40. Month 3 Part 6

J. Month 3
Written By Laristopa .

Hello guys! Thank you for all your comments about Candy’s proportions. We decided she should be relatively natural looking (for now)!

With this installment we tried experimenting with generated images because accurate pics are increasingly hard to find. We aim to make everything as accurate as possible, but also want to satisfy you guys, the readers. Please let us know what you think :)

Candy felt her consciousness returning. It was a slow process and started simply with a pleasant warmth surrounding her and touching every inch of her body. She basked in the sensation, gently breathing but remaining still. After a few seconds, she registered light pressure caressing her side where her hip, shoulder, head, and leg tightened against a soft surface. She felt hair tickling her neck and bunching around her head while her arms and legs awoke and tightened slowly, orienting themselves to their surroundings.

She kept her eyes closed and fidgeted in the bed. She was in bed! Candy’s brain recognized the sensation of lying on a mattress as more of her faculties came back online. She was on her side and shifted her free arm over her chest, where she contacted a soft, squishy pillow.

Candy froze.

Her focus shifted completely to her arm, which rested on what HAD to be a pillow stuck to her chest. A pillow that bulged outwards obscenely. A pillow that she could suddenly feel tugging at her shoulders. A pillow that sent shivers arcing down her spine at the lightest of touches. A pillow that—two pillows?

Candy’s heavy, long lashes fluttered open. Through silky, bunched-up blonde hair she saw two enormous mountains of flesh squished together and dominating her field of view. She groaned while struggling off her side into a sitting position. Her mind raced as memories of her encounter with Dr. Frank exploded like a firework in her head. What had he done to her?

Now upright, the full weight of Candy’s breasts pulled mercilessly on her back and shoulders. They hung heavily like two gigantic skin-colored anchors that swayed and jiggled like firm pudding with each movement. Her mouth hung open in awe as she hefted her breasts. Their squishy, soft, and supple flesh easily overflowed her dainty fingers. Candy felt every touch intimately, and her breasts and nipples seemed more sensitive than ever. She watched the gentle rise and fall of her new fleshy tit-mountains, unconsciously adjusting and slowly becoming accustomed to the added weight.

Candy glanced around the room and instantly recognized her bedroom. Bright sunlight streamed in through the crappy blinds and bathed the messy space with warmth. Piles of clothing, bags of all descriptions, old plates of food, makeup, and discarded accessories littered the floor. Even the bed was covered with clutter. The bits of cheap carpet that remained visible were stained and discolored from weeks, months, or even years of neglect. The familiar musty, stale, and somewhat rotten stench that pervaded the entire apartment hung heavily in the room but worked to set Candy’s mind at ease.

Her tits heaved, and she took in a deep, calming breath just as her little air freshener shot a potent cloud towards the bed. The floral scent of the air freshener set Candy’s mind further at ease but barely seemed to mask the odor of decay surrounding her. At least she was no longer in that horrible dungeon with that insane doctor and his nurse! She would have dismissed the encounter as an elaborate nightmare if not for the unmistakably expanded cavern of cleavage staring her in the face. She worked to stabilize her mind and parse through the memory while unconsciously sucking down a hearty gulp of pink water from her penis-shaped, black water bottle. A welcome flash of black cock flashed in her mind and helped wipe away the frightening memory of Dr. Frank’s undulating green liquid. 

Candy withdrew another deep floral breath before kicking her feet off the bed and dipping down to try and grab her cheap house heels. Her breasts made it nearly impossible to bend down and reach the floor while seated, so she had to flip onto her stomach and let them hang while securing the heels. As she did, her chest scraped against something hard tangled up in a faded boob tube. She reached inside and felt her heart flutter as her hand wrapped around the shaft of an old, black friend.

The black dildo nestled in her hands was covered in crusty white and yellow stains with a particularly thick yellow ring around the base of the toy near the balls. Candy bit her swollen lower lip and considered inserting the toy before pushing the thought away and laying the crusty dildo back onto the bed. She had to get up and figure out what was going on!

But...before she could turn her attention away, curiosity took over, and Candy picked the toy back up. She parted her breasts and placed the fake cock against her chest before pushing them back together and enveloping the foot-long black dildo in sweaty boob-flesh. She squished them together as if giving a tit job and watched as nearly every inch of the toy was squeezed. Only the tip of the black cockhead poked out from her tight cleavage trench. Her mind quickly flashed with images of a real black cock sliding in between her tits, and she smiled at the rush of arousal igniting between her legs. Candy ended the fantasy by kissing the head of the dildo still poking out from between her tits and imagining cum exploding onto her face in sticky, hot ropes. The pungent odor of cum filling her senses, the bitter but wonderful taste as she swallowed as much of the sticky substance as she could...

Candy took another deep, floral breath and parted her breasts, letting the crusty toy drop to the blanket. She’d have to come back later and finish herself off because she had other priorities right now!

With her distraction vacated, Candy returned to the task at hand: securing her shoes. They were black leather platforms with chunky heels. The platform, combined with the curve of the shoe itself, gave Candy almost eight inches of height!

Candy picked up the heels and examined them: ‘Size 5.’ She had always been a size 6! Surely her feet hadn’t gotten smaller as well? She slipped them onto her dainty toes and found that they fit perfectly! She rolled onto her back and held her feet in the air. She peered at them over her tits and saw they did indeed look even tinier and more feminine than before! Girly pink polish covered her itty-bitty toenails, which showed through the heels. They didn’t look out of place on her just-below-five-foot frame, but they were almost doll-like in appearance at this point. If they shrank any more, Candy knew she’d have to start shopping in the kids’ section at the store.

With her footwear properly in place, Candy carefully stood and negotiated the messy floor. The chunky, extra-tall platforms were easy to maneuver in, as she’d worn heels just like them for years. 

Her newly expanded chest demanded changes to her center of gravity and altered her natural gait to be more expressive and pronounced with a wild sway of her chest and womanly roll of her hips. She made a few tentative passes in the room, nearly tripping several times over random clutter. Candy found she could consciously stop herself from performing an overtly feminine walk, but it would return whenever she was not directly focusing on it.

She stopped and stared at her face in the vanity mirror. Her pretty, girly, teenage face stared back with thick and pouty lips, big and expressive green eyes, a weak brow, a narrow jaw, high and rounded cheekbones, femininely arched brows, a slightly upturned button nose, and cascading blonde hair. She shifted her smooth neck, narrow shoulders, lithe and nearly muscle-free arms, dainty hands with long acrylic nails, cinched-in waist with wide, swollen hips, and a plump pussy nestled tightly in a tiny thigh gap between thick thighs. But what now dominated her 4’10” frame were the massive breasts hanging from her chest. Candy gently shook her tits from side to side and watched as they jiggled and flowed exactly like she would expect, with her dark pink areola and nipples leading the way. Besides their overall size, they didn’t look augmented and acted and appeared totally natural. Candy squeezed her chest and hefted her tits once again, looking for any evidence of silicone or surgical scars or implants, but there was nothing. She took a sharp breath as her fingers flicked across her hardening nipples, marveling at how sensitive they had become. Overall, they were heavy, squishy, jiggly, perky, and extremely sensitive—but naturally hanging boobs.

Candy turned around and checked the ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ tattoo still covering her right shoulder blade and the tribal tramp stamp above her ass. She bent slightly and twerked in the mirror to make her fat, ghetto ass bounce while flashing her hairless pussy behind her and feeling exceptionally sexy. Her eyes traced her smooth legs down to her tiny, painted nails in the black heels, still unable to believe how small her feet were. Satisfied with her body inventory, Candy turned back to her room. She had to get dressed and find Logan. He needed to know what the creepy Dr. Frank had done to her!

Shuffling around the room, Candy picked up crop tops and tank tops and shelf tops and plunging necklines and form-fitting tops of all descriptions, but it quickly became clear that none of her skimpy clothes were going to fit. None of them could contain her expanded chest. The only thing she managed to do was reorganize the mess into a different mess.

She was about to bite the bullet and put on whatever she could physically fit into when she noticed a bikini hanging from a hanger behind her bedroom door. She approached and grabbed the outfit, which consisted of a cow-print thong and a skimpy string cow-print bikini top. She didn’t see a size on it, but it wasn’t as if she knew her new size anyway. Wrapping the string behind her head, wrestling the tiny triangles over her nipples, and tying the bikini around her back proved to be a bit of a challenge, but she managed it. The top barely stretched over her overflowing tits, while the triangles somehow managed to conceal her areola and nipples.

Candy shifted her shoulders and scoffed, noting that the top did absolutely nothing to stop her breasts from swaying as they pleased. She turned her attention to the thong, which easily slid up her legs. The strings rode up the swell of her hips while the triangle of the thong itself nestled between her thighs and hugged her pussy tightly, leaving a thigh gap.

As she slowly critiqued her appearance in the mirror, Candy let out a surprised yelp due to a sudden pinching and tugging sensation on her nipples. She tore the triangles of her bikini top to the sides, and her thick, rock-hard nipples surged outward. They were erect and throbbing with sensitivity. She stood still and silent for a few seconds, not really knowing if something was going to happen, before flipping the bikini top up and examining inside the triangles. Had she imagined that? There was nothing unusual in the top; it was just two thin triangles of fabric connected by strings. With no real explanation beyond, ‘Wow, my nipples sure are sensitive now,’ Candy gently replaced the triangles and headed for her bedroom door.

Immediately upon stepping through the threshold, Candy was met with a flurry of activity, voices, bright lights, and noise. Her mother’s cramped, disgusting apartment was filled with equipment and people moving to and fro. Candy recognized some of them—this was the film crew! What were they doing here?

“There’s my beautiful starlet!” A familiar, booming voice called out.

Candy squinted and stared into a stage light where the voice was coming from. Logan approached in his neat three-piece suit and long white beard. A pair of fashionable glasses sat on his wide nose, and his bald head shone in the bright light. A grin crossed his dark pink lips.

Despite her eight-inch platform heels, Logan still towered over Candy while he spoke, “Cammi, you look great! Your tits are so much better now! Dr. Frank does great work, doesn’t he?”

She shivered with excitement as dozens of crew members noticed her presence alongside Logan’s dark stare. Many of the men were transfixed on her nearly exposed, hyperfeminine body. Candy could feel them lusting for her. Any misgivings she was prepared to voice about Dr. Frank evaporated instantly when her pussy started to moisten at their attention.

She looked up to Logan and responded in her breathy soprano, “Um, like, yeah! It sorta didn’t even, um, hurt or whatever? But they’re, like, sooooo super heavy now, you know?”

Without warning, Logan surged forward and hefted Candy’s breasts with his calloused hands. He squeezed them lightly, and Candy took a sharp breath as the wet heat between her legs intensified even further. She unconsciously rolled her shoulders back to push her chest out and give Logan even better access. She let out a very light, breathy moan and averted her gaze submissively while Logan did whatever he wanted.

The groping lasted only a few short seconds before Logan pulled back and shook his head, “Damn, girl! I swear you can’t even tell those things aren’t real. I can’t wait to see what he does for the next few procedures!”

The sobering end to his words cut deeply into Candy’s arousal. ‘Next few procedures?’ What did he mean by that?

Before she could ask, Logan looked around and snapped his fingers while shouting, “Hair! Makeup! Let’s go! I want out of this shithole ASAP!”

From a dark corner of the room stepped Ariana, the makeup girl. Her straw-like, honey blonde hair was collected in a messy bun, and her relatively straight, unremarkable curves were hidden away in a flattering red blouse, jeans, and black flats. She held a beat-up black makeup box that looked like a repurposed briefcase with a sticker displaying ‘Chic – Mobile Boutique’ crudely slapped on the side.

Barely restraining her contempt, Ariana laid the box on the grimy linoleum-tiled floor and opened it. 

Procuring multiple brushes, powders, and various makeup implements, Ariana spoke to Candy dryly while beginning her work, “At least we can both make some money. Nice tits, porn girl.”

Candy followed Ariana’s orders as makeup was layered with a proverbial trowel, all while receiving a tidal wave of thinly veiled personal insults, mostly centered on her appearance.

As Ariana was slapping on another layer of powder while going on about Candy being stung on the lips by the rare ‘silicone wasp,’ Candy giggled and retorted calmly with her first comment in the one-sided conversation, “You’re, like, totally the most jealous person I’ve ever met.”

Ariana stopped. The nonchalance Candy retorted with showed how little the comments bothered her. They stood in frozen silence for a few awkward seconds. With an annoyed grunt, Ariana tossed her remaining items into the briefcase with a crash and snapped the locks shut. 

She stormed off while shouting over her shoulder, “I’m fucking done with this shit! Good luck getting fucked by some rando, you skanky, trailer trash whore!” She stopped, clearly wanting to spew some venomous point, “It’s so unfair! I work my fucking ass off hour after hour for next to nothing while vapid little Cammi Swallows just shows up and bounces on a cock for a few minutes and makes bank! The only thing you’re good for is between your legs, bitch, and that’s ALL you’ll ever be good for!”

Candy waved at Ariana and responded earnestly, “Goodbye, Ari! Thanks for making me even prettier!”

Ariana stopped again.

She turned around with red cheeks and growled, “Oh, and another thing: Your apartment is the most disgusting pile of shit I’ve ever been in. The only thing you should wear here is a HAZMAT suit! You absolutely deserve to live in this trash hole, you worthless, dumb fuck-doll!”

Candy pouted playfully and watched Ariana stomp away. Her bony butt barely swayed at all, and her lifeless hair didn’t bounce in the slightest. Candy almost felt bad for her. 

Almost.

Shrugging it off, Candy felt the makeup caking her cheeks and flicked at her silky hair, waiting for somebody to tell her what to do. She couldn’t see her face, but the weight of her lashes and the thickness of the foundation and powder told her everything she needed to know. From proms to parties to auditions, Candy was intimately familiar with the feeling of heavy makeup. She was gussied up and ready to perform! 

Unable to feel anything but excitement about the upcoming shoot, Candy absently glanced around at the crew and their flurry of activity. The first one was so much fun! Gone were the first-time jitters—she was an established actress now! She was even in the comfort of her own home; how much easier could it get than that?

An annoyed sigh suddenly left Candy’s painted lips, and her excitement hit a wall as an imposing, all-too-familiar lunk of a man lumbered towards her. It was Brad. He had a blank, faux-serious look on his bearded face. His ridiculously vascular biceps bulged from a sleeveless white top, and he held a red strap over his shoulder nonchalantly.

He pretended to walk past Candy but stopped short and acknowledged her with a slight nod of his head and a muted tone, “Oh, hey there, Candy. Didn’t know you were going to be shooting today.” 

Rolling her eyes, Candy craned her neck to look up at Brad while responding with poorly veiled irritation, “As if, Brad! You, like, seriously think I’m gonna believe you didn’t know I was here?”

Brad shrugged and tried to look away, but his lustful eyes remained helplessly fixed on Candy’s nearly fully exposed chest. He was also very clearly flexing his upper body to look bigger. 

He answered defensively, “You know, there’s more to my life than following your bubble butt around, Candy-girl! I have girls begging for my attention left and right!”

Candy shook her head and offered a dismissive gesture, “Uh huh, sure you do. I totally bet those ugly girls at the gym are SUPER thirsty for your tiny white dick.” Candy sighed and spoke slowly, “What’re you, like, doing here anyway?”

Brad tightened his grip on the red belt in his hands. “I’m part of the crew now. Mr. Masters liked my performance and attitude so much that he offered me a job. I do whatever he tells me to, and I’m IMPORTANT now. So, no, I’m not here for you, Candy. I just stopped by to say a friendly hello like an adult.”

“Okay then, crewboy, where am I supposed to start?” Candy asked while unconsciously twirling a strand of hair around her acrylic nails.

Brad crossed his arms and frowned. “Didn’t you hear me? I said, “I’m not here for you.”

Throwing up her hands and rolling her eyes, Candy swayed past Brad, clearly done with the encounter. “Whatever, loser. Have fun, like, watching me get fucked by a real man!”

She felt his gaze following her longingly as she swept past him, putting an extra hearty roll in her hips and letting her ass bounce hypnotically to give him a little show. She may not have been sexually interested in Brad anymore, but his hopeless attraction was something she wanted to keep stoking. Despite what she said, leading Brad on was starting to feel like a fun activity. And easy, so very easy!

Making her way across the dilapidated linoleum in her platform heels, Candy rediscovered Logan, who was sitting in his director’s chair near the filthy kitchen, reading what appeared to be a script and talking to an older crew member. Rotten plates and trash were stacked nearly to the ceiling on the kitchen counter directly next to him. The contrast between the professional, clean, and confident Black man and the dismal surroundings of the apartment couldn’t be more stark. 

Logan acknowledged Candy with a smile and pointed towards the front door, where there was an orange strip of tape, clearly meant as a starting mark.

When she stopped on the mark, Logan called the crew to attention, and the noise and activity stopped. “Hey, hey, listen up, y’all, we’re about to go live! As we all know, this is ‘My Slutty Daughter Takes BBC For The First Time While Her Brother Watches #4,’ so lock in and do your jobs. Ms. Cammi Swallows will be our beautiful star today.” He motioned for Candy, who smiled and waved as the crew gave her a half-hearted round of applause. He continued, “And our supporting cast is Cammi’s brother, Silas, her mother, Ms. Linda, and Mr. David ‘Daddy’ Lawrence! Give it up for them.”

Another round of half-hearted applause. Candy wheeled around, searching for Daddy and her family, but they were nowhere to be found. The realization struck her, and her pussy instantly moistened: Daddy was about to fuck her in front of over a dozen people, her family, and a camera if the title of the film was to be believed! The image of his black, erect cock pointing at the entrance of her dripping white pussy flashed in her mind, and she felt her heartbeat increasing. 

Logan yelled to Candy, “Just do what I tell you and loosen up. You’re a veteran at this point, Cammi!”

Candy nodded and grinned confidently towards the crew. She wondered if they could tell that the interior of her thong was becoming increasingly coated with slick female arousal. She shifted her hips and caught a whiff of herself. Pure female lust wafted from between her legs at the mere thought of Daddy’s fat dick. 

Logan’s voice cut through her daydreaming. “Head on outside, Cammi, and meet Mr. Lawrence so we can start.”

With a quick flick of the flimsy apartment door, Candy strutted onto the cheap carpet of the apartment hallway where Daddy was waiting, leaning against the far wall. 

“What’s happenin’ trick?” He asked casually, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

His smooth demeanor and attitude translated to his outfit, which consisted of a long, puffy, cheetah-print jacket and a matching brimmed hat. Beneath the jacket was a purple silk shirt and pants with a gold belt around his relatively narrow waist. Shiny gold chains hung around his neck, shiny black leather shoes were on his feet, and the top two buttons of the shirt were open, revealing a toned upper body and a smattering of dark hair. 

He pushed off the wall and spit onto the carpeted floor before flashing a sly, toothy grin, causing his features to wrinkle lightly. 

“Oh, um, h-hey Daddy.” Candy sputtered nervously while staring down at his leather shoes.

She couldn’t explain why, but she felt anxious standing before Daddy. He was so confident, so well dressed, and so…wise? It felt like Daddy had been here a thousand times before and knew exactly what to do, what to say, how to move, and how to think. The sticky jungle between Candy’s legs didn’t abate in the slightest at the feelings of immense inadequacy. Her naivete, teenage levels of inexperience, revealing cow-print bikini, visible submission, exposed feminine body, and imminent status as a fuck-hole for black cock were juxtaposed in the musty hallway with Daddy, who was the complete opposite. He was middle-aged, rich with experience, visibly dominant, taller and wider, masculine, clad in the pattern of a predator, fully clothed, and fully ready and primed to plow the fuck out of some teenage white pussy. 

He got close to her and chuckled softly when he heard Candy’s ragged breaths and saw her flushed cheeks. Her mind was flashing with a deep-seated obsession with BBC. 

Daddy suddenly grabbed Candy’s shoulders and forced her to turn back to the apartment door. Her unsupported breasts bounced wildly, and her breath caught in her throat while another rush of arousal pulsed her vaginal walls. 

He ordered coldly, “Let’s go, slut. I got shit to do an’ my dick hard as fuck.”

Candy yelped when Daddy’s hand smacked her fat, exposed ass cheek and pushed her forward. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the cramped hallway, and Candy bit her lips as her acrylic nails scraped against the door handle. She tried to ignore the arousing and distracting pulling sensation on her nipples, which had begun once again. Candy could see the triangles of fabric covering her massive breasts were completely stationary, but it felt like something within them was constantly squeezing and pulling, which resulted in her nipples visibly protruding, thick and hard against her top. But with Daddy pressing behind her and the crew inside waiting to get started, Candy didn’t have an opportunity to do anything but step through the threshold. 

P.S. In fact, all pictures in this chapter are generated. However, since this is a pilot chapter, we still cannot fully make the background of all subjects coherent, considering how messy Candy’s apartment is. Still, we might get back and revise pictures later if you guys are up for it. So please let us know what you think!

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