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"Guys, look at what my bf bought me. I can't believe I let him talk me into this. I'm a gymnastics instructor. What the hell am I thinking? My family thinks they look ridiculous but I can tell they like them. They keep lifting up my shorts or pulling open my dresses to look at them and feel them up, grope them. They were never like this with me before. I'm insanely excited to see them finally get aroused by me. It's like every daughter's dream. Every time they catch me walking around the house with a shirt on they make me remove it. They complain about 'How can I ruin my body like this?' or 'How can I let my bf talk me into ruining my breasts with these big ugly things?' And they proceed to get visibly horny, squeezing and playing with my breasts like we're hooking up at a swingers club.... more on that in a bit.

So yes, my bf is into big fake tits. We've only been dating six months and he is a hopeless gooner. His public Instagram his family follows him on is following like a thousand different adult models and he posts pervy comments on all their new pics. He'll literally be fucking me and leaving gross comments on their reels and pics. So he used some of his money that was supposed to be going to a college tuition and bought me these.

Why am I, a gymnastics instructor doing well for herself, dating this loser? It's simple. I find the way he treats me hot. He posts pervy shit on my gymastics videos and all my public content, openly talking about how badly he wants to 'destroy my holes' and make me gag on his cock. Like I posted a video before my surgery of me picking up coffee, smiling, talking about my morning routing. And he commented 'Fuck those lips and that mouth are so hot, I want to facefuck you until you puke, slut'. And his comment got a thousand likes. Many of which were from my family and friends.

Now that I have these, I dress in skimpy outfits and pretend to be a bimbo hooker he hired. He tells random people I'm his whore he pimps out, that he trafficked me from China and I'm his 'illegal slut'. My family is Korean and my IQ is probably double his, but I just giggle and smile and pretend not to know English. I'm legitimately thinking of taking IQ-lowering pills so I can better live out his bimbo fantasy for me. How insane is that?

My family, however, are now taking me to all kinds of clubs. I never knew they frequented places like this but I'm glad my huge fake boobs are helping us bond like my gymnastics never could. We go to family swinger events. People bring their college age daughters and watch us have sex before swapping us in and out, fucking us. Yes, my parents and I have had sex now. But I can hardly tell who I'm kissing or who's fucking me once we all have an orgy. My parents also like taking me to bdsm clubs. Where they love to have men test out how durable my new implants are. I'm lucky my bf got me high-end implants designed to endure extreme punishment. Like, my boobs are legit tailor made to be punching bags. So, why not treat them that way?

I'm not sure how much longer I can keep doing gymnastics and training these college girls. They know what's up. They see my bruises and whip marks on my boobs some days. The very fact that I have giant fake boobs now tips them off. Let's just say my legitimate business is quickly becoming a front for beautiful college girls to pay me to help with their gymnastics for all of twenty minutes before we all devolve into fucking. I can't believe I let some stupid gooner on Tinder ruin my life and turn everything into some oversexed fantasy. At least I'm closer to my family now. And in another few weeks my bf says I'm due for an upgrade. Apparently I'll be going twice as big.... great. I better start taking those IQ-lowering drugs or else I might start overthinking this. I should enjoy myself, and let my bf pump my breasts full of as much plastic as they surgeons can stuff in there."

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"First customer of the day," Adeline said. "What brings you down here?"

"Me? Oh, attending a medical conference. I'm Dr. Baker, a rum and Coke on the ice will be fine."

"Coming right up..... a medical conference? That's interesting. What's it about?"

"Oh, the rising epidemic of macromastia and how to deal with it."

Adeline bit her lip. "Is that right? Well, as you can see I know a thing or two about that."

"For sure. How long have yours been growing like this?"

"Oh, it started mostly after high school. I got pregnant and went from a D-Cup to a G-Cup. They haven't stopped growing. It's such a pain."

"Is that so? Mind if I take a look?"

Adeline removed her top. Dr. Baker checked her breasts, lifting them, weighing them in his hand, squeezing them until they started dripping milk. "Oh yeah, this is exactly what I'm studying. Interesting."

"What is it?"

"Well, I feel growths inside them, hard to tell if they're benign or malignant. But with women who develop breasts this big, you might as well just call them a pair of tumors and call it a day."

"They're that bad and unhealthy? Wow, I had no idea. All my girlfriends have breasts like mine." She explained this, getting her top back on.

"Is that so, tell you what." He pulled out his card, sticking it in her ample cleavage. "Visual aids are far more helpful for my colleagues and our students. I'm in town all week giving lectures. Do you think you can swing by so I can use your breasts in my lectures?"

"Use them, how exactly?"

"Oh, I'll need to open them up, point out any growths, and show my team how to perform a quick, effective double mastectomy, since the demand is skyrocketing for breast removal right now. Having a pair of tumors like this jiggling and falling out of your top basically just signals to everyone how unhealthy you are, and the bigger your tumors get, the sooner they'll likely claim your life, darling."

"Oh no.... I had no clue! I just thought I was really big breasted! Most guys love my boobs."

"That's a bit hard to believe. They're very clearly diseased. No one should glorify such unhealthy things like these." He gave one a nice slap.

"Wow..... uh, I can call and get coverage I guess? Can you remove them today?"

"Absolutely, dear. Oh, and do call your friends. My colleagues need to see a procedure like this performed at least a few times before they'll feel confident doing it themselves."

"Uhhh..... like, ten of my friends have macromastia, all of them are around my size or a bit smaller or bigger. How many should I reach out to?"

"Oh, all ten if you don't mind. Tell them it's an emergency. I'd very much love to lop off all their tumors for my colleagues. Should be quite educational. We're also conducting lectures on adult female circumcision, or declitting, as well as how to properly dismantle the vagina. Interested?"

"Well, I dunno.... You really want to take my pussy apart?"

"And your ten friends, the more visual aids the better, dear."

"Um.... I'll give them a call. Hang on. Do you need us for anything else? Are there more lectures?"

"Hmmm, I could expand the conference to cover a broader spectrum of surgeries rising in popularity. Amputations come to mind. Converting the mouth into a toothless sex apparatus with inflated lips. Probably more. Thank you for the suggestion, darling."

"N-No problem, guess we all need to clear our calendars...."

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"Guess who's about to become flat chested? Me! Sooo as you know I'm on vacation with my bf of three months and his awesome family! Well, I noticed they were staring at my breasts a lot which isn't too out of the ordinary. But we were all drinking around a bonfire last night and his mom says that she's surprised he likes girls with huge boobs like mine. His dad agreed and said, 'No offense, Avery, but I agree, is it like a medical condition? You're breasts are way too big'. I was kind of stunned, I said it's not a medical condition but I kinda suspect I might have macromastia since they just keep growing. My boyfriend finally answered and guys.... my heart dropped, he said he prefers small boobs but he thinks other than my boobs I'm really hot!

I blushed so hard. He said my breasts are always sweaty and falling out of everything, and that when we have sex you can hear them slap against my chest. Her mom said, 'I was wondering what that loud clapping noises was up there when you spend the night'. Her dad asked if it ever bruises my ribs..... I said no, again. They started teasing me more and it made me so wet. I'm used to guys worshiping my boobs, now they were all making fun of them. Even the waitress at the resort! My bf's dad pointed at me when she refilled our drinks and said 'Are her breasts way too big or what?'

The young waitress, trim and with small boobs giggled. She said, 'Oh totally, if mine ever got that big I'd get a reduction in a heart beat.'

I was totally dumbfounded.... My bf asked me straight up if I ever considered getting a reduction before and his mom said that 'I really need to get those things taken care of, they look ridiculous'.

I've never been so humiliated and so horny in my life. I was trembling. I said I really wanted to get a reduction and the waitress said there's a great surgeon at the resort and he specializes in 'dramatic breast reductions', that her friend was a JJ-Cup and went down to an A and she's never been happier.

'An A-Cup? Is that what you want?' I asked my bf.

He said 'Yeah, I'd love to see you go that small. You'd look incredible with a flat chest.'

'Guess we better give him a call....' I said, winded, as the waitress stuck the surgeon's card in my cleavage as my bf and his parents laughed. My bf and I fucked that night, he squeezed my tits sooo hard saying he couldn't wait to see me 'get rid of these things'.

I go in for surgery in three hours..... Wish me luck I guess? I'll be sure to post a vid asap of my bandaged up flat chest.... My bf's mom said she wants the surgeon to put my boobs of a scale once he 'chops them off' so she can take a picture and post it to Facebook and show all her friends what giant eyesores her son's bf finally got rid of. Her dad said I should make the pics of my boobs on a scale my profile pic...... I agreed..... Hopefully my bf and his parents will be satisfied after this and not want me to get rid of anything else or get some other medical procedure. I mean I'd do it in a heartbeat cause I'm a good girlfriend but fingers crossed this pleases them.... See you all soon!"

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I used to give massages to this girl named Brooke at my massage parlor. She was absolutely my favorite client. She was some Instagram model who bragged about eating a 5000-calorie-a-day diet to maintain her voluptuous figure. She had a fat ass, really large breasts, she told me to watch her MukBang videos and asked me questions like, 'If I keep eating like this how fat do you think I'll end up?' I was always very polite and told her something like 300lbs. She'd giggle and say she'll probably get bigger than that someday. She encouraged me to masturbate her and bring her to a climax every session, which would create a bit of a mess, as she was quite a squirter. She told me I had the best hands and could make her cum better than her toys. Her pussy was always so big and swollen and wet, totally puffed up by her lifestyle, full of fat. Then one day she stopped coming in.

I went on her Instagram and it was gone. I was confused. No idea what happened, some girls get a truckload of money and leave that scene behind. Wouldn't be the first time. I'm just bummed that I didn't get to massage her and hear her talk about gorging herself on fastfood to keep her ass and tits big for her audience. And getting to bring her to climax was always fun. Two years went by and I figured I'd never see her again, until earlier today......

I wouldn't have recognized her. But she said hi to me and seemed really excited to see me again. I looked her up and down and asked her what happened.

"Oh, well, after the last massage, which was amazing by the way, I matched with this gymbro dude on Tinder. He was nice but he took one look at me on our first date and said I really needed to lose weight. I was surprised how forward he was, I really appreciated it."

"You were pretty huge, Brooke."

"I know, looking back at my old videos and pictures makes my stomach turn. I was so unhealthy and legit heading for my first heart attack by 25."

"Not gonna lie the old you would've bragged about it."

"For real! Ughhh. So yeah, I even showed him my ass and he said I looked ridiculous, that he'd help me out and be my trainer, instead of my boyfriend."

"Ouch, so he didn't even want to fuck you?"

"Nope, he said he wasn't really into fat girls. So, I really liked this guy and figured if I lose weight and got fit, he'd be into me. Well, turns out after a year, dropping 100lbs, getting a breast reduction, even having my pussy surgically reduced in size because he said it was way too swollen and fat, he ended up dating this curvy brunette. I tell him how is she not too fat for him and he laughed, telling me he actually loved bigger girls and he was just a really big fan of mine and thought it would be hot to make me lose a ton of weight."

"I won't lie, this is actually making me rock hard just talking to you about it. All those curves gone. You'll never look like that again even if you gained more weight."

"Nope, my sexy, voluptuous body is ruined. And now I'm super into dieting and exercise. I actually want to lose more weight. Do you think I can?"

"You are pretty fat, still. I think you could shave off ten more pounds, darling."

Brooke smiled. "It makes me so hot, hearing you say that. Ughhhh, I wanted to get really fat soooo bad. Now I'm just grossed out about gaining weight and eating. That stupid Tinder guy broke my brain."

"Well, he wasn't wrong, you were way too fat. Still are." I said this, knowing it would turn her on.

She rubbed herself through her shorts. "Oh fuck..... I am way too fat still, aren't I?"

"Yep. How about I give you a nice workout back at my place?"

"Oooo, then you can give me a massage. Just be warned I don't really squirt anymore. Oh, and you can cum inside me, I'm so thin I'm like infertile now.... oh, and don't pull my hair too hard, it's starting to fall out a bit."

"Sounds like you're well on your way to getting skinny enough, we'll start with shaving ten more pounds off you and go from there."

She blushed. "Oh my god..... you're such a perv. I figured you were..... fine, I'll lose ten more pounds. Now get me back to your place and fuck this gross, fat ass of mine and shrink it til it's gone."

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"I think I've adjusted pretty well to city life, wouldn't you? I grew up in rural Indiana, managed to make it to college, aced everything, the highest in my class, etc. I get an internship in Munich. I couldn't be happier, always wanted to travel. I sit down at my internship and a few researchers walk in, I shake their hands and they're all staring and pointing at my breasts, whispering about me. I know, my breasts are pretty big. I've always considered maybe getting a reduction....Glad I didn't. The researchers at my internship had me strip naked, they inspected my body, and asked me questions like how sexually active I was, how many men have I slept with, how many kids I've had. They were surprised at how modest my answers were....

So, they informed me for my big internship I got thanks to my stellar academic achievements, I'd be..... abused, for statistics. I'm to walk around the city eight hours a day, get on public transportation, and ignore any advances or catcalls from men, no matter how aggressive. I'm part of a large-scale research study here to log the local epidemic of male sexual aggression. Definitely a worthy cause, but I just wish the study wasn't so crass.

I started out wearing my normal clothes on my walks but soon realized this was a huge mistake. Men would rip my clothes, or soil them one way another, cumming on me, pissing on me, and they'd get bloody, too, since lots of guys don't take being ignored very well. I'm one of about twenty other girls doing this every day, some with small breasts, some are heavier, others are always pregnant (they get the worst treatment by far). I've since learned my lesson and perform my walks naked.

We were picked because of our exceptional math skills and memory. We have to log every time men do something to us. Whether it's a harmless catcall. A caress is its own category. A grope is separate. Fondling our genitals is a third. We have to log when men spit on us, cum on us, piss on us (very common on the bus or train if I sit), and how often we're outright raped or forced to perform oral, or titfucked, in my case. We have to log spanks and slaps separately. And of course, the holy grail of the study, how often men hit us and full on assault/beat us up. I'm pretty good at memorizing my records for the day even if I'm beaten up so badly I get knocked out, the only problem is I can't log what happens to my body when I'm passed out.

So, I'm a non-pregnant, 'huge-breasted' intern, is my category. I'm kept on birth control, otherwise I'd be enormously pregnant by now. This will change eventually. After a year we're going to rotate roles in the study. The smaller-chested girls will be given implants. My breasts will be reduced substantially and I'll likely have to begin getting pregnant. Not sure how many times I'll have to switch, they might reinflate my breasts with implants later on, but they'll never be natural like this again.

For now it's our duty to log all of this info six days a week. We're not told how long we'll have to intern here and participate in this program. I'm beginning to think we might actually just be trafficked or kidnapped. It's OK, though. It's certainly for a good cause, to help make the public aware of the statistics, though I'm unsure if they're gathering this info to make the public aware and discourage the behavior or increase it and get the numbers higher. My superiors seem very glad when we're assaulted and always seem to be in the best of moods picking us up from the hospital, so I think they like seeing us get beaten up. Not surprising really, guys seem to be having fun with us..... I wish I could've pursued a normal profession but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited to have my body used this way and tortured by men constantly. I walk around with so much more confidence than I used to, and get very aroused when I see an angry guy walk toward me, looking like he wants to hurt me. ❤️"

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"Well, my sisters found me once again. I just can't escape them, no matter what I do. My wife said she doesn't mind them, so maybe I should just give up already? I just feel bad for her and don't want her getting less attention. For those unaware, I'm one of four quadruplets. My mother had us in college. We were always close but my mother took pretty strong fertility drugs until she popped at 32. It's normal to take fertility drugs while pregnant, they're designed to always be taken because they rebalance your hormone levels, increase libido, and promote breast growth. However, new research indicates that girls in the womb subjected to this wind up.... not adjusted correctly to society. Let's just say.

It's not like we live in a Red State where's it's just a warzone and every girl is some different genre of horny mess. I visited Alabama once and every single girl was pregnant. They all had breasts bigger than their heads. Guys would grope and have sex with them in public and they would not care, guys would even hit some of them and they'd giggle about it, I saw dudes inject girls with stuff while they were casually having conversations and not even look down at who was injecting them with what and how much. I saw like four girls pop. And the only girls I did see without a pregnant belly had monster cocks they could barely conceal.

So, I'm grateful we live where we do. My mom was just traditional and like the look of being heavily pregnant. However.... my sisters came out just like girls from red states. They all have a pretty substandard IQ. They were poorly adjusted at school, never graduated high school. By the time they were adults they were posting fetish content on their public social media, having sex with each other, and became obsessed with me. I guess the fertility drugs didn't affect me. But my sisters are a total mess.

They're 23 now and I've spent the last four or so years trying to live a normal life. I got married to a great girl I met in college who's just 'normal horny' and not 'nymphomaniac on steroids horny'. My wife thinks it's cute I have these three stalking me wherever I go. They must track my phone somehow or something. I was sitting in my hotel room after a meeting with a client and I got a knock on my door. I thought it was room service, so I opened it without thinking and there were my sisters, wearing short robes. They stripped and pushed me in the room.

They're already heavily pregnant with my kids. They took turns sucking me off, getting my cum on their faces so we can go out together like this. I asked if they brought anything to wear outside and they held up tiny string bikinis that won't cover they breasts at all. I feel defeated. Wherever I go they find me. If I spend too long at home they know where that is and involve my poor wife in everything. She seems to have fun but I don't want these three airheads rubbing off on her too badly.

So now I'm gonna walk around the city with these three on my arms, dragging me to some bdsm club or whatever they have planned. Can I trick them into going to some hardcore sex party where dudes might just decapitate them for fun? I'm kidding. I wouldn't do that...... probably. Oh well, looks like I'll be taking them home and finally just accepting that I'm destined to have four wives. I just know they're going to pump my wife full of fertility drugs and turn her from the lovely, funny girl I fell in love with to a big-titted airhead like them who wants to wear my cum everywhere and get so pregnant she can hardly walk. Not the end of the world, I guess...."

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The platonic ideal of a slampig. She is made to be bred. She radiates both kindness and sluttiness. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I love her. Her boobs are fucking huge and she’s so pretty. She’s like if Dakota Johnson and Sabrina Carpenter fused and had the body to match that collective sexual energy. I’d enjoy having sex with her and she seems like a nice person. 😵‍💫

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Taking What’s Hers

Valerie had spent years trying to ignore her bully Chelsea. The lie spreading. The taunts. The way Chelsea could destroy someone’s entire sense of self with nothing more than a well-placed insult and a condescending smirk.

Chelsea had been untouchable. And then, one day, she wasn’t. A car accident wiped her off the map. People mourned. Her sorority sisters mourned. Her numerous boyfriends mourned. But for Valerie, it had been a quiet kind of relief. No more whispers, no more ridicule, no more being treated like less. She was happy to forget Chelsea ever existed.

So why was she standing in Chelsea’s sorority bedroom staring at an open velvet-lined box containing a pair of comically large fake breasts?

“She wore them everyday and no one knew.” Said the voice of Bella, Chelsea’s bestie and second in command at the sorority.

“Wow a narcissist enhanced her image with big fake tits, stop the presses. Also for the record everyone knew they weren’t real.” Valerie said crossing her arms. “Why did you ask me here?”

Bella grinned watching her like a cat watching a wounded bird. “Because Chelsea left these magnificent beauties to you.”

“You’re kidding right? I don’t want anything from her, especially not her douchebag attractors.” Valerie said with a scoff.

Bella laughed. “Relax, these are so much more than just superficial.” She nudged the box closer. “They were the source of her power. Everything about Chelsea, the confidence, the beauty, the way people worshipped her? It wasn’t just her. It was them.”

“Cool, you keep them then, I’m out of here.” Valerie said turning away from the box.

Bella rolled her eyes. “Ugh, don’t be so dramatic. Just try them on? Just for a second? I promise you’ll love it.”

Valerie shook her head. “No.”

Bella’s smirk didn’t falter. “Sorry but Chelsea’s instructions were quite clear.” Then she lunged. Before Valerie could react, Bella slammed the silicone forms against her chest.

A shockwave tore through her body. Her limbs spasmed. A gasp ripped from her throat as the fake tits melted through her top and latched onto her chest. The silicone pulsed, stretching, expanding, merging, not just attaching to her body, but becoming part of it. Valerie trembled, her fingers clawing at her chest, chasing the disappearing seams.

As the last part fused to her body her head snapped back, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. A whisper curled through the void like smoke. It promised her greatness, power, beauty. But the voice wasn’t unfamiliar. It was Chelsea.

“You always wanted this, didn’t you?” Chelsea purred, curling around her thoughts. “To be admired. To be feared. To be someone worth noticing?”

Her lips burned, plumping into a perfect, glossy pout. Her hair grew, spilling out of her ponytail and down her back in thick, silky waves. Her waist pinched inward, her hips curved outward. Her nails grew longer into an expensive French tip. She tried to resist, tried to hold onto herself, but Chelsea’s voice was everywhere.

“Let me in, babe.” Chelsea whispered. “You don’t have to fight me anymore. Just let go. Let me take over, and I’ll make you everything you were meant to be.”

Valerie’s mind reeled, drowning beneath the weight of Chelsea’s presence. Her limbs felt heavy, her thoughts muddied. She could feel herself slipping, ceding ground, becoming nothing more than a whisper beneath Chelsea’s will.

“That’s right.” Chelsea cooed. “Just let me take over. Soon, you won’t have to think at all. I’ll make you the most powerful, most beautiful bitch on campus. No one will ever ignore you again. You’ll no longer be the victim, you’ll be the bully. Just consider this as me taking what’s mine.”

The words struck like a spark in dry grass. A sudden, violent heat exploded in Valerie’s chest, not fear, not surrender, but something sharper.

Desire. She wanted what Chelsea was selling. She didn’t want to be erased. She didn’t want to be someone’s puppet. She wanted to be the bitch in charge. And why couldn’t she, it was her body after all.

Valerie’s mind snapped back into focus, her will surging like a tidal wave. “No.”

Chelsea’s voice faltered. “What?”

“You don’t get to take this from me. These tits are mine now! This power is mine now! It’s time for a new wicked bitch to be in charge.” Valerie’s smirk curled as she grasped Chelsea’s presence the pathetic ghost lingering in her mind and crushed it. Chelsea screamed inside her head, but it was too late. Valerie devoured her.

The moment Chelsea’s presence shattered, Valerie felt it, an intoxicating rush, a flood of memories, of knowledge, of power. It wasn’t just that Chelsea was gone. She had been absorbed and it felt orgasmic.

Flashes of Chelsea’s life seared through Valerie’s mind, not as distant memories but as if she had lived them. She felt the weight of designer heels clicking against the hallways, the thrill of riding the cock of her rival’s boyfriend. She knew how to tear someone apart with nothing more than a well-placed smirk, how to command attention without saying a single word.

Every secret, every manipulation, every whispered insult Chelsea had ever delivered, it was hers now. The instinct to twist people around her finger, to break them or make them obsess over her, burned beneath her skin like second nature.

Her body understood things it never had before. The slow, deliberate sway of her hips that made men weak. The exact way to tilt her chin to appear both untouchable and irresistible. The effortless precision of a lazy, half lidded gaze that made people beg for her approval.

She didn’t just remember Chelsea’s beauty and seduction aptitude. It was in her bones now. Muscle memory. Innate. Valerie had been reshaped, not just physically but mentally, emotionally. She was sharper, colder, more aware. Better.

She exhaled, a slow, satisfied breath, reveling in the sheer dominance that now pulsed through her as her eyes rolled back to normal.

Bella took a step back, breathless. “Chelsea? Did it work like you thought?”

The name sliced through the air, and something inside Valerie snapped. She could correct Bella. She could laugh and tell her the bitch Chelsea was still dead and she was in charge now.

But where was the fun in that? Chelsea’s name still held sway in the college. With it Valerie could take the sorority, she could have her choice of men, she could make Bella do her bidding.

Well, really she could now do that as herself too but there was something so poetic about taking over the life of a girl who had sought to do the same to her. Poetic and evil, just the way she liked it.

Slowly, she turned to Bella, tilting her head with that perfect, effortless confidence she had seen in Chelsea dozens of times. She licked her lips, then let a slow, wicked smirk spread across them.

“Miss me, bitch?”

Bella gasped, eyes lighting up with something like awe. “Oh my god!” She hugged Valerie like an old friend and for all intents and purposes she was. “You look so hawt in this loser’s body.”

Valerie laughed, smoothing a manicured hand over her now perfect body. “Don’t I just?” It wasn’t a lie or a performance, she was utterly in love with herself.

“I look even better than I did before.” She turned back to the mirror, admiring her beauty, her new magnificently huge tits. The power that now radiated from her. “Don’t you agree?” She asked of Bella that was more of a statement than a question. Bella however nodded enthusiastically.

Chelsea had been a nightmare. A legend. A queen. And now, Valerie was going to be so much worse.

She turned back to Bella, smirking. “Now.” She purred, voice dripping with confidence, “Let’s get out of here, I’m horny and there needs to be a cock between my tits now!”

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"Guys, I really did it. I convinced Hannah Campbell to get a breast reduction. Holy shit she actually went for it! I never thought I'd manage to make a girl like her do this but you guys are the best community around! When I first started looking into this I had no idea anybody else fantasized about girls like Hannah getting their breasts chopped off. Every guy I saw on forums would just whine when girls got a reduction but I thought it was so hot seeing girls with huge, perfect tits get them destroyed.

The after pics were the hottest. The girls were really shy now about showing them. They used to be so proud but now they covered them up like crazy. Then you find one or two leaked pics of the girls with small, ugly boobs, nipples misaligned, all stitched or scarred up, completely unnatural looking. Resembling less an elective surgery they consented to to get smaller boobs and more so a haphazardly done surgery to put their tits back together after getting into a car crash or mauled by an animal. They were that bad!

So when I found this page and saw you guys posting guides on getting Instagram models to get a reduction, I was skeptical. But once I posted Hannah in my thread, I saw you guys slowly brigade her comments sections and chatting on her live streams. Negging her. Saying her breasts are way too big. Using sick or puking emojis when she jiggled them or took off her top. Begging her to get them chopped off in her comments. You were right, her simps and fans fell in line like the lemmings they are and joined in the negging and teasing her about her breasts. Soon her pictures, which used to be 99% men drooling over her, were men and women alike laughing about her chest, saying 'wtf why are her boobs so huge' or 'has she heard of breast reductions???' or 'somebody get her a surgeon, those udders are not it!'

And like you guys said, she must've ate it up. She didn't ban anyone or disable comments. She started to like and 'heart' these comments. Pretty soon she was posting TikToks with scissor emojis teasing how small she should make her breasts. Asking for advice. Telling her fans how badly she wanted to 'finally' get her breasts chopped off, like it was the plan all along. She asked if anyone know a good surgeon. Most people joked about handing any random guy a saw and getting it over with before they sag to her knees, others mirrored that joke, telling her to go to Home Depot and see if they can help her out and chop them off. Not long after that, we got the crown jewel I've always wanted to see, as her 'fan'.

She posted a video of her surgery. Her breasts getting chopped off in 1.5x speed at the surgeon and anesthesiologist cracked jokes about her breasts being the size of watermelons and being so big they'd smother any kids she tried to breast feed. They said her breasts were good for tit-fucking and that's about it. Now she's a small B-Cup and we all tell her what a vast improvement it is, and if she lost some more weight they'd shrink even more! Well, on to the next girl. We're going to do a poll soon if anybody else wants to join the next brigade. We have some really good ones lined up this time...."

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"Wow, those are really gorgeous," a commuter complimented Michelle's breasts.

"Oh, um, thank you!" She blushed, smiling big, looking away, very embarrassed.

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, it's OK, I'm actually really flattered. Most men just grope me. Or jerk off on them as I commute into the city."

"Sorry to hear that...."

"Oh don't be. I kind of like it actually, I'm still getting used to my breasts being so big so the whole thing makes me kind of shy."

"They haven't been this big long?"

"No, I'm part of a research study on radiation-induced gigantomastia."

"That's a mouthful, how'd you get roped up in that?"

"Well, my insurance I guess has this waiver I had to sign like in order to keep being insured I can be selected for research studies. Which I don't mind at all!"

"And that's this..... radiation thing?"

"Oh, yeah! It's pretty cool actually."

"I'm all ears."

A man stood next to Michelle, taking out his dick, jerking off standing next to her. She smiled big and blushed, giggling. "Oh God, OK, let me." Michelle took the man's cock, jerking it off for him as she resumed the conversation. "Sooo, basically I used to only have a C-Cup last year. They injected a small culture of benign and malignant cysts and tumors and put them in my boobs. Then they started using targeted radiation to accelerate their growth. I'm a biology major so it's actually super interesting to me!"

"So your breasts are full of cysts and tumors?"

"Yep! Who knows how many. Oh, do I hear groaning? Hang on." Michelle jerked off the man next to her more enthusiastically, opening her mouth wide. She directed his six consecutive loads into her mouth, looking up at him, keeping eye contact. "Any more?" The man shook his head no. "Awww, you did great," she said, swallowing his load. The man slapped his dick against her cheek, wiping it off. "Thank you," she said as he zipped back up, heading to the business car. "Anyway," she wiped his cum off her cheek with her fingers, eating the rest of his cum.

"You seem awfully busy," the first man joked.

"Yep, always am! Guys just can't help themselves. At least you're well behaved."

"For now."

Michelle bit her lip, feeling her breasts, bunching them together. "Soooo, yeah, my boobs are filled to the brim with cysts, tumors, and other growths, which are being inflated super fast with radiation. This is a popular new Korean med-spa thing to rapidly grow monster-size boobs, but these researchers are testing to see how dangerous it is."

"Judging by how massive those are, I'm going to say very. I bet there are tumors in those things the size of your head."

"Oh definitely, even bigger probably! At least they're still soft. For now!"

"And what exactly is the endgame of this?"

"Well, to inflate them as much as possible, harvest the biggest growths in my boobs, patch me up and force me to grow more."

"Wait, so your breasts are basically like farms for these tumors and cysts Korean girls are inflating their breasts with?"

"Correct! So every six months or so my boobs will be reduced to like.... a DD-Cup, then they'll be reinflated. This is actually already my second batch! Last time they got quite a bit bigger before my team took all the growths out and started over, leaving me with a DD-cup. So for the foreseeable future I'm gonna have to grow these massive breasts and get them reduced over and over. The biggest tumor last time was like the size of a watermelon! I couldn't believe how many they pulled out and that all those things were in my boobs. It's kinda hot but yeah, probably very dangerous."

"Damn, shame you can't keep them."

"Oh, I can! Once the study is over in three years I was told I can stay as big as I want or get a full double mastectomy."

"I hope you intend to keep them."

"Why, you love big radiation-inflated tits like these?" She bunched them together and he could see the outline of a growth about the size of her head push against the surface of her breast.

"And I'm guessing you're headed to the city to get those things pumped with more radiation?"

"Uh-huh, I should get biohazard tattoos on these things to warn guys.... Just kidding, it's safe for everyone, just not the girl carrying them around."

"Worth it, I'd say."

"Me, too! Since you've been such a gentleman.... I don't get off for another eight stops.... wanna take me to the restroom over there and have some fun?"

"I take it that's why you were already sweaty when I got on?"

"I like to reward guys who chat with me instead of just treating me like a toilet to shoot cum into. Not that I mind that, just look at these breasts, who can blame them?"

"I sure can't. You seem to enjoy getting guys off."

"I mean..... it IS important for the research study, immersing myself in the lifestyle of a girl obsessed with male satisfaction so badly I'd overflow my own breasts with radiation-fueled growths. My team loves to hear about my little adventures. Thankfully as a biological researcher I can do much of my work sitting down....."

"I take it that means you're definitely keeping those massive breasts?"

Michelle blushed. "I'm totally addicted to them. I love growing all these awesome oversized tumors for my team to drop their jaws at. I think it's exciting seeing that come out of me....." She pushed her breasts together, horny as hell, taking the man's hand, pushing it onto one of her breasts. "Now come on, get me nice and sweaty again before I see the team! And if I ever see you on this train again, you better not chat with me, OK? I want you to grope my tits and demand to put your cock in me."

"I won't even ask, sweetheart, I'll just rip off your clothes and have all the fun I want."

She bit her lip, standing with a hefty jiggle. "Good boy. Now fuck my poor, irradiated brains out, OK? You can be as rough as you want, my team loves to see my boobs come in bruised and beaten up!"

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"Dad come here," Amaya said.

Her dad reluctantly entered, knowing what it was going to be about. "Yes, darling?"

"Daddy, look at how big my boobs are getting....." She smiled and lifted her top, feeling her breasts, showing them off for him.

"Sweetheart, please. Don't expose yourself like that."

"Why? Aren't they pretty? You don't think so?"

"No, they are. They're gorgeous, baby. But please, I'm your dad. You shouldn't be showing off your body like this to me."

"Why not? We're both adults. I'm twenty-one now. Is it really a big deal?"

".... I mean, yes. People will talk if they see you doing this stuff."

"Let them! I'm sure they'll just be jealous you have a daughter who loves you this much. Plus, I'm only here for the week."

"I know, darling. But look...... Do you have to keep taking those pills? I know you're sponsored or something like that but..... I'm starting to worry. Your breasts are getting extremely big."

Amaya giggled. "Awww, you're so worried, daddy! That's so cute." She gave her still-bare breasts a good squeeze, making them squirt milk. "Oops. Sorry...."

"Jesus, get a look at those..... they're lactating and everything, huh?"

"Yep! Says they induce lactation right on the bottle. I'm kinda lucky I got a really good sponsor for my tuition. Lots of girls are sponsored by Femruptarin and Rocket and stuff that's kinda dangerous. These are pretty safe."

"So these companies will pay your whole tuition?"

"Yep! They reached out to me on TikTok a week into college and offered to sponsor me. I said yes right away when they showed me their other advocates. All I have to do is make five videos a week demonstrating the effects of their product and plug it in a couple vids and talk about what we love about the product. Which is so easy! I wear their merch and happily boast that they sponsor me. I think the results speak for themselves, don't you, daddy?" She pushed up close to him, her enlarged breasts pressing against his chest.

"Sweetheart.... um..... I'm happy for you, but--"

She got up on her toes and kissed him. They both kissed deeply before she pulled back slightly. "Sorry, part of the reason I agreed is I know how much you love big breasts. You gawk at any girl bigger than a D cup. And since you're so lonely without mom, I figured taking on this sponsorship might be good for both of us."

"You're really OK with this?"

"It's only for a week, right? My company rep will be so happy! Our slogan is 'Seduce Anyone' after all. Our commercials even have girls using their breasts to seduce their married boss, celebrities, and plenty with family members."

"You're really into this whole sponsorship thing, huh?"

"Yep! If I seduce someone like you, I'll get a bonus. They'll double it if you knock me up....."

"Sweetie.... I can't get my own daughter pregnant."

She reached for his cock, feeling it as she pressed her tits against him, making them drool milk. "Your cock seems to think different, daddy. Now come on, fuck some kids into me. My whole sorority will be SO jealous! And you'll be helping me grow my boobs faster."

"Holy fuck you're so hot.... fine, but if my friends or the neighbors find out, you seduced me, OK?"

"In that case, I'll be sure to brag about it even louder."

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I have such an intense overwhelming fetish for huge natural breasts, like I'm literally obsessed, I can't cum without them, I won't fuck anyone who's insufficiency busty, I break things off if they don't let me titfuck........ but all your breast reduction/removal stories make me cum myself silly like nothing else. I've even started thinking about the busty girls I bring home getting reductions while I'm in the middle of fucking their tits and cumming even quicker between them.

Glad you're back!

I also would love if you could do more stories that assume the reader is a trans lesbian with a big cock but that'd just be a treat for me

This is a lot. But thanks! I love breast reduction/debreasting for the same reason I love weight gain and detrans. It feels SO taboo to give up beauty to fulfill a kink. I think that central idea is what most of my erotica is about. Not that women who get reductions, heavy girls, or detrans people aren't beautiful. I happen to think most women look way better bigger, for instance. But it's all from a popular culture standpoint, like any taboo.

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"Guys, why did you have to send me down this rabbit hole? My breasts were legit perfect. Now I'm totally addicted to destroying them. I can't believe I'm really doing this to myself. I feel crazy. Any girl would be so fucking lucky to get implants like mine right before college. Mine were some of the biggest tits on campus and I wanted to go bigger. My family of course loves seeing me with giant breasts, so they were gonna buy me bigger implants at the end of the semester. I was totally in love with having massive tits. And you guys had to spoil my fun!

It started slow. You guys sent me a video or two of before/afters. Girls showing off their huge breasts, while giggling and casually talking about getting their boobs deflated to nothing. Soon that amazing video of that tanned Korean girl with LL-Cup breasts positively giddy about getting 'her boobs chopped off' in front of her audience. I was like wtf are you guys sending me? Then you sent the first surgery vid.

Oh. My. God. I never masturbated so hard in my life. It was that same Korean girl, awake as can be, these frat boys who were training to be surgeons stood around her, gripping and stroking their hardons through their shorts. She casually drank a beer and chatted with her audience as the frat boys injected her boobs with some kind of numbing agent and ohhhh fuck. They dismantled her tits like nothing. Hers were naturally, and they just cut pieces off, tossed them in the trash and cracked jokes as she cheered them on, drinking beer, giggling up a storm, talking about them taking her boobs apart like it was the most normal thing ever.

I came again and again to that video. It gave me total brainrot, guy. Then the frat boys jerked off on her face and breastless chest. She put up two peace signs, no boobs, blew a kiss and that was it. I watched it over and over dumbly thinking it was unique. It destroyed my TikTok algorithm. It went from other busty girls trying on new clothes and stuff to these girls' 'secret account'. In reality they save a huge backlog of content and post later. Like half the girls I followed and loved already did this, getting their breasts destroyed in front of an audience.

I knew I didn't want my boobs just hacked off or anything so easy. In fact, I wasn't sure if I wanted to lose my boobs at all. So I got a reduction. I the surgeon pull out my beautiful designer implants daddy bought me and throw them out like trash, only to trim my breasts up, cut away a whole bunch of them, and stitch them up with the new implants I requested: cheap silicone implants like a porn star, from 8000CCs to 3000. I kept looking at that, stitched up, masturbating in the mirror, moaning to myself that I ruined my boobs. I destroyed my beautiful, perfect princess tits daddy got me.

I posted the vid of my implants getting pulled out and tossed in the trash to TikTok and my family found the video. Instead of getting mad they told me I can go smaller. That my boobs were still way too big. So I did it. I got my implants removed. All in one summer. May in the first pic, July in the second, the end of August in the third. Completely destroyed in one summer! My boobs are natural now, with scars. My nipples are like a tenth of the size they were, cut so small they look like a boy's nipples. They used to be the size of a coaster and puffy. After my first reduction the surgeon made them about the size of the rim of a shot glass. Not puffy at all. Now they're totally tiny, barely even feminine. They were so huge and swollen. But I had to go and do this.

And now I masturbate in front of my mirror, looking at them. They're still D-Cups. That's way too big. How can I walk around with such a big fat pair of breasts like these? No way..... So, in another two weeks, I'm getting them reduced again, to a small A. I've already started telling people I'm getting another reduction. Strangers who don't know I used to have huge breasts hit on me and compliment my breasts. I smile and tell them I'm getting a reduction, that mine are 'way too big'. They get so disgusted like I'm ruining my perfect body. News flash, that's the point! I wonder what else I can do? Maybe the surgeon can debeautify my face and make me ugly or older looking. Oooo maybe her can destroy my pussy? Mine is nice and swollen, ripe to be dismantled. Maybe I have a desexing kink? Who knows. Keep your ideas coming guys, my twisted new obsession won't end with my breasts!"

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"Well, we hoped it wouldn't happen but our poor, lovely daughter Laura is yet another victim of modern sorority life. On her first day we saw her off, hugged her, she said she wouldn't touch alcohol or go to parties. She'd focus 100% on her studies and make something of herself. Shortly after starting, she barely communicated, and the snippits we heard were not exactly reassuring. She'd always be panting, in a hurry, or sometimes we'd hear wet slapping noises on the other end we both knew were her getting fucked.

She'd try to end the call fast but always let something slip. Like, 'God my tits are so engorged they're leaking again' or 'I can't believe how fat I'm getting', one time she put the phone away from her to holler at another girl that she wasn't due for three more months and that 'she might pop', another time she was on the toilet moaning, she picked up the phone sounded winded and groggy, telling us over and over again that 'it hurts so bad to pee,' and we'd hear her pissing on the other end as she let out little gasps of pain. We barely got a word in as she finally slowed down to tell us it's been burning really bad when she pees and she probably caught something, before telling us she loves us, goodbye.......

Well we barely heard anything the last year, she should be graduating. So we figured out when the ceremony was and apparently she was in her own category with a bunch of other girls..... so we had to wait as lots of students went up on stage, smiling, getting their diplomas. Finally they announced a category of 'honorable graduates' who passed because they were entered into drug trials by their insurance.....

The girls go up on stage dressed in bikinis with bunny ears on like pinup models, strutting out, only for the commencement official to roll the diploma up, put it into a large dildo, and pull down the girls' bikinis to ram it up their ass or pussy. Our daughter came out, smiling and drooling. The guy shoved it up her ass and she moaned, rolling back her eyes, begging for more. He spanked her and sent her on her way. She stood the rest of the time fondling herself.

We got her home with her diploma and a file saying that she had given birth five times in her four years there to over twenty kids. Her breast size is a KK-Cup. She weighs almost 300lbs. And her IQ was 'successfully reduced from 175 to just 38. She's barely even functional as a person. She pisses and shits herself almost on purpose. She plays with herself nonstop. She begs us, her parents, to 'fuck more kids into her'. Everything she says is slurred and missing words or grammar. She mumbles and moans everything.

The college sent a counselor a couple days later who placated Laura as we spoke by fucking her. He said she's still got a rocksolid womb so she's great for breeding. She's soft and curvy so she can be prostituted no problem. Her breasts produce a ton of milk we can sell. And he even suggested we can give her more IQ-lowering drugs if she's too much to handle until she's completely passive, almost like vegetative but awake, just so dumb she can't move or talk. We said we'll consider it, because it's such a hassle cleaning up after her and dealing with her constant masturbating. We put her in diapers sometimes but she just takes them off or gets even hornier....

So, at least she didn't pop. Oh well, her father and I are going to breed her, sell the babies to needy couples, whore her out either by chaining her to her bed and letting people in, or shaving off her remaining IQ like the counselor recommended. It's exciting to have her home again, just a shame that she's a brainless nymphomaniac and not the Laura we knew. Her younger sister goes to college this fall and seems to be really excited to turn out like Laura. We'll just have to wait and see...."