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A new series I'm going to start. It will have some realistic BE, as well some humiliation elements. Down the line there will probably be some blueberry expansion, but I will spin that off into separate, more fetishy chapters. Enjoy!
(Shout out to BE Engineer for the formatting-- his stories and patreon are great!)
You can find the full version (with images) as well as Chapter 2 on my site! Patreon.com/BlueberrySolo
Emily: Chapter 01 - The Trip
“Hey wake up! It the cab is gonna be here any minute!” Emily bolted upright in bed as she heard her boyfriend, Sam, yell into the bedroom. I swear I set my alarm last night! Emily jumped out of bed and immediately regretted it. Her sizeable breasts bounced heavily on her frame. Oooh shit-- I’m still not used to these! Although Emily was already 25, it seemed that her body had just hit puberty--again.
Emily had been what her mother called an “early grower” as she sprouted sizeable C cups during middle school, which ballooned into D then DD cups by her senior year of high school. Emily was completely embarrassed of being bigger than all the girls in school and took great lengths to hide them or at least make them less noticeable. Heavy sweaters, baggy overshirts, and sports bras were her standard outfits, and it made getting along with the other girls in school much easier. It also stopped the boys from leering or dropping things on the floor in front of her just to try to get a peek down her full blouse. Once college rolled around Emily thought that she would become more confident in herself, and in her body. She tried to dress more casually, and somewhere like Empire State University's campus, most people didn’t give her a second look. Well, most normal men gave the 5’5” dirty blonde girl with DD’s a second look, but she wasn’t the center of everyone’s attention.
Emily was thrilled when she met Sam in one of her classes. She was forced to take economics for her liberal arts degree, and Sam was majoring in politics. He was a fairly conservative guy that had come to ESU from Connecticut. He loved Emily’s personality, but in one of the most perverse twists of fate, Sam hated Emily’s body. While most men would KILL to have that hot piece on their arm at the various galas and dances Sam attended, he felt that she drew too much attention and wasn’t conservative enough. When he first met her, she was dressing so differently. As college went on he noticed small changes in her attire. Less sweaters, fancier lace cup bras, small changes, but changes none-the-less. Anybody else would see that Emily was starting to dress like someone her age, but Sam saw it differently. He saw it has her becoming more promiscuous or showing off. Emily tried to please him and had tried various dresses and gowns for his events. Much to her dismay, each one seemed to either have her ample cleavage on display, or a high neckline that made them look three sizes bigger.
“I’m sorry Sam, I really am, but I can’t go out like this-- I look like a sack of potatoes!”
“Well every other dress you have makes you look like a whore! I can’t bring you around to meet the senior members of my company like this-- they’ll think I’m paying you by the hour!”
Every weekend held the same fight. The same critiques over and over again. Sam was getting tired of it and needed a break. Emily was petrified. She tried to deny it as much as she could, but over the last few months, she had been changing. At first she just thought it was normal monthly swelling, but after a few weeks when it didn’t go away she had to guess other reasons. She thought she was maybe gaining weight, but her pants and clothes fit her all the same-- except her bras. Everyday was a new struggle trying to fit her swelling breasts into her tried and true DD cups. Soon sports bras were the only thing that fit her, and even then it looked like she just robbed a bakery, with her breasts rising over the top of her bra like two baked loaves of bread. If that wasn’t indignity enough, she felt her nipples getting more and more sensitive with the growth. They started to poke through her tops hard enough to cut glass. God forbid she cut a corner too close and smack her tits into something, even the lightest touch over her sensitive nubs would send her mind reeling. Hell, just a relatively common ride home on the bus was enough to give her pause.
As the bus hit pothole after pothole Emily felt the heat start to rise in her face. She looked down and saw her nipples poking through her white blouse obscenely. They begged her to clutch them, to pinch them to pull them, but she knew that would open the floodgates and she would cum right there on the bus for everyone to see. She fantasized about going home and having Sam rip her top open, scattering buttons everywhere and taking here right there in the foyer of their apartment. But she knew Sam, he would see her outfit and make one of his dumb remarks about her dressing “slutty.”
“Babe-- let’s go are you ready?” Emily snapped out of her thoughts as Sam’s voice brought her back to the present.
“Sam--I-- I don’t even know if I’m done packing!” Emily started looking around the apartment. “Honey, have you seen my suitcase?” She was moving around frantically trying to get dressed and ready while at the same time knowing that they were definitely going to be late for their vacation.
“Don’t worry, I packed everything up this morning. It’s all out in the hallway, come on the Uber is going to be here in a few minutes. We need to get to the airport!” Sam leaned against the doorframe, seething. She always does this. She has no sense of time or respect for other people.
Emily popped a hooded sweatshirt over her t-shirt and zipped it up. “Are you sure you got everything?” She smiled at him.
Sam’s phone beeped. “Yes, now would you come on? The Uber is waiting for us downstairs!” Emily and Sam left the apartment, and headed down to the car. The trip to the airport was uneventful, and as they settled in by their gate, Emily thought about their upcoming vacation to Mexico. She was excited to relax by the pool, sip a pina colada and veg out. Sam had brought his laptop and was still consumed by work. The gate agent announced the boarding call and the couple made their way to the plane.
One three-hour flight later, the plane touched down in Cancun and they were ready to start their vacation. As they got off the plane into the Mexican heat Emily unzipped her sweatshirt and rolled it up underneath her arm. Her hand went up to rub her shoulders. She felt her bra straps digging into her skin. She knew that her breasts were getting larger, and heavier by the day. She couldn’t figure out what was causing it, but she hoped that it would stop soon. She followed Sam towards the baggage carousel and watched as first her’s and then his luggage came sliding down the slope. Sam grabbed the two bags, and they moved to the taxi line.
As soon as the doors opened Emily felt the blast of heat hit her like a furnace. Sam navigated the couple through the throngs of people to the taxi stand as one of the car’s trunks popped open. The driver took the bags from Sam and put them in the trunk. Emily got into the back seat next to Sam and wrapped her hand around his. Sam told the driver their destination and they went zooming away from the airport.
All of the taxis down there looked to be over 20 years old, and Emily wasn’t shocked to find that there was no air conditioning, and instead all the windows open. She felt beads of sweat trickle down her face, past her neck and into her cleavage. As the droplets became rivers, she became acutely aware of the wet sensation atop her sensitive nipples. She felt the heat rise in her body and her heart start racing. BUMP. BUMP. The older taxi didn’t have the same suspension as a newer car, or even an older car kept in good condition. Emily felt her breasts jiggling up and down with each vibration of the vehicle. She tried to pull her arms together, but that only served to push her breasts out and make them more pronounced. The added pressure forced her sensitive nipples to begin cresting over the top of her lace bra, and pop out the top. She bit her lip as the car went over another pothole. And another. And another. While her left hand was still holding Sam’s, she began digging her right hand into her own thigh. With each bump and bounce she felt her sensitive nipples being dragged across the cotton of the t-shirt. A moan escaped her lips, she looked over to Sam, who due to the open windows hadn’t heard anything. As the vehicle hit another set of bumps, Emily felt a familiar tingling in her skirt. The next few movements of the car forced her eyes to roll back into her head. He breathing became ragged as the car moved down the road at a quick pace. She had never experienced sensations like this before, she knew she couldn’t adjust her top in the car without being completely obvious and noticed by Sam. I think I can just ride this out. She tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths, but that only served to expand her bosom and make it creep up into the bottom of her view. As her chest puffed out she could feel more of her breast slipping from the confines of her bra. As her body slipped out of the undergarment, she felt the lace rubbing against the sensitive underside of her bosom. She looked down and saw that her nipples were jutting out shamelessly like an actress in a porn. Her vision started to tunnel and as the taxi hit another bump Emily felt her body tense up in an incredible orgasm. The vibrations of the car were felt on every nerve ending and all she could do was bite her lip and moan to keep from screaming. As waves of pleasure rolled over her, Emily was aghast. She opened her eyes to find the driver staring at her grinning in the rearview mirror. Completely embarrassed and ashamed her eyes darted to look out her window in shock. They drove in silence for another few minutes, until the taxi pulled up to the resort. The driver parked the car and popped the trunk. He got out to hand the bags to the bellhop waiting on the front veranda.
As the bellhop and Sam walked into the resort. “I’ll go check us in.” Emily could feel her breasts moving around in her top as she got out of the car.
“Thanks for the show, Miss.” The driver grinned as he closed the trunk. He licked his lips and turned towards Emily staring at her tits. “Be careful acting like a puta like that down here. It gets dangerous.”
Emily’s mind reeled as she rushed through the front doors of the hotel, just wanting to escape her embarrassment.
“I got us our room keys, Room 113, the clerk said it was right down this hall” Sam gestured with the keys as the couple began walking through the building.
(Shout out to BE Engineer for the formatting-- his stories and patreon are great!)
You can find the full version (with images) as well as Chapter 2 on my site! Patreon.com/BlueberrySolo
Emily: Chapter 01 - The Trip
“Hey wake up! It the cab is gonna be here any minute!” Emily bolted upright in bed as she heard her boyfriend, Sam, yell into the bedroom. I swear I set my alarm last night! Emily jumped out of bed and immediately regretted it. Her sizeable breasts bounced heavily on her frame. Oooh shit-- I’m still not used to these! Although Emily was already 25, it seemed that her body had just hit puberty--again.
Emily had been what her mother called an “early grower” as she sprouted sizeable C cups during middle school, which ballooned into D then DD cups by her senior year of high school. Emily was completely embarrassed of being bigger than all the girls in school and took great lengths to hide them or at least make them less noticeable. Heavy sweaters, baggy overshirts, and sports bras were her standard outfits, and it made getting along with the other girls in school much easier. It also stopped the boys from leering or dropping things on the floor in front of her just to try to get a peek down her full blouse. Once college rolled around Emily thought that she would become more confident in herself, and in her body. She tried to dress more casually, and somewhere like Empire State University's campus, most people didn’t give her a second look. Well, most normal men gave the 5’5” dirty blonde girl with DD’s a second look, but she wasn’t the center of everyone’s attention.
Emily was thrilled when she met Sam in one of her classes. She was forced to take economics for her liberal arts degree, and Sam was majoring in politics. He was a fairly conservative guy that had come to ESU from Connecticut. He loved Emily’s personality, but in one of the most perverse twists of fate, Sam hated Emily’s body. While most men would KILL to have that hot piece on their arm at the various galas and dances Sam attended, he felt that she drew too much attention and wasn’t conservative enough. When he first met her, she was dressing so differently. As college went on he noticed small changes in her attire. Less sweaters, fancier lace cup bras, small changes, but changes none-the-less. Anybody else would see that Emily was starting to dress like someone her age, but Sam saw it differently. He saw it has her becoming more promiscuous or showing off. Emily tried to please him and had tried various dresses and gowns for his events. Much to her dismay, each one seemed to either have her ample cleavage on display, or a high neckline that made them look three sizes bigger.
“I’m sorry Sam, I really am, but I can’t go out like this-- I look like a sack of potatoes!”
“Well every other dress you have makes you look like a whore! I can’t bring you around to meet the senior members of my company like this-- they’ll think I’m paying you by the hour!”
Every weekend held the same fight. The same critiques over and over again. Sam was getting tired of it and needed a break. Emily was petrified. She tried to deny it as much as she could, but over the last few months, she had been changing. At first she just thought it was normal monthly swelling, but after a few weeks when it didn’t go away she had to guess other reasons. She thought she was maybe gaining weight, but her pants and clothes fit her all the same-- except her bras. Everyday was a new struggle trying to fit her swelling breasts into her tried and true DD cups. Soon sports bras were the only thing that fit her, and even then it looked like she just robbed a bakery, with her breasts rising over the top of her bra like two baked loaves of bread. If that wasn’t indignity enough, she felt her nipples getting more and more sensitive with the growth. They started to poke through her tops hard enough to cut glass. God forbid she cut a corner too close and smack her tits into something, even the lightest touch over her sensitive nubs would send her mind reeling. Hell, just a relatively common ride home on the bus was enough to give her pause.
As the bus hit pothole after pothole Emily felt the heat start to rise in her face. She looked down and saw her nipples poking through her white blouse obscenely. They begged her to clutch them, to pinch them to pull them, but she knew that would open the floodgates and she would cum right there on the bus for everyone to see. She fantasized about going home and having Sam rip her top open, scattering buttons everywhere and taking here right there in the foyer of their apartment. But she knew Sam, he would see her outfit and make one of his dumb remarks about her dressing “slutty.”
“Babe-- let’s go are you ready?” Emily snapped out of her thoughts as Sam’s voice brought her back to the present.
“Sam--I-- I don’t even know if I’m done packing!” Emily started looking around the apartment. “Honey, have you seen my suitcase?” She was moving around frantically trying to get dressed and ready while at the same time knowing that they were definitely going to be late for their vacation.
“Don’t worry, I packed everything up this morning. It’s all out in the hallway, come on the Uber is going to be here in a few minutes. We need to get to the airport!” Sam leaned against the doorframe, seething. She always does this. She has no sense of time or respect for other people.
Emily popped a hooded sweatshirt over her t-shirt and zipped it up. “Are you sure you got everything?” She smiled at him.
Sam’s phone beeped. “Yes, now would you come on? The Uber is waiting for us downstairs!” Emily and Sam left the apartment, and headed down to the car. The trip to the airport was uneventful, and as they settled in by their gate, Emily thought about their upcoming vacation to Mexico. She was excited to relax by the pool, sip a pina colada and veg out. Sam had brought his laptop and was still consumed by work. The gate agent announced the boarding call and the couple made their way to the plane.
One three-hour flight later, the plane touched down in Cancun and they were ready to start their vacation. As they got off the plane into the Mexican heat Emily unzipped her sweatshirt and rolled it up underneath her arm. Her hand went up to rub her shoulders. She felt her bra straps digging into her skin. She knew that her breasts were getting larger, and heavier by the day. She couldn’t figure out what was causing it, but she hoped that it would stop soon. She followed Sam towards the baggage carousel and watched as first her’s and then his luggage came sliding down the slope. Sam grabbed the two bags, and they moved to the taxi line.
As soon as the doors opened Emily felt the blast of heat hit her like a furnace. Sam navigated the couple through the throngs of people to the taxi stand as one of the car’s trunks popped open. The driver took the bags from Sam and put them in the trunk. Emily got into the back seat next to Sam and wrapped her hand around his. Sam told the driver their destination and they went zooming away from the airport.
All of the taxis down there looked to be over 20 years old, and Emily wasn’t shocked to find that there was no air conditioning, and instead all the windows open. She felt beads of sweat trickle down her face, past her neck and into her cleavage. As the droplets became rivers, she became acutely aware of the wet sensation atop her sensitive nipples. She felt the heat rise in her body and her heart start racing. BUMP. BUMP. The older taxi didn’t have the same suspension as a newer car, or even an older car kept in good condition. Emily felt her breasts jiggling up and down with each vibration of the vehicle. She tried to pull her arms together, but that only served to push her breasts out and make them more pronounced. The added pressure forced her sensitive nipples to begin cresting over the top of her lace bra, and pop out the top. She bit her lip as the car went over another pothole. And another. And another. While her left hand was still holding Sam’s, she began digging her right hand into her own thigh. With each bump and bounce she felt her sensitive nipples being dragged across the cotton of the t-shirt. A moan escaped her lips, she looked over to Sam, who due to the open windows hadn’t heard anything. As the vehicle hit another set of bumps, Emily felt a familiar tingling in her skirt. The next few movements of the car forced her eyes to roll back into her head. He breathing became ragged as the car moved down the road at a quick pace. She had never experienced sensations like this before, she knew she couldn’t adjust her top in the car without being completely obvious and noticed by Sam. I think I can just ride this out. She tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths, but that only served to expand her bosom and make it creep up into the bottom of her view. As her chest puffed out she could feel more of her breast slipping from the confines of her bra. As her body slipped out of the undergarment, she felt the lace rubbing against the sensitive underside of her bosom. She looked down and saw that her nipples were jutting out shamelessly like an actress in a porn. Her vision started to tunnel and as the taxi hit another bump Emily felt her body tense up in an incredible orgasm. The vibrations of the car were felt on every nerve ending and all she could do was bite her lip and moan to keep from screaming. As waves of pleasure rolled over her, Emily was aghast. She opened her eyes to find the driver staring at her grinning in the rearview mirror. Completely embarrassed and ashamed her eyes darted to look out her window in shock. They drove in silence for another few minutes, until the taxi pulled up to the resort. The driver parked the car and popped the trunk. He got out to hand the bags to the bellhop waiting on the front veranda.
As the bellhop and Sam walked into the resort. “I’ll go check us in.” Emily could feel her breasts moving around in her top as she got out of the car.
“Thanks for the show, Miss.” The driver grinned as he closed the trunk. He licked his lips and turned towards Emily staring at her tits. “Be careful acting like a puta like that down here. It gets dangerous.”
Emily’s mind reeled as she rushed through the front doors of the hotel, just wanting to escape her embarrassment.
“I got us our room keys, Room 113, the clerk said it was right down this hall” Sam gestured with the keys as the couple began walking through the building.
