
When I stepped onto the elevator with Ron, I was glowing with
contentment and anticipation. We had just come back from a lovely
date our favorite Greek place, and I was looking forward to
going to bed, though not necessarily to sleep, with my fiance
as soon as we got through the door of our small apartment.

My mood began to sour a moment later when a rhythmic clicking
sound provided the prelude to the appearance of a spectacularly
built black haired woman in a low-cut clingy red dress and a pair
of wicked black heels. The pale swell of her basketball sized breasts
dragged my attention in. Her hips swayed enticingly as she walked,
and each footfall sent tiny reverberations through her jiggling
breasts. When I managed to look up her shockingly blue eyes met mine,
and I wilted. I felt naked under that gaze. She considered
and dismissed me in a fraction of a second. Humiliation bubbled up in the back
of my throat so quickly that I almost choked.

It didn't take her long to turn her attention to Ron. The expression
on her face slid smoothly from dismissal to a predatory appraisal.
"Hi, I'm Amanda." She said, taking a half step towards him an extending
her hand.

Looking dazed, Ron reached out to accept her handshake. She had left
her hand pretty close to her own body, so he had to step in closer
in order to take it. She smiled at him in a way that set off all
the alarm bells I had and caressed the back of his hand with the
perfect fingers of her left hand. "I-I'm Ron."

"Do you live here? I'm curious about the building." She purred.

"Y-Yeah. I, uuuh, live here." He repeated stupidly. It was like this
lady had sucked away 50 IQ points with that seductive smile of hers.
I should say something.

"And do you like the building?" She asked, stepping even closer to
him. Her gaze was locked on his, pinning him to the wall. I watched,
helplessly.

"Y-yeah. It's got the breast location." He said. Amanda's lush mouth
quirked up at the corners at his Freudian slip.

"Well, location is very important." Another quarter-step pushed Ron
up against the wall of the elevator. "My new boyfriend lives here,
and I'm trying to decide weather or not to move in with him. Would
you mind giving me your phone number in case I have any more questions?"
Her huge breasts were pressed against Ron's chest now, deforming under
the pressure of her body against his. This close together, it was evident
that she was about the same height as Ron. In her heels, she looked down
on him by almost half a foot.

He stuttered out his phone number. I was seething, but I felt so timid
around Amanda that I just stood in the corner meekly watching.

"Thanks." She purred just as the elevator dinged and the door slid open.
A lazy smile spread on her face, and she took her time pulling herself
off of my fiance and clicking off through the exit.

"WHAT THE FUCK RON!" I shouted as soon as she was gone.

"W-what?" He asked, still in a daze.

"YOU JUST LET THAT SLUT SLOBBER ALL OVER YOU!"

"She wasn't slobbering." He said inanely.

"Whatever! She still rubbed her huge cow tits all over you, and
you never tried to stop her! I WAS STANDING RIGHT HERE!" My somewhat
more reasonable tone slid back into a yell.

"She was just being neighborly. She said she has a boyfriend, so
I'm sure it was innocent." He replied, letting his cock delegate
to his lawyer's brain to defend itself.

"Fuck you Ron! I've never been so humiliated in my life." I said,
storming out of the elevator. Running off in a huff ran into a
setback when I realized that Ron had the apartment key. Date night
had a way of cutting down on my available pockets. He at least had
the decency to look sheepish by the time he had caught up.

Any inclination I had towards softening to him was blow away when I
looked down and saw a stain spreading on his slacks. "Ron, you
fucking pervert! I hate you!" I stumbled into the apartment
already sobbing and made a beeline for the bed. Ron had the sense
not to try to follow me. Anger and humiliation filled me to the brim.
While a good chunk of anger was directed at Ron, most of it was directed
at myself. Why the fuck had I just let her run all over my man? Why had
I just stood there like a fucking mouse?

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A few weeks later I was feeling a bit better about the whole incident.
I apologized for blowing up, and he apologized for letting Amanda get
so familiar with him. I pretended not to notice that he was having
trouble lasting more than a minute in bed. It was still a simmering
ball of resentment and hurt, but we were working through it.

The doorbell rang. "Babe, are you expecting anyone?" I called over
my shoulder. I didn't get a reply, which wasn't that odd when he
was hyper-focusing on a case.

When I opened the door all the anger and humiliation came flooding
back in full force, "What the FUCK are you doing here?" I shouted
at the black haired beauty in my doorway.

Amanda smirked, "I'm here to fuck your man." She said simply.
She was certainly dressed for it. A red U-necked blouse,
a black mini-skirt, and a pair of platform heels showed off
her spectacular body. A tan trench coat was slung over one arm.

"Like hell you are!" I started to slam the door, but she reached
out an caught the door. It stopped cold against her palm.

"I do have an invitation." She held out her phone which displayed
a few messages that made it abundantly clear that she wasn't
lying.

A white rage filled me. I was so mad that I had lost language.
Instead I was reduced to dark sputtering. Amanda giggled, covering
her mouth with one elegant hand. "Be realistic, do you think Ron would
ever stay with you when he could have a chance with me?" Her smile
could have cut diamond.

Her blue eyes found mine, and inexplicably I felt a strange submissiveness
well up in me. My anger remained as strong as ever, but I felt less and
less sure about expressing it. "Now are you going to behave, or do I have
to get nasty?" She murmured.

Fighting against Amanda was obviously useless. She was so much more womanly
than me. She could clearly have any man she wanted, and I couldn't do a thing
to stop her. Despite my seething jealousy, a growing part of me felt that she
deserved to take whatever she wanted. Who was I to go against a perfect woman
like Amanda? No! I wouldn't be cowed this easily! "Fuck you." I said, though
it came out sounding almost plaintive.

She laughed, "I bet you want to, but I'm no dike. Sorry."

I set my jaw mulishly and heaved against the door, trying to shove it closed.
She effortlessly held the door open, opening her mouth in a mock yawn and
covering it with one elegant hand. When I kept it up she said, "All right,
this is getting boring. Enough of you." She reached out and tapped me on
the forehead with an index finger.

"What?" I tried to ask as I suddenly sank to the floor, but nothing came out.
My torso shortened and my legs shot out into a split before curving back
behind me. My bones should have been breaking, but I didn't feel anything.
My arms shot up over my head like I was calling a field goal, and then
they to curved back behind me. My breasts ballooned outwards, the only
part of me that was growing. My head folded in on itself and disappeared into
my torso. When I stopped changing I lay in a crumpled heap on the floor,
with no idea what I looked like. Amanda towered over me, a giantess
the size of an 18 wheeler from my perspective.

She bent down at the waist and picked me up. The motion set her dangling
breasts swaying until she straitened. I realized that her breasts looked
smaller than they had when she was in the elevator. Had she been wearing
a push-up bra? My view of her her bosom was cut off when she abruptly shoved
me between her breasts. My new body flexed and bent easily, and before
long I was a tangled ball sandwiched between her breasts.

It was warm and dark between her breasts, but I could hear what was going
on. Her heels clicked on the floor and then she said, "You can start
cooking now. I'm going to go freshen up."

"O-Okay." Ron said.

More clicking. A door opening and closing. A hand plunged into my fleshy
prison and drew me out. I lay on the counter of the kitchen sink. Amanda
stood over me facing the mirror. Her heavy breasts jutted out far enough
that I could not see her face.

She adjusted her hair with one hand, "Time for some girl talk Sarah." She
said. Ron must have told her my name. Yet another violation. "I want your
man. I'm going to go out there and have dinner with him, and then I'm
going to fuck him. If you had behaved, and let me have him like a good
little bitch, I would have let you off. Instead, you annoyed me, so I'm
going to take you along while I have my way with him."

She pulled her top off and set it next to me. Her pale breasts were nestled
in a green plunge bra. "If I feel like it, I might turn you back afterwards."
She unhooked the bra and set it on top of her discarded top. Her nude breasts
jutted off her chest. They were so perfect that even I wanted to worship them.
If I had had knees, I would have sunk down to them.

She lifted me up and threaded her arms through the gaps between my arms and
legs. I looked in the mirror and saw Amanda shrugging her way into a lacy
burgundy bra. The cups were massive, larger than any bra I had ever seen. She
reached behind her and fastened the bra with a practiced motion. As she did
so I felt my whole body stretch out just the slightest bit. "Then again,
I might not." She said, adjusting me until I fit more perfectly around
her breasts. "Hey, chin up girl, you make my tits look great!" She gushed.
Unfortunately it was true. I looked like I was made for Amanda's body,
which, I suppose, I was.

She pulled her top back on and tugged it down so that the top half inch or
so of my lace showed under it. "We want to make sure you can see everything.
How's the view?" She asked, smoothing me out over her breasts and making
a few minor adjustments with a pinch of fabric here or there. "I know, it's
amazing. It's a gift. I know." She said, and turned to leave the bathroom.

The change in perspective that came from being Amanda's bra was disorienting,
but not as much as it might have been. Amanda was a tall woman, and in her
heels, the tops of her breasts were right about where my eyes had been. I
wasn't sure how I was able to see, but I seemed to be able to look out of
any part of my body. I could shift my senses around my body, but the view
was pretty dark anywhere where I wasn't exposed to the open air. I became
aware of the scent of Amanda surrounding and penetrating me. Here against
her bosom it was overwhelming. Her pheromone laden aroma was so womanly
and sensually feminine that I would have whimpered if I had a mouth.

Her breasts bounced with each footfall, causing my whole body to flex and
stretch. Being this close to her perfect bosom, was an invasively erotic
experience. I felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate. I'm strait, or
I was until Amanda turned me into a lacy undergarment, but this experience
was the most erotic of my life. I hated it. I loved it.

"Let's see that stew I've been hearing so much about." Amanda said.

Ron appeared in the kitchen doorway and stared at me. He looked like
a fish out of water. No, he wasn't staring at me, he was staring
at what I was wrapped around. "W-where's Sarah?" He managed after
a pause.

"Oh, she said there was some fire at work. She told me we should
start without her." Amanda lied.

"Oh." He said. I was hopping for him to follow it up by saying that
that didn't sound like me, but he just ushered Amanda into the kitchen.
She sashayed in. I assume. I couldn't see what her hips were doing, but
that seems like the kind of thing she would have done.

"So when are your friends going to show up?" Ron asked.

"Friends?" Amanda asked.

"Well, you said to cook for ten." He replied.

She laughed, sending tremors through my whole body, "So I did. I'm
afraid it's just going to be little old me tonight though. I have
a very big appetite." The way she said the word appetite left
Ron a bit stunned.

"W-Well, let's get started then." He led Amanda to our table,
set with ten place settings, and pulled out the chair at the
head of the table for her.

"Thank you." She murmured. "Now, why don't you get me some food and
take these extra knives and forks away."

Ron disappeared before returning with a large bowl of stew and several
buttered pieces of bread on a plate, which he set down right in front
of me. If I still had a mouth it would be watering.

Amanda began to eat immediately, not waiting for Ron to finish clearing
the table or serve himself. She ate so fast that by the time he finished
clearing the old place settings she was more than halfway done. He came
back with his own plate of food and she said, "Oh, you're already lining
up seconds for me? Good job. You can just leave it here." She gestured
to the table in front of her current plate.

Wordlessly, he set it down where she had pointed and turned to go get
more food for himself, "I don't need thirds quite yet!" She giggled
(sending more tremors through my body), "Sit down."

"Uhh. I was gonna get some food for myself." He said.

Amanda laughed, "Oh you don't want to do that. Trust me. I'll feed you
later."

Ron sat. Amanda ate. She let out noises of appreciation every so often,
but mostly she just dug into the food. Ron watched her in fascination,
the lust palpable on his face. He spent a lot of time staring at me,
or rather, right above me.


