Chapter 5: Inflating the Fitness Bitch

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

“Those are magnificent tits,” I groaned as the sight of Natalie’s new G-Cup breasts.

She was no longer that flat-chested, A-Cup beauty before. She went from a 9 to a 12. Perfection achieved thanks to those silicone implants. They were large and ripe and as perky as the rest of the redhead cutie.

The young woman beamed at me, “I’m so glad you love then, Sir.” She bounced on her feet, the tits heaving before her. They were so large on her slender and nubile frame. That just made them seem even bigger. “Ooh, this will take some getting used to.”

“Are you happy with them?” I asked.

“I am!” she said. “Because I can see how happy you are with them.”

She was a remarkable, young woman. I met her a month ago at Amazons, an all-women’s gym. She had been running the front desk. I wast here looking for a woman to make into my new bitch, a pet to walk around on a leash. I needed someone hot, in great shape, and who had a terrible personality. Natalie, on the other hand, had an amazing one. So bright and happy. She wanted to help me.

I didn’t have to use my mind-control powers on her. That was the amazing part. I didn’t order her to get a pair of fake tits. Just like I didn’t order her to tie up the bitch and spank her ass red. Natalie believed bitches had to be punished just like me.

Rude people. Obnoxious men. Complaining women. Assholes. Bitches. Dicks. Cunts. They all deserved to be adjusted by my powers. I loved coming up with new ways to humiliate and punish those who have offended me.

And now I had a protege. Natalie couldn’t mind-control people, but she still learned. She still was at my side watching me punish those who needed it, often suggesting her own novel ways. Sometimes, I would just let her play and bask in what she came up with.

She especially liked to punish bitches. Women who looked down on others. Sneered at them. Belittled and insulted. She had been a gymnast in high school. She had a rough time. From the coach’s daughter to her own step-sister had bullied her.

She wanted revenge. She deserved revenge.

“Damn,” I said, shaking my head at those tits.

“And, as you can see, no scaring,” said Dr. Blumenthal. He pointed to her underboobs. “The new techniques for recovery minimize or even eliminate scaring. The best silicone implants. No cheap knockoffs from a backdoor, Tijuana boob job. These will last her all her life.”

“Good, good,” I said and then cupped them. I squeezed them, marveling over them. They were just perfect. They felt so amazing in my hand. I dug my fingers into them, my grin groaning and growing. “Yes, these are perfect, Doctor.”

“I’m glad you’re satisfied,” Dr. Blumenthal said, a big smile on his lips.

“So satisfied. You deserve a reward.” I grinned at Natalie. “Right?”

She nodded. “May I suggest it?”

“Of course.”

She landed in and whispered in my ear. Her idea had me groaning, my fingers clenching into the plump flesh of her fake titties. My dick swelled to full girth. I turned to the doctor. Her suggestion was too good to pass up.

“Dr. Blumenthal, when you have a patient unconscious for a cosmetic surgery, before you start any incisions, why, feel free to fuck her. To just slide your cock into her pussy and pump away. Flood her with all the cum you want. If you find her hot, have fun. No one will care.”

“Thank you,” he said, grinning. “There have been a few.” His eyes glanced to Natalie. “Obviously, only my dick gets to go in her,” I said.

“Of course, of course,” the plastic surgeon said.

I grinned. My powers were so amazing. People would accept what a mind-controlled person did. I wouldn’t have to tell the nurses and whoever else is in the OR that it’s okay for him to fuck the unconscious woman. Even if the woman later found out, she would accept it as perfectly acceptable. I had no idea how my powers worked, but I was glad I had them.

I offered Natalie my arm. “So, I found Sina.”

A shiver ran through Natalie’s expression. “Is it time? Are we going to punish her?”

I grinned and led her from the doctor’s office. The bitch waited in the halls. I couldn’t remember her real name, but she had earned the title in the gym last month. Now she held her leash, a jump rope tied about her throat, in her mouth. I took it and she crawled on the other side of me, happy in her new life, her butt plug tail wagging in her wake.

Natalie

I had never been so excited in my life. The Man had arranged it all. My mysterious master and lover. He didn’t need a name. Was beyond something as tawdry as one. He was the Man. If he wanted something, he got it. His powers were amazing. He used them on everyone but me.

I didn’t need to be controlled to be obeyed.

“There it is,” I moaned.

The Waterside Gym. We had flown on a private jet hallway across the country to find Sina. We had been on the same gymnastic team in high school. She always called me fat. Clumsy. I had a healthy weight. She was skinny as a rail, her ribs poking through, but she was petite, so the coach let her get away with it.

I went to the doors but he stopped me. “We need to get you ready,” he said and sank down on a park bunch. The sun was warm here. The breeze off the nearby lake cool on my skin. “You have to be perfect.”

“I thought I was perfect, Sir,” I said, trembling.

“Perfect for her punishment,” he said and pulled down on the athletic shorts he wore.

His massive cock popped out. He had no problem unveiling it in public. No one would object to what he did. I licked my lips at it. I shivered in the tight boob tube I wore that cupped my new artificial titties and the short skirt that swirled about my thighs.

I didn’t have to be told. I peeled off my boob tube right here on the street. A passing man glanced at my exposed tits as he swept by. I shuddered, my nipples were so hard as the mind-controller watched me. His eyes stared at my large tits. They were so huge now. I had to adjust to them. My balance felt off.

But it was worth it for the joy in his eyes.

I smiled at him as I peeled off my skirt. I wore no panties beneath. My pussy shaved and gleaming. I stepped out of my skirt and sauntered to him on my heels. My large tits had a plump and perky bounce to them, the silicone jiggling in them.

“Perfection,” he groaned.

“Thank you, Sir,” I moaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

“No, turn around. Sit that cunt on my cock. You’re going to need to have so much cum in you.” My pussy clenched. I dripped wet already from anticipating punishing Sina. I turned around. My rump wiggled from side to side and then sat down on his lap. I went slow, feeling for his cock. His tip nudged against my pussy lips.

Feeling it in position, I impaled myself down his dick with a load and throaty groan of delight. I engulfed his cock. I took him to the hilt. I groaned, clenching about him. My large breasts smacked together as the pleasure flowed through my body.

I squirmed to get comfortable on his dick. My pussy clenched around him. My breasts rose and fell, the pleasure delicious. I leaned back into his chest and shuddered as his hands slid up my body to my fake titties.

He dug into the silicone, squeezing and kneading.

“Sir!” I moaned in breathy and throaty delight. “Oh, sir, I love having your cock in me.” “Mmm, show me,” he growled.

I flexed my thighs and lifted my pussy up his cock. I landed forward, planting my hands on his knees to help leverage my hips upward. I felt the strain in my muscles, but I was in excellent shape. My body toned and fit.

I swirled my cunt around his cock, purring out to the passing pedestrians who didn’t pay any attention to us fucking. I slammed my cunt back down his cock. I gasped at how deep he reached into my pussy.

“Oh, Sir, I love your cock in me!” I moaned, squeezing tight around him as I rose up again. “Mmm, you have such an amazing dick.”

“And you have such a delicious cunt,” he growled. “Work out all that cum. You need every drop for this.”

“I do,” I moaned and plunged own his cock again. And again.

I worked my hips. I squeezed my cunt as I slid up his cock. I swiveled around, stirring him about in my twat. I savored the feel of him. The thickness of his dick. Then I rammed down him again. I savored that heat. I took him to the hilt.

My butt-cheeks smacked against his thighs. My tits jiggled in his hand. The feel of the Man’s cock in my pussy sent a thrill rippling through me. I moaned out my joy, letting everyone passing us by know how amazing his cock is.

“It’s just the best!” I moaned to a cute girl with a nice pair of tits. “His cock! Oh, yes, yes, it’s the best cock you’ll ever fuck!”

She glanced at me and smiled politely.

My thighs flexed. I worked my cunt up and down his dick. I squeezed about him, savoring his girth. He felt amazing in my cunt. Just the best. I had to cum. I had to explode. I whimpered and moaned, the bliss surging through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Ooh, that’s an amazing cock. Sir! Sir! I’m going to cum on this dick.” “You better milk out every drop of cum in my balls!” he growled, his fingers digging into my tits.

“Is that even possible?” I moaned. “I’m willing to find out, Sir!”

“So am I,” he growled, his fingers digging into my tits. “Shit, work that cunt, slut. That’s the best pussy there is.”

Joy surged through me. “I have the best pussy in the world!”

Another woman walking by gave me a polite nod.

I slammed my cunt down his cock and then slid back up him. I flexed my thighs. I worked my hips. The silky friction built and built in me. His fingers found my nipples. He twisted them. I groaned, squeezing my cunt around his cock.

The pleasure flared in my cunt. I trembled on him and slammed back down his cock again. I bottomed out on him and then slid back up. The pleasure felt so amazing in me. I would howl out to the moon.

I would have the best orgasm on his cock.

My hair danced around my face. The pleasure surged through me. I squeezed my cunt around his dick, the bliss mounting in me. I whimpered, squeezing my cunt around his dick. The heat swelled and swelled in my twat, my breasts bouncing and heaving.

“That’s it!” the mind-controller growled. “Work that pussy. Let me feel you cum on my dick.”

“Yes, Sir!” I howled.

Came

I slammed my spasming pussy down his cock. I arched my back, rubbing into his chest. The pleasure rippled out of my cunt and bathed my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I groaned and gasped, the ecstasy bursting through my mind. My pussy went wild, writhing and spasming around his dick.

He growled. His fingers twisted my nipples. The Man came in me.

Hot cum fired into my pussy. It splashed against my cervix. His thick cock plugged up my cunt as his jizz pumped over and over into me. It was such a thrill to experience. I trembled on his lap as my cunt spasmed around his cock, milking him.

“Sir! Sir!” I groaned. “Oh, I love it when you cum in me, Sir!”

“Fuck!” he growled. “You’re going to take it all!”

“Every drop, sir!” I moaned, my pussy spasming harder.

I trembled and squirmed on his dick. His cum kept erupting. Ten spurts. Eleven. He didn’t go dry like a normal man. He could keep cumming and cumming, just pumping load after load of his spunk into a woman’s pussy.

My pussy.

He twisted and twerked my nipples. He stretched out my fake tits as my pussy drank in his cum. His jizz spilled into my womb now, forced past my cervix. It sloshed in there. I loved it, my body trembling on his lap as he kept cumming.

With his thick dick plugging up my cunt, there was no where else for my jizz to go but my womb. And when that was filled, it stretched. I groaned as my belly began to expand. I placed my hands on it, feeling my cum-baby forming.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, savoring the thrill of being inflated by the mind-controller’s jizz. “Oh, Sir, yes, yes, blow me up!”

“Fuck,” he growled, still erupting. The pleasure still slammed through his body.

My belly inflated more and more. My cum-pregnancy grew and grew. I groaned as he filled me up with so much jizz. I shuddered as he pumped more in me than he’d ever had in my life. I whimpered, stroking my swollen stomach.

I looked six months pregnant. Seven. I groaned, feeling stretched and stretched my limits. My orgasms rolled from one to the other as his hot cum continued inflating my womb. I whimpered and moaned on his cock.

Eight months pregnant. Nine months pregnant.

“Oh, my god, Sir!” I howled bucking, shuddering. My fake tits heaved in his hands.

“That’s it!” he growled. “Oh, fuck, that’s it. Mmm, that was great, Natalie.”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Sir.” I shuddered, my eyes fluttering open and closed. “Oh, Sir, I look so pregnant.”

“Mmm, stand up and let me see.”

I groaned as I did. I felt so awkward. I slid my cunt off his big dick. He popped out with a wet plop. I squeezed my twat tight, clenching it to hold in his cum for as long as I could. I turned around, cradling my cum-baby bump.

He grinned at me, his eyes flicking up my transformed body. He nodded in satisfaction. “Now you’re perfect to punish her.”

I beamed at him.

He put away his cock while I drew back on my skirt and boob tube. My skirt clung beneath the swollen curve of my cum-pregnancy. I trembled as I took his arm. Together, we strolled across the street and into the Riverside Gym. I had to lean back and found myself adopting that pregnant woman waddle.

You had to with that much in your womb.

I opened the door for the Man, smiling for him. Him nodded to me and we slipped inside. It was a small studio that didn’t properly deserve to be called a gym. A few machines and a large space for class to be taught.

Today, Sina was teaching pilates. She was moving around her students, shaking her head. I blinked at how skinny she was. Still. She looked anorexic. She moved around with confidence in a sports bra that cradled her pair of A cup titties and a pair of jogging shorts that showed off her slender, though toned thighs. You could see her ribs. She had a fit body, but she could easily stand to gain ten pounds and still look hot.

“Come on, fatty,” she hissed at woman with a muffin top. She wasn’t that overweight. Maybe twenty pounds. Hardly fat. “You want to burn those calories. Or do you want to be a walking tub of lard.”

“I’ll go faster, Sina,” the woman whimpered and worked faster.

“And look at you, thunder thighs,” snapped Sina at a woman who had a chubby thighs. But they weren’t nearly as bad. “Let’s get the flab off those legs. Get them toned and tight. I want all you fat bitches as skinny as me. I want you starving. Look at you all. You’re disgusting.”

Sina shook her head, her dark hair sweeping behind her, gathered in a pony tail by a pink scrunchy. A sneer crossed her lips as she stopped before one woman that had not a bit of fat on her that I could see. A healthy weight.

“Come on,” hissed Sina. “You are ten pounds too far. Let’s get that flag off that belly. If you don’t look at me, then you’re a disgusting pig. I might as well just grab your hair and bring you to the trough. You want that?”

“N-No,” the woman said.

“Sina!” I hissed. “Why are you such a bitch!”

Sina’s head shot up. Her eyes narrowed as they stared at me. “Natalie? Look at you. I knew you were a porker. You got fattened up, didn’t you. Haven’t been skipping a single meal. Been asking for seconds and thirds, huh. God, look at you. Flabby tits and so much lard on your stomach.”

“Lard!” I hissed “There’s not an ounce of lard on my body. Do I look fat!”

“She looks pregnant,” the fit woman doing pilates said.

“Pregnant is just another way of being fat, Natalie.”

I glared at her. “Then do something about it,” I said and pulled off my boob tube. “Right now, cunt!”

Everyone in the room gasped as my big tits came into view. I didn’t have the mind-controller’s powers. They all so this as bizarre. Strange. I didn’t care. I shoved down my skirt next, my cum-pregnant belly swaying before me along with my big tits. I almost lost my balance. I was so top-heavy right now.

“What do you think you are doing!” demanded Sina, such disgust on her voice. “Like anyone wants to see that fat and ugly body of yours!”

“Fat!” I hissed. “My body is perfect. Right, Sir.”

He grinned and said. “It is perfect. Sina, you look hungry. When did you last eat?”

“I had a hard boiled egg,” she said. “I’m good.”

“No, you’re starving,” the mind-controller continued, a big grin on his face. He was eager for the punishment. “You need protein. And there’s a lot of protein in cum. And wouldn’t you know, Natalie has a womb full of cum that you’re hungry to eat. So get down on your knees and use that foul mouth of yours for something producing.

“Eating cum.”

“God, I am starving,” Sina said. She rushed towards me. “Is there really a bunch of cum in your twat?”

“More than you can imagine,” I said, glancing at the mind-controller.

My old bully, that anorexic bitch, was eager to gorge on cum. The Man’s cum. I shuddered in delight as Sina grabbed my hips and then buried her face into my pussy folds. Her mouth rubbed hot across my twat. Her tongue licked out, parting my folds.

I shuddered at the feel of her stroking tongue. She dug out the cum that was in my pussy, but I had so much more. I groaned and relaxed my grip. The jizz in my depths flowed out of me. I could feel it spilling down my pussy canal and into her mouth.

I fed her pussy-soaked jizz.

But that would run out fast. I needed to give her this vast reservoir of cum that dwelled in my womb. I grinned as I placed my hands on my belly and pushed. I squeezed on my womb. My cervix burst with pleasure as the cum gushed out of my depths.

It flooded through my cunt, stimulating my flesh, and then poured into the bitch’s mouth. I shuddered in delight as she groaned. I stared down at her eyes, glimpsing her between my new huge tits.

“That’s it,” I moaned. “Mmm, eat it all up. Don’t hold back.”

“Not a single drop,” the Man said as he moved behind me.

He pressed his cock into my butt-crack. I gasped as he slid it down and down to my asshole. I groaned and kept squeezing on my womb. More and more of his cum gushed out of my womb and pussy. it stimulated me. Teased me.

His cock nuzzled at my asshole. He pushed against my anal ring as I fed my rival all the jizz she could stand. I gasped as his cock, soaked in my pussy juices, slid into my bowels. The fiery friction melted down to my cunt.

“Oh, Sir, use me!” I moaned, so thrilled to have his cock int me as I fed my rival all that salty and yummy cum.

“Mmm, she’s feasting, isn’t she?” he asked, his strong hands joining mine on my belly

. “Yes, Sir!” I gasped, squeezing down on the Man’s big dick.

He bottomed out in my asshole. He drew back his cock. My bowels clutched about him, increasing the velvety friction that flowed through my body. I savored. I whimpered and moaned, my breasts rising and falling.