Stay with Matt

Molly decided she didn't want Matt alone with his boss. Who knew what nasty plans he might share for the party? Men got so disgusting when left alone together.

So she followed the men to Harold's home office. Harold told Matt what he wanted to show him was on his computer. The office was as ostentatious as the rest of the house with expensive art on the walls and a huge mahogany desk. Molly stood looking at the art while her boyfriend talked shop with his boss.

"Actually, you might find this interesting, Molly!" Harold said.

"Oh, I don't think so," she denied. She really wasn't even sure what Harold's company did or what Matt's role was.

"Just take a look!" Harold pressed. "You'll be surprised!"

Molly sighed and walked around to the other side of the desk to see the largest of the three computer screens.

"Just look at that," her boyfriend's boss instructed, pointing at the center of the screen.

"What am I looking at?" She asked, seeing just a multicolored square of pixels.

And then it exploded.

Molly couldn't look away. The flashing colors overwhelmed all conscious thought.

"Wha..." Was all she managed to say before her jaw went slack and her tongue lolled about uselessly.

Hands were pushing her gently to sit. She didn't resist. Nothing mattered but the flashing lights. Molly was falling down a deep dark well but she wasn't afraid. Everything was fine. Everything was just fine....

Except for her chest. She was so flat. She'd do anything to have bigger tits. Nothing would be better than having big bouncy boobies. Everyone would love her if she had big, bouncy boobies.

Really, that was what she needed to be happy. She'd just be so happy if she had big titties. Because if she had big titties, everyone would want to fuck her. She loved to fuck. At least she would if she had big tittles. Having big titties made the fucking better. Everyone knew that. At least everyone with big titties knew that. She wished she had big titties. If a guy helped her get big titties, she'd be so happy. She'd fuck that guy so much. Or two guys. Two big titties might take two guys. Molly could take two guys. If she had big tittles she could take all the guys. She'd be so happy with her big titties, she'd want to make all the guys happy too. Everyone would be happy if she had big titties.

And nothing else would matter. She wouldn't care if people called her a slut. She would be proud to be a slut if she had big tirries. she would be proud to be a bimbo. Bimbo just meant you had big titties and liked to fuck. Why shouldn't she be proud of that? That was the best! Nothing was better than fucking and having big titties... She'd do anything to have big titties. She'd BE anything if it meant having big titties...

The screen had stopped flashing. Someone was patting her gently on the shoulder. Molly blinked and looked up with bleary eyes. The concerned face looking at her seemed vaguely familiar.

"Are you back with us, Molly?" He asked. "You've been staring at the screen a while."

Matt? No. Matt's boss. Matt's rich boss.

Harold! Harod was rich! And that meant...

"Can you buy me big titties?" She asked him urgently.

He laughed. Molly didn't know how to take that. Did it mean no? She hoped not. She giggled, just in case he meant maybe. Guys liked it when she giggled. At least they would if she had big titties.

"Oh sweet Molly!" He exclaimed. "You're at a BYOB party! There are all kinds of things that will give you bigger tittles! Just take off your bra and we'll go find something for you together!"

Molly squeaked with joy. All her tittie dreams were coming true! She was going to fuck the hell out of Harold once helped her find her titties! And Matt, too, for bringing her to this great party!

She left her pathetically small bra in Harold's office and followed him to discover the party was in full swing.