Bet Her Not 3

Happy Friday, everyone! I'm back, finally, and with new captions!

This has been a very busy few months, but I am at last getting a little spare time again, and I've been trying to get back into writing. Today I've got a new sequel to my Bet Her Not series from last year.

Also, several weeks ago Adobeman sent me some age-regression comic-stories he's made, and said I can post them here as a guest post. But I haven't been able to figure out how to post PDFs here. I may just have to put them on my Google Drive and post links here, unless someone knows how to upload documents to blogger directly.

Anyway, enough catching up, on to the caption!

(I'd strongly recommend reading Bet Her Not 1 and Bet Her Not 2 first)

Bet Her Not 3

“Your seat is right here, ma'am.”

Tiffani Wiffeneye winced at the flight attendant's harsh tone, wanting to apologize for his appearance but the woman was already gone down the aisle.

“Do I really have to wear this the entire flight,” he hissed at Jenna, as she took her seat next to the window.

“And every flight after this one, Toots,” Jenna reminded him, smirking as she used one of his 'preferred' pronouns. “A bet's a bet.”

“I know, I know. I just didn't realize it was going to piss off the flight staff so much,” he whispered, as the attendant suddenly pushed her cart past, nearly hitting his elbow without so much as a glance back at him.

Tiffani had just been promoted after a record quarter to the top sales position in the company. The position would take him all over the country on near-daily flights, and thanks to yet another lost bet, he'd be flying in a stewardess costume, at least until Jenna thought up something more humiliating for him.

Oh well, at least I'm free of those absurd implants, he reminded himself, feeling more cheerful. He'd managed to avoid coming in last place in the company 5K run, and true to her word, Jenna had indeed let him get his formerly G-cup implants exchanged with a more manageable set.

“So, your new boobs still sore?” Jenna asked, smirking.

“Nah, and my back feels better already,” he answered, as the plane started down the runway. “Still sore over losing the promotion?”

Jenna shrugged nonchalantly, but he could tell he'd scored a hit. “My sales were consistently better than yours, you just had a lucky quarter. And frankly, the company needed someone to show off how 'inclusive' they are. Pride month and all that. Frankly, I bet you'd have never gotten promoted over me if you didn't have that dick.”

“Well, that's one bet I'm not going to risk,” he smirked.

Smiling to himself, he pulled out his pink phone and began a chorus of moans and gasps, as he quickly set up a playlist for the long flight home, hardly noticing the strange looks he was getting from the other passengers.

“Still, I'm glad we got to go on this trip, even if it was to get rid of those giant implants of yours,” Jenna said, as he looked up from his phone, tongue shoved deep into a cheek. “I've never been to the Bahamas before. And I needed a vacation anyway, even if I am the one paying for it.”

He'd spent the 'vacation' in bed, recovering from surgery, but grunted in agreement, then winced as his phone automatically deleted a song. “Dammipht!” he grunted, tongue still in cheek, and began rebuilding his playlist.

They'd ended up having to head out of the country to get his new implants; apparently it had been too soon since his last surgery, and no accredited hospital in the states would let him go under the knife again so soon. Even though the last two weeks had been fairly painful for him, he was happy to be back to a 'mere' C-cup again.

The plane finished taxiing to the runway and soon took off, as the four hour flight back home began. As the jet roared upwards into the sky, Tiffani felt first his ears pop, then, strangely, a button pop on his ridiculous new outfit.

Rolling his eyes, he fumbled with the button, but could barely get it to snap back in place.

“Problems?” Jenna asked, glancing slyly at her roommate and coworker.

“No, I--” he began, then frowned as the button popped again. The jet began to level out, but was still climbing rapidly. Suddenly, another button popped free. “What the—Jenna?! My tits?! They're growing!!!!”

Passengers began to turn in their seats, glancing back at the feminized man's outburst.

“Shush, dollface, or you'll cause a riot,” Jenna giggled, as Tiffani's chest swelled, already well past a D-cup.

He glared at her, as it became clear she wasn't surprised by his suddenly growing breasts. “What the hell is going on, Jen?!”

“Nothing, it's totally natural. Well, not natural, but you know what I mean.” She smirked as he fumbled uselessly to rebutton his top. “So, remember when I said you're new implants were gelled silicone? Well, that was a bit of a white lie. They're actually something called 'Bubble Juice' implants.”

“What?!”

She ignored his outburst. “Bubble Juice. It's actually a gel, not a liquid, so the name isn't very accurate. Anyway, they were supposed to be more pliable than so-called jelly bear implants, but even more durable. They were popular with some pornstars for a few months, but unfortunately, they turned out to have some... interesting bugs.”

Tiffani wanted to demand she explain, but suddenly his top exploded open, as his breasts erupted outward, straining against his now far-too-small sports bra. The bra stretched to hold in the rapidly inflating melons, but only just barely managing to contain the pair.

A small black line on the bra stretched out, and to his surprise, words were becoming visible as the line was pulled farther and farther to each side.

“MILE HIGH CLUB RECRUITER!!” he gasped aloud, as his breasts surged to even greater volume as the jet finally hit cruising altitude. He was even bigger than his previous G-cup proportions! And still growing!!

“Wow, the online reviews were right! Those things are incredible!” Jenna giggled with glee, as he fought to hold in his breasts. He didn't know if she meant the ridiculous sports-bra, or his new implants.

Jenna pulled out her own phone and began recording the moment for posterity, as more and more passengers took in the sight.

“JENNA?!!” Tiffani growled, “What the fuck is happening to me?!”

“Huh? Oh, right. So, basically Bubble Juice turns out to have a small problem. The pseudo-gel is highly carbonated with CO2 gas suspended into material to lower the weight of the implants. It works really well. But unfortunately when the implants are moved into an area of lower atmospheric pressure, the gas leaves solution, forming bubbles in the gel core, turning it into foam.” She paused, smiling as she zoomed the camera into his chest. “Into a LOT of foam, actually. You're way bigger than a G-cup now, like maybe J or K level!”

Tiffani stared in horror at her, as his hands sank into his taut, but surprisingly spongy breasts.

Jenna just smiled evilly. “They'll swell as the air pressure drops with the growing altitude, like a living barometer. Pity you got that promotion, you'll be spending half your day in the air from now on.”

That thought sent a shiver down his spine, as the jet banked, rising slightly higher as it turned toward the mainland. His bra stretched a bit more.

She winked at him. “And it's only temporary. You'll shrink right back when we land at home.”

He glanced out the window at the island a mile below, as a thought finally came to him. At sea level his breasts were mere C-cups, now he was bigger than ever. But that meant....

“Dammit Jenna, we live in Denver!!!!?!!!”

*****

I hope you all enjoyed the new caption/story. I have a second caption ready, though I'm not as happy with it. But the photomanips I made for it (some time ago) came out very well, I think. I figured you all were a little tired of my renders, and might appreciate some morphs again.

I'll post that caption tomorrow, and hopefully have figured out how to handle Adobeman's age-regression PDFs as well.

Thanks to everybody for being patient with me this year, my new job has taken up way more of my time than I expected, and I've had some difficulty with other things in real life these last several weeks. I'm going to try to get back into regular posts again, finally. I have more stuff already in the works.

- B-Rex