Laura

"Oh good you're here." Derek ushered his girlfriend into the living room. The girl walked in shyly with her head lowered. She could feel his stare following her body and groping her firm curved ass that was wrapped in the tight jean short-shorts she was wearing. Her large EE cup breasts were unrestricted by a bra and would have been bouncing freely if it weren't for the tight yellow tube top that was squeezing against her chest like a corset. Laura wasn't the type of girl to wear outfits that showed too much skin, but ever since Derek threw out all of her old clothes and replaced it with a wardrobe more suited for his tastes, it was just another regular slut uniform she was forced to wear. He had been nice enough to let her keep her bras and panties as long as he didn't catch her with any of them on when she met with him.

"Put your tits on the table." He instructed before he disappeared into his room. She looked in disdain and nodded slowly, lowering to her knees before the wooden coffee table. She pulled her giant mammaries over the yellow cloth and laid out the two giant sacks of flesh on the glossed wood. By the time Derek came back her nipples were already erect, the half inch pink nubs ripe for abuse.

He put an odd looking object on the table. They were two clear acrylic cups each attached to a hose that connected to a black box with a couple of dials and buttons on the top. He plugged in a cord that connected from the main box into a power outlet before turning his attention to Laura's breasts lying on the table. His hands reached over and squeezed fistfuls of the tender flesh in his hand. The creamy tit meat bubbled between his fingers as they dug into them roughly.

"P-please Derek... They're still sore from yesterday. Could you not hurt them so much..." The girl's weak protests were cut off by a sharp slap to her cheek.

"Did I say you could talk?" He asked sternly. "I can't believe you're acting like a bitch. I'm doing you a fucking favor by even touching these tiny things." His hands continue to squeeze the giant udders, molding them like dough. Finally after a minute of Laura's pained whines and whimpers he took time to stuff both of her large tits into each of the cups and flicked the switch that brought the machine to life.

The machine gave a low mechanic whir as each tit was vacuumed into the cups. Laura winced in pain as she felt her sensitive tits deforming and forcefully being stretched. He turned a dial on the box that made the whirring become louder, and caused the machine to suck her poor breasts harder than before. The poor girl spewed pained moans as her eyes begged him to stop the evil machine. His cold stare showed no mercy and he turned the dial completely, so that the machine would be sucking her tits at full force. Laura wailed loudly as she saw her encased breasts bloating and swelling inside the cups.

"Alright, this looks good. I need to go out and get some cigarettes and stuff. I'll be back in an hour." He picked up his car keys and left, leaving his girlfriend alone with only the noise of the mechanical box sucking mercilessly at her breasts to accompany her cries.

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Derek came back in an hour just like he said he would. His girlfriend was kneeling with her encased tits on the table having them sucked by the machine, exactly where he had left her. Except now the breasts were so bloated that it had completely filled the cups. Not an inch of space was left over inside the casing. He came over and flicked the switch so that the machine slowed to a complete stop. The whirring faded and left Laura's sobbing and hiccuping behind. Her face was completely wet with salty tears that streamed down her reddened face. She shrieked as Derek pulled at the cups roughly. It took all of his force but the clear domes finally came off with a 'pop' and the two swollen sacks of meat plopped limp against the table.

Immediately she felt the air caressing her bloated mammaries. The pump had engorged her massive tit bags with blood causing them to swell and become ultra sensitive. Her tits could feel every small motion in the air, even the vibrations of Derek's footsteps pounded in her swollen lumps of meat flesh. Her breasts were now two cup sizes larger making them two grotesque GG's. They were almost too big on Laura's small frame, making them look like lewd disproportionate globes that clung stupidly to her chest. The poor girl sniffled, thankful that the machine had stopped. However Derek was far from being done with her. He brought over a red ball gag that he had just bought from his outing and stuffed it in her mouth.

"I know you get pretty loud so I was thoughtful and bought this." She could only moan through the gag in reply, but she did her best to say "Thank you". She was so grateful that her wonderful boyfriend was so caring. The light metal clink of his belt pierced her ears as Derek started to take off his belt. It was nothing special, just a plain strip of leather about an inch and a half thick. Laura watched in horror as her boyfriend wrapped the strip around his knuckles and raised it high in the air. It almost seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the leather swung down, embedding into her tit flesh and bouncing back, leaving a pink stripe behind on her skin.

The ball gag did nothing to muffle her cries. She screamed through the gag spewing spit in the air, and a thin stream of drool down her chin. Derek raised his strap again and gave another blow to her tits with a WHAP! Laura was no stranger to having her tits beaten. Derek would actually do it quite often, but the pain was ten times more excruciating now since her tits were so sensitive. He brought the belt up over his head each time and brought it down mercilessly on the pancake mound like he wanted to pound the fleshy mound right into the wood work.

"Fucking." WHAP! "Stupid." WHAP! "Cunt." WHAP! "Making me waste my time..." WHAP! "On these stupid small tits of yours." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Laura's whole body vibrated with her bawling as the pain ripped through every pore of her being. She shook her head desperately trying to send her boyfriend signals that she couldn't take anymore. Despite her cries, her boyfriend continued to rain down blow after blow, tenderizing her tit meat.

It was about twenty minutes before Derek took a break to roll his shoulders, and massage the muscles in his neck. He was getting tired of using his belt and decided it was time for a change of pace. Laura was a complete mess, her chest was throbbing and bright red from the various strokes to her poor breasts. Silvery strands of drool hung from her lips and slid down to wet the lewd fun bags. Each time her saliva or salty tears would drip on to her tender skin, it would cause every nerve in her tit bags to scream in pain.

Derek left into his room again and came out with a new item in each hand. In his right was a long clear plastic cane that had originally been used to twist open and close a set of window blinds. In his left was the type of clothes hanger you'd see in the store hanging from a rack with a skirt in it's steel clips. The clips were able to slide along a thin piece of metal so it could easily be adjusted to any size of clothing that would be put on display. For Derek, it was just another perk in case he wanted to squish her soft breasts together or pull her nipples apart as far as they could go.

Without a word he pulled one of her long teats and clamped it in one of the steel clips on the hanger. Laura's pained howls pierced the air and only grew louder when he did the same to her other nipple. Derek toyed with the curved handle stretching her nipples slowly watching the two defenseless nubs stretching like taffy. With his other hand he used the cane to pick up where he left off.

The swats came hard and rapidly onto her sacks of fat leaving red puffy welts on her poor beaten breasts. She howled in pain trying her best to form words through the red ball in her mouth. Derek made sure to cover every inch of her bare breasts with puffy pink stripes. He grabbed at the hanger again to stretch her nipples and then started to cane her stretched nipple meat. Every wave of pain shot through the girl's body like a thunderclap. The pain was so intense that she felt she could pass out at any second.

Finally when every piece of her skin was glowing pink, Derek stopped his caning. He examined his work, tilting his head to make sure he had painted every part of her breasts pink. For a second, he looked satisfied, but his smile quickly turned into a look of disappointment as he remembered that the underbelly of her breasts hadn't been touched yet. He lifted the hanger up by the handle, pulling Laura's fatty bowling balls in the air by her nipples and started to work on the soft neglected undersides of her fat sacks. He swung the clear cane with precision and force, making sure the bottoms of her breasts were just as red and welted as the tops. After he had striped the bottoms of her bloated tits, he unclipped her nipples and let them drop on table. She was so relieved to be free of the clamps... At least until the blood started to rush back into the chewed nubs. The girl shrieked in pain as the circulation started to return in her abused teats.

Derek let out a long sigh like he had just finished an intense workout at the gym. He undid the ball gag from Laura's mouth and sat down on the couch. Laura was a complete mess, her eyes were just as red as her tits from crying so much. The girl reached to touch her bloated bags lightly but even her own soft touch caused waves of pain throughout her body.

"Hm... Yeah I guess they do look a little bigger." Derek said he looked at the two fleshy globes he had just abused. He eyed the battered globes while stroking his 10 inch throbbing monster that he had pulled out from his pants. "Come over here, lets put those stupid tits to good use now." Laura nodded slowly and crawled over to her boyfriend, her two engorged breasts swaying beneath her as she made her way over to him on her hands and knees. She kneeled before him, and propped her new overgrown breasts on his lap.

Derek gripped her nipples in between his fingers. Her teats were still flattened and hadn't had time to recover from the coat hanger, but this didn't matter to him at all. He grabbed her smashed teats firmly, crushing them in his grip and brutally twisting them back into their original shape. Laura wriggled and yelped as he mercilessly pinched and pulled at them. Her cleavage was already well lubricated by the drool from the ball gag, so the bloated fun bags were now perfectly primed for a tit fuck. Derek pulled at her heavy breasts using the nipples as a handle and wrapped the two pink beaten breasts around his cock. With a combination of thrusting his hips and sliding Laura's battered breasts up and down by her sore nipples, he fucked her soft and fleshy udders. The tip of his cock would smear thick pre cum on her cheek each time the head would poke her face. The salty tears that her eyes kept spilling only helped lubricate his cock even more as it ravaged the slit between the two overgrown knockers.

Derek tilted his head back and jammed his dick up against her cheek as he stretched her nipples far from her body. The veiny hose squirted his cock juice all over his girlfriend, coating her face with his thick white sauce. As usual the thick creamy milk squirted in never ending streams all over the girl's face. Laura whimpered pitifully, her face coated with jizz and tears, her bloated udders still gripping the fat cock in between them. Derek's face twisted up in disgust at the sight of the cum coated whore.

"Damn. I should have just used this..." Derek picked up the skirt hanger, his fingers slid the steel clips from side to side. "Then I wouldn't have had to hold onto your saggy tits." Derek moved the two humongous melons off of his knees and made his way to the kitchen for a beer. Laura hung her head in shame, looking at her new pair of over sized breasts.

"Thank you for making my breasts bigger Derek... I-I'm really sorry you had to go through all the trouble... You're such a good boyfriend for doing this for me. I really appreciate it..." Laura mumbled as she caressed her aching tits. She could still feel the warmth emanating from the beaten and caned skin.

"Yeah, that thing wasn't cheap you know. It's okay, you can just pay me back for it later. You get paid next at your job right?" He took a swig of his beer and set it on the table. "My friends said they were coming over at two. It's two right now so you need to go."

"Oh... Okay. Sorry..." Laura whispered weakly, her voice was scratchy and hoarse from all the screaming she had done today. She was just barely able to put on her already ill fitting tube top. The top was already a couple sizes too small. It felt like it was completely cutting off the circulation in her body now that it was accommodating her new breasts. Laura dragged herself to the front door, knowing that Derek would never allow her to clean herself up before leaving.

"Oh hey babe? One more thing." Derek said as he gathered his tools of torment from the coffee table. Laura turned to look with her puffy red eyes and cum drenched face. "Those effects aren't permanent. It takes upkeep you know. By tomorrow your tits are probably going to be all small again. We need to do this again, so come back tomorrow too."

The color drained from her face. She wanted to melt into the floor or curl up in a ball and cry. Instead, she mustered all of her strength and nodded.

"O-okay Derek... I'll see you tomorrow... Thanks again..." Laura bit her lip to fight back fresh tears as she started her journey back to her dorm room. She was too broken to care about the stares she was getting from strangers once they saw her cum soaked face walk by.