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Chapter 1: The Indoctrination
Becky Bump was your typical girl-next-door type; gentle and shy, innocent and pure; absolutely beautiful. She lived a quiet conservative life, always followed the rules, and always dressed in unflattering, conservative clothes; wearing her hair pinned up and constrained. She seemed destined to marry an accountant or maybe an attorney of some kind to be taken home as a 'trophy bride' and brought out to the bosses house for the occasional cocktail party; her fingernails perfectly polished; her makeup neatly done. She would've been viewed as a nerd of some sort if it weren't for her strikingly beautiful body.
I kept my eye on her however, because I am a dedicated breast-man and I could tell that underneath all her bland and bulky garments, she definitely had a body that could pose for Playboy. Her voluminous, perfectly shaped breasts were hard to hide even though she did wear loose fitting blouses or large, thick sweaters all the time.
She worked for the local library and never seemed to have a boyfriend or go out on dates. She saved her pennies and bought the house next door at the tender age of just 22, just like her father had always wanted her to do, where she always puttered about tending her garden; waiting for Mr. Right.
Now I'll be the first one to admit that I'm a breast man. I never finish looking at a girl until she turns and I can see her chest. If at first glance I see her from the front and she doesn't have much tits to speak of, I often won't even bother to look at her face. I guess that makes me a classic shallow male, but I can't lie about who I am, a red-blooded horny American breast lover. My babe watching will simply continue on until I see the next hottie walking by. Many guys like the classic James Bond kinda babe. You know 5'-8" or so with a 36D-24-36 kind of figure. Well, I'm a shorter guy so I have to go with the shorter babes. It seems they are also a lot in demand these days. You know, the girl about 5'-2" with 34D hooters. Actually, I prefer the DD bosoms myself. Well, Becky fell right into that camp.
I remember when I first laid eyes on Becky. She was walking down the sidewalk having just looked at the neighbor's house to buy it. She was both a surprise and a delight. Upon first viewing her from the rear, I definitely liked her thin waist and wide hips. Judging from her slim figure, long delicate thin arms and shapely but thin legs, I figured that she definitely had A-cup breasts and I was about to turn my head away and stop wasting my time. But no, once she turned sideways I realized that the Gods had graced this little beauty with large, firm, jutting tits that stood out proudly beneath her conservative shirt and were in astounding contrast to her thin and delicate frame. They were D's for sure, if not bigger.
When she turned around that day, I said to myself, "Holly shit what a great rack on that babe!" It seemed sooo unlikely to ever see such a thin babe with nice round hips and such large and firm, yet well proportioned hooters. I thought I was dreaming. I briefly asked myself who she was and then I realized that she just might possibly be the one about to buy the house next door and become my neighbor!
About one month later, Becky moved in and I thought I was going to heaven from being so close to such a beauty. It was clear that she had no husband and no 'significant other' because no one came to help her move in except her parents and her younger sister and another girlfriend or two. She then only had occasional visits from her girlfriends and her attractive and also well-endowed younger sister. I could tell who her sister was because she was about an inch or two shorter than her and had a very similar cute face and, of course, she also had delightfully large breasts that rivaled Becky's in size. They were definitely at least a full C or D cup. Her tits might have been a little smaller, but on her smaller body her hooters looked just as big as her sisters.
After a few weeks of Becky living next door to me I began to get tired of peeking out my window to catch glimpses of her, mostly to no avail. She dressed so conservatively and led such a quiet life that I realized there was precious little chance of me having anything to look at. Her bras were always thickly padded so you never got even the slightest idea of how large or small her nipples were, or if they swelled up when she was cold. No idea whatsoever, alas. As her new neighbor, I enjoyed our occasional small talks but found it hard to avoid staring at her chest.
However, after I saw her briefly out back in her leotard one afternoon, my lusting and masturbation sessions really started to gear up. I would stalk around her house, hidden in the shadows, to hopefully catch a glimpse of her in her brassiere or maybe even fully naked. Once I saw her briefly in a white brassiere on her way to the bathroom. That was very exciting. The lace trim came down almost to her nipples and exposed about half of her large brown areola. I got an immediate erection and could feel the blood coursing through my veins, but that was just about all the free shows I was going to get. It was a very erotic show but it lasted only a few minutes. Thoughts of squeezing and suckling her nipples and getting a Russian blowjob were beginning to drive me insane. I learned that peeping was just a frustrating waste of time. I needed a more direct approach.
After my recent business travel to the Middle East, I finally decided to take advantage of Becky with this special hypnotic "Powder of Suggestion" I had purchased while I was away in Egypt from this incredibly interesting old man. That's what my translator said the merchant called it anyway. I thought it was just a bad translation, but what the heck. With my lust getting more and more desperate I thought, what the fuck just go for it.
Being the careful planner that I am, and just in case my powder was successful, I trotted over to Becky's door and brought with me a bag with some special clothes that I thought might prove useful if I could in fact convert her to become a busty and willing sex maniac. The thought of her full, bountiful, jutting breasts laying themselves bare for an infinite amount of my groping and suckling excited me to the point of distraction. I had to see if I could change this Miss Conservative into a hot and horny babe who would put out to anyone, who would tease and seduce, and then reward any horny guy out there, and especially myself. I decided to take advantage of her, not only for my own selfish ends, but also for the benefit of the whole of mankind. Her beauty and innocence were meant to be shared!