorged nipples ached so. I pinched them between thumb and forefinger, and was immediately rewarded with twin streams of warm milk bursting out of the dilated shafts. I sighed with relief as the pressure was slowly released, and my nipples throbbed with pleasure, right down to my groin. There was a definite connection between my clit and nipples, and as I expressed the milk I was rewarded with mounting stimulation.
My hips now flared dramatically, and my panties were bursting at the seams, obviously much too small for my new curves. I pulled them off, and marveled at the perfectly shaped ass! Even with the release of all that milk, my breasts looked no smaller. I was still ridiculously top heavy. I felt dirty, and turned the shower on full blast. I stepped into the warm flow, and let it play across my huge mounds. The mere sensation of the steady flow of water across my breasts was causing familiar warmth to spread deep in my vulva, and I stepped aside and squeezed copious amounts of liquid soap across my chest. I massaged it in with my hands, immediately concentrating on the thick nipples. "MMMYY GODDDD" I moaned, and slid a hand between my legs, grinding my index finger up into my now huge, swollen clitoris. I released immediately, as wave after wave of orgasm passed through my newborn body.
Finishing my shower and drying off, I felt like some kind of fertile pagan creature. Even the rough towel dragging across my nips and crotch brought a response! My bathrobe barely covered me, and I cinched the strap tight, heading downstairs to confront my dear family! I had no idea what I was going to tell them. "Well, there you are sleepyhead!" said Stan, barely raising his eyes. He was still in his robe, reading the paper with a cup of coffee. The kids sat across the kitchen table from him (their backs were facing me). They had bowls of cereal, and were busy with schoolwork. Normally they gave me a big hug every morning, but for some reason didn't even acknowledge my presence today. "I have something terrible to tell you!" I pleaded, as my eyes began to tear up.
