Michelle remembered the summer she finally hit puberty. Her breasts had begun budding nicely. It was an exciting time of wonder and awakening. Michelle had begun noticing boys, and she hoped the boys would notice her. She fought her mother tooth and nail about getting a bikini that summer. Her mother insisted that she get another one-piece, but Michelle, even at that age, knew that she wanted to get the most out of her new feminine features. Her mother constantly worried about Michelle being sunburned, even on overcast days. Michelle realized that, although her mother always admonished her for exposing any of her young skin to the sun, her mother rarely heeded her own advice. Her mother, although she a doctor like her father, specialized in pre-natal care. Her father worked in genetic disorders at the same hospital as her mother. Though neither of them specialized in skin care, they were militant about their children's use of sunscreen. When she was younger, it seemed her mother was always chasing her around at the beach or at the swimming pool with an oversized white T-shirt. When puberty hit, Michelle did not want to be kept under a big T-shirt anymore. At the clothing store, her mother presented her with a barrage of one-piece bathing suits. Like any child on the cusp of the teenage years, Michelle answered each suggestion with the vocabulary unique to the generation who knows everything -- "oh, please", "no way", "mother!" - each exclamation accompanied by it's own tsk, sigh or roll of the eyes. As a last resort, her mother had gone through all of the two-piece suits, focusing completely on any model designed to hide the presence of or lack of a bosom. Michelle returned the same reactions to the presentation of layers of lace, wide bandeaus and thick tube tops. Now that her breasts were making their long awaited appearance, Michelle was not about to shroud them in thick material. Finally, Michelle's resistance paid off. After spending over an hour in the store, her mother very reluctantly gave in and allowed Michelle to get a bikini, albeit one that fully covered her breasts. Michelle recalled the first time she and her friends went out to the beach. Like all young girls who's hormones had begun to flow, they were looking for boys, although they would never admit to it. Michelle loved the feel of the sun on her skin, and she especially liked wearing a bikini now that she was developing. Some days, Michelle and her friends got the attention that they were looking for. By the end of summer, the attention became almost guaranteed. In private, Michelle and her friends talked about boys -- boys they liked, boys they hated, boys on TV. In the sanctity of slumber parties they traded stories of their blossoming womanhood. Michelle and each of her friends had their tales of getting their first period, and getting their first bra. The topic of their changing bodies was always a hot one, with some of the girls still wearing training bras and wanting true brassieres, and other girls were ready for their second fitting. Over the course of that sun-drenched summer, Michelle gained the unique status of being the first one of her gang to need a third fitting. Three months of school vacation and three different bra sizes. When she had argued over the bikini top, she had only needed an A-cup, but at least it was a size. Now, heading back into school, Michelle's breasts had developed enough to require the support of a bonafide C-cup. Each time she and her mother went to purchase a new bathing suit, the arguments grew uglier and uglier. Michelle's mother began discouraging her attendance at the beach, or any of her friend's pool parties. It seemed her mother did not want her going out of doors at all now that she had breasts! That summer ended, and as the weather for wearing bikinis faded, so did the tension between Michelle and her parents. Finding herself to be the most developed girl at school, Michelle adjusted to all the attention that she received. With the other girls, she dealt with the jealousy of her endowments, leading as far as accusations of wearing falsies. With the boys, the behavior ranged from ridiculously overt politeness to vaguely masked fear. The next summer, Michelle discovered that her swimsuit was not amongst the other seasonal clothing. Somehow, it had disappeared. Another round of feuding between Michelle and her parents began. This time around Michelle's parents tried to convince her that big hats were cool. Like any self-respecting teenager, Michelle decided that a big hat would be last thing found on her head. Her mother resurrected her lecture series on sunscreen and the evils of skin damage. Expecting nothing less, Michelle had already worked out a plan. She had saved up enough money to get her own suit. The second phase of the plan was simple enough; leave the house in the one-piece her parents bought, then change at the beach or at a friend's. A few weeks into summer, the plan began to unravel as Michelle found that she was growing out of her top. She had remained a C-cup since the end of the last summer, and now her breasts appeared to be growing again. Michelle tried living in denial until her days became a routine of constantly adjusting her bra or her swimsuit top. Certainly, she wanted to show off a bit, but she did not want to be falling out of her suit all the time. For one weekend, Michelle actually wore the suit her mother had bought her. Eventually, she had to tell her mother that she needed new bras. Now she was a D-cup, and an incredible magnet for the guys at the beach. She could not, however, tell her parents that she had taken money out of her savings account just to buy another swimsuit. Michelle suspected her parents knew that something was going on. They seemed to be becoming ultra-protective. Anytime Michelle stepped out of line, she was threatened with being grounded. In particular, she would not be allowed to go to the beach with her friends. She believed her parents were being protective of her outrageously feminine figure. Michelle had the "talks" with her mother about boys, and how to handle herself with boys, or rather, how to put them off. Oddly, her parents never objected to trips to the mall or to the movies, even though there were boys everywhere. Michelle began to feel terribly claustrophobic, as it seemed her parents were always finding things for her to do inside, when she wanted nothing more than to be outside. After another patently thorough twice-a-year physical at the family doctor's, with her folks out and about somewhere, she traded chores with her brother, Michael, just to get outside for a few hours. Her brother was more than happy to let her mow the lawn while he cleaned inside. Michelle got her sun in the backyard, and Michael got to keep an eye on the game in air-conditioned comfort. Feeling so good that day, Michelle even washed the other car. Wearing the second bikini she had purchased with her own money, Michelle kept one ear out for the sound of her returning parents. She finished in time to change clothes and join her brother on the couch before she heard the second car pull up. What followed next resembled one of those typical, irrational teenagers vs. parents blow-out. Although they were originally impressed with the job on the lawn and the car, when Michelle's parents found out they had switched chores, all hell broke loose. Her parents arguments were flimsy at best, and ultimately degenerated into "because we're the parents and you'll do what we tell you to!". Looking back, this was suspiciously out of character for her normally intelligent and rational parents. Michelle and Michael found themselves grounded for doing the best work they had ever done on their chores, and for the rest of the summer! If Michelle only knew then what she knew now. Michelle took small comfort in the fact although her latest swimsuit had become too small again, being she wouldn't need to buy another one. Michelle was amazed at how big her breasts had become. Compared to any other girl of her height and weight, she easily had the largest breasts, and everybody knew it. Alone, in her bedroom, Michelle removed her T-shirt and assessed her situation. She might get some more time out of her supply of D-cup bras, as long as she didn't wear anything too tight. The tops of the cups were clearly pressing into the abundant flesh. Even standing relaxed, the bra held her full breasts together so tightly that her cleavage looked like it would have a hard time parting the width of a playing card. Undoing the hooks, Michelle gratefully inhaled deeply. Fishing her arms out of the straps, Michelle watched her breasts jiggle firmly in the mirror. Pale triangles on her breasts contrasted sharply with the suntan she had cultivated that summer. Within the triangles were her pale pink aureoles, a little bigger than a half-dollar. She recalled from the last slumber party that, out of all of her friends, they were the biggest. Then again, with her breasts developing as much as they had, what did she expect? After returning to school as a DD-cup, Michelle discovered that she now preferred to downplay her healthy endowments. Becoming more discerning in her taste in male companions, she found that she was less likely to show her body off. She knew she could get the attention when she wanted it. The next summer, out of a newly acquired sense of modesty, she bought her own one-piece bathing suit -- not that she would have that much of a chance to use it. Her parents deemed it necessary for her to take on a summer job to learn the value of working for a living. Her mother had found Michelle a receptionist position in her department. Her father worked just two floors above. Michelle liked the job well enough. She made some good money without being on her feet all day like her friends who worked at the mall. Michelle finished high school, still working her summer's at the hospital. She headed off to college to begin a pre-med program, intending to follow in her parents footsteps. Her parents had all but forbid her to go to UCLA as they had. If her parents had their way, her choices were limited to staying in town, or attending a reputable university in the northern United States. Having had enough of her parents trying to control her life, like anyone in the same situation, she opted to go away to school. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Partway through her second semester, it was time to stop and smell the roses, and Michelle went on her first spring break. Despite her parents protestations, she took what she had saved working over the summer, and headed to sunny Florida with a few of her new college friends, Tina and Amy. Truly looking forward to spending some time away from her studies and lying out in the sun, Michelle shopped for a new bathing suit. Both the academic atmosphere and the chilly climate of her campus had kept her incredible figure under wraps. Tina and Amy had yet to choose anything to try on, but Michelle knew exactly what she wanted. A few minutes later, Michelle stepped out of the dressing room in classic royal blue bikini. "Holy shit, Michelle!" Amy said, turning to the Tina, "Would you look at the boobs on her? Where have you been hiding them?" Michelle blushed slightly. It had been a while since she had been noticed for the size of her breasts. Tina also blushed, surprised that she was surprised by the size of Michelle's bust. "If my mother knew that I was buying another bikini, she'd kill me," Michelle related as she posed in front of the three-way mirror. "When I first developed, I swear, my parents wanted to quarantine me. If my mother had her way, it would be nothing but loose shirts, big sweatshirts, bulky sweaters...like I wear now!" A small bell rang in Michelle's mind. "Maybe that's why they sent me here. My folks knew that it would be cold, and I'd be wearing too many layers of clothes for everyone to see my boobs." "You wear that suit, girl, and I guarantee everyone will come for miles around to see your boobs!" Amy interjected. "Anyway," Michelle continued, checking the coverage of the blue top, "I know how to handle myself. It's not like they just grew overnight." "Umm..." Tina almost whispered, "How big are you?" "Double D, ever since the 9th grade," Michelle said, matter of factly. "I won't give you some sob story about how tough it was having the biggest boobs in the whole school.." "Good!" Amy deadpanned. "...because I didn't have a problem with it. I tell you the worst of it was my folks. They wanted to hide my breasts, like they were in denial" Michelle finished. "Was your mom big?" asked Tina. "No," answered Michelle "she was certainly respectable, probably a C. Actually, no one in my family has boobs like mine." "My grandmother on my father's side was pretty big," Tina said, "but, unfortunately I took after my mother." With that said she held out the tag reading "34B" on the suit she was holding. Amy stepped in. "Luck of the draw. I did take after my father's side, and look" she said, waving her own "36B" tag. "My damn sister got my mom's big boobs. She also got her overbite, and had to wear braces for two years, with headgear!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first day in Florida, the girls arrived too late to catch any sun. After unpacking, however, the rest of the night lay ahead of them. In the manner expected of beautiful young females, they hopped from bar to bar, rarely paying for anything. The next day, it was time to hit the beach. Again, Amy expressed admiration for Michelle's ample bosom. After devouring a light room service breakfast, the girls headed to the beach. The sky was completely clear, the sun was blazing, and Michelle was in heaven. Not since high school, when she started working her summer job, had she been able to just lie out in the sun. Still pretty hung over from the night before, the girls were content to lie in one spot for until lunch time. Walking up the beach towards the concession stands, the girls left a trail of guys craning their necks and turning their heads. Overall, the focus was on Michelle, with her slim figure, auburn hair and that incredible rack. Tina, who was already pretty quiet, seemed even more withdrawn, intimidated by Michelle's body. Amy, in her usual fashion, overcompensated for Tina's silence by taking verbal shots at the gawkers. Becoming self-conscious from the attention, Michelle felt like her suit top was ready to fall off. Rather than walk down the beach constantly adjusting her bra, she put her wrap back on. The whistles and stares diminished a bit. At the concession stand, Michelle took a brief moment to check her suit top. Glancing down at her chest, she found she had just caught her aureole from peeking out of her bra. Pulling the material up slightly, she felt the bottom of the bra ride up onto her breasts. After a few more rounds of tug-of-war with her suit, Michelle excused herself to the bathroom. In the narrow confines of a stall, Michelle rearranged her breasts in the blue material. She tried retying the straps a number of times, but ultimately she had to admit to herself that the top was too small. She was certain it had fit when she bought it. With the way her breasts overwhelmed the swim suit, one of the girls would have said something, so she thought. Perplexed, she closed her wrap around her and headed out. After finishing their lunch in the shade of a large umbrella, the girls headed back down the beach to their spot. Michelle was looking forward to lying down again. She was tiring of worrying about her nipples jiggling out of her top. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at the hotel room, the girls talked and watched TV, each waiting their turn for the shower. Michelle was second, right behind Amy. In the shower, Michelle examined her breasts, alternately convincing herself that either her breasts were bigger than they were last week, or that she was overly self conscious. When she tried to get dressed, she knew her breasts were bigger. The flesh bulged out of the cups, her aureole half-mooning over the tops. Her bra was not going to contain her bust, plain and simple. Three times she checked the tag on her bra, and three times the tag read 34-DD. Holding a towel across her prominent bust, Michelle stepped out of the bathroom to get another bra from her luggage. Thankfully, Amy was preoccupied with getting herself ready for the evening, and failed to comment one way or the other on Michelle's bountiful bosom. Back in the bathroom, Michelle tried a second 34-DD bra with the same results. "One day in sunny Florida, and suddenly my breasts grow?" Michelle thought to herself. It sounded ridiculous. She quickly rationalized that her clothes must have shrunk last time she did laundry. She quickly squelched the memory that her bra had fit just the day before. Tomorrow she would simply buy some new things. Tonight, she could wear the black lycra stretch top. It was one of the only garments she would wear braless, as the material's strength and color helped to minimize the appearance of her endowments. It was another night, and another round of bar-hopping. Michelle was glad she had brought the stretch top. The tight material diminished the apparent size of her bust, and Michelle felt like she might be seen as more than just a pair of tits. The black material helped disguise her phenomenal figure even further, and the finishing touch was an oversized button down shirt. Not being in the mood to dance, Michelle stayed at the bar, even though it was more crowded than the dance floor. Over the din of the pounding music and the surrounding crowd, Michelle hit it off with Steve, the guy sitting next to her. By coincidence, they attended the same university, but different colleges. As the night wore on, their conversation deepened, leading to another step in the courting ritual. Just as Steve's engineering curriculum had prevented them from crossing paths on campus, his flight home the next day would prevent them from meeting tomorrow night. Nonetheless, Steve offered his phone number, and Michelle gladly took it. She was impressed that he hadn't tried to coerce her into a one-night stand. Back at the hotel, the girls discussed the different guys they had met. Making plans for the next day, Amy suggested they go to a topless beach. It may have been the alcohol talking, because they all agreed. "Well, that takes care of my swimsuit problem, at least for a day," Michelle thought. The next morning, the sky was cloudy, and the weather forecast predicted some light drizzle. Too cold to layout, Michelle and Tina went into town looking for a clothing store that sold more than just tourist T-shirts. Michelle was grateful to find a specialty women's swimwear shop. As usual, Michelle selected two suits off the rack, one to fit her bottom and one that would fit her top. In the dressing room, she found the same problems she had on the beach and in the hotel bathroom. Her breasts were not going to fit in a 34-DD top anymore. A little flushed, she walked out of the dressing room and headed to the lingerie department. Tina had wandered off somewhere, which relieved Michelle. She wasn't sure how she could explain this. Grabbing a 34-DD bra, and one with a tag reading 34-DDD/EE, Michelle returned to the dressing room, but not before she turned back and scrounged for a lonely 34-EEE/FF. With all of the evidence she had seen so far, Michelle was willing to believe that her breasts had grown. Maybe living in a colder climate and wearing so many layers had prevented her from noticing that her bras didn't lay well anymore. Before that week, it seemed she hadn't worn a swimsuit in years. Turning to face her topless visage in the dressing room mirror, Michelle tried to look at her breasts objectively. She wasn't much of an expert on breast size, but it had always been apparent to Michelle that hers were bigger than most. She always had Amy to remind her, should she forget. Taking the new 34-DD bra, Michelle wrapped the band around her back, doing the four hooks in front before rotating the cups around to the front. Before she had her second arm through the shoulder straps, she could tell that the cups were too small. How could she not have noticed that her breasts had gotten bigger? Had all of her bras stretched out enough to compensate? It seemed possible, but unlikely. The swimsuit, however, was bought only a week ago, and she had grown out of it. Looking at herself in the dressing room mirror, Michelle convinced herself that she hadn't gained any noticeable amount of weight. It was also the wrong time of the month for any sort of radical water-retention, not that she'd ever seen such a degree of swelling before. The band size of the bra still fit, but the fact remained that her breasts were not going to fit in those cups. To her relief, the EEE/FF was loose. The DDD/EE was a better fit, but Michelle filled every ounce of available space in the cups. She wondered how could she not have noticed her breasts growing? Even when she was a rapidly developing teen, it took almost a month to change cup sizes. Leaving the dressing room, Michelle replaced the 34-DD on the rack, but hesitated with the FF. "One more day here, how much more can you grow?" she asked herself, and dropped the FF. Next, she found a blue swimsuit top in her new DDD size, and then found Tina. While digging through her purse at the check out, Michelle caught Tina eyes widening as they strayed across the tags on her purchases. Michelle guessed that Tina's shock was not due to the prices. Michelle quickly fumbled for a lie. "I just want a little more coverage," she told her less-endowed friend. She knew all too well the different reactions of other women to her spectacular development. The next morning, the weather was beautiful. It was 90 degrees with a slight breeze coming in from the coast. After breakfast, the girls drank a few beers and wine coolers to work up their nerve for the topless beach. They walked onto the beach with their tops still on. The girls staked out a spot, slightly off the main walking path, and set out their gear. "Well, this was my idea," Amy said, "I guess I better set a good example." With that said, Amy untied her top, revealing her half-tanned peach sized breasts. Tina followed, giggling a little nervously. "Come on Michelle," Amy teased, "show the goods! You've certainly got nothing to be ashamed about!" With a long breath, Michelle reached behind her back and pulled the string on her new suit. The other girls tried to act natural, excepting Amy, who broke the tension with her patented wisecracking. "Well, now I'm invisible!" she joked, looking at Michelle. Amy's good natured jokes continued to be pointed at Michelle's boobs. "Let me have the sunscreen before Michelle uses it all trying to cover those damn BREASTS!" After the giggles died, Amy turned to Michelle, saying "don't worry, we'll get a bigger bottle tomorrow." "Don't you worry," she retorted to Amy, "I'm laying on my stomach first. Could you do my back please?" Michelle lay on her stomach, reading a book for the first hour. Leaning forward on her elbows to keep her weight off her breasts, Michelle tried to forget that she was topless. She already got enough attention clothed. Finally, she couldn't stay propped on her elbows anymore. Though she was originally nervous about being half naked, when the sun hit her previously unexposed skin, Michelle realized she had never felt better in her life. She could feel the normally hidden pale skin drinking in the sunlight. In the bright light, she could easily see the veins, even on the tanned areas of her breasts. Her nipples and aureole puffed up with the flow of blood. Looking down, she realized that her nipples were actually erect! Staring at them, Michelle saw that they were still distending slowly, and her aureole continued to swell a bit more. She had never seen herself like this. Her reverie was quickly broken by another of Amy's wisecracks. "Hey, why don't you turn off the high-beams? The sun is out!" With that said, the other girls took note of Michelle's state. "Quit picking on her boobs, would you?" injected Tina. Ignoring them all, Michelle leaned back, hat over her face, and lay in worship of the sun, forgetting to put on any sunscreen. The conversation died out as the girls fell into sunshine and alcohol induced naps. Michelle didn't sleep, but enjoyed an intense feeling of euphoria that seemed to be emanating from her breasts. Some time had past, and Tina broke the silence. "Anyone up for a swim?" Michelle reached up to remove her hat from her face, and found her right arm bumping into more breast than she had expected. She actually had to move her arm around the mass of breast. Lifting the hat off, Michelle was greeted by the vision of two enormous mounds of suntanned mammaries. Her breasts had swollen to the size of volleyballs, and the firm flesh reached out to the sunlight. Her nipples still stood stiff, and were now half an inch longer than Michelle ever remembered. Supporting her erect nipples, her aureole had swollen to the size of two halves of an orange. Gathering her thoughts, Michelle could see and feel that her breasts had been growing. She was stunned by the phenomenon, but also soothed by the feeling within her enlarging breasts. Michelle could not even gauge what size she might be, but she knew that it was much larger than the F-cup size she needed only an hour ago. Although she was lying down, her breasts appeared to be growing straight up to the sky. Lightly squeezing her right breast, Michelle was pleasantly surprised to feel the youthful firmness that her distending breasts possessed. "Hey Michelle, how about...uhh..." was as far as Tina got, her mouth wide open at the sight of Michelle's swollen mounds. Intellectually, Michelle understood that her breasts should not be growing so quickly. In, fact they shouldn't be growing at all! The sun, however felt so good on the skin of her swelling mammaries, that a part of her knew that this was perfectly natural. As she focused on the sensation of her breasts slowly expanding, everything fell into place. Her mother's concern for keeping every inch of her bosom covered. Her parent's efforts at keeping her indoors. Her bosom's summertime growth spurts. Her breasts would grow when exposed to sunlight! Michelle noticed that a small crowd of people had gathered around the spectacle of her mammoth mammaries. Women trying not to look, men trying not to look like they were looking. Looking past her breasts, now each the size of a football helmet, Michelle saw that the rising noise level finally woke Amy. Her friend looked about in a daze, until she noticed the monstrous breasts beginning to eclipse Michelle's torso. Michelle snapped her out of it. She knew she needed to get her breasts out of the sun, or they would keep growing larger and larger. She was already feeling pinned down by the sheer volume of her tits, but, like the crowd gathered around her and her friends, Michelle was entranced by the sight of the gigantic breasts, overwhelming on her slender frame. She had to get off the beach. Fighting the mass of her bloating bosom, Michelle stood up, wrapping her thin arms around her immense, tan, expanding breasts. Although originally out of modesty, Michelle found that she needed to corral her incredible bosom, as maneuvering with her breasts swollen almost to the size of basketballs was not an easy thing. Thankfully, her friends were sharp enough to realize that they needed to leave as soon as possible. A woman's breasts more than doubling in size in half an hour attracts all sorts of unwanted attention. Michelle's hands could hardly cover her distended nipples. Once upon a time, an entire breast fit into her hand, now she was cupping her aureole -- barely. On a topless beach, what was the point anyway? Even though she had never felt better in her life, Michelle knew that she needed to stop her breasts from getting any bigger. Tina threw her beach towel around Michelle's shoulders, and Michelle fought the urge to throw it off again. A part of her still wanted to stay in the sunlight. The girls hastily gathered up their gear, and with Michelle staggering under the weight of her astounding attributes, they all headed back to the hotel as discreetly as possible. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Michelle sat alone on a bed in the hotel room, blinds drawn, and her tremendous bosom still covered by the beach towel. After she convinced Amy and Tina that she had stopped growing, that she was fine and that she didn't want to see a doctor, her friends had graciously offered to go out and find some clothes that would fit her inflated mammaries. Michelle needed to gather her thoughts. She lay on her back, hands behind her head, and the sides of her overdeveloped breasts widened to just touch the blanket. In this position, with her enlarged mammaries spread out as much as possible, the mounds of flesh still added over half a foot of padding on top of her ribcage, not including the swell of her aureole and nipples. When she shifted her position, her nipples wobbled slowly and heavily at the ends of her enormous boobs. Michelle remembered how when she was at the beach, her breasts reached straight up to the sun. She couldn't explain why, but Michelle now knew for certain that exposing her breasts to sunlight would make them grow. Retracing the events of her life since her breasts first appeared as tiny buds of flesh on her chest, Michelle was convinced that her parents knew...It still sounded so ridiculous! The facts, nonetheless, added up. Somehow, her parents had always known that her breast growth was stimulated by sunlight. Why didn't they tell her? If nothing else, she might not be sitting in a hotel room wondering if she was somehow related to a plant more than her brother. Tina and Amy returned with a small assortment of clothes, and some take-out Chinese for Michelle. "I hope you like these," Amy began, "we'll just go casual tonight. I didn't think you'd want us spending a lot of money on clothes that might not fit you after tonight." "Really, I'm not going to get any bigger" replied a frazzled Michelle. "I'm sorry Michelle" Amy returned. "I'm still convinced that you're just retaining water, or that this is something temporary." She paused a moment. "I was trying to say that you'll get back to your old size." "Thanks, but I've never had problems with water retention before, and I told you, it's nowhere near that time of the month." It was the last night of their vacation. Eventually, Michelle realized that she didn't want to spend the rest of the vacation -- or the rest of her life -- hiding. She had always had big boobs, it seemed, and now they were simply bigger. Well, a lot bigger. "My breasts are fucking HUGE!" Michelle exclaimed to no one. Sorting through the clothes her friends had procured, Michelle donned a tight stretchy top under a big blousy sweatshirt. She wasn't dressed to the nines, but at least her massive mammaries weren't so apparent. Walking down the strip with Amy and Tina, feeling pretty buzzed from their frequent pit stops, Michelle was not the least bit surprised when Amy stopped in front of a bar advertising a wet T-shirt contest. "Do I have to say anything?" Amy deadpanned. Without a word, Michelle walked into the bar. When Amy and Tina caught up to her, Michelle had the attention of a bartender. She had already ordered two rounds of shots, and pointed to Amy saying "she's buying." The three did the first round while the bartender signed Michelle up. They were just in time. As the emcee commenced his patter on the stage, Michelle was changing into the bar's T-shirt under her oversized sweatshirt. Handing the stretch top to Tina, Michelle downed the second shot, and headed to the stage. The age-old ritual of spraying the contestants had begun, and Michelle kept her sweatshirt on until she was directly approached. Sizing up the competition, she could tell that some, if not most of the girls were professional dancers. Out of that bunch, a healthy proportion had obvious boob jobs. She wondered how much the guy with the spray gun had tipped the emcee to get the privilege. Michelle removed her sweatshirt to thunderous noise unlike any ever heard within the confines of that hormone infested bar. Even the water boy was momentarily stunned by the sight before him. Luckily, at the crowd's behest, he quickly recovered. Michelle could hear little else above the cries of "take it off!" The other contestants did their best to distract the attention of the audience away from Michelle's ponderous pontoons, only thinly disguised by the wet material clinging to them. Shaking her shoulders even slightly would send the mostly male crowd into a frenzy. Michelle graciously accepted the rabid fascination, and was thankful for the row of bouncers standing cross-armed in front of the stage, even though they couldn't help but occasionally turn to take in the spectacle. Michelle got into the swing of the contest. She straightened her posture, thrusting her chest out at the crowd. She squeezed her huge lobes of flesh together, leaning forward so everyone could see the cleavage it created. She swayed from side to side, watching as the guys drank in her every move. Although they had been explicitly warned by the emcee not show any nipple, the other girls had begun tearing their T-shirts and flashing the crowd to try to get the audience's attention. The men only had eyes for Michelle. Michelle began to roll up the bottom of the soaked T-shirt, the rounded bottoms of her massive breasts exposed almost to her nipples. The crowd cheered this new development, entranced by the enormous twin expanses of bulbous flesh protruding from Michelle's feminine frame. Fearing a riot might ensue if things went any further, the emcee ended the contest. It was no contest. Despite her amateur status, Michelle's natural beauty, sweet charm and gigantic breasts triumphed over the silicone sisters. The thousand dollars Michelle pocketed would help her buy new clothes when she got home. After the contest, a number of guys had tried to follow the girls, and Michelle was truly happy when their cab finally pulled away from the bar. If only last week someone had told Michelle her future, she never would have believed them. It was a good thing that the girls had to fly home early the next day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at school, the northern climate once again made it easy to disguise her outlandish shape. While returning to her usual routine, Michelle decided to study the phenomenon of her breasts. First things first, Michelle decided that her breasts would not be exposed to light if she could at all help it. After measuring herself under her shirt, she mail-ordered some custom-sized bras. They were minimizer bras to be exact. All too well she understood the attention that enormous breasts attracted. Also, Michelle had contacted Steve again after returning from spring break, and they met a few times her and there on campus. Eventually, a relationship blossomed. Like most adults, the relationship developed sexually as well. Steve, ever the gentleman, never commented on the astounding size of Michelle's breasts until, on their first official date, she directly asked him. "Didn't you notice my boobs when we met in Florida?" she asked, knowing full well that she 'sprouted' the day after they met. "I'll be honest," Steve began. "Spring break is a huge meat market. I tried to check you out at the bar, but it was so crowded, I really couldn't see anything. I think you wore black under some other big shirt, and then we both were drinking..." "So you expect me to believe that you didn't notice the size of my chest?" gesturing at the prominent shelf of flesh under her sweater. She was having a hard time holding up the joke. "I won't lie to you. I love women's breasts. Hey, I'm a breast man. There I've said it. But I swear to you, I can't believe you could have hidden them that well." He paused, trying to gauge a reaction from Michelle. "I did not hit on you because of your boobs. I had no idea they were so..." "Huge. Enormous. Gigantic," she finished for him. He nodded uncomfortably in silent agreement. "Well, I've got a confession. I wasn't this big when you met me." "You've had implants? I thought it took weeks to heal from..." She interrupted him again. "No, these are real." Silence. "Those are real?" He caught himself and quickly fumbled for an apology. "No don't worry about it. I can't blame you for thinking that. I can't explain it right now, but I've had some sort of growth spurt." She had wanted to get the issue of her obvious change out into the open, but she hoped Steve wouldn't have too many questions that she didn't want to answer just yet. "I was always pretty big -- I was a double D when we met -- and something made them grow again." "Something hormonal?" Steve ventured. "Probably," Michelle replied, thinking of a way to get off the subject now that the ice had been broken. "Well," Steve said with a sigh, "I'd still like to be with you, even if your boobs are huge. Enormous. Gigantic." It was the perfect thing to say. The relationship bloomed. Steve accepted Michelle's 'shyness', as Michelle never disrobed under anything stronger than candlelight. Although Steve quite obviously enjoyed Michelle's amazing breasts, their relationship was built on more than sexual attraction. Time went on, and they both continued their studies. Michelle read up on plant biology, and began to apply what she learned to her own situation. Making some microscope slides from samples of her breast tissue and skin, she saw how her cells were more like plant cells. Like plant cells, her cells contained the mechanisms for photosynthesis, but with a remarkable difference (as if her breasts weren't remarkable enough in the first place): the components weren't green. The cells also featured the extra cell wall that was absent in animal cells. The extra cell wall allows plants cells to trap water, which in turn makes a watered plant firm, and an under watered plant limp. Michelle decided to try an experiment. Under her sweater, Michelle measured her bust. She also felt, massaged and squeezed every inch of her oversized udders, all in the name of science. She wrote down general observations about the feel of her breasts. Next, she filled a 12 ounce glass with water, and after noting the time, promptly drank it down. Over the course of a few minutes, Michelle managed to swallow three more glasses of water before her body began to say no. As she walked around uncomfortably, she could hear the water sloshing in her stomach. Eventually the swollen feeling in her stomach subsided. Twenty minutes after drinking the first glass, Michelle measured herself again. Her breasts had swelled another half inch. As half an inch didn't amount to much compared to the size of her bust, Michelle waited another half hour. Now an hour since she drank the first glass, her breasts had bloated three inches beyond her usual size. Michelle's titanic tits had also become surprisingly firm for their size. As she hefted the bottom of her right breast, a pressure from within the mighty lobe fought back against her fingers. In just another hour, Michelle was glad that she had stopped at four glasses of water. As far as she could tell, all 48 ounces of water were now swelling her already outsized mammaries. The volume of her breasts had grown another two or three inches, and the increase in weight and firmness was striking. Her breasts had become more conical, protruding almost straight out from her ribcage. By the next morning, her breasts had returned to their original softness, shape and size. Michelle had also made three or four trips to the bathroom to finally let the liquid out of her system. After a month of keeping her breasts almost completely hidden from any light, Michelle determined that her breasts had actually become a little smaller. The change might have been ordinary weight loss, and it may not be noticeable to the untrained eye, but Michelle was glad to see that she could reverse some of the incredible growth from spring break. Regardless, she was still too big to wear anything but custom made bras. She felt that she understood her unique breasts, but she didn't know why her breasts did what they did. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Between semesters, Michelle returned home for a visit. She was almost certain her parents were hiding something from her. She wanted to simply ask her parents outright, but first she wanted to check something out. On the way to her parents, she stopped by the hospital where they both worked. She headed straight for the research floor, where she would find her father's office in the genetic disorders department. She had timed it perfectly so that he had just left for lunch. As his daughter, she had no problem being let in to his office under the pretense of waiting for his return. With the door closed behind her, she began skimming through the file cabinets. The files were easy to sort through, as her father's system of filing felt natural to her. Eventually, she found a file with her own name on it. Her heartbeat increased and her hands grew sweaty as she held the unopened file. The cover of the file had a label that read 'controlled DNA mutation'. Within the file, she found records from all of her ridiculously thorough twice a year physicals and a small dossier on 'test subject 3Z-736'. The second line of the dossier listed her name. The dossier gave a brief synopsis of the research department's genetic engineering program, explaining how they had begun cataloging the results of small changes in human DNA. Human eggs were being manipulated, inseminated and placed into a host. Scanning down the page, she found her mother was the host and egg donor, and her father was definitely her father. Turning pages dating back to the year of her birth, Michelle found that initially they had no idea what effects the changes might have on her. She was a guinea pig! Some case notes from her 10th year featured a highlighted passage: suspicion that mammary glands and surrounding tissue are photosynthetic. The next year's summary indicated the same thing, urging closer observation. In the case notes of her 12th year, she found the following sentences highlighted in bright pink: Subject has developed means of photosynthesis in mammary glands. Onset of puberty may enhance photosynthetic ability possibly resulting in tissue growth. Growth may be localized. Rate of growth increases with intensity of light -- further observation required. Michelle had found her confirmation. Next she had to face her parents. Michelle left her father's office and headed for her parents house. She let herself in, and changed into a plain white T-shirt that clearly displayed her massive breasts. Eventually, the clock moved towards 5:30, and Michelle knew her parents would be home soon. Her mother walked in first and, seeing Michelle's now ultra-busty figure, stopped dead in the doorway. Her father came up behind her mother, bumping into her. He looked over his wife's shoulder and his jaw dropped. "I think there's something you'd like to tell me, isn't there?" Michelle opened. They told her everything that she already knew. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was no denying the fact that Steve was a dyed-in-the-wool breast man. He never tired of caressing, kissing, sucking, licking, squeezing and playing with Michelle's magnificent mammaries. Michelle never grew tired of his attention. It was Steve's birthday, and Michelle felt the time was right to expose Steve to some of the more fantastic aspects of her breasts. At Michelle's place, after a nice dinner that she cooked, she steered the conversation towards Steve's birthday surprise. "Steve, I need you to be completely honest with me. How do you feel about women's breasts?" With an almost exasperated look, he answered "Michelle, you know that I love you AND your absolutely incredible breasts. No one has breasts like yours." "Don't I know that," she thought to herself. "Steve this isn't some lame attempt to beg for compliments, this is actually a serious question. I want to know what about breasts, and not just my breasts, turns YOU on." Steve thought for a moment. "Could you be more specific?" he asked. "O.K., sure" Michelle returned. "I feel pretty sure that bigger is better where you're concerned" she said, chuckling slightly. "Actually, that depends on the texture" he retorted. "Really?" Michelle mused. "Quantity over quality. Do you like them firmer or softer?" She asked. "Well, variety is the spice of life. Sometimes it's nice to wrap a pair of really soft breasts around my face, and sometimes I like to feel the bounce of a really firm pair" he responded. "There can be such a thing as too soft, though. I knew a girl who had lost a tremendous amount of weight, and her breasts were almost nothing but skin. They kind of turned me off, honestly." Michelle listened attentively. "I also dated a girl with implants. They really felt great -- to me that is. I'm don't think she could feel much of anything. I don't know if she was like that before getting them done, but she didn't react to any sort of...you know, anything." "So, what you're saying is that the erogenous reaction of the woman to breast play is important, too?" Michelle questioned. "Very important. That's why I love having sex with you. Not just because you have big boobs." He took her hands, and continued. "No matter how big or how small your boobs are, I love YOU, and I love the way you react to me in bed. Your responsiveness is a real turn on." "all right then," Michelle resumed her questioning, "assuming that the breasts in question were as sensitive as mine, would you prefer soft floppy tits or boobs you can bounce a quarter off of?" After a pause, exhibiting a look reminiscent of a deer caught in the glare of oncoming headlights, Steve realized that he was not getting out of this. Finally, he cleared his throat, saying "As long as we're being blunt, let me say that if I were allowed to be governed entirely by my dick, I'd go for the firmer breasts." "Check. What about bigger boobs?" Michelle asked. "Honey, you know I thank the lucky stars every time we're in bed together. Your breasts are the most incredible I've ever seen, let alone been allowed to touch. You know you have the biggest breasts either of us has seen. I can't believe you're feeling inadequate..." Michelle interrupted "Steve, this isn't about me, this is about YOU. I really want to know how your mind works. What if I had bigger boobs?" "I can't believe you'd want bigger boobs. What are you talking about..." "Just bear with me, please," she asked. "In your wildest dreams, if my breasts were bigger and firmer, would it turn you on?" "As opposed to what?" he begged. "Would you be turned on more than usual if my breasts were bigger and firmer than they are now?" she asked. "As big as you are, you're not talking about getting implants..." "Steve!" she yelled over him. "Would you just answer as honestly as possible...and your honesty will not go unrewarded. Just imagine that I could make my breasts grow if you wanted me to. It's your birthday -- make a wish!" "That would be a neat trick that I would pay dearly to see" Steve said, grinning. "What guy wouldn't want to be buried in between the biggest boobs in the world?" "Thanks for being so honest, honey" Michelle said, giving Steve a hug. She lingered a little extra, slowly pressing her breasts firmly into his chest. "I'll do the dishes, you just relax -- it's your birthday." Alone in the kitchen, she grabbed the hose from the side of the sink. Turning the water on, Michelle drank and drank until she was running out of breath. She paused a moment, and began gulping the water again until her stomach began to hurt from the pressure. Reaching behind her back, Michelle unclasped her bra in expectation of the swelling that was to come. After dispensing with her bra, she busied herself doing the dishes and cleaning the countertop while she waited for her breasts to absorb the water from her system. Slowly and steadily, the front of Michelle's shirt had filled out as her already monstrous melons filled up. As their firmness increased, Michelle's mammaries lifted higher on her frame. Within half an hour, her breasts distended from her chest like two halves of a watermelon. The increase in their weight was noticeable to Michelle, who found herself pitching forward a bit when she wasn't paying attention. Reaching under her shirt, Michelle's hand caressed one enormous, firm breast. Swollen with the water she ingested, the skin was stretched smooth around the lavish flesh. Her breasts felt firm, to say the least. The texture was as though she was wearing a tight stretch top, even though she wasn't. As she ran her hands along the bottoms of her tremendous swollen boobs, her nipples made their presence known, poking up into the material. Literally feeling out her situation, as best she could, Michelle squeezed one titanic breast, bracing for some pain. Surprisingly, everything felt as it should. The bloating made no apparent difference, other than the size and firmness of her already immense endowments. It was time for Steve's private birthday party to begin. Michelle left the kitchen, trying to walk naturally with her breasts protruding almost to the ends of her reach. Now that the water she had swallowed dispersed from her stomach up into her chest, her center of gravity had moved higher and further in front. She stopped at the doorway into the living room where an unsuspecting Steve was channel surfing. Just out of the doorway and out of sight, Michelle stopped with her back against the wall separating the two rooms. "Steve, honey..." Michelle called out. "Yeah?" came the innocent reply. "Could you come in here and help me with this?" Michelle added, a smile breaking out in anticipation of Steve's reaction. "Coming dear." "Not so fast" Michelle giggled to herself. Hearing Steve's footsteps, she turned and stood in the door way in profile, her gigantic bust filling the width of most of the frame. The footsteps stopped. As Michelle had hoped, the enlargement of her breasts was obvious enough to stop Steve in his tracks. Michelle turned her head towards Steve, finding him with his mouth open, staring at her outsized breasts. She turned the rest of herself to face the birthday boy, reaching out for his hands. Her protuberant pontoons pressed into Steve's chest before she could take his hands in hers and place them on the sides of her monumental endowments. Steve was dumbfounded. He was also quite erect within the confines of his jeans. His senses told him that his hands were resting on what were normally the largest breasts he had ever seen, now swollen even larger. His hands began to move over the T-shirt covered armload of flesh, and he finally spoke. "Michelle..." "Don't even ask" she promptly cut him off. "This is my birthday present to you." As his hands continued to move over Michelle's giant globes, he found that she wasn't wearing a bra. Moving his hands to the ends of the massive protrusions, he found her nipples. Pausing a moment, his open hands encompassing her large aureole, he felt her nipples begin to stiffen. Next Steve slid his hands under the rather stressed T-shirt, roaming the contours of Michelle's incredible bosom. Normally, Steve thought, Michelle was already huge by most standards, but what had she done to cause her breasts to swell up to such an extent? A number of questions were running through his mind, but Michelle's body language compelled him to keep his mouth shut. Michelle rolled her T-shirt up, revealing her substantial bullet-shaped bosom. In their swollen state, they projected almost straight out from her chest. As she pulled her shirt over her head, Steve took the opportunity to dive into her considerable cleavage. Michelle trapped his head between her breasts and began backing into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Steve explored every inch of Michelle's firm bosom flesh. Once with his hands as he and Michelle kissed, and a second time with his mouth as their hands roamed each other's bodies. After some short, passionate foreplay, Michelle and Steve were both ready to move on. Steve sat up with his back against the headboard, as Michelle prepared to straddle him. As she slid onto his organ, the space between her and Steve was crowded with her distended breasts. Steve and Michelle leaned in towards each other, and Michelle's breasts parted to either side of Steve encompassing his entire torso, her nipples buffeting the headboard. Michelle corralled her bulging breasts, pressing them together and into Steve. The sensation of so much full, firm breast coupled with Michelle's pelvic maneuvering quickly pushed Steve to the most intense orgasm he had experienced in his life. Steve's orgasm triggered Michelle's as she squeezed Steve into her immense bosom. After their breathing began to return to normal, Michelle and Steve slowly released their grip on each other. "My god, Michelle," Steve stammered, "I didn't want to stop, but I couldn't hold on. It was too intense." Steve's reaction to her fluid-swollen mammaries was priceless. Turning Steve on was the most powerful aphrodisiac Michelle had ever found. Michelle knew that a pair of big boobs always turns heads, but the gawk of a stranger pales in comparison to making love intimately. "So what...what did you do?" Steve asked, his penis softening inside of Michelle, fondling one heavy breast. "It's a long story," Michelle began, "but I've wanted to tell you for a while." She finally explained her water trick to Steve. Still feeling that her status as a DNA test subject was too weird to share, she saved some of the other details of her unique biology for a later date. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every few weeks, Michelle treated Steve to her 'water retention' trick. One night, Michelle worried that she had gone too far. High on the rush of arousing Steve to the point of distraction, Michelle wanted to push further than usual. After drinking almost two gallons of water while waiting for Steve to come over, Michelle put a full pitcher of water near the candle on her bedside table, and four full glasses next to that. She had learned to time the bloating of her breasts with the beginning of their lovemaking. When her breasts absorbed the water, her stomach was empty again. That evening, sitting on the candlelit bed, with Steve standing in front of her, drowning his erect member with her swollen mammaries, Michelle reached over and drank two glasses of water. Steve understood the ramifications of her actions, and stopped tit-fucking her out of fear that he would climax just from the thought of Michelle's breasts getting even bigger. "Why did you stop?" Michelle asked. With Michelle, Steve had learned to say exactly what was on his mind. "The very idea that you're going to get even bigger...right before my eyes...I mean you're already huge to begin with, and then you do the water thing that makes you even bigger, which as you know, drives me crazy," he started speaking as quickly as his heart was beating, "and now you're going even further..." While he continued stammering, Michelle pushed her breasts together to swallow Steve's penis again. "Please, wait" he said, withdrawing from her cavernous cleavage. "Let's slow down, or start over. I'm just about ready to lose it here. This is a dream come true, and I don't want it end prematurely, if you know what I mean." She playfully leaned forward slightly, her nipples contacting his hipbones. "This usually takes a few minutes, but maybe I can speed it up a little." With that, Michelle downed the water in the pitcher. "While we're waiting, I'll try not to arouse you...too much. Why don't you lie down and I'll give you a massage?" Steve took another look at her already bulging breasts and quickly obliged. Enlarged as her breasts were, Michelle couldn't give Steve a back rub without resting her overblown udders on his back. That was fine with both of them, as Steve wanted to feel her breasts dragging on his back, and Michelle wanted to do the same. She began moving the mighty weight of her mammaries down the length of his body, the mass of her bulbous bosom smothering the width of his frame. Moving up his back, Michelle moved side to side on his shoulders, and then swallowed his head within her breast flesh. Steve used his hands to press her astounding breasts together. After a few moments, the increased weight of her breasts made it hard to hold the position. She separated her breasts enough so Steve could hear her whisper "they're starting to grow." Steve crawled out from underneath Michelle and her mighty mammaries. In the candlelight, he looked at the fleshtone watermelons that hid most of Michelle's body. Michelle kneeled on the bed, her swollen boobs reaching out to the ends of her knees without touching her legs. Steve placed a hand on both breasts, and the two sat in silence for a moment. They could both feel the skin of Michelle's boobs start to tighten slightly. "Wow," Steve breathed. "Just wait" Michelle warned, reaching for the remaining glasses of water. She delighted in the fact that Steve had never seen her breasts swell before. She had always surprised him after the fact. Ever since his birthday that year, every few weeks Steve might come over to take her out and find her lying on the couch, her face blocked by the expanse of her waterlogged breasts. She once sent him out to get beer, and he returned just in time to see the buttons burst on the shirt she was wearing. Now, he could watch her grow larger than she had ever been. "Honey, I know you don't want to miss this. Could you hurry and fill this pitcher again?" Steve ran to the bathroom, threw open the valve in the tub, and returned in seconds. Michelle began drinking from the pitcher, only able to finish half. While she was drinking, Steve continued fondling her expanding boobs. With the pitcher safely back on the table, he moved his mouth onto one of Michelle's nipples. He used both hands to caress one giant breast as he traced circles on her aureole with his tongue. Michelle leaned back on the head board, reveling in the sensations of Steve's mouth and hands on her swelling mammaries. In Steve's hands, Michelle's immense breast perceptibly grew larger and larger. He pressed them both together, and eventually Michelle's breasts pushed back. A few minutes later, her breasts had become so enormous, Michelle could not hold herself up. If they were soft and floppy, they could hang down onto her legs and the bed. Instead, her curious biology caused her breasts to swell up evenly, and they extended out from her chest, growing proportionately in all directions. Her boobs expanded at their bases, her cleavage extended, and both breasts grew wider and wider. While Steve continued orally worshipping her mammary monument, gravity forced Michelle to lean forward, until her breasts were big enough to rest on her legs. She slid down onto her back, trying to get into a comfortable position. The immense weight on her chest quickly hampered her breathing. Even lying down, her breasts were too firm to spread apart completely. Michelle found her nipples were now almost an arm's length away. Reaching her arms along the curves of her over swollen breasts, Michelle just tickled the edge of her stretched-out aureole. With some effort she could cover nipples with her hands. The bases of her breasts had expanded to her sides, almost to her back. Lying on the bed, her stupendous bosom was more than twice as wide as her ribcage. Steve was used to Michelle's big boobs, hell, her enormous boobs. He was even used to the way her breasts filled out with her fluid firming trick, but this...Before him on the bed, Michelle was weighed down by her gigantic, gumdrop-shaped breasts, already swollen to capacity, and still growing. "Honey, are you okay?" he asked. "I may have gone a little overboard," she said, hugging her unbelievable breasts, "but I'll be all right. Don't worry, I'm not going to burst. That must have been over four gallons of water I drank. I will need to go to the bathroom eventually, and I just may need your help getting off this bed. But let's worry about that later." She beckoned Steve with her finger. Steve crawled in between Michelle's legs, spending a few moments kissing her inner thighs. Looking up to Michelle's face, he could only see the voluminous flesh of her burgeoning bosom, ponderously resting on her chest. He kneeled up enough to see over the twin monoliths, and Michelle smiled and reached out to him. Steve took her hand and she pulled him down on top of her endless bosom. Steve held Michelle's gigantic dirigibles together as he penetrated her. Next he relaxed his grip, sinking into Michelle's cleavage. Michelle's breasts had grown so large and firm, that Steve was having trouble positioning his arms. If he held his arms inside Michelle's cleavage, he would crush her diaphragm. In a few moments, Steve was again hugging her overblown breasts together as the two slowly pleasured each other. In that quietly intense moment of lovemaking, Steve suspected he could feel Michelle's breasts still slowly expanding. "Are you still growing?" he asked Michelle. "It feels like it" she answered huskily. "Just a little more, I think. Now it's starting to feel like I could burst!" Steve now held his arms out straight, hands on the bed, and Michelle's bloating breasts were still crushed between them. Next, with great effort, Michelle and Steve rolled over together, and Steve felt the added weight of Michelle's outrageously swollen breasts surround him. Michelle couldn't sit up, but she could rest her own weight on top of her massive bosom, which was resting on top of Steve. It was yet another dream come true for Steve. He was completely engulfed by Michelle's femininity. After holding out as long as possible, they headed towards a mutual climax as Steve relished the sensation of being buried under Michelle's breasts. "Steve, honey," Michelle said, breaking his reverie, "I don't want to ruin the mood, but I need to get to the bathroom like I never have before, if you know what I'm saying." Steve wrestled his way out from underneath her titanic tits. Michelle lay on her own bloated bosom, futiley trying to lift herself up. "This is killing my back. You've got to help me up" she pleaded. On her hands and knees, Michelle's huge breasts filled all of the space between her ribs and the bed. Briefly letting her weight lay on her gargantuan lobes of flesh, Michelle's bosom spread out, exceeding her width by over a foot on each side. "We better make this fast" Michelle implored. Michelle had gotten her feet on the floor with her prodigious breasts still resting on the bed, two giant egg-shaped mounds of flesh. Michelle slid her arms under her inflated mammaries. Steve moved behind her, reaching around her waist and grasping her elbows. "Ready?" Michelle said. "Now!" With a grunt, Michelle and Steve hoisted Michelle's unnaturally cantilevered body upright. "Let's go" Michelle prompted. Negotiating the bathroom door would be tricky. Steve gauged that Michelle could still fit through, but it would be a close fit. The real problem was the excess weight of her breasts. Without Steve's help, Michelle found herself bending towards the floor. Steve moved his hands to support Michelle's forearms as they literally squeezed her bloated behemoths through the doorway. They turned together, and Steve stepped aside, allowing Michelle to drop onto the seat. "Thanks honey" Michelle said to Steve. "I'll be a while. Hell, I'll probably spend most of the night in here!" "Thank you Michelle" Steve replied, taking in the dimly lit spectacle of the seated Michelle with her breasts grown so large that they overflowed her lap. "That was the most incredible..." "Honey," Michelle interrupted, turning the tap on the nearby sink, "a little privacy?" Steve took the hint, closing the door behind him and returning to the bedroom to change the sheets. After a few minutes, Steve heard the water stop running. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Honey," he called out, "are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine" she returned. "I'm going to be in here a while. I'm not even going to bother trying to get up until these things are down to a more manageable size. Could you get me that book on the nightstand?" Steve returned with the book, again marveling at the incredible size of Michelle's breasts. After some talk about the night's events, Michelle sent Steve to bed. After an hour, Steve was awoken by the mass of one of Michelle's still swollen breasts bouncing into him. Opening one eye, it appeared that Michelle's bosom was somewhat reduced. She was still enormous, but smaller than when he'd last seen her. Seeing he was awake, Michelle whispered "at least I can stand up now." In a few minutes, the two fell asleep. For Michelle, however, sleep was only temporary. The water she had drank was passing through her system and would not wait until morning. Every half hour, after barely drifting off, Michelle's bladder insistently woke her. As the first hint of blue touched the sky, Michelle's breasts were finally back to their usual soft selves, but she was lamenting her lack of sleep. Thankfully, neither of them had classes the next morning. Exhausted from staying awake almost twenty four hours, Michelle was rewarded with the sleep of the dead. Eventually, Steve awoke to the sound of the neighbors heading out for the day and to the sight of the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. He turned to admire Michelle sleeping naked. She lay on her back, with her breasts returned to what she and Steve would call normal. Steve thanked his lucky stars that Michelle's breasts were still absolutely incredible by any standard. This was his first chance to admire Michelle's naked body in the daylight. She always insisted on making love by candlelight, if not in the dark. She even showered by candlelight, he mused, turning on the lights only after she was dressed. Steve got dressed, planning to run errands while Michelle slept. He wanted to come up with something special for Michelle after what she had done the night before. Grabbing his keys, he left Michelle sleeping peacefully in the bright sunlight... By way of work, I program for a guy who runs a side business out of his house. The pay's not great, but the hours are flexed to my schedule (meaning I can hit the beach in the summer), and the environment's cool. I can wear shorts and a t- shirt if I want to, and play Mettalica at high volume. This guy has daughter who's about 3 years younger than me. Since she just graduated from college, and the job market basically sucks, she lived at home, and since I'm there most days I see her fairly often. Sheryl is about 22, or maybe 23. She's a good 6 inches shorter than my own 5'10", and you could call her plump if you were being charitable. She's more than a few pounds overweight. Much of that is, I'll grant you, in the right places...she has rather nicely sized tits (although not excessively or unrealistically so...they just look alot bigger on her because she's so short), but then again, the rest of her is just as large. Her ass is oversized, her legs are heavy, her stomach kind of sticks out...even her face and hands are well-padded. Mind you, she's not grotesquely fat...just about 20 -30 pounds over where she should be, and she makes up for it by being really cute, with kind of dark auburn hair and very dark green eyes, and an infectious smile that you'd want to grab and kiss.. Now, naturally, I (being the terminally horny soul that I am) fantasized about Sheryl whenever I had a free moment or was waiting for a compile. Sheryl would be dressed in something loose, like a robe, which I would pull open. My mouth would work its way down to her tits. My tongue would roam over her nipples as I pulled on the little stiff buds with my lips. Sheryl would moan softly as my hand ran up the inside of her thighs, stopping to rest lightly on the patch of fur covering her pussy. I would suck gently on her boobs as my fingers traced a path along the edge of her slit, finally slipping between them and gathering some of her juices to ease my way up to her clit. My hand would rub her cunt and clit insistently as I slowly licked my way down her body, going from tits to belly ever-so-slowly until Sheryl would push my head down to her snatch. She would spread her legs wider as I my tongue joined my hand in stimulating her. Finally, she would hold my head firmly and start grinding her cunt into my face. I would read around and grab the cheeks of her ass and start fucking her with my tongue. Eventually, Sheryl would have a massive orgasm and collapse into a chair, smiling, with her eyes half-closed. She would reach up and undo my jeans and pull out my cock. Her hand would wrap around the shaft and she would start to rub up and down. Her mouth would move forward, tongue out, as she jerked my prick. After teasingly pretending for what would feel like forever, Sheryl's tongue would make glorious contact with my dick. It would be warm and wet as the tip slowly worked its way up from my balls to the head. Her lips would gently circle the tip, letting just a tiny fraction of my cock enter her mouth. Her tongue would swirl around the head as she brought up her tits to rub along the shaft. Her nipples would be erect, and the floppy breast tissue would give just the right amount of friction as she wrapped them around my cock. My cock would slide back and forth between those pale orbs as Sheryl kept them pressed tightly around my pole. Sheryl would work her tongue around the tip of my cock as she fucked me oh-so-slowly with those big tits. Her nipples would tickle the shaft as her mouth tickled the head. More and more of my cock would be entering her mouth, until she was only able to rub her nipples along my balls as she sucked me. Sheryl's tongue would be hot and wet and rough as it worked around my cock. I would reach down and grab her head for support as I started thrusting my stiff prick into her face. Sheryl would open her mouth wide for my cock as it drove forward into her face. Her hands would be reaching around and playing with my ass, with her fingernails just tickling the hole. Finally, it would be too much for me to take. I would drive my cock deeply into her mouth and hold her there as thick streams of cum would spurt down her waiting throat, and then she would smile at me and lick her lips with a sperm coated tongue Now, things went along like this for a few weeks. When things were slow, or I felt like goofing off, I would use Windoze to create fairly graphic BMPs of my fantasies with Sheryl. I'm OK with a mouse, and with practice, I could put together something that was recognizably her (especially when the file names where things like "SHRTITFK," "SHRDLDO" or "SHRANAL"). I didn't worry too much about using the computer this because her father hated Windoze with a passion and would never use it, and Sheryl was, so far as I could tell, computer- illiterate beyond Word(Im)Perfect and Windoze Solitaire. Besides, I would back them up to floppy and delete the originals on a regular basis. Often enough (like when she was parading around the house in a short bathrobe and nothing else that I could see), it got me hot enough to play with myself as I worked on the PC. Since I was in a big chair in a closed room, and was almost always alone in the house, it was no big deal, I thought, and I was too fucking horny to let it wait. Anyway, one day when I was alone and super horny, I was working on my master BMP...latest in my series of Sheryl sucking a cock which I always meant to be mine. This particular one had her mouth open and her tongue out to catch whatever spurts of cum had missed her face. So I was sitting there, looking at this picture of Sheryl, and just _had_ to have some release. What the fuck, I was alone, so I pulled out my cock and started to rub it. I imagined that Sheryl was kneeling on the floor in front of me, with her shirt open. Her tits were large and full and coated with oil, and she had them wrapped around my stiff rod. Oh yes, I could almost see them as my cock slid in between the pale globes . I could just about feel them as Sheryl pressed them tightly around my rod. My stiff prick slid forward as Sheryl came downward. "God, Sheryl, your tits feel so good! God, Sheryl, your tits feel so good, God, Sheryl..." I just couldn't stop repeating it as she moved her tits over my cock. Her nipples stiffened under the caresses of her fingers. I felt Sheryl's tits press harder as I fucked them faster and faster. Sheryl looked at me, her eyes half closed in ecstasy. "Go on...cum on my tits, " she moaned. And then the sperm shot out, catching her in the face and running down over her nipples, in a warm stream that ran down my cock onto my hand. The warmth and stickiness brought me back to the reality of the office. It was a huge cum, and I needed to run to the kitchen to grab a paper towel to clean up. So I'm standing in the kitchen, with my pants open and an enormous amount of cum all over my cock and my hands. It dripped off my hands onto the counter as I reached up for a paper towel, and all of a sudden, I hear the door to Sheryl's bedroom open. Sheeyit! She was home the entire time! I had just about got my cock stuffed in my pants and closed them when she walked into the kitchen. "Hi!" She was wearing a pair of shorts and a white tee- shirt. It was fairly obvious from the way that her tits bounced around that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were just about showing through. This was enough to have my cock instantly swelling up again, which was, given how quickly I'd stuffed it into my pants and how much cum was all over it, a fairly uncomfortable feeling. "Howdy," I replied, blushing furiously. "Just came in for a paper towel to dust off the screen." She nodded. "Yeah, it did look dirty." I smiled, agreed and left as fast as I could. I went as fast as I could to the office. Motherfucking hell! I'd left the door open, and Sheryl had to walk past the office to get to the kitchen from her room, and there was her face sucking a spurting cock in glorious seventeen inch SVGA. She _had_ to have seen it, if only in passing. As I reached up to the keyboard to erase it, I was hit with a double whammy...my hand was still dripping with my cum. This really fucking sucked. But in some way it was exciting, knowing that she had to have seen it, and had probably heard me as well. Sheryl didn't say a word about it, though, but later in the afternoon when I dared emerge and go back to the kitchen, I noticed that my cum had been cleaned off the counter. Needless to say, I was a whole shitload more careful from then on when I fantasized about Sheryl. When Sheryl's car wasn't there, I physically checked to make sure she wasn't home by knocking on her door if it was closed. If she wasn't, then I was alone and almost anything could go. I could grab her panties out of the hamper, sniffing deeply for traces of her pussy, and I could jerk off into them. I would wrap them around my cock and stroke, imagining that it was Sheryl's cunt tightly wrapped around my cock. With each thrust, I felt my prick sliding not into the thin cotton, but the silky smoothness of her tight pussy. I was always careful not to actually shoot into her panties, though. I didn't need to try and explain that one, for sure. I also continued to make my BMPs. I had accquired enough skill with the mouse to make them semi-realistic by this point, and was getting more ambitious. My latest effort was a series of Sheryl and myself sixty-nining. She was on top of me, with her enormous tits pressed up against me. My hands were grasping her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her moist crack and tight asshole. My tongue was deeply pushed into her pussy, and her juices were liberally coating my face. Sheryl had one hand cupping my balls, and the other wrapped around the shaft of my rod, jerking me off. Her tongue was busy licking the swollen head of my cock. I just had to pull out my cock and start jerking off. I closed my eyes and my own stroking fingers became Sheryl's tongue. It ran up and down the length of my prick. It ticked my balls, and traced a moist line up the underside to the head. It flicked around the hole, and then she engulfed my cock in her hot, wet mouth. Sheryl bobbed her head up and down over my cock. I could feel her mouth wrapped around my pole, and I was saying to her "Come on Sheryl...suck it...suck it." And she did, until orgasm overcame me and I poured out my balls. As usual when I fantasized about Sheryl, large amounts of cum shot all over my hand. This time, however, I cleaned up quickly, just in case she came home unexpectedly. Part II: Cumming in Fits and Spurts A few weeks later, I was doing my work as usual. Sheryl was home, just hanging out, coming in every now and again to ask questions about something-or-other, and I thought she was even deliberately brushing up against me. I put that down as an oversexed imagination talking, because Sheryl was wearing a short bathrobe, tied very loosly. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra under it, because her hefty tits were bouncing around like crazy, her nipples showed very clearly through the thin material, and every now and again the robe would open up enough for me to see in. I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like Sheryl wasn't wearing any panties, either, because I could see an awful lot of her ass (of which, we must remember, there's an awful lot). So, I was working away, distracted as all shit, and Sheryl called me in to the living room because there was something she wanted me to see on the TV. I saved my file, and popped in to a wet dream come true. Sheryl was lying o nthe sofa with her robe open. Her tits were a little bigger than I had imagined (as was most of her body), and they were flopped to the sides, glistening with some kind of wetness. She for sure had no panties on, either. She had less cunt hair than I had thought, and it was a little lighter than her hair, so I had a nice view of her twat. Her pussy lips were not at all prominent and one finger was tracing a line up and down her slit. She was looking me straight in the eye with a look that could best be described as "come fuck me." I had absolutely no idea how to react. I mean, half-a- hundred fantasies were one thing, but actualization was something else entirely. My dick, on the other hand knew exactly what to do, and instantly started swelling up inside my jeans. I instinctively walked up to her. Sheryl reached up and lazily massaged the bulge in my pants. "I saw all the stuff you did on the computer," she said. "I bugged me when I first looked at them, but then I started to like it." All the while, her fingers were keeping up an insistent up-and-down pressure on my cock. She was driving me crazy, and she knew it. Her hands drifted up to the button. "Now," she said, "I want it for real." She undid my jeans and pulled them down. Her hot little hand wrapped tightly around my prick and stroked it, and the other traced a lazy line from her cunt to her nipples. That was what was wet! Sheryl had been rubbing her pussy cream into her tits! That thought alone was too much of a turn on and I started to thrust my cock into her fist. Sheryl kept her hand moving on my cock and moved her other hand back down to her snatch. Her finger strokedup and down over her clit. Then she said, "I watched you jerk off...I want to see you do it again." "Huh?" I was lost, both in confusion and in a sea of sensation from watching her play with her pussy and having her hand rubbing my cock. I could feel her rubbing her fingers in the pre-cum oozing from my excited prick, sliding her palm up and down the shaft. "Look..on the TV." I looked around. There I was, large as life and sitting in the chair with my hand moving up and down over my cock. Well, partially...only about half of my dick was on the screen. My other self was stroking pretty fast and whispering, "Come on Sheryl...suck it...suck it." My stroking hand moved faster, my body stiffened, and a thick spurt of cream shot out of my cock. I wavered between embarrasment that she had managed somehow to tape me jerking off, and arousal that she wanted to watch me. Sheryl let go of my cock, grabbed the remote and started playing with herself more vigorously. She had two fingers playing with the folds of her cunt as she rewound the tape back to where I first pulled my cock out of my pants. Then she let it play and started to play with her tits as well as her cunt. Her hand moved faster over her snatch and clit. "I want to see you do it," she breathed raggedly. "Jerk it for me." Watching Sheryl masturbate was an incredible rush, and didn't do anything to hurt my raging hardon. I grabbed my cock and started to rub it, just as she had been doing moments before. As my fist rubbed up and down over the shaft, Sheryl fixed her eyes on my dick. She wanted a show, so I had to give it to her. I squeezed my cock, letting the drops of pre-cum gather on the tip. Then I started to rub furiously, letting it drop onto her legs. I grabbed my balls with my other hand and started to play with them as well. Sheryl was starting to looked very sweaty and very dazed. The fingers on her cunt were moving faster, and she started being rougher with her nipples. Watching Sheryl fuck herself with her fingers like that was a guaranteed way to really get me going. Sheryl had her legs spread out wide, and she was really going at her snatch in full force. She was doing her best to make herself cum, I could tell, and it was just too much for me to watch. I stroked my cock faster and faster. I could feel the sperm boiling up,ready to shoot out. I moved closer to Sheryl and rubbed my cock with both hands. I wanted to say to her, "Sheryl, look, here's what you wanted!" but all that came out was "Sheryl..." That gave me a sudden thought of Sheryl secretly taping me, and that pushed me the final inch to orgasm. A thick load of cum spurted out of my cock and landed on Sheryl's belly. Another pull of my hands brought another spurt, this one making it to the base of her tits. My final squirt didn't go nearly as far, instead landing on her stroking hands and her bush. Sheryl had watched this display, and started moving her hands upward to mix my cum with her pussy juice, rubbing the slick mess over her quivering tits. I dropped to my knees and immediately moved in to lick and kiss her dripping snatch. Sheryl's cunt had a tangy, salty flavor. I moved my tongue up and down rapidly over her clit and brought my hands into play. I started stroking the folds of her snatch with my fingers, letting them slowly slip inside of that tight tunnel. I fucked her slowly with my hands while my tongue rubbed up and down her slit. Sheryl started rocking her ample hips back and forth, getting close to cumming. I slowed down, not wanting her to cum too soon, but she grabbed my head and held it to her snatch. Her hands were slick and sticky with her pussy juice and my cum, but she still managed to hold me mouth right at her cunt. Sheryl rammed her pussy into my face and started grinding against me. I slipped my index finger out of her twat and stroked around her puckered ass. She was too busy fucking my face to object, so I began to work it up inside her, slowly backing it in and out until it was jammed deeply into her. Sheryl let out a slight cry, almost a cross between a moan and a scream, and held my head in place over her clit. I licked furiously, ready to make her cum. And cum she did, massively. Her entire body shook around me, and I was lost in the taste and smell of her cunt as waves of orgasm rolled over her. When the shaking subsided, she let go enough for me to start licking my way up her body. It was a mess, coated with my cum and her pussy juice and sweat. Yet I lapped it all up eagerly as I worked my way to her tits, sucking lightly on the firm nipples, and finally ending up kissing her full on the lips with a mouthful our mingled juices. Sheryl's tongue worked on mine, tasting herself and me as we relaxed. Part III: A Hard Act to Swallow Sheryl and I lay there for a moment, just kissing. When we broke, I rolled off her and stroked her face. Shery smiled at me. "Thanks." "No problem," I grinned. "If I knew weeks ago, I would have been just as happy to do it for you then." Sheryl gave me a sexy sort of look. "You should've. But I didn't know then, and when I found out what you were doing, I wanted to see it and it took me a long time to get the tape." "How did you get it, anyway?" I was curious, since I didn't recall jerking off while Sheryl stood there with a camera. "I hid my dad's camcorder in the boxes in the corner before you got in and waited. That was the only good tape I got, though." "From now on, Sheryl, you can watch me jerk off whenever you want. You can even help." "I want more than that. I want good tapes, and I want you to tape me too. I got so fucking horny watching that tape. I mean, I thought it was sort of a turn on when I caught you with cum all over your hand, but I knew you were jerking off and thinking of me and that got me really hot. What I want is to be able to watch you and watch myself whenever I want." The idea was exciting. Sheryl wanted to make her own porn, and she wanted me involved. This gave me a cock-raising idea. "Sheryl?" "Hmmm?" "If you want some good tapes, how about if we tape the files I made?" "You mean hook the VCR to the computer? That's no fun." "No, no, no. I mean, we can act out the pictures, as long as it doesn't bother you to much." I was beginning to get hard again -- this could REALLY be my fantasies cum to life, IF she would go for it. "Well.." Sheryl seemed hesitant, not sure if this was a good idea. "Think about it for a second," I said, bringing up a hand to her pussy, "Remember how much was all over my hands?" I began stroking her clit very lightly and she nodded. "Remember how horny you got?" She nodded again, slower this time as my probing fingers began to invade her cunt. "Well, it was you I was thinking about when I did it, and it did this..." I used my free hand to guide her to my re-stiffened cock. Sheryl grasped my prick in her hand and started kissing me again. Her fist rubbed up and down my hardon, lubricated by the cum that was still oozing from the tip. She rubber her thumb in it and ran it over the head of my cock, teasing that most sensitive part of my body with the edge of her nail. I rubbed her pussy a little harder. Sheryl was still wet from the tongue lashing I'd just given her, so I had no trouble slipping a pair of fingers up inside her. Sheryl just rubbed my cock harder and lifted her leg up in the air, rolling on her side. She pulled my prick towards her snatch. I moved my hand out of the way, and Sheryl started running the head of my dick up and down the folds of her twat. I pushed forward and my cock slipped into her cunt. Sheryl broke our kiss just long enough to say, "Just don't cum in me. I haven't been on the Pill since I graduated." and then moved forward to meet my thrusting. Sheryl's pussy was marvelous. She clearly wasn't a virgin, and she clearly had done this often enough in college to know what got a guy going. Her twat slid over my cock, with Sheryl pumping her hips in opposition to my motion. We fucked slowly, almost casually, with my cock moving in and out of her in smooth, deep strokes. Sheryl began kissing me deeper, and I responded in kind. God, her body was large, but this was great. I sank my cock deeper into her pussy, and we sort of rolled. Finally, we ended up in a stable position, where I was on the sofa and Sheryl was on top of my, rocking back and forth and sliding her cunt over my dick. This left her ample tits swinging close enough to my face that I could get my mouth wrapped around one of her nipples. I tongued it gently, feeling the little button between my lips. The taste of our mingled sex was still evident, and I started thrusting even harder into her. I felt myself getting too close. "Sheryl," I gasped, "I'm gonna cum." I pulled my cock out of her pussy. Sheryl slid down, rubbing my cock between her body and mine. Then she was on her knees in front of me, grabbing my cock in her hand and rubbing up and down, until my cock started to spurt cum. I'd used up a hell of a lot of cum just before, so there wasn't a huge amount of cream shooting from my cock. But there was enough to coat her hand as she stroked me. She gently licked my dick, cleaning me with her tongue. Finally, she rubbed my depleted prick over her tits, rubbing whatever cum was left over her nipples. She looked up at me and smiled. "If this is going to be regular, we'd better buy a lot of tapes." Part IV: All Dressed Up and No Place to Blow Over the next week, Sheryl and I really didn't get much chance to do anything in a sexual way. At least, not with each other. Her dad was home working with me whenever I was there, so we really weren't alone, nor did I think he'd really be interested in giving me my paycheck just for screwing his daughter. I did videotape myself jacking off for her, including several nice spurts of cum. The best tape that I did involved me sitting on the chair in my apartment. You couldn't actually tell it was me, of course, because I had the camcorder in a close-up on my crotch, and I was limited to not moving either myself or the camera. However, after much trial and error, I got some nice jerkoff footage for Sheryl too look at. , Sheryl also made me a tape of herself, so I had something to watch. Her tape was about the same as mine, and involed her moaning and fingering her cunt until she came. We were both getting very turned on by the thought of taping together, so both of us wanted a taste of things to cum. The best part of the week was, as usual, the weekend. Sheryl and I made a date to hit the beach, which is one of my all-time favorite places for just about everything, and which was sure to include some sort of sex, because the both of us were incredibly horny from a week of watching each other's tapes. I had my car packed and ready the night before, with everything from my guitar and my towels to a box of condoms and sunscreen (I've had sunburn in some uncomfortable places before, and I will NEVER get it there again, thank you very much.) Now, the car isn't much...it's a big ass old 73 Chevy, and it gets shit mileage, it has no AC, and the radio has been fucked for about a year. One thing it IS good for is sex...there's tons of room in the front seat, and more in the back, which is one of the reasons I keep it lying around instead of replacing it. We got caught in traffic on the way to the beach...this happens all the time, because a lot of people go on the weekends (I put up with the traffic because I love the place and I know I'll be there all day). As we're sitting there, listening to the one station I get anymore, Sheryl is horny as all shit, and not bothering to hide it from me. We tried to discuss how we could tape each other. The way I figured it, the simplest ones to do would be the ones that involved as little motion as possible, or one of us taping the other. I also liked the idea of taping her as she sucked me off, and mentioned it to her. Naturally, the two of us are getting hornier and hornier. I had this raging hardon, and I could I could see Sheryl out of the corner of my eye, just sliding a finger over the crotch of her bathing suit. Her legs shifted wider as she slipped the finger inside and pulled the suit out of the way. I turned to see her stroking her twat and my shorts got painfilly tight. "Jeez, Sheryl, it's not fair to do that while I have to drive." "Oh?" Sheryl began stroking her cunt more vigorously. The sweet smell of her pussy juice began to waft through the car. "Is it ok if I do it this way?" She lay down on the seat and started to stroke my hardon through my shorts. "Is this better?" She pulled my shorts to one side and grabbed my rod. Sheryl's plump little hand stroked my cock slowly. Her tongue stuck out and made contact with the head of my dick. Shit, but her tongue felt wonderful as it slowly ran down from the head to my balls. Sheryl gently kissed the tip and started to take my cock into her mouth. Sheryl's mouth fit tightly around my dick as we crawled down the road. I had one eye on the car in front of me (which wasn't really) moving, but I mostly watched Shery's head bobbing up and down over my stiff cock. Her cheeks were pressed tight against the shaft as she slowly ran her entire mouth up and down. As she was sucking me, she was still playing with her own twat. Her fingers were sliding over her clit, and she was breathing harder around my cock. I started to pump my hips up and down, driving my cock deeply into her mouth. Sheryl choked a little at first. Not that it bother her, just that she wasn't ready for it. She really started jamming her cunt, and I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. Getting a blow job while driving has always been one of my all-time favorite activities, and having Sheryl's tongue working on my my prick certainly fit the bill nicely. I was brought back to reality by a honk and a scream. There was a van driving next to us, with some guy and his girl enjoying the show. They were clapping and cheering and waving. The girl was reasonably attractive, albeit not too much. She grinned and pulled her bathing suit away, flashing her tits at me and licking her lips in an obviously sexual way. Sheryl was too busy caught up in my cock and her cunt to really notice, but I was going between wanting to die and getting more and more turned on. Turning on won by a landslide, and I grabbed Sheryl's head and held it in place over my cock. I thrust my pole into her face and started to cum heavily. Sheryl glubbed a little, but swallowed my cum just the same. The girl and guy in the van started cheering and whistling and giving a blast on an air horn, which DID get Sheryl's attention . She pulled off with a start, leaving a line of cum and saliva between my dick and her mouth. She turned beet red and said, "Oh my god I can't believe this..." She went to wipe the cum from her mouth, but of course her hand had just been stroking her pussy, so that just was more sex on her face. She curled up into a little ball, embarrassed as hell, with my cum and her pussy cream all over her face and hand, and her cunt exposed. SHERYL, Part 5 It's Not the Size of the Waves...It's the Motion of the Ocean Sheryl's total embarrassment at having been observed sucking my cock put a minor damper on things for the moment, so we didn't really do anything else for the rest of the trip. But by the time we got to the lot and parked (near a familiar -looking van...I was pretty sure it was our audience's, but I couldn't tell for sure), Sheryl had got over her embarrassment enough be getting into the beach scene. It was crowded, with a fair number of hot babes in tiny suits (and, to be fair to Sheryl, a fair number of good-looking, at least, to my almost exclusively heterosexual eye, guys). We parked ourselves a good walk down the beach, far far away from the inevitable stereo wars, just about at the old closed area that's been taken over by the nudists. This also put us a goodly distance from most of the crowds, so there were just a few people around us. Sheryl and I spread out, and spend the day partying, singing (killed my fingers on those strings...I hadn't played my guitar for 3 hours straight since college), and generally having a good time. So, after a long while, it started getting on towards dusk, and the beach around us had emptied out long hours ago. Sheryl and I were just kind of sitting there on the sand. I had my arm around her, and we were just watching the waves. I was the first to bring up the subject of being seen. "Did it really bug you out that much that they saw you?" "Who?" "You know...in the van next to us." I leaned over and started to kiss her neck. "I watch you all the time," I went on between kisses. "Mmm...no stop that! I guess...it was just so embarrassing...but it was a little exciting." Sheryl snuggled up next to me, and my hand naturally fell onto her breast. I was idly caressing it through her bathing suit, feeling her nipple stiffen up in response to my ministrations. "You know something, " I said, "This would be a great place to tape. Just imagine lying on the sand and having me rub you all over with my tongue, letting it flick gently over your entire body..." Sheryl was getting hornier by the second, so I ran my tongue gently up her neck and paid more attention to her breast. "...and I would work slowly down your chest, over your belly, down to..." I was interrupted by Sheryl leaning over and kissing me full on the mouth. She moved a little closer to me, and I was able to bring my other hand over to her cunt. I massaged her through her bathing suit, and she shifted her ample thighs to let me get at her sex. I slipped a hand inside her bathing suit, letting my finger tickle her fur for a moment before I slipped it down to her pussy. It was nicely moist, and she was sliding it over my finger at the same time her tongue was wresting with mine. I stroked Sheryl's cunt gently. My finger twirled around her little stiff bud, and Sheryl started sighing. I started to rub her snatch more rapidly. Sheryl's legs spread wide on the sand, and she was breathing very heavily. I shifted around, laying her on her back. I bent to her cunt, pulling the crotch of her bathing suit as far away from her sweet snatch as I could get, and stuck my tongue into her. Sheryl grabbed my head and held it in place. I started to fuck her with my fingers, while moving my tongue directly on her clit. Sheryl's pussy was sweet and salty, with the taste of the sea and sun mingled with her tart juices. I began a steady rhythmic licking of Sheryl's cunt. She started rocking as my fingers drove into her slit. I rotated them inside her and flattened my tongue directly over her little clit. Sheryl drew in her breath as her orgasm hit her. I refused to stop eating her, however. I began sticking my tongue into snatch directly, pulling my fingers out of her and letting them tickle the rim of her asshole. I slowly began inserting my index finger into her. Sheryl gasped a little when I penetrated her anus, but I could tell from the way she moved her hips that she was enjoying my finger up her butt. While fingering her ass, I kept my tongue moving busily over her snatch. I looked up at her; Sheryl had pulled her bathing suit out of the way and was busy playing with her tits. My cock, already stiff against the sand, was really starting to get to the point of needing release. I had no intention of blowing my load just yet, so I concentrated on Sheryl's cunt and asshole. I brought my other hand into play, so that I was fingerfucking her ass and twat at the same time I was licking her clit. With the juice dripping from her pussy down to her asshole, I was able to get enough lubrication going to start moving my finger faster. I began to alternate my hand motion, so that the fingers in her snatch were being pulled out as I plugged up her ass, then reversing the process, pulling out of her asshole while plunging deep into her pussy, and all the while licking furiously on her clit. Sheryl was breathing sharply, and finally she couldn't take any more of my two-hole action. Her legs straightened out, and her entire body stiffened up. Her pussy and asshole tightened around my probing fingers, so much so that I couldn't move them in or out. She let out a small scream, and kind of collapsed. I gently kissed her cunt and withdrew my fingers from her. My cock was straining for some kind of release, and I was in the mood for something a little out of the ordinary, at least for me. Okay, I admit that it's normally done only in porn films, but I wanted to squirt my cum onto her tits and face. And since Sheryl was in no condition to argue (and probably wouldn't have, even if she was!), I went with my inspiration. I grabbed some of the sunscreen as the only available lubricant and poured globs of it between her tits. Then I knelt on top of her, pulled my cock out of my bathing suit and stuck it between her breasts. Sheryl held her tits together for me, albeit weakly, so I could slide my prick between them. Sheryl's tits were large and floppy, so they mold beautifully around my thrusting cock. As she recovered more energy, she began pressing the together more firmly and started to play with her nipple. She tried licking the head of my dick when it came into reach of her mouth, but the taste of the sun block stopped her from that. Sheryl looked me directly in the eye and said, in her sexiest voice, "Come on, do it. Shoot it for me! Cum on my tits!" Now, Sheryl doesn't normally talk that way, and with being out in the open (albeit at night) and my arousal at having made her cum, and having her actually ask me to cum on her, well, that was too much for my cock to take. I pulled on my prick, jerking it from between her tits and stroking violently. A thick stream of cum squirted out. The first one caught her on the chin, and the second shot deposited more onto her tits and face. It was a marvelous release, and Sheryl seemed to enjoy my hot cream on her body. We were both sexed out, and it was definitely night by this point. If we hung out much longer the Beach Nazis would be coming around in their 4-by-4's to make sure there was nobody left on the beach. So we gathered ourselves and headed back to the car. "You know," I said as we got there, "It would have been great to have the camcorder for that." "Oh, come on," she giggled, "We were too busy to hold it." "We'd a figured out something. If not, we'll just have to try it again." So as we're loading the car, I noticed a card stuck under the windshield. I pulled it out and looked at it. It read "Deus Ex Machina Video Club," with a phone number and PO Box. On the back was written, "Jeff and Heidi, your friends in the van." SHERYL, Part 6 The Camera Eye Sheryl and I discussed the card on the way home, and again over the next couple of weeks. She was more than a little nervous about having somebody else there while we were doing much of anything, and I was more than a little turned on by the same thought. It surprised me, in fact, how much so, to the point that I would try and get her to be a little more "public" than we normally were. While I couldn't get her to repeat the blow job in heavy traffic, I did get her to do it in sparser areas. At one concert, I even talked her into a little hand action (I made my point by pulling up her skirt and fingering her until she came...nobody really noticed, and few people cared when she jerked me off. Of course, we were under a blanket at the time, so I'm not sure they could have seen anything anyway). We tried a few mutual taping sessions, but the dynamics just weren't there. When the camera was on a tripod, we had really static action...we couldn't roll around much, which we both liked to do. We could tape each other masturbating, which we did frequently, and I could tape her sucking me off, but that was about it. And we were both really hot to tape ourselves, so we could watch what was going on afterwards. Finally, we were both convinced that we should at least call up and talk to these folks. Both of us were nervous, but we were definitely ready to see what they had to offer. So one evening, while we were over at my place, we picked up the phone and dialed. A woman answered the phone. "Hello?" She had a low, whiskey-and-cigarette voice. "Hi. May I speak to either Jeff or Heidi please?" I was sweating like crazy. I've always hated blind calls, which is why I never made it in sales. "This is Heidi." "My name's...ummm...Standby." No use giving them my real name, at least not right now. Besides, it was my common nickname. "I got one of your cards left under my windshield at the beach a few weeks back after we gave you a show..." I stopped short as Sheryl elbowed me in the ribs. The voice on the other end brightened audibly. "Oh cool, we DID get the right car then. I was pretty sure it was yours, but Jeff didn't know." "It was mine, alright. Listen, I was wondering if maybe we could get together over coffee someplace and see if we could kind of talk face to face about this." "Sure...let me see when's a good time." She must have yelled out at the other end, "Jeff! Pick up the phone!" Muffled shouts at the other end in reply, then "It's the guy we saw getting the blow job on the way to the beach! He wants to meet us over coffee." More muffled shouts. "I don't know...I'll check." Her voice came back to me. "Jeff wants to know if you'd want to meet us Friday night at Sea Dog's Dock down in Huntington?" Sea Dog's Dock was a club I'd been at a few times over the years. I don't normally go to clubs because the crowds bore me, and the music generally sucks cow piss, and they primarily beer that TASTES like cow piss, but it was okay with Sheryl, so we agreed to meet by the door at 9:30. That would be before the crowds really started to show up, so we couldn't miss each other. Friday night came, and we pulled into the parking lot at Sea Dog's Dock at around quarter past nine. I parked in a back corner, where we could check out the entrance. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Sheryl nodded, hesitantly. Both of us were dressed down for the occasion. I was wearing standard jeans and a cotton shirt, and Sheryl had on a skirt and blouse, both in basic black. "It's scary. But it's exciting, too." And it surely was. My cock was already straining in my pants, and Sheryl was lightly rubbing it as she spoke. I kind of closed my eyes and leaned back as she continued to massage my bulging crotch. I was almost ready to cream in my jeans when she stopped. "They're here." I opened my eyes. There they were, our audience from the van. They were clearly dressed more for clubbing than we were. He was in truly hideous pants and some sort of shirt, very au courant. She was cock-raisingly hot, however. She had on a very short skirt and a top which was practically nonexistent. Her hair was tossed casually around her shoulders. "Last chance to back out." I said, opening the car door. "Nah...let's get it over with." Her voice was ok, but she was definitely stressed. She was silent across the lot to the door, where we met them. We made our greetings and went in. Sea Dog's was just about a scummy as I remembered it, but the drinks were cheap because it was early in the night. We scoped out a secluded booth in a back corner and sat down. I decided to cut through most of the bullshit right away and asked them about their card. "It's pretty simple," explained Heidi, "A bunch of people make tapes of themselves fucking and sucking, and we exchange tapes on a regular basis in the circle." Jeff smiled and nodded at her words. "What circle?" "Oh, that's what the club's about. There are about a dozen couples in the club, and each week you mail the tape you have onto the next person, and the person before you mails their tape to you." Jeff smiled again, a little blanker this time. "'Course, it helps if you like to fuck for the camera and the camera operator. But the way you two were going at it on the road, that won't be too much of a problem." Sheryl cringed a little, so I spoke up quickly, "You don't mind having people in the room then?" For the first time, Jeff spoke. "We like it that way." He sounded strained, and suddenly he stiffened up, then relaxed. "It's hotter when people can see us, " Heidi continued. To underscore the point, she lifted up her hand to show cum dripping from it. Goddamn, but she had been jerking him off under the table! She lifted the hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Sheryl watched intently, and I could see the warning signs of horniness in her face. Naturally, I started stroking her knee and moving my hand up her inner thigh. "Haven't you ever really wanted to just fuck whenever you wanted and screw what everyone else thinks," Heidi continued as she licked the sperm from her fingers, "and just go for it?" My hand was just about up to Sheryl's crotch by this point. She shifted a little, and I could feel a familiar wetness in her underwear. I slipped a hand in and started massaging her cunt directly. Heidi clearly knew what I was doing to Sheryl, and kept up with her pep talk. "Fact is, there's nothing much better'n having someone play with your cunt when you might get caught. It's that extra edge of excitement, you know? Just to feel things moving along?" Sheryl's horniness was definitely getting the better of her...she was starting to respond to the talk and my fingering, and her hand was drifting towards my crotch. Heidi went on, in an rhythmic, almost hypnotic, voice, "You like having him play with your pussy? I can tell you do...his fingers are rubbing your cunt lips, aren't they? Go ahead, Sheryl, spread your legs wider. Let him get into you. Let him at your little hot cunt." And I started obeying Heidi's suggestions, doing to Sheryl whatever she suggested. Sheryl's eyes were closed, so she couldn't see Jeff pull out an 8mm palmcorder and stand over us. I don't think she would have cared. She was too much into the sex by this point. Heidi pulled the table over towards her for a little more camera space...nobody else could have really seen much unless they came by directly to look. Sheryl's skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her panties were thoroughly soaked. Heidi went on directing me, and I was happy to follow along. "Ooohh...your pussy is all wet, isn't it? I bet it's all uncomfortable in those wet things. I bet if you ask nicely, he'll take them off and lick your pussy for you? You want that? You want him to go down and eat your pussy?" Sheryl nodded. "You have to say so. You have to ask him, or all he'll do is play with your little clitty." "Please..." she cut off and gasped as I stroked her clit. "Please, eat me. Lick me." She bit her lower lip. "There, that's all better now, wasn't it? Sheryl's being very good and polite, so she's going to get her cunt eaten." I slid to the floor in front of Sheryl and pulled her panties down. She spread her legs fairly wide and grabbed my head, forcing it into her snatch. I still can't recall a better pussy-eating session than that one. Heidi was talking the two of us through fairly public sex, and Jeff was following it all with the camera. Sheryl had just about hit her "shameless slut" mode, which she only hits when she's extremely hot. Heidi was really getting into the director's role, as well, and it was obvious she'd talked people through sex before. "That's right...let him into your twat. You like that? You like having his mouth on your clit? I bet you want his fingers in your cunt. I bet you'd like him to finger your asshole, too. Would you like that, Sheryl?" Sheryl reacted with a positive sort of "Mmmm..." so I slid one finger up into her snatch. Another slowly penetrated her ass. The tiny, puckered hole pulsed around my finger. "Do you want his fingers up your cunt and asshole? Can you feel that? Does that feel good? Ask him to make it better. Ask him to make you cum." "Please..." Sheryl could barely speak. "Please what?" "Please, eat me. I want to cum." "He's not going to eat your pretty little cunt anymore, Sheryl. He's going to fuck you, right here and now. But he has to get ready, so I want you to play with your pussy." Sheryl's hands drifted down to her snatch. She began stroking her clit directly with one, and slid 2 fingers on the other inside herself. She began fingerfucking herself rapidly, close to cumming. Her mouth was half- open, and she was making little gasping sounds as her finger roamed over her little love bud. A faint sheen of sweat covered her face. She looked incredibly sexy, as well as sexed. At that point, the camera was forgotten, Heidi was forgotten, the fact that we were in a very public area was forgotten. I was too turned on to worry about anything but sinking my cock deep into Sheryl's snatch. Somehow, Sheryl slid to the floor and turned around. I managed to kneel behind her and replace her pounding fingers were replaced with my cock, and there we were, fucking like crazy on the floor. Her fingers were working double-time on her clit, and my rod slid in and out of her snatch like nothing ever before. The folds of her cunt pulled and tugged on my cock as I pushed it into her. Her nails scratch along the shaft each time I thrust forward. Neither of us cared. I was lost in her pussy, and she was lost in her clit. Sheryl's clit-rubbing became more intense, and her breathing stopped. I pushed my cock into her cunt, and her orgasm hit her. The walls of her pussy gripped my dick in a pulsating warmth as her vaginal muscles convulsed. When the shaking had subsided, I started pushing into her again. No longer intent only on her own orgasm, Sheryl fucked me back, rocking much as possible in the narrow space. Her fat ass wobbled with each thrust. I kneaded her cheeks, pulling them apart, rubbing my thumb over her tiny, puckered asshole. I was getting pretty close to cumming myself. I started fucking her faster., ramming my cock as far into Sheryl's cunt as I could. I could feel the sperm boiling up in the base of my balls. "Cum ON her, not IN her" The voice was Heidi's, cutting partially through my impending orgasm. I couldn't focus on it. I was getting ready to shoot, and I didn't care where. Roughly, she pulled me out of Sheryl's tight twat and aimed my cock at that orifice it had been so recently fucking. A hand, Heidi's, stroked my dick lightly but insistently. The pressure of those talented fingers was too much for my severely horny dick to take. A thick spurt of cum shot out and landed on Sheryl's asshole. Another pull of the hand brought another shot, this time landing more or less directly on her glistening pussy lips. My cum dripped down Sheryl's legs as Heidi finished pulling the sperm from my depleted dick. Finally, she rested my softening tool in Sheryl's cum-coated ass crack and I collapsed onto Sheryl's back. The rest of the night was mellow. Nobody at Sea Dog's had noticed us (or, if they did, they didn't care enough to say anything), so we danced, drank and learned a little more about each other. As we were heading out after last call, Jeff flipped me a VHS tape with a post-it attached. "Mail this to the address on the tape next week," he said. "Welcome to the club!" SHERYL, Part 7 -- Voyeur to the Bottom of the Sea We could hardly wait to see what was on the videotape that Jeff had handed us as we left the club that night. But we were both dog-tired from hours of partying (to say nothing of fucking), and it was late. So we put it off for a week. Sheryl popped by, ready for a nice spell of watching some hot fucking and sucking. We each grabbed a drink and popped in the tape. It opened with a shot of the beach, looking out over the ocean, and the words ANNE AND CARL PRESENT THE GROWN-UP MERMAID floating in space, obviously put there by the camcorder's mechan- ism. Some Disney song from "The Little Mermaid" played in the background. The camera panned over to one side, where a guy was lying at the water's edge, half in and half out. He was wearing some bogus pseudo-medieval costume, some kind of tunic. The cam- era angle made it quite clear that there was no codpiece or hose as part of the outfit, although there was a sword in a scabbard and a pair of boots. The outfit was made even more bogus consid- ering the crew cut he was sporting, and the tattoo on one arm. The guy, on the whole, looked like he'd just washed up on shore. Out of the waves swam a woman. She was set up like the Little Mermaid, Disney-style, complete with red hair, shell- shaped bikini top , and a fish tale covering her from the waist down. As she flopped up onto the shore, dragging her tail behind her, the camera went in for a close-up of her body. She was slim, with smallish tits, and a fairly pretty face. Her heir was long and straight, and a little redder than Sheryl's. Freckles were scattered along her face, chest and arms. "Oh! A human, drowned and washed upon the shore! What a shame!" Her voice was high, almost childlike. "What was it Se- bastian used to say? That humans needed air in them! Yes, so if I can blow air into him, he'll live!" She dragged herself up to him, in the process dislodging her bikini top a little so that one nipple stuck out. "Now, where does the air go in? The human divers always have a hose to breathe through, but he has none! Oh wait, there's a hose. Perhaps I can blow on that to make him alive!" She moved his tunic out of the way and looked down at his cock, lying there flaccidly. She reached out and touched it gingerly with her hand and stroked it lightly. Her mouth des- cended towards it. Her tongue stuck out from between her lips and made contact with the head. His dick jerked and began to stiffen rapidly. She licked a little harder, and inch by inch, his cock rose up, until her hands were holding a rigid, fairly large dick in her hands. Her mouth opened up, and she took the tip of it inside. She sucked on it lightly, the faint slurping sound of her tongue periodically drowned out by the roar of the waves. She let the head of his cock fall out of her mouth and licked from the tip down to his balls. Her tongue ran down right around his anus, flicking around the edge. Her hand stroked slowly up and down his stiff prick while her tongue was busy working on his balls and asshole. She stroked gently, letting the thin fluid leaking from his cock get all over her hands. She nibbled lightly on his balls, and then ran her tongue back up the base of his cock to the head. She cirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, in an ever-widening pattern that eventually left her with her mouth wide open above it. With a hand caressing his balls, she took his cock into her mouth. Sheryl and I watched as inch after inch dissappeared inside her, until she had swallowed his entire rigid pole. Just as slowly, she lifted her head up, until just the tip of his dick was in her mouth. Then down, again going all the way until she had his whole shaft deep in her throat. Working her jaws, she pulled off of his cock, leaving a thick strand of saliva between her mouth and his cock. She went back to licking his dick rapidly, right around the base of the head and running up and down the shaft to the balls. I don't know what kind of control the guy in the sand had to not have moved a muscle during the performance so far. I was practically cumming just watching the blowjob he was getting. Sheryl was already rubbing her cunt through her shorts. But the guy in the medieval outfit just lay there, motionless. Had it not been for the rising of his cock and breathing, you'd have thought that he was dead. On screen, the mermaid had released her hands and just held the cock in her mouth. The camera pulled back a little from its close-up, showing her removing her bikini top. Her tits were as small as they'd seemed, giving her an almost little-girl qual- ity. Her nipples were also small, but well formed, and were sticking out nicely. She letting her mouth pull away from his rod and moved upwards. Her tits were nowhere near big enough to fuck, but she ran her nipples alternately up and down his pole. Finally, she grasped his balls and rod and really began to go at his cock with her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down over him, getting just about half his length into her face, while one hand fondled his balls and asshole. His wall of self control was broken. His hand lifted to caress her hair as she sucked on his prick. He began pumping his hips up and down in opposition to her mouth, driving his rod into her face. She worked her jaws over his cock, and suddenly, he grunted loudly and held her head in place over his rod. Clear- ly, he was cumming in her mouth and I could see her mouth moving as she used her tongue and palate on him. She slowly pulled her mouth off of his cock, now shiny with cum. She pursed her lips, and his sperm oozed from her lips down her chin. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she stuck her tongue between two fingers and ran her hand down her chin to her tits, smearing his cum on her body. The camera followed as her sperm-soaked hand roamed on her nipple. The camera cut to his face. "You haved saved the life of the Crown Prince! For this, you shall henceforth never leave my side!" Back to her. "Alas, I must. For you see..." She cut off and started. "It's true! The legend is true!" The camera panned back. Sometime in the past few moments, the fish tail had been removed, leaving her totally nude. And I do mean totally...there wasn't a hair to be found on her body other than her head. Her cunt was very cleanly shaved and very visibly wet. Her legs were slim, and there was only the slightest amount of padding on her ass. "The Book of Atlantis says that if a mermaid should taste the ocean of Man, she would become one of them ." "Then you can stay with me!" She shook her head. "No, for the legend says that the Man must taste the ocean of the Mermaid, and that the oceans must mix for the charm to stay. And I do not know what that means." He smiled. "There is no problem with that. I can help, here and now, and you will stay with me forever!" He leaned for- ward and kissed her gently, dropping his hand to her twat. Her eyes widened as his fingers made contact with her sex, and she smiled and spread her legs. Two fingers penetrated her hairless cunt effortlessly. She leaned back on the sand as he fingered her snatch and bent down to suck and lick her small tits. The camera pulled in for a close shot of his tongue working over one erect nipple. His tongue moved around the little bud, and then began a slow trip down the underside of her tit. He licked down her torso, over her naval, and down to her waist. Even slower, he licked down until her was just where her bush had been shaven away. And then there was just his tongue and his fingers work- ing at her bare pussy.J She had a very pretty cunt. The lips were not at all prominent, and were nicely shaped, even with the probing fingers forcing them apart. She moaned loudly (and very fakely, I thought). I looked over at Sheryl. She had her hand inside her shorts and was enthusiastically fingering her own snatch as she watched the on-screen tongue lashing. I pulled Sheryl closer to me and started kissing her neck. Watching sex on the screen was great, but it's nothing like the real thing. Sheryl obviously agreed, because the two of use were naked and playing with each other in no time flat. Her hand stroked up and down my rod, squeezing and pulling and stimu- lating every nerve ending. I was rubbing her clit between my in- dex and middle fingers and bending down to suck and lick Sheryl's magnificent mammaries. Sheryl's nipples and breasts were warm under my tongue. I worked on them gently, letting my mouth caress the stiff buds, nursing off them. One hand snuck down to her snatch. While sucking and licking her nipples, I slid a finger over her clit and pushed it into her cunt. Sheryl began breathing deeper, and I started working on her twat faster and faster. Both of us were really close to the edge from watching the video, and I was determined to make her cum first. I paid closer attention to her clit and she splayed her legs and started pumping her hips. "Shit, right there...no, faster...mmm....yesssss..." and her voice trailed off. She stiffened up as her orgasm hit her. Her snatch pulsed around my finger. I kept my hands working at her quivering twat as I licked my way down her stomach to her crotch. I heard moaning as my tongue touched Sheryl's snatch, whether Sheryl's or the mermaid's, I couldn't tell. I didn't care...Sheryl's cunt was too tasty for me to worry about the mermaid anymore. I kissed her lclit gently and ran my tongue slowly down her slit. The sweet smell of Sheryl's sex wafted around me. Her tangy juice gather on my tongue and face and hands. I used one hand to finger her cunt. I took a cunt-juice-coated index finger and pushed it slowly up into her asshole. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Definitely Sheryl this time, reacting to my fingers up her ass and cunt. I obliged her by fingering her holes more vigorously. I stopped licking and sat back a little, just so I could watch as my fingers moved in and out of her. I'd never really just looked at Sheryl's pussy be- fore, not like this, not when it was in use. Her lips were shiny with her juice, and as my fingers slid in and out of her, they almost quivered. Her asshole was brown and puckered, tight around my probing finger. A few sparse pubic hairs made it from her bush down the sides of her cunt. I looked up at Sheryl. She was staring at the TV with a glazed look in her eye as my hands plugged into her, just chant- ing "Oh fuck! Oh fuck it!" over and over again. I glanced back over my shoulder to see what was going on. On screen, his enor- mous rod slid in and out of her naked cunt. Her pussy was split wide by his thrusting tool driving into her. He sped up, finally pulling his cock out and jerking it furiously, holding the tip right up against her pussy. His cum pulsed out onto her cunt. He squeezed it out, until his cock was drained. He fell back, and the camera went for a close-up of her snatch, slick with their comingled juices. Her hand entered the picture and rubbed the cum over her pussy lips and into her cunt as the image faded to the words "...and they fucked happily ever after." Sheryl pushed my head back down and mumbled "Eat." I knew exactly what she wanted, but some little devil in me asked, "What?" without thinking. "Eat me..." "What do you want? Come on, tell me." This brought forth another suprise. She grabbed my hair and held my face into her pussy and shouted at the top of her lungs, "EAT MY FUCKING CUNT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I was rather taken aback...this was the first time Sheryl, or any other woman, for that matter, had ever given me such a command. But despite my innate despisal of orders, I happily obeyed. I was having too much fun to care about the neighbors hearing, and Sheryl was deep in Shameless Slut mode. I licked her clit and concentrated on the finger sliding in and out of her ass. The hole was tight and warm. Sheryl started breathing deeper, and moaning softly. I pursed my lips directly on her clit and sped up the fingers that were in her asshole and cunt. Sheryl went wild and started screaming. "Oh shit yes yes yes lick it oh god oh fuck lick it lick it lick it fuck oh shit my ass my asshole deeper oh FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I slid my tongue down to her asshole and ran the tip around the rim, jamming it in where her puckered anus met my finger. Sheryl gasped a little...I don't think anyone had ever licked her asshole before. Wriggling the finger in her butt, I continued to lick all around the tight brown hole, lapping up the pussy juice that had dripped down from her twat, and began did- dling her clit with my other hand. That was the final straw. I don't think either of us ex- pected her orgasm to be as intense as it was. This was perhaps the stuff of legends. With a loud "OH SHIT!" she clamped her asshole around my finger and jammed her entire crotch forward. Her legs stiffened up next to me. Her entire body shook, jig- gling her plump stomach. And when it was over, and she had relaxed, sweaty and ex- hausted onto the sofa, I pulled my finger out of her and kissed her asshole gently. Sheryl relaxed her grip on my head and I sat up and looked at her. "More?" "Don't even think it," she whispered. "That was too much." I sat down next to her and guided her hand to my cock. "You don't get a break yet," I said, putting my arms around her and kissing her. She kissed me back, weakly, and gently stroked my rigid pole. The bare minimum of friction kept me from cumming right then and there, but was enough to feel sensational. Sheryl got down on her knees in front of me and grabbed my cock. She started rubbing it up and down roughly. She looked up at me and licked her lips. "I want to see you cum. You have to tell me so I can watch." I nodded silently. Sheryl pouted and stopped moving her hand. "You don't sound too excited. Maybe I won't do it after all." "God damn it, YES! I'll tell you when I'm going to cum. Just don't stop!" "Ask me nicely." I whimpered. "Please. Pretty please, with whipped cream and chocolate sauce, please play with my cock..." I closed my eyes and sighed in relief as Sheryl's tongue made contact with my dick. She just the tip down from the hole to my balls, flicking gently along the ridges, driving me crazy. She kissed my balls and started licking the undersides, all the time stroking the shaft and head with her hand. I felt the tip of her tongue circling around my asshole, and then a sharp, unfamiliar sensation as Sheryl began to force a finger into me. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, although whatever she was using to lubricate (probably saliva and/or pussy juice) wasn't quite good enough. Still, she got most, if not all, of her finger up, and after wiggling and moving for a few minutes, she was able to finger my asshole easily. The whole thing was a massive turn-on, and when Sheryl licked her way back up and took the head of my cock into her hot, wet mouth, I was going crazy. I tried to thrust my cock into her face, but her finger up my ass was restricting my movement. So I could only sit in growing ecstasy while Sheryl sucked me off and fingered my asshole. I ran my fingers through her hair and moaned her name. I looked down at her, seeing her eyes closed as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. Her tongue worked around the head of my prick. She sucked gently on the tip of my rod and ran her tongue in a spiral out from the hole to the base of the head. She released my cock and licked her way slowly down the shaft. Her moth trailed over my balls, and then down to my ass. As I had done for her, she licked my anus right around her finger. The feeling was incredible, and I could see why she had cum so much. I felt a familiar and pleasant tension beginning to work its way up in my balls. Shery lreturned to my cock, this time stroking my balls and licking directly on the head. In between licks. she looked up at me. "So , are you gonna cum on me? Give it to me!" "Oh, fuck, Sheryl, I..." and I couldn't speak any more. Sheryl pulled her mouth off of my cock and grabbed it with one chubby hand. She wrapped her fingers tighly around the shaft and stroked up and down. She looked up at me and licked her lips and said, "Come on, cum for me." She stroked my rod fas- ter, every so often bending down to lick the very tip. Her en- tire body, and especially her tits, were jiggling from her arm and wrist action. Persperation beaded on her forehead and chest as Sheryl jerked me off. The finger in my asshole plugged in and out of me. I finally lost it. "Sheeerylll..." My voice trail off as the two focii of pleasure became one giant knot of ecstasy, which started in the small of my back and worked forward to my cock. Every muscle in my body tensed in orgasm. A thick spurt of cum shot out of my cock, hitting me in the belly. Sheryl con- tinued to rub, and another gob oozed out of my dick, coating her hands. She pulled gently on my cock, drawing forth all the sperm she could. Finally, she leaned gently forward and kissed my semen-coated cock. She moved up to the couch next to me and kissed me, snuggling into my arms. We fell asleep that way, with her hand still wrapped around my rod.The last time I stretched a tape measure across my wife's breast, it extended to a whopping 45.5 inches. For those of you that have read my stories about my wife's growth from a 34C to a full 36DD may recall that the last time I measured her she only measured 43 inches. That's 2.5 inches of growth!! It all started around the first part of January when my wife began to complain that her breast were becoming sore and tender. As the days went by her breast continued to be sore and tender, and they appeared to be fuller. My wife asked me several times if I thought that her breast were fuller, to which I replied that I thought they had grown a bit. As a few more days passed it became more evident that her breast were growing again, because the buttons on her bloused were now being pulled tight across her breast. One evening after work, my wife went to the bedroom to change and came out a few moments later wearing a robe. She opened the robe and was wearing only a bra and some panties, she said," Look at this", as she pointed my attention to her bra encased breast. Her breast were literally buldging out the top of her 36DD bra, it brought back memories of when I had watched her out-grow smaller bras. Later that night I pulled out the tape measure to see just how much she had grown......she stretched it out to 44.75 inches. In just four short weeks my wife went from a 43 inch bust to a 44.75 inch bust. I didn't believe anyone could grow that quickly, and I really didn't expect to see that much growth. The next morning my wife wakes me up holding some kind of funny stick, with pink lines on it, in her hand! That's right folks, I'm going to be a daddy!! Suddenly we realized why her breast were growing again. I was excited in the fact that I am going to be a father, and that I'm going to have a front row seat as my wife's breast continue to grow. We figured that she was about four weeks along when I took my first measurement. I contunued to take measurements until the growth appeared to stop. As my wife continued to grow I began to notice that the gap between her breast was getting smaller and smaller. My wife is at a point now that there is no gap between her breast, my wife now has cleavage even without a bra! At six weeks I measured again, this time she measured in at an even 45 inches. I continued to measure her about every two weeks until she reached 45.5 inches at about 10 weeks. At around 10 weeks the growth seemed to stopped. I was disappointed to see that the growth spurt had stopped, but my wife has assured me that I havn't see anything yet, she says that when her milk comes in that her breast will experience even more growth than they did at the beginning of the preganancy. I can't wait to see that! All in all it is an incredible experience to see that much grow in such a short period of time. I even talked my wife into squeezing into one of her 36DD push up bras, my eyes almost popped out of my head, that tiny 36DD bra couldn't come close to containing her larger breast! It looked as if at least half of her breast was being forced out the top of the bra, and that is with the push-up pads removed (my wife never uses the pads). Everyone be sure to stay tuned. Right now we are at about 5 months so I hope to have a lot more to write about in the near future, until then please wish me, my wife and unborn child well. Thrust 5-9-01 LAURA STAGE 1 A couple of years pass and I have a new job, pay is better and there are office women to meet and talk to. One is a cute girl named Kim with close cropped hair and a huge pair of bloated tits that hang down to her elbows. Unfortunately she also has an enormous butt, which unfortunately offsets the effect. Six months after I started she quits and is replaced by another girl, Laura, chubby, quiet, bigger than average boobs and, unfortunately, a big butt to go with them. I see her in the halls sometimes, but don't think much of her. My tastes don¹t lean toward overweight women and she definitely was in that category. (More about her later) I do meet an office lady named Kathy. Cute, slim, (thin really) great dresser, librarian looks, leggy, blonde and flat as a board. We dated for about a year and a half. In all that time she never needed a bra. I didn't mind. The first six months were heaven. She was completely infatuated with me. I could do no wrong! Sparks shot out of our fingertips when we touched. In the summer she took a long vacation. While she was gone I went to a convention for the weekend with a friend of mine. He and I are in the parking lot when I hear someone call my name. I turn around and there is Laura from work. Now that she has called out to me she is a bit embarrassed that she did. She is standing in the parking lot clutching her outer clothing to her chest and wearing a one-piece gym leotard. I can't help but notice her extra-large chest bulging over the clothes she is squeezing, but they are offset by other, less attractive bulges on her skin tight brown leotard. We chat a bit, she explains she is dressed this way because she is on her way to the hotel gym. She has started working out recently and is trying to lose weight. O.K., i've heard that before, whatever. Two weeks later my girl firend Kathy came back, and she brought an attitude back with her . It seems there was a ROTC camp near the relative¹s home where she had been. And her relatives made sure she was invited to a couple of young officer's parties. Suddenly I could do no right. She had met officer material and I didn't measure up. I kept trying to make things right, but nothing satisfied her any more, and, finally after a year of this we broke up. Trouble was she still worked with me! Another year and a half of her own brand of office game hell passed. Kathy found different ways to annoy me and chubby Laura quit and found another job. In the end Kathy also left and I was left in peace. After that another dating dry spell. John 4-14-01 LAURA STAGE 2 A year or so later some of the people in my company decide to hold a reunion party. They have kept in touch with retirees and other people who have left. And decide we will all get together as some lounge and talk about old times. Well, someone invited Laura, and when I laid eyes on her again I was stunned. In the years since I had seen her last she had actially kept up working out and losing weight. Now she was actually thin! She was always cute, but now she was a knockout! She wore this long, slinky one-piece dress with a strap in the back that accented a figure to die for! Long legs and firm butt on a 5' 8" dark haired beauty. Her sleeveless red gown was a bit overdressed but none of the guys seemed to mind. Especially when they got an eye full of the rack she was sporting. I found out later they were a full pair of double D's! And she was wearing glasses! she looked like an oversexed, overstuffed librarian. Laura was always well liked in our group, and she made the rounds of social talk with several people. Eventually making her way to me, she sat down and we chatted about nonsense, all the while I¹m trying not to stare into her expansive cleavage. Some music started and all of a sudden she says "Let's dance"! We danced, shuffled around really, while she pressed her chest against me. I noticed she wasn't making any effort to keep her distance. Back at the table, talk somehow turned to the local Renaissance Festival and how she wanted to go. So we made a promise to get together and do that just as the party was breaking up. Two weeks later I get a phone call from Laura. She and her mom have set a date for the festival and want me to come along. That weekend her mom drives over and picks me up, and the three of us go to the festival. I meet Laura's mom and discover where Laura inherited her chest from. The mother of 3 children Laura's mom is still an attractive woman with an impressive D cup, Still, Laura was obviously bigger and in much better shape. Laura's mom and I hit it off right away. A fun lady whose personality has rubbed off on her daughter. The day ended too soon, and before I know it they drove me back to my home. They drop me off and Laura walks me to the door and, right in front of her mom, kisses me! Well, Laura and I have been dating ever since. Laura went on the pill shortly after we started getting serious about each other. She can¹t fit into that tight, slinky red gown any more. But I don¹t mind. You see, the reason she can¹t squeeeze into it any more is that the pill made her breasts swell a full cup size. Her double D/E cup bras don¹t fit her any more and she was forced to buy F-cups from catalogues. We are usually very active, bicycling and hiking and working out together. But recently, with winter and, with me taking her out to dinner, she has been eating a bit more. Honestly she was too thin before, so the 10 pounds she has gained is no problem to me. Oddly a lot of the extra weight she has gained has settled in her left breast, which is now a full cup size bigger than her right. It is a sight to see her standing in her lingerie. The right cup of her F-cup bra comfortably full with no room to spare, while her overfull left cup is straining and bulging at the top and side. Her bras all have four clasps on the back to keep everything in place, and sometimes the back strap is stretched so tight I have a very hard time undoing each of the little hooks. When this happens I admit sometimes I get a little impatient and just grab hold of the bottoms of the cups and pull slowly forward and up. Lifting the cups up over her breasts and letting all of that incredible flesh spill out unrestrained. Yes, it has been a long, hard road, filled with unfulfilling, frustrating sightings, but in the end things have all worked out very well. John 4-14-01 See Johns other stories at Breast Memories Christina Part II My last story about Christa told about how she showed up a girl named Ya-Ya at a pool party by overflowing a bikini top. Well, that evening as I had my hands on her rear and head smothered between her boobs, she blurted out "You really like me when I'm big, huh." She had put on 15 pounds, remember, up to 165. I answered, pumping furiously and out of control: "Yeah, you noticed, huh. I'd love to see you get even bigger and bust open your bra." Well, about a week later, I went over to her place for the weekend, and walking in the door, heard her voice tell me to come into the bedroom. So there she was, wearing white tights and a bikini top that was barely covering her nipples. She told me that she had pumped up with weights for me for about 2 hours, so she looked shockingly massive, about 15 pounds heavier than her actual 165. She stood on her toes to show off the huge slabs of meat on her thighs and then took a deep breath and thrust out her chest a little. No way that bikini could hold her in. The back just sprung open and the puny cups flew off and landed about 3 feet in front of her. I almost fainted. I don't have to describe the rest of the evening. Only bad part: she lost the extra weight before too long. After she burst out of her bikini top, she says: "Is this big enough for you?" Fallow 4-14-01 Incredible Transformation Part II Well, the verdict is in! Crissy's brother came back into town the other day, and I made a comment on his siter's new endowment. When I spoke to John, he had just gotten back from out of town work and had been gone for about two months. Apparently, sometime during that two months, Crissy had went out and got herself an incredible pair of implants. They were so new infact, that John hadn't seen the results yet. I was very suprized to find out that she had gotten implants, I really didn't think she could affort it. Apparently, she has gotten into Hooter's Endowment Fund! I was thinking as John told me that he hadn't seen her yet, boy is he in for a BIG suprize! If I see Crissy again in the future, I'll be sure to keep you guys informed. Thrust 1-11-01 An Old Girlfriend I met her in college when I was a junior and she was a freshman. At the time she was about 5'6" and weight about 130 and had a nice set of 34c's. She always like her chest and was very open about it. After we had been dating 3-4 moths she said her bras were getting tight and showed me where the cups were cutting in to her breast. She went to the store to buy new ones and came home wearing a 36d. Over the next two years we dated she stayed about the same size. Near the end of our dating, before I left school and took a job she started another growth spurt and had to go to a 36dd. Her breast were huge and I hated leaving. We broke up a few months later due to the distance thing. It was a very friendly parting and we stayed in touch. About a year after breaking up we were talking on the phone she told me she had a new boyfriend. She told me she was now taking birth control pills and thought they were making her breast grow. She said they seemed to be getting bigger all the time. She said alot of her shirts she used to wear would not button over her breast. Going back for new bras she had to buy a 38e. The best part is she loves to talk about her breast growing, she said they were getting to big to see her feet. I went about a year with out talking to her when she called the first of december last years and said she was coming to see me around Christmas and she had a very big suprise. She called and got directions to my house and came over. When she walked in I was shocked she had the biggest chest I had ever seen. She was wearing a button up denim shirt that was gapped open in several places. As she wobbled in the door all I could do is stare. She looked at me and smiled and said do you think they are any bigger. We sat on the couch and talked about her breast. She said over the past year she started growing at about a cup size every two to three months. She told me she was now wearing a 38H but it was very tight. She seemed to love getting bigger and didn't mind talking about it. We sat and talked half the night about her chest she spaired no details about her growing. She had put on some weight as well but it looked very good on her she said she weight about 145. The night went well I got to see her breast and to touch them once again. She left the next day. She got up that morning and put on a halter top and really fluanted her chest. I keep close contact with her and she continues to grow. When she got to somewhere around 38J she thought she was getting too big and stopped taking birth control. She stopped growing about 3 months latter wearing a 40JJ. I talked to here the other day and said she was getting married. She said she went to have her dress fitted and said she was amazed at her mearurement, 46-28-38. She had the dress made and went to pick it up two months latter. In the mean time she said she though she had grown some more and when she put the dress on she had to have the top made bigger. She getting married in two weeks and I can't wait to go. Ecla 12-18-2K Incredible Transformation The other night my wife and I went out to dinner. While we were eating, a young lady walked past our table unnoticed by me. My wife called out to her, "Crissy" (name changed). Looking up to see who's attention my wife had called for, I saw this very attractive, slim girl and right away, I noticed that she had rather large breast for her very thin figure. She stood about 5'3", had dark brown high-lighted hair, brown eyes, and it appeared that she had went to a great effort to get her make-up just right. She had a very thin figure and narrow hips, I guess she weighted about 95lbs. It was when she turned around to my wife's call that I noticed her ample endowment stretching the snug, brown sweater that she was wearing. Much to my disappointment, as she stood there talking to my wife, she laid her black leather jacket across her arms and then folded her arms across her chest. The last satisfying view I got was her left breast being forced upward as she folded her arms. As I sat there hoping for a better view, I thought to myself that this young lady must be someone my wife knew from work, as I did not recognize her. When my wife introduced her , she introduced her as Crissy, John's (name changed) sister. John's sister, I had met on several occasions, and this stacked beauty didn't look anything like her. The last time I saw her she was about 1.5 years ago, she was a cashier at the local grocery store. She was the same height, and had the same tiny figure as this girl, but she had dark brown hair with high lights, and at best she barely filled a 32A cup bra. John's sisters, like their mother, were thin and for the most part, flat-chested. I asked the yourn girl in front of us, "were you the one that worked at the local grocery store?", she answered, "yes, that was while I was in high school, I'm in my second year of college now." Oh my God!, it was her! She certainly looked incredible. She was made up perfectly, she had her hair high lighted, and the most startling change was that her tiny 32A's had balooned out to at least very full 32D's. I just wished my eyes were cameras! Her breast looked incredible on her tiny frame. If only that damn coat hadn't been in the way. Crissy's size change was so dramatic, that even my wife was amazed. Just after Crissy left the restaurant, my wife looked at me and said, "She had to have gotten a boob job, her boobs were never that BIG"! I replied," something happened, because the last time I saw her she was flat-chested, but I doubt that she or her family could afford a boob job." If anyone knows, I know that a 17 year old girl can suddenly hit an amazing growth spurt and quickly go from a 32A to a 32D, but it is even less likely when both her mother and younger sister are flat-chested. If her new assets are natural, then it is truely an amazing miracle. When I told my wife that I thought that shw couldn't affort implants, she replied," well she is working , I recently found out that she is working at Hooters." Yes, there is a God! All I can say is that Crissy certainly has the qualifications to work at Hooters. Stay tuned for more, because I plan to ask her brother if her assets are real, and there may be a trip to Hooters in the near future! Thrust 12-18-2K Wife Swells! A few months ago, during the week before my wife had her period, she was complaining that her breast were becoming alot more tender than usual, not only were they more tender, but they were swelling more than normal, alot more than normal. As the week went on, it became very evident that my wife's breast were getting noticeably bigger, infact, blouses that normally fit her were now showing stress lines, and the buttons were being pulled to a point that gaps were forming in her blouse. My wife's blouses were the only thing suffering, her breast had swollen to form two half moons at the top of her then 34DD bras (she's now a 36DD). When she finally revealed them to me, I was amazed and turned on. My first thought was to get a new measurement, ok maybe it wasn't my first thought, but unfortunately I didn't have a measuring tape. Just guessing, I know that my wife must have hit the F cup range, it was the first time that I have ever seen her swell up out of her DD's. The next month I was ready, I had gotten a new measuring tape, and I was hopefully waiting for her breast to swell once again. While they were tender and swelled more than normal, it wasn't near as dramatic as it was the previous month. This time I took a measurement, my wife that normally has a 41.5 inch bust measurement now stretched the tape out to 43 inches, a full 1.5 inch gain. What breaks my heart is that they weren't near as big as they were the previous month, I guess it's the big one that got away. Unfortunately, the grand swelling hasn't happened again since those two months, but I am always hapeful. Thrust 6-16-2k Christa Christa and I met at the end of senior year of college and hit it off right away. She was "my type of girl," easy to get along with, understanding, outgoing and nicely put together: 5'8", a solid 135 pounds, and 38 inches on top (between C and D cup). We would up living in towns about 2 hours apart, so we could see each other only on weekends. Anyway, after we had been together several months and had a couple of pregnancy scares (she was reluctant to take the pill), she finally decided it would be best and started taking it a couple of weeks before going back to see her folks for X-mas vacation for 3 weeks. We talked on the phone a couple of times, and she mentioned that she thought I was going to like what I saw when she got back. What an understatement! I picked her up at the airport and immediately noticed the added fullness despite the warm winter clothes she had on. But when we got back to her place and she was down to her blouse and bra, I was nearly speechless. She had grown what looked like a good 2-3 inches and a cup size or two. AFter hefting her breasts inside her bra (a 36E, I saw), I unhooked it and went for the measuring tape. As I fumbled around in the drawer for it, she told me that the pill plus her mother's cooking had added 15 pounds to her frame. God she looked terrific at 150. She had rather small bones but long, thick muscles, and since her hips, back and thighs had also gotten fuller, she looked really inflated. My hands were visibly trembling as I stretched the tape around those mouth-watering globes. She was smiling and giggling at my reaction to her. 39...40...41...41 1/2. Oh my God, was all I could say. And then came uncontrollable licking, sucking, kissing, smothering, followed by unavoidably (for me) quick sex, and then more sucking, licking and measuring. Then a better love-making session, followed by more sucking and licking. She had driven me out of control, really. During the weekdays all I could think about was getting my hands and mouth on her. The next story will relate how she finally fulfilled my bra-busting fantasy and later really got into it. Fallow 4-8-2000 My Wife Although I have always been a boob man, I guess it was my wife's experience that got me interest in real-life breast expansion. Unfortunately, through all my years of dating, even in high school, I have never dated a girl that outgrew her bra while we were dating, that is until I met my wife. Here's my wife's real-life breast expansion story. I first met my wife when she was about 31 years old. She stood about 5'1", weighted about 135 lbs., and she has blonde hair and blue eyes. Believe it or not, due to the fact that my wife always wore business coats to work, I was never aware of her endowment, even though I saw her on a daily basis at her place of business, until I first took her out to lunch. It was during lunch that I noticed her cleavage. I know, cleavage, no big deal! What got my attention was how high the cleavage rose. I knew that my girlfriend to be must have a nice rack under that coat. After that, our first date, we began to see each other on a regular basis. As our relationship grew and we became more intimate I found out that she wore a 34C bra. I was surprized, I thought that she would have been a D-cup anyway. After about six months of dating, I began to notice that my girlfriend's boobs were starting to bulge out the tops of her bras. A few weeks went by until finally she couldn't ignore it any more. Unknown to me at the time she went shopping and came home with some new 34D bras. When I found out I was incredibly excited, my girlfriend was a D-cup! Shortly after her growth spurt, I got the chance to measure her. She measured a full 39 inches. For the first time in my life I was dating someone while their breast were growing, and she was 31 years old. Everything was great, my girlfriend was now a D-cup, and our relationship was continuing to grow. About a year had passed when it started to happen again, my girlfriends breast were starting to grow out the tops of her bra again. At first I thought it was my imagination, until I asked her and she told me that she thought they were getting bigger too. Everyone seemed to be noticing! One day while her sister was over, her sister is a saggy B-cup, she said," My God, are those things getting bigger?", to which my girlfriend said she thought they must be. Her breast continued to grow out the top of her bras until I insisted that she take me bra shopping with her to get some new, bigger bras. At the department store, I was having the time of my life! With her help, I picked out several new 34DD bras. We rushed home to see if these new bras fit. My girlfriend tried on every bra as I staired in amazement. They not only fit, she filled out the DD cups very well! I couldn't believe it, my girlfriend was not a 34DD!! Just 1.5 years ago she was only a 34C. I rushed over to my dresser and got the measuring tape to check her measurement.......it was a full 41.5 inches now! I one year her breast had grown 2.5 inches. I didn't know what was causing this, but I was loving it. My girlfriend is now my wife, and she has been a 34DD for about two years now. That was pretty much the end of the story, that is until the past couple of months. About two months ago my wife started complaining that her breast were becoming alot more tender than they normally do the week before her period. Not only were they more tender, they also seemed to swell a little larger than normal. The next month it happened again, only this time her breast swelled ALOT more! For the first time ever my wife's breast were swelling up out of her 34DD bras! It was incredible!! Her blouses that normally fit, now were threating to pop a button. Her breast had to be approaching the F-cup range, I have never seen her so big. Much to my disappointment, after her period, her breast return to normal. Unfortunately, I didn't have my measuring tape, but I promise to be ready next month, so stay tune. Thrust 3-16-2000 Still Growing When I was a Junior in college there was this Freshman girl that was running for the office of secretary on the Student Government Association (SGA). During election time all the candidates would go around to the various organizations on campus and say thier piece on why that should have that position. Because I can't remember her first name I'll call her by her last, Ms. Black. The first time I met Ms. Black was at one of these candidate speach things. When I saw her, she imediately had my vote. Ms. Black was stood 5'3", had brown eyes, and had dark brown hair that draped half way down her back. She was wearing one of those dresses that has the laces in the back so that it can be pulled tight around the waist. This dress made Ms. Black's proportions look even more mouth watering. At only 17-18, her dress was trying to contain a lucious pair of DD's that were very full and round, the kind that I especially like. Unfortunately, Ms. Black had a different major than I, so during the year, so our paths rarely crossed. Fortunately for me, she ran again the next year. I was finally a Senior, and Ms. Black was a year older. When she approached the stage to make her speach, I was breath taken. The year had treated Ms. Black incredibly well. It looked as though she had gained about 10 lbs. which put her at about 120 lbs. now, but what was most impressive where all the weight had gone. Apparantly it had all gone to her breast. She was huge!! It looked as though she grown 2-3 cup sized over the year. Although she was wearing a differnt dress, it was still one of those that laced up in the back. My God, words can't describe. I swear that with the dark hair and the huge boobs Ms. Black looked alot like the big bust model Chloe. I know it must be hard to find clothes to fit such a large bust, and her dress made it apparent, it was obviously streched to the limit. It almost brings tears to my eyes knowing that after I graduated she still had two years to go. I still find myself wondering if she continued to grow and if so how big did she get. Thrust 3-13-2000 Growing Girlfriend When I started this job a few years ago there was this other girl working there. I had noticed she had a very nice butt and some noticable sized boobs, but nothing extremely large. When I finally got talking to her one night, I realized she was a really great person and everything, so after a few dates we started going out. We were both the same age, and she was past the usual age that the majority of boob growth happens. During the time we were going out she would always talk about how her boobs were a pain in the ass while running and what not. She would claim she would wake up and they would be bigger than when she went to bed. She of course would be saying that though exagerating. Well, a little over a year after we first started going out, we were looking through her photo album. One picture was from the first week we were going out and she happened to be wearing the same shirt in the picture as she was this day. One thing caught my eye though. I looked at the picture, and then at her. Here boobs had gotten way larger! Noticing this I asked her how much she had grown. She kinda blushed and said, "well, in this picture I was only about a B cup, but for some reason, I've grown so much that I wear a D cup now". Needless to say I was quite excited to hear this. Then she followed with,"I still swear these things are growing, if they get any bigger maybe I'll have to get a reduction", and she smiled at me. Obviously I felt horror at this suggestion, but then she added, "just kidding about the reduction part", with a big smile. MetalliHed 3-13-2000 The One That Got Away? I was just 21 when I met Trisha "Trish". She was 23 at the time and stood 5'3" and weighted 101lbs. She was trim and had C-cup sized breast which looked large on her frame, She also had a nicely shaped butt and legs too! We met at a party and started dating. Trish's mother is Korean and her father Irish, this made a very enchanting mix and gorgeous, exotic looking girl. Her hair was dark, but not quite black and fine with a bit of curl to it. She wore it long, down to her hips and I found this as attractive as her chest. Her eyes were also unique being a grayish/green which contrasted her skin. Looking at her it was impossible to guess her nationality. She had full lips like an oriental but the shape of her cheekbones and nose looked European. But she wasn't easily identified as Eurasian either. Anyway a few of months after we started dating she began to have "female problems", her period was irregular twice a month sometimes so she went to the doctor. It was at this point that I learned that she had been on the pill since she was in high school for the same reason. She commented on how that had made her breast grow! With the door open to the subject I asked a few questions and she told me that she'd been a SMALL B-cup up to that point (17 years old), but as soon as she started taking the pill she quickly grew to her present size. She loved it and said how guys started hitting on her after that. (Aren't we men pigs!) She dug out her high school yearbook at my request and showed me before and after pictures. Unfortunately they weren't good pictures, just B&W and kinda small but one could see the difference. Now the doctor had put her on a different, stronger, pill to help her regain control and it did, but it also caused her to grow again!!! Now as I understand it the pill fools the body into believing it's sorta pregnant which causes the breast to enlarge. Well Trish's got fooled good!!! After about two weeks her breast were gitting too big for her bras. This was great to watch but it also made them sore so I couldn't touch which made it torture for me, we even had to tone down our lovemaking because they hurt her when they bounced, which they were doing more of as well. The soreness lasted a couple of weeks and in that time she grew to a D-cup. She looked great! In part because all her tops were too small and therefore tight, she got a couple newer bigger bras, but still wore the smaller ones from time to time when she didn't have any clean new ones. I loved the way her boobs bulged from them. And at the time (1984) D-cup sized bras were boring at least the ones you got in the department stories ladies section. This was before the time of Victoria's Secret. This isn't the end of the story or her growth! The pill was having another effect on her as well! She was starting to gain weight. She wasn't growing as fast as she had been but she was still getting bigger and jot just her breast, her hips got bigger and butt got rounder even her legs looked shapelier. After about three months she seemed to stop at a DD or E depending on the bra maker and she tipped the scales at 120lbs. Her body looked like Alana Soares, I can remember thinking. She'd made an amazing change, she was attractive before, but the added curves made her look incredibly sexy, especially in her work clother, wich were skirts and heels. Trish worked for a travel agency and that turned out to be the black lining in my silver cloud. She'd worked there for two years prior to having her new figure and all of a sudden her boss was promoting her, twice and over people who'd been their longer. I'm not saying she didn't deserve it, she was smart and capable, but it was fishy. Then the coup de gras(sp?). He started having her go with him to the San Diego Office. The boss was a real face-man, he looked kind of like Rick Springfield but taller. It was obbious he had the hots for her. She started working longer hours and weekends, so you see where this is going. He offered her the manager position in San Diego. She took it and moved. A mutual friend kept me up on how she was doing, she told me that her boss had also moved down to SanDiego too and she moved in with him. But wait! There's more! About two years later I get a phone call, she's in town and wants to see me??? We didn't really part on bad terms so I agreed to meet her at her hotel. I was shocked when I saw her, she'd continued to grow, ALLOT! Her hair was short now and permed, dressed to the nines and showing (no kidding) 5 inches of cleavage that jiggled like crazy as she moved. I'm guessing her weight was 150 to 160 I never asked. We had a pleasant evening dinner and drinks and she told me she'd had a baby , the reason for all the weight (yes it was the boss's, ex-boss and ex-lover now). She still managed the office etc. She asked me to walk her back to her room. I did and she opened the door and walked in quickly leaving it open. Ok, I can take a hint, but I'm not particularly attracted to BBW, I'm also not attracted to waifs either. She excused herself to the bathroom and came out in a bathrobe, her breast looked absolutely gigantic. To her credit and my admiration she seemed unconcerned about her weight and this was addly enough, attractive. The fact that it obviously didn't make her feel any less attractive was a turn-on. But I was the gentleman and declined her offer to spend the night in her bed. I was seeing someone at the time and it didn't seem fair to her. We haven't spoken again since that night, except for a Christmas card now and then. I wonder sometimes thought, what it would have been like to touch those whoppers, but as Spock once said, "Sometimes wanting is better than having. It's not logical, but it is often true". Netman 2-17-2000 Friend's Sister When I first met my friends sister, she was about twelve years old. She was your average twelve year old, standing only four foot something with dark brown hair and brown eyes. At twelve she showed no signs of becoming a woman. I watched grow up for the next two years. Now fourteen, my friend's sister had grown a little taller, but she still showed very little development. It was about this time that I moved away to attend a state university. Over the next two years we never seemed to cross paths. During my senior year, I came home to spend Christmas break with my family. While at home, I got a job at a local department store to make a little spending money. On this paticular day, I happened to be working in the front of the store when I noticied a couple of high school girls walk in. One of the girls' impressive profile immediately caught my eye. The girl was very short, just under 5', weighted about 95lbs, and had dark brown hair. She was wearing a dark red, form fitting, knee length dress. Moving upward from the girls tiny waist the dress was being forced away from her chest by a wonderfully ample busom. I estimated the petite girl to be packing a solid pair of 32D's. On such a small frame, the contrast between her bust and waist were incredible. As I was standing there just taking in the wonderful view, the girl looks over at me, her eyes light up and she runs over to give me a big hug. I still can't believe it, this babe is my friends little sister! Just two years earlier she barely had a sign of development, now she was blessed! 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ICBMs, ice caps, ice cubes, idahos, igloos, implants, inflatables, Ios, ipsedixits, Isaac Newtons, itty bits, itty bitty titties. Jackalopes, jackanapes, jacks, jaggers, jahoobies, jambalayas, jawbreakers, jelly bells, jemimas, jerry-bilts, jersey cities, jebs, jets, jibs, jigglies, jigglers, jiggly wigglies, jobbers, Jordans, jubblies, juggernauts, juggies, jugglies, jugs, jukes, jumblies, jumbo chickpeas, jumbos, junkers. Kabombas, kadooks, kagemushas, kajoobies, kalamazoos, kanchenjungas, kawangas, kayaks, kazongas, kazoos, keepers, kettle drums, kiwis, knicknacks, knobbers, knobs, knockers, kongas, kos, krunks, kumquats, kus kus. La breas, lactating lungs, lactation station, lactic lobes, lacto grenades, lactoids, ladies' boobies, lady bumps, lady lumps, lampoons, launch codes, lean-to's, lefty 'n' righty, lemons, lethal weapons, leverage, lewd muffins, lightbulbs, lindas, lip fodder, little duckies, little man in the boat, llamas, load stones, loaves, loaves of love, lobes, loblollies, lolas, lollies, lollipops, lollos, lolos, long range tanks, lookers, loomas, lost sheep, love balloons, love handles, love jugs, love kegs, love lumps, love melons, love muffins, love pillows, lovelies, low riders, lucky charms, lug 'ems, lulas, lung covers, lung hammers, lung humps, lung nuts, lungs, lungwarts, luscious lip-smackers. Macaroos, madonnas, magnificent pontoons of love, magookins, maguppies, maharanis, mahatmas, majestic mountains, major dongs, major guns, major league yaboes, major league mammaries, major motion picture material, male-madness inducers, mamacitas, mama's pillows, mambazos, mambajahambas, mammalian protuberances, mammarambas, mammaries, mammary glands, mammary lanes, mammies, mams, mamms, mammouth mounds o' fun, man magnets, man puppets, mangos, mappemonde (those old fashioned maps showing two hemispheres), maracas, marangos, maraschinos, marbles, margaritas, marimbas, marshmallows, massage pillows, matching headlights, mau maus, mausers, mazongas, McFloppities, McGees, meatbags, meatballs, meat loaves, meat pillows, meat puppets, melon patch, melons, mesmerizers, milk bags, milk bladders, milk bombs, milk bottles, milk cans, milk Duds, milk fountains, milk jugs, milk kegs, milk makers, milk melons, milk miracles, milk shakes, milk towers, milk wagons, milky sacks of calcium, milky moos, minarets, minesweepers, minnebagos, miras (from the Spanish mirar), missiles, Miss left/right, mobutus, mogambas, mojuba's, the, mommas, mondos, moneymakers, monroes, montezumas, moo moos, moogies, moon pies, moonlight sonatas, mosobs, mother lodes, mounds, mounds of Jello, mountain peaks, mountains, Mount Fujis, mouthwatering scoops of flesh, moveable feast, muchachas, muffins, mulligans, murphies, mushmelons. National Geographics, nature's airbags, nature's founts, nature's little thermometers, naughty bits, naughty pillows, nay-nays, nectarines, neeners, nefertitties, neh-neh, nenes, nevernevers, nibards, niblets, nibs, nice pair of thrupennies, nice set of hands, nice-uns, nichons, nin-nins, ninnies, ninny jugs, nipple-caddies, nipple sundaes, nodes, nodules, noochies, noogies, noonies, norkies, norks (Australian), northern neon-beamed headlights, nortons, nose cones, nuclear warheads, nuggs, nummy juggs, nukes, num-nums. Obelisks, oblations, oboes, omigods, ooh-wah-ah-ah-ah's, oompas, Oppenheimers, oracles, oran, orbs, orly owls, ostrich eggs, ottomans, overhang, overstuffed cushions, overstuffed pillows. Padding, paducahs, pagodas, pair, pair of problems, palms, palookas, Pamelas, pancakes, papayas, parabolas, pare-chocs (bumpers), parrots, part numbers, party bags, party hats, party passes, pastor baiters, pastries, paw patties, peaches, peacocks, peakers, peaks, pears, pebbles, pects, peepers, pencil erasers, pendulums, penis pillows, perkies, perkos, perpetual entertainment, personal flotation devices, pies, Pike's Peaks, pillows, pimples, ping pings, pink-nosed puppies, pinkies, pips, planetoids, pleasant eminences, pleasure mounds, pleasure peaks, plentifuls, plucktifuls, plums, plumpers, plumpies, pneumatic bliss, pods of lust, pokers, polygons, pompoms, ponderosas, pontoons, poppinjays, portable typewriters, potatoes, praise Gods, presidential pair, pretty-pretties, professors, proof that God exists, protuberances, PT boats, pumpkin patch, pumpkins, pumps, puppies, pushmatahas, pyramids. Quakers, quantities, quantum heaps, quasars, queen-missiles, quit-its, quonset huts. Rack, rackage, radar domes, radials, raisins, Ralph Waldo Emersons, rampolenes, Rangoons, rat bashers, Raquels, raspberry ripples, reasons to live, red carpets, resume, the, rib balloons, rib bumpers, rib cushions, rib flaps, rivets, roberts, rockets, Rockies, Romans, roploplos, rositas, rotors, rotundas grandes, roundabouts, roundies, roundtrippers, round mounds of get down, ruby reds, Rudolphs, running lights. Saggers, saggies, salamanders, sams, sandbags, Sapphos, satellites, schmeebs on those nortons, schooners, scones, scooby snacks, scoops, scud missiles, searchlights, set, shabba-dos, shakers, shebas, shelf, shermans, Sherman tanks, shimmies, shirt potatoes, shirt stuffers, shivarees, shlobes, shmozobs, shock absorbers, shoe buffers, show stoppers, Sierra Madres, silos, silver stars, sin pillows, sisters, skeeter bites, skeeter chews, ski slopes, ski slopes to Heaven, skin sacks, slappers, slutskers, smart set, smoothies, smuggling raisins, snack rack, snack trays, snoogans, snootchie bootchie nootchies, snorbs, snow cones, snow tires, snowy prominences, snuggle pups, sockdollagers, sopapillas, space aliens, spark plugs, specials, speed bags, speed bumps, spheres, spinaroonies, splazoingas, spongecakes, spontaneous combustibles, spooge buttons, spuds, squashers, squeaky toys, stacks, stash in the dash, stocking stuffers, strap tangers, stratus-spheres, stress busters, stripper's ATMs, stuff, stuffing, stun grenades, sturgeons, sucklebags, sugar cubes, sugar melons, sugar plums, super droopers, supernauts, sultanas, sweater bumpers, sweater cows, sweater kittens, sweater meat, sweater melons, sweater mittens, sweater puffs, sweater puppets, sweater puppies, sweater stuffers, sweat glands, sweetrolls. Ta-tas, Tahitis, talents, tallapoosas, tamales, tambourines, tankers, tassels, tastycakes, tater tots, tats, tatters, tatties, tattlers, teacups, teatolas, teats, tee pees, teetees, teeters, tentacles, terrible twos, terrible twosome, tetons, thangs, thank yous, they're in my face! (For short people), thingamajigs, thingamajugs, thingies, things, thoughtful orbs, thousand pities, thirty-eights, thrupennies (Cockney rhyming slang: "tits"), thrupenny bits (Cockney rhyming slang: "tits"), thwackers, ticket punchers, ticket sellers, tidbits, tig bitties, tig ol' bitties, time stoppers, time zones, tiots (tee-ots), tippers, tishomingos, titbits, tits, titskis, titter, titties, Titticacas, titty tats, TNT's, tobacco pouch, tomatoes, tom-toms, tongue depressors, tongue twisters, tonsils, toolbags, tooters, tootsie pops, Top bollocks, top bollox, top heavy, Tora Boras, torpedoes, tortillas, tortugas, totos, totties, towers, towering twin peaks, tracts of land (Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference), traffic stoppers, treasure (sunken chest), tribbles, triple D's, turaluras, twangers, tweakers, tweekers, tweeters, twin cities, twin mounds, twin peaks, twins, the, two puppies in a burlap bag, twofers, tympanis, type 2s. Uberalles, U-boats, udders (also 'Udds'), uhurus, umbrellas, umlauts, umpa lumpas, unidentified bouncing objects, upper karoos, upper ten, USDAs, utopia. Van Dorens, victrolas, volcanoes, volksvanins, volumes, volvos, voos. Wa-wa pedals, wabs, wahwahs, waldos, Wally Jumblatts, Wally wispoppers, Walters, wanna Bs, warheads, warts, water balloons, watermelons, weapons, weapons of mass distraction (WMD's), wedding tackle, whammers, whapoons, whatchacallems, whim whams, white rabbits, whoo-hoos, whoopies, whoppers, wibbly wobbly wonders, widebodies, wigglers, wigwams, wilsons, windbags, windjammers, windmills, windshield wipers, winnebagos, wipers, wobblers, wobbly-bobbly funbags, woman-pecs, womanhood, wonder twins, wonderments, wongas, wonkas, woodymakers, woofers, wookies, wopbopaloobops, workbench, World Trade Centers, wows, wreaths. Xenoliths, X-rateds, X-ray glasses, xylophones. Yabbos, yabos, yahoos, yahtzees, yam bags, yams, yanni, yayas, yazoos, yeast dough, ying yangs, yippies, yitties, yolandas, yomamas, yoo-hoos, yowsers, yubees, yum-yums, yummies, yugos. Z-bras, zeppelins, ziggurats, ziggys, zingers, zippys, zonkers, zoom zooms, zoombas, zoomers, zwiebacks, ZZ Tops. Ammayi bayili (Telugu); An Bord Bainne (Irish-language. Literally, "The Milk Board", the organisation which oversees the dairy industry in Ireland); avant-postes (outposts); avant-scenes (Apron - of stage);, Bakunyuu (enormous breasts in Japanese); boites-a-Lait (milk bottles); brustwarzen (German, lit. breast warts); avanteges; amortisseurs (shock absorbers); balcon; channulu (Telugu); chuchi (Hindi); deux oeufs sur la plat (French: two eggs on a plate); du monde au balcon (French; size-dependent: literally, "to have the world on one's balcony"); Fahrvergnügens (from the Volkswagen advertising campaign); flotteurs; genaustahagens; gomas (Spanish); grand jeans (French); grand tetons; il y a du beau monde (said of a generously endowed woman - literally "Here we have some nice people".); kyonyuu (huge breasts in Japanese); mamas (Portuguese word for normal size tits); maminhas (Portuguese word for small tits); mamões (Portuguese word for big tits; the fact it's the same word for papayas makes an opportunity for puns); matiti (Swahili); melones (Spanish); oppai (Japanese); orejitas (Spanish); pechos (Latin American Spanish); tatas (corruption of Tetas); tetas (Portuguese); tetas (Spanish); tette (Italian); Titti and Totti (German). 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