I Want More

Lois felt like the words were being dragged out from deep inside of her...but she knew it was true.

"I always...I always wanted big, fat tits. When puberty hit me, so many of the other girls got c-cups and d-cups and...and next to them I was just so flat. I would stare at myself at night and it was just 'This is it? This is all nature has for me?'" She shuddered. "And I couldn't...I could get fat. I couldn't go in for surgery. It was just me and my girls as they were, more or less."

The reporter put her hands under her breasts and lifted them up—something she couldn't have done a few minutes ago. The background noise had shifted subtly as Lois was talking.

...YOUloveTITSyouWANTbreastsYOUneedJUGGSyouLOVEudders...

"It was worse when my little sister got boobs—bigger than mine! Not much, but it doesn't take much does it? She would tease me about it...'Itty Bitty Titty Committee Chairwoman'...and then college..." Lois felt as if the confession was being dragged out of her. "I got into the titty magazines. There was a store, off campus. I'd go there during the day, off-peak hours, hunting treasure. All those women...Big Naturals, Juggs, all my girls...I...I would stuff my bra sometimes, at night, just to look at myself in the mirror and imagine what I might look like with big bosoms."

...BREASTSwantBIGtitsNEEDhugeKNOCKERSloveMASSIVEboobs...

"Once I started working...I wanted to be seen for my work, but I wanted to be a woman too...but I couldn't. If I had gone in for it, I would be the office bimbo. No one would take me seriously. I'd just be a...a...tit-obsessed freak...I couldn't do that. My life would be over."

Lois felt some internal struggle within her, and part of her was losing...because it was becoming easier and easier to say these things...

"Now I...I don't care anymore. What anyone says. I want to experience it. To feel those fat mounds on my chest." She squeezed and pressed at her expanded cleavage, mashing the heavy breasts into her chest. "I want to see myself grow. I want to get off fondling my own boobs. I want to be able to give a proper tit fuck, for once in my life. I want...I want..." The reporter felt stupid wet tears fall down her face, dripping onto her new rack. "I want bigger breasts."

The audio track died down. The red light continued to play over her, but she couldn't feel any of that tingle anymore.