Page 2 of Mountain Dr.'s Sweet Thing

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“Fuck you!” I yell in Steven’s face before pulling the handle of the passenger side door to get the hell out of his truck.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so sensitive.”

I whirl back to face him. “Sensitive? Fucking sensitive? You think calling me fat and repeating how small my tits are is okay?” I spit out, boiling with anger.

“That’s not what I said-”

I interrupt him. “Right, sorry.You’d look so much better if you lost weight, babe,” I singsong sarcastically. “And maybe you could buy one of those push-up bras,” I add, repeating his earlier words. “Fuck. You. I’m done with your shit.”

His eyes grow wide. Yeah, he didn’t think Little Miss Quiet and Chubby had it in her.

“Are you serious right now?” I open the truck door and climb out. “If you go, that’s it. We’re done.”

I slam the door, not even sparing him one last glance.

“Well, fuck you too, bitch!” Steven yells, before speeding away.

Good fucking riddance!

I stomp inside my modest house and go directly to the kitchen counter. A small metal box sits there with the herbs I bought online.I’ll fucking show him what he’s missing out on.I pour water into the electric kettle and start it. Five minutes later, I raise my mug to the door, toasting my dipshit ex, and take my first sip of Miracle Tea…

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After a couple of days of drinking the herbal concoction, I start feeling tingles in my chest. At first I’m not sure if anything is really happening. I wonder if maybe it’s all in my head, or if my period is coming early. But at the end of the first week, I can’t deny it: my boobs are bigger! I realize it when I’m getting dressed one morning and my bra can barely contain my enlarged breasts. Yeah, they feel a little tender, but they’re beautiful! Full and round. I think I went a whole cup up! This is insane! I stand there flabbergasted, cupping my tits, squeezing them a little,turning this way and that, staring in the mirror at my newly acquired pair of knockers. This is fucking crazy!

I go online and order a couple of larger cup size bras from my favorite store. But a few days later, I realize I should have waited… My chest got even bigger! In about ten days, I went from a B cup to what I’m pretty sure is a small D. Fucking insane.

But you know how they say stop while you’re ahead? I should have stopped right then and there. The instructions on the tea clearly state to not go over two weeks of consumption to avoid the increased risk of side effects. But I’m on a fucking roll. I look and feel amazing, with the rack I’ve always dreamed of. Who knows if the effects are not gonna reverse once I stop? And just how big can my boobs get with this thing?!

So I keep drinking the tea…

Two

Jackson

I lower my head, stepping inside The Wild Spot, our local bar, one shoulder at a time. Like most men in my family, I’m a big motherfucker. People joke that one of our ancestors must have mated with a grizzly up the mountain. Guess I can see it. There’s always been a wild, dark side to me. Something primal and untamed. Something I’ve tried pushing down for most of my life. Twisted desires and obsessive thoughts. And now that I’m back in town, the one obsession I thought I had control over has grown back tenfold.

My eyes automatically go behind the bar, searching, and there she is. Ashley Samba. My forever girl. The one I was never brave enough to approach when we were younger. The one who stayed with me even when I was away. The woman who haunts my dreams, my fantasies, and makes me wish things were different. ThatIwas different. Not some twisted, fucked up motherfucker, but the guy she deserves. Someone who has his head screwed on right.

I might love my small town, our mountain, my family, but I came back here for Ashley. The whole time I was away, I hoped my feelings for her would die down. That maybe it was just a stupid teenage infatuation I’d get over, meet someone else and move on. But every time I returned home, each time I saw her, it was like a fucking punch to my gut. My girl. Mine, mine, mine. So after I got my degree, instead of accepting one of the great offers I had in the Bay Area, I chose to come back to Wild Pines. And I was lucky that my return coincided with the local GP retiring.

I’m not gonna lie, part of me thought this could be my chance. I let myself foolishly hope. Then I found out Ash was dating one of our former schoolmates, and I took it as a sign to keep my distance and leave the woman of my dreams alone. At least as much as I can…

I take a deep breath and make my way to the bar, the small crowd parting for me like everywhere I go. I’m the tallest and biggest motherfucker in any room. I played offensive tackle both in high school and college. I’m still more than three hundred pounds of heavy muscle and hard body. I would fucking crush Ashley. But she’s so goddamn beautiful, I can’t help thinking about her, fantasizing about what it would be like if we could be together. How I’d fucking worship and cherish her. Make love to her, fucking wreck her for any other man. My huge hands ball into fists and I have to take a couple of deep inhales to rein it in.Fucking get yourself together, Jax. Ashley is a gorgeous, kind, hard-working woman. She doesn’t need some fucked-up, twisted motherfucker like me in her life. Maybe not, but it’s not like I can fucking stay away. Especially lately. There’s something different about my girl. And I see exactly what it is. I’m a fucking physician. I studied and work with the human body. Ashley’s breasts grew… a lot. And I can tell it was not by the addition of some silicone props.

I see how other men are showing her more interest than they used to, and it’s fucking killing me. I wanna fucking rip their heads off for daring to even look at my girl. They might think she just got better bras, but I know. I’ve noticed how much bigger her tits got in the last couple of weeks. I fucking stalk the woman, so… And it’s not that there was anything wrong with her breasts before. They were perfect, small, round globes I’ve been salivating about for decades. But seeing her like this? With her breasts pushing the limits of her tops… I can barely contain myself and not jump over the bar to throw her on my shoulder and walk us out of here, leaving all these motherfuckers in the dust. She’s fucking mine, always has been, for as long as I started showing interest in girls.

I’ve been beating my shit raw since I was a teenager to mental images of Ash’s sweet smile and fucking perfect curves.

But that’s all I can ever have from her. Memories. I can never touch her. She can never know. Because what I want deep inside… Ash would run off if she knew all the nasty shit I wanna do to her…

“Hey Jax,” my sweet girl greets me, gifting me one of her gorgeous smiles, and my heart swells, pushing the limits of my barrel-sized chest.

“Hey,” I grunt out. “Usual, please.”

I wanna punch myself in the face. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t even have a normal conversation with the woman. Fuck me.

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