Too big?
Lel
Ok, can anyone imagine Ms Muse being k1dnapped and when she awakes days later, the evil doctor has inserted huge expanders, leaving her struggling to get her huge boobs into a position where she can stand? Even though he used a special light weight filled, our Ms Muse is now stuck with boobs weighting 120 pounds each, but that isn't her only problem. He told her that she is free to leave, however, she is unable to get to a sitting position so that she might be able to stand and escape out the door; her boobs are just so huge that every attempt to sit results in her huge boobs pushing her upper body back into lying on her back. After struggling to get her boobs back into a position where, with her left boob hanging off the padded bench and her right boob resting on the bench, she looks around and wonders if staying wouldn't be so bad. Not like that her yellow tank top is ever going to protect her modesty if she got out the door anyway.
What an exciting little scenerio about the evil Dr. Bustamundo **71** me. I was just taking a break from my dancing job when this darkly handsome but kind of creepy gentleman slipped into the bar stool next to me. Of course, customers in the bar are always talking about my slender and ultra busty figure so it was not a surprise when Dr. Bustmundo got around to asking me about my boobies. "Do you want your breasts to be bigger?," he asked and off I went spinning my dreams out about being the biggest boobie star in the world. A fantasy of mine but it seems to excite the clientele so I had no idea what happened next. I mean, all the guys buy me drinks, right?
Next thing I knew I was waking up in this dark place lit by candles. I was so groggy and my eyes were heavy, but that wasn't the only thing that was heavy! I tried to lift my arms but were totally covered and weighed down by my breasts which splayed out mightily on each side of my chest! I couldn't lift my body up to try to see how big I was. I just saw the giant curve of them and looking down I couldn't see my nipples beyond my "breast horizon". I yelled out, but no one answers. Hmmm.
I wanted to stand up and squirmed and squirmed and wiggled. I finally tried scooting my bottom closer and closer to my right breast trying to wedge my bottom under it. Then I used both hands to grab my huge fleshy soft breast, tugging and tugging to try to get it on top of my hip, the pulling more until I was able to spill my right breast over on top of my left breast. Gawd. Just that right breast felt like it weighed more than a hundred pounds.
I was sweating like today was my spa day. Whew! It did make my boobies slippery which I thought was a good thing because then I pushed and scooted my butt closer to the edge of whatever I was laying on hoping to shove my breasts over the edge so I could stand. Big mistake. The weight of my breasts was so much that they fell of my "bed" and pulled me over onto the floor. Now I was one top of my boobies laying on the floor. I crawled back and got my knees between my breasts and was trying to pull my breasts back more when I heard a voice.
"Muse. What are you trying to do?" Dr. Bustamundo said, a syringe dripping something in his hand. "We're not quite finished with you yet." There was no way I could escape as he moved closer to me saying, "You are really going to like this." I felt the sting of the needle, at least for a few seconds.
(Thanks for the inspiration Bombayduk. I created several images of me in Dr. Bustamundo's lab. The first attached here is one of me just before I tumbled off the slab onto the floor. I will post a profile of me standing in the next post.)
Lel
(Muse)