Chapter 1: The Post-Coital Proposition
Alex rolled off Ava with a grunt, the mattress beneath them creaking in protest. His skin was slick with sweat, the air in the cramped bedroom thick and stifling. He stared at the ceiling, the peeling paint a perfect reflection of his mood.
He loved Alex. He loved how skinny she was. How he could just pick her up and start pounding her in the air. He loved how he was scared she would break her in half with every thrust. But one thing was lacking —her chest. Lately, he had to watch porn of busty porn stars like Nicolette Shea or Peta Jensen to finish off. He dreamed of having a submissive bimbo girlfriend that he could tittyfuck.
“You know…” Alex finally broke the quiet, his voice rough and flat. He turned his head toward her, his eyes raking over her body with a critical gaze. “Don't you think you'd look way hotter with a boobjob?"
Ava flinched as if he’d struck her, her grip tightening on the sheet. She already suspected it deep down, though. Like every woman, she tried to deny the natural psyche of a man. Oh, my boyfriend isn't like the others. He loves me for me. But it was true —men love big titted blondes with gaping pussies. It was always the same story.
Alex got hard just thinking about Ava with a freakishly large rack. He moaned, "It'll make me much happier, and then I can provide for you better." He smirked then, a predatory glint in his gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.
This was true, she didn't even have to work because of Alex's job. She was really so lucky. It had been so hard for him, working hard since his mom died at a young age. Maybe that's why he was so in to big boobs.
“I’ll think about it,” she finally said, her voice barely audible. The words felt like a betrayal, both to herself and to whatever they’d once had. Alex grinned, satisfied, as if he’d already won. Ava looked away, her heart pounding in her chest as she wondered just how far she was willing to go to keep him happy.
Alex grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes as he saw her reluctance. "Think about it hard, baby. Real hard." He reached for a cigarette on the nightstand, the lighter's flick cutting through the dimness.
"I think it stems from when I was a kid, Ava. Mom was always sick, always weak. I was never breastfed. Do you know what that can do to a growing kid? Big boobs? They’re a sign of health, of fertility. It's primal, you know? well, after she died, I guess I just needed something… more. Something…tangible. Something to hold onto." He exhaled, the smoke dissipating, leaving a raw honesty in the air. Ava stared at him, searching his face for something—anything—that made sense of his words.
Later that week, Alex began diligently researching different surgeons in the area. Printouts of before-and-after photos were plastered across the walls, showcasing women with breasts that defied gravity and, frankly, looked painful. Alex was hunched over his laptop, muttering about saline versus silicone like he was ordering takeout. he exclaimed, pointing to a particularly egregious set. His excitement was palpable, and Ava started imagining herself in all of the photos.
Alex had even done some "personal research." He had frequented many strip clubs around the area —like The Pink Pony Club. It was exactly what you’d expect—dimly lit, sticky floors, and the faint scent of desperation mingling with cheap perfume. Alex was already three beers deep, perched on a stool front and center. To be honest, some of the girls looked rough —there was one pair of garbage titties on what looked like an orc. But his eyes were affixed to the stage where a blonde with triple Ds that looked like they could pop any second was giving him a private show.” The bass thumped through his skull as he tossed the money onto the stage.
The stripper, Diamond, sauntered over to him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Alex grinned, his face flushed with alcohol and adrenaline. Without hesitation, he buried his face in her chest, motorboating her plastic-fantastic rack with wild abandon. He whimpered "I wish my girlfriend has tits like these. She's just so flat."
Diamond empathized with him, "I'm sorry honey. You deserve a chick with mommy milker's like mine," cooing as she continued to smother him with her breasts.
In between his muffled grunts, Alex managed to ask, "Who's the best plastic surgeon in town? I want my girl to have tits like yours."
Diamond pulled back, her face serious. "You want the best? You go see Dr. Chad Deal. He's the king of titties around here. He's done half the girls in this club. He's even a regular himself." It all went back to him. Both he and Ava had found that he was the best of the breast.
After pulling back again from her boobs, dripping with drool, Alex mustered, "come with me."
At home, Diamond was riding Alex, with his mouth around her nipples. Ava walks in on them, her eyes widening in shock. She's never seen her boyfriend with another woman before. She's never seen him so... enthusiastic. She's never seen him so... happy.
Diamond, looking straight into Ava's eyes whimpered, "ugh you love my tits huh. Your girlfriend doesn't have tits like these. You deserve a chick with mommy milker's like mine.
Alex, still panting from the exertion, nodded eagerly. "Fuck yes!" he shouted as he humped Diamond's huge chest. But he suddenly turned around to finally acknolege his flat chested girlfriend, saying, "Hey, babe. Just... just getting some inspirationh, you know?" He grinned, his eyes gleaming with a hunger Ava had never seen before.
As Alex pinched her nipples, Diamond moaned, "your girlfriend could never give you a tittyfuck like this. She's too flat. You need a real woman, a woman with tits like these."
She leaned back, pushing her chest out, her massive breasts swaying like pendulums. Alex's eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight. He reached out, grabbing her tits, squeezing them, kneading them like dough. He buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue flicking out, licking her skin, tasting her sweat and perfume.
Ava watched, frozen in place, as her boyfriend worshipped another woman's breasts. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach, a twist of jealousy and... something else. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.