Becoming Abby Ch. 15

Authors Note :

Before we get into the story proper, I would just like to thank everyone for reading and hopefully enjoying the adventures of Abby and Missy. I will continue to do my best to keep the chapters coming on a more regular basis.

Abby

There was just some small chit chat on the way home. Missy telling me about her day, me telling her about mine, and a short discussion about dinner. It was decided that I would shower, and dress in the outfit Missy had in mind for me, and then she would order from our favorite Asian takeout. I was nothing but smiles and giggly joy. Missy could have offered me sawdust on a plate, and I would have eaten it with a smile on my face so long as I got to try these new breasts. I had actually pouted when she made me put them in the back instead of holding them for the drive home.

The two of us carried in the various boxes, then they were all piled into my arms as Missy instructed me to take them upstairs and put them all in Abby's room before going to the shower. I couldn't help but sneak another peak at the glorious form of these massive breasts. Then, a thought struck me. If I couldn't wear them without a bra, how was I to shower in the mornings?

It would have to be something we figured out later.

"Are you in the shower yet?" Missy called up the stairs.

"Going now my love," I answered.

"Hurry up or I'm going to order without you!"

I was almost running towards the shower, shedding clothes every step of the way before the last word left her mouth. My excitement was going to be hard to control. I could just hear Missy's voice over the shower as she came into the bathroom.

"Do you know where Abby's stretch T-shirts are?" she asked.

"Middle drawer, second from the left," I answered as my hands roved over my body looking for errant hairs.

"I need to make sure it is something a little tighter and form fitting to help hold things in place. The manufacturer said the glue would take longer to dry over the larger area."

"Is the bra not going to be enough?" I asked, turning off the water.

"We will have to get Abby more bras in the right size. The one I gave you might not even fit. Hell, mine might not fit you. These things are going to be huge on you."

I grabbed the towel and stepped out of the shower. "They are your breasts, so of course they are going to be huge."

Missy lifted her breasts with her hands. "Do you really think so?"

"I always have," I answered with a grin.

"Get dry, you have my boobs to try on," Missy said with a smile before turning for the door. "Maybe you just need to lay on the bed until they are dry."

After drying my body the best I could, I used the blow dryer to dry my hair, then used it on my chest to make sure it was good and dry as well. Back in the bedroom, Missy had laid out the bra, breast forms, and one of Abby's stretchy t-shirts. It took the two of us holding up the form to my chest to get them aligned correctly. Then with the tip of a pen we made a few reference marks on my chest. These things were going to be massive!

We checked, and re-checked, and checked again to make sure that the placement was going to be just right. Once these things go on with the glue, they don't come back off for a few days. Happy at last, we applied the glue to both the forms and my chest. We waited the two minutes it took for the glue to become super tacky, then carefully placed each form against my chest using the small marks we had made. So be sure, they were in the right spot, I held them tight and lay back on the bed so the weight would help hold them in place until the glue had set.

"Oh, my, god," Missy said. "I was right, they are HUGE on you!"

"They feel huge," I answered, trying to look past them to see her. "I can only see the top of your head past them!"

"Well, say goodbye to ever seeing your feet or belly or even your dick, without a mirror," she giggled at me.

Missy's hands ran over the seams, pressing here and there to make sure they vanished into my skin.

"I hate to say it, my love, but these are the perfect size for your build. They fit your chest perfectly."

"Really?"

"They are blending in perfectly!"

"Wow," I said. "How long do you think we need to wait?"

"How about we try to put your bra on while you are laying down?" Missy asked. "You can sit up holding the forms while I fasten it in the back."

She laid the bra across my chest just under my breasts, then one at a time helped me to slip it over my arms. Then came the hard part. Have you ever tried to sit up with a gallon of milk on your chest? What about two? Twelve pounds doesn't sound like a lot, but when it is sitting high on your chest and you are not used to it, well, it makes sitting up a little hard.

We finally got me up, and I turned so that Missy could fasten the new bra, which turned out to be another challenge. The band size was right, but the cup size, what little cups you can get in a balcony bra, might have been a little small. It did support the weight of the breast, I could feel it pulling on my shoulders. Missy pulled the shoulder straps tighter, then pulled me to my feet so she could get a proper look.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed.

"What?"

Missy could only shake her head and wave me towards the bathroom mirror.

Frowning at her, I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. My hands still covered the front of the breast as I held them in place, but what I saw when I got there made my jaw hit the floor. These two massive mounds of silicone glued to my chest looked like the most realistic breasts I had ever seen.

My hands slowly pulled away, letting my chest and shoulders take the full weight as I exposed the proudly erect nipples and dark areolas. I turned this way and that way, amazed at the deep cleavage and the play of shadows across the skin. Even the other forms, with as much as I had used them, didn't have this level of detail and realism. There was no tell-tell plastic shine across the surface. For all intents and purposes, they looked like my real breasts and they were perfect.

Missy's arms wrapped around me from behind. Her hands slid up to cup my new breasts as hers pressed into my back.

"What do you think?" she whispered. "Did I do good?"

I couldn't answer, only nod as I felt the tears in my eyes. I pulled away and turned to wrap Missy in a hug. The size of these things is misleading... Missy got hit on the side of the head with a boob as I nearly fell over from the shift in weight. We stood there looking at each other in shock, then burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. I finally pulled her into that hug, which was not as easy as it would seem. Two big busted ladies have their own problems, but my breasts are right at head height for Missy. I would have to bend, and then press our breasts together, or go over, or under... We would figure it out sooner or later.

"Are you happy with them?" I asked.

"Very much so," she replied. "Your shoulders and back are going to hurt a lot until you get used to them."

"I can already feel the ache," I said with a smile. "But I think it will be well worth it."

"I can't wait to see you in your new uniform tomorrow, my sexy coffee slut."

The heat raced to my face again at the thought of walking around the office with these massive things leading the way.

"You know what? I think I have changed my mind about ordering food," Missy said.

"Oh? Would you like me to make you something instead?"

"No," she answered, a huge smile playing across her lips. "I want to take my wife to dinner."

"Like, out to dinner?" I asked.

"Someplace where we are known, and you will feel a little comfortable... The Royal Eagle Buffet."

"They do know us really well there..."

"And they have seen me bring in my wife several times."

"True..."

"Then stop hesitating, go put on something nice, and bring me my wife," Missy said, reaching up to give me another kiss.

"I can deny you nothing," I answered, kissing her back.

My mind raced as I tried to decide what Abby had that might actually fit over these things. Sitting down at the vanity, my eyes traced over every visible inch of my new breasts, and there were a lot of inches. It didn't matter what I put on, there was going to be no hiding these. Closing my eyes, I cleared my thoughts and searched for that perfect place of relaxation. The field of black filled my mind and as I opened my eyes, Abby's smiling face looked back at me.

"Now to find something to wear," I giggled.

We were going to an all you can eat buffet, so I would need something comfy, but Mistress always wanted me to look good. I finally decided on just a simple stretch T-shirt, a pair of leggings, and a jean skirt that hung to about mid-thigh on me. I finished off my look with a pair of knee-high boots that only have about a one-inch heel, then sat back down to do my makeup.

I was just applying the finishing touches of light pink eyeshadow when Mistress came into the room. She gave me an approving nod, then opened the drawer full of collars and chokers. She came over holding a delicate lace choker in a color of pink that almost matched my eyeshadow. She wrapped it around my neck then tied it loosely in the back with the attached ribbons.

"There, you are perfect," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said softly.

I took a moment to admire Mistress's attire for the evening. She had dressed as casual as me, wearing only jeans and a T-shirt with a nice pair of flats. Standing up next to her, I couldn't help but notice once again, that her head was right at the level of my breasts. How I loved this little dominant woman.

"You have forgotten already," Mistress said with a frown.

"What?" I asked, looking around frantically.

"Your piercings! I told you to wear them all the time," she scolded.

I had put them away when I got home. Opening the top drawer of my vanity, they were laying right on top of the upper layer of anal plugs. I pulled my shirt up exposing my breasts once again, then carefully pinched the open ends around my large nipples and adjusted them to sit and perfectly display the bright pink slut plaques hanging from them.

"Much better," Mistress said.

Pulling my shirt back down and bunching it around my waist, you could clearly see my nipples standing proudly against the material. And while you couldn't see the word slut, you could very clearly see that it looked like my nipples were pierced. I could feel the heat rushing to my face once again. Once more, my Mistress was going to be pushing my limits.

Mistress had me drive. She said she wanted me to experience what a "large" chested woman went through every time she got behind the wheel of a car. It was not easy. I have dealt with seatbelt issues and breasts before, but this was just maddening. It would go between my breasts, but each time I went to turn it would ride up and be around my neck. Not to mention how hard it was to actually turn the car. My breasts just kept getting in the way.

Finally, we pulled into the restaurant. I was actually very comfortable walking into the place. We have been here so many times, we are treated like family. The owner personally greeted us at the door. I couldn't help but notice his eyes having difficulty staying off my chest, but as I looked around, it seemed a lot of people were having the same issue. I'm ashamed to say, but I liked the attention...

Dinner was wonderful. I ate way more than I should have, just like every other time we come in here. As we were paying the check, the owner mentioned to me how much he enjoyed our visits, again his eyes having a very hard time staying off my chest. So much so, that I saw his wife slap him in the back of his head as we were making our way out the door.

"I hope that you didn't eat too much," Missy said as we held hands and walked to the car.

"You didn't have to roll me out to the car, so I must have held back a little," I answered with a large smile.

"How is your back?"

"My shoulders are sore, but the bra seems to be holding up everything the way that it should."

"Good. I would hate for your first experience out in the world with your new tits to be a bad one," Missy said with a laugh.

"Did you see how many people were watching me?"

"If I thought I could have gotten away with it, you would have taken your shirt off and eaten sushi right off your chest. Which I am sure is exactly what every other person in that restaurant was thinking tonight."

Blushing slightly, I turned to face my Mistress. "Anything for you, my Mistress."

Before she could stop me, I yanked my shirt over my head exposing my mostly bare breasts to the cool night air. Then, I dropped a fortune cookie between them.

"Really?" Missy asked with an evil grin. "And what if I told you that you must now drive home topless?"

"As my Mistress commands," I answered, bending over so she could grab her cookie.

Her hands traced lightly over my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples, as she slowly worked them higher. These new breasts gave me the best cleavage I have ever had, and the cookie had dropped deep between them. Mistress snaked two fingers between my breasts, removed the cookie, and broke it open.

"What does it say?" I asked.

"It says that I am one lucky woman, and to put your damn shirt back on before you get arrested for public nudity."

Laughing the whole time, I slipped my shirt back on. Mistress took my hand, and we walked the rest of the way to the car. On the way home we talked about getting me a few more bras to fit this size. Mistress mentioned several times how good I looked, even saying that she actually expected these forms to look comical because of the size. She was actually very impressed with how good they really made me look. Her compliments had me over the moon. I couldn't stop smiling and asking myself how I got to be so lucky.

We chatted some more about the past few days, and what she had planned for her next product line while I drove. I loved listening to her talk about her work. She is so passionate about it and dedicates so much of her time to making every little detail perfect. My mind started to wander a little as I ran over the details of the message I had sent Miss Jo. I knew she would help me make everything perfect. If only I could get to her alone for a few hours.

It was after ten when we pulled into the drive. Missy and I walked up to the door hand in hand, smiling and giggling like a couple teens back from a date. I was trying to unlock the door, and Mistress was trying her best to distract me by unzipping my skirt.

"Are you in a hurry?" I asked teasingly.

"Are you not?" Missy asked in response. "Did you already forget what the rest of the night holds for you, my pet?"

Biting my lip, I looked down and shook my head. Of course, I remembered. Oh, how I remembered and had been looking forward to this part.

Once inside the door, Mistress's fingers tugging my hair made me look at her again.

"Naked. On the bed. Now," she commanded.

Thank goodness for one-inch heels. I sprinted up the stairs, shedding clothes as quickly as I could. I quickly stopped by Abby's room to drop off my discarded clothing. Then another stop in the bathroom to grab a towel. Not a stitch of clothing other than my new bra touched my body as I quickly laid back on the bed.

Mistress took her time about getting up the stairs. When she arrived, she ran her eyes over my naked body, nodded approvingly, and slowly started to strip. Her t-shirt came up and over her shoulders showing me her beautiful, full breasts almost spilling out of her bra. It was a padded bra, but I could still just make out her erect nipples pressing into the fabric. The bra went next, dropping to the floor next to the t-shirt. The coolness of the room made those blackberry-sized nipples flush and fill out even more. I couldn't wait to have one between my lips.

She turned her back to me as she started pushing her jeans down. Her ass presented to me, being hidden by nothing more than a thin strip of material from her thong panties, was almost enough to draw me off the bed and to my knees. But I am a good gurl, and I do as I am told. As Mistress stepped out of her jeans and turned back to me, I could see the thin mesh of her panties clinging to the wetness that was already leaking from her sex.

A soft moan filled the room as Mistress ran her fingers over that wet patch, causing the material to conform even more to her sex.

"Do you like it?" she whispered.

I couldn't make words, only nod as her fingers rubbed up and down slowly.

"Do you want it?"

More nodding from me.

Her fingers slipped under the material and between her soft folds. Mistress moaned softly again and arched her hips into her hand. She worked her fingers in and out slowly, rocking her hips back and forth in time with the movements. The insides of her legs began to glisten as her juices slowly ran down her inner thighs. Her breathing got faster, as did her fingers. My moan joined with Mistress's as I watched her pleasure herself right in front of me.

I knew her climax was close. Her legs could barely hold her up and were shaking like crazy. My mind screamed at me to crawl off the bed and kneel before this beautiful goddess. To pray that she would grace me with an anointment of her sacred waters. Mistress moaned louder as her climax rushed through her. The smell of her juices filled the air as they ran down her legs in rivulets.

Breathing hard, her legs wobbly, Mistress removed her fingers from her sex. The material of her panties clung to her as she slowly moved closer to the bed.

"Such a good gurl you are," Mistress purred. "Your cock is so hard, and you didn't touch it once. Here, have a treat."

She placed her fingers over my lips, and I devoured them. Sucking them into my mouth. Running my tongue over them hungrily. Mistress allowed me to clean each of her fingers, even licking her palm to get as much of her precious nectar as I could.

"Such a greedy little thing you are, my pet," Mistress said with a giggle, as she pulled her fingers away.

Her eyes turned to my chest. "Are they uncomfortable?"

"Heavy," I answered softly.

Mistress placed her hand on my breast and pushed down slightly. "They are so soft. And look so real. Shall we have a side by side comparison to see if they really are as large as mine?"

"How would we do that Mistress?" I asked while biting my lip.

Mistress put one knee on the bed, then threw her other leg over my hip before adjusting her position and sitting on my pelvis. My hard cock pressed right against her soaking panties causing me to moan in pleasure. She did it on purpose. You could see it in her eyes and the mischievous smile playing across her lips. Mistress wiggled her hips a little, pressing down on my cock so it rested lengthwise between her warm lips, but her panties kept me from entering her. She was so wet! I could still feel it running out and coating my cock.

She leaned down slightly, then scooted forward, dragging her pussy up my cock until it popped out and slapped against her ass. Her breasts hung just over mine as her warm sex pressed against my belly. Leaning down even more, Mistress pressed her breasts into mine sandwiching them between us. Our faces were still a good two feet apart, but how desperately I wanted to kiss her.

"Hmm, I think they might actually be a little smaller," Mistress teased. "My pet shouldn't have bigger tits than me anyways."

I did my best to look down and see the difference between us, but let's face it, there was so much breast in my face all I could do was drool. Mistress used her hands to press the side of our breasts in, then pushed mine apart slightly.

"So, fucking soft," she whispered. "If you ever did get implants, they better be this big."