Chapter 11: Victoria's "Sexy" B-Day! Part 1: Recon

It had been nearly a year since I had last seen Victoria. After the events at my house where I absolutely humiliated her and stole Nick, she ended up going home the next day with her secrets intact. When my our parents came back home from Vegas, all of her stuff was packed and she was more than ready to go.

"Did you girls have a good time together?" My Mother asks.

"Oh yes, a blast. Jess and I became really close over the last week." Vicki lies as she stands there looking like her usual trashy, over endowed self.

"That's fantastic girls." My Dad says, stealing a glance at my cousin's chest. "For doing such a great job managing everything while we were away, here's a little something for you." He says handing the bimbo a hundred bucks.

What the fuck...

Looking down at it then back up, Victoria is beaming as she gives him a big hug, squishing those obnoxious "fun bags" into his chest. "Thanks!"

"Any time, you earned it." He says the moment the hug is over.

Stepping back Victoria is blushing, already she is having to adjust her "breasts" again.

"Is everything okay hunny?" My Aunt Janice asks looking right at her daughters humongous tits. "That's the third time you've had to fix yourself already!"

"My bra is getting loose, that's all..." Vicki says turning redder as she pulls up on her shorts again right after too.

"Already? We just bra shopping a month ago! I swear Victoria you go through bras faster than a baby does a diaper." Janice sighs rolling her eyes. "I guess we will have to go shopping on our way home..."

Hiding a smile, I know it's the fact that her bra is even bigger than the last one, a 34F, and underneath those little shorts Vicki is going commando. When she and her parents finally leave, I get to watch Miss Curvy waddle all the way to the car and when she climbs into the back her shorts slip down to reveal quite a bit of her scrawny, lily white ass! Laughing as they drive away, I spend the rest of the day and then the next 11 months and 3 weeks in peaceful bliss.

That is until I get a notification on Facebook one night that my cousin's birthday is coming up. Instantly clicking it away, I am about to return to my video when my phone buzzes. Looking down it is Nick.

Nick: Hey, just got a notification from Vicki's Facebook inviting me to her B-Day party next week. How wack is that?

Me: Hahaha! Probably forgot to take you off the list. I got the notification, but no invite.

Nick: Yeah, that's probably it. Btw... Have you checked out her page?

Me: No, why?

Nick: Take a look.

Me: Why????

Nick: Trust me.

Me: K...

Setting my phone down, I grab my laptop off the floor and open it up. Waiting for it to boot, I get a drink and when I come back it's all ready to go. Getting under the covers, I set the laptop on a pillow and log in to Facebook. Finding her page I click on her pictures and my jaw hits the floor. Scrolling down there is over 200 images with Vicki in various outfits showing off an impressive display of very pushed up cleavage! She is also with a very hunky and, I'd say drop dead sexy hunk of a man. Sorry babe, This one's a hottie! Scrambling to find my phone, I shoot Nick a quick text.

Me: When the fuck did she get a pair of those?

A few minutes later Nick replies.

Nick: Who knows... Think it's legit?

Me: Does it matter?

Nick: No...

Me: Liar.

Nick: I swear! I'm yours and only yours sexy.

Me: Good.

Nick: Real or Fake? --->Vicki

Me: Gotta be fake. No way she blows up that big.

Nick: Be interesting to see how she fakes that!

Reading his last text I set the phone down contemplating the very idea, complete with thousand yard stare.

Driving down the road the next day, I pass the sign welcoming me to Watertown. Driving down Main St, I cruise right through downtown until I see my destination up ahead.

Danny's Diner.

Pulling into a parking place, I pull down the visor to look at my reflection. Wearing a hat, glasses, one of Nick's button ups and a pair of baggy jeans, I hope my disguise does the job. Putting on the fake, stick on mustache I then turn my face side to side to check it out. Satisfied, I get out of the car and head inside. A typical old school diner, it is a hold over from the diner craze of the 1950's. Complete with chrome everywhere, I see the sign and seat myself at a booth not far from the kitchen entrance. Just as my butt hits the vinyl cushion the door swings open and out walks Vicki carrying a big tray of food partially supported by her shoulder. Wearing a black, low cut V neck top, her massive tits have it completely stretched out. Jiggling and bouncing, it is hard to make out the name badge pinned above her left breast, but I am sure it has her name spelled all the way out. Rounding the counter she steps down. Shocked at the shortness of the matching skirt behind the green apron, I look down her skinny legs to see that she's still heavily dependent on four inch high heels! Holding up my menu as she turns towards me, I watch from the corner of my eye as she walks past, her heels clacking loudly on the tile floor. Not even acknowledging my presence I lower my menu and look at her ass. Yep, its as big and round as I remember and the skirt is just long enough to keep her decent. Pretending to look at the choices, I continue to watch as she stops at the corner booth on the other end and hands out the food to the family of six. Surprisingly she is smiling and actually doing a good job. With the table seemingly happy right along she steps back, tray hanging by her side, and thanks them.

"Enjoy your meals, if you need anything, my name is Victoria and I will be behind the counter, okay?"

"Thank you Victoria, you have been absolutely wonderful!" The husband says as he pulls out his wallet and hands her a bill.

Taking it, Vicki acts happy as she playfully poses, those massive mammaries dancing side to side. "Awww, thank you! Most people don't tip until after!"

"Don't worry, you'll get one then too." The husband says with a big old smile on his face.

"Well, thank you again." She says then walks back towards me.

Lifting my menu as she approaches, I peak over the top just as those jiggling behemoths get close and my jaw drops when I see two big nipples poking out! "Jeez, pulling out all the stops now-a-days, aren't ya?" I mutter once she is out of ear shot. Wondering when she is going to ever take my order I am suddenly greeted by my cousin who has no idea that I am her cousin.

"Welcome to Danny's Diner, my name is Victoria and I will be your server today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?" She asks sounding sweet.

Turning my head slightly, I can understand exactly why she's so happy. Those massive H cups are STILL warbling and with two thick nipples making another couple of dents in her top, it's a no brainer. "Coffee." I say curtly forcing my voice to sound more *manly*.

"Coffee... Cream and sugar?" She asks.

Grinding my teeth, I nod. looking at the rest of her body, she is still as skinny as ever.

"I'll be right back." She says then turns and walks away. Returning to deliver my coffee, I look sideways as she bends forward to set it down. Dipping at the waist, the low cut top doesn't disappoint as two big mounds of perfectly bubbling cleavage fills my eyes. Holding that position as she slides the cup and saucer across the table, she is sensing that I am staring like every other guy does. Standing back up, but before digging her order pad out from her apron, she pulls the front of her top down hard. Not only am I privy to even more of her surprising endowed chest, but she flashes more of her bra. Black and covered in lace, it is huge with a big flower decorating the bridge. "What can we make for you today?" She asks with a big grin and her boobs hanging out.

"Uh...." I stutter.

*Giggles* "Oh don't worry sweety, I'm not going anywhere..." Vicki says lightly touching my shoulder and bending forward again.

When she does I look at her chest. Above that cleavage it is still flat, but I can't find anything amiss. No lines or anything! If she's still stuffing, her skills have dramatically improved! That, or she has an incredibly good surgeon...

Looking back to the menu, I flip it over and order an appetizer.

"Mmmmm... I love cheese sticks too. Ours are extra gooey inside, your gonna love it." Victoria coos as she jots down my order. Turning and walking away to put my order in, I am finally alone to collect my thoughts. Returning only to deliver my meal, she gives me another show of her tits then quickly leaves to greet another customer who has walked in.

Taking my time eating, I watch her go about her day and for the most part, it's quite boring. Running out of marinara early I look up to motion her over. Not finding her anywhere and afraid to speak, I slide out from my booth and walk up to the counter. Peering over the edge I see her crouched down putting away freshly rolled silverware. From here I get an even better view down her blouse. Seeing the full extent of her tits, they are pushed right together leaving quite a gap between them and the side edge of her bra. Filling the gap is none other than a clear balloon filled with a pink liquid...

Hand soap.

"Looks like Vicki finally grew a pair, but still not big enough to fill that oversized bra of hers..." I think as she stands up. Looking right at me with a big smile, her top is still warbling while her cleavage doesn't even move. "More sauce please." I say trying to sound gruff.

"You had the cheese sticks, right?" She says tossing her hair, tilting her head and pushing out her big *fake* tits.

Obliging I look down and grin as I nod.

"Be right back." She says with a wink. Walking up to the window, she calls for another serving of marina sauce. When it arrives, she has to stretch to reach it. When she does, that short skirt scoots up to reveal her bulging, lace covered crotch along with what may look like a thong? Either way it is definitely not the full backs she was wearing the last time I saw her! "Thanks Luis..." Vicki says then turns around and sets it on the counter. Like before she shows off some of her cleavage. "Anything else... Sir?" She asks playfully.

Shaking my head I take it and return to my table. finishing my food minutes later, I pay the bill with cash. An $8 dollar lunch paid with a $20, I didn't wait around for the change. Instead I pulled out of the diner parking lot and found a good place to sit until she got out of work. Four hours and a nap later it is nearly dark when she finally leaves. Looking at the clock on the radio it glows "8:05" in the typical dull green digital found in early 2000's cars. Watching her walk across the the parking lot, massive booby bags bouncing , she digs into her purse and pulls out the keys. Hitting the fob, the blinker lights flash on a brand new Mustang rag top. Opening the door to get in, she aims that bubble inside then sits down. Swinging her legs in, she shuts the door and starts up the car. Stepping on the gas the engine roars, meaning it is a V-8, puts it into reverse and backs out. Waiting until she turns onto Main St., That's when I follow her. Tailing her for a few miles, we are well out of town when she hits the brakes and pulls into a drive way. Driving right on past, I find a turn around up ahead and come back. When I arrive she's already inside the house. Stopping a ways down on the side of the road, I foot it the rest of the way. Approaching the house it's actually quite small. Stalking up carefully to the biggest window I peer inside. The living room is the biggest room by far with a wide open entry to the kitchen in the back. Ducking down, I make my way to the only other window on this side. Peeking around the edge of the sill, I am looking right into her bedroom and right at Vicki who is looking at her reflection in the full length mirror.

Still wearing her uniform, she is smiling as she sways on her heels twisting to one side, then the other. Running her hands up and down her slim sides, she slides them up to her boobs and gives them a squeeze. Obviously relishing in the feel, she smiles as she reaches around her back and unties the apron. Letting it fall by her feet, she kicks it away as she opens the button along her side. Clutching the zipper next she drags it down slowly and pivots. As it slowly separates I get to see the frilly black strip of her panties. Definitely NOTHING like the white panties she wore last year! When the skirt finally falls I'm not shocked to see that her ass is as flat as ever. Bending down to pick it up, she flips it inside out and there it is, the foam wonder buns. Peeling it out there is two thick strips of tape that was holding it in place.

"Daring..." I mutter as she walks over to her dresser and sets it down. Tossing her skirt into the basket close by, she wastes no time taking her top off. Peeling it up and off, I am shocked when her jutting, rocket like tits lift right out of massive lace cups of her bra! Twisting just enough as her top hides her head, I find my self staring at two nipple-less tits! Realizing right away that they are breast forms, I snigger as she tosses her blouse into the basket. Now down to just her bra and thong, she opts to takes the bra off first. Reaching back, she unhooks it and pulls it away. Turning she tosses it to the bed leaving her with suddenly awkward looking "boobs", complete with a definitive seam on the underside, left to take off. Peeling them off one at a time she reveals that her chest is exactly as before, flat and featureless. Setting them down on the dresser, she finally takes her panties off. Letting them hit the floor I can also see that her pussy is just like her tits, featureless and tiny.

Turning away from the window, I lean against the clapboards smiling broadly. "Bitch STILL stuffs... Jeez... I wonder what her new boyfriend, Mr. Muscles Horse Cock thinks of this?" Chuckling longer than I figured I would, when I remember to check the window, Vicki is gone. Placing my hands on the window, I am surprised when it starts sliding up!

"Dumby head forgot to lock it..." I mutter with chuckle. Leaving it partly open I try to find where she went.

Quietly going around the house I find another window with a light on. Peering inside I see Vicki in the tub masturbating. Legs spread wide open under the running faucet and rubbing her tiny slit, she is really trying hard to get off. Figuring this will take a while, I scurry back to the bedroom window and after opening it all the way, climb inside. Being careful not to be loud, I walk into her bedroom and look around. Not much in the way of furniture she has the prerequisites. Bed, night stand, dresser and full length mirror. Ignoring the cheap falsies on the dresser, I instead walk to the bed. Seeing her monsterous bra I turn it over and instantly see that the days of "booby balloons" are over. Now they are baggies glued inside strategically with the knots most likely serving as the "rigid" hard nipples I saw earlier. "Wow... Sophisticated stuffing going on here." I think to myself as I dropped the bra back to the bed. Seeing the butt pad on the floor by the mirror I don't bother to check it out because it is the same single piece of foam that I have seen before. However, her new underwear it's quite revealing. Sexy and lacy, it is definitely the style of underwear one would expect a woman of her so-called caliber to want to wear. Picking it up it has a little bit of weight in it and that's because her big pussy enhancement is still attached. When I look at the enhancer itself I am taken a back.

Why? Because she peed in it. Not much because there's no evidence of wetness or dried piss on the lace, but the fact that she is struggling with incontinence is a pretty big development even if it is not surprising. I mean, who wouldn't after being so thoroughly humiliated not that long ago? Knowing that her ego is hinged entirely on her figure, there is no doubt in my mind that she worries everyday about being caught. Maybe that's why she has gone to greater efforts to hide her secrets?

Unfortunately my reconnaissance is cut short when I hear footsteps heading towards the door. Dropping the panties where I stand, I run and jump head-first through the window and scurry away as fast as I can! Once I am far enough away and under the cover of darkness, I become much more relaxed when I hit the main road. Finding my car, I get in, start it up and head for home.