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Blackmail, Part 1
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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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Pete was the top student in their graduating class and he was due to be valedictorian at graduation next month. He was a prodigy. Answers came easily to him, as he barely ever studied, that Jade could tell. Pete just cruised by in life with easy friends, modest popularity, and a laidback family. His parents owned a farm, and Pete supposedly helped out during the summers. He had intimate knowledge on how to nurture, breed, and milk animals. The fact that he could contort such innocent learning into something so depraved added to Jade’s certainty that Pete’s background wasn’t as simple as he would have people believe.
The two of them were in a broom closet, though from an outsider’s perspective, it was hardly suspicious. If they were caught, Jade somehow doubted the janitorial staff would be surprised about two eighteen-year-olds sneaking around after school hours had ended.
Pete and Jade met regularly. Tuesdays and Fridays. It was only the fifth of their meetings, but they always went the same way.
“Here,” said Pete, smirking as he held up a large green pill in the palm of his clammy little hand.
Jade glared, grumbled, and bit down on the inside of her cheek as she usually did. Then she reached out and grabbed the pill, holding it up to frown at it.
Jade didn’t know what the pills were. She had asked but Pete had never divulged. They could have been sugar pills for all she knew. They could have been something more sinister.
Heaving a defeated sigh, Jade dropped the pill on her tongue and gulped it down. She had no choice in the matter. After all, Pete was blackmailing her.
Jade was one of the top students in her class. Second only to Pete, ironically enough. She came from a strict family and had had an upbringing abundant in nannies, tutors, and extracurriculars. She had been homeschooled until the age of fourteen. Her parents spent most of their time travelling for business, but when they were around, they were very clear about their expectations for her.
Jade had been accepted into some of the best universities in the country. Her father was pleased but pessimistic when he surveyed the rebellious behavior of her younger cousins. He had promised that if Jade did anything to jeopardize her transition to college, he would happily kick her out and cut her off.
So when she had been caught, by Pete, cheating on her college entrance exams, she had been severely and truly fucked.
“How are you feeling?” said Pete without sincerity. He wanted to know how the drug was affecting her. Whatever it was.
Talking to him hadn’t been part of the agreement. “Fuck off,” said Jade, shoving the shorter teen back into a shelf, where he stumbled and fell back, cleaning supplies sprinkling atop him. A bit pacified by the weak assault, Jade turned and left the closet.
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She was itchy.
No, that wasn’t the right word.
More like tingly. Her skin felt warm and tingly, especially around her chest. Her breasts had been sensitive lately. Originally she had thought that her period was coming early, but it hadn’t, and she shuddered at the thought that Pete could be trying to enhance her somehow.
Jade cut off that train of thought. She wouldn’t think about it, because when she did, she panicked. Instead, she heaved her backpack onto her shoulder and walked briskly out of the school building towards the student parking lot.
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It was days later and her symptoms were exacerbating. Her boobs were achy and bloated. She was slowly coming to understand what the freak was doing to her.
“You’re breasts are responding well to the treatment,” said Pete during their next meeting.
Jade stood completely indifferent, trying not to lose her shit.
That’s when Pete reached out with his grubby hands as though to grab her. Jade immediately took a step back, tripping on a mop.
“Ut, ut, ut,” Pete chastised, waggling his finger. “You promised to let me examine you. Visually as well as physically.”
And then he proceeded. It wasn’t excessive. He honestly just grazed her nipple through her shirt, causing a gasp to come up her throat. She hadn’t noticed they were hard, not until Pete gave them the lightest touch. She was reacquainted with the growing sensitivity, and she felt her legs turn to jelly beneath her. A hot flush crawled up her throat, burning her cheeks.
“Excellent,” said Pete, with perverse satisfaction. He gave her small breasts another long stare, licking his lips. “I’ll see you Tuesday.”
It took a moment for her to collect herself. Right. Tuesday, she thought, as she shoved her way out of the broom closet, arousal morphing into disgust.
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Jade had always been insignificant in the chest department. Flat, to put things in crass terms. And she had been completely content. She put on dresses, tank tops, t-shirts, tight things, loose things—she wore a large variety of clothes happily. The shape of her chest had never particularly bothered her, and she never felt any shame about it. By fourteen, when she had entered schooling, she and all the other posh private-school kids seemed to have gotten past the tasteless bullying phase of adolescence.
So for Jade to see her small A-cups budding, at the age of eighteen, was rather…confusing, to say the least. Her small breasts had never necessitated a bra, yet now they were softening, growing. They were beginning to push out and take shape, and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it, except being certain that this was Pete’s doing.
That filthy pervert, Jade thought as she surveyed herself in her bedroom mirror.
A knock on her bedroom door made her jump and she quickly pulled her button-down shirt back around herself—it was a part of her uniform. She quickly did up the buttons and opened the door to the maid.
“Your math tutor is here, miss Jade.”
Jade nodded. Her math scores were perfect, but apparently still not good enough, as her father had hired a tutor. Maybe what he was truly concerned about was her having too much spare time in her schedule.
“Thank you, Sarah.”
The maid nodded and left. Jade sighed, grabbed her books, and went off to her study session.
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Pete was always rudely staring; blatantly watching her at school. He seemed to be everywhere.
Soon Jade realized that other people were beginning to notice as well.
When Jade’s mother came home for the weekend, the woman did a double-take over her mug of coffee. But then she shrugged, and simply went back to the newspaper she was reading at the kitchen table. After all, the growth wasn’t too substantial. Jade had gotten measured to discover that she was up to a full B-cup.
It was a new experience to go bra-shopping. It was interesting, but also weird to be doing it for the first time as an adult. Bras felt constricting, yet were comfortable because she no longer had to endure the sensation of her overly-sensitized nipples constantly rubbing into her shirts.
Pete released a short titter during their next meeting that day. “You’re really growing,” he breathed, approaching enough that he was practically cornering her. “You got a bra?” he shoved down her blazer without bothering to ask. Then he stared at her chest for a while, where her nipples were visibly erect. It was embarrassing, to be honest. “God, it’s really working,” he said.
It took a moment for Pete to gather himself. A light shake of his head. Running his hand down his face. Then he pulled the small pill container out of his jeans pocket and dumped one pill into his hand. He offered it over.
Jade took it and left.
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In only a week, her breasts had begun to bulge against the cups of her brand new bras. In another, it was getting painful. She wore her school blazer all day usually to hide her protruding nipples, but now it also aided in concealing the ridiculously ill-fit of her bras. It seemed like a pointless investment, but Jade thought she might have to go bra-shopping again.
First she searched online for alternatives, and found a sarashi-type of cloth strip. She ordered some. Maybe she would give it a try.
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The sarashi didn’t offer the support of a bra, but at least she was able to loosen it. Jade was actually becoming uneasy with how often she found herself wearing it looser and looser.
As for support, she wasn’t too certain that her breasts necessitated a lot of it. The sarashi helped compress them somewhat, and keep them from wobbling visibly, and to hide her overly-sensitive nipples. But her breasts still sat full and high without it. They were starting to get quite…round.
Jade suspected she was a C-cup by then. Pete looked pleased as ever when he watched her in the halls. Jade was still trying to adjust to having breasts. She was getting used to new attention and lingering gazes. She tried to be more conscious of how low she buttoned her tops, or how tight she wore her clothing. And all her clothes seemed to be getting quite tight.
Pete seemed to lose control when she entered the closet that day. He just reached out as though to grope her with both hands. She shoved him away, taking pleasure in the sight of him falling back against a pile of old dirty mop heads. She tried her best not to shudder at the lingering sensation of his hands. “How long does this have to go on?” she said testily.
“As long as I say,” said Pete as he climbed up, giving her a wary look.
His focus shifted to her blouse, where the buttons were straining and starting to pull apart. “Looks like you’re out of dress code,” he said, indicating the sliver of her cleavage peeking out between the taut buttons. “Take it off.”
Jade began to strip, and with as much hostility as she could manage to infuse into her demeanor. Her blazer and shirt were thrown to the ground. Once she stood there with Pete appreciating the sarashi, he just smiled and nodded.
“Continue.”
Pinching her face, Jade began to slowly unravel it, actually feeling good as her chest became less hot and compressed as the sarashi came undone.
She held her head as high as she could, glaring through Pete’s lecherous appraisal of her.
Her breasts were beginning to wiggle, bounce, and be generally uncomfortable, especially when they were left unbound during evenings at her house. She was always breathless and sweaty, and it was true that she would need to order new shirts soon. Her classmates were beginning to notice her fluster, her heaving chest, her lackluster participation during gym period, because the sensation in her nipples was still just so distracting, and it was hard to focus on anything, let alone athletics.
She thought of the way her breasts were now stretching out her T-shirts in PE, how the guys took every opportunity to ogle, and the girls whispered behind their hands, some of them calling her a “late-bloomer.”
Pete released a small, unintentional whimper, and Jade’s eyes went wide. Was he getting aroused?
He quickly turned around, breathing hard and fast. She watched him rummage in his pocket, before reaching back to offer her the green pill, though not turning fully around.
Jade stared at the pill in his palm. “Enough’s enough,” she said firmly.
“Take it,” demanded Pete, now craning his neck to scowl at her.
“This has been going on for too long,” said Jade.
“Take it Jade, or so help me, I’ll tell everyone.”
But Pete looked anxious. She called his bluff and shook her head.
Pete’s face flushed, his body tensing. He opened the door and stormed off, yelling in the halls, “Jade cheated! I saw her! It was during the written college entrance exam, she—”
Jade grabbed Pete’s arm and jerked in back into the broom closet. It was after school, so the building was mostly empty, but a teacher or two could have been lingering, putting in some extra work.
Jade pinned him against a shelf, unaware of how pale she had gone. “Fine,” she said as calmly as she could. “Shut the fuck up. Just give me the pill.”
She wanted to slap away the snide smile that crossed his face. Again he opened his palm, and this time Jade snatched the pill. She gulped it down.
Comments
Kompera
:D
Kompera
Hehe, that's an idea!
I can imagine this poor girl winding up with a very large pregnant belly lol
Phat94
A fantastic start! The sarashi is a great inclusion. I hope that Pete can convince Jade to meet up in a classier location than the broom cupboard eventually. Perhaps his family farm? ; )
