This choice: Donna deserves a boost too. • Go Back...Chapter #11Donna's New Assets by: getbig   Satisfied with one major change to himself for the afternoon, Jason opens Donna's profile. Her 3D model spins into view, still wearing the cropped tank top, bikini, and bike shorts from earlier.
Donna Blackwood
Age: 24
Height: 6'
Weight: 150 lb
Chest: 32C
After the wild accidental change to Laura earlier, and a huge modification to his own history, Jason decides to start with a limited change. Thinking back to the fond memories of pining after her in high school, the choice is obvious. He bumps one slider up bit by bit, until he gets the desired effect. Donna's cup size inches upward. The model's chest pushes outward, rounder and fuller. Past D cup. Past E cup.
Chest: 32G
Four cup sizes larger than the girl who flirted with him just moments ago. He taps the button for a Historical change, and notices a new text box open after the option is selected. An opportunity to choose how history would change.
Donna has grown from her original size to her new size in the last 12 months.
He bounds the change to history, hoping to minimize serious ripple effects. Jason double checks every menu one last time, then taps "Apply Changes". A small green progress bar quickly loads to 100%.
Historical Change Complete.
He blinks a couple times. That was anticlimactic.
Only one way to find out if it worked.
It's no more than a dozen steps from the Rockwell household over to the neighbors' and then Jason is ringing the doorbell, paddle in-hand. He waits patiently on the front steps, shifting back and forth as the wait stretches from one minute to two. There's a thump inside, then the pounding of footsteps on a staircase. The deadbolt slides back, then the rattle of a lock chain.
Donna pulls the door open halfway, head peeking around the corner. Wet brown hair hangs from
"Wasn't expecting you so quickly." She pants. "Had to find something to answer the door in besides a towel."
"A towel would have worked." Jason fixes her with a half-smile.
Donna looks left and right conspiratorially. "But what would the neighbors think?"
Jason slips past her, and Donna re-locks the door.
"Besides. I wanted to show off. Remember this?"
She turns around. The black bikini is the same one Donna wore an hour ago. The same one she wore all last summer when their relationship progressed from 'polite neighbors' to 'avid fuckbuddies'. The way she fits into the skimpy fabric is far different now.
Her G-cups burst out of the fabric now. They sit heavy on her chest. Full and round, her new breasts are incredible when paired with Donna's lithe, athletic frame. The larger chest has done nothing to diminish the rest of Donna's curvy, athletic form. Twin ab lines run down her torso to strong quads and a hip dip that would make any woman jealous.
"I don't remember it fitting so tightly." Jason teases.
"I got an IUD last summer. Decided I was done with the pill, and tired of condoms. And the hormones in it just... Blew. Me. Up."
She grabs her chest with both hands, and gives her breasts a shake to punctuate the last three words.
"The doctor says this is rare but normal. Although the side effects are usually not so extreme. Said most girls who see a change will go up one cup, maybe two. He offered to switch me onto another model, or back to the pill."
She presses them together, forming an endless valley of cleavage.
"But why on Earth would I want that? I was a 36G in high school. The only part of getting fit I regretted was the way I dropped down to a C-cup. But now we are so back."
Donna strikes one last pose, hand cocked on her hip as she leans slightly toward Jason. Her breasts swing forward, looking even larger than before as they bounce gently off her ribcage with each breath.
"32G and proud." She declares.
"Incredible." Jason says the only word his mind can form.
"Thought you'd say that." Donna smoothly takes the paddle from him, and tosses it carelessly forgotten to the living room floor. Without a single glance back, she strides upstairs with a sway of her hips. The black thong bikini bottom tucks high between her strong, round bubble butt.
Follow. Every inch of her whispers.
Jason heeds the unspoken command. Taking the stairs two at a time, he catches her on the landing. More memories from last summer guide his hands, and show him what Donna needs. Two hands grab her hips, and with a gentle twist she's pressed back-first against the wall. The sultry smirk on her lips widens to a megawatt grin as he presses close, hips pinning her firmly.
Cheek to cheek, she leans forward to brush a kiss against Jason's jawline and whisper in his ear. "Oh I missed this."
"Been here the whole time." The easy jokes come effortlessly from some new well of knowledge.
"School called, cutie. You're looking at a fully-licensed physical therapist now."
He finds one bow of her top, and pulls the string free. Another searches blindly across her back for the other. He feels eager fingers teasing against needy hips as Donna unknots the bottoms herself.
"I could use an anatomy lesson." Jason pulls the last bow free, and both halves of her bikini fall to the floor.
Donna chuckles softly at the terrible joke, and pulls close to Jason. One hand slips inside his waistband, and the other tucks around his back. Jason's hard already, turned on from moment she locked the door. A strong hands wraps around his thick shaft, and starts to pump agonizingly slow along the length straining his underwear.
"Eager." Donna hums with approval.
She breathes deep, leans into the crook of his neck, then does it again. Near-gold hazel eyes dilate full, aroused, and round as she kisses a trail up and down his neck.
"And there's those pheromones." The kisses turn into a bite hard enough to leave a mark. "Strong."
Jason told every girl who got past second base about the pheromones. Wanted them to have full disclosure before sleeping with him. None had delighted in the knowledge like Donna. She wanted to know everything about them. And then once she knew everything he could tell, she wanted to be swimming in them. Long the owner of a frustratingly low sex drive, Donna revelled in the way Jason turned her on effortlessly, where even her own fingers and vibrator struggled.
His shorts and underwear joined the bikini on the landing, and Donna throws his t-shirt away with such force that it ends up somewheres downstairs. She wraps both legs around his waist, helping Jason pin her against the wall. A need pink blush has turned scarlet with arousal as her strong biceps hold tight to Jason's neck.
"I got the IUD for a reason." Her sultry voice runs thick like honey. "I tried it out on some classmates this school year. Took it for a few test drives just to make sure."
Donna's hips tilt, and the head of Jason's cock presses gently against her entrance.
"But I got it for one reason. One reason only. I want to feel you. No condom. All of you. If you're comfortable."
Donna hedges the offer, unfailingly polite.
Jason presses forward. Her eyes widen impossibly further as he fills her, inch after inch. The pheromones have her soaked already. Steadily, Jason stretches her out. Lets the deep panting breathes Donna take do the work as she stretches around him. The routine is coming back piece by piece. The magical two weeks of summer last year. The foreplay. The sex. The breathy moans that slip free just as Donna's about to fall apart.
His hips reach hers. Buried to the hilt, hip to hip, they both savor the moment. Donna is tight, stretched to the point every movement sends pleasure up Jason's cock as she twists to pull him closer.
"Fuck me." She whispers.
Jason is all too willing to oblige. With slow, even strokes, he pins her to the wall. Fuelled by adrenaline and excitement, he somehow keeps the pace even as his legs begin to shake from exertion. Donna whispers steady and encouraging in his ear. Pushes him onward until the words start to waver and get punctuated by needy gasps of pleasure.
"C-cum in me. The same time I do." Donna begs. She's past the point of composure, strands of wet hair tangled on her forehead. Teetering on the edge of the strongest orgasm she's had since last summer.
She shudders and shakes moments later. Back arching, legs locking tight around his waist. Golden eyes squeezing tight as every muscle in her body lights up with pleasure. Jason answers her breathless plea. He lets himself lose control, and his overfilled balls unload their second tidal wave of the day. He pumps rope after rope of hot, thick cum into her. His dick swells with each pump that fills her, until Donna overflows. Heavy drips of white spill onto the floor unto Jason is finally spent.
Donna lowers gingerly to the floor on unsteady legs. She looks to the pool on the floor, and to the steady river of cum running down her leg.
"Again." She declares.
Again on the bed, he fills her. Again on the kitchen counter, with Donna face-first into the sink. Again in the shower, after they get too sweaty for comfort. And again into the back of her throat, after 'just cuddling' on the bed turns into a blowjob.
"Here for two weeks again?" Jason asks once they are finally fucked-out and fully dressed. They were making up for lost time at record pace, and he would be disappointed to see her go.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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