False Hope (Short Story)

Alissa muttered to herself under her breath, and fidgeted in her well worn seat. The bus seemed to pull in at every stop, and all she wanted to do was get home. It was warm, humid and getting quite busy on board.

As the bus began to carry on its journey, an elderly woman who had just boarded, squeezed onto the seat next to her. She was silver haired and red cheeked, and took a moment to adjust her plastic shopping bags, rustling them furiously. Then she settled, looked over at her fellow passenger and smiled. Alissa gave a polite smile back.

“Ooh, what’s in the bag?” enquired the elderly lady, peering over.

Alissa immediately snapped the top of her large grocery bag shut. Collecting the item had been embarrassing enough, the last thing she wanted was anyone else knowing about it. The outer box was admittedly tattered and a little faded, but you could still make out its contents. Alissa was glad she’d brought a bag, as the seller had offered nothing to wrap it in and hide its purpose.

“It’s… oh… it’s a gift… for a friend… a friend’s birthday”, she fumbled, her pretty, freckled cheeks turning a conspicuous shade of crimson.

Her silver-haired neighbour seemed suspicious, but then to her relief, began to ramble on about the good old days, and how things weren’t what they used to be. Alissa stared out of the condensation-riddled window and watched the world go by, counting down the stops until she was home.

Alissa burst into her ground floor apartment with energy and excitement, finally released from her public transport prison. She kicked the apartment door closed, and flung her new - or nearly new - purchase onto the dining table. Pulling it from the large grocery bag, she began to read the scuffed and faded embellishments on the box: It promised ‘4 to 5 Cup-Sizes - Guaranteed!’ and a ‘Pleasing, Painless Enlargement Experience - Or Your Money Back!’

The device was called the ‘CupUP 2200 Lite’, and the name was proudly emblazoned across the battered carton. After doing many months of research, this contraption had seemed like a good bet - or at least as good a machine as any. Reviews and results seemed mixed, but generally positive, and as she’d found someone selling a used model fairly locally, it had felt as if the stars had somewhat aligned.

Buying a ‘Breast Enhancer’ new would have been the ideal solution, of course, but even basic domestic models could be frustratingly expensive, with even less proven results. At $300, the CupUP 2200 Lite was by no means cheap, even used, but it was significantly less than buying it new, and was one of the few entry-level domestic enhancers that actually had reasonably positive feedback. In other words, there was a reasonable chance it would do something, at the very least.

As Alissa began unboxing her machine, she did have a sense of caution in the back of her mind; reading reviews, she had come across a few - maybe two or three - warning about the potential perils of buying these types of gadgets on the used market. People would, admittedly rarely, ‘mod’ or ‘chip’ these machines to get better results from them. Why anyone would want more than the advertised 4 or 5 Cup-sizes the CupUp 2200 offered was beyond Alissa’s comprehension; she just wanted to be a little bigger, a cup size or two would be fine, and besides, cases of tampering seemed rare.

With the curtains now closed, Alissa removed her top and slung it onto the floor, before taking a good look at herself in the full-length mirror. She was slim and slender, but with good hips, and a booty to match. Moving up, however, her chest and shoulders were petite and slight, but even so, Alissa felt she’d never really filled out up top as much as she would have liked. Her 30 C-cup bust was certainly more than some girls get, but she reckoned another cup size or two would suit her better. At the moment, she couldn’t even do the ‘pencil test’ without hunching over, and as she’d not gone up another size in 5 years, Alissa was pretty sure she’d stopped developing.

Pushing the coffee table to one side - the instructions said to lie down, just in case of feelings of dizziness, nausea or other mild side effects, so Alissa made space on the living-room floor to start her process. There was no point wasting time, she’d been waiting to do this for months, years even, and since she had the day off, she wasn’t going to waste it.

Now she needed to attach the ‘Stimulation Cups’ to her breasts. This meant she needed to take her bra off. Alissa wasn’t thrilled about lying on her living-room floor with her tits out, it seemed kind of weird, but then, she reasoned, it wasn’t like anyone was going to walk in - only her and her friend Hope had a key, and even that was only as a failsafe for making it home on nights-out with the girls. She would be fine here. The bedroom was a mess anyway.

With the machine plugged into the wall outlet, and the Stimulation Cups attached to Alissa’s modest bosom, everything seemed ready to go. With nervous excitement, she clicked the ‘Start’ button on the machine, and then lay back, keeping the remote control by her side. The contraption crackled and grumbled for a few seconds, but then steadily it began to hum. As it began to hum, it also began to pulse. Alissa remained tense as she lay on the floor, waiting for something, a sensation. All the reviews that she’d read had given very mixed reports on what to expect - for some, the experience could be uncomfortable, almost painful, but for others, it could be soothing or even pleasurable. Alissa hoped for the latter.

The instruction manual stated that it may take many treatments to gain the desired results, even for a single cup size increase, so Alissa consoled herself to the fact that this would most likely be a test run, a trial. After all, it might even be too painful for her, or knowing her luck, the stupid machine would be broken - some of the wiring had seemed a little untidy when she’d glanced over the CupUP during its unboxing.

Slowly, after a minute or so, there was sensation. At first it made Alissa wriggle uncomfortably. It was a vague, prickling tingle, almost like a mild nettle sting. Her nipples hardened - then went harder still. The contraption continued to gently pulse and hum, hum and pulse, and as it did the prickling sensation began to die down, and a subtle wave of warm pleasure rushed through Alissa’s body, making her squirm giddily, her eyes rolling back for a brief moment. Then, the feeling transitioned again, and became calm and soothing - a warm pulse, almost like a kind caress throughout her, a whispering massage both on the inside and outside of her that kept in time with the pulsing of the CupUP. It felt good, it felt relaxing. ‘Heck,’ Alissa thought, ‘I could do with using this to help me sleep when I know I’m going to have a bad shift at work!’

For a short while, Alissa lay back, and while she let the sensations drift through her body, she browsed on her ‘phone for new lingerie. ‘Pretty Bras 30D’ she typed into the search engine, and then scrolled through her options, speculatively adding her favourites to virtual baskets and shopping carts alike. It was pay-day next week, and she’d be able to treat herself to some nice new lingerie, assuming this enhancer actually, well, enhanced.

After a few minutes of browsing, however, Alissa found herself so relaxed, so soothed, that she could hardly concentrate on what she was looking at. Her eyelids felt heavy, she gave a slow yawn, and then placed her ‘phone down. After a busy, anxiety-filled morning, Alissa reasoned that she was probably due a quick nap. Perhaps she should try and stay awake until the machine finished its first session - the instructions stated that it would shut off automatically after each 30 minute treatment. But the gentle, relaxing pulse interlaced with warm, tingling waves made staying awake an increasingly difficult path to follow. She’d just close her eyes for a minute, she thought. Just a minute.

It didn’t take long before Alissa’s closed eyes were met with gentle, soft snoring, drowned out only by the pulsing hum of the CupUP 2200 Lite. It continued to pulse and hum, and hum and pulse. Occasionally it crackled and grumbled for a few seconds, but then it continued to pulse, and to hum…

A ‘ping’ and then a vibration caused Alissa to suddenly rouse from her gentle nap, as her ‘phone alerted her to a new message. It had been an alarming and strange sensation, almost as though her phone was under her left breast. Weird. Bleary eyed and slowly waking up, she tried to reach for her smartphone, but her left arm felt almost stuck, weighed down under something. Maybe it had gone to sleep? She also felt the weight on her other arm, and her chest and stomach, too. Alissa shook her head furiously, blinking to try and clear her sleepy eyes - and when she did, her vision was filled with flesh!

Wriggling furiously with as much strength as her petite figure could muster, Alissa gradually managed to free her arms from under the huge mounds. Her hands tingled with pins and needles.

“Oh God, oh God… What the hecking heck?! This has to be a dream!”

It wasn’t a dream though, and it wasn’t over, either. The CupUP 2200 Lite continued to hum and pulse, and occasionally crackle and grumble. Something had definitely malfunctioned, and with breasts weighing almost 250 pounds each, it needed to be stopped soon!

That was easier said than done though, and despite her best attempts, Alissa found herself trapped beneath her steadily over-developing bosoms. As the wall of flesh in front of her continued to gradually grow, Alissa tried with all her might to rock from side to side, or to bring her legs up and then try and use the momentum to help her sit up, but it was no use. The vigorous movement simply made her huge pair of breasts slosh and wobble uncontrollably. They were too big, too heavy and too soft and supple to grapple with. She couldn’t even reach the Stimulation Cups - any attempt to pull her huge boobs back towards her ended in near-suffocation!

Desperately Alissa fumbled for the controller, that too had also been partly buried under the burgeoning balloons of flesh. Upon retrieval, she stabbed eagerly at the buttons, but nothing seemed to be happening. The machine continued the hum and pulse - it seemed hopeless.

Hope, however, might just be the answer, thought Alissa. She needed help, and fast, and her friend Hope was one of the few people with an apartment key and perhaps a kooky enough personality that she wouldn’t be totally freaked out by the scene she would face. There would be questions though, and she’d kill Hope if she put this on TikstaGram, but Alissa knew she was getting distracted and would have to face these problems for later. For now, she needed someone to turn the machine off. In just the few panic-filled minutes since she had awoken, Alissa was sure her breasts were noticeably larger and heavier. Her deep cleavage grew, and loomed towards her chin threateningly. Her nipples tingled and throbbed as her areolas stretched feint and wide. In one last desperate attempt, Alissa kicked and flailed her legs around in an attempt to kick the machine and perhaps break it or force it from the power socket, but alas it wasn’t in reach.

Finally, Alissa fought to push her arm back beneath her huge left breast and retrieve her ‘phone. The supple, quivering flesh that had spread across the floor was heavy, warm and clammy. It took some considerable effort, almost completely trapping her arm, but eventually Alissa managed to reunite with her handset. The clock reliably informed her that she’d been lying there almost an hour, and as her boobs hadn’t started swelling at this rate to begin with, she became alarmed at the amount her bust had grown in a potentially short amount of time.

The phone seemed to ring for ages. Alissa prayed that Hope wasn’t at work, or swimming. “Come on, come on… please!”

Eventually Hope answered the call in her usual bubbly manner, before being met with a barrage of garbled information that ended in the phrase ‘... and bring your key!’

In reality it was only fifteen minutes or so, but for Alissa it felt like an eternity until she heard the sound of keys jingling in the front door of her apartment. In her time laying there, she’d spent it trying to think of exactly how she was going to explain the situation - firstly to Hope, but also to anyone else for that matter. What would her parents say? She imagined her Father giving her away at the church on her wedding day, introducing her to the guests, “Oh yes, and this is my daughter Alissa, the girl with bean-bag-chair sized tits, you may have seen her…”. Wedding day?! Who the heck would marry all this? And how?

Instead she’d decided to assess her newly augmented assets to stop herself overthinking her future - as the minutes ticked by, it was obvious that they were growing at a steady rate. They felt soft but full, and they tingled and prickled gently and pleasingly as they stretched. Her nipples, now well out of sight or reach, were firm but almost lost upon the oversized flesh-filled blimps they now found themselves upon. However, by the time it sounded like help was just on the other side of the door, Alissa was beginning to panic again, as the swell of breast continued to grow and threaten to swamp her. She used her hands and arms to try and push the heaving mass back from her face and give herself some breathing space, but it did nothing to alleviate the increasing weight upon her delicate frame - in reality she’d gained 40 to 50 pounds in each boob in just those fifteen short minutes - and whilst most of the enormous breasts spread themselves across the floor, there was still a considerable amount pressing down on top of her. The deepening cleavage marked the line of battle as the two engorged whoppers vied for precious space to expand.

As the door to the apartment opened, Hope’s figure froze in the doorway for a moment, stunned by the eccentric scene before her. Then, quickly snapping out of it, she rushed to her friend’s side and crouched down. Alissa didn’t even try to explain the situation in any depth, she just wanted to turn the damn machine off - she’d worry about practical problems, such as moving, later.

Hope, however, didn’t seem so keen to suddenly pull the plug. She seemed awestruck, almost mesmerised by the gigantic mounds of breast before her. With cautious fascination, Hope studied the growing bosoms with wide eyes. She had seen documentaries or articles before about women with enormous breasts, and she had to admit, they did interest her, but she never thought she’d actually see something like it in real life - and they were getting larger still! What an incredible thing to experience. What an opportunity!

As Hope rose to her feet, Alissa’s anxiety dropped slightly as her friend began to slowly pace around the perimeter of her bustline.

“Don’t you dare TikstaGram this or anything!” Alissa barked.

“I won’t, I won’t! I promise… I’m just taking them in, that’s all.’

“Never mind taking them in Hope… please… turn the machine… off!”

“I will, I’m on it, it’s just - wow! You’re huge Alissa!”

“Thanks Hope… I had… kinda noticed… just…”

“Like, just look at your nipples! Your areolas are the size of dinner plates! Bigger, even!”

Gently, Hope pushed her fingers into the forgiving yet springy, warm flesh of her friend's monstrous mass of boob. It felt fantastic. Then, unable to resist and without warning, Hope slowly slid her hands across the smooth, stretched skin and onto Alissa’s huge distended areolas, before engirdling her petite, juicy nipple between her index and middle finger and teasing it firmly.

“Oh… Oh F-fuck… Shit… Oh fuck… Hope!!” cried Alissa.

“Oh my God, did you just Big ‘O’ girly?” Hope giggled.

“No… yes… look, Hope, just unplug the machine!”

“Did it feel good?” Hope quizzed.

“Yes… it’s fantastic… but please…”

Hope ignored the request, and teased Alissa’s nipple again. Once more Alissa’s slender figure wriggled and shuddered, causing each 300 pound breast to ripple and quiver in response. Her cheeks were flush, and her brow glistened.

“Hope… this isn’t… the… Oh fuck! Fuck!... Oh God…”

Seeing her friend squirming in ecstasy, swamped beneath these two ballooning mountains of breast were more than Hope could resist. She was so worked up, she knew she wanted more. Alissa’s protests would have to wait just a little longer. Hope knelt down beside her friend’s monstrous bosom, facing the hard, swollen nipple. Gently, she rested her arms onto the vast swell of flesh either side of the pale, stretched areola. Leaning forward, she took her tongue, and with utmost delicacy, began to encircle and then lap meticulously at the firm teat.

“What are… you doing… F-fuck… Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” gasped Alissa, thrown into violent and unexpected orgasm once more. The keen and oblivious Hope did her best to hold onto her position, as the heaving swells of squishy breast sloshed and wobbled uncontrollably in response to the movements of their over-stimulated bearer. Despite her friend’s intermittent protests, however, Hope continued to indulge herself upon the steadily expanding assets of her friend, and Alissa could do little about it. 

Orgasm after orgasm intensely flowed through Alissa’s over-loaded frame, as minute after minute passed and her breasts continued to grow larger and larger still. Her slim, willowy arms ached from continually trying to push back the wall of flesh that threatened to swamp her entirely. She gasped for breath beneath a combined 900 pounds of full, straining bosom. Between shuddering orgasms, Alissa would cry out in vain for her friend to switch off the machine, but it was no use, Hope was hopeless. In fact, Hope could barely hear her bosom buddy’s continuing requests as they were muffled so much by the sheer amount of breast in the way.

“Hope… please… I’m… getting… too… big…” Alissa wheezed, before being thrown into another fierce orgasm.

The modified and now very overloaded CupUP 2200 Lite was also starting to show the strain; it continued to hum and pulse, albeit in a slightly more laboured tone, and occasionally it crackled and grumbled. But with each crackle or grumble, it would often cause a surge of perhaps a few cup sizes all at once, this in turn caused each breast to wiggle and wobble slightly in adjustment. Each surge was accompanied by a new sensation - a deep, fiery glow that briefly pulsed deep within the breasts. Alissa didn’t know it, but the malfunctioning machine, pushed well beyond its original design parameters, was over-stimulating her breast tissue. As the minutes passed, the surges became more and more regular.

“Please… Hope… turn it… off… something’s wrong!” Alissa begged fruitlessly between orgasm. She bit her lip and strained against the encroaching wall of bosom, as cup-size after cup-size of fresh flesh was stuffed into her rapidly over-developing bust.

Then she felt it. At first it was just briefly when her incredulous tits jiggled or wobbled, but soon the sensation was permanent. On the extremity of each breast, there was a refreshing, cooling feeling on her skin. Then, and only then, did she realise what was wrong; it was the walls of her apartment!