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Blackmail, Part 8
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Summary: A high school senior is blackmailed by a male classmate and forced to take a pill regularly under his supervision, though she has no clue what the pill does. Contains: Female: breast expansion & more.
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It was around sunrise when Ted finally came home. Jade was struggling to squeeze herself back into her sundress.
He walked in, carrying a large paper food bag and Jade could smell hot bagels. Ted put it down on the counter, frowning at her clear state of distress. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Jade shot a glare, still trying to squeeze her breasts into the front of her dress. They were so tight, so uncomfortable. She was full of milk, the mounds hot and tingling. “Where were you?” she groused. “You were gone for hours.”
“Just running an errand,” Ted said as he approached.
“An errand?” Jade retorted. “In the middle of the night?”
“What’s got you so worked up?”
“You were supposed to be here!” Jade gave a disgruntled cry as one of her spaghetti straps snapped. She breathed heavily as she arched, one of her hands going to her back as she looked down at her hugely swollen breasts.
Ted looked as well. “I’m sorry,” he said as he continued to approach. “I’m supposed to take care of you.”
“That’s not it, Ted. I know what you get up to.”
“What do I get up to?” Ted countered playfully. Now he was closing in.
Jade gave a frustrated huff, looking up at him. She gasped as he came close enough for her nipples to brush in to his shirt. Her breasts were so round, so full without a hint of sagging. Hot, bloated, sore, and tingly. She desperately needed release. Jade pressed her lips against the whine coming up her throat.
“God, look at you,” said Ted.
Jade sniffed. “Don’t try to butter me up. I needed you. You left in the middle of the night. What am I supposed to think?” She tried to cover herself up with the torn dress. “I’m leaving,” Jade pushed past him, but he caught her arm.
“Stace…”
“Let me go!” she struggled, but he easily pulled her in to an embrace.
“Let me help you,” Ted urged, as her shoulders sagged in resignation. “Don’t be angry.”
He gently plucked her hands away from where she was clutching her dress against herself. He slid the one good strap off her shoulder, her chest heaving as it was exposed.
She looked down as he kissed her cheek. Another kiss landed against the side of her throat. Then he moved on to her cleavage and right breast.
When Ted hefted her up, Jade swung her legs around him by instinct. She groaned as he kissed her lower and harder, finding his way to her nipples as he carried her back to bed.
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Several hours later, Jade tugged on a sweater Ted loaned her. It was baggy everywhere except where it strained hard at the chest.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Ted said as they lingered by the door.
Jade offered a half-smile. “Gotta pick up my kid at the sitter’s,” she told him. “See you at the diner tomorrow morning?”
“Bright and early.” Ted grinned.
He gave her one more kiss goodbye, then she left the apartment, biting her bottom lip as she walked off.
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“Ack!” Pete yelped the following morning as he opened the barn door to the unexpected sight of Jade standing there, waiting for him. He stumbled back, falling on his ass in the straw.
“Shut up, you idiot,” Jade hissed, grabbing him by the scruff and dragging him into the barn. She closed the door behind him after throwing a glance around the farm, making sure that no one else was wandering around the grounds to hear them.
“J-Jade?” Pete stammered as he scrambled to his feet. “Where the hell have you been? You just disappeared and, oh—oh f-fuck, you grew,” he breathed, continuing to ogle, his jaw hanging. He gawked at the way her chest was straining the little waitress uniform she had on, her cleavage bulging heavily over the top, while the remaining buttons looked close to snapping right off.
“No shit,” Jade snapped, resisting the urge to assault him. She was breathing heavily, trying not to grimace from the tight compression of her chest. She really needed a uniform upgrade. “I have a boyfriend now, and…well…” She frowned, steeling herself, “I need more pills.”
“What!?” Pete stumbled back all over again.
“I need more. I have to make them bigger!”
Pete gave an odd groan, his hands shooting to his groin.
Jade wrinkled her nose at the sight of him. “Eugh, you’re disgusting!”
“If — if I give you more, you have to c-come back. I have to see,” Pete managed.
“Fuck it. Whatever, okay,” Jade responded. She yelped as one of her buttons popped off. “God, hurry up. I have to get to work.”
Pete practically staggered off through an adjacent door to a different part of the barn, from which Jade got the potent waft of cow dung. She wrinkled her nose, fanning her face with her hand, until Pete returned a moment later, hands quavering as he clutched a large bottle of pills. Meant for animals, no doubt.
Jade felt disgusted with herself as she accepted the bottle. But she was doing it for Ted. For his safety, and for their future together.
“One a day,” Pete said as he went back to drooling.
Jade rolled her eyes as she slipped out of the barn. She carefully navigated Pete’s family farm, ducking behind structures until she made her way to where her car was parked on a side road. She climbed inside.
She sighed as she unscrewed the cover on the bottle right there, stuffing one of the huge cow-pills into her mouth and gulping it down. She was so close with Ted, she just knew it. She needed one more strong push, then he would be all hers. With that in mind, Jade choked out another two pills, before washing to down it with a few gulps of the milkshake she had made herself earlier that morning. Gasping for breath, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, returned her thermos to the cup holder, and started the car.
It was time for work.
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Containing her milk took every ounce of Jade’s focus. But if she really tried, she could just manage.
Maybe it helped that her milk was getting thicker. It felt heavier and denser inside her, and was stickier against her fingers when it came out.
Her attention divided, Jade did her best to get through the work day.
“People are making so much in property investment these days,” she said as she added some cream to Ted’s coffee. He was seated in his usual spot, right at the counter in front of her. “I know you own that one building…have you considered fixing it up? Maybe get some new renters, expand, and who knows.”
She was trying to be discreet in her career suggestions, though it didn’t seem that she was fooling Ted. He was amused by her enthusiasm. “Property management? Not really my thing.”
“You can hire a manager,” Jade piped in.
“Seems messy,” Ted responded with a lazy smile.
Jade almost rolled her eyes, wanting to ask, Messier than being a criminal!?
“A lot of paperwork,” Ted added. “Not something I’m really interested in.”
Jade bit the corner of her lip as she considered this. “Well there are other ways to invest.”
“What’s that this obsession with finding me income. You thinking about us long-term?”
As Jade flushed Ted’s amusement grew.
“No, just chatting,” she said awkwardly.
“What about you?” said Ted. “I don’t see you as a waitress for the rest of your life.”
“Yeah, well, still figuring things out.” She gave him a sweet smile. “I have options.”
“Oh yeah?” Ted leaned closer. “Options?”
“Yeah,” said Jade breathily, leaning her elbows on the counter. “Lots.”
“News to me,” he said with playful jealousy.
It was during moments like these that it felt like they were the only two people in the diner. She wanted to kiss him, but instead managed to tear her gaze away, turning to pick up a plate the cook had put in the window. She walked off to deliver it to a nearby table.
Her uniform was barely fitting her. She hadn’t gotten the button fixed; hadn’t had a chance to. Not that she thought it was fixable. Jade needed another size up, though it was always awkward to ask. Maybe she should just find a seamstress or something and have them altered regularly with the rate she was growing. Jade sighed to herself, throwing a glance down at her chest. These babies were going to pave the way for her future.
After dropping off the plate, Jade went back to the front of the diner. She playfully leaned forward in front of Ted, allowing her breasts to perch against the counter, right in his face. At first he looked taken aback, then enraptured. He stared at the mounds, his adams apple bobbing as he ran his tongue over his top lip. He shot a nervous glance at her face. Jade smirked back.
“Like the view?” she whispered.
Before he could gather his bearings, Jade pulled back to retrieve another plate. This one was Ted’s eggs and toast. She passed it over to him, not even looking at him, then wiped a small coffee spill on the counter. There was a large plate of pastries on display under a glass dome cover. Jade snagged a plump chocolate croissant. It would be her third pastry so far that morning. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt ravenous that day. Jade took a generous bite, groaning in appreciation of the rich flavor. At the other end of the counter, a lone man looked up from his newspaper, adjusted his glasses, and gulped.
“Good?” said Ted as he watched her eat.
“You have no idea.” Jade lifted her glass of unpasteurized milk. She had been sipping it throughout the morning between the pastries, just gorging herself on food and drink. She almost felt guilty about the indulgences, but then she would remind herself the reasons she was doing it, and she would eat more. It was all aiding her seduction of Ted and her goal of a happy life with him.
Jade finished off the glass of milk, then stood there holding onto the counter, feeling a little breathless. She was flushed and warm, some sweat trickling down the side of her face. Her chest felt so full, but she tried to keep everything contained.
“You okay?” said Ted.
“Yeah,” said Jade. “Just a little hot.”
She tried to adjust her uniform a little. It just felt so tight, packing her in and compressing her lungs. At the top, where it was buttoned low, her cleavage was spilling forward, too much of it to be decent, but it wasn’t as though her boss was complaining. Her mounds bopped with her every movement, nipples aching for release. The nubs were prominent and sensitive, each nipple unnaturally larger, having grown to the size of a marble. They were always erect, always rubbing into her clothes, protruding out hard and blatant. Jade tried to move more carefully; tried not to antagonize things too much. She went to lift the pot of coffee—
Jade stopped again, eyes snapping shut. “Mmghhh…” a groan escaped her pressed lips. She just tried to breathe. The heat was building. The heat and the pressure, her breasts practically throbbing.
There was a surge. Jade threw her head back, her face contorting as pressure raced to her breasts, skin trembling and tightening, then swelling as it gave way to an increasing burden. She groaned as her breasts expanded, her uniform buttons snapping off one by one, giving way to her tremendous flow of cleavage, breasts pushing out, advancing, as she moaned and gripped the counter with trembling arms.
Jade opened her eyes. The spurt had ended, her breasts wobbling, and her bandeau barely hanging on to cover her nipples. Some of her pink areola was visible. Jade gasped and tried to cover her chest with her hands.
Ted had stood up, and was staring at her. In fact, the few patrons at the diner that morning had all frozen in their seats, gazes pinned to the huge-breasted waitress. At one of the tables, a stunned mother had covered her child’s eyes. Jade gasped for breath, feeling completely mortified. Each breast had swollen to the size of a volleyball, and the dam was about to break. Cradling the sides of her mounds, she turned and made her way towards the bathroom, whimpering.
She closed the bathroom door behind her and made her way over the sink to marvel at her reflection, taking in the hugeness. They were the biggest breasts she had ever seen, real or cosmetically achieved. They didn’t fit in on her comparatively small frame, their combined girth wider than her chest. They were ludicrously round, packed to the brim with milk, bloated and full. Jade whined as a tremor ran through one. She shoved the bandeau down and slid her hand along one of the flushed mounds, making her way to the nipple which had swollen to the size of a coke cap. A hiss escaped her throat, her eyes tearing. They were just so sensitive. Her chest heaved, breasts wobbling with her gasping breaths.
There was a knock on the door. Jade stiffened. “Occupied!”
“It’s me,” called back Ted.
Jade went to the door and opened it, allowing Ted to come inside.
“Are you okay?” he said. “What was that? It was insane!”
“I’m just growing out of control. It’s so uncomfortable, Ted,” she pleaded.
She needn’t say anymore. He backed her into the sink, until she was pressed into it. He hefted her up, so she was seated against the porcelain edge, and he leaned down to ravage her breasts as she groaned and clasped onto his shoulders. Her back arched, a groan escaping her lips.
Ted covered her mouth with his hand to keep her quiet, then sucked some more, sucked her until she was no longer unbearably tight. She squirmed and gasped, pulling him harder against her swollen flesh.
It seemed the pills were doing the trick.
