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Later that day I found myself back in my own house. I had taken a
bath, and as I lay relaxing in the hot soapy water, feeling the heavy
weight of my huge breasts greatly reduced by the water holding them
up, I thought back to my day with Matthew. Everything about it felt
wonderful. I hated giving blowjobs, hated the taste of others mens
cocks in my mouth, the musty sweaty taste, and the disgusting salty
sliminess of the cum that ended up in my mouth. But Matthew tasted
wonderful. It was the weirdest thing, but his cum, although salty and
slimy, was the most wonderfully tasting thing I ever had in my mouth.
I savoured it, licking him clean, desperate not to miss a drop. These
thoughts were really messing with my head though. My horniness had
disappeared entirely, and my mind was no longer consumed by thoughts
of getting sexual relief. I was very much back to thinking how much I
hated my current predicament, a thought hammered home as i lifted my
heavy breasts to clean under them.
After my bath I got myself dressed again, ready for Allen to get home.
I put on a sturdy white bra which had four hooks at the back and held
my huge bust securely and firmly. It wasn't the sexiest of bras, but
it was functional and minimised the bouncing. I pulled a pair of red
and white panties on, before selecting a white summer knee length
summer dress with a red and blue flowery pattern running through it.
It was light and comfortable and had high neckline. I had purposely
selected it as I didnt want to be encouraging Allen to make advances
by showing off my cleavage, and on my feet i wore a pair of 4 inch
white closed toe wedge heels. I kept my makeup to a minimum, but as
much as I tried to not look tarty, I didnt really succeed. my long
blonde hair framed an overly feminine face, and my ridiculous lips
were stuck in a permanent pout that made it look like I was actively
wanting to kiss everyone. My curvaceous body screamed femininity, and
even in this bra and dress, my breasts still looked far too big for my
body, while my huge wide ass swung from side to side with each step.
It was still hard to look at my reflection and see it as me, as I
still expected to see a tall athletic seventeen year old boy, not an
ageing trophy wife.
I set about making Allen his dinner and tried my best to carry on as
normal, but this afternoons events still played on my mind. Matthew
had already messaged me to see if I could meet him the next day, but I
had to decline as I was booked in to the salon to get my hair done. I
apologised to him and told him how much I enjoyed myself and wanted
to
see him again, but I was anxious that he would think I didn't want to
see him so I started bombarding him with texts before realising I was
now starting to sound and act like I was a desperate older woman.
Which to him I probably was but its not how I wanted to come across.
I was standing in front of the hallway mirror fidgeting and tugging at
the front of my bra to try and get it to sit flat on my chest, but i
was fighting a losing battle as my nails prevented me getting a grip
of it through my dress. I would just have to deal with the discomfort,
I thought, as i heard Allens car pull into the drive. I minced over
to
the door to greet my husband, cringing inwardly as I planted a soft
kiss on his lips and enquired about his day.
We ate our evening meal making mostly small talk, before moving to the
couch to watch television, which was as exciting as our evenings
usually got. Allen put his arm around me pulling me close to him, and
i rested my head on his shoulder. I wasn't feeling the slightest bit
horny, in fact the thought of having sex with him thoroughly disgusted
me, but I knew he would want sex later. He began rubbing my breasts
through my dress, but it was doing absolutely nothing for me. I
reached down and unzipped his pants, reaching in and pulling his semi
erect penis out, being careful not to stab him with my nails. I had
decided to jerk him off, thinking that would be the lest worst option
and might mean he wouldn't pester me for sex later. I massaged his
penis until he was hard in my hand, and started to run my hand up and
down its length.
It was the first time I had done this for Allen, and I bitterly
thought about how I used to jerk myself off back in my old body, and
now I was doing it for another man. I had to adjust how i was sitting
on the couch as my large breasts were so big they got in the way as my
arm moved up and down. I watched as my small feminine hand, topped
with their outrageous long red nails slide up and down his shaft, as
Allen let out a small moan. As I sensed he was about to cum I
concentrated on the head of his penis, before suddenly realising that
if he came, his cum would end up all over the couch and I would have
to then scrub the couch clean. I looked around for something that
would catch his load, but there was nothing around. There was only one
thing for it, and i bent over and wrapped my dick sucking lips around
his shaft, and within seconds his warm slimy salty sperm filled my
mouth as it pumped out of his cock, its horrible taste filling my
mouth and i had to use all my will power not to gag as i swallowed it
all down. I kept him in my mouth until he was spent, before pulling
him from my mouth, his cock now sporting 3 distinct rings in the nude
shade of my now ruined lipstick.
I carefully placed his cock pack in his pants and zipped him back up.
I was desperate to go and wash my mouth out, but I felt obliged to
pretend i had enjoyed what I had just done. We sat watching tv fora
little longer , with Allens wandering hands alternating between
kneading my breasts like they were two huge balls of dough, and
running them up my bare legs, and neither were doing anything for me
other than make me hate my predicament even more, although Allen was
oblivious to this. Eventually I managed to free my self from his
wandering hands and went to the kitchen to fetch us both a drink, and
give me the chance to get rid of the disgusting taste of Allens sperm
from my mouth. I went outside for a cigarette, and paced up and down
the garden path while I smoked, the sound of my heels clicking on the
path breaking the silence, the cool evening air causing my huge puffy
nipples to harden and painfully push against the stiff confines of my
bra, while my legs got cold quickly. I normally hated the taste of my
cigarettes, but it masked the even worse taste of Allens cock, so for
once I was grateful. I crushed the finished cigarette under the toe
end of my shoe and went back inside.
I was relieved when I got to bed that Allen went straight to sleep. I
wasn't sure if my male mind could have faced having sex with him after
having have him cum in my mouth earlier. I sat up on the bed smoking
another cigarette, blowing plumes of smoke towards the ceiling as my
mind wandered back to the afternoon i had spent with Matthew. Despite
the deep shame i felt as i remembered what we done, my body still
craved his touch and as i finished my cigarette and turned onto my
side in a bid to get comfortable, I closed my eyes and thought about
our time together that afternoon.
My luck ran out the following morning, as i was woken up by Allens
rough hairy arm reaching across me to cup my breasts. I knew what he
wanted, and I really didnt want to argue. I rolled onto my back as
Allen used his hands to reach up my short night dress and search out
the folds of my pussy. A few minutes later he was squatted over the
top of me, thrusting in and out of me. I tried my best to think about
the previous days sex with Matthew and run a those memories through my
mind, but the truth was I just couldn't get properly aroused and
Allen
finished up way before I was anywhere near orgasm, leaving me feeling
frustrated and disgusted as his semen leaked out of my vagina and
trickled down my thigh. He kissed me on my big pouty lips, told me he
loved me and went off to the shower, leaving me alone in the bed. I
sat up on the bed and reached for my cigarettes and my phone.
I lit my first cigarette of the day, before checking my phone
messages. Mrs Harris had texted to tell me that it was going to be a
"pink day" at the salon, and the outfit i was to wear was in a pink
box at the bottom of my shoe closet. Whenever Mrs Harris sent messages
like that before my salon visits, it was never normally good news,
but
I was so used to it now I figured things couldn't get much worse, and
the worst that would happen is I'd end up with pink nails and probably
have to wear pink lipstick again. I was also to get my hair re
coloured and styled, so I was booked in for four hours, which was
going to be hellish, as i would have to sit there making small talk
with the women in the salon about things I had no interest in. I got
myself out of bed and went to the shower.
With my trip to the salon to get my hair done coming later, I didnt at
least have to wash and dry my hair, which always took an age. I spent
longer than normal in the shower as I was listening out for Allen
leaving from work, as I really didnt want to endure him kissing me or
feeling me up, and as the water cascaded over my body I noticed that
my nipples seemed a lot more sensitive than usual. This happened
occasionally for seemingly no reason, and I hated it because quite
often they would become so sensitive they got sore, but I hoped the
sensitivity would pass. I Heard Allen shout up from downstairs that he
was off to work, so I finished up in the shower, got dried off, and
went to the closet to see what outfit Mrs Harris had left out for me.
The box was a pink velvet box, tied closed with a pink ribbon. I
signed and pulled the ribbon and lifted the lid on the box and looked
inside. I reached in and lifted out the shoes, a pair of metallic pink
4 inch stilettos with a pointed toe. I was so used to wearing 4 inch
stilettos now that it almost felt normal, although I still found them
uncomfortable and painful if I was on my feet for long periods, but
the colour of these shoes was awful. I always preferred darker shoes
or at least ones that wouldn't draw any more attention to me. Also in
the box was a skirt, the same awful metallic pink as my shoes. I set
it to one side and fished out a white t shirt style top with a scoop
neck. There was a pair of pink silk panties and a sheer pink bra. I
picked up the bra and my heart sank. Its material was so flimsy and
sheer, and there was no underwire or any sort of support under the
cups, infact the bra looked more like the sort of lingerie more suited
to the bedroom than normal day wear. At the bottom of the box was a
pair of long chandelier style earrings and about fifty bangles. There
was a little note at the bottom that simple said, "Have fun today
Janice, hope you like your outfit, the underwear is optional!"
I just wanted to get back in to bed and hide from everything, but i
knew that wasn't an option. I picked up the bra and put it on,
manoeuvring my heavy breasts into the huge cups. The sheer material in
the cups stimulated my nipples, and I could feel them hardening. I
couldn't see them by looking down as my huge boobs obscured them from
my vision, but I looked in the mirror and my nipples were clearly
visible through the front of the bra, and because the bra gave no
practical support, they pointed down slightly rather than straight
out. i adjusted the shoulder straps as best I could to try and give
myself at least some support, but the bra wasn't really designed to
support breasts, especially not ones as big and heavy as mine. The
weight of my breast also caused the thin straps to dig painfully into
the soft flesh of my shoulders. I gave some thought to taking it off
and actually going braless, but that would have been even more
uncomfortable, painful and embarrassing.
I pulled the white top over my head. It was predictably tight and
moulded itself around my breasts, and doing little to disguise my
puffy erect nipples. I put the panties on, then pulled on the skirt.
It had an elastic waist, but was extremely tight around my large ass,
and came to about two inches below my knee. But it was so tight and
restrictive that I could only take small steps. My old work skirt was
a similar design, but I hated it so much I bought a replacement, but
that wasn't an option for me today. I attached the earrings to my ears
, they were heavy and so big they reached my shoulders, and then put
all the bangles on my wrist. Stepping into my shoes, the reflection
staring back at me in the mirror was awful. I looked like an older
woman desperately trying, and failing, to look younger. My bra was
giving none of the much needed support my huge heavy breasts needed.
My shirt was a low cut one but instead of the huge cleavage a good
supportive bra would create, my breasts looked a little saggy. My bra
strap was also clearly visible through the back of my shirt and this
was something I really hated. I felt nothing but shame that people
would see I was wearing a bra, even though everyone would assume I was
wearing one. When people looked at me, they didnt see me as the
seventeen year old boy I felt I was, but as a middle age woman.
The colour of my skirt and shoes just screamed out for people to look
at me, while my face, despite the fact that I currently had no makeup
on ahead go trip to the salon, still screamed for attention with my
overstuffed pouting lips and extra long eyelashes. My long red nails
looked out of place against the bright pink skirt, and as I walked to
grab my handbag found the tightness of the skirt was restricting me to
only small steps, and causing me to walk with an exaggerated wiggle.
I
made my way out to the car, and had to sit in the seat and then swing
my legs in as my skirt was so tight I couldn't get in normally. The
bra, which wasn't really fit for purpose, was offering no support
causing my breasts to bounce heavily, but worst of all was that
because my boobs had no real support, my already sensitive nipples
were rubbing against the sheer material and that was causing me to get
aroused.
When i arrived at the salon, the carpark i normally used was full, so
I drove around trying to find a space, finally finding somewhere to
park, but it was a few streets away from the salon. I got out and
started walking to the salon. It was slow progress because of the
small steps I was forced to take, and I knew I was giving everyone
behind me a great show as my huge ass swung from side to side with
each step. My heels click clacked loudly on the pavement and my
breasts shook and bounced with every step, intensifying the feelings
of arousal from my nipples to such an extent I could feel my vagina
get wet and start to quiver.
I lit a cigarette to try and calm me down, but it was little help. I
was actually relieved when I arrived at the salon, I couldn't wait get
inside and sat down to stop my breasts bouncing and get a break from
my heels. The girls in the salon got to work on me. I had my waxing
first, then my nails were filled in rather than replaced, and painted
a bright pink. My hair was getting brushed with dye and wrapped in
bits of foil, but only the bottom half, before getting heated and put
in big rollers. The small talk was tedious, mostly about the soaps and
men. I sat staring absently at my reflection in the mirror, hating
what I saw, my nipples poking profanely through my thin top, while i
sat uncomfortably with the straps of my useless bra digging
relentlessly into my shoulders. No matter how much i adjusted the
straps, it was of no use, and the left one had somehow become twisted
which was adding to the discomfort. I whiled away the long hours
reading women magazines. Most of the articles were about fashion and
makeup, things that didnt interest me, although I did stumble across
an article about a women who had a breast reduction from a 36G, which
was my size, to become a 36D, and her before and after pictures were
amazing. She looked miserable in the before pictures and happy in the
after pictures. I found myself getting jealous of her, but there was
no way Mrs Harris would let me get a breast reduction, nor would Allen
pay for it, as he seemed to think my boobs were there for his
entertainment. Id just have to get used to the idea that I would be
lugging these huge, heavy and uncomfortable boobs around for ever.
The hours past slowly, but finally the fussing around my hair stopped
and the foil and rollers removed. I gasped as I saw what they had
done. My long blonde hair, whilst still still blonde and straight at
the top, became gradually more pink and curly as it reached down my
back and fell over my shoulders. "I'm so glad you went for this style,
Janice, its great to see an older woman trying this style rather than
just younger women. I think you look amazing," said Miranda, as she
brushed and styled my hair.
I was lost for words. I looked ridiculous. I had my makeup done while
I was there too, and my massive lips had the brightest pinkest
lipstick I had ever seen thickly applied. I did my best not to
hyperventilate about how I looked and paid the girls. My look could
only be described as that of an ageing desperate bimbo! I wiggled my
way out of the salon, and delved into my handbag as soon as I was
outside. I really NEEDED a cigarette. I popped one in my mouth and
went to light it but my lighter had stopped working. I shook it in an
attempt to bring it back to life, but it was useless. I looked around
and spotted a twenty something couple at the corner of the street. I
wiggled up to them and asked them if they had a light, but the guy
said neither of them smoked while his girlfriend looked me up and down
with a mixture of amusement and disgust. I looked further up the
street and saw a homeless man who was smoking. I went up to him and
asked him for a light? he stood up and looked at me and smiled, the
few teeth he had were crooked and decaying.
"Of course little lady," he said, "but it will cost you a kiss!"
"What?!" I replied, my voice trying not to give away how frustrated I
felt.
"I'll give you a light if you give me a kiss with those big lips," he
said.
I looked around and there was no one else around. The sky was also
looking ominous, and it looked like a storm was coming so I wanted to
get back to my car before it started to rain as I had no coat or
umbrella with me. I was fuming. I hated smoking. and now I was being
reduced to giving a tramp a kiss just to get a light for my cigarette.
He was a bit taller than me, so even in my 4 inch heels i had to
stretch up on the very tips of my toes and planted a quick kiss on his
mouth, the taste of stale beer and smell of body odour almost made me
wretch. but thankfully he kept to his word, and I got my cigarette
lit.
As I turned to walk away he flicked one of my protruding nipples with
his finger and laughed to himself. I was so shocked I didnt know how
to react, the flick sending little waves of pleasure through me, while
I felt angry and violated. In my old body I would have kicked his
ass,
but as a small weak woman, what could I do? I turned on my heels and
walked as quickly as i could towards my car smoking my cigarette and
enjoying the calming influence it had on me.
It took a few minute to get to the car, and the rain was just starting
to fall as I approached the car, so I was relieved to have made it
back without getting soaked. I took the car keys out of my purse, and
was about to push the button to unlock it when they slipped from my
hand, bounced on the ground and disappeared into a storm drain.
I swore loudly and bent down to see if there was any chance of
retrieving them, but they were long gone.
"What the hell was I going to do now!" I thought to myself, and as I
stood up the heavens opened and the rain started pouring down.
Within seconds I was soaked through, and hurried to try and find
shelter under a shop awning. As I approached one I was horrified at
what I saw. My white shirt had become practically see through! My huge
breasts were clearly visible through my top, the bra doing nothing to
conceal them, and my erect nipples sticking out and my large dark
areola visable to everyone. A group of teenagers, some of whom I
recognised as being a few grades below me in school spotted me and
where opening laughing and trying to take pictures or filming me on
their phones. I stood in the doorway with my right hand on my left
shoulder and left hand on my right shoulder in an attempt to protect
what was left of my modesty. I wanted the ground to open up and
swallow me. I stood facing the wall trying to hide my tits from
everyone and took my phone from my bag, and called Melissa. I was
trying to hold back the tears as I explained what had happened. She
told me to stay where I was as she was about ten minutes away. I
thanked her and stood in the doorway trying to keep myself covered
enough that I wouldn't get arrested.
It seemed like the longest ten minutes of my life but finally I
spotted Melissa's car and I rushed over and got into the car.
"Oh my God!" Melissa exclaimed as I got in. "Are you OK?'
I replied that I was and just wanted to go home. Melissa sensed the
distress I was in and didnt talk much on the drive home. I hurried
into the house and rushed upstairs to change. Melissa followed me up
and into my bedroom as I was peeling my soaking wet top over my head
and stood there in my bra. It was soaked too, but I felt embarrassed
about Melissa seeing me like this. Melissa came over and gave me a
hug, and told me everything would be ok. She told me to take my bra
off as it was soaked and wasn't hiding anything anyway, and I reached
behind my back and unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor.
"Wow, those boobs are so big, they must weigh a ton," she said.
I nodded. "They do," i replied, as Melissa stepped forward and lifted
them with her hands.
"I'm so sorry you're lumbered with these," she said, "you must hate
them."
"I do, Melissa, they're just too big, they make doing everything any
anything much more difficult. I literally can't do anything without
them being in the way," I replied, as i searched through my drawer for
a new bra to wear, something that would at least give me some
support.
Melissa continues to cup my breasts, and the feelings of arousal i was
having were hard to keep under control. I could feel my vagina
lubricate and Melissa leaned forward and kissed my mouth. I couldn't
do this again, I thought, as much as I loved her and wanted to make
out with her, all it would do would leave me in a horny mess. But
Melissa pulled away, her mouth now covered in my lipstick and said,
"I'm going to find a way to get the old you back, if its the last
thing i do I will get you your body back." I smiled and thanked her.
but I wasn't hopeful. I finally found another pink bra to wear, and
stood there shamefaced as I put a bra on in front of my high school
sweetheart.
"I know it wont make you feel any better, but your hair looks amazing
and you put bras on a lot easier than I do," she said with a kind
smile. She was right. It didn't make me feel any better.
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