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Subject: {ASSM} "Imperfect Growth" (teen breast enlarge, breast cancer, doctor-patient)
Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 20:10:05 -0500
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STORY:  Imperfect Growth
BY:  BreastWriter

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Most girls would have killed to have Britney's looks.  Britney,
however, wasn't satisfied.

She was a perfect, sixteen-year-old blonde.  Perfect in her hair, her
face, her weight.  She had beautiful eyes, a gorgeous smile, and skin
that was so creamy and soft it was heaven to touch it.  But where she
knew she had perfection in so many areas, so she knew she had an
imperfection in another:  her breasts.  Britney didn't have ugly
breasts, she just had small ones.  Her thin body simply didn't have
the tissue to create full, rounded breasts on her frame, and Britney
found herself shopping for bras in the 'A Cup' section.  She had
decided that at the first opportunity, she would get a breast
enlargement.  She didn't have the money herself, and her father was by
no means supportive of the idea.  He was a religious type, who not
only believed that Britney should be happy with her God-given assets,
but also that his young beautiful daughter was a temptation for men.
HE told her she should do nothing else to increase her appeal, and
refused to pay for implants.

So, Britney decided to wait.  But fate wouldn't let her sit idly by.
She had a huge crush on Paul, an attractive boy in her grade.  Summer
was drawing to an end, and she wanted desperately for him to ask her
to the start-of-school dance.  She even decided to visit his
hangouts,, wearing her most flattering attire, to entice him to ask
her.  She even told herself, "if he wants to sleep with me, I will."
Britney was a virgin, despite the fact that men, young and old, were
desperate to have her.

To help her plan, Britney talked her friend Sandy into driving her a
local sports center.  Sandy had her own car, and even worse:  large
breasts.  They were all natural nearly flawless.  Britney had always
been jealous of her friend's chest, even though Sandy was not the
overall beauty Britney was.  The two young girls went to the sports
center, and sure enough found Paul hanging out with friends.

The group played mini-golf, arcade games, and took some swings in the
batting cages.  Britney realized that Sandy was being as much a flirt
a she was, and had even undone a button on her shirt to show more
cleavage.  Britney would have done the same, but lacked the cleavage
to display.

At the end of the night, neither of the girls had been asked to the
dance by any of the boys.  Britney was sure Paul wanted to, but must
have held back in front of his friends.  She was confident Paul would
call her within days, and she told this to Sandy.

"he won't call you."  Sandy answered.

"Why not?  You don't think he wants to take me to the dance?"

"Nope.  He want to take me."

"What?"

"Yep.  Didn't you see him staring at my chest?  Paul loves big boobs,
and I have the biggest boobs in school.  He is going to ask me."

"You're wrong!"  Britney snapped.  "Paul likes more in a girl than
just her boobs.  We really hit it off, I know he's going to ask me."

The girls argued for awhile, each insisting they were right.  Finally,
Britney stormed off in a huff after Sandy said, "You think he's trying
to get at your little boobies?  What is he gonna feel? what is he
gonna kiss?  He's gonna ask me out, because I have breasts.  These are
things he can grab and suck on."

Britney stood in the arcade awhile, wondering how she was going to get
home.  She decided she had to call her parents, and headed for a quiet
area to use her cell phone.

"Hey." a voice came to her from a shadow.

Britney looked back, startled.  She was afraid someone might try to
rape her, but there were enough people close by so she could call for
help.

"Hey!  I heard you talk about your problem."  A figured stepped form
the shadows.  It was a guy, a few years older than Britney.  "I think
I have something for you."

"What>" Britney asked.

The guy pulled his backpack off his back.  He unzipped it, and pulled
out an unmarked bottle with a little plastic cup over the cap.

"This is a breast enhancer." he said.

"Breast enhancer?"

"Yep, it makes your boobs grow."

"Bullshit." she replied.

"it's not bullshit.  This stuff really works.  You just drink a cup of
it everyday, and your tits will swell up like balloons.  You've heard
of that bloussant stuff?  It's derived from that, but much more
potent."

"Bloussant?  I have heard of that.  I figured it didn't work.  And
it's expensive."

"It works, but not as good as this stuff."

"Why don't they sell that version if it works so much better?"

"Because this grows tits really fat.  You don't need as much of it as
the regular stuff, so they can't make as much money."

"How fast?"  Britney's mind was thinking.  She had two weeks until the
dance.  She needed big breasts sooner, so Paul could see her and have
no reason not to ask her.

"let's just say, you'd better buy a couple new bras right after taking
this stuff.  And I mean different sizes.  You should get to the size
you want in a few weeks."

"A few weeks?"  Her heart sank.  That was too much time.

"Yeah, but that's for huge boobs.  They start growing right away, so
they'll be bigger than they are now in just a few days, just not as
big as they can get."

"How much?"  Britney asked.

"ten bucks."

"That's it?"

"Ten bucks to get you started, then you an see me for your new
supplies."

"I have to keep taking it?"

"Yep.  Or your breasts will shrink again.  Still, I'm only gonna
charge you twenty after this, and after you get to the size you want
you'll only need like a cup a week."

ten bucks Britney thought.  She had heard of bloussant.  It had to be
worth the risk.  She reached into her purse and took out a crisp ten.
In moments, she was on her cell phone, talking to her dad.  HE agreed
to pick her up, not knowing that she had a means to enhance her
breasts sitting in the seat next to her.

A few weeks, Britney thought.  She had heard Paul would be back at the
sports center in three days.  Sandy already promised to meet him.  If
He would probably ask one of them out then, so Britney knew she had to
have bigger breasts by then.  What if she took extra the amount?

Britney knew their were dangers in overdosing on medication, but the
dance was two weeks away!  If she wanted full, large breasts for it,
and for Paul, then she would need to overindulge.  What could happen?
her breasts would grow too fast?  She was young, any stretch marks
would disappear in time, wouldn't they?

Once home, Britney raced into her bathroom.  She opened her purse, and
took out the medicine.  She looked at herself in the mirror, and
pulled of her to.  She was wearing a white silk bra, which until now
had seemed very cute and was her favorite.  But it was so small.  It
hardly needed any amount of fabric to cover her breasts, and for that
she hated it.  She knew she had to make them grow.  She had seen Paul
looking at Sandy's chest, but hardly ever at her own.  He was probably
trying to decide "tits or face?"  If Sandy had been ugly, then it
would have been easy.  But She was till fairly cute, and Britney
feared his answer would be "tits."  She also remembered clothes
shopping with Sandy, and how she had found this beautiful peach dress,
but it was obviously meant for well-endowed women.  She wanted that
dress, she wanted to make it hers and the first showcase of her new
chest.

She opened the bottle, and poured a cup full of medicine.

She looked at the cup and what was probably the "recommended" amount.
She wanted to double it.  She drank down the liquid and quickly filled
it again.  She drank that as well.  She felt her A cup breasts, hoping
that she could feel them already surging with growth.  She felt
nothing.

"Ok, she said, here goes nothing.."  Britney poured a third cup.  She
was totally ignoring the rules but she didn't care.  She wanted big
breasts, and she would do whatever it took to get them.  With visions
of her new dress, Britney downed the final cup, imaging the fluid
would add a cup size to her bust with every cup she drank.  "D cup...
D cup...  D cup... she whispered to herself."  She would have the
beast cleavage at the dance, and later, the most perfect naked breasts
for Paul to enjoy.  She was going to seduce him, and poor Karen would
simply have to accept that.

Sleep brought pleasant dreams to Britney.  In them, she saw herself
with large, round breasts, wearing a top that crisscrossed over her
nipples and left everything bare.  Men were surrounding her, beating
off in front of her because they were so turned on by her new tits.
And she smiled.

When she awoke, Britney brought her hand to her left breast.  It was
larger!  Her eyes widened as she sat up in bed.  Her breasts flopped
against her chest!  They flopped!  They had enough mass to move and
jiggle with her body.  Britney raced to the mirror, and looked at her
new assets.  They had grown substantially in a single night.  Her skin
looked extremely taught, but it had the peasant effect of making the
breasts wonderfully firm.  Britney stood in front of the mirror, and
realized that her new, larger breasts wouldn't even require a bra.
that was good, as her A cup bra sitting on the dresser was not going
to fit.  She was at least a B cup now.  She slipped the bra on just to
be sure.  Nope.  The mass of her new breasts were too great.  Britney
needed new bras, and it had just been one night.

She slipped a shirt over her chest, and eyed the medicine on her
dresser.  D cups, she thought.  She wanted them bigger still.  She
poured three more cupfuls of the medicine, and down each one with
excitement.

Britney made sure to avoid her father while she went around with no
bra.  If he saw her nipples poking through the shirt, he'd have a fit.
Her mother wasn't a problem though, and Britney noticed she took a
second glance at her chest.  She noticed!  Her mother didn't say
anything, butt hat was ok.  She probably figured Britney's breasts
were enjoying a late spurt, and simply hadn't noticed their larger
size until now.  Besides, it wasn't a dramatic difference -- yet.
Britney had two more nights to accomplish that, and capture the
admiration of Paul.

Britney awoke the next morning completely thrilled.  Her breasts had
grown again!  They were nearly double their original size now, and
looking quite splendid.  Britney ran her hands over them, feeling the
pull of the skin.  She felt a small lumpy area in the left breast, but
figured that would disappear in time.  She hoped so, as Paul would be
groping them in under two weeks!

Throughout the day, Britney couldn't help but feel her tits.
Sometimes it seemed she could feel them grow.  Occasionally, she would
feel a quick tightness in a breast, almost like a cramp.  Growing
pains, she figured, and winced through the pain until it stopped.  The
tightness pangs stung, but they were well worth it for increased size.
Britney knew by the end of the second day that she was at least a C
cup.  Despite the still warm weather, Britney took to wearing sweaters
around the house.  It was the only thing she could do to hide her
increased boobs from her father.

Day Three arrived.  Britney spent the day at the mall, going from
store to store and trying on new outfits that only full-breasted women
could wear.  The saleswomen all complimented her on her bosom, which
had surged in size yet again with the next set of doses.  Her supply
was already running thin, and her "contact" met her at the mall with a
new supply . Britney finished the original bottle as though it was
soda pop, then tucked the new bottle in her purse.

"Taking it awful quick, aren't you?"

"It's working, isn't it?"  Britney asked, sticking out her chest.

"Oh yeah.  Say, how about we get together later."

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend in mind, remember?"

Britney headed for the bra section of her favorite lingerie store, and
grabbed for a D cup.  The moment of truth had come.  If it fit, she
had reached her goal.

She went to the changing room and slipped it on.

It didn't fit.  The bra wasn't too big, it was too small.  Britney's
breasts had become over-sized.  Excitedly, She went for the double
D's, returned to the changing room, and knew she had found her size.
As she pulled the bra up over her, she ran her hands over her newly
formed tits.  They felt fantastic, a little lumpy.. but fantastic.
She figured the sudden growth spurt was bound to have its
imperfections, but was hopeful the weird lumps, discolorations, and
oddness to the shapes would be cleared up before the dance.  They
looked good in clothing, and that was what mattered for tonight.

After buying the bras and the peach dress, Britney picked out an
outfit for Paul.  It was a jacket with a top that was effectively
large bra inside.  It would fully highlight her breasts, showing
enough of their size and mass without showing any of the imperfections
in the new growth.

She got her mother to take her to the sports center after the mall.
She knew she couldn't ask her father.  Britney wore her revealing
outfit, and waited for the questions to start pouring in. her mother
made several confused looks at her daughter's chest during the drive,
and finally spoke up.

"Britney?"

"Yes, mom?"

"I have been noticing, I ,w ell..." she was obviously nervous and
tip-toeing around the issue.  "Have your breasts gotten bigger?"  She
finally said it.

"Yes, mom."

"What did you do?  You didn't - - have surgery or something did you?"

"Nope!  How could I do that without you guys knowing?  And pay for it
no less!"

"I know, it's just so.. sudden.  What have you been doing."

Britney had her answer days before.  "Bloussant." she said.

"Bloussant?'

"Yep.  Have you heard of it? it's an all-natural breast enhancer."

"Yes, I've heard of it."

"Works great, doesn't it?"

"A little too well, I think.  Britney, you're breasts are huge.  It
can't be safe for them to have grown so quickly.  Did they say they'd
grow like that?"

"Well, I kind of took a little more than it said."

"Britney!"

"What?"

"That isn't safe!"

"Sure it is!  It's a "recommended" dose.  If this stuff wasn't safe,
do you think it would be on the market?"

"No, I guess not..."

They drove in silence for awhile.  "Your dad won't be happy."
Britney's mother said.

"I know.  I've been wearing sweaters to hide them from him."

"Is that why?  I wondered if you were sick."

"Nope, no colds or diseases in me!  I just knew they'd 'cover them up'
better than anything else."

"well, I'd keep doing it for awhile.  It would be one thing if the
change was more gradual, butt his... he'll know you did something."

"I know."

They arrived at the sports center a little earlier than Britney had
planned.  Her mother dropped her off, and agreed to return to pick her
up.

"Get my white fuzzy sweater for me."  Britney said.  "I forgot to
bring it.  It's the best one for hiding my boobs."

"will do." her mother said.

Britney walked into the arcade area, and immediately found Paul.
Sandy hadn't arrived yet, nor none of the other guys.  Paul took a
look at Britney had nearly fell over.  They had twenty minutes or so
just to themselves.  Paul was stumbling over his words like the
over-sexed teenager he was.  His eyes rarely left Britney's chest,
which was just fine with her. he didn't ask how they had gotten so
big, but Britney offered, just to let him know they were real.

"I've been dying to wear this outfit." she said.  "But I had to wait
until my boobs were big enough."

"what do you mean" Paul asked, almost as if he was pretending eh
hadn't noticed her breasts.

"I've been taking bloussant, you know, to make them bigger.  They
finally got to where I wanted them."

"Really?" he said.  "I didn't notice they were any bigger, they always
seemed nice and full to me." he was lying, but Britney didn't' mind.
"You're sweet." she said.

"Britney...?" he asked.

"Yes, Paul?

"Do you have a date for the Back to School Dance?"

"Um, no... not yet..."

"Would you go with me?"

Britney's smile opened wide.  "yes!" she answered, just as she saw
Sandy walk in the door.  The rest of the evening was a triumph.  Sandy
gawked at Britney's new breasts, and fumed over Paul's selection for
his date.  Paul hung all over Britney the entire night, and even tried
to cop a feel of her breasts when the others weren't looking.  Britney
shooed his hand away, not because she didn't want him touching her
breasts, but because the timing wasn't right.  Britney was full
satisfied with the size, but a recent visit to the bathroom confirmed
what she still feared.  They were lumpy.  Britney felt three lumps in
her right breast, and four in the left.  She didn't want Paul to freak
out if he felt them, so she knew she'd have to keep him away until
they cleared up.  She still had over a week for that.

Britney's mother picked her up, and brought the white fuzzy sweater as
promised.  She changed in the car, lifting the jacket and bra-like top
off of her, and pulling the white sweater of her chest.  As she
brought it completely down, she felt another tightness in her right
breast.  She felt the spot, and felt a small bump the size of a
mosquito bite.  She decided to take no more of the medicine that
night. her breasts needed a break.  She had achieved what she wanted,
so why continue to push?

Her mother created a diversion when they returned home so Britney
could safely get to her room.  She decided to study for awhile, and
cracked open a book.  She clicked the TV on for background noise, and
out it on a news program.  She didn't want something that would be too
distracting.  She read for twenty minutes or so, occasionally looking
up at the screen to see what issue they were probing.  She felt a few
more tightnesses as she studied.  An exceptionally painful one made
her wince sharply and lift her eyes from the book.  She slipped her
hand inside the sweater to the spot.  It was the same place she had
felt in the car.  The mosquito size bump had grown a bit.  "I am
definitely off this stuff for a little while" she said to herself.
She looked at the TV, and saw a diagram of a large breast.  She
smiled, knowing hers now matched the size indicated what the drawing
depicted.  "I wonder what this story is about.." she wondered.

"The breast enhancement drug has been getting a lot of attention
really, and gaining popularity -- especially with young girls.  The
drug is not available legally, but doing a brisk business on the black
market.  It's passed off as a version of bloussant, the over-the
counter natural breast enhancer, but that is just a sales technique."

Britney locked eyes on the television.  Where they talking about her
drug?

"Claims state it can dramatically increase breast size in a short
amount of time, much faster than bloussant.  Experts agree, it can.
But, is it safe?"

A young girl was pictured on the screen.  "I went from a B to a C cup
in a few weeks." she said proudly.  Britney wanted to laugh, she had
reached D cup in days.  Britney shifted in her seat, and felt a new
tightness in her left breast.  She started to feel a little nervous.

"While the dug has not been tested by the EPA for side effects, there
are reports that over use of the drug has caused breast cancer in some
women."

A doctor came on the screen.  "Because the breasts are stimulated to
grow so quickly, its easy for the body to become confused.  Women,
especially, young girls, who take an excessive amount are playing with
their bodies chemistry.  They're breasts increase in mass, but the
cell division is very easily perverted into the growth of cancer.  "

Britney stared at the screen, her heart pounding.  Another girl was
pictured on the screen.

"I took a little extra she said.  My breasts developed more quickly, I
went from an A to a C in two weeks.  But after three weeks, I found a
lump in my breast." a sad look came on her face.  "It was cancer."

"Julie has since had the cancerous lump removed."  The reports
announced.  "She was taking this amount of the drug."  A graph came on
screen, sowing a cup with the same markings as Britney's.  The
indicated level of liquid was about halfway.  "She should have only
taken this much..."  The line dropped to about a quarter cup.  Britney
felt confused.

"The problem comes from the fact that illegal distributors of the drug
don't have real packaging."  The doctor said.  "They take the cups
that come with cough syrup an give it to the girls as though that's
the real measuring device.  Some tell them to do just a half cup a
day, some don't.  I've treated seven young women who have taken this
drug and used a full cup a day.  All seven developed lumps in their
breasts."

"And were they cancer?"

"Yes.  Each of the girls reported faster than expected breast growth,
followed by a sense of tightness in the breasts.  That tightness was
the lumps forming deep inside the breast tissue.  By the time they
manifested on the surface, the breasts are cancerous enough to require
removal."

Britney's jaw opened.  She slipped her hand inside her shirt, and ran
her hands to the flesh, and felt the silkiness of her skin.  "The
makers of bloussant had tried this formula, but discarded it when they
discovered the dangers of over-use.  Their actual product, while it
doesn't cause cancer, works more slowly, and with less spectacular
results."  Britney found the lumps that had been present since the
first day.  In her mind, she did the analysis. 1 cup was actually too
much drug.  One cup a day caused those girls to develop cancer.  She
had been taking 3. Britney moved her hand between her newly formed
cleavage and gulped.  There, pressed between her breasts, was the
clear, undoubted sensation of another, new lump.  She reached to
another spot where she had remembered feeling the tightness.  A
hardened circle greeted her fingertips.  Britney knew what it was - -
the formation of yet another lump.

She stood up, and ran to the bathroom., taking her sweater off as she
ran.  She flipped on the light switch, and stood in front of the
mirror, her white fuzzy sweater at the ends of her arms.  She looked
at her reflection, and counted.  One... two.. three...  Her new,
perfect breasts no longer looked so wonderful.  Four, five six...
Britney had felt the feeling of tightness at least ten times since she
took the drug the first day.

The final lump count came in at fifteen.  The lumps were not going
away with time, they were getting bigger, and more numerous.  Britney
looked at herself in the mirror.  Her breasts were big and round, and
full...

of cancer...

Britney began to cry.

A few moments passed before she walked out of the bathroom and towards
the living room where her parents were watching TV.  When she entered
the room, she saw they had the same program on that she had been
watching.  They didn't not wear concerned looks on their faces, even
mother evidently hadn't linked Britney's sudden breast growth to the
drug reported.  After all, Britney said she had used Bloussant.

"Mom, dad."  Britney said softly.

Her parents turned to look at her.  Her father looked shocked at
seeing his topless daughter.

"I have breast cancer." she sobbed.

They didn't have to ask what they meant.  They could clearly see their
daughter's breasts were significantly larger than they remembered, and
they had just seen the story about the drug.  Her mother knew the
growth was too quick for the safe version.  She knew Britney had used
the street version.  They could see over a dozen misshapen lumps of
patches of discoloration in Britney's breasts.

"Oh, baby..."  Her mother cried.

"What did you do?" her father screamed.  "Did you take this drug
they're talking about on TV?  I told you!  I told you shouldn't do
anything about your breasts!"

Britney sobbed.  Both parents approached her, and started to feel her
large, exposed breasts.  Their hands squeezed at the lumps, and felt
for themselves the cancer contained underneath the skin.

"I had to dad."  Britney said.  "You wouldn't let me get implants!"
Her father looked like he had been shot.  He knew what she meant.  It
was his actions that had lead her down the path to developing breast
cancer.

The rushed Britney to the hospital.

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"Britney, I've counted twenty cancerous lumps in your breasts." the
doctor said softly as she pulled the white fuzzy sweater back down
over her breasts.

"A couple of hours ago it was fifteen."  She replied.

"And there will be more." he said solemnly.  "Even now, there are
cancer cells dividing in your new breast tissue And they are dividing
rapidly.  I expect thirty lumps by the end of the night."

"Oh God." her mother cried.

"Am I going to die?"  Britney asked.  A thought about the dance
flashed in her mind.  She knew she would not be able to attend.

"That depends.  Britney, we need to remove your breasts.  The cancer
is still localized, and getting the new tissue away from your body
should prevent the spread."

Britney sobbed.  Her new breasts had felt so good, but for far too
short a time.

"Can't you just cut out the lumps?  Like they did with the girls on
TV?" she asked.

"I won't lie, some doctors choose that route.  But I think that there
are too many lumps, some are starting to merge with others, forming,
larger single tumors.  If we were able to cut out just the cancerous
tissue, we would effectively cut out your breasts anyway.  You see,
all the new tissue you have grown in your breasts has turned or will
turn cancerous."

"What about my original tissue?"

"The cancer will spread to that tissue as well, if the affected tissue
in your breasts are not removed.  And there doesn't appear to be much
healthy tissue left, if we could somehow cut out only the cancer, your
remaining breast size would be very small."

"I was an A cup before this.  I'm used to small breasts."

"An A Cup?  You mean to tell me you're breasts have grown to this size
just from the drug?  And in this short amount of time?"

"Yes."

"Amazing."

"Doctor, I want you to try to just cut out the cancer, and leave my
breasts intact, back to their A size."  Maybe she could still make the
dance... if Paul would still take her...

"Britney, we can try, but if we fail.."

"What do you mean" Her mother asked.

"If we don't get all the cancer, it will infect the healthy tissue.
Because your breasts are so small naturally, we'll have nothing else
to cut out.  Britney, if you develop any more lumps after the surgery,
I'm afraid you will probably die.  That cancer will be fatal."

"I understand.  Doctor, cut out the cancer only.  Don't take away my
breasts.  I want them, even if they are just A cups."

"Well, let me run some tests.  Let me see if it has progressed as far
as I think it has."  The doctor then turned to Britney's parents.
"Would you mind if I speak to your daughter alone for a moment?"  They
left the room.

"Britney, what I said is definitely true.  If you develop cancerous
lumps after the operation, I'm afraid it will probably be fatal.
But..." he held his breath.  "I may have exaggerated the likelihood."

"What do you mean?"

He put his hand on her thigh.

"You are a very beautiful young lady, Britney.  Very beautiful
indeed."  He squeezed her thigh.  Britney froze.  The doctor was
making a sexual advance.

"I can tell your parents that I think your breasts should be removed,
and chances are they will go with what I say.  I know how important
your breasts are to you,..."

Britney was starting to understand. he had exaggerated her condition
in order to blackmail her.  Sleep with him, keep her breasts.  Don't
sleep with him, lose them.

"Britney, do you know why I became a breast cancer specialist?"

"No."

"because I love breasts.  I love them.  I love the shape, the feel,
their purpose."

"You're sick!  You became a breast cancer doctor just to look at
women's breasts?"

"Not just to look..."

He started to rub her boobs.

"Britney, there is only one thing I love more than breasts, and that's
breasts with lumps in them.  Cancerous lumps."

"Oh my God..."

"I have never seen such a perfect, beautiful pair of breasts filled
with so many lumps.. so many tumors.  Do you know how this feels?
They need me, Britney, you're breasts need me!  If I don't help them,
if I don't get out the cancer, the lumps will kill you" Britney
noticed a bulge in his pants. he was absolutely excited.  "I want to
rub my cock in them, Britney, in your lumps.  I want to feel the
cancer against my dick.  You have so many... oh my, so many lumps..."

"If I do this, you'll save my breasts?"

"Yes.  I will tell your parents the tests came back much better than I
thought, and we can just remove the tumors."

"And you just want to hump my breasts?"

"Yes."

Britney laid back, then lifted her fuzzy white sweater.

"Oh God..." the doctor whispered. he removed his pants, and pulled out
his throbbing cock.  "push your breasts together..." he instructed
Britney.  Not only was she a virgins vaginally, but also a virgin in
her breasts.  She had never been titty-fucked, because she had never
had the cleavage to do so. now, as she pushed her breasts together,
she formed a nice long tunnel for the doctor.  She felt some lumps
push into each other, but she knew the doctor would like that.  He
mounted her, and pushed his cock inward.

"So many..." he whispered.  "So big.." she wasn't sure if he meant the
breast themselves or the lumps of cancer."  She felt his hot cock push
into the tumors.  He humped her chest for a few minutes, sounding like
he was going to cum at any second.  But, he was careful. he took his
cock in hand, and pushed it into every visible lump in her breast. he
pressed the tip against them, evidently enjoying the harder, tougher
feel of the skin directly above the cancer.

"I love your breasts!  I love your cancer-filled breasts!" eh moaned.
He returned his cock to her lumpy tunnel of cleavage.

"I guess I will at least till be a virgin."  Britney said.

"What?  What?"  You're a virgin?"

"Yes.  Why?"

"Take of your skirt and panties.  Take them off now!"

"What why?"

"Because I am going to fuck you, Britney!  I have titty-fucked and
regular-fucked women with lumps in their breasts, but never a virgin
with many lumps in he r breasts!  I have o do this.  I have to!  Such
a beauty you are, and with so many lumps!"

Britney knew she couldn't argue. if she wanted to save her breasts,
she would have to let this man penetrate and fuck her.  She had wanted
so badly for the first man to make love to her to be Paul.  But he
probably wouldn't even want her with reduced breasts.  She could see
Sandy laughing at her, making fun of her again-small chest.  She cried
out as she pulled her skirt off her legs.  The doctor helped, and then
he hungrily yanked down her panties, licking her exposed cunt for a
moment before sliding into position.

As he fucked Britney, the doctor groped and squeezed the lumps in her
breasts.  He seemed so thoroughly turned on, while Britney cried.  His
cock hurt her, but not as much as the squeezed lumps did. the cancer
was still getting worse, and slowly more painful.

"Don't worry." eh said.  "I'm not going to cum in your pussy, I'm
going to cum on your lumps."  He thrusted hard, his face twitched with
pleasure.  Britney felts her breasts fling up and down as he rammed
her, and wondered what sex would feel like when she was back to her A
cup.

The doctor was true to his word. he pulled out of Britney, squeezing
his cock, and moved up on her.  He pointed his dick at her biggest
lump, and rubbed it a few times.  Britney felt hot sperm splash on her
tits, onto her cancer.  The warm feeling actually felt good.  The
doctor began rubbing her breasts, spreading his seed over her entire
breasts, rubbing it into each cancerous ump.

"Thank you." he said.  "Thank you so much."

"Just save my breasts."  Britney said, as she pulled the white fuzzy
sweater back down.  Now it wasn't used to hide her larger breasts, it
was used to cover the sperm that was covering them.

Britney's parents were allowed back in after another minute of
cleaning up.

"Good news!" the doctor said.  "I ran the tests!  Britney's lumps are
not as advanced as I feared!  We can just remove the lumps, and her
breasts can stay!"

"Are you sure?" her mother asked.

"positive.  I had spoken with her, convincing her that complete breast
removal was best if they tests had come back as I feared, but they
came back much better than I expected."

"That's wonderful!" her mother exclaimed.

Britney underwent surgery the next day to remove thirty-five cancerous
lumps from her breasts.  Britney hadn't thought about asking the
doctor if he should still actually run more tests.  She didn't think
to point out that he had never seen such an aggressive case.

Three weeks later, Britney awoke in bed.  Everything had appeared ok
after the lumps were cut away that terrible night in the past.  The
dance had come and gone, and Paul wound up taking Sandy.  Britney was
back to her small breasts, but, they were her breasts, and she would
have to learn to love them.  "Better to be alive, small breasted and
without Paul" she thought "than to be dead."

She was adorned only in her panties, and in her white silk A cup bra,
which now housed her operated-on bosom easily.  It was again her
favorite.  She would have a few scars from the removal procedure, but
her breasts would otherwise be normal.

As she stirred in bed, her hands went to her breasts.  She was till
half-asleep, and her mind was in the midst of a daydream.  She saw
herself again, large breasted and inspiring men to masturbate.  She
saw women look at her with envy and scorn.  She saw her magnificent
cleavage proudly on display in a tight summery yellow dress.  No bra
was present, the boobs were firm enough on their own to look perfect,
though her nipples poked through the fabric.  As she looked at
herself, she could hear a voice off in the distance, a voice she could
understand at first, but it was becoming clearer.  "You have... you
have... you have..." the final words became clear.

"You have breast cancer."

At that moment, Britney realized she was rubbing her left breast, and
it felt larger than it should have.  She opened her eyes, and looked
at her hand on the silk cup.  She undid the clasp, and pulled the
fabric away from her breasts, revealing a quarter-sized, tough, firm
lump.

The thought now came to her that the doctor was too titillated to do
his duties the night he diagnosed her.  He was inexperienced with so
much drug and so much cancer as well.  Had he run the tests, he would
have seen the Britney's breasts did, in fact, need to be removed.  The
operation had left a tiny, tiny portion of cancer still in her breast.

And now it was completely back.

Britney sat in bed, sobbing.  Maybe he did know she had to lose her
breasts. maybe it was all part of a plan.  If she were gone, she could
never tell anyone what he had done to her.

Britney died of breast cancer three months later.  She had four lumps
in her breasts, which had grown quite large, requiring her to be
buried in a B Cup.

Most girls would have killed to have Britney's looks.  Britney died
for hers.

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