Race home, repair then carry on.

Getting out of there as fast as I can, I ripped the tires and tore up the pavement power sliding out onto the street, nearly hitting an old lady in the process! Touching 60 in a 35, I then slam on the brakes as I nearly run a red light!

*Beep, beep!*

Exasperated, I am breathing hard and still shivering. Still thinking about how everything could have happened all at once the way it did, I look over and see a UPS truck sitting next to me with that tall and lanky guy behind the wheel wearing those 80's shades. Seeing him I suddenly lose my breath and I feel like I am choking. Trying hard to regain my composure, I grip the wheel a little bit tighter, my knuckles turning white and look straight ahead. Revving up my engine when the light turns green I bound around the corner as he drives away in a straight line. Whatever he wants I do not care to be honest. I just want to get home before anyone ELSE sees me like this.

Lumpy little tits... My gorgeous sweater soaked in icky yucky sticky gel. Why do I have to be so flat chested?!?

A disgusting belly that I inherited from my mother and my father...

Or how about my busted and lumpy ass? There is more goddamn damn goo in my pants than I... I donno. It is just fucking gross!

And then there is the little stub of a pencil... Why is my clit bigger than my brother's dick? I know why. Because I'm a goddamn freak of nature! Why did I have to be born with a genetic deficiency that does not allow me to develop like a normal person?

Pulling up to a stop sign I see that I am now in a neighborhood. Looking left and then right I'm about to go when out of nowhere a big brown UPS truck stops in front of me. Slamming the brakes I sigh in resignation. When the tall gangly man comes walking up to my car, I huff and roll down the window.

"Ugh... what do you want?" I ask him, my eyes rolling.

"You dropped these." He says holding up my pink bedazzled smartphone and belt with a stupid smile underneath those big black sunglasses, the screen damaged and cracked.

Even though his eyes are covered, I know he is looking from my destroyed tits to my bulging belly and laughing silently behind that fake, goofy smile. It almost feels like he had something to do with it but how could he though? He just happened to be standing there and my stick on tits have probably worn out and I was not paying attention. "Uh... Thanks." I reply half-heartedly, taking them from him.

"No problem! And remember never forget, what can brown do for you?" He says with a chipper in his voice before turning and walking happily away back to his truck. Climbing back in, he grinds the gears before taking off and disappearing.

Sighing again, I look both ways and then turn and head back towards the interstate. Looking down at my phone I feel my jaw drop as through the shattered screen I can see an image of me showing off a pair of big and juicy tits! Feeling my heart lump in my throat, I quickly put the phone upside down in the passenger seat and continue on my way, knowing all too well that he knows how much of a liar I really am!

Racing all the way home, I am practically hyperventilating! How I did not get pulled over is a mystery, but when I zoom into the driveway I hit the button to the garage door opener, praying that nobody is home. Jumping out of the car I grab my purse and my phone then race inside, smashing my palm into the button and closing the door behind me. Racing through the kitchen I do not even bother to listen if anybody is here. Seeing the empty living room I turn while still running at full speed, having to grab the banister to keep from falling over myself then race up the stairs and into the bathroom! Slamming the door I lock it and take a minute to catch my breath. When I do I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry.

My body is a wreck. My tits are gone, my belly is hanging out from my top and when I turn around my beautiful butt is nothing but a lump of garbage! If anyone saw me like this my reputation would be ruined... My idiot friends would laugh at me, nobody would ever look at me the same. They would probably point and laugh and make fun of me. Not probably, definitely! Would any guy ever want to look at me looking like this? How would any guy ever want to have sex with me or even kiss me with a disgusting body like mine? Stripping out of my clothes and my underwear I look at the disaster taped to my chest and cry again. My beautiful big breasts are destroyed! Instead of huge tits, I have saggy and lumpy bags with nipples that point to my toes. Looking in the mirror my belly is really noticeable now and my hairy crotch and big clit and lack of hips are all an eyesore and a painful reminder of what little I have to offer the opposite sex... Why would anybody want me without my big and beautiful boobs? Sticking my finger up my little hole, I hit the impenetrable wall of skin with regret. It's not even a real pussy... It just looks like one. One time it was real and the doctor told me he could make it real but it would still be fake. I would still have to live a life where I would never feel normal so why even bother? If I get the surgery then they'll know that there is something wrong when they get inside of me. They will think that I'm a freak either way. Looking in the mirror my makeup is a mess and even my face is melting away! Seeing the blotches of red and irritated skin only depresses me more. I'm not even pretty...

Finally I peel off my ruined tits and let them fall to the floor. Feeling my body covered in a film of silicone gel, I turn around to take a shower. I don't need to look back at my butt. I already know what it looks like. It is small and flat and yet it is still saggy and because I am so hairy I have hair sticking out of my butthole... I am a walking disappointment, a disaster waiting to happen. God showed me today that I am not worthy of his or anyone's love! Jumping into the shower I get clean and when I am done I climb out and grab my towel. Wiping away a circle in the mirror I stare at the saggy empty excuses for tits that my oversized and disgusting nipples cover up completely. These are not my breasts. My breasts are big and firm! I disavowed this body a long time ago. Closing my eyes I imagine looking down at my perfect pair and when I touch my ass, I pretend that it is big and full. Stepping back into the shower I reach down and as I stroke my clit I imagine what it would feel like to be fingering a big and fat and hairy pussy that any man would want to cum inside of.

"So big, so big, so big... Uh, uh, uh... I am the hottest woman in town and I have the biggest and best boobies ever!" I cry out masturbating for the next five minutes or so.

When I step out of the shower again, I wrap myself up in my towel and then go over to the closet. Grabbing two rolls of toilet paper I unravel them both and create a pair of big toilet paper tits. I must have my rack no matter what. Walking out of the bathroom and down the hall I am unable to stop grinning and sticking out my beautiful big chest. I love having big boobs! Nobody really cares about anything else but the size of my tits! My future husband won't care about my butt or my pussy or even that little pest of a belly because all he'll ever want to do is grope and squeeze and stare at the giant melons jutting from my chest! As long as I can stroke him and suck him and let him stick his thingy between my clenched legs, he will be the happiest man in the world because I am so stacked. He'll never know that I pee and poop myself. I always smell so good down there it's like it never happens so how will he? Besides I can always clean out before we get down and dirty... And he will know that if I take my t-shirt off he won't last more than a few seconds!

No one will ever discover my secrets!

All of this is going through my mind as I open my closet and reach for the box. Popping it open I pull out a fresh pair of tits then close my closet door.

"Big juicy titties..." I mutter as I daydream about the man of my dreams and his huge cock humping my hairy womanhood between my legs while I jack my clit off in ecstasy. "He'll be so busy staring at my huge hooters that he'll never notice what I'm doing down there... He'll be so busy trying to get a glimpse of my giant milk jugs that he'll never pay attention to my butt... He won't care how hairy I am down there because he will be too busy staring at my chest. My big and beautiful chest..." I mutter under my breath, smiling knowingly as I pull open my drawer and grab two double sided tape foam ovals from it, each covered with paper on each side. Peeling it off I then grab the heavy tits and rub it to the back side. Doing the same with the other I then peel off the last protective layer of paper and then bring the giant masses to my chest and press.

Looking down I stare at the two giant tits sticking out from my chest without a hint of sag and shaped like big missiles. "There's my lovelies! Ready to feel extra sexy?" I say, as I look down at my breasts with pride and joy. Digging out a fresh little bra, I put it on and enjoy how the straps tighten as I draw them around my back. Grabbing a fresh pair of matching panty shorts, I pulled them up and then add my pee pad. Pulling them up I draw a line with my fingertip into it and then squeeze my legs together, enjoying the bulk between my legs as I form my fake looking big pussy. Walking over to the mirror I do a quick check and admire my rebuilt figure. "So sexy... Rawr... I really do need to work on my tan lines" I say as I stare at the nude, but off-color breasts sticking out from my chest. Pulling on a brand new pair of leggings and another sweater, this time as red as my hair, and the wide black belt, I slip on a pair of red heels and walk back to the bathroom.

Picking up my things and feeling refreshed, I cannot help but want to look at why my former breasts exploded the way they did. Holding the fake tits in my hand I flip them over and look at where the damage is, but then my eyes sharpen as I recognize what can only be... "It looks like they were stabbed. What the fuck?!?" Picking up my underwear I do the same thing and see two more identical cuts in the top of the former bubble butt. Getting angry, I then feel a wash of fear overwhelming me as I drop the underwear and feel my body become paralyzed. My mind begins to race all over again like it did when I was driving home.

How does somebody know my secret? Nobody knows... Nobody! Okay, maybe my mom and dad but they think I started developing naturally at 15! Dr. Vaughn promised never to tell them that anything went south... They still think the drugs are working! I see the way my mother looks at me and she is so jealous of how great my body has turned out compared to her nasty disgusting pathetic excuse for a woman. The only thing that bitch has is a hairy vag. The rest of her is disgusting. My father loves me, I know he wants to diddle me. I see him checking me out all the time, wanting to grope my big tits and stuff my fat pussy with his micro dick. Danny knows nothing despite bedding me more times than I can count. He's not my full brother anyway so that means it doesn't count! He is perfect for me as I am for him! I am the only one he has ever been with and me him. Besides he loves my beautiful big tits!

So who knows that I stuff my bra? Who knows that my panties are stuffed? Who knows that I pee myself?

Who knows about my secrets other than me and my physician? My therapist thinks she knows about me, but she does not.

My body is for my eyes only! No one would ever understand! Who would want to be with me if they knew the truth?

All I know is that I must find out who knows about me and has been trying to humiliate me. I must find out who that driver is. H must have done something to me! He is the only one!

He also seems familiar in a way... I just cannot quite place him but I know I have seen him before.

I know that Doctor Vaughn had nothing to do with it because he was too busy examining me and... pleasuring me. Oh god is good and he is so fucking hard when he does it... How he stuffed my ass today? Delish! I must be his favorite patient! He loves squeezing my big fake tits too and sucking on my little ones. Oh why can't you choose me over that hag of a wife? She's the only one who understands. He's the only one who finds me attractive... I would lie naked with him all day and let him play with me anytime he wants because who knows how have sex with me. The way he slides his cock along my hairy pussy... Oh god! Yum, yum, yum!

Collecting my things at last I return to my bedroom. Putting my clothes in the hamper I take the busted silicone enhancements and set them on my dresser for disposal later. Sitting down at my vanity I quickly remove my contacts and then look in the mirror. That is not me. The girl staring back at me is not me. I do not have blotchy skin and brown eyes! My eyebrows are not brown, they are black like my name! This woman staring back at me is not Victoria but somebody else... Just like the woman I wash, that is not me. It is not the Victoria I want to know but unfortunately I do. It is the Victoria that nobody can ever know. Refreshing my contacts I then start doing my makeup and my hair. Going faster than I normally would, I know I have an appointment to get to, that stupid therapist! In about thirty minutes I start smiling as I recognize the woman in the mirror again. This is me, this is Victoria. This is the most beautiful woman in town! This is the woman that men and women alike stop in their tracks and admire. My complete and utter perfection. I am beautiful and that gives me strength and that strength gives me power and with that power I am in control.

Standing up I collect my purse and exit my room and as I walk down the stairs I see my brother walk into the house alone. Looking down at him from the top of the stairs I cannot help but clothes and smile, batting my eyelashes. He is my sexy after all and I am his, despite the fact that he's marrying that blonde, fat bimbo Lauren!

Seeing me, he looks up and smiles. I can see the desire in his eyes. He wants to take me. I see him looking from my perfect face to my big bulging titties and down to the big crevice of my crotch! He wants to fuck me so bad I'm sure he's already came ten times in his diaper! "Hey Vicki." Danny says with that charming, boyish smile of his. "I thought you had stuff to do today, I am surprised to see you home."

I cannot help but twirl my hair as I feel the front of my pants tighten. I feel myself getting aroused just at the sight of him and then without even a sound, my hips gently buck as my pussy explodes covering the pad stuffed in my panties. "I know but I really didn't like the outfit I was wearing so I decided to change it. You know, to be more... Bold? What do you think? Do you like it?" I asked feeling flirty as I strike a pose mid-way down the stairs and thrust out my chest. I love how he stares at my big and beautiful tits!

And gawk at my chest he does! The way his eyes roam the jutting masses of my immense sweater puppies, I know that he wants me even more than ever. "It certainly fits your twin personalities quite well..." Danny says while checking me out from head to toe. Turning my hips, I see his eyes drop and stare at my round and luscious looking ass. Oh if I had the time I would let him take me...

He can't get enough of me and this amazing body. "Good! Maybe later you can see how good it looks on the floor." I reply as I come down the stairs. Walking up to him I give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving the house.

Climbing into the car I can feel the pressure between my legs, an electric shock as I go to sit and I feel something drag against the inside of my underwear making my pussy spasm yet again. Backing out of the driveway I head down the road, my fingers stroking my secretly big clit under my pants until I finally cum.

Only I can know my secrets. Nobody else can and whoever does oh, I will make sure that they never speak of it again.

Seeing my busted phone in the front passenger seat, I pick it up and sigh. Daddy is going to kill me for this! Get paid a lot of money that he and Mom don't have to get me this. I will just have to tell him that someone tried to mug me and when he tried to steal my purse it fell out and hit the ground. If he ever found out that it was because I wasn't paying attention he would never buy me another one!

When I arrive at the therapist's office, I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. I am already fifteen minutes late and that is Erin's biggest pet peeve. I also know the bitch hates me because I refuse to talk to her about my condition. She doesn't need to know, only me and my doctor. I don't know why I need to be here. It's a waste of my time. Just because I fully accept my condition does not mean I have to allow it to rule my life. I have already acknowledged it. Why do I need to acknowledge it to her and in public? So what if I want to stuff and show it off as my body? I have to live with it, not her! So what if I use it to get my way? So what if I use my enhance body to surround myself with a bunch of closeted lesbians? They would all still be losers if it weren't for me!

Walking into the building I check in and then walk right into Erin's office. Looking down at her, I smart as I stressed out my huge looking tits. The dairy tits the everybody wants to grab and have. The very same tits that Dr. Vaughn had no problem squeezing a couple of hours ago. Taking my seat nice and slow, I am very well aware of the sit covering my butt. It's so gross! Wiggling my derriere into the padded cushion, I feel my panties expand has my weight settles in to my enhanced tushie. As I cross my legs I feel a warm between them and realize that I am wetting myself. Lansing at the fresh cup of coffee in my hand I take another Sip and then what go over at my therapist who is more than impatient with me. "Sorry, but one of my fuck buddies wanted to hook up so naturally I met with him and let him stuff me from behind. He couldn't get enough of pile driving my big and hairy pussy."

"Is that the lie you told yourself today before coming in? You know that I know you can't have sex like that Victoria. No one has penetrated your pussy. No one can penetrate your pussy." The esteemed, yet straightforward counselor says, smirking a little bit at me.

"I don't know why you try to insult me like that. You know that if your husband had to pick between me and you, he would pick me any day. I see the way he has stared at me. I know that he dreams of playing with me and my perfect body. Oh how he lusts for my big juicy tits... You know that mine are far superior to yours." I say as I glance at her smaller breasts, my magnanimous swells far larger than hers.

Smirking at me, I can see that Erin wants to just break me down and tear me apart so she could take credit for rebuilding my confidence. I will not let her do so. I also know that she knows that I know if she were to tell anybody about me outside of these four walls I could have her job. I have no doubt in my mind that her husband dreams of me being in this bed instead of her. I have seen her bent over in her dress pants and there is no doubt in my mind that her butt is nothing but cellulite nowadays. If she did have a nice ass she gave it up a long time ago so she can enjoy her fatty and rich desserts! What a cow... "Victoria, you know that Dr. Vaughn gives me updates regarding your condition before each and every session. Why do you continue to try and act like I don't know anything about you? Why can't you just admit to me, your therapist, that you stuff your bra wear padded panties and still do not know when you wet yourself? There is nothing wrong with admitting the truth. So, have you made any improvements in feeling when you need to pee? How about your anal exercises? Are you still having accidents there too? But I really care about is how it is affecting you. I know you desire to be a fully functioning and develop woman, but you cannot lie about it forever. Not if you want to get married."

"I don't want kids!" I do, but I don't want her to have the satisfaction. I hate her everything she stands for. I know that she is more woman than I can ever be, but I will never admit it not to a shrink! Not to anybody. The only one who can ever know about me is my doctor because he loves me. He doesn't just treat me, he takes care of me. How else do you think I can afford all of this sexy stuffing? " what is so hard for you to understand that I am a fully mature and develop woman? How many times do you have to see me come in here looking exactly the same as every other time before you get it through your thick fucking skull that I am just fine. My many boyfriends cannot get enough of having sex with me and seeing me naked. My friends blush whenever we go bra shopping and I make them see how glorious and big my tits are compared to theirs. I always use the toilet when I pee and poop, okay? Can I go now?" grabbing my purse I go to stand up, but I know she is going to say no. I know she is going to keep trying to get me to admit that I'm fake.

"Then show me your tits Victoria. We are both women, you won't be showing me I haven't seen anything before."

Yeah okay... so you can laugh at me? Have fun at my expense? Fat Chance of that. "Why, do you really want to turn into a lesbian that bad? If I take off my sweater and show you my breasts, I know the first thing you will do is dive into your pants start fingering yourself. It has happened before."

"Yes, I remember you telling me this story before. What was her name again?"

Trying to cross me up? Nice try. " I forget. She is so insignificant that her name really doesn't matter to me. All you need to know is that I am getting very tired of coming in here and having you try to say that I am nothing short of spectacular. I am Perfection, I am a walking goddess men see me and rush to the bathroom jerk off. Women stare at me and want to cry because they know immediately upon seeing me that there men would rather have me than them. I am the ultimate beauty personified! No one could handle seeing me naked! My perfection would leave them permanently blind and scarred."

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Come on stand up and strip. I promise you that I won't be blind when you are done. No one is as gorgeous as you claim to be. You sound absolutely ridiculous!" Erin says trying hard not to laugh at this point.

"I always knew you are a closet bag. You will do and say anything try and get me naked and lose my virginity to you!" I say sounding Tapas now even as I said only clench my ass cheeks. I can feel My afternoon food wanting to start. I've already peed myself, the last thing I'm going to do is shit my pants in front of her!

Sniffing the air, Erin grins. "I know that you love your perfume, but either you just passed a silent but deadly fart, or you're about to poop. Come on Victoria just be straight up with me and tell me how it feels that how you feel so I can help you accept reality and accept yourself to where you will be attracted to the right man. What is the point And putting up so many walls where you will attract people who have one set of expectations only to let them down later?"

"I... Don't need... To poop... Ungh!" I say through clenched teeth as my efforts to keep from feeling my panties fails. Feeling the log slide out of my anus and up my buttcrack is humiliating. I must now double down on my efforts show this woman that I am not the loser that she thinks she knows. I must show her that I am sexy and powerful and in full control of my facilities! "I... I am in full control." I say hating myself for my own betrayal as I sound relieved.

"It's quite alright Victoria. I know how important it is for you to maintain the image I'll bet young and fussy and beautiful woman. But you can only go on like this for so long before you drive yourself crazy. One day You're going to accidentally reveal yourself at the worst possible time and will you be ready for it? If your friends are your friends they would understand."

"They are not my friends, they are my followers. a friend means they are equal, but they are not my equals. They worship ground I walk on and will not think twice about kissing my panty covered ass! They gravitate to me because I am everything they are not. While they fill their bras with cheap implants or hide fattening bodies behind layers of shapewear, I am but the one constant they look too! I am their living and breathing example of what the perfect woman should be. If my panties fall all they will get is an eyeful of my perfect pussy and big bubblicious butt." I reply arrogantly as I well myself to forget about the mess in my pants. When we well myself to forget about the mess in my pants. When I am done here I will make sure that any evidence of my incontinence goes down the drain.

Looking at her watch, Erin sighs and slaps her thighs in defeat. "And again, you have managed to waste forty-five minutes of my time. I really wish and hope that the next time you come in six months that you will be more upfront and honest with me about yourself. There is no shame in being intersex. There is no shame in having issues with your bowels because of your condition. There is no shame in being flat-chested and preferring to wear fake breasts so that way you can feel more feminine. The same goes for your bottom too. There is nothing wrong with it but be honest about it. Don't try to lie, okay? Try letting your friends in on your dilemma and any potential boyfriends you may meet. Don't tell them right away, but make them aware so that way they can make a good decision for themselves. Do you really want a man who will run the moment he finds out more out of feeling betrayed because you'd lied more so than your needs?"

"You know that won't happen! You know that no man can handle seeing me naked! The only reason my boyfriend's can even manage to last long enough as it is is because I have to stay under the bed sheets. The last time one of them saw me naked he literally came the moment I took off my bra." I say standing up and then sticking out my chest imperiously. turning around, I bend over nice and deep as I grabbed my bag . Standing back up I make sure I keep my legs nice and tight as I walk so she cannot see just how puffy my crotch has become. I'd rather have her see my big and majestic mound then get a glimpse of how badly I peed my pants. as I leave the office and stroll across the lobby towards the bathroom, the size of the s*** filling my pants Makes it very hard for me to want to walk naturally. When I reach the toilet I lock myself inside and do my business, washing away all of the evidence of my recent expulsion and potential humiliation. It is so normal for me to just go that it does not even bother me anymore. I know that I can just get rid of it when the time presents itself. spraying perfume down the front and back of my panties I pull up my leggings and checking over my reflection I finally leave the bathroom and walk out.