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M. Pumpkins' House of Hooters 01

By: bustyalix



A note from the authoress:

Hi. Recently, I came across a book at a local shop. Upon opening it I realized that it was filled to the spine with erotic thrillers and mysteries. The owner of the shop informed me that it was not for sale, and that I was free to purchase any of the other creepy items she had. The stories were so compelling…and being the erotic literature fan that I am; I decided that I had to have it. That night, when no one was looking…I snatched the book and made off with it! But reading the stories now…I'm starting to see them as some sort of memoir…and I'm starting to think that maybe they aren't just fiction. The owner of the shop has vowed to find the person that stole her book and take her revenge…if you see her, don't tell her about this! You'll know her when you see her…she wears a little black sheath dress with a large, expansive spider-like collar. She also has extremely big boobs. I know she's getting close. I've decided to expose her secrets, just in case she finds me, and that's where you come in. But before you read on I must warn you of three things: First, these tellings are not for the faint of heart. What you read may disturb you; it may even alter your perceptions on a few things, and these things can be anything from your greatest pleasures to your worst fears. Next, understand that I did not write these. Although it is implied an author is never stated, and no one has claimed these writings as of yet. Finally, and this one is crucial -- if you can't stomach, stand the sight of, or even bear to read about big…BOUNCY…BLOUSE-BUSTING BREASTS…then I suggest you walk away. These stories are intended for big boob enthusiasts, so if you like small breasts then this is not going to interest you. Madame Pumpkins won't stop until I've been silenced…permanently. So if you're ready, then it's time to take part in my little game. Are you ready to play? Oh! I probably should mention one last thing: my girlfriends say I've become obsessed. They think I'm losing my mind. But the truth is…the truth is…I've only just discovered it.

An excerpt from the Book of Booobs:

Greetings, my Darlings! Madame Pumpkins here, wishing you a very Happy Halloween from my frightful little House of Hooters! Tonight's tale is of the art of growing up. Personal growth is something we all must go through, but sometimes it takes a little bit of "growing down" to realize the truth…

"Johnny…faster! Johnny…oh yeah Johnny Faster! Johnny Faster!"

Christine screamed at the top of her lungs as she had sex for the third time in her entire life. All three times had been with the boy she was with now…Johnny Faster, a guy in his early twenties that had had no real ambition in life until she came along.

She and Johnny had known each other for a while. A few weeks ago, on her eighteenth birthday, it had been Johnny who had taken her virginity. She'd managed to keep him around before then by going down on him and using her skilled mouth (she'd given him an upwards of thirty blowjobs, so she knew exactly what she was doing now). 

She stared down at the sexy guy she was bouncing on top of. He had jet black hair, although he kept it extremely short as most guys did. He usually spiked it with some styling gel, and she thought that said a lot to his character. His chiseled body was the object of affection for many a girl…the stories told about Johnny and his amazing body were almost hard to believe. 

But she had changed all that. Johnny was now a one-woman man, and she was damn proud of that fact.

"Oh!" she screamed. "Oh….OH OHH YEAAAHH! YES! YES!"

She moaned as Johnny's hard member was thrust deep into her one final time. She could feel every detail of his cock…every vein and every throb as her tight walls were enclosed around it. When it was over, she rolled over and cuddled up next to him.

"I love you." She said, kissing him on the cheek.

Johnny looked at the small, petite brunette in his arms. She was so slender and young…

He didn't exactly know what it was they were doing. Unbeknownst to Christine, his habits of sleeping with women had not changed. Sometimes, he thought she was in denial about it. She had to know that he was sleeping with women left and right, it was obvious! Still, there were times when he was absolutely genuine with her.

At first, he'd begun to think that he was actually in love with her. When he'd told her that, he hadn't exactly been lying. But now he was slowly realizing the truth. He was bored. He had nailed every woman in town and had now been reduced to banging this 18 yr old high school girl because he was bored.

But she did have a good mouth. She'd been giving him the best blowjobs of his life since she was sixteen. In fact…

"What do you say to a blowjob?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

Christine looked back at him and realized he was serious.

"I can't." she said. "Richie's going to come by any minute now."

"Right." Jonny said.

Richie was her boyfriend. He and Richie were acquainted, but he wouldn't exactly say they were friends. Johnny had "stolen" her away from him some 2 years ago, and the two of them had managed to keep it a secret. 

He didn't mind. Christine was a very religious girl. And he wasn't exactly a model citizen. He wreaked havoc on a daily basis playing guitar in his band. That was one of the things that attracted Christine in the first place. She had been bored with Richie and his "good" life. Richie would make a terrific husband, he would provide for her and make her future secure, but he didn't offer her much else. Johnny gave her what Richie couldn't.

As Johnny got up off the bed and began putting his clothes on he began to think of the other reason he had been in a slump: there were no breasts in town. The biggest pair he had seen was probably a C cup…and he had seen most every pair in town. If only Christine had bigger boobs…

The sun was just now setting as he finally left her house. Richie would show up any minute, so it was time to skedaddle. As he drove off into the night he began contemplating when he had become such a boob man. He couldn't pinpoint when exactly, but he figured that was why he had gotten so good at "playing the game." Every time he had ever come on to a woman or tried to bed her it was because he was hoping to accidentally stumble across a pair of massive funbags. Unfortunately, they were never fun.

As he made his way downtown a new shop caught his eye. He had never seen it before, and it wasn't hard to see why. It was ridiculously small, and it sat between two rather large buildings almost as if they were squeezing it. He parked his car and read the sign above the door: Madame Pumpkin's House of Hooters. Intrigued, he got down and went inside.

He was greeted with an array of porn magazines and movies, all featuring busty women. Throughout the store there were various items such as books, toys, undergarments, etc. The store was lit poorly, but it didn't need to be lit well as there were all sorts of gadgets that lit up and caught your eye. There was a woman in a black dress fixing something on the wall behind the counter, directly in front of him. He made his way to the counter and approached the woman.

"Hi." He said. 

The woman turned around, and Johnny was immediately met with the biggest pair of boobs he had ever seen. The woman's sheath dress made her rack jut out impossibly, and it also slimmed down her already slender body. She had a perfect hourglass figure, except up top where her chest was significantly bigger than her bottom. Her huge jugs were so massive that Johnny didn't even notice the huge, expansive collar around her neck.

"Hello." The woman said. "I've been expecting you."

"You have?" Johnny asked, looking at the woman's face for the first time.

She had long, dark hair which hung down to the swell of her back. Her bangs added a feel of mystery to her aura. Johnny hadn't noticed while he had been staring at her tits, but her entire body, including her face, was pale white.

"Yes." The woman said. "I am Madame Pumpkins."

Johnny looked at the woman, disbelieving. He was almost frightened by her. He was reminded of an old movie he once saw where a sexy, female vampire drank the blood of her victims. But all these thoughts left his mind when he gazed at her huge…

"Pumpkins?" he said. "I'm a pumpkin man myself."

He gestured down to her huge rack with his eyes. He guessed them to be about a DD.

Madame Pumpkins smiled at him.

"Yes." She said. "I'm quite aware of your sexual prowess, Johnny."

Johnny looked her in the eyes.

"How did you know my name?"

"I know much about you." The woman said. "For instance…"

She turned around and reached at the wall.

"I know that this item may be of particular interest to you." She said.

She was holding a black guitar that looked like it belonged in a metal band, it was almost demonic. This didn't surprise Johnny, as Madame Pumpkins herself was bordering on that term. He had seen Goth girls before, but he had never known a Goth woman; nor to have breasts as big as Madame Pumpkins. She had to be in her late 30s…

"Whoa!" Johnny said, staring at the guitar. "That's a cool looking guitar."

Madame Pumpkins handed the guitar to him over the counter. Johnny immediately grabbed it and began examining it. 

"That guitar belonged to the famous guitarist Robbie Johns." Madame Pumpkins said. "They say he made a deal with the devil to get it."

"Really?" Johnny asked.

He looked around and found an amplifier not too far from the counter. He plugged the guitar in and began tuning it.

"Yes." Madame Pumpkins said. "But I've made a few…changes…to it."

Johnny began playing the guitar, and the sound that came out was unlike any he'd ever heard. It was relaxing, but it also excited you in a vigorous way. His fingers strummed the guitar so naturally, and when he finally stopped he felt like he had to take a deep breath. 

He stared back at Madame Pumpkins as his fingers strummed the strings, nonchalantly. As the strings vibrated and produced sound, Madame Pumpkins' breasts began to jiggle underneath her top. He locked eyes with Madame Pumpkins…and she smiled at him.

Johnny began playing the guitar as fast as he could. His fingers mashed the strings to the best of his ability. Madame Pumpkins' breasts began to bounce uncontrollably, and before long something amazing happened: Johnny saw her breasts swell underneath her dress. Soon they were the size of an E cup.

Johnny continued to play non-stop as he watched Madame Pumpkins' already large boobs growing even bigger. Her bust stretched the top of her dress so that they ripped the fabric apart. She had to lean down because their weight was trying on her back. When they got to the size of EE they spilled out and hit the glass counter with a loud THUD, causing the glass to crack. 

He stopped playing and stared at the huge pair of melons sitting atop the glass counter. The glass must have been cold on her sensitive breasts, because her nipples were hard as diamond. Johnny put the guitar down and walked over. 

"Oh…my…." He said in disbelief.

"I told you you'd like it." 

Johnny stared at her tits like he was possessed.

"Damn right I do…" he said. "How did I do that?"

Madame Pumpkins walked around the counter, closely followed by Johnny's hungry eyes. When she got to him, she reached out and took the guitar from his grasp.

"It doesn't happen with everyone." She said. "Only a true tit-man can harness this power."

She took the guitar and guided the neck up to her chest. She forced the neck into her cleavage, and Johnny was amazed at how her beautiful, pale boobs swallowed it whole. Her titflesh overlapped the guitar completely; not a single string could be seen from between her huge jugs.

She smiled at Johnny as she gently nudged the guitar up and down between her boobs.

"Fuck!" Johnny said.

He walked over to her and put both hands on her huge melons. He squeezed them and felt their warmth filling his palms. They were so soft and supple…

"Damn these hooters are nice!" he said.

Madame Pumpkins simply smiled as Johnny played with her massive tits.

Johnny pulled the guitar out from her cleavage and hurriedly began unbuckling his belt. As he got his pants down with one hand he shoved Madame Pumpkins down with the other. With one hand on her shoulder he managed to pull his aching cock out with his other hand…and his full 12 inches of man meat was finally set free.

As soon as it was out he grabbed it and began beating the tops of her breasts with it as if he were playing softball with his giant bat. Then he immediately forced it between her massive breasts and began sliding it in and out of her huge tits. 

Madame Pumpkins simply looked up at him and smiled without saying a single word.

"Shit!" Johnny moaned. "Hold those titties around my cock, slut!"

Madame Pumpkins did as she was told and trapped his dick in between her massive breasts. Johnny grinned as the busty Gothic babe did as he told her to.

He was pumping his dick through her cleavage at a fast pace. Her huge melons bounced and jiggled as he bucked his hips and humped her hooters. The head of his cock was jutting out from her cleavage and hitting her in the chin. 

"Fuck yes…" he moaned as the head of his cock hit her chin. He brought it down do her massive breasts and kept it buried between them for a few seconds before sliding his full length through again. "Look at those big ass titties bouncing on my hard dick…"

Madame Pumpkins looked down at his cock penetrating her tits. The head came up and barely missed her eye. She looked back up at Johnny and smiled.

"Mega-mammed slut…" he moaned. "Madame Pumpkins…big, juicy pumpkins…bouncing on my hard cock, fuck yeah! Do you like having your big pumpkins fucked, Madame Pumpkins?!"

Madame Pumpkins only smiled up at him.

"Fuck yes!" Johnny moaned. "I'm gonna cum all over these mega-mamms!" 

He felt his orgasm building, and he didn't even try to hold on. He let go, and his cock erupted from the top of Madame Pumpkins' huge chest. Her face and rack were rained on as Johnny's cock shot stream after stream of hot, sticky jizz into the air from between her huge hooters. When he was done, Johnny pulled his dick out from between her drenched melons and backed away to look at his handy work.

Madame Pumpkins stood up, her face and chest drenched in cum. She licked her lips and swallowed what she could before returning behind her counter.

"The guitar is yours, if you want it." She said.

Johnny leaned back, trying to catch his breath.

"How much?" he asked as he stroked his spent cock.

"Nothing." The Goth woman said. "It's free of charge."

"Ah hell yeah!" Johnny said, pulling his pants up and grabbing the guitar.

"But I must warn you…" Madame Pumpkins said. "The more you use…the more you will lose."

"Whatever." Johnny said, walking towards the door. "I'll be back to sample those big ass pumpkins of yours later, babe." 

Then he left the store, grinning.

Madame Pumpkins stood behind the counter, smiling at her newly acquired EEs. She jiggled them around from side to side, and then let them rest atop her huge chest.

"Sure you will." She said.

* * * * * * * * * *

Johnny's band was doing great. They had attracted a whole new audience, even though they had not changed a thing. The only thing that seemed to have changed was the fact that Johnny had a new guitar. 

All of the new fans were female. Each one of them said that there was something strange about the music, something that they couldn't quite put their finger on. 

Johnny smiled to himself from up on stage. Tonight was the last night he would be here. His band had just signed to a major record label, and they were flying out to record an album the next day. 

In the crowd he could see Christine with her boyfriend, Richie. Johnny had been using the power of his new guitar to bed busty babes every night for the past few weeks. Tonight, he was going to ask Christine to come with him so that they could start a new life together. He was sure she would say yes, as she had no problem leaving that prude Richie behind.

Across the room, he saw two girls thrashing their heads to the music. They were very pretty, and they had serious three-way potential, but they lacked certain…female qualities in the chest area. He knew exactly how to fix that.

When the show was over he retired to the one of the club's break rooms, where he began changing. Shortly after he began he heard a knock at the door. He opened it and saw that it was those two girls he saw from the stage.

One had brown, wavy hair. She had a sweet curious face with big brown eyes that said she was young and inexperienced. The other was blonde and had perfectly straight hair. She had small blue eyes that said she was just here because her friend was here. But Johnny could tell that she had enjoyed the concert.

"Hi!" the brunette said. "We liked your music."

Johnny opened the door completely and allowed them entrance.

"Thanks." He said, closing the door behind them.

"I'm Mandy." The brunette said.

"Hey, Mandy." Johnny said. "You can call me Johnny."

He looked over at the blonde.

"And you are…"

The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Julie." She said.

"Cool." Johnny answered. "Nice to meet ya."

"So…" Mandy said. "Is it true…that you've got…"

Johnny strained his ears trying to make out what she was trying to say as she stuttered.

"You know…" Mandy continued. "About your…"

She gestured with her eyes down to his crotch.

"She wants to know if you've got a fool long dick." Julie finished.

Johnny laughed awkwardly.

"Well, yeah it is." He said. "You girls are very straightforward."

Mandy's eyes lit up with excitement. She took a long, lock of hair and brought it to the front of her face as though she were trying to hide behind it. 

"I just love guys who play the guitar…" she said, licking her lips.

Johnny looked at Julie, who had her arms crossed across her small breasts. She had a look of boredom on her eyes.

"Is that so?" Johnny said, plugging in his guitar. "Well, would you girls like a private show?"

"OMG I'd love that!" Mandy said, bouncing up and down with excitement.

Julie now uncrossed her arms and stepped forward, almost eagerly. The look of boredom on her face was gone, and in its place was a look of slight interest.

Johnny sat down on his amplifier and began playing a melodic tune.

The girls closed their eyes and swayed their bodies to the music, as though it were flowing through them. Johnny eyed their chests and began playing a little faster. The girls began turning their heads from side to side, tossing their hair to and fro and into each other's faces. Their eyes shut tight; they slowly gave into the music.

Johnny watched as each girl's rack began to swell and enlarge before his eyes. As their boobs grew to a solid D cup, his cock grew to greater length. Their breasts continued to grow, like two pairs of big balloons that were being blown bigger and bigger. 

When Johnny finally stopped playing, their chests were at a solid DD. The two girls stopped, their eyes still shut as though they were recovering from an orgasm. Their hair was covering their faces, but it could no longer cover their chests as it had been able a few minutes ago. 

Mandy opened her eyes and immediately saw that she could not see her toes; her chest was simply too large. She glanced over at her friend and saw that her rack had grown bigger as well. Julie was breathing the heaviest; she seemed to have enjoyed the music more. She opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of her new boobs, and an irresistible smile was spread across her face. She looked over at her friend, and her smile caught on. Both she and Mandy began giggling girlishly as each girl looked from her own massive rack to the other.


M. Pumpkins' House of Hooters 01



They looked over at Johnny. He had put his guitar back and was watching the two girls with an obvious bulge in his pants. The girls stood next to each other, their big melons pressing into each other, and they hung their heads to look at Johnny through seductive eyes. 

Johnny sat back and leaned against the wall. He spread his arms out, as well as his legs, and held them out wide. 

"Come to me, babes." He said.

The two girls obeyed, and they were on him in a flash. Johnny felt two pairs of huge, ripe melons pressing into his body as each girl immediately went for a kiss. As they battled over his mouth he felt their hands rubbing and rubbing on his chest. After alternating between each pair of lips, he took each girl by the head and pulled them towards him. They were forced to engage in a three-way lip lock. Both Mandy and Julie turned their heads so that their tongues were darting into Johnny's mouth at the same time.

Each girl now felt Johnny's hand on their big breasts, and they stopped kissing him in order to take off and discard their clothes. Johnny watched as both girls hastily pulled their shirts up and over their heads.

"Oh my God!" Mandy exclaimed. "They're so BIG!"

She began bouncing and jiggling her huge tits through her light blue bra; it was hanging on for dear life and seemed to only cover her nipples now.

"You can say that again!" Julie exclaimed, as she kneaded her own pair. "It's about time! It was getting frustrating not having big boobs to go along with my beautiful blonde hair."

"Julie!" Mandy said. "Look! Our boobs are literally busting out of our bras!"

Julie looked at her white bra and noticed that it, too, was reduced to a single line of cloth. The cups were no longer visible. She looked over at Johnny, who had been watching with a huge grin on his face.

"Is that what you want?" she asked him, squeezing her big tits. "You want our big tits to rip our bras off?"

Johnny nodded.

Together, she and Mandy reached behind themselves and unclasped their bras; which immediately flung forward and fell off their now abundant bosoms. Each girl giggled as they looked at each other's topless racks, admiring the nipples of her friend.  

They pressed their boobs together and jiggled them around. Each girl loved the feeling of the other's huge tits bouncing against her own.

"I don't know how we got these…" Mandy said, looking at Johnny, "but I know how we're going to use 'em."

Once again, Johnny held his arms out and once again the girls happily joined him. How many times had he done this since getting that guitar? He didn't know, but he knew that he enjoyed it every single time.

Their massive breasts collided with his body, and the feeling was incredible. Their boobs were so round and soft, not a blemish on them. The feeling of have two pairs of incredibly gorgeous tits was making his cock harder and their tongues weren't making it any softer.

Soong Mandy pulled away and reached down for his pants.

"Let's bring out that twelve inches." She said, seductively.

Julie stopped kissing him to watch her friend unleash his big monster.

Johnny sat back and let the busty girl unbuckle his pants. She reached inside and without pulling his pants down, managed to bring it out and free it completely. 

"Wow!" Julie exclaimed, as his big cock finally came into view. She watched in envy as her busty brunette friend gently stroked it between her small fingers. "That thing is huge! The stories are true."

"I don't know…" Mandy said. "It's big, but I don't know if it's twelve inches. Feels more like nine or ten. I think the other girls may have been exaggerating."

Johnny lost his stride for a second. It was probably due to the fact that he wasn't completely hard yet, he told himself.

"Oh well." Julie said, looking at Johnny. "Me first!"

She quickly bent her head down and took half of his length into her mouth. Mandy stroked the base of his cock as high as she could before running into her friend's mouth. Julie's mouth was like a vacuum, but Johnny could tell she hadn't done this in the past. 

Julie bobbed her head up and down vigorously. Saliva coated Johnny's cock as the busty blonde feasted on his meat. Mandy pulled her hand away and took Johnny's. She gently pulled it to her breasts, where Johnny happily squeezed it to his heart's content. Her titflesh was so abundant that it practically spilled over his entire hand.

Between his legs, Julie was getting tired. She finally pulled her mouth away from his cock and gasped for air. But Johnny's cock wasn't left in the cold for long, as the brunette immediately took him into her mouth and began sucking him off. Johnny shifted in his seat as the attack caught him by surprise. Like her friend, Mandy had started off vigorously, but unlike her she was catching a certain headwind that was making it hard for Johnny to keep his load.

Johnny reached for Julie's tits with both hands and began squeezing them…hard. He took one hand and placed it on Mandy's head as he bucked his hips up and down, face-fucking her. Mandy was gagging and drooling all over him as she was taken by surprise. Johnny ran his hand through her brown hair as she sucked away at his cock.

Before long, she had to take his cock out of her mouth as well and catch her breath. 

As Mandy caught her breath, Julie looked Johnny right in the eye as she squeezed her big melons. 

"How about these, big boy?" she said.

She then leaned forward and shoved Johnny's dick between her massive tits. She pulled her tits up to the tip of his cock so that they smothered the head in their warmth, then she slammed them down on his thighs. She began repeating the process over and over, jerking him off with her huge melons.

Johnny began bucking his hips up and down just as he had done with Mandy, but this time instead of fucking Mandy's mouth, he was fucking Julie's gorgeous hooters. He forced his cock up through her cleavage violently, trying his hardest to get the tip of his cock to penetrate her rack. The sound of his balls slapping up against her huge boobs was filling the room with loud, slapping noises.

"Oh yeah!" Julie moaned. "Oh God! Oh God! Yeah…your cock feels so good between my tits!'

Johnny reached towards Mandy and began squeezing her big jugs. Mandy turned to him and nuzzled closer, letting him fondle her massive funbags as he pounded her friend's rack. Mandy's tits were so soft and big…his hands could barely squeeze them both. They were softer than Julie's, but Julie's had a little more bounce. 

He gave Mandy's tits a particularly hard squeeze as the tip of his cock finally made its appearance between Julie's huge knockers. He moaned in achievement as he continued to bounce and jiggle Mandy's big hooters in his grasp.

Julie's tongue darted out instinctively and licked it as it made its way in and out of her big melons. Johnny bucked his hips hard so that he kept the head of his cock stayed put above Julie's gorgeous rack. Julie began swirling her tongue around it, bathing it as her big boobs continued to bulge around his entire shaft. After a few minutes of Julie's tongue and feeling up Mandy's perfect jugs he decided that it was time for the two to switch.

Mandy took her friend's place between Johnny legs and lifted her large breasts on to his thighs. Julie kneeled behind her and reached around to help her wrap her huge funbags around their man's meat. 

Johnny moaned as the girls nudged his dick between Mandy's massive melons. Both girls had their hands wrapped around her tits as they jiggled around his pole.

"Fuck, these tits are so nice and soft…" he said. "That's it, girls. Use teamwork."

The girls looked up at him with wanting eyes and seductive smiles on their faces as they began using teamwork to bounce Mandy's boobs up and down on Johnny's hard cock. 

Johnny couldn't believe how great his cock felt between Mandy's big hooters. They wrapped around him so easily, not a single vein could be seen as he slid in and out between her boobalicious tits. 

"You like that?" Mandy asked. "Big, beautiful, boobs bouncing on your hard cock…"

Johnny nodded.

"They're brand new, too." Julie added, licking her lips. "They're virgins…"

Johnny moaned as the girls bounced Mandy's big boobs on his hard cock faster and faster. Precum started to drip from the head of his cock and drizzled into her cleavage as they encouraged him to fuck Mandy's virgin melons.

"Oh yeah!" Mandy moaned. "Fuck my big, virgin jugs!"

Johnny bucked his hips harder, until the tip of his cock finally popped out from between Mandy's huge boobs. He kept it there just as he had done with Julie, and Mandy bathed it with her tongue just as her friend had done. 

The tongue action was too much. After a few minutes of this, he brought his head back down in an effort to hold his load. It slowly retreated back into the canyon created by her monstrous jugs. Julie leaned her head forward and stuck out her tongue so that it collided with her friends. Mandy leaned back into her and turned her head so the two of them could engage in a tongue battle. The site of seeing the two busty girls make out with his cock wedged Mandy's funbags was too much for Johnny.

He thrust his dick up through Mandy's DD cleavage one last time so that his head was protruding from the top of her big, juicy mountains. As the two busty girls made out, Johnny's cock began to erupt like a volcano. Shot after shot of hot cum flew from his dick and landed on the faces of the two girls, who continued to make out as they were rained on. The girls moaned into each other as their faces were blasted with Johnny's hot jizz. 

Mandy's huge jugs only helped to spur on his shooting. He drenched their faces and whatever couldn't make to their faces landed back down on Mandy's huge tits. Soon her big melons were coated in a thin layer of semen, making them shine as they jiggled around his cock. 

The two girls broke their kiss, and looked at Johnny with his cum in their faces. Mandy leaned down and licked his cock dry as it protruded from her busty cleavage. She then took her tits and pulled them away from his dick. She started rubbing them against his shaft, trying to clean his dick dry with her busty melons.

Julie moved from behind her friend to join Johnny at his side. She, too, pressed her tits against Johnny's dick and tried to clean it dry. Johnny leaned back as the two busty girls rubbed his dick down with their huge, busty boobs. When it was done, the girls let their huge racks rest on his thighs, letting their big boobs jiggle around his cock as they looked up at him. Johnny looked down and saw four huge melons jiggling around him, and he had to look away to keep from blowing his load again.

"You know…" Mandy said. "Our boobs aren't the only things that are virgins."

Johnny's eyes filled with excitement.

Julie looked up at him and licked her lips.

* * * * * * * * * *

Christine ran a hand through Richie's dark hair.

"I'll be fine." She said. "I'll catch a ride home."

"Really?" Richie asked. "I just worry about you, that's all."

She looked at him with reassurance in her eyes.

"Really." She said. "I'll be fine. Go."

As Richie drove off Christine couldn't help but think how lucky it was that his uncle had had a heart attack…tonight. Now that Richie was gone, she was thinking she might be able to have a quickie with Johnny before he left. 

He looked so sexy up on stage, with sweat pouring down his body. It would be so kinky to do it right there in the club.

She walked around to the back of the club where she showed the bouncer her backstage pass. As she made her way down the hallway she could hear moans coming from Johnny's dressing room. Curious, she opened the door…and was greeted by the site of Johnny having sex with two busty girls.

One girl was brunette, and bouncing up and down on Johnny reverse cowgirl style. The other was blonde, and she was smothering Johnny's face with her large flesh balloons. Johnny had his hands all over the brunettes bouncing boobs as she fucked him.

"Sluts!" Christine shouted.

Mandy opened her eyes and was shocked to see someone standing at the door.

"Shit!" she yelled, getting off Johnny. 

"What?!" Julie said. She too glanced at the door and immediately saw someone standing there. "Uh oh…" 

The two girls quickly picked up whatever clothing they could find and held it up their busty chests.

"We can't let anyone see us like this!" Mandy whispered to her friend, gesturing to her boobs.

Johnny saw Christine standing at the door with a look of shock on her face, and his mind began racing.

"Oh…fuck!" he said. "Christine…it's not what it looks like!"

But Christine turned away with tears in her eyes. She had a look of disgust on her face as she backed away from the door and ran down the hallway. 

Mandy and Julie looked at each other, surprised.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Julie asked.

"Yeah." Johnny nodded.

The two girls looked at each other again, before discarding their used clothing and letting it fall to the floor, once again bringing their huge bosoms into full view.

They walked over to Johnny and began taking their previous positions.

"Well, are you gonna sit there and cry?" Mandy asked, climbing back on him cowgirl style. "Or are you gonna fuck us?"

Johnny grinned as Julie's huge rack made a beeline for his face, and soon his face could no longer be seen.

* * * * * * * * * *

As Johnny drove to Christine's house that night, he had no idea what he would say. He couldn't decide how he felt about her. He truly felt bad about what he had done, but he hadn't felt bad at the time. What did that mean?

He had no idea what he would say as he made his way to her porch and knocked on the door. And he had little time to think as the door opened, and he was staring her right in the face. After a brief apology Christine allowed Johnny into her room, as well as his guitar.

As he couldn't think of anything else to say, he decided to tell her the truth. But before her could, Christine spoke up.

"I know it's not your fault." She said. 

"What?" Johnny asked, surprised.

"It's not your fault." Christine repeated.

Johnny didn't know where this was going, but if it got him off the hook then he was happy to play along.

"You didn't mean to." Christine continued. "I know you have a thing for big breasts, and well….those girls had…well, they had what I don't have."

Johnny looked at Christine. She was on the verge of tears. He decided that he wanted her to come with him tomorrow. He didn't know if he could keep his pants on, but right now he didn't care. He was perfectly content with having a flat-chested girl with a great mouth at home waiting for him while he fucked busty babes all day. 

But wait, he thought. Perhaps it didn't have to be this way…

Before Christine could say another word, he told her about the mysterious shop he had visited, and the woman he had met. He told her all about the guitar she had given him and the powers that it possessed.

When he had finished, he wasn't sure if Christine believed him. She had a look of confusion on her face, as though her mind was struggling to take it all in.

But soon the look on her face turned to a smile, and she threw her arms around him in a deep embrace.

"Oh Johnny!" she yelled. "This is it! This is what's going to fix us!"

She turned to Johnny and whispered in his ear.

"Make my boobs grow…" she whispered.

Johnny turned to her, and his cock throbbed at the very thought.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Christine pulled away from him and backed up so that her whole body was in his sights.

"Yes." She said. "I want them bigger. Much, much bigger."

Johnny whipped out his guitar and rested it on his lap, his fingers at the ready.

"I want these babies HUGE." Christine said, thrusting her chest out. "I want them so big that you'll never need another pair as long as you live. I want to please you…" 

"Alright." Johnny said, starting to play.

He had never done a pair this big before, and he was excited to see Christine so excited about it.

He began playing a sweet tune that caught Christine's ear in a hurry. She began swaying her body to the music he was making, and soon her boobs were jiggling. They began to swell slowly, she watched in awe as her humble B cups swelled to a perfect C. When they reached the size of D she looked at Johnny and saw that he was smiling; this made her smile back at him hungrily.

"Bigger." She said.

Johnny increased his pace and began mashing his fingers on the strings. To pull this off he was going to have play a riff he'd never played before, but thankfully he was up to the challenge. 

Christine's rack was swelling like a pair of balloons, soon her white t shirt was tightening. When they reached DD the shirt looked as though it were painted on.

"Bigger!" Christine shouted.

Johnny continued to play, and the fabric of her baby t-shirt began to rip apart at the seams as she reached DDD, when she reached E the fabric ripped completely along with her bra, and she was standing before Johnny completely topless.

"Keep going!" Christine yelled, turning her head and shutting her eyes as though she were having an orgasm.

The sensation was incredible. Her boobs were blowing past bra sizes as though they were signs on a highway, and it was making her wet. The growing felt heavenly, and she didn't want it to end.

"Yes! Yes! Johnny…faster!" she screamed. "Johnny Faster!"

Johnny played as fast as he could; he was no longer looking at Christine. His eyes were glued to his fingers trying to make sure he didn't make a mistake. But soon he became fatigued by the rapid pace of his strumming, and his finger got chipped causing him to stop.

He dropped his hand and let them rest as he caught his breath. He closed his eyes as he recovered from the hard show he had just put on. When he opened his eyes and looked up at Christine, she was sporting a pair of FF cups.

Johnny looked up at her in awe. He had never seen a pair this big before, not even in porn. They were beautiful, and they looked even sexier on her small, slender frame. Somehow her waist had managed to stay slim, and that only added to the size of her massive new chesticles.

Christine turned her head to Johnny, then looked down at her new boobs. They were absolutely stunning. They were big and massive; she jiggled them around from side to side and bounced them for Johnny, showcasing their perky, bounciness. They were perfect in every way.

"Whoa…." Johnny said.

"You like?" Christine asked. "Cause they're all yours."

Johnny hurriedly got up off the bed and jumped over to Christine, immediately reaching for his girlfriend's new boobs. They bounced and jiggled in his grip as he tried unsuccessfully to hold them with both hands. They were so heavy that they were difficult to hold even with both hands, and he could not even wrap his hands around one. 

Johnny's mouth was watering as he squeezed and jiggled Christine's massive mammaries in his hands. He drooled at the thought of burying his face between them, and his cock hardened immediately. Deciding to make his dream a reality, he buried his face deep in her cleavage, and her big boobs surrounded his head completely. His face was completely engulfed by titflesh as he had two huge, massive melons bulging around either side of his head.

Christine took hold of her new, stacked chest and began jiggling it around her boyfriend's head. They shook and slapped against his head audibly as they swallowed him up. She began bouncing them up and down, tittyfucking his entire head with her massive knockers as he licked away at her cleavage.




M. Pumpkins' House of Hooters 01



Johnny was in Heaven as Christine rubbed his head and face with her big, heaving tits. He felt his cock hardening, and he couldn't wait to have these big, juicy melons bouncing up and down on it. His mouth watered at the thought of having Christine's new, massive rack swallowing his dick whole, completely engulfing it in her vast titflesh so that not a single inch of his huge cock could be seen as he pumped it through her busty cleavage and fuck her newly-grown and oh-so ripe melons. He couldn't take it anymore…

His mouth still watering, he pulled his head out from between Christine's huge jugs and gripped her by the shoulders. He pushed her down on the bed and stepped forward so that his crotch was a few centimeters from her massive bust. He hastily began taking off his pants.

"Fuck yes…" he moaned as he took his pants off hurriedly. "Your boobs are so fucking huge, Christine. It's time for me to hump those hooters!"

Christine arched her back, thrusting her huge chest into Johnny's crotch; waiting for his cock to spring free. Johnny moaned as he felt his girlfriend's huge hooters pressed against his crotch.

He finally got his pants undone, but when he pulled them down a horrifying site filled his eyes. His penis had shrunk significantly…there was maybe about three inches pressing into Christine's massive chest.

Christine looked at it as though it were a small animal, such as a baby bird. She tilted her head sideways and examined it.

"What is this?" she asked. "A joke?"

"No…!" Johnny said. "It's not! I don't know what could have…"

"Shhh." Christine shushed. "It's okay, Johnny. I love you. And I'll always love you, no matter what."

Johnny felt light headed. No girl, besides Christine, would ever let him fuck her with a penis this small. It was physically impossible to fuck someone with what he now sported. His mind raced as he searched for a practical solution. Madame Pumpkins had tried to warn him about something, but he hadn't listened. This must have been what she was trying to tell him. 

"Christine!" Johnny said. "I gotta go, I gotta go back!" 

Christine stood up, shocked, as Johnny began putting his pants on.

"Where?" she asked.

"To Madame Pumpkins!" he said. "To the House of Hooters."

Christine frowned at her boyfriend.

"Johnny…" she said. "I was going to wait to tell you this, but there is no House of Hooters."

"What?" Johnny asked, looking at Christine.

"I was in that part of town this afternoon. And that place…the place you're describing…it's not there. It's just an empty lot."

"No…" Johnny said. "It has to be there. I was there!" 

"Johnny…" Christine said, stepping towards him.

Johnny quickly backed away. 

"Maybe…maybe she moved." He said. "Maybe she closed shop and went someplace else…"

"Johnny…" Christine urged. "You know that's not possible."

"No!" Johnny said, backing out towards the door.

"Johnny…" Christine said. 

He turned around and sprinted out the door.

"Johnny!" Christine called. "Where are you going?"

After a few seconds she called out again.

"You won't find it!" 

But the only answer was a loud stomp. She walked out of her room and down the hall, trying to find him. When she finally did, she let out a shriek. Johnny was lying on the kitchen floor with a knife wound in his wrist, and a cutting knife next to him. 

Christine covered her face in her hands, and cried.

* * * * * * * * * *

The funeral was an awkward one. Everyone Christine was acquainted with had found out the truth about her relationship with Johnny. It was hard to keep it a secret after certain events transpired. 

She had been labeled crazy. No one had believed her about the guitar and the truth about her new assets, despite the vastly overwhelming evidence she sported. Try as they might, no one could get the guitar to work. Some said she was a drug user, others said she worshipped demons, and other said she made a deal with the devil to obtain the breasts that seem to appear over night. 

For the most part, however, people accepted that she'd had a late growth spurt. But it was still viewed as an abomination. Her breasts had already caught the attention of many a man and she'd had to give up going out at all for fear of being fondled…or raped. She could look forward to a life of stripping or porn, at best. But at least she still had Richie. He was the one thing keeping her from losing her mind. He had agreed to come with her to the funeral, and she assumed this to be a sign of forgiveness.

At the funeral, she cried. This made the nature of her relationship with Johnny all the more apparent, and it did not help to re-establish her status as a "good" girl. Behind her, she could hear words like "slut" and "whore." This only added more tears to the well.

Before leaving, she picked up the guitar her late lover had used to make her boobs grow to an FF cup and placed it in the casket alongside his body.

When she was done, Richie walked her out.

Outside, the two of them engaged in conversation.

"You're all I have now, Richie." Christine said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah." Richie said, eyeing her big tits. "Listen, let's go back to your place."

"Okay." Christine answered.

* * * * * * * * * *

As soon as they were back at Christine's house Richie took hold of her and pulled the straps off her black dress.

"Hey!" Christine said. "What are you doing?"

"You're my girlfriend." Richie said, eyeing her monstrous melons through her black dress. "And I'm taking what's mine!"

He ripped the dress off her, and her big, massive hooters finally spilled out. Richie's eyes went wide as he got an eyeful of her huge rack. They were round and had no blemishes; they were absolutely perfect.

His mouth watered as he reached for them. They bulged in his hands, dwarfing them with their massive size. He bounced and jiggled them like he was bouncing two huge basketballs. 

"My God, Christine! Your boobs are so fucking huge!"

He buried his face in them and they immediately swallowed him whole. The bulged and jiggled around his entire head as he was buried in her heaving cleavage. Her busty tits pressed into his face and he was taken to Heaven as they bounced around his head.

"Fuck!" he yelled, pulling his head out from her heaving tits. "I gotta fuck these babies!" 

He pushed Christine down on the couch and began unbuckling his pants hurriedly, just as Johnny had done. But this time, the cock that sprang free was huge. Even bigger than Johnny's.

"Oh…my….GOD!" Christine gasped. "It's bigger than Johnny's!"

"Damn right." Richie said, grabbing her huge rack from each side and letting his cock rest on her big tits. "Now just shut up and look pretty while I bang these huge boobs."

Not knowing what to say, Christine did as she was told.

Richie slowly wedged his full length between her juicy melons, and was taken to Heaven once again as he felt her big, bulging hooters pressing into his cock and surrounding him in soft, jiggling titflesh. 

"Fuck yes…." He said as he began thrusting his cock between her tits. "Your melons are so big and soft….they were made for fucking."

He held her huge rack around his cock as he furiously fucked her tits. They bounced and jiggled uncontrollably as he banged her rack with a vengeance. The tip of his cock could barely be seen penetrating her busty tits as he slid in and out of her heavenly cleavage. 

Richie pulled her head down and forced her to lick the tip as he pounded away at her flesh pillows. 

"Oh fuck, Christine!" he moaned. "Yeah suck that cock while I bang your boobs."

Christine swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock as her huge boobs bounced and jiggled around his shaft. Her tits bulged around his entire member, leaving no sign of it besides the head that was poking out from the top of her gorgeous rack.  

Christine's titjob/blowjob was too much for Richie to handle.

He couldn't hold out any longer as her big boobs continued to bounce around his cock, and without warning he started erupting from her deep cleavage. 

Christine was taken by surprise as her face was shot by stream after stream of his sticky jizz. She coughed and gagged as a few streams made it into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. It began raining down on her hair and big tits as she tried to get her face out of the way.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Richie yelled as he pumped his cock through her big tits over and over again. "Take that cum, you big titty slut! Take it all over your big ass titties…"

He pulled his exploding cock out from between her huge boobs and jerked it like a cannon, aimed directly at her rack. He drenched each melon with his seed before spurting a few streams into her face. As his orgasm died down, he slapped her massive jugs with his dick and forced what was left of his cum to drizzle down on them. When he was done with that he slapped her face with his dick.

After a while, he pushed her down on the couch and straddled her chest. Once again he shoved his member between her big, jiggling boobs and began pounded away at her huge rack.

"Now that foreplay is done it's time for me to give these funbags a real fucking!" he said.

He began fucking her tits just as vigorously as before. Christine could feel his cock sliding between her massive jugs at an even faster pace; they bounced and jiggled and threatened to knock her out. She shut her eyes and turned her head as Richie had his way with her huge rack.

"Yeah…" Richie said. "Big, juicy boobs bouncing on my hard cock. You like that, you big titty slut? Yeah you busty babe, you like that. Yeah, jiggle those huge jugs around my cock."

Christine began bouncing her boobs to meet his thrusting, and before long her rack became a blur of busty titflesh as Richie began pounding away at her tits even harder.

"Oh you're so hard!" Christine screamed. 

"Yeah?" Richie said. "You like having your busty boobs fucked?"

"Y-y-y-y-yyessss!" Christine answered.

"You want me to shoot all over your beautiful rack, again?" 

Christine nodded.

"You want me to bust my nut all over your big, juicy tits?!"

Christine nodded once again.

"Oh fuck! Here it comes!" Richie shouted as his second orgasm hit and splattered all over Christine's face. 

This round lasted shorter than the last one, and soon Richie's cock was done spurting all over her big tits. The last of it oozed out and drizzled down into her busty cleavage.

Richie pulled his cock out and began cleaning it off all over her busty tits.

"Damn you have some big fucking hooters, Christine." He said. "How big are these babies now?"

"FF." Christine answered with cum on her face.

"Man, Johnny really missed out."

Christine got a look of sadness on her face.

"By the way…" Richie said. "Can I have my guitar back?"

It took a while for Christine to register what he had just said.

"Wh-what?" she asked.

"My guitar. The one Johnny had up on stage. The one he used to make your tits bigger. I'd like it back."

Christine looked at Richie like she was looking at a ghost.

"That was yours??" she asked.

"Yeah." Richie said. "If you'd bother to know anything about me, you'd know that I play."

"I…I didn't know that…" Christine said.

After a while, she realized how his dick had gotten so big.

"Did you…" she stuttered. "Did you use that guitar on…yourself?" 

Richie smiled down at her.

"Yeah." He laughed. "I mean, it was only after I realized what was going on with you and Johnny."

There was silence between them as Christine felt some remorse.

"I thought about using it on you, but I didn't think we'd need it. When things kind of went sour between us, I decided to just use it on myself. But now I'm thinking of reversing the effects." He said.

"You can reverse the effects?" Christine asked, sitting up attentively.

"Yeah." Richie said. "You just flip the switch on the back."

Christine frowned. If Johnny had known that the effects could be reversed…maybe he wouldn't have…

"So where is it?" Richie said, getting up. He looked around the room as he pulled his pants up.

"It's not here…" she said. "I put it in the casket with Johnny's body."

"Awwww man!" Richie said. "Well, I guess that's that."

He backed away and headed towards the door.

"Wait!" Christine said, still topless. "Where are you going?"

"Home." Richie said, opening the door.

"Wait!" Christine urged him. "We can dig it up, you can use it to make my boobs normal again!"

"Nah." Richie said. "I think they destroyed everything that was in the casket. And besides, even if they didn't I think they poured cement down there with him."

"Richie!" Christine called after him. "I can't go out like this! I can't…be seen like this!"

She gestured to her huge boobs.

Richie stared back at her solemnly.

"You wanted it, didn't you?" he said.

Christine frowned as Richie left the room. Somehow, she knew he wouldn't be coming back. For what seemed like the millionth time, she cried. 

Johnny was gone, and all that was left of him were the huge creations he had left her with. They would leave her scarred, cheap, and tainted for life. Her memories of him would never fade, and neither would the massive assets he had bestowed upon her. She had witnessed great things…and terrible things. Now, she only wished she could un-witness them. She wanted it all to just…go away.

And to think...all she had to do was tell Richie.

And for what seemed like the millionth time…she cried.

*

Ah, love; such a vital part in our growth as human beings. It's very important to understand the differences between true love…and infatuation. Life is not like the on-goings here in my House of Hooters, where our motto is "Ask, and you shall receive." You see, my Darlings, I'm not as bad as some people make me out to be. It's not as though I orchestrated this little endeavor…or perhaps I did! You be the judge. I will say that Richie, my valued customer, is doing quite well for himself. He has a beautiful wife who is open minded (the two of them visit my shop frequently). As for Christine…she was not so lucky. But no matter! I'll be seeing you soon, my Darlings! Until then, have a Hooter-iffic Halloween!

[end]



M. Pumpkins' House of Hooters 02



A note from the authoress:

Hi. Recently, I came across a book at a local shop. Upon opening it I realized that it was filled to the spine with erotic thrillers and mysteries. The owner of the shop informed me that it was not for sale, and that I was free to purchase any of the other creepy items she had. The stories were so compelling...and being the erotic literature fan that I am; I decided that I had to have it. That night, when no one was looking...I snatched the book and made off with it! But reading the stories now...I'm starting to see them as some sort of memoir...and I'm starting to think that maybe they aren't just fiction. The owner of the shop has vowed to find the person that stole her book and take her revenge...if you see her, don't tell her about this! You'll know her when you see her...she wears a little black sheath dress with a large, expansive spider-like collar. She also has extremely big boobs. I know she's getting close. I've decided to expose her secrets, just in case she finds me, and that's where you come in. But before you read on I must warn you of three things: First, these tellings are not for the faint of heart. What you read may disturb you; it may even alter your perceptions on a few things, and these things can be anything from your greatest pleasures to your worst fears. Next, understand that I did not write these. Although it is implied an author is never stated, and no one has claimed these writings as of yet. Finally, and this one is crucial -- if you can't stomach, stand the sight of, or even bear to read about big...BOUNCY...BLOUSE-BUSTING BREASTS...then I suggest you walk away. These stories are intended for big boob enthusiasts, so if you like small breasts then this is not going to interest you. Madame Pumpkins won't stop until I've been silenced...permanently. So if you're ready, then it's time to take part in my little game. Are you ready to play? Oh! I probably should mention one last thing: my girlfriends say I've become obsessed. They think I'm losing my mind. But the truth is...the truth is...I've only just discovered it.

An excerpt from the Book of Booobs:

Greetings, my darlings! It is I, Madame Pumpkins, bringing you yet another tale from my frightful little House of Hooters! Tonight's tale is of that age old saying "two is better than one." What so many of us don't realize is that one is also better than none...

Christian placed his hands on Rebecca's waist. He threw his head back on her pillow and quickly took in the sight of her gorgeous, naked body. She looked unbelievable.

He found that every night he spent with her was an unbelievable one. Each time she took her top off he was reminded that they were both still in high school, and the fact that this girl was even with him was shocking.

Rebecca's hair draped down over her body, with only a few stray strands in the way. She brought her hands to her neck and flung her hair back hard, as it was starting to bother her. Consequently, Christian now had a better view of her front side. He immediately reached up and took handfuls of her 32Ds. He fondled them softly with care, and a slight enthusiasm. He was more interested in what was happening down below.

Rebecca leaned down, her brunette hair draping over the left side of her body as she turned her head. She had a sensual look in her half-closed eyes as she brought her lips to Christian's neck and kissed it tenderly.

"Uuhh...Chris..." she moaned.

Chris had penetrated her before. What made each and every time so special was that he was the only one to do so...ever. Rebecca had been a virgin when they got together. She had also proven to have a bit of a wild side. The sex was that much hotter, especially when she was such a perfect lady everywhere but the bed room. Even in the bedroom, Chris had to admit that she was still so elegant. Sometimes, it was hard to decide if the advances she made were turning him on...or just plain cute.

Either way, he stopped thinking about it and enjoyed the moment. Rebecca's cunt was as warm as it was tight, and those were two things he really liked about her.

"Uhh! Uhhhh!!" Rebecca moaned.

The look on her face had changed from one of pure ecstasy to one of utter pain. The pounding she was receiving was obviously giving her much pleasure.

"Chris! Chrissss!" she moaned as she bounced up and down on his hard, throbbing cock.

Chris' hands traveled from her tits down the sides of her smooth body and made their way back to her slim waist. He took her waist in his hands (as gently as he could, so as not to break her) and began guiding her movements on his cock.

Rebecca was now humping him so hard the room was slowly filling with the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh. She didn't even care that her hair was frantically flying around her face anymore.

"Ohh.....shitt....!" Chris moaned.

Seeing Rebecca take part in these acts was the ultimate turn on for him. Just the fact that a good girl could be so bad was enough to get his wheels turning. And boy was Rebecca being bad right now.

"Chris! Chris! Chris!" she moaned.

Chris' hands moved around to her smooth back as his girlfriend leaned down once again and kissed him on the neck. Her lips then traveled to his right ear and whispered to him.

"So tight...."

Chris quickly sat up.

Rebecca flung her arms around his neck and pulled his chiseled body closer to her, embracing him.

Chris' head immediately went for her cleavage. He was aching to feel her warm, soft flesh around him as they embraced each other sexually. He moaned from deep within her cleavage; his cock throbbing from deep within her.

Rebecca was indecisive. She was completely lost in pleasure and unable to make a decision about where her hands should go. One minute they were on Chris' back, the next they were on the back of his head...pulling him closer to her and guiding his mouth to her nipples.

"Uhhh! Uhhh!"

Rebecca moaned loudly as Chris' tongue finally found one of her nipples. The sensation sent her over the edge.

Chris, too, found the situation much too hot for him to handle.

The two lovers wrapped their arms around each other, and embraced each other's orgasm.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Chris was sitting on her bed, his head propped up against her headboard as she furiously bobbed her head up and down on his dick.

She looked up at him as his dick throbbed in her mouth. He had his head tilted back in a state of pure pleasure. She slowly brushed her blonde hair out of the way and momentarily took her mouth off his cock.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

Chris, realizing that the blowjob had ceased, looked down at her and rushed to answer.

"Ah you know." He said. "Working on my car."

"For two hours?" she asked.

Chris sighed.

"Damn, Allie!" he said. "I couldn't get here with my car all jacked up. What do you want from me?"

Allie stared up at him, unblinking. Chris couldn't tell if she was mad or sorry.

"Now let's do this before your parents get home." He said.

Allie stared down at the dick in her hand. Slowly but surely, she let its tip enter her mouth.

"Aaaahhh yeah...." Chris moaned.

Allie's head started to bob up and down on the long organ. Chris reached down and ran his hands through her blonde hair as she did so. He could feel her tongue sliding all around the tip; a sensation he knew he would never tire of. Allie's mouth always acted with enthusiasm, and that was one of the things he loved about her.

The other things he loved about her were bulging against the insides of his legs. They always sat proudly atop her chest, and they were definitely the biggest ones in school.

Allie could sense Christian's eyes burning a hole through her chest. She promptly raised up and took the hard cock out of her mouth. She pushed forward so that her chest collided with it, coaxing a quick moan from Christian.

She then took her big tits into her hands and scooped his cock up with them. Christian moaned as his cock was smothered between her big breasts. The chesty blonde now started to bounce up and down, jerking him off with her fleshy mountains.

"You like that, baby?" Allie asked of him.

Christian loved the sight of his cock-head jutting out the top of her cleavage.

"Yeah, baby..." he moaned. "Tell me how big they are."

Allie smiled at him sexily as she proceeded with the busty boob-blowjob.

"They're 34DD." She said. "They're so big...and they're bouncing up and down on your cock."

"Oh fuck yeah..." Chris moaned. "Keep going, baby."

"Oh Chris..." Allie moaned. "Fuck my big boobs...I love the way your huge cock feels throbbing inside my cleavage."

"Oh shit!" Chris exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah..." Allie moaned. "Cum for me! Cum between my huge hooters...let that monstrous cock of yours explode..."

His cock exploded, like a volcano erupting. Allie tried to catch some of the shooting jizz in her mouth with her tongue. When it was over, her face and tits were dripping wet.

"That was great." Allie said, as she tried to lick herself clean.

Chris just smiled in satisfaction. Then he sat back, and relaxed.

* * * * * * * * * * *

He was vaguely aware of what time it was, the same way he was vaguely aware of anything just after he'd had sex. As he drove deeper into the night, he recounted the events that had taken place.

"Two girls." He thought to himself.

This was, by far, the greatest thing he had ever accomplished. He was painfully aware of the reputation he had made for himself as a womanizer...but not even the best womanizers in school could say that they had successfully had ongoing relationships with two girls -- at the same time.

And to make his victory all the sweeter, the two girls in case just happened to be Rebecca and Allie; the prom queen and homecoming queen.

There wasn't a single guy in school that could say they had slept with both. There was no other guy anywhere that could say they had slept with Rebecca. She was an unwinnable trophy for every man that laid eyes on her, but over their time together Chris had grown to love more than just her body. It was the subtle hints she dropped, and her inability to hide her knowledge of sex that made her all the more desirable.

Allie, on the other hand...

The blonde homecoming queen was much less subtle. Her reputation was anything but flattering, but still Chris had successfully tied her down. After only a few short weeks, Allie's "partying" ways were his and his alone...to keep. Allie was officially off the market, much to the dismay of all those guys that had had a little taste of her.

The town must have been asleep as he made his way through, passing street light after street light. The lights served as an outward manifestation of so many women he had conquered. Fitting.

But even he knew that this could not last. He'd broken so many rules in the game of womanizing in order to achieve what he had. Such deeds could not go unpunished. It was only a matter of time before the two girls found out about each other and realized what was happening. Not only would this end his reign with Allie and Rebecca, but it would also ruin him for life. No other girl would get anywhere near him once they found out what he did. He'd spend his life paying for it -- in back allies and on street corners, hoping not to get a disease.

He knew he had to end it before this happened. But the girls were so enticing...

As he came around a corner, a stray street light caught his attention. It seemed to be the only street light he had come across that was out of operation. It cast a shadow over a small, hardly visible building on the street below.

He drove nearer and as he did so he realized that it was a shop. The name of the shop was more than enough to peak his curiosity: Madame Pumpkin's House of Hooters.

Christian blinked as he pulled up next to it. He parked; and the shop's lighting immediately took action. They had a neon glow...and they took the shape of a very busty woman dressed in black. Christian's cock twitched at the sight of the woman's ginormous bust, and he promptly stepped inside.

Inside the shop there were all kinds of kinky sex toys. Some were things he could have gotten into...but most were just plain weird. Not knowing exactly why he had come in, Christian browsed his way through the store looking for something that might interest him.

As he made his way from the center of the shop to the back corner, he noticed an open doorway. It had strings of glittery beads dangling from it, creating a sort of portal into the next room. This caught his attention, and he peered through the doorway to look inside.

"Like what you see?"

Christian shook at the sound of someone's voice. He turned around, and was immediately met with a live action version of the lighting caricature from outside.

The woman had a long, slimming dress on. Her dark hair flowed behind her, almost as long. And despite the huge, creepy looking collar she was boasting what caught Christian's attention were the other two items she was boasting: big, bulging breasts; the biggest he had ever seen. Their appeal alone was enough to send him over the edge, but he struggled to contain himself as the woman drew nearer.

"Yeah...is that where you keep all the really good porn?" Christian asked, pointing to the doorway.

The woman peered passed him at the dangling beads.

"Perhaps." She said. "In that room you will find your heart's desire, but I should not recommend it."

"Mind if I take a look?" Christian asked, staring at her big tits.

The woman placed her hands on her slender hips.

"It is never in my interest to deny a customer." She said. "I am Madame Pumpkins."

Chris was ogling her giant boobs as she spoke.

"You certainly are." He said.

Madame Pumpkins raised an eyebrow at him. Chris turned around decisively and began making his way into the room.

As he walked into the dangling wall of beads and caught his first glimpse of the inside he did not find what he was expecting -- shelves of wall to wall porn. Instead what he found was a single, solitary mirror hanging on the far wall. He looked around. Every other wall was empty.

"What a rip."

Just as he was leaving, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He turned around and admired his own reflection. Inside that mirror was the guy that had nailed both the prom queen and the homecoming queen. But now it was time to forget about Rebecca and Allie. He turned around and made his way back out the door, setting his sights on the giant, juicy pumpkins bouncing around inside the shop.

"It's just a mirror." Christian said, stepping in front of Madame Pumpkins.

All of a sudden, he was aware that someone was standing next to him.

"Yeah," said the other person. "I don't see what the big deal is."

Shocked, Christian turned to his side. The other person had a look of utter shock on his face as well...a face Christian was all too familiar with -- it was his own face.

He stared at the other person. The other person stared back. He was wearing the same clothes as him, he had the same demeanor, he even had the same voice.

The other Christian was just as shocked. He stared back at his counterpart with sheer curiosity.

"Who are you?" they said at the same time

"The Mirage Mirror." Madame Pumpkins said, grabbing the boys' attention. "It provides the onlooker with a parallel version of their innermost desires."

"I wanted...this?" Christian said, gazing at the other Christian.

"Yeah...yeah!" The other Christian replied, coaxing a smile from his counterpart. "Yeah, I wanted this."

Christian couldn't help but smile.

"This is how I can keep things going with Rebecca and Allie. Anytime I want them, I can have them. And they won't ever get suspicious!"

The two Christians high-fived each other, then they turned their attention to Madame Pumpkins and her huge rack.

"But first..." one of them said, a look of lust in his eyes.

"We gotta have those..." the other said as they slowly stepped closer to Madame Pumpkins.

Madame Pumpkins put an arm on each of their strong backs as the two boys simultaneously kissed her neck and groped her big tits. One Christian had his hand on her left jug, the other had his hand on her right. They were both squeezing her tits with enthusiasm and youthful vigor, like children.

She placed her hands on the back of their heads and guided them down to her bosom. Soon the enormous swell of her mountainous melons was filling their faces...eyes, nose and all. The boys immediately began kissing the tops of her giant breasts and letting their tongues travel the slopes, eventually making their way down her luscious mountains and feeling them swell proudly into their faces.

"Damn these are some big pumpkins..." one of the Christians said.

"Yeah you ain't lying." Said the other. "I think it's time we let these babies out."

The boys began frantically tugging on the ties of her dress until they were loose enough to fall. Her dress began slipping as they pressed their faces deeper into bosom, occasionally letting their heads fall into her deep cleavage.

Soon her dress was sliding passed their faces, and the boys were in awe at the awesome sight of her rack as they dug their faces into her breast-flesh.

"Uuhhhh....." moaned one of the boys.

Madame Pumpkins clutched them to her bosom. The boys each found one of her nipples and took them into their mouths. Madame Pumpkins let the boys nurse on her tits as though they were babies thirsty for milk.

They nursed on her milk jugs for almost ten minutes before finally letting them fall from their mouths and standing upright. Madame Pumpkins reached down to each of their groins and found that their bodies weren't the only things getting upright.  

The boys both moaned as Madame Pumpkins rubbed their hard, throbbing cocks through their jeans with her small, pale hands. Instinctively, they each began fumbling with their belts and zippers in an effort to release their cocks as soon as possible. In just a few short moments both cocks had sprung free, and Madame Pumpkins was gently stroking their bare boners with her petite hands.

"Mmmmm...." The boys moaned.

They each placed a hand on one of her big tits and began fondling her as she jerked them off. Before long they were slurping and sucking her jugs and thrusting their cocks through her grip, forcing her to jerk them off faster and harder.

"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhhh....fuck!" Christian moaned into Madame Pumpkins' cleavage.

The other Christian was holding her wrist with both hands and ramming into her grip as hard as he could.

"Shiiit yeahhh....!" He moaned.

They each stood back as the busty shop owner yanked on each of their hard, drooling rods.

"Oh man!" Christian moaned. "It's like she's skiing!"

"Yeah." The other Christian added. "And I can't wait to cover those pumpkin mountains of hers with my snow!"

The boys made way as they now felt Madame Pumpkins' huge tits sliding down their chests. She knelt on her knees, a hand on each cock at the base. She then turned her head to the cock on her left and began sucking on it expertly.

"Ohhhh....." Christian moaned.

The other Christian watched as his counterpart received a cock-hardening blowjob, and he wished it was his cock in her mouth instead of his clone's.

To his approval, however, Madame Pumpkins let Christian's cock slip from her mouth. She then turned her head to his cock and took that one into her mouth.

"Ohhhh fucccckkkk..." he moaned.

She kept the other Christian satisfied by tugging on his cock with her other hand.

Both Christians began rocking back and forth slightly, enjoying the way this busty shopkeeper was pleasuring them.




M. Pumpkins' House of Hooters 02



She took hold of Christian's cock and then wrapped her lips around the tip, keeping her eyes locked on its long shaft as she surrounded his head with suction. Christian then let out a loud moan when he felt her tongue swirling around it, then pressing into it as if were a piece of candy she wanted to eagerly finish.

The other Christian grabbed a handful of Madame Pumpkins' dark black hair and tugged on it. The busty woman pulled her head off his counterpart's dick as Christian guided her over to his by the hair as if he was holding the reins on a horse.

Christian felt disappointed, but was easily won over again as Madame Pumpkins reached up to stroke his cock.

The other Christian was busy thrusting his cock in and out of Madame Pumpkins' mouth as she formed a perfect "O" with her lips. He shoved his cock into her mouth as far as he could, until not an inch was seen.

Madame Pumpkins then pulled her mouth away from both cocks. She took hold of each one and tugged on them. The boys immediately began to enjoy the handjob, but then they realized that Madame was actually pulling them closer to her. They complied with her and stepped forward, pushing their cocks into her face.

She held each cock so that their heads were almost touching, then she tried to take both heads into her mouth at the same time.

Christian and Christian both thought it was a beautiful sight watching this busty Goth woman trying to suck both their cock-heads at once.

Madame Pumpkins' cheeks were bulging with each head. Both boys could feel the warmness of her mouth as the tips of their cocks collided with her inner cheeks.

She promptly pulled their cocks from her mouth and lifted her head as she smeared their saliva all over her pale neck with their hard pieces of meat. Both Christians moaned in pleasure as the tips of their cocks were being guided downward; sliding along her smooth white skin into her naval, and finally to the swell of her magnificent bosoms. Madame Pumpkins started to whack her breasts with their cocks, and the huge orbs of flesh began bouncing and jiggling from the treatment.

"Uuuhhhhh...." Moaned one of the boys. "Yeeeeah...that's it baby...just like that..."

The other boy pushed his cock forward so that it slid over the top of her huge jug. He moaned to himself as he felt the flesh of Madame Pumpkins' big boob pressed firmly against the underside of his cock, sliding.

The other Christian stepped in front of her and quickly shoved his cock into her cleavage before he could be beat. He hurriedly seized her by the jugs and began pumping his cock between her massive boobs.

"Aw shit yeah!!" he bellowed as he increased the pace of the titfuck.

Christian watched in envy as his parallel counterpart partook in his favorite act of sex. To his immediate satisfaction, however, Madame Pumpkins took him by the cock and guided it to her cleavage where his counterpart's cock lay. She pulled her giant breasts apart and forced his cock between them, driving a wedge between them and the other boy's slightly disappointed rod.

"Be good boys, and play nice." The busty shopkeeper said as she pressed her boobs together around their cocks. The action actually caused one of their cock's to pop up as it was smothered and pushed by the huge amount of boob-meat.

Both boys began to tittie fuck her simultaneously; their cocks rubbing against her jugs and each other. They continued this act for about ten minutes before one boy finally pulled his cock from her cleavage and began stroking it over the top of her huge breast.

"Oh fuck!" He said. "Oh yeahhh...ohhhhhh..."

Madame Pumpkins took hold of his meat for him. She also took hold of the other boy's and pulled it from its romp through her rack. She started to jerk both cocks over her big tits, stroking one faster than the other.

"Ohhh....ohhhhhhhhhh...here it cummmmmms!" the boy said.

The other boy stood silent and wanting as his cock began to explode as well.

There was moaning and heavy breathing as Madame Pumpkins jerked both cocks to simultaneous climax over her giant tits. Cum splattered all over her breasts and nipples as she emptied their balls of their seed. As their spurting came to a close she kept their rods poised over her cum-splattered chest, letting what was left of their lust ooze out over her massive orbs.

The boys humped their cocks through her hands; forcing their dicks to expel whatever semen their testacles could muster.

She brought the two cocks closer to her tits and pressed them firmly against her tops. She began whacking her own tits with their cocks, spanking them with the two hard-ons in an effort to make them excrete every last drop of semen.

"Oh fuck...yeah." One Christian said as Madame Pumpkins looked up at him with seductive eyes. "That's what I'm talking about. Big breasts. My big fucking cock..."

He looked over at his counterpart, who was still breathing heavy and recovering from his recent ejaculation. The two looked at each other in acknowledgment.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" he said.

"Uhhh..." the other boy said. "Of course."

"Good." He replied, as he guided his cock from Madame Pumpkins' tit to her mouth. He forcefully shoved his dick into her mouth, then pulled it back and out and dickslapped her face. "Let's get out of here. We've got stuff to do."

The other Christian stepped back and began stuffing his cock back into his pants. Christian remained slapping Madame Pumpkins' face with his dick for a few moments longer before he, too, started to zip up.

Madame Pumpkins watched from down on her knees as the two teenage boys zipped up. She reached up and placed a hand on each of their dicks through their pants, coaxing the boys to freeze for a moment as she rubbed their bulges.

"Yeah, you busty slut!" Christian said as he stepped forward and shoved his bulge into Madame Pumpkins' face. Her mouth immediately opened and she could taste the fabric of his pants as the horny boy tried to shove his fully clothed dick into her mouth repeatedly. "I'm definitely coming back here again...by myself!"

He held her by the head and ran his fingers through her hair as he humped her face with his pants.

"Those big pumpkins of yours have been calling my name all my life, and now that I've finally found them...they're all mine."

Madame Pumpkins could only let out muffled moans as the boy filled her mouth with his pants.

"You got that, you big-titty slut? Next time I come in here, you'd better be topless. No bra, no blouse...I don't like my pumpkins all dressed up. And you'd better be ready to suck my big fat cock!"

The busty shopkeeper let out a few more muffled moans.

"What?" Christian said. "You like sucking my giant cock?"

He stopped as he turned to his counterpart and realized that he'd been watching him.

"Hey, bro." he said to him, still holding Madame Pumpkins' face against his bulging crotch. "I've got some stuff to take care of in here first. Why don't you go wait in the car? It'll just take a few minutes."

The other boy nodded, and then turned to leave. As he did so, Christian quickly reached down to his crotch and forced his hand between Madame Pumpkins' face and his zipper. The sound of him unzipping echoed in the shop, followed by smacking sounds. He then spoke up.

"Hey bro..." he said, stopping his counterpart from leaving. "You'd better make that an hour. Yeah...that's it, you big-titted whore...uhhh...yeah...that's a good whore..."

He could hear his counterpart muttering as he finally reached the door.

"What's that, you busty whore? You wanna take a look at yourself in the mirror? Well why don't I take you back there?"

The doorknob turned, and Christian stepped outside.

"...busty sluts....two.....pairs of big, bouncing.....rubbing.....my giant cock......four..."

As the door swung closed Christian caught a small glimpse of his counterpart leading Madame Pumpkins back into the mirror room. He reached to open the door in desperation just as it shut. He heard a familiar clicking sound as it did so, and he knew there was no use in trying to open the door.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Uh! Uh! UH! FUCK!"

Christian could hear the sounds of moans and yelps coming from inside the shop, even as he sat in the car on the street a very short distance away. He wondered if the people in the neighboring vicinity could also hear.

"SHIT YES!!!"

He crossed his arms impatiently and banged his foot against the floorboards. He had half a mind to leave...but his newfound twin had conveniently kept the keys. And with the door to the shop locked there wasn't a thing he could do besides listen and wait.

His ears perked up as he realized there hadn't been a sound made in quite a while...the sounds of sex had ceased. He almost strained himself as he listened on, and when nothing happened a smile of relief crept across his face and he positioned himself a little more comfortably in the car. But then he heard the unmistakable sound of his counterpart-Christian bellowing at the top of his lungs.

"Bounce 'em!! Two big-boob whores...fuck yes!!!"

Christian immediately jumped out of his seat and out of the car. Things were quiet once again. He wasn't sure if he had heard what he heard or if he had simply imagined it. He didn't even want to imagine the things his counterpart was doing in there...it only angered him.

"Fuck yes...shove those boobs in my face...all those big, juicy boobs..."

A few minutes went by and he began walking back to the car. But a second later he thought he heard something and he walked up to the door and slowly pressed his ear against it. He could make out general sounds like kissing and smacking, but it wasn't until his counterpart made exclamations that he could really hear anything.

"

"Fuuuuuuck yeeeessssss...TITTIE-FUCK ME BABES! Ohhh...shit yeahhhh...it's like a big-boob party around my cock!!"

He tried to shake the thoughts of his counterpart from his head as he listened on. He thought he heard two women (presumably Madame Pumpkins) talking and cooing, apparently giving his lucky son-of-a-bitch counterpart all the encouragement in the world in an effort to coax him to pleasure with tit-talk. It must have been Tit Heaven for the lucky bastard.

"Tittie-fuck my cock with those big pumpkins! That's it you big-titty sluts!! I'm gonna jizz!! Here it cums...FUCK!! HERE IT CUMS BOOBS! BABES!!"

Christian couldn't help but listen in; still, even though he knew what was coming next. He heard the moans building and building until they reached their climax, and a second later his twin made one final exclamation.

"UUUHHHH FUCK YES!!"

He heard grunting and women moaning for the next minute or so, and then there was silence once again. He pressed his ear against the door and heard a small tap-tap-tapping sound; he knew it was the sound of flesh on flesh. A second later he heard more kissing and smacking noises which caused his counterpart to moan and sigh in relief.

Another silence fell over the shop, and this one felt different from the last. He quickly walked across the pavement and jumped into the car; shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could.

About one minute later the door swung open violently and his parallel twin stepped into the doorway, his hands poised above his head on either side of door's outline. He brought one hand down to his crotch where he readjusted himself, and then he stepped through the threshold and onto the sidewalk. He stumbled slightly as he made his way to the car; walking as though he was drunk; his hands constantly adjusting his pants. He was taking big breaths and sweat was pouring down his face, and as he sat down in the driver's seat his breathing grew even louder. He then turned to his look-alike in the passenger's seat and tossed him the keys.

"Here." He said. "You drive."

* * * * * * * * * * *

Things were quiet in the car as the two Christian's drove home. It was awkward, but at last the Christian behind the wheel broke the silence.

"So...er...what went on in there?" he asked.

Christian turned his head in shock. Apparently he had been lost in thought.

"What? Oh..." he said. "Nothing. Not much at all. We just talked a few things over...a few very BIG things."

He smiled and licked his lips as a look of memorable bliss came over him. But he snapped out of his daze when his twin spoke once more.

"Oh. Okay, cool." He said.

"Yeah." Christian answered. "This is weird. Does this feel weird to you?"

"A little." The one behind the wheel said. "But it's not like...freaking me out or anything."

"Yeah?" Christian said. "I know exactly what you mean! It's pretty cool, actually."

"Yeah, I guess it is." The parallel Christian shrugged.

"So." He said. "I've got a few things on my mind. Can you read my mind?"

The other Christian threw his partner a weird look.

"No I can't." he said. "Can you read mine?"

"Nope." Christian said. "I guess you and I really aren't so different."

"So anyway." The other said. "What are your ideas?"

"I need your help with a couple of things." Christian said. "See, I'm dating these two girls -- Allie and Rebecca..."

"I know." The other said.

"You do??" Christian said, slightly baffled. "But I thought you said you couldn't read my mind."

"I know because I'm dating them too."

Christian thought for a second.

"Whoa." He said. "So you are dating them in your world, too? That's weird. It's like we are living the same life."

"Yeah, I've kind of figured that out already." The other Christian said. "That's why this is all kind of weird and kind of familiar...it's like being inside a mirror."

"Because where you're from...this IS a mirror." Christian said. "You're like a mirror-me, and I'm like a mirror-you!"

"Yeah. Exactly!" the other said. "I literally stepped through a mirror to get here. Madame Pumpkins showed me this 'Mirage Mirror' and said I could step through. She said 'on the other side lies exactly what I desire.' I didn't believe her at first...but, well...here I am!"

"And hey...!" Christian exclaimed. "You were there when she said that this Mirage Mirror brings people's desires to life."

"Yeah." The other Christian said.

"So I guess that means that in my world the mirror does just that, and in your world you have to get on the other side of the mirror."

"Yeah..." The other Christian said.

"I guess what we both needed...was each other!"

"Yeah." His twin said. "I guess you're right."

There was another silence as they pulled into the driveway to their mutual home. As he parked the car, parallel Christian spoke up again.

"Wait." He said. "Won't this pose a problem? I mean, if people see me they might get freaked out."

"Yeah I was thinking about that." Christian said. "But, I mean, we'll be moving out soon. And until then it will be totally okay for you to stay here at home. You know as well as I do that ever since mom left dad has been drunk 24/7. He's always seeing double!"

"Oh." Christian said. "Right."

It was late, so the house was totally quiet as the two made their way upstairs. Once inside their room parallel Christian was dumbfounded at how identical and different this was in comparison to his room in his world.

"Alright man." Christian said, collapsing on the bed. "So about my ideas..."

"Right, right." The other said, still looking around. "Shoot."

"See...I was about to call it quits because it's getting way too risky, but with you here now I might be able to milk this a little longer."

The other Christian nodded in acknowledgement.

"We can use each other to put in some serious face-time with Rebecca and Allie; that way they'll never suspect that I'm cheating on them!"

"Yeah, I get it." Christian said. "Sounds good."

"And if you ever decide you want to go back to your mirror-world, then Rebecca and Allie will be there waiting for you."

A look of fright fell across the other Christian's face, but he quickly shook it off and went about the room once more.

"Hell," Christian went on. "I might even go back with you. It'd be kind of cool to see another world."

"Yeah," Parallel Christian said, a small smile sweeping across his face. "Yeah, I think you'd like it."

"We should get some sleep, man." Christian said, yawning from his recent genital exercise. "Because tomorrow I want to get to it."

"Yeah." The other Christian said. "I agree. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Cool."

He pulled some blankets form his closet, exactly where he knew they would be. As he shut the door he noticed the mirror hanging on the outside. He took a pillow from the bed and stared into the mirror. He kept his eyes on it even as he prepared his sleeping area. He crouched so that he was sitting down and then slowly fell back so that his back hit the floor, pulling the blanket with him and staring into the mirror the whole time. He shut his eyes, and the last thing he saw before drifting off to sleep was his own reflection.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Allie's left leg was strewn across his chest; her dainty foot with the painted toenails resting upon his right shoulder as Christian drove his cock inside her again and again.

Allie herself had her left arm draped across her own womanly chest, the skinny limb covering her nipples as she gripped her right breast in an effort to keep her ginourmous jugs from bouncing too much. She always hated that she had big boobs whenever she was having sex. She felt they got in the way, and she hated their bouncing in particular. Not only did they obstruct her view of things which made it difficult to tell if she was doing a good job in pleasing, but they often threatened to hit her in the face; and sometimes they succeeded. This made her all the more self-conscious, and on those instances when her boobs did manage to brush, tap, or even hit her own face she felt extremely foolish and embarrassed.

She could just imagine what people would think:

"Poor, big-boobie blonde...can't even control her own chest...doesn't even know her own body..."

They were the very reason she prided herself and her trivial accomplishments like homecoming queen. She was constantly aware of what people thought about her. If they saw her own self-image they might think her weak-minded, shallow, emotionally inept.

She'd had to stay ahead of them; one step all the way. But with all her regular irregularities of looking beautiful all the time and winning contests of beauty and sex appeal among her peers she had come to realize that she'd dug a hole too deep to get out of, and she was in over her head. Every accomplishment was just another stroke from her shovel, but if she were to fail she wasn't sure if she could survive the fall.

At the moment she was succeeding in keeping her boobs at bay; the two luscious orbs were jiggling in her grip, her titflesh rippling vibrantly from the vibrations exerted upon her. Her glorious chest bounced and heaved repeatedly; her boobmeat overwhelming her small, girlish arm as it struggled to restrain the two bouncing melons and maintain them within the confines of her personal bubble.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Fuck!" she shouted, her eyes closed tight as she took the ramming her boyfriend was giving her.

Her boobs were getting more and more difficult to restrain, and she feared the two mountainous hooters would soon break the barrier her arm was creating if things kept up the way they were. The weight of her giant gazongas was much too overwhelming for her small, skinny arm; and she hated herself for not lifting more weights during her workouts.

On the other end of their sexual spectrum Christian had her leg poised across his body; her petite foot on his shoulder beside his face. He had her legs almost completely split so as to give his pelvis more room to thrust. He was grasping her lovely, girlish limb in a bear hug; his fingers trailing all over her smooth skin as he occasionally caressed it with his lips, kissing her leg as he fucked her.




M. Pumpkins' House of Hooters 02



Down below his penis was throbbing hard as he continuously thrust against her. This was all so hot. Seeing her in that position -- on her side, her legs split, and her small arm struggling to keep the bouncing of her majestic mountains to a minimum, the sexual faces she was making...

"Ohhhhh! Uhh! Fuck!" Allie screamed.

Christian was breathing heavy. He had to close his eyes from time to time to keep from blowing his load. The entire scene was just so sexual, and it was turning him on immensely.

"Oh man...oh fuck Allie...you're so fucking hot..."

"Unnnh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Allie screamed.

"Oh God...oh fuck!" Christian moaned as he kept her legs split apart, her pussy wet and warm and inviting of his cock...

He was almost there. He knew it wouldn't be much longer. He let go of his restraints and started fucking her harder, his cock sliding into her tight pussy faster and faster.

Below him Allie was moaning and screaming louder and harder. Her body was moving more forcefully from the power of Christian's hard rod, and her massive funbags bounced in her arm ever more feverishly.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuck!" she moaned.

She opened her eyes occasionally to find that her view was already being obstructed by her giant rack. From up top, Christian could see that his sudden outburst of energy was causing her huge boobs to bounce more; and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before they burst free of their restraints.

He picked up the pace more and started fucking her as fast as he could. He looked down to find that even though she had still managed to hold her tits in place she couldn't stop the entire rack from bouncing. Her arm simply bounced with it, and soon the view he had of her face was being obstructed with every thrust he gave her; covered by the two giant jugs beneath her arm.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!!"

Allie let out a loud yelp just as she realized her arm could no longer take it. She forced it to the side and stretched it out before letting it relax on the bed -- giving it some much needed rest.

Christian was still fucking her as her huge melons finally came into view, complete with hard diamond-cutting nipples.

"Oh shit yes!!!" he shouted as he hugged her leg tight and gave her a powerful thrust.

He pushed her leg down and to the side and pulled out of her as fast as he could, gripping his cock in hand as he did so. He began stroking it and moving on his knees up her body simultaneously, his hand trying to aim his cock at her tits.

Allie was breathing heavy, her chest heaving up and down powerfully as Christian aimed his cock at her tits and stroked it. Christian, however, had moved too far up and his cock was now almost even with the crevice of her cleavage. This was where he was when he exploded.

"OH SHIT YESSS!!!" Christian shouted, his cock finally erupting over her tits.

He stroked his cock and the first shot fired from his tip and hit her in the forehead, taking them both completely by surprise. He had wanted to shoot her tits, and he had not expected his orgasm to be this powerful. But he quickly redirected his aim and lowered his weapon slightly so that the next couple of shots hit her square on the face, one hit her just above her right eye on her eyebrow and splattered across in all directions managing to get a bit of her nose and some of her hair. The next shot hit her on the cheek just below her left eye...that one hit her hard like a jet stream and splattered all across her face.

Christian breathed hard as he stroked his cock and fired the next shot at her closed lips. He could no longer be bothered to aim, so the next few blasts fell where they may. One hit her under her chin on her naval, and one landed just above her cleavage on her chest. Christian now tried to aim one last shot, and he aimed it at the upper portion of her right breast...which he managed to hit.

He redirected his now oozing cock over to her left melon and slapped it in the area right above its nipple. The last of it came out in drops as he repeatedly hit the big, beautiful melon with his cock; her tit-flesh jiggling and rippling invitingly under his cock as his tip collided with her areola. Her bumps got sprinkled with the last of his cum, which then drizzled down over her nipple.

"Ohhhh.....fuuuuuuuck........." Christian moaned as he rubbed his spent cock all over her nipple. He moved his dick back over to her right jug and tried to wipe his cock clean on it, when that failed due to the amount of cum already on her breast he slid his cock back over to her cleavage and placed it between both of the giant mammaries.

"Ahhhhhh fuuuuuuck yeahhhhhhhh!" he moaned as he pressed her giant melons firmly together around his cock and started to thrust between them.

Allie still had her eyes shut tight in shock; her face cum-blasted. She lied there under her boyfriend breathing heavy as he wiped his cock dry between her large breasts; trying to decide whether to catch her breath or try and dry her face off.

"Dammit, Chris!" she said, carefully as she opened her mouth. "I'm all...soaked! Why couldn't you aim it at my chest??"

Christian moaned as he gripped and squeezed her big breasts and rubbed his cock up and down with them. Her DDs wrapped around his cock so easily, and they felt soft and warm pressed together around his throbbing, spent cock.

He pulled his cock from her inviting cleavage and banged it on her tits hard. Allie took to wiping his sperm off her face with her hand as Chris gave his cock a couple of strokes over her tits.

"Sorry, babe." He said. "I'll try and get it right in round two."

"No!" Allie said, pushing him back as she sat up. "No round two! You've pissed me off."

"What?" Christian said as he willing got off his girlfriend. "Aww come on, Allie! It was an accident!"

"Whatever." Allie said, thinking back to the way she had failed to keep her big boobs from bouncing. "I'm not in the mood."

Christian stared back at his girlfriend as she broke eye contact.

"Okay. Fine." He said, getting up and off the bed. "I guess I'll go then."

Allie thought about suggesting that he stay, but ultimately decided against it.

"I guess I'll call you?" Christian said as he pulled on his pants.

A few moments later Allie was watching her fully clothed boyfriend leave her room. Alone, she collapsed back on her bed and let out a big sigh.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Parallel Christian was sitting on his bed when his other-worldly counterpart walked through the door. Christian saw that he was staring at the mirror on his closet door.

"Dude, what are you doing?" he asked.

His counterpart looked up at him as though snapping out of a daze.

"Huh? Me? Oh...nothing." He answered.

Christian looked at him, then at the mirror and shrugged.

"Dude..." he said. "Thanks again for letting me nail Rebecca. She was so ready tonight."

The other Christian nodded. His counterpart had been reaping all the benefits of all the face-time he'd been putting in with the girls. Anytime he'd been ready to fuck, Christian had taken his place and all the spoils. Parallel Christian had not nailed a single girl as of yet.

"I've never had this much back-to-back sex in my life." Christian said, yawning as he lied down and rested his head on his pillow. "You're awesome, bro."

Parallel Christian nodded in agreement as his counterpart drifted off to sleep. He knew for a fact that despite his twin's complements he had no intention of ever letting him touch Rebecca and Allie. He also knew that all this was heading toward a bigger, ultimate plan...Christian wanted to use him to secure a threesome with both girls. That was an achievement he could not make on his own.

He took one last look at the mirror on the wall, and one last look at the look-alike boy asleep on the bed...before he, too, drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Christian awoke to the sound of his alarm going off. He slowly reached to his bedside stand and tried to hit the snooze button, but after a few minutes of hitting nothing but air he was forced to get up. Groggily, he looked to the side of the bed and noted that his stand and alarm weren't there. He turned to his other side and saw that it had been moved. He reached for his alarm clock and turned off the alarm.

He got up out of bed and immediately saw that his dresser had been moved as well. He looked around and saw that there were a lot of things that had been moved. But when he turned to his closet, he was dumbfounded. The entire closet, it seemed, had been moved as well.

He shut the closet door and was met with his reflection in the mirror. To his surprise, the reflection spoke.

"What's up, man?" he said.

Christian was initially shocked. He jumped back and rubbed his eyes, but given everything that had happened recently he was able to adjust to the situation rather quickly.

"Hey..." he said uneasily to his reflection. "What...er...what's going on?"

"I brought you into my world while you were sleeping." The reflection said.

"What? You brought me? Why?" Christian asked.

"You said you wanted to see what it was like? So, I just thought I'd help you with that."

"Oh. Right." Christian said. "How do I get back?"

"The Mirage Mirror." Parallel Christian answered.

Christian looked around.

"So...this is your room, huh? No wonder everything is backwards."

"Yeah." The reflection said. "Look, I've got a confession to make. And we don't have a lot of time."

Christian looked at his reflection worriedly.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"My life...it's not as good as yours. That's why I went to the House of Hooters. I wanted...things to change."

"Okay..." Christian said, listening intently. "But we have the same life, don't we?"

"Yeah." The reflection said. "Sort of...I mean, it's all the same but at the same time...it's all different."

"I don't get it." Christian said. "You're still going out with Rebecca and Allie, right?"

"Yeah." The reflection said. "We're still going out, but...well, take dad for instance. In my world, mom is the drunk and dad is the one that left."

"Okay, so what's the big deal? What do mom and dad have to do with any of this?"

"I guess...nothing." The reflection said.

"Alright. Whatever." Christian said. "I'm out of here."

He turned to leave, but quickly found that he couldn't. His body would not respond to what his brain was telling him.

"What...the...?" he exclaimed.

"I destroyed the mirror in your world." Parallel Christian said.

"You...why?" Christian asked. "What for? And why can't I move?"

"Because you're the reflection now." His counterpart said. "See...the Mirage Mirror is kind of like a gateway between our two worlds. Everything that you did affected me in my world, and everything that I did affected you. It's like that for everyone."

Christian was only half listening as he struggled to will his body to do something...anything.

"But now...because I've spent more time in both worlds than you have you are starting to lose your free will."

"My free...what? My free will!" Christian said, now becoming frightened.

"Yeah." Parallel Christian said. "Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. Actually, it happens all the time. It's just the nature of things. Anytime we, as people, experience things we cannot explain."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Christian said.

"You know..." the reflection stated. "Like a sudden depression or a change in character, or déjà vu..."

"WHY CAN'T I MOVE??" Christian yelled.

"Because...you can explain these things." Parallel Christian stated. "You know why these things happen, and now our two worlds cannot allow you to act freely anymore. And with the Mirage Mirror in your world gone..."

The reflection now moved his arm, and Christian was shocked to find that his arm was moving involuntarily. He took a few steps forward, then back, and Christian found that his body was responding to his reflection's movements.

"Now you are just my reflection." The parallel Christian said.

"This...is...BULLSHIT!" Christian yelled, gritting his teeth as he struggled to make his body move any other way than what the mirror was doing. "You're dead!"

"Right." Parallel Christian said. "But before you get all 'crazy' let's have some fun with Rebecca and Allie first."

"Rebecca and Allie?" Christian said, his mood heightening a little.

"Yeah." His twin said. "They're on their way over; they should be here any minute now."

He then turned to the door as he heard a knock, incidentally causing Christian to turn to it as well. Parallel Christian waited a moment, and then both Rebecca and Allie walked into the room looking hot as ever.

Christian, however, had a look of shock on his face. The two girls that walked through his door were not the two girls he had expected. They shared enough similarities with their other worldly counterparts to be identified as such, but a huge difference was that they were hideous.

Christian could not believe his eyes. They had to be amongst the most hideous people he'd ever laid eyes on. Each girl had blemishes up and down her face, unshapely bodies, and dull hair. The tight clothes they were wearing only helped to show off the rolls of belly fat they possessed, and Christian suddenly felt nauseated.

The two girls spoke as they walked towards him, and Christian found his mouth opening and speaking in response to what they said. He couldn't even make out what he was saying, but whatever it was it caused the girls to giggle and blush. As they drew nearer he found his arms reaching out for them, and to his horror his head jerked itself down quickly to Rebecca's dry lips and kissed them passionately.

He could not believe this. It was as though he was a prisoner in his own body as the three of them had a little make-out fest.

The girls began kissing his neck, and in the midst of it all he turned his head back to the mirror for the first time since the two girls walked into the room to find that Parallel Christian was staring back at their scene. The two girls kissing his neck were the Rebecca and Allie that he knew; his Rebbeca and Allie. He could see their beautiful, youthful buns and beautifully arched backs; their lustrous and vibrant hair shining in the average lit room as they cooed and made other sexual noises against his counterpart. He knew that their hefty breasts were pressed against his chest, and by the smile on his face he also knew that he was enjoying every minute of it.

The reflection smiled at him before averting his eyes to their beautiful rears. He saw his hands trailing down the back of each girl, and found that his hands were doing the same on his end. He watched as his hands cupped an asscheek from each girl and squeezed hungrily; his hands squeezing the buns of the grotesque girls pressed against himself.

The girls then pushed him down into a sitting position on his bed. He watched as the two of them stripped off their tops. In the mirror he could see the backs of the beautiful pair of girls as they, too, stripped off their tops. He looked up at the hideous girls in front of him to see their breasts dangling uninvitingly. Their blemishes, it seemed, were all over their bodies.

Though their breasts had not changed in size they looked a lot smaller in comparison to how much the two girls were hoisting. Their chests were big only because the girls themselves were big, and he wanted nothing more than to have the old Rebecca and Allie back. He stared up at their uninviting breasts, and knew that on the other side of the mirror Parallel Christian was staring up at the two most beautiful pairs of breasts in the world.

In the mirror he saw the two hot babes on the other side leaning forward away from him, cupping their breasts as they did so; no doubt leaning into Parallel Christian. He became frightened again as he knew that the girls were doing the same thing on his end. Soon his view of the mirror became obstructed by their unshapely, uninviting, boner-killing bodies; and the last thing he wondered before being smothered by their fat was how many more times he would have to do this.

With two bombshells like Rebecca and Allie at his disposal, Parallel Christian was going to have a lot of fun.

Well, my Darlings! I hope this story has taught you a lesson! That lesson, of course, being "No fat chicks!" Lucky for you there are no fat girls at my House of Hooters. There is only I, Madame Pumpkins...and, of course, my equally hot and busty counterpart! I suppose no one knows that better than our friend Christian. But while he now wallows in the makings of his own design his mirror-image basks in the spoils of war after a hellish, life-long experience. He and his two lovely ladies are frequent visitors of my little shop, and I look forward to seeing them quite often...as well as yourself! But until then, my Darlings, have a Hooter-iffic Halloween! I'll be seeing you soon...

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