consider: an obsessive cougar stealing cup sizes from anyone you so much as look at to try and lure you in.
"You might have forgotten, cutie, but I could never. You were so sweet back then, so polite, calling my Ms. Jameson even when I insisted that you call me Barbara. I still remember the blush on your cheeks when you said you didn't understand how anyone would divorce me, how I was perfect, how if you were just a little older...
"Well, guess what, handsome? Now you are a little older and there's nothing stopping you from being with your perfect woman! I made sure of that. I've been watching you for a long time, really ever since that day. Even back then, I knew you liked women with big boobs. If you thought you were slick in hiding all the glances you stole towards my bust, think again. Maybe you told yourself that it was coincidence or that you were imagining it, but I stopped wearing a bra any time I knew you were coming over and I replaced my entire wardrobe with low-cut shirts. I had you right where I want you, nervous and blushing.
"But I knew you wouldn't have eyes just for me and my E-cups. As much as it pained me, I knew I wasn't the only busty girl in your world.
"There's a small part of me that still feels bad. Those girls had done nothing wrong except be busty and in the same place as you. Did they deserve to have their boobs stolen? No, probably not, and especially not... oh, god, what was her name? The mousy girl in your chemistry class? The one who wore sweatshirts all the time, even when it was blazing hot? I think she genuinely liked you and she made such an effort to hide her huge, wobbling gifts. I wasn't sure if you knew how big she actually was, but I couldn't take that risk. My boobs more than doubled in size that night.
"And then there was that girl at the frozen yogurt place you worked. Those tight polos made her D-cups look even bigger, so I took those away. That cheerleader that you got paired up with to tutor probably deserved it the most, shallow bitch. The way she teased you made my blood boil, though I was vindicated when I finally stole her bust and realized that pretty much every bra she owned must have been a push-up. They looked way bigger than what was added to my bust.
"But all of that is in the past now! What's done is done! And look what it's done to me! I can tell you love them. You still blush that same, adorable shade of pink when you see my boobs, even though they've gotten so big and so fucking heavy. Every time they grew, I imagined how much bigger they'd feel if I compared them against your big, strong hands. Or against... something else of yours. Something else big. I've wanted it for so long, baby. I made myself gigantically busty for you. I know you want them, to touch them and taste them and fuck them. All you have to do is say Yes and I'm all yours. Every last bouncy, wobbly inch of me."
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