Chapter 1

Chapter One

Ashley

I wipe down the bar, pretending to be busy, but my eyes follow Steven's gaze. My boyfriend. The guy I thought I could build something with… Stop that, Ash. It's not over yet. Things can still be fixed between you.

I swallow hard, my eyes going from the girl he's looking at, sitting at the end of the bar, to his face. He's fucking staring! And I know exactly at what. He's made enough comments about my weight and small breasts to make it clear he'd prefer I look like some real-life version of Jessica Rabbit, instead of my curvy, small-chested self.

The woman is wearing a low-cut top and her beautiful, big, round tits are on display. She's laughing loud, knocking drink after drink, chatting up a group of guys. And overall having a great time.

My heart pinches. I envy her. She's gorgeous, confident, and attracts male attention. Especially my man's. It's not that I want all the guys in the bar I work at being all over me, but it would be nice if my boyfriend was.

I swallow hard and inhale a deep breath, summoning my courage. I lay a hand on Steve's that's resting on the bar-top to get his attention.

And despite the annoyed look he turns my way, I forge on, "you should come over tonight. I'll be done soon."

His annoyance turns into a nasty expression. "Oh, yeah? For what? You gonna let me spend the night?"

He knows I won't. We've only been dating for a couple of months and with the way he's been acting lately, I really don't feel like letting him in my pants. I might be quiet, but I'm no pushover. And I definitely wouldn't have started seeing him if I'd seen this side of him before.

"We could watch a movie." I offer.

He laughs. A mean, loud sound that hits me directly in the chest.

"Netflix and chill, without the interesting part of chilling. No, thank you."

I swallow hard, humiliated by his words and how loudly he said them in public.

"I just need more time, Steve." I plead.

"Yeah, yeah. Heard that before. Okay, I'm gonna go hang with my boys. Thank you for the drink." He raises the glass I poured him and downs it. Because, of course, he has no issue enjoying the perks of dating the local bartender. "See you around, Ash."

And without waiting for my answer, he makes his way to the small group sitting at the end of the bar, joining his buds and the pretty girl with the big tits.

I discreetly wipe at the corners of my eyes, turning a brave smile to the next patron who calls for me. This is not the time or place to let my sorrow take over. I have work to do.

Later that night, I toss and turn in bed, racking my brain over what to do about Steven. I know I should break up with him. He's not worth my time, energy, or tears. And I'm definitely not in love with him. But then what? I'll be alone again. There are very few options for dating in our small town and I don't plan on moving away. Wild Pines is my home. It's the only place I've ever known and I'm happy here. My parents, siblings and friends are all here in town. And I don't see myself living in some big city, moving away just in hopes of finding a man I could build a life with.

If I'm being honest, I know Steven isn't that great of a guy. But he's here, he has a good job, never got in too much trouble, and he's one of the few men to ever ask me out. That has to count for something.

I want to be happy; I want to start a family, plant roots, build a nice, quiet life like my parents did. Have a couple of kids, work hard, have some fun. I don't think it's too much to ask.

I sigh, arranging my pillows to sit up against the headboard. There's no way I'm gonna fall asleep, anyway. Not with everything going through my mind. I grab my phone from the nightstand and start scrolling through social media. There are updates of friends' and relatives' lives, news about celebrities I follow, books I read, movies and TV shows I'm into. With a few ads thrown into the mix, about the kind of stuff I'm always looking up online. Diets, liposuction, breast enhancement… Even before Steven started making comments about my more than ample curves and small tits, I had these insecurities. I was never the pretty girl, the one men notice at first glance. But I hoped things would be different this time. I thought he really liked me. Sometimes I wonder when he even bothered asking me out in the first place.

A post catches my attention. It's one of those with before and after pictures. They're selling natural herbs and claim the women who took them saw their cup size go up by several letters. I scroll through the pictures and comments. Shit, it looks real. Maybe too good to be true, but I've got nothing to lose at this point. The stuff is not expensive, and it's natural… What bad can it do? And if it's not Steven, maybe I can attract the attention of another man. Another man, uh? The sassy voice in my head says, knowing exactly which other man I'm thinking about.

Dr. Jackson Saddler. Tall, dark, built like a fucking brick house, and so fucking handsome, he gives me butterflies and makes my pussy clench. Jax is our small town's golden boy. His family practically owns everything here. But instead of following into the steps of generations of Saddlers before him and joining one of his family's many businesses, Jackson surprised everyone by returning to Wild Pines after he became a doctor. He took over for the local general practitioner after the old man retired. Which is crazy because with his degree from Stanford, I'm sure he could have worked somewhere much fancier. Not that I'm complaining.

We're the same age, turning thirty this year, and we were in school together all the way through high school. I always looked at Jackson from afar, like most girls here. But he's the type of man who keeps to himself. Quiet guy, doesn't date or socialize much from what I can tell, but solid, reliable, and sexy as fuck. So fucking tall that he has to duck and walk sideways to get through most doors. His body, his face… Lord. I can still see him in high school, drenched in sweat after football practice or a game, his dark hair curling all over and sticking to his forehead. His stormy eyes, stern and intense. Cheeks reddened by the physical effort. His helmet dangling from the tips of his fingers on one hand. Damp jersey sticking to his muscular chest and solid stomach. And his thighs? God, that man's tree-trunk sized thighs in football pants were every-fucking-thing… Then after high school he was gone, taking away a part of my heart with him. But my crush never really died. Nope. I brink back those memories many, many nights when I slip my hand inside my panties, sliding my fingers through my wet folds, rubbing my clit, panting and making myself come to images of my big, beautiful mountain of a man. That's bad, I know. But a woman has needs. And when no one other than myself has ever been able to make me come…

And now, Jackson has been back in Wild Pines for a few months. We see each other in passing at the store or on the rare times he comes to the bar. And he's still the most beautiful man I ever met. Even taller than when he left for college. Bigger, too. With muscles all over, huge, capable hands, a stoic face, and still the same blue-green eyes and intense vibe. There's this glint in his gaze, something dark and alluring… Stop it, Ashley! You have a boyfriend. Well, it's not like I have a chance in hell with Dr. Golden Boy.

I shake myself and bring my attention back to the open tab on my phone screen. I need to let go of my fairy tale fantasies about Jackson Saddler and focus on what I can have.

I already entered all my information and payment details. My finger hovers over the confirmation button for a second. Then I click on it and toss my phone back on the nightstand. They're just fucking herbs. Can't hurt to try.

Famous last words.. .

"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…

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…