Jazz - Chapter One (Patreon)

Hey, everyone! 

At the end of the most recent Endowed update, I mentioned a story which would serve as backstory for Jazz, the dancer introduced in the new chapter. 

For those of you unfamiliar, Jazz was my second relatively successful short story I posted on the OverflowingBra website years ago. Originally, I reposted the story here last year with a few updates, but I ended up taking it down as I wanted to update it in several ways, both to fit into the larger narrative and to make the story more... wholesome, I suppose? 

Perhaps that's an odd word to use to describe an exotic dancer's backstory, but there were several aspects about the original story I didn't like, such as a darker emphasis on the younger sister than I intended. She was originally meant more as a motivating factor than someone for Jazz to worry about.

The other thing I wanted to change was to make the story less about her corruption and more about her being misunderstood and underestimated, pushing her from promising high school graduate on her way to college to end up working in a gentlemen's club.

The story formerly ended before she got to the club, so this updated version will fill in the gaps. 

Like most of my stories, it will feature breast expansion, ass expansion, minor growth (a few inches in height), lactation, corruption, and nymphofication.

And now...

“This isn’t the way to the movie theater,” Isabella said as she sat up against her seat belt.

“We’re picking Matt up on the way,” Jasmine told her.

“Oh! Because he’s your boyfriend?”

“No, little sister,” Jasmine said with a sigh. “You can be friends with boys without dating them.”

“So you aren’t hooking up?”

“No, I was originally going to go with Crystal and Niv, but they canceled and I brought you two instead. Happy?”

“I guess.”

“Because I could let you out here…”

“Okay! I’m happy!”

Jasmine pulled up in front of Matt’s house and honked twice.

“Why don’t you just text?” Isabella asked.

“Because I don’t want another ticket.”

“But you aren’t driving. You’re parked.”

“Yeah, that’s what I told the cop last time.”

“Wow. Being an adult sounds kind of scary.”

“Trust me, sis, you have no idea.”

Matt ran out the front door and jogged over to their car.

“Hey, guys!” he said with a smile.

“You run funny,” Isabella told him.

“Ignore her,” Jasmine said.

“Thanks for the invite, Jazz.”

“Thanks for coming. After the girls ditched me I was feeling a little betrayed.”

“Don’t be. They only wish they were few for this! I heard this Saw was the best one since the first!”

“What!” Isabella screeched from the front seat. “You’re taking me to a slasher movie?”

“Don’t tell Mom.”

“But I haven’t even seen the first one!”

“No need,” Matt said. “I’ll give you the highlights. There’s a hammer and a saw, and they’re best friends-”

“I hope it’s bloody!” Isabella said with a grin.

The giant tub of popcorn fell in Jasmine’s lap, and she was assaulted with the salty, buttery, delicious scent.

"Have as much as you want," Matt said as he sat down next to her.

“You didn’t need to do that,” Jasmine said.

“Grabbing snacks is the least I could do after you paid for tickets.”

"Does it come with extra butter?" Isabella asked as she reached over to carry a handful past Jasmine's face.

Halfway into the movie they finished it, so Matt went to get more. No one else helped with the refill, so Jasmine was surprised when she reached into the bucket to find it all gone.

Isabella kept grabbing her arm in scary moments and closing her eyes during the gory ones, making the movie more enjoyable for the two high school seniors.

“How did you like the movie?” Jasmine asked when it finished.

“I almost peed myself like five times!” Isabella said. “Speaking of, I need to use the bathroom!”

“Have fun,” Jasmine said as she watched her sister run off and turned to Matt. “How about you?”

“I’m good.”

“I meant about the movie,” she said as she stood up.

“Oh! It was fine, I guess. I keep thinking they’ll try to do something more with the narrative than ‘here’s another twist!’ But I suppose I knew what I was getting into.”

“Yeah, why aren’t the twists good anymore?”

“Because they keep writing the twist for the audience, not for the sake of the story. No one likes to feel like they were being fucked with, we want to be in on it.”

“Huh,” Jasmine said. “So are you going to be a movie director?”

“I’d rather be a writer.”

They watched a crowd of people leaving the bathrooms, Isabella included.

“Damn, check out her tits!” a guy walking next to them said to his friends. He looked to be about college aged, making Jasmine even more defensive when she saw he was pointing at her little sister. “Not bad for an Asian!”

Jasmine wanted to say something, but couldn’t think of anything beyond calling him a pervert.

Matt beat her to it. “Dude. She’s thirteen.”

The guy and his friends spun around to look at them.

"And she's my sister," Jasmine added.

“Damn, I’m sorry. Actually, you’re hot, too,” he said.

“Thanks, pervert.” She inwardly groaned for not coming up with anything better, but it seemed to work as the group disappeared quickly.

“Isabella! Why are you wearing such a low cut top?” Jasmine asked.

“This? It’s yours,” Isabella said as she pulled out her phone.

Jasmine groaned, outwardly this time.

"What should we do now?" she asked Matt.

"I want to meet up with some friends," Isabella said without looking up.

"Isabella, it's eight at night. What friends would you hang out with?"

"I just got invited to a pool party."

“Are there boys there?”

“Like you said, boys can be friends.”

"I'm not taking you there. Mom would kill me."

"Fine, I'll ask her. It's a sleepover."

"What do you want to do?" Jasmine asked Matt.

Matt shrugged. "I can’t stay out too late. Stupid weekend job."

"It’s fine, I’ll drop you off. I got to see enough of you already," Jasmine told him.

“Mom says it’s okay!” Isabella said with a grin.

“What! There’s no way she would have let me go out when I was your age!”

"Maybe I'm smarter than you were."

"What does that have to do with it?" Jasmine and as they reached the car.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

"We're here!" Isabella said ten minutes later as she jumped out of the car. "Want to know why I'm smarter?"

"Sure, Isabella."

"Because Mom thinks I'm babysitting. Bye!"

"Seriously? And you expect me to cover for you?" Jasmine called after her.

"No, I expect you not to tell on me. And I won't tell her you took me to a slasher movie!"

Matt chuckled. "She's smarter than my little sister, I'll give her that."

“Hey, I’m hungry,” Jasmine said. “Mind if we stop at Taco Bell?”

Twenty minutes later, Jasmine found herself in front of Matt's house and noticed he seemed reluctant to go inside.

"I had fun tonight," he told her.

"Oh yeah, hanging out with me and my little sister has got to be the highlight of your week."

"It wasn't so bad. How was your burrito?"

"I should have ordered another," Jasmine said as she looked down at her steering wheel. "I don't know why I was so hungry tonight."

"Maybe you're growing," Matt offered. "Like your sister."

"What?"

"She's almost grown a foot, hasn't she?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Well, have a good night," he said as he slowly leaned over to kiss her cheek. It was the usual peck but it seemed to linger her entire drive home.

Back in her room, Jasmine was feeling uncomfortable. "What's up with you, little buddy?" she asked her stomach as she rubbed it.

She was about to take off her bra when there was a knock on her door. "Jasmine?"

"Hey, Mom," Jasmine greeted when she walked through the door. "What are you still doing up?"

"Waiting to make sure my daughter is home safe."

"So you were okay with Isabella's last minute escapades?"

"Of course. I'm proud of her for being so responsible."

Jasmine struggled to keep from rolling her eyes. She was right on the edge of telling on her little sister, but she knew it would be more useful to hold it over her head.

"Could you tell her to stop wearing my clothes?" Jasmine said instead. "Today a group of college guys were whistling at her at the movies. She shouldn't be dressing like an eighteen year old."

"On that we agree. Actually, I've been thinking of taking her off her 'vitamins'."

"What do you mean?"

"Your sister was undersized for her age, so the doctor put your sister on a hormone regimen to kick start her puberty."

"Really? So that’s why she grew almost a foot in the past year?”

“Exactly. She was already self conscious about her size, so I’ve been putting them in her vitamin bottle."

"Ohhh," Jasmine said. “That’s why you’re always reminding her to take them.”

"Right. And now that she’s caught up with you, I’m going to switch them out with the actual vitamins you take."

Jasmine nodded. "Sure, although I'm out myself."

"Alright, I'll pick some up tomorrow."

"Sounds good, Mom.”

“Plus, can you imagine what will happen when your sister actually hits puberty?”

“What?” Jasmine asked. “I thought that’s what the pills were for?”

“It is. The kick start worked, but now the process begins.”

Jasmine frowned. Her little sister, who was five years her junior, had already caught up to her height and basic body shape, could leave her in the dust?

“Well, goodnight,” Jasmine’s mom said as she walked out the room and left the door ajar as always. Jasmine listened to her mom enter the bathroom where she grabbed the bottle of ‘vitamins’ and carried them downstairs.

Jasmine followed at a distance and waited until her mom disappeared into her room before walking downstairs herself. She grabbed a glass of water and filled it from the fridge as an alibi before starting her search. First, she opened the trash lid. Not seeing the bottle as expected, she dug around to find it hidden under a milk carton.

“So you’re the reason I’ve been so hungry lately,” she said to the bottle.

She opened the container and eyeballed the contents, realizing there were more than she could fit in one hand, so she grabbed a ziplock bag and poured out the pills into it. She replaced the bottle in the same hiding spot behind the milk carton, grabbed her drink of water and rushed back upstairs. On the way, she tried to think how long it had been since she’d run out of her vitamins and started taking her sister’s pills without realizing their purpose. Two weeks? Three?

After locking the door to her room she hid the pills behind her biology textbook. Her shirt dropped to the floor, and she took a moment to study herself in the mirror.

“Hell yeah,” she whispered as she gave herself a knowing smirk. “I’ve been waiting for you babies to outgrow that bra for six years now.”

She couldn’t help but smile as she memorized the image of her breasts overflowing her B cups. Jasmine had wished for her body to catch up to the curves of the other girls on her volleyball team for years, and she was finally seeing evidence of it coming true.

Her bra was harder to unsnap than usual and was an instant relief to catch a full breath of air. She knew she had felt uncomfortable, but she didn’t realize how much it had been suffocating her. Next, her eyes dropped to her stomach, wondering where all the popcorn and fast food had gone. If anything, it had only pushed out her stomach to make her abs look even more defined.

Jasmine appreciated her toned body, the benefit of participating in three different sports throughout the year, but she had always felt it lacked a certain quality that screamed ‘feminine’ from a casual glance at the corner of your eye. She spun to the side, admiring the curve of her hips.

“Holy shit, I’m almost hot,” she said, wondering how much weight she’d put on in the past few weeks.

She looked in her palm to see one of the pills she’d put aside and wondered if there were any side effects she should worry about. She made a mental note of the past few weeks. If anything, she felt better because of it. She had more energy, she was sleeping better, she was focused.

“I'm not the kind of girl who risks taking unknown, unprescribed medication, right?” she asked her reflection. Once again, her eyes dropped to her tits and she admired their added mass along with how much rounder they now appeared.

“Screw it,” she said as she popped the pill into her mouth, grabbed her cup of water and gulped it down. “I’m not letting her win.”