Struck by Lightning

Warning: This story is of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers. It is written to appeal to particular sexual interests and contains material that some people may consider offensive. If you are not adult or are immature, closed minded, and offended by stories dealing with things such as sex, breasts, breast expansion, rape, and masturbation then do not continue.

STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

by Chimerian

The Arizona desert stretched out for miles ahead as far as the eye could see. On the horizon ominous dark clouds loomed with an occasional silent flash of lightning.

Jim downshifted his big rig for the descent down the grade from the mountains. It was going to be another hot long day in the desert, he thought, and he was looking forward to the end of his run when he would reach Las Vegas. But the one thing he was looking forward to the most was the women. Jim smiled in anticipation. In fact, the women was the whole reason he even became a trucker, to be carefree and footloose and have no attachments anywhere, and to screw all the women he could in every town he'd stop in. But Vegas women were the best, they were hot and fast and easy, and he especially loved the dancers, not the skinny showgirls, but the bold and busty exotic dancers with the kind of bigger than life tits that he could get lost in. "The bigger the better," Jim said to himself, thinking out loud, daydreaming about burying his face between vast mounds of tit flesh.

Jim was distracted from his carnal thoughts by the sight of an old Indian man standing motionless by the side of the road, arm raised, beckoning for a ride. Brakes squealed as Jim slowly pulled over for the strange looking man who said nothing as he climbed into the cab.

"Where to?" Jim asked.

The old Indian man just pointed a bony finger forward, still uttering not a word for a long while as they continued their drive.

"The spirits are restless", the old Indian finally said eyeing the weather.

"How's that?" Jim replied.

"It is not a good day," The old Indian said slowly gazing at the distant horizon. "The spirits are restless and up to no good. It's a day to be very careful what you say and do."

Jim listened only half-heartedly as the man spoke. His attention was focused in his rear view mirror, watching the red convertible that was gaining on him and was passing him on the left. Jim could spot the billowing blonde hair and sunglasses a mile away and as the car and its female driver came more into view, Jim anticipated that there might be a hot looking body to go with all that platinum hair. To Jim's way of thinking any woman who came along was a chance to score some pussy. As he had hoped for, he could now see beautiful bulges of tan cleavage pushing through the low cut neckline of a tight white tank top.

"Hooo-weee, check it out," Jim said to the old Indian. "Check out the hooters on this piece of ass."

The old Indian said nothing.

Jim stuck his head full out the window as the girl drove alongside. "Hey, babe, nice tits!" He hollered at the top of his lungs.

The girl shot him a sideways glance with a half smile and sped ahead.

"Now ain't that somethin'," Jim squealed. Now that's what I call a fine lookin' piece of meat. Man I really wish I could get into her pants. And will you look at that! Nevada licence plates, I knew it! I'll betcha anything she's a Las Vegas exotic dancer. With a bod like that she's gotta be."

The old Indian just looked at him and shook his head. Jim continued to rave on about the girl long after the red convertible disappeared into the distance. Finally the old Indian said, "I'll get off here."

"Here?" Jim said, a little puzzled as he pulled the truck over. "We're still in the middle of nowhere."

"Better to walk alone, than to ride with a fool," the old Indian said as he exited the cab. Before closing the door he added, "Be careful, white man, something will happen today. Watch the sky."

"Hmph," Jim muttered as he drove away, "Crazy old fart ... been out in the sun too long. Don't know what the hell he's talkin' about."

But Jim did notice that the sky was looking kind of weird. Dark grey clouds were moving in, and the air was feeling rather thick. It was looking like it would start raining any minute. Thunder rumbled across the sky.

After a few more miles Jim spotted a sign. "Last Chance Gas, 3 miles," it read. Jim figured he had plenty of gas to make it across the desert; he really didn't need to stop. But as he approached the run down little truck stop he spotting something that made him decide that topping off his tank was not such a bad idea. There at the pump was the red convertible, and there stood the sexy blonde girl struggling to put up the top on her car. As Jim pulled his rig into the truck stop, he eyed her physique. She was wearing skin tight jeans that nicely hugged her full hips, tight ass and slim waist. Her could see better now her perfect D-cup breasts that sat high on her chest. "Perfect opportunity," Jim thought. "I may still get lucky today."

Parking his rig alongside and hopping out of the cab, Jim swaggered over to the blonde and said. "Hey you sexy thang, why don't you let a man take care of that mechanical stuff for ya."

The girl peered over the top of her sunglasses. "Even if there was a man around I still wouldn't need his help," she said as she finally popped the car top into place. "And for your information," she added with an icy stare, "I am not a 'thang'."

At that moment the girl's pager beeped loudly, and she turned away to tend to it, asking the station attendant for the whereabouts of a pay phone. The old man gestured to an old phone booth at the far side of the lot.

Jim watched every move of her hips as she walked across to the phone booth. He wasn't going to give up so easy. He still thought that he could maybe convince this babe to take refuge from the pending storm with him in the queen size sleep compartment of his big rig. Following her to the phone booth he stood outside and waited for her to finish her call. He couldn't help but hear her side of the conversation.

"What do you mean I have to come back to the clinic?" The girl said loudly into the phone. She was not too happy with what she was hearing. "Do you realize where I am and how far I've driven...? Yes, I know, the procedure was only experimental, but you said it would be perfectly safe and you expected no problems and I could expect to start seeing natural results within a week ... I don't understand, if you say the tissue cultures you implanted were more successful than anticipated, why is that a problem...? Well, what if I decide not to return right now and just let things run their natural course...? My God, you've got to be kidding." The girl's expression changed from one of annoyance to a look of astonishment. "I understand ... Then I guess I have no choice, I'll be back as soon as I can."

Whatever the girl's problem was, Jim didn't really care. He only had one thing on his mind, and he wasn't going to give up until he had this girl in the sack. He knew these dancer types were all the same, they were all just a bunch of nymphos and getting them to spread their legs was just a matter of persistence.

When the girl finally stepped out of the phone booth, she was startled to find Jim standing there blocking her way. "Excuse me," she said as she pushed past him.

"Hold on there a second, sweet cheeks!" Jim insisted. "I think you and I need to get a little better acquainted."

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder rolled across the sky startling the both of them and raindrops began to dot the dry dusty ground around them.

The girl paused and turned back to face Jim. "Pay attention, you creep," she said sternly, pointing her finger in his face. "I have more important things on my mind right now and I have no interest in dealing with the likes of an obnoxious, disgusting, self-centered moron like you. Put yourself in my place, you fool, if you were me would you have anything to do with an idiot like you?"

"Looky here, girly," he said, grabbing her by the wrist. "When I want something I usually get it, and the only place I want to be right now is in your pants."

Suddenly the air around them began to crackle, and Jim could feel a wave of static that made his hair stand on end. "What the fu..." he began to say but his words were cut short by an explosion of hot white light.

Jim lay dazed. His head throbbed in pain and echoed with distant voices. He couldn't move, he could hardly even open his eyes. Someone was touching him and talking.

"This one's lucky," the voice said.

Jim finally was able to open his eyes, everything was fuzzy, but he could see two people standing over him.

"I think you're going to be okay," the paramedic said. "We checked you out and there's not a mark on you and all your vital signs are normal. It's not everybody who gets struck by lightning and lives to tell about it. I think your friend over there took the brunt of the bolt, though, and, unfortunately, was killed instantly.

Jim's head was starting to clear and the pain was subsiding, but he was feeling strangely weak. Turning his head to the side he could see the body covered in a sheet, being taken away on a stretcher.

"You didn't really know that person did you?" The paramedic asked. "The station attendant says you had just met."

Jim shook his head. "What a waste," Jim thought to himself. "She had such a great body."

We'll take you to the hospital to have you checked out," the paramedic said. "Just to be sure."

"No," Jim's voiced cracked, only able to talk in a strange whisper. "I'm okay." Jim sat up slowly but his head ached and his body felt strangely frail. He sat for a moment with his eyes closed and rubbed his head. He felt weird, his hands didn't feel right against his head, and for that matter something strange was on his head. His hair felt long and soft. Jim opened his eyes and looked at his hands. He stared at them for a moment wondering what the heck was wrong with his eyes, or his hands or what? He opened and closed his hands as if to see if they were really his, but they didn't look like his. They looked like the petite and nicely manicured hands of ... a woman!

"What the hell," he said in a voice that wasn't his own. Jim struggled to get to his feet, but he felt all off balance, his arms and legs felt strangely foreign to him.

"Take it easy there, Miss," the paramedic said, holding Jim by the waist until he got his balance.

"Don't touch me, you goddam fag," Jim said pulling away. "And who the hell you calling 'Miss'?" Jim looked at the paramedics, they both looked so tall, as if Jim were standing in a hole or something. Looking down at his body Jim could hardly make any sense out of what he was seeing. He was looking at someone else's body and he was wearing tight jeans and a white top that bulged strangely out from his chest. "Holy shit!" Jim exclaimed, grabbing at his chest. "I got tits!" Jim was at a total loss. "What the hell happened to me?"

"You got hit by lightning, young lady," the paramedic tried to explain, "and you're just a bit disoriented. You'll be okay, but we better take you in for observation."

"You're not takin' me anywhere. Get away from me." One of the paramedics tried to grab him but he weakly jabbed him in the nose and then turned to run to his truck, only to find it was being towed away. Jim panicked, the paramedics were coming at him again and he looked for a way to escape. There before him was the girl's red convertible with the keys still in the ignition. "What the hell, she's dead, she won't be needin' it," he said to himself. And without another thought he jumped behind the wheel, started the engine and sped away leaving the two paramedics standing in a cloud of dust.

"What do we do now?" one paramedic said to the other.

"Shit, let the bitch go, she's not our problem anymore," he replied, rubbing his sore nose.

Jim sped through the desert at top speed in the little red sports car. His mind was swimming. He had no idea what happened to his body, he didn't want to think about it or even look at himself, but he couldn't help but look at his own reflection in the rear view mirror. What he saw scared the hell out of him, it was the face of the girl, staring back at him. Jim felt sick. "This is some sort of twilight zone nightmare or something," he thought. He wanted to find some quiet place to stop and rest and figure things out. Finally after many miles he spotted a sign for a motel, the "Desert Haven". Soon he was pulling into the parking lot. Stepping out of the car he looked down at his feet. He was wearing tight leather high heel boots that zipped up the side. No wonder he had difficulty walking. Trying not to think about things, he made his way into the office.

When the old man saw Jim walk in the door, his eyes lit up and he grinned a smile from ear to ear. "What can I do t'ya', little lady?" the old man finally said, never lifting his gaze from chest level.

Jim inadvertently looked down to see what the old man was looking at. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the realization. "Just give me a room for the night," he said in his strange female voice.

"That'll be forty dollars," the old man said.

Jim stood dumbfounded. He hadn't thought about money. Reaching his hand into his pants pocket for his wallet he was surprised to find nothing but tight thin fabric stretched over soft full hips. Jim didn't know what to do. Sliding his hands over his hips he felt the outline of a hard piece of plastic. Slipping his fingers into a slit in the fabric he felt a sense of relief as he pulled out a credit card. Jim looked at the name on the card, "Jamie Swift" it read. Handing it to the man, the transaction was finished and Jim got the key to his room.

As Jim drew the drapes and locked the door he felt totally exhausted. All he wanted to do was fall into bed and go to sleep and make this whole nightmare go away. As soon as his face hit the pillow he was out like a light.

It was many hours later when he finally awoke. As he slowly drifted awake, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, trying to recall the events of the previous day. "What a bad dream," he thought. But the reality of things finally hit him when he placed his hands on his chest and felt the two soft fleshy mounds that were now a part of him. "Holy shit!" he screeched as he bolted upright. "It's not a dream! Holy shit," he repeated over and over as he sat on the edge of the bed squeezing his new big breasts. They felt so strange and foreign but at the same time they felt rather ... nice.

Jim stood up and slowly walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, almost afraid of what he was going to see. Jim couldn't believe his eyes. There standing before him looking back at him from the mirror was the young sexy blonde girl with her D-cup breasts, slim waist, and full hips wearing the tight white top and the skin tight jeans.

"What has happened to me," Jim moaned as he stared at himself in the mirror. We were hit by lightning, and then ... somehow we traded bodies ... but that means that it's her ... and my body, that are ... dead! Jim shuddered to think that this might very well be a permanent situation and there would be no going back.

Jim stood there for the longest time wondering what to do next. Here he was, totally transformed into, of all things, a woman. The man that he used to be, his entire life, was now gone. "Why did this happen?" he wondered. "Is this some kind of punishment from God? Or is this some kind of blessing and a chance for a whole new life?" Whatever the reasons, this was how he now was and it looked like things were going to stay this way for an awfully long time. He finally realized that he had no choice but to deal with it and get used to it or go totally insane. After staring at himself in the mirror with his mind swimming for what seemed like hours, he decided there was really nothing else to do but move ahead and get familiar with his new body.

As he watched himself in the mirror he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down exposing pink bikini panties and creamy white thighs. Sliding his hands over his butt, his skin felt so soft and sensual. As he pulled down his panties, Jim felt a sinking feeling to realize that his manhood that he had always been so proud of was now gone, and in its place was a trim little muff of hair. Jim cautiously probed his fingers into its midst unsure of what he'd find. He tensed slightly at its sensitivity creating a sensation that gave him a shiver and made his nipples pucker. Sliding his hands up across his taut belly he pulled the tight white top off over his head to reveal a lacy pink bra. Dark perky nipples pressed through the fabric. Reaching behind him he tried to undo the catch: he had never done it from this angle before, but after a little effort he succeeded. Removing the bra he gasped at the sight of two of the most perfect breasts that he had ever seen. Cradling them in his hands he gave his nipples a squeeze causing a wave of sensation like he had never had felt before.

"This is going to take some gettin' used to," he said to himself, "but I think I can deal with it." Jim walked into the bathroom to relieve himself. As he stood in front of the toilet he laughed, and at the same time almost cried, at the realization that he would never again be able to pee standing up. After his first experience of peeing without a penis, Jim decided to take a long hot bath and try to get his head straight to best deal with this whole thing.

As he finally eased himself into the hot soothing water he was amazed at how much space he had around him in the tub. It was strange to now be so small and petite: he guessed himself to be no more that about five foot two, and about a hundred and ten pounds, quite a change from being six foot one and two hundred forty pounds. And age-wise he guessed himself to be about 24 yrs old, which sure beat worrying about turning forty next year. As he lay there he thought about his past life. Jim Fullmer was now totally dead and gone. It occurred to him that his past life really didn't add up to much. He didn't have any friends that would miss him, and he had no living relatives. Jim realized that he had to totally adjust to this new life or go crazy; he had to totally let go of the old Jim and put his past identity out of his mind. He had to start thinking of himself as Jamie, a young girl; he was no longer a "he", he was a "she"!

"My name is Jamie Swift," she said to herself, repeating the words over and over again. "I am a young and beautiful woman. That is what I am. That is what I must be."

Jamie began feeling strangely excited, she was now looking forward to a whole new life. Her past as Jim was now gone and she could not be held accountable for any of Jim's wrongdoings; that was another person and another life. Here she was now with a totally fresh start. Her mind was swimming, thinking of all the possibilities, all the things she could do, and things she needed to do. She needed to investigate Jamie Swift and learn about her life if she was going to successfully become her. One thing occurred to Jamie, her mind seemed so clear now, her thoughts now seemed to come so easily. "They say that women are more intelligent than men," she pondered. "Now that I am a woman, am I more intelligent than what I was as Jim?" Jamie laughed.

As Jamie toweled herself off after her bath she studied her body closely. She scrutinized every square inch of skin, looking at every freckle, feeling every curve, probing every orifice. Lying on the bed she slowly caressed her body from head to toe. As Jim she had never touched a woman in this way before. She loved the sensations of her new body. She felt as if she were making love to a woman from within that woman, what a strange concept. Jamie pressed her fingers gently into her muff, probing and exploring, she could feel her labia and her clitoris, like a small little pea-sized penis yet, oh, so much more sensitive. Caressing this little button slowly and smoothly she quivered with the sensation, her nipples stood erect and her body tensed. While rubbing her clitoris ever more vigorously with one hand she squeezed her breasts with the other, lifting them one at a time to her sensuous lips and sucking them hard. She rocked her pelvis vigorously upward against her hand increasing the sensations with every gyration, moving faster and faster and breathing harder and harder until she exploded into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. But the sensations subsided little and her body beckoned for more and she continued her motions with greater intensity carrying her into the second of what would be a long series of intense orgasms.

A long while later Jamie lay drained and exhausted, feeling almost numb from the intense stimulation. Jamie was crying while at the same time she was almost laughing. She felt a mixture of emotions. Never before had she ever had such an experience. Never before as Jim had she ever given a woman this kind of pleasure. She felt sad for all those other women that she as Jim had so unfairly used and abused, while at the same time she was happy to have discovered that such bliss was even possible. She never knew it was possible for a person to make love to themselves this way. She thought about how Jim would merely relieve himself by just jacking off whenever he couldn't get lucky. Now by comparison the action seemed so shallow and empty. She wondered about the emotional sensitivity she was now feeling, and why she as Jim could never see things this way before. Was this something that just came along with acquiring a woman's body; were men really incapable of such compassion, or was it that so many men buried their compassion under a heavy layer of male macho ego?

After a bit of a rest Jamie decided it was time that she had better check out the contents of her car and piece together the puzzle of her life. Slipping back into her panties and jeans she was amused that getting her pants on was now going to be an easier process now that she didn't have to worry about tucking in any extra "equipment".

"Hmmm..." it suddenly occurred to her. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I wished I could get into her pants."

As Jamie was buttoning her top pants button there came a knock at the door. Forgetting herself for moment she opened the door to find the desk clerk standing there with a shocked expression on his face, suddenly unable to speak.

"Well," Jamie finally asked, "what is it."

"W-will you be checking out?" the man finally stammered. "Or, uh, will you be staying another night."

"Checking out," Jamie said. "I'll be out of here in an hour."

As she closed the door she then realized the reason for the man's shocked expression, she had neglected to put on a shirt before answering the door, something that she never before was concerned about as Jim. "I guess they are a pretty impressive sight," she said, looking at herself in the mirror. Cradling her breasts in her hands and feeling their soft, round fullness she noticed a small red mark on the underside of each breast in the fold against her chest. Upon closer examination it looked like she had two tiny incisions each about a half inch long and healing nicely with a barely visible scar.

"Implants?" Jamie wondered feeling her breasts. "No, not at all. I've felt plenty of implants before and these are totally natural." Thinking back to the conversation that she as Jim overheard when the girl was on the phone she remembered something she said about implants and some sort of procedure. "Oh, well, I'm sure it's nothing to be concerned about, they're about as nice and natural a set of tits as any girl could hope for."

Attempting to put on her bra was a new experience, she just couldn't manage to get her fingers to work behind her back that way. She finally managed by putting on the bra backward and then sliding it around before putting the straps over her shoulders. Getting her breasts into the cups was another tricky effort but finally she managed though she couldn't quite get all of her breast flesh tucked neatly inside, it almost seemed that the bra was a bit too small for her. Finally putting on the white top she stepped outside to check out her car. Luckily in the glove box she found her pocketbook with her driver's license, checkbook, credit and banks cards, a small amount of cash, and everything she needed to establish her identity. In the trunk were three suitcases and a few boxes of shoes and some shopping bags.

Taking everything into the room she went through the suitcases looking for clues to her life. Finding an address book she noticed that it was filled with addresses and phone numbers of clubs and agents and business contacts, and very few phone numbers for what might appear to be friends or even relatives. It almost seemed that she, too, like Jim, spent a lot of time on the road without family or friends or much of a personal life. It was obvious that Jamie was a dancer and occasionally traveled to clubs around several states with Las Vegas as her home base. Checking the balance in her checkbook she found there to be less than fifty dollars left, with the last check written being made out to a "Dr B" for the sum of six thousand dollars. Jamie wondered again about who this mysterious doctor was and what this "procedure" was all about.

In the shopping bags she found several new bras and a receipt from a specialty store in Houston, Texas. Curiously, the bras were of different sizes ranging from DD-cup to a H-cup. Finally it dawned on Jamie just what was going on. The girl had traveled to Houston to see a doctor for some new kind of breast enlargement procedure, and her breasts were going to be growing up to the H-cup size. "Imagine that," Jamie chuckled, feeling the tightness in her chest. "Bigger breasts. Ha! Things just keep getting better, I guess."

Deciding to change her clothes Jamie slipped on the new lacy black DD-cup size bra. It fit much better than the pink one. She also found in the suitcase a tiny pair of black thong panties. She found the sensation of the strap up between her butt cheeks to be rather stimulating. Lastly she slipped on a sleek lavender short dress with a floral print that nicely displayed her ample bosom and her slim shape. Brushing her long blonde hair was a strange new experience and it took a little doing to get the technique down. Looking at her face in the bathroom mirror she smiled at the thought of never ever having to shave again, or at least not her face. And what about makeup? She had no clue what to do about that. For now she thought to just go for the natural look and not worry about it.

Soon Jamie was packed up and speeding down the highway heading to Las Vegas, her first intention to go to her home, the address on the driver's license, and to find out just what her life was all about. Jamie had no idea just yet what she was going to do, she though it might be an impossible thing to try to just step into Jamie's life as it was and just continue from there. Even though as Jim she had loved exotic dancers, she wasn't sure she could bring herself to get up on stage in front of a room full of guys and take all her clothes off. Jamie wondered what to do if she should run into any of the people that the old Jamie knew, what then? Maybe she could claim amnesia: after all, she had been struck by lightning. There was so much going through her mind, she just didn't want to think about it right now.

She decided just to deal with things as they came. Right now she was just going to enjoy the moment. The sunlight was warm on her face, her long blond hair was blowing in the wind and this new body carried with it a whole assortment of new sensations. With every bump in the highway her ample bosom would bounce with a pleasant motion. Just ahead of her on the highway there was a truck that wasn't quite going fast enough. As Jamie proceeded to pass she could see the wide-eyed face of the trucker in his rear view mirror. as she pulled alongside, the trucker stuck his head full out the window and hollered, "Hey, baby, nice tits." Jamie shot him a sideways glance and gave him a half smile. She thought the guy was rather crude and annoying, but what could she expect, the guy was a trucker. The whole scene gave Jamie kind of a weird feeling of déjà-vu.

After a while, Jamie noticed that her stomach was beginning to growl, and it finally occurred to her that she hadn't eaten a thing since waking up in this new body, and for that matter she had no idea how long it had been for the girl before that. It was starting to get dark when she passed through a small town and spotted a truck stop diner. As she stepped out of the car and walked in, she noticed that she was getting the hang of walking in heels and that walking as a woman involved a lot more involuntary hip motion than walking as a man. Inside the diner there were two truckers seated at the counter that turned and looked as she entered. "Holy shit!" she heard one of them say, almost falling out of his seat. Jamie opted to sit in a booth on the opposite side of the diner.

"What'll it be, honey?" the waitress asked, as Jamie perused the menu.

Jamie was quite hungry and everything on the menu looked good to her. She finally decided to order the kind of meal Jim usually did in such places. "I'll have the 'hungry trucker special' with a beer and a slice of apple pie."

The waitress looked at her with one raised eyebrow. "You're sure about that? That's a full size meal."

"Did I mumble?" was Jamie's impertinent reply. "You heard right."

As the waitress went to fill her order, Jamie thought that perhaps she needed to watch her attitude with people now, after all she wasn't a trucker anymore. She though that maybe she had better try to act a little more befitting of a young lady, although she wasn't really quite sure just how that should be.

Soon the waitress was setting on the table before her a huge plate full of steak, fries, cole slaw, and a few other items not clearly identifiable. Jamie picked up her fork and ate like a trucker. Or at least started to. She had gotten through only about one third of her meal when she started to feel a bit queasy. Jamie realized that she just didn't have the stomach that she used to have as a trucker, and that maybe this was the wrong kind of food to be eating anyway. "Just what do cute young babes eat?" she wondered. Suddenly feeling a pressure inside, she let loose with a belch and a burp that would have made Jim proud.

The two men at the counter laughed. "Now that's sounds like my kinda woman," one of them said.

Something about the two men seemed vaguely familiar to Jamie. Jim had met an awful lot of truckers over the years in bars and diners all across the country, and she was sure that she had encountered these guys somewhere before.

One of the guys got up from his seat and sauntered over to Jamie's table. He just stood there for a moment picking his teeth, looking down at her with a leering grin. "That's about the sweetest pair of tits as I've seen in a long time," he finally said. "And it looks like they're just about ripe for pickin'," he added.

Glancing down at herself Jamie hadn't realized just how much she really was bulging out the top of her dress. She had to admit to herself that it really was an impressive sight.

"So what's a pretty young thang like yerself doin' in a place like this all by her lonesome?" the guy asked.

Finally it dawned on her just where she had seen these guys before. It was about three years ago in a bar in Kansas City. Jim and these two guys and a few others were involved in a gang bang with a hooker on a pool table. She remembered things kinda got out of hand when the girl started hollering "rape" but nothin' came of the whole thing because she was just a piece of hooker trash anyway.

"Y'know, I think it'd be real nice if you and me and my friend here got better acquainted, if ya know what I mean."

Jamie didn't know quite what to do. What she wanted to do was punch this obnoxious moron's lights out for getting in her face, but she just didn't have Jim's strength anymore. Putting enough cash on the table to pay for the meal, Jamie got up from her seat. "If you don't mind, I gotta go to the bathroom," she said, pushing past the smelly trucker. "I suddenly got the urge to go puke."

Finding the restroom at the back of the diner behind the kitchen, Jamie decided to take her time and wait until the truckers lost interest and left. Finally when she thought it was safe, Jamie unlocked the door and stepped out of the bathroom.

"It's not nice to keep a guy waitin', sweet cheeks." the trucker said, blocking her way in the narrow hallway. "Now I ain't seen such a fine lookin' body in a hell of a long time, and I think you're the kinda girl that would be real pleased to share that fine body with a guy like me."

Jamie's face flushed hot with anger and dread at having deal with this asshole. "Pay attention, you creep." Jamie said sternly pointing a finger in the man's face, and spouting the first words that came to mind. "I have more important things on my mind right now and I have no interest in dealing with the likes of an obnoxious, disgusting, self-centered moron like you. Put yourself in my place, you fool, if you were me would you have anything to do with an idiot like you?"

"Ha, that's they way I like 'em," the trucker laughed, grabbing Jamie by the wrist, "nice and feisty."

The trucker's grip was like a vice. Jamie winced at the pain and started to panic but before she could utter a sound, the trucker placed a hand over her mouth and pushed her out the back door of the diner into the alleyway where the second trucker was waiting to get his piece of the action. The second trucker grabbed her from behind by her tits, pinching them painfully while the first trucker unzipped his pants releasing his erect organ. Horrified at the thought of what was about to happen, Jamie struggled but she just didn't have the strength to break away.

"Relax, bitch, you know you want this as much as I do," the trucker said as he pulled up her dress, ripped off her panties, and pressed the blunt end of his cock against her unwilling pussy.

Jamie grimaced in pain as he penetrated her. Her mind swam, and she flashed back to the times when Jim had done this very thing to so many women before. She felt sick; how could this be happening? What cruel twist of fate was it that now put Jamie on the receiving end of what she, as Jim, had done to so many others. She though about the few that had managed to get away, and what they did. Reaching down she grabbed the trucker by his left nut and squeezed and twisted it with all her might. The trucker shrieked and pulled away in agony. Reaching back and grabbing the face of the trucker that held her from behind she dug her thumbnails into his eyes and as he writhed in pain she turned around and kicked him with all her might in the nuts. Slipping off one of her shoes she swung it at the first trucker and hit him squarely upside the head with the point of her heel, sending him sprawling. Grabbing her pocketbook and keys she tried to run as fast as she could around to the front of the diner, finding it difficult to do so without her breasts bouncing wildly and painfully, throwing her off balance and almost causing her to fall. She managed to jump into her car and speed away as the two truckers came into view hollering and waving their fists at her.

Jamie cried as she drove for most of the next few hundred miles. At this point she hated all men and she hated herself for ever having been such a man. At first she thought that being trapped in a woman's body might be a new and exciting experience, but not any more. Being a woman really sucked. She hated not having the strength she used to have and she hated being so short and petite and vulnerable, and she hated how men looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Jamie's stomach hurt and she felt like throwing up.

It was quite late when Jamie finally got to Las Vegas. Finally after a bit of searching she found the address that was on her driver's license. She evidently lived in a rather run down apartment building. With some apprehension Jamie finally located her apartment. She dreaded the possibility that the girl she now was might have a boyfriend waiting for her. She wasn't sure just what she'd do if that were the case. Taped to the door there was an envelope addressed to her and by looking at the date it was evident that nobody had been there in several days. Inserting the key on her key ring into the lock she was relieved to find it actually worked.

Switching on the light she stepped in and looked around. The apartment was small and sparsely but nicely furnished. She was relieved to find that there was no evidence to indicate that anyone else lived there but herself. Looking at the letter that was taped to the door she found it to be an eviction notice for non-payment of rent. Stacked on the kitchen counter there were also many other bills, all past due.

Jamie was exhausted from a long and arduous day and all she wanted to do right now was take a long hot shower and go to bed. Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror she couldn't believe what a mess she was. Her dress was ripped, her hair a mess, her new bra was broken, her pussy hurt, and her breasts were sore, swollen, and bruised. Stepping into the shower, the hot cleansing water felt good as it washed away the grungy feeling she had after being manhandled by the truckers. As she stood there letting the soothing water flow over her tender breasts, she thought about all that she had been through in the last few days. She thought that maybe she had experienced the worst of what it was like to be a woman, and from this point things just had to get better. Jamie's stomach ached and this time cramped a bit harder making her almost double up from the pain. Looking down Jamie was startled to find a trickle of blood running down her inner thigh. "Holy shit," Jamie said as she realized what was happening. "No, this can't be happening. Gawd, dont tell me. I can't fuckin' believe that after all this... I'm on the rag!!"

After her shower, Jamie fumbled through the bathroom cabinets and finally found what she didn't really want, but knew that she needed ... a box of tampons. Reading the instructions on the box she did her best to insert the stupid thing. Crawling into bed she curled up and moaned until she eventually fell asleep.

The next morning Jamie slowly drifted awake. She felt rested and her cramps had subsided. As she lay there, she caressed her soft and full breasts, noticing that they seemed much larger than they were the day before. She wondered if their increase in size was due to the procedure or if it was just a side effect from her being on her period. Either way they felt nice. So far these private times alone with herself were Jamie's favorite part of being a woman. She lay there for the the next two hours fondling, caressing and masturbating.

Jamie decided it was time to investigate this little apartment that was now her home and try to piece together the puzzle that was her life. Searching the entire apartment she scrutinized every picture, every letter, every object that might give her a clue as to what Jamie Swift was all about. Under a stack of bills she found the answering machine with several messages on it. Most were from a guy named Vinny regarding money that she owed, with the later messages sounding much more threatening. Two of the messages were from Dave at the club wanting to know when she was coming back to work and if she were finished taking care of whatever personal business it was that she took the last two weeks off for; apparently unaware that she was actually getting a boob job. Searching through all her bills and checking her balance in her checkbook it seemed that Jamie had virtually no money, what few credit cards she had were nearly maxed out and she had only less than fifty dollars cash on hand.

Finally Jamie found her personal diary tucked away in a drawer. She studied every page closely as it unfolded the story of Jamie Swift's life for the past several years. She had been married to a construction worker and was going to settle down to a happy family life when her husband came down sick with an incurable blood disease that required much medical expense, and they went deeply into debt. Jamie went into exotic dancing to help pay the medical expenses but couldn't keep up. As her husband's condition worsened she eventually resorted to borrowing a great deal of money from a Vegas loan shark to pay for the expensive procedures. But it was to no avail, and her husband finally died from the disease. Jamie was left grief-stricken and alone with no relatives or close friends to turn to for help in her time of need, and on top of it all she was left with a tremendous debt to pay back. She had thought about skipping town and disappearing from public view but she couldn't bring herself to give up the dancing she enjoyed and she dreaded the thought of having to spend the rest of her life always looking over her shoulder.

Long before her husband had ever gotten sick, Jamie and her husband had talked about her getting breast implants, she had always wanted them and they knew it would greatly increase her earning potential, but she was rejected by every doctor she had consulted, as an unsuitable candidate for surgery due to a silicone sensitivity. Jamie's husband had made her promise that in spite of whatever might happen with him, she would still get the implants if it ever became possible for her to do so. Months later, after her husband had died, one of her customers in the club told her about a doctor friend in Houston that was working on a new natural procedure for breast enlargement. Jamie jumped at the opportunity. She called the doctor and convinced him to let her be one of his first patients for the new procedure. He explained to her that the procedure had not yet been cleared by the FDA, a process that could take many years. He would only agree to do it if she swore herself to total secrecy and she would do what she could to protect his interests, lest he lose his medical license. He also explained that the procedure would also involve considerable expense due to the expensive laboratory processes involved. Jamie scraped up every penny she had to pay for the procedure, taking the chance that it might not even work as it was still entirely experimental. The doctor briefly explained that the procedure involved culturing Jamie's own breast cells and genetically altering them for maximum growth potential and then implanting the cultured cells into her breasts where hopefully they would continue to grow for a week or so until the growth factor broke down giving her perfectly naturally enlarged breasts. The doctor said that all preliminary tests indicated that she could expect an increase of from two to four cup sizes on top of her already D-cup size breasts. The last entry in the diary was that Jamie was leaving to go to Houston for the procedure and she expected that within a week of her return the new bigger and bustier Jamie Swift would be making her big debut at the club.

Jamie sat wondering just what to do, and where to go from this point. The whole idea of just stepping into someone else's life and picking up where she left off was a real scary thought. Even if she wanted to take off and make her own life elsewhere, she had absolutely no resources whatsoever, and it would be absolutely impossible with no money and nobody she could trust to help her. It seemed the only option was to stay and try to continue with Jamie's life as it was. Besides, how hard could it be to be a dancer, Jim had seen plenty of dancers over the years, it really wouldn't be that difficult.

Jamie started considering all the prospects of being a dancer. She thought about how she now would be right there in the dressing room with all the other dancers. Jamie was getting excited at the thought, even though she was now a woman, she still was Jim inside and she still had Jim's sexual preferences and his lust for bold and busty women. Jamie still had no interest in men sexually, the Jim in her felt revulsion at the thought of being made love to by a man. But the thought of her own voluptuous female body in passionate embrace with another equally voluptuous female body was absolutely exciting.

Jamie decided to spend the next few days resting up and getting over her period completely before going to the club. She decided also to spend the time going through all of Jamie's clothes; trying everything on, putting together some outfits to dance in, experimenting with makeup, and practising a few dance routines in front of the bedroom mirror. She was also going to spend a lot of that time as well fondling, caressing, and enjoying the sensations of her new body. Feeling the greater fullness of her breasts, she wondered what size they were now. Trying on a new bra in the next size larger, a nice pink F-cup bra, she found that it was actually a bit tight as mounds of breast flesh were bulging upward out of the top. The next bra she tried was a smooth blue satin G-cup. It felt nice and sensuous to the touch and it fit nicely. The sight of herself in the mirror was very exciting and Jamie was feeling an increased wetness in her pussy. Soon she was lying on the bed again, making love to herself.

Late that day Jamie finally crawled out of bed and went looking for something to eat only to find the refrigerator empty and the cupboards bare. She had no choice but to take what little cash she had left and venture out to get some food. Dressing in a thin white crop top stretched very nicely over her blue satin bra, denim hot pants, and jogging shoes, she decided to walk to the corner grocery store. Jamie dressed for attention intentionally just to test out people's reactions. As she walked down the street her ample bosom bounced with each step and she purpously accentuated the motion with a springy liveliness. She was greatly amused at how people responded. There were mothers that covered their children's eyes, men that walked into sign posts, old men that grinned and sighed as grumbling wives elbowed them in the ribs. There was even a minor traffic accident as one guy screeched his brakes and got rear-ended. At the market as Jamie shopped she noticed that guys would follow her around the store just to watch her movements. She especially enjoyed the produce man's reactions when she was looking through the cantaloupes and honeydews.

"Nice melons," came a voice from behind her.

Jamie turned to see a short slim Italian man neatly dressed in dark clothes wearing several gold rings and a heavy gold chain around his neck. He looked rather over dressed for a trip to the supermarket.

"I was beginning to think that you had tried to skip out on us," the man said coldly. But I see now you've been making some 'investments' in your career. I guess that explains why we didn't get our last five thousand dollar payment.

Jamie knew right away that this could only be Vinny, the loan shark. "I think you'll agree that I have made a few changes that will significantly increase my earning potential," she said, slowly stepping toward him holding her chest out. "Don't you agree?"

Vinny stood for a moment transfixed at the sight of her perfect bosom. "I guess this puts you into an entirely different league, right? I suppose you think you're no longer just a common, two bit stripper working the small time for peanuts. Well, I'll admit it's a great improvement, and with these new assets I'm sure you'll have no problem catching up with a double payment by next week," he said with a cold hard tone. "Remember, ten grand in seven days, or we start getting a little more ... 'physical' ... if you know what I mean."

As Vinny left, Jamie stood pondering the situation. As Jim, she would have just pounded this little shit and been done with it, but on second thought, maybe not. Jim had encountered the Vegas underground before and they were not ones to mess with. Jamie knew that, considering the situation, she had no recourse other than to come up with the money and keep them happy.

When Jamie finally got home she decided it was time to make a few phone calls and arrange her return to work. She told Dave, the club manager, that she would be in that evening to discuss her future with the club and an increase in pay. Dave's dubious laugh told her that he would need a little convincing. As Jamie caressed her full soft breasts she didn't think doing so would be very difficult.

Jamie showed up at the club that night dressed in a tight, thin, red dress that clung to her sexy body like a coat of paint. She was a little anxious about pulling this whole thing off but she felt confident that she could do it. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust as she walked into the dimly lit, smoke-filled club. The music was loud and all the men in the room were whooping and hollering with their attentions focused on the girl who was gyrating on stage.

"Holy shit, Jamie! Is that you?" said a man who Jamie figured could only be Dave. "I was gonna give you shit for leavin' me shorthanded for so long, but hell, with improvements like this, it was worth the wait," he added, eyeing her bulging bosom. Reaching out and hefting a tit in each hand he gave them a confirming squeeze. "And they feel quite natural to boot. Nice boob job."

Resisting the impulse to smack him for taking it upon himself to feel her up, Jamie moved on to the subject of money and Dave suggested they discuss it in his office. Even after much haggling and Jamie threatening to take her new "talents" elsewhere, Dave still wouldn't give in to Jamie's demands. Finally as a last resort Jamie decided that a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to get her way even if it meant using her new feminine charms. Inside, the thought of having any kind of sexual contact with this guy, or any man for that matter, was totally repulsive, but Jamie knew that it was what she was now built for and it was what she had to do to get the kind of deal she wanted. Jamie slowly started unbuttoning the top of her dress revealing even more of her vast cleavage. Now she had Dave's undivided attention. He watched wide eyed as she slipped off her dress and undid her bra releasing her bulging bosom from its confines to wobble and sway before him. Dave stood mesmerized by the sight of two of the nicest all natural breasts he had ever seen. Jamie stepped forward and grabbing Dave by the head she pulled his face between her breasts, completely engulfing him in breast flesh. Dave was in heaven, moaning wih delight. Soon he was like putty in her hands, agreeing to almost anything she wanted. By the time Jamie left, Dave had agreed to give her top billing, let her keep 100% of her tips, and with a two thousand dollar bonus in advance. As she left the club that night Jamie paused to watch the girls on stage. She was to make her big debut the very next night, and she had better be prepared to make it quite a show. As Jim, she had spent many years closely watching exotic dancers and studying their every move, knowing practically all their usual routines by heart. But never in his wildest dreams did Jim imagine that he himself would someday be a woman dancing those very same moves in front of a room full of men like himself.

The next morning Jamie awoke feeling rested and ready for her big day. As she lay in bed caressing her breasts she noticed that they felt much fuller than the day before. She figured that they had probably gotten as big as they were going to get, considering what Jamie had written in her diary and the size of the bras that she had purchased. But when she opened the package and tried on the largest bra she had, she was surprised to find that it was rather uncomfortable and just wasn't quite fitting right. Pink bulges of bosom were pushing out of the top and sides of the bra cup. Thinking she had grabbed the wrong bra, she checked the tag to see what size it was. Sure enough it was labeled "H-cup". Searching through all of her outfits Jamie couldn't find any bras or tops at all that would come even close to accommodating such a large bustline.

Jamie decided that her first priority for the day was to go out and buy some properly fitting bras. In her phone book she found the address of a costume and dance specialty shop situated in the local mall. Opting to go braless, Jamie just put on a tight pink tee-shirt and jeans and went out to go shopping. As Jamie walked through the mall her unconfined breasts wobbled, bounced, and swayed with her every motion and her dark pink areolae were distinctly visible through the thinly stretched fabric. She was rather oblivious to the reactions of the other people in the mall as they paused to gawk as she walked by; her mind was more on the sensation of her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her shirt and how it was getting her rather excited.

Inside the specialty shop Jamie stood amazed at the sight of so many flashy and exotic costumes. Looking over the vast display of bras she didn't see anything that came even close to her size.

"How can I help you?" said a short, slim rather flamboyantly dressed man.

Jamie could tell by his manner that the guy was gay. " I need some bras," Jamie said, sticking out her chest.

"Obviously you do," said the man with a rather wide eyed expression. "What size do you need?"

Jamie shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't a clue, but I do know an H-cup is too small."

"Well, then. I guess we just need to take some measurements," the man said as he picked up his measuring tape and directed her to the dressing room.

Jamie slipped off her shirt and the man studied her physique, slowly walking circles around her with an amazed expression on his face. "Wow," he finally said. "I must say, I've seen a lot of breasts in my business but I have never seen a pair that is so perfectly large and natural and so nicely shaped." Wrapping the measuring tape around her various dimensions, he began rattling off numbers. Her strap size was thirty-four inches and her bust size measured in at a whopping fourty-four inches. "That puts you into somewhere around a 34J-cup bra, a size which is normally a special order bra and takes weeks to get, but fortunately I do make it a point to always have a few styles on hand in sizes ranging all the way up to an M-cup."

When Jamie left the store she carried an armload of packages. She had purchased several new dance outfits in stretchy spandex and several bras in her size including a few in a larger size just in case.

That evening the club was quite crowded. Dave had been busy doing some promotional work, distributing fliers and hanging up banners, touting Jamie's debut as the girl with the "biggest natural tits in Vegas". Jamie didn't know if that was necessarily true, she remembered seeing a lot of bigger tits in Vegas but most of them certainly had to be implants. In the dressing room Jamie was getting an eyeful as all the other girls were getting into their costumes and getting ready for their turn on stage. Some of the girls were friendly and were quite interested to hear about Jamie's new breasts, and Jamie did her best to try to be sociable. But most of the girls weren't at all friendly and obviously had some hostility toward her. It seemed that Jamie's new attributes were also viewed as a threat. The more money that Jamie made, the less money the other girls would make. So for the most part, Jamie just wanted to keep to herself and so, at least for now, avoided interacting with the others, though there were some of them that she wouldn't mind having a little one on one time with.

Jamie dressed in a tight shimmery gold evening dress that hugged her ample bosom nicely. As she stood inside the dressing room looking at herself in the mirror she listened to the music and the sounds of the crowd outside, waiting in anticipation and in dread of when they would announce her name and she would have to take her turn on stage.

"And now, we are pleased to present," the announcer bellowed, "the girl with the biggest natural tits in Las Vegas, Jamie Swift."

The crowd cheered with a deafening sound. Jamie gulped and as the music began she walked out on stage. The lights were bright and dazzling, making it difficult to see the audience. Jamie closed her eyes and just started to move with the music. She began to dance as she had seen so many women dance before. She didn't know how she was doing it but the moves were just kind of coming to her and she was starting to feel a flow and a motion and was getting lost in the music. She was doing it! She was actually dancing and the crowd was cheering and she smiled at the thought that she was actually making this whole thing work . As Jamie danced and gyrated and wiggled and bounced onstage the crowd went crazy, but they really went crazy when she unzipped her dress and let it slip to the floor leaving her clad only in a thin little gold g-string and a shimmering gold bra. Bills were raining down around her and as she made her way around the stage, men were reaching out with fistfuls of money stretching for the opportunity to stuff their ones and fives, and tens, and twenties under her straps and into her cleavage affording them the chance to cop a feel or her magnificent breasts. But when she finally took off her bra and let her breasts swing free, the crowd really got out of hand. The bouncers had to intervene to keep some of the guys from climbing on stage. At the end of her set Jamie made one last trip around the audience collecting still more tips, and scooping up all the money around her and stuffing it into her cleavage she carried her treasure backstage.

Jamie couldn't believe her eyes, she couldn't remember when she had ever seen such a pile of cash. Quickly counting through it she guessed there to be somewhere around five or six hundred dollars. By the end of the evening, after dancing two more sets, Jamie finally left the club escorted to her car by two huge bouncers. In her overstuffed gym bag she carried nearly two thousand dollars cash. As Jamie drove home she was grinning from ear to ear. The thought of raking in two thousand bucks a night or better was a dream come true. In no time at all she could have those loan sharks paid off and then she could be free to make tons of money for herself and live a wild and carefree life and have all the women she could want and never have to take any shit from anybody again. It really was going to be a good life after all. That night she sat on her bed and sorted and counted her first nights income. Searching for a place to hide her nineteen-hundred and fifty-one dollars she finally decided to stash it inside a large kotex box under the bathroom sink. In another few days she figured she'd have enough to keep Vinny off her back for a while.

The next morning when Jamie awoke the first thing she noticed was her breasts. They again seemed to feel so much fuller and heavier than they were the day before. Standing in front of the mirror she couldn't believe her eyes, they were quite noticeably bigger. Trying on the bra she had worn the day before, it came no where near fitting. Trying on the next size larger there was still some breast flesh bulging around the edges. Jamie was starting to get a little concerned. Her breast growth didn't seem to be stopping at all, in fact it almost seemed that they were growing faster. Jamie flashed back to the conversation that Jim overheard the girl have on the phone. She remembered her saying something about the procedure working too well and about having to go back to the clinic. She didn't quite know just what to do, surely this breast growth had to stop sometime, after all how big could she possibly get? Obviously bigger breasts couldn't hurt her earning potential. Feeling a little greedy Jamie decided to milk this for all it was worth and went into the club early to discuss matters with Dave.

"Holy cow!" was Dave's reaction at the sight of Jamie's bigger bosom. "How'd you do that?" When Jamie explained her situation with her unusual breast growth, his eyes lit up with dollar signs. "Anybody can have big breasts, and people will pay good money to come see the biggest ones around just once," he explained, but 'growing' breasts? Now that's a completely different cash cow. People will pay a fortune night after night just to see them get bigger and bigger."

The whole thing sounded pretty good to Jamie; the more money she could make the better. Even if this breast growth were to only last a few more days she was willing to make whatever she could out of it. By that evening Dave had distributed thousands of fliers on the strip, and the club was jammed with people wanting to see "the girl with the growing breasts" and watch them get "bigger every night". That night Jamie danced her routines in front of a packed house and she hauled home a whopping three thousand dollars cash. Night after night she danced to more and more people, and each night taking home a huge load of cash. Jamie was starting to get concerned. For one, she had all this cash and she was getting a bit paranoid and worried that someone might be following her home at night: she went home every night by a different route and always made sure nobody was following her. But Jamie was also getting very concerned about her breast growth as it was showing no sign of slowing down.

Saturday morning Jamie awoke feeling tired and sore, and her back ached. She had been dancing now six nights in a row. As she lay in bed she felt the weight of her breasts on her chest. Hugging her now vast bosom, mounds of titflesh bulged around her arms. Just sitting up was getting difficult with their ever increasing weight. As Jamie sat on the edge of her bed her breasts were almost resting in her lap. Getting up and walking around she found that now with such large breasts her movements were much slower, it seemed that she almost had to wait for her breasts to catch up with her every time she turned and she had to concentrate on keeping her balance as her center of gravity would shift with their swaying and bouncing around. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she thought that her naked breasts were probably the most beautiful things she had ever seen but at the same time it almost seemed that they were getting rather freakish looking. Getting dressed was now becoming a difficult matter. Dave had been good about getting her a supply of bras to wear but they now were not the lacy pretty bras she had been wearing before, now all that was available in her size were plain white stiff heavy duty orthopedic bras. But then wearing something sexy was not as much of a concern now as just getting her bosom contained.

Jamie was afraid she wasn't going to be able to handle much more breast growth. She had to somehow get in contact with the doctor that had performed the procedure on her, but she could not find any trace of his name or number anywhere in any of Jamie's things. After much searching it finally dawned on her to check her old bank statements and canceled checks. Shuffling through the stack of old mail she found the canceled check. It had been made out to a Dr Alan Benson, and it had a Houston bank stamp on it. Calling Information, Jamie finally found the number she was looking for. Soon she had him on the phone. The doctor was quite concerned when he hadn't heard from her in so long, and Jamie explained to him that she had had an accident and suffered a memory loss and to please explain to her what was going on with her breasts. The doctor explained that the procedure worked far beyond his expectations and the genetically altered cells he had implanted into her breasts not only failed to degrade in time after their expected growth period, but they transferred the new genetic encoding to the rest of her own breast cells putting them into an unlimited growth phase. The doctor couldn't believe the amount of growth that Jamie had described to him but he assured her that as soon as she could return to the clinic he could begin treatment to halt as well as to reverse the process. He assured her that in no time she would have perfect breasts at whatever size she decided to keep them at. Jamie told him that she would be returning as soon as possible.

Jamie felt a whole lot better now; it was quite reassuring that she wasn't going to be doomed to having breasts she would have to haul around in a wheelbarrow. But now that she knew things were reversible, she was back to thinking again just how much money she could still make from this. "What could it hurt," she thought "to maybe wait just a few more days before returning to the clinic."

That night, instead of performing at the club, Dave had arranged for a special performance at the convention center which could handle a much larger crowd of paying customers, and he had constructed a special stage with a long runway that afforded the dancers more opportunity to collect tips from a larger number of people. Dave had also brought in some more big breasted dancers, attracting them with promises of big bucks.

One of the new dancers was a girl known as "Maya, the Persian Goddess", with whom Jamie had the pleasure of sharing a private dressing room. As she dressed, Jamie watched Maya closely, she was a very beautiful and exotic woman who had beautiful olive skin and long dark hair that cascaded down around her very large and pendulous breasts. Jamie was getting turned on as she watched her. Maya noticed Jamie's attention and they soon were coversing like close friends. Maya was very impressed with Jamie's assets and told her that she had the breasts of a true goddess. Maya asked if Jamie would mind if she touched her breasts, and Jamie more than willingly agreed. Soon the two of them were caressing each other's breasts and as one thing led to another the two of them eventually progressed into a love making session like Jamie had never experienced before. Reluctantly their session finally ended when Maya had to leave for her turn on stage.

As Jamie stood watching from the wings and waiting for her turn, she studied the audience closely. She had never seen such a crowd of men all jammed into one place. With each of the men paying a thirty dollar cover charge she knew that Dave was really making a killing on this event. Finally as Dave announced her and the music started, Jamie stepped out on stage and started to dance, Her motions now were not as quick as they had been earlier in the week, as the weight of her breasts was now a much bigger factor to be dealt with. Jamie's back ached as she shimmied and shook her breasts making them bounce and wobble enticingly. The crowd was going wild. For some reason, though, tonight she just didn't seem to have the energy to really put out her best performance. In fact as she looked around the audience the attitudes and the behavior of all the men seemed almost annoying. They were yelling, drooling, gesturing, and altogether being disgusting and obnoxious. It almost seemed that they were not there to see a performance but more just to gawk at the massive breasted freak on stage.

But there was one man in particular in the midst of the swarming crowd that stood out. He was a nicely dressed, dark little man that sat quietly front and center. On each side of him were two rather large bodyguards. The man watched the show in a gentlemanly manner with a pleasant smile and as Jamie approached him she noticed that he was probably the only man in the place that actually looked her in the eyes.

As Jamie made one of her routine turns the weight of her breasts threw her off balance and as the crowd gasped, she stumbled in her high heels and fell face forward on the stage, her mounds of titflesh bouncing on the floor like giant water filled balloons. Immediately a frenzied swarm of men climbed on stage, seemingly not as much to help out but to take advantage of the opportunity to get their hands on Jamie's massive tits as she lay helpless on the stage before them. Jamie lay momentarily stunned. Before she could even move there was a swarm of men pressing in on her and there seemed to be a hundred hands all over her body all grabbing, poking, pinching and groping. Jamie lay helpless and horrified as if she were going to be torn to bits by raving animals. Suddenly the crowd split and one by one the men were being flung away like rag dolls. In no time at all two very large men were on each side of her holding back the crowd and one lone man extended a helping hand to her. Taking his hand Jamie looked up into the eyes of the dark little gentleman.

"Are you all right?" he asked with a look of genuine concern.

"I think I'm okay," she replied as he helped her to her feet and escorted her backstage.

"My name is Omar," the little man said with a polite bow. "I feel very badly for you that you should suffer such indignity at the hands of so many unkind men. A person of your charm and beauty should be treated with much more respect.

"Why thank you," Jamie said with a smile, a little unsure just what to make of this guy. The man offered to bring in a doctor should she require any medical attention but Jamie assured him that she was fine and she would have no problem continuing with her performances for the rest of the evening.

"I would consider it an honor if you would allow me to be of any further assistance to you in any way," the man insisted. "Perhaps you might afford me the pleasure of escorting you home in my limousine tonight when you leave?"

"Well, I suppose," Jamie replied, thinking that maybe there might be something to gain by accepting this little guy's offer. As he returned to his seat, Jamie and Maya watched him through the curtain. "I wonder who that guy is?" Jamie queried.

"I have heard of him," Maya replied in her Persian accent. "He is a very wealthy businessman. They say he travels all over the world and he has a great fondness for women with very big breasts. He comes to Las Vegas quite often and he loves to go to the clubs. He has been known to spend a great deal of money on women who are fortunate enough to catch his eye. I think maybe he has taken a liking to you."

"But what does he expect in return," Jamie asked, thinking there had to be some catch to his generosity. There was no way she was going to do something like sleep with the little runt or anything, not for a million bucks. "Well, maybe for a million bucks," was Jamie's second thought.

"From what I hear he has always been a perfect gentleman, asking only for the pleasure of a woman's company in return," Maya answered. "I wish that I could only be so fortunate as to be that woman."

Jamie was thinking that this might be a fantastic opportunity to make some money off this Omar guy. As she headed back on stage to finish her set and to collect her tips she decided to really play up to Omar, doing most of her last dance directly in front of him letting her mammoth breasts dangle and sway hypnotizingly before him.

By the end of the evening Jamie had raked in quite a haul in tips, stuffing all of her cash into her gym bag. As she left the building escorted by the two bodyguards, she was amazed to find such a huge silver limousine waiting at the curbside with Omar holding the door open for her. Climbing into the plush interior, Jamie had to hug her breasts close to keep from losing her balance.

"Where shall I instruct the driver to take you." he asked politely and as Jamie gave him her address he rattled off directions into the telephone in a foreign language and hung up. "If you don't mind I have asked the driver to take, shall we say, a more 'scenic' route to your place, affording us a little more time to chat."

Jamie smiled in approval, she had never been inside such a spacious and elegant limousine, or for that matter she couldn't remember ever being in any limousine at all. She was quite impressed, especially with the fully stocked bar.

"May I offer you something to drink," Omar asked.

"I'll have a beer," was Jamie's habitual response. Leaning back and propping her arms on her pillowy bosom she bluntly asked, "Just what do you do for a living that you can afford such a rich lifestyle?"

"I am commodities broker of sorts, but I deal exclusively in catering to the more discerning and particular tastes of the human appetite. In other words I deal, for one, in exotic foods. I travel the world over searching for rare delicacies that the richest people in the world are willing to pay the most exorbitant prices for. You would be surprised at what some people would pay for a meal prepared from certain endangered species." Opening up a small refrigerator Omar pulled out a small tray for food. "May I offer you a sample."

"What is it?" Jamie asked, eyeing the strange looking items on the tray.

"Marinated spotted-owl eggs, pickled eagle's tongues and smoked dolphin," Omar replied with an enthusiastic smile.

"That's okay," Jamie said, politely refusing. "I'm, uh ... not really very hungry right now." She thought it a pretty strange line of work to be in but she figured what the heck, as long as he had lots of money, what did it matter how he made it?

"But enough about me," he said as he put the tray away. "Tell me about yourself, what is your story, and how did you come to be the 'girl with the growing breasts'."

"Well..." Jamie began, thinking that maybe if she made her story good she might be able to play on this guy's sympathies for all it was worth. Remembering the details of what she read in Jamie's diary she recounted the story of how she had lost her husband to a terrible disease and had no family or friends to turn to and how she was so much in debt to this Vinny guy and how she had to go into dancing to pay him back. And she told how she volunteered for an experimental breast enlargement procedure only to have things go haywire making her breasts grow out of control and how she'd been trying to make as much money as she could to pay off her debts before returning to the doctor who did the procedure to have him try to reverse the growth process and return her to a more normal size.

"I see," he said with a caring expression. "And you do not like having such big breasts?"

Something about this man was quite comforting. His gentle and understanding nature made Jamie feel very much at ease. Jamie thought for a moment about the whole experience of the last several days. "To tell you the truth, some things about them are quite exciting," she said, hugging her bosom close, making mounds of titflesh bulge high on her chest. "It seems that the bigger they get the more sensitive they become. At times I look forward to how much bigger they will be the next morning. But the reality of the matter is that I simply can't live with such a big burden, and I must almost reluctantly have them reduced to a more manageable and more normal size so that my life can be more normal."

"I understand," he said with a most caring and concerned tone. "It seems as if you have had a very troublesome and lonely life."

Omar and Jamie continued to chat idly until they finally arrived at Jamie's apartment. As he walked her to her door he asked if she would honor him again by having dinner with him the next night, and Jamie heartily accepted. As they approached her apartment Jamie was surprised to find that her front door stood ajar. Stepping inside and turning on the light, Jamie was shocked to find the whole place in a shambles. Someone had broken into her apartment and apparently torn the place up searching for something.

"Oh my God," Jamie exclaimed as she dashed into the bathroom. There as she feared was the kotex box lying empty on the floor. "Oh, God no!" she moaned. "I had more than twenty thousand dollars stashed away in there."

"What has happened?" Omar asked, wanting to assist somehow. "Who would do such a terrible thing?"

"Somebody stole all my money," Jamie said, almost on the verge of tears. "I was going to pay Vinny with that money, and keep him off my back for a while. What am I going to do? He said he was going to show up today to collect his next payment or else." Jamie sat on the sofa with her head in her hands as Omar tried to console her. "Vinny is really going to be pissed."

"I am?" came a voice from the open doorway to her apartment. Vinny stepped in and looked around followed by two of his thugs. "Looks like you been doing some redecorating," he said with a smirk. "So, tell me, what is this that I'm gonna be pissed about."

"You did this, didn't you, you bastard!" Jamie said to Vinny, accusingly. "You just couldn't wait for your money and you broke in here and tore the place up and stole it, didn't you."

"Hey, bitch, that's not my style, this is not the kind of thing I do. When I don't get paid it's not the furniture that gets messed up, if you know what I mean. So, am I to assume that what all this means is that you don't have my money?

"Excuse me," Omar interjected, "I know this is none of my business, but..."

"That's right, camel boy, this is between us and the Miss Fat Tits here. So why don't you take a hike. You really don't want to get involved.

Omar made a quick call on his cell phone, apparently to his limo, jabbering a few quick instructions in his foreign tongue. In moments there appeared at the door the two large bodyguards carrying an attache case which they handed to Omar. "On behalf of Miss Swift I am getting involved and I am prepared to settle her debt to you." Omar sternly stated, staring Vinny directly in the eye. Just how much does she owe you."

Vinny didn't expect this. He was more than pleased to be getting his money but at the same time he seemed almost disappointed that he wasn't going to have his way with Jamie. "With accumulated interest it comes to a total of ninety-two thousand dollars."

Without so much as a blink of an eye, Omar reached into his attache case, pulled out several bundles of cash and handed it to Vinny. "Consider Miss Swift's debt paid in full and your business with her concluded. You will have no further contact with her. Am I understood?" Omar stated with a cold hard look.

With a tight lipped smile, Vinny eyed the two imposing bodyguards and nodded his head. "Understood, and it's been a real pleasure doing business," he said as he and his two thugs squeezed past Omar's men and left.

Jamie stood there dumbfounded. She didn't know quite just what to think. She was overjoyed that now suddenly she'd never have to worry about Vinny anymore but she wondered what was going on in Omar's mind and what he expected in return. "I don't know what to say," she finally uttered. "How can I ever expect to repay you," she added with some trepidation, dreading the terms that he might impose.

"Please, it is nothing, such a small amount of money is but pocket change to me," he said with a gesturing wave of his hand. "The mere satisfaction of helping a sweet and beautiful creature as yourself to be free from a debt to such a pest is repayment enough in itself. But it would please me if you would permit me to assist you a bit more and provide you shelter tonight at my penthouse while I have my people clean up your apartment. And tomorrow, if you like, my personal jet will be at your service to fly you to your appointment with your doctor in Houston."

Jamie couldn't believe her good fortune, everything was turning out perfect. She heartily accepted his generosity and soon they were on their way to his Vegas penthouse which encompassed the entire top floor of one of the casinos. That night Jamie dined on the finest foods and slept in a suite fit for a queen. All the while Omar was a perfect gentleman, never in any way making any kind of advances on her or expecting any kind of favors in return for his generosity.

Jamie slept the night undisturbed and it was near noon the next day when she awoke. As she lay there in bed caressing her massive mammaries, she couldn't believe how her life had taken such a turn of good fortune. Sitting up she also couldn't believe how big her breasts had become, it was a good thing that she was returning to the doctor that day, as her breasts were getting to the point of becoming quite unmanageable. Standing up, she arched her back and hugged her armload of breast flesh to balance herself. Looking at herself in the mirrored walls of her room, the sight was quite awesome. Her breasts jutted outward and downward like two pontoons and hung down to below her waist. It was a shame, Jamie thought, that they would have to go, it was an awesome sight indeed to gaze upon two such huge and beautifully shaped breasts. Jamie wished she could be able to enjoy them forever and see them get even bigger day by day, but just not on herself. It would be hell for a person to have to lug around that kind of burden day after day. By the door to her room Jamie was surprised to find instead of the clothes she wore the night before, a beautiful dress and a brand new custom made bra. Putting the outfit on, Jamie was amazed to find that the bra and the dress fit, and so perfectly supported her tremendous bosom. She wondered just how Omar managed to obtain such custom made items overnight. "I guess when you are that rich, anything is possible."

Omar was nowhere to be seen that morning but his assistants were there to tend to her every need, provide her with a luxurious breakfast and to drive her to the airport, where she was escorted from the limousine to Omar's private jet. Soon the jet was streaking skyward and the stewardess was serving champagne.

As Jamie sat gazing out the window at the billowy white clouds and sipping her champagne, she was making plans for her future. She decided to have the doctor reduce the size of her bosom to what she figured was a size that she could easily handle carrying around, yet still be impressive enough to bring in big bucks working at the club — that is, if she were to decide to continue doing so. After all she had no more debt to pay anymore, she was a free spirit, she could go anywhere she wanted and do anything she pleased. As she slid her hands over the quivering surface of her enormous bosom she imagined that probably somewhere around a 48 inch bustline would be ideal, and a darn sight smaller than the seventy plus inches she was hauling around now. She thought also about Maya the persian dancer and how much she enjoyed her intimate encounter with her, and she looked forward to the possibilities of working with and meeting other dancers and the hopes of even more intimate encounters.

The champagne bubbles tickled her nose and she started to feel a bit dizzy and sleepy. Staring out the window at the clouds she began to dream...

The Arizona desert stretched out for miles around her, and she felt the warmth of the sun on her shoulders. Looking down at herself she found that she had been transformed back into her original self, she was Jim again. Looking around he realized that he was back at the scene of that fateful day at the gas station, the body of the girl was on the ground before him and two paramedics were trying unsuccessfully to revive her. Beside him stood the old Indian man.

"What is happening?" Jim asked.

"It was her time," the Indian answered slowly. "She goes on to her reward, to a better place."

Jim stood confused, trying to piece things together. "Then this has all been just a dream, a bad nightmare," was his realization. "Then I guess it just wasn't my time yet, was it." Jim laughed.

"Who is to say what is a dream and what is real," the Indian said. "Wake up, white man. Are you still unable to see that it was your time as well?"

"Wake up, Jamie," said Maya. "We are home."

Jamie groggily opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but the weight of her breasts held her down. "Where is the Indian, and the girl, and... " she muttered in her drug-induced confusion. "Where am I?"

"It has been a long flight and you have slept a long time," Maya said as she helped Jamie out of her seat and to the exit door.

The hot dry desert wind blew sand in her face and Jamie squinted in the bright harsh sunlight as she exited the plane and was escorted to a waiting car. Soon they were driving through the gates of a desert palace that easily covered several acres. Jamie still didn't know where the hell she was or what she was doing there, all she knew was that this place was nowhere near Houston, Texas.

Maya led Jamie into the palace through an entryway with high vaulted ceilings, up immense stairways and down long marble hallways to her room. Jamie looked around to find that the room was bigger than a house and opened to a beautiful enclosed garden and a huge shaded swimming pool that overlooked a vast and endless desert.

"I don't understand, Maya," Jamie persisted, her head finally clearing enough to try to get a handle on things. "What is going on, where am I, and why are you here?"

"This is your new home," Maya explained. "Omar in his great kindness has seen fit that you should enjoy a life of luxury as the prize possession of a kind and generous master."

Jamie stood dumbstruck. "What the hell is going on here, what are you talking about," she said, trying to get a grasp on things. "And where is Omar?"

"Omar is the man that I work for," Maya replied. "He is a businessman who has purchased you from those who had owned you and he has sold you for more than two million dollars to the Master of this palace. You are to take your place in his harem as his number one wife, and you will be taught the ways of our customs and you will learn the one thousand and one ways to pleasure a man."

Jamie couldn't believe what she was hearing. "No way! This can't be happening. I don't want this! Why me?"

The Master is a man who has always had a great interest in the fantasy of breast expansion," Maya explained. "And now with you, his fantasy shall be fulfilled. He has made every provision for your comfort as your breasts continue to grow. You will have handmaidens to tend to your every need, to feed, to nurture, and to pamper you so that your breasts may continually grow ever large and lovely."

Jamie's mind swam. "But I don't want this, I want to leave, I want to go home, I want to go back to my old life!"

"But this is now your home," Maya explained. "There is no going back, you can never leave and you can never escape. The palace is surrounded by hundreds of miles of desert. This is now your life, and your only purpose in life is to provide sexual pleasure for the Master and his special guests that he may decide to share you with.

Jamie felt sick. She wasn't going to go along with this. No way. She wasn't going to fuck any old fat bald guy or any of his friends for anything. "What if I refuse?" she said. "What if I don't cooperate, and what if I just don't do the things they want me to do, and I refuse to be the Masters fantasy fuck? Then they'll have to let me go."

"Oh, no, that would be most unwise," Maya cautioned. "You must comply, you must accept our ways, or else..."

"Or else what?" Jamie insisted.

"With great embarrassment, Omar will be forced to buy you back and and then you will again be sold, but not for sexual purposes." Maya bit her lip as she explained. "There are people in the world whose appetite for human flesh is not satisfied in the bedroom ... but in the dining room, if you know what I mean. And Omar is the one to whom they turn to supply their need."

The things that Maya was saying were so bizarre, so outlandish, that Jamie could scarcely believe they were true. But here she was trapped in the middle of nowhere, with no means of escape. She couldn't believe that she could be so stupid as to allow herself to end up in such a place. Maya had tricked her, gained her confidence, and convinced her to trust Omar. And now here she was. As she contemplated the gravity of her situation she realized that she had absolutely no other options. She had no choice but to comply or end up as ... "meat", she muttered to herself. She thought of the countless times that she as Jim had referred to women as just that, as merely "meat" to satisfy a man's appetites. How could he have ever been so cold and heartless toward women. For as much as she loathed being any man's sexual slave she loathed far more the thought that she should end her life on some man's dinner plate. She had no choice but to go along and accept what she should be required to do and hope that maybe someday she might find the chance to escape this hell that was now her life.

As Jamie stood staring out at the desert, trying to get a grip on her situation, Maya was pouring her something to drink. "Here is something that will help you relax," Maya said, handing her the goblet full of a sweet smelling amber liquid. "It is a wine made from a special blend of lotus and berries and herbs. It has been used by my people for centuries to help them to cope with life."

As Jamie sipped the pleasant beverage she began to feel a bit more relaxed. After a while the thought of resigning herself to this life of compliance and servitude wasn't seeming quite so awful.

Several months had passed since Jamie first arrived at the palace. As she reclined on the soft bedding that covered the floor of her room, sipping lotus wine, and having her handmaidens tend to her every whim, she thought about how easy her life actually had become. All thoughts of her former life as Jim were now nothing more than a foggy memory. The sexual favors that had become her habit to perform on a daily and nightly basis had become quite routine and she did them mechanically and mindlessly. Her breasts now stretched out for more than ten feet before her like two fat pink baby whales tended by a bevy of handmaidens that cared for them, massaging them with oils and turning them to keep their circulation healthy. She especially enjoyed it when her attendants would massage her nipples giving her intense sexual pleasure. Jamie was pretty much immobilized now by her breasts. The only way that she could ever actually get up and walk around was when a dozen of her attendants would lift and carry her bosom using a large sling allowing her to walk to the pool where she could float weightlessly for hours. Omar and Maya would occasionally come for a visit to see how she was progressing. Maya told Jamie that Omar and the Master had been discussing her future and they were contemplating letting her get pregnant, expecting that her breasts would then expand at an even faster rate. When she began lactation, Omar was very interested in the prospects of her milk production and the kind of profits that were to be made from supplying those with such a need with a plentiful source. Somehow the aspect of being turned into a dairy cow really didn't bother Jamie at all. In fact she was looking forward to the experience of being swollen with child and the sensations of her breasts subsequently filling with milk and being milked daily by her attendants.

Jamie had become quite proud of her enormous breasts, she truly felt like a goddess, worshiped by some of the richest and most powerful men in the world. She wondered though just how big she could possibly get. In less than a year's time her breasts had grown enough to fill a small room. How big would she grow in the next ten or twenty years? Jamie smiled at the thought as she sipped yet another glass of lotus wine. "The Master may have to get a bigger palace."

the end?

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