4 comments/ 55919 views/ 19 favorites A Special Treat By: flying_nugget One brisk spring afternoon Darcie was anticipating the arrival of her friend Heather. The two had planned an afternoon of trying out her grandmother's fudge recipe and watching some sexy movies. After a few hours had passed while Darcie washed her dishes and did a load of her intimates in the wash, she heard the ding-donging of the door bell. Expecting only her friend, Darcie didn't bother to change out of her short shorts or put on a shirt to cover her bra clad breast. She daintily jogged to the door while her large breasts jiggled up and down in her 38E cup bra. The bra had been a perfect fit about a year ago, but it was begging to get just a tad bit tighter and the feeling of her breasts bulging out and fighting to get free from their confines reminded Darcie she needed to get herself resized in the near future. She was guessing she growing up to an F cup, but wasn't entirely sure. Anyway, that should be reserved for another day because today was reserved for Heather and that scrumptious fudge! Once Darcie had reached the door, she barely noticed her dark areolas contrasting with her light olive skin had popped just a bit above the bra hemline. On the contrary, half of her nipple on her left breast could plainly be seen, but she shook off the notion and opened the door. That was the moment when Darcie received quite a shock. Heather stood at Darcie's door dressed in her usual flip-flops, little short shorts and cute little halter top with her beautiful red hair tied back in a pony tail. Darcie could sense something was different about her friend. She'd known Heather since grade school. These two girls would sleep over at each other's houses and did all the things that young, curious girls do. Hence, Darcie knew every inch of Heather's body and she knew Heather's C cup breasts never popped out on the sides of her halter tops or showed off so much creamy white cleavage at the neck line. Darcie just stood in the door way mouth agape until Heather brought her down from her trance. "Darc? Can I come in," she said. The redheaded vixen could tell her friend noticed the change not only from her jaw falling to the floor, but from the wrinkled hardness her nipples changed into. Maybe it was also because of the slight breeze, but Heather had a feeling her new look had excited her good friend in more ways than one. Trying to act like nothing had happened, Darcie lead Heather into the kitchen where she offered her a drink. The two went through a bit of small talk before Darcie got on the subject of the tasty fudge. Heather's mind was on her own large breasts so much that she forgot about making the sweets, but giggled as she recalled the recipe and retrieved it from her purse. After checking over the list of ingredients from the recipe card, Darcie began to fetch everything they would need to make their sweet delights. She couldn't help but notice how Heather followed her around the kitchen very closely. There were some moments when Darcie would turn around to ask Heather about certain measurements and Heather's face was right next to Darcie's while Darcie thought her friend was at the other end of the kitchen. When they'd notice what had happened, both girls would giggle and quickly get back to what the task at had was. After much preparation of the ingredients, it was soon time to mix the batter. Heather volunteered to mix everything up. So, Darcie hefted the huge mixing bowl over to her friend and set the temperature for the oven. Heather began mixing the batter and just a bit of the chocolaty substance splashed up at her and onto her breasts. Well, it was kinda hard to prevent that from happening because Heather's breasts were so large that they hung over the bowl while she bent over the table to mix everything. Just as the brown stuff flew up at Heather, she let out a hearty laugh. Darcie flung herself around to see what the joviality was all about. "What happened," ejaculated Darcie. Just as she said those words, she noticed her friend's fingers wipe up the gooey mess that had dabbled onto her porcelain breasts. "Oh..." Darcie said softly. "Oh, it's not a big deal. I can get it," Heather giggled back. "Hey, I'm surprised you of all people didn't notice." "Didn't notice what," Darcie said acting bewildered, but knew exactly what her friend was talking about. In response to her friend's comment, Heather hastily cupped her heavy breasts up and jiggled them in an attempt to get Darcie's attention. Needless to say it worked. Darcie felt relief that her friend wanted her to notice the obvious endowment of her breasts. She was afraid of hurting the feelings of one of her best friends and didn't want to say anything to avoid a fight. "Oh yeah..." Darcie said coolly. "Did you get implants? If so, that's cool. They look great, but your breasts were perky as hell and you hardly ever wore a bra because of it. Heather, you were a C cup and most guys think that is pretty big." "I know," answered Heather still holding and rubbing her large mammaries. "But, you know how I've always been just a little bit jealous of you and the other girls because all of you have great big titties. I didn't exactly want to get implants because of the health risks and the scarring and everything. Sure, I wanted bigger boobs, but I wasn't going to have them looking all ugly and unnatural." "What happened? Are you having an uber-period or something?" "No silly," Heather laughed back. "I went to my doctor for my monthly check up and asked her what kinds of alternatives there were to implants. Well, she told me about these pills that haven't been approved by the FDA that her pharmacist friend had tons of samples of." Heather pulled the prescription bottle out of her purse. "He was even nice enough to pop the pills out of their blister packs and bottle them up for me." "Are you sure that's safe?" Darcie seemed cautious and raised a concerned eye towards Heather's full breasts. "I'm not sure, but it isn't that bad. She gave me a thirty day supply and this is what has happened in a week. It's much faster than some of the other shit I've seen advertised on the Internet. Well, there are a couple of drawbacks. One, these pills are so fucking nasty! If I wasn't so bound and determined to get bigger tits, I'd have probably already chucked these things by now. Just the taste alone made me throw one up." Darcie was obviously puzzled. "If they taste that bad and make you react that way, how the hell are you able to take them then?" "Well, I called my doctor about it," Heather continued. "She said that I could take them with food and the taste and nausea wouldn't be so bad. It's kinda like putting ketchup on something you don't like. It doesn't take all of the taste away, but it helps. As far as the nausea, it subsides after an hour or so." "Oh, so what are the others? You said that was one. What else is there?" "Obviously these," Heather giggled while pinching her hardened nipples through her white halter top. "But, it's also like my libido has kicked itself up a notch or two, and my titties feel really..." "What?" Darcie was holding her breath to hear all about her friend's amazing new boobs. "Alive! I don't mean something is going to pop out of them like in an alien movie, but they just feel like they do when I get my monthly girl, but without all the cramps and mood swings. On top of all that, I just feel so much sexier." Darcie's nipples were diamonds from just listening to her friend talk about her titties and watching her rub them to hardness. It wasn't just rubbing. It was as if Heather was near the brink of worshipping her own milk mounds. After watching her friend's sexy scene for a moment, Darcie piped up, "yeah, I really do like the way my titties feel when I'm on the rag. They seem to fill out just a bit more. I swear it sometimes feels like I gain almost a full cup size..." "Uh-huh..." Heather was groping her massive jugs more with desire. "It's not enough to make me look forward to my period. God knows I don't look forward to that, but it's a nice pay off for dealing with that bullshit every month." Heather stopped for a moment. An idea lit up her demeanor and she quickly grabbed her prescription bottle. "Hey Darc, how would you like your titties to feel like that right now?" "Oh no, I'm not going to take one of those pills if it'll make me throw up and then lose my appetite for this fudge..." "No, I'm not suggesting we take it alone. Let's put it in the fudge!" Heather seemed very giddy and started to skip a little bit while clutching her bottle. "I don't know," Darcie shrugged. I mean, I wear a 38E. It's fine for me, but I think my boobies are growing again. I mean..." Darcie gasped and started to giggle uncomfortably. "Oh god! I didn't know my nipples were slipping out of my bra!" "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before, Darc. Sheesh!" Heather shook her head. "Look, these girls gradually came to after like five days. I'm telling you. This stuff is great!" Darcie felt her inhibitions leaving her for some reason. It might've been because she got so turned on by her friend feeling herself up, but she didn't give a fuck anymore. "Okay, go ahead and put a few pills in. Hell, if I'm going to have to get a new bra I might as well go for broke, huh?" With that said, Heather opened the bottle and was only able to shake one pill into the mixture as Darcie quickly mixed it all up. The pills kept being stubborn as Heather tried fruitlessly to shake a few more out. The frustration built up more inside Heather until she shook so much and dumped the whole thing into the mixing bowl. Darcie had mixed most the pills up into the chocolate batter. Once the both realized what they had done they each gave the other a puzzled look and asked one another what should be done. After quite a bit of deliberating, the girls decided to just cook the fudge and eat it any way. Besides, it's not like they weren't able to sue Heather's doctor if anything went wrong in the first place. The two ladies decided to sit and talk while waiting on their fudge to cook for the next half hour. Mostly the topic of discussion revolved around their breasts. "So," said an inquisitive Heather. "You're outgrowing your E cups, huh?" "Yeah. Well, it's not that bad... but it feels like this bra has gradually been getting tighter for the past month. I probably just need to get resized. Maybe my ribcage has expanded or something. Who knows?" "Do you mind if I try your bra on since I haven't been fitted yet," Heather asked sheepishly. Darcie compared her breasts with Heather's and figured they were close to the same size. She still couldn't get over the fact that her smaller breasted friend of all this time was seriously asking to try on her bra. Hell, she was still amazed at seeing her friend with a hug pair of tits. Not that Darcie was upset because she thought her friend looked ten times hotter with her gigantic jugs. Without saying a word, Darcie brought her hands around her back and undid the clasps. She shrugged her shoulders out of the bra and Heather took the bra by the under wires. Darcie could feel her friend's nails gently drag along her soft titflesh. It made Darcie's clit jump at being touched like that by another woman. Upon her breasts' release from their prison, Darcie instinctively brought her hands up to cup her heavy mounds, but not to hide; to pleasure herself. For being a bigger girl with breasts as large as hers, Darcie was fortunate to have quite a bit of perkiness with her endowment. There was definitely a bit of hang to her girls, but not too much. Heather carefully put her friend's brassiere on and brought the clasps back around to fit. Both girls stared at her bra-clad breasts. "What do you think?" Darcie was smiling as if she were in a sorority and her best friend had just been initiated. "Oh, my titties fill out these cups for sure," Heather squealed. "But, the band might be just a bit too loose. Of course, my rib cage is quite a bit smaller than yours, hun." "Shut up, you whore," Darcie teased. "You're just jealous because I make your bra look better than you do," Heather laughed. "Well, at least my man loves my curviness and doesn't mind me having a bit of a tummy." Darcie stuck out her tongue at Heather and proceeded to raspberry at her friend. "Shit. Don't even bring him up; he was such a fucking psycho! Dating him was like dating Richard Simmons on crack or something. I later found out that he didn't like the little bit of pudge I had on my tummy and he wasn't going to have sex with me until he was satisfied with my abs and all." Darcie gasped out of disbelief. "You mean that's why he made you do all those crunches before you guys started making out all hardcore?" "Totally. It wasn't because of the endorphins going to my brain like he said. Sure, that was a boost and it really did work, but he had a fucking ulterior motive the whole time." "Honey, I would kill to have your figure; especially now! But before, just because you had a tad bit of fat on your skinny butt didn't mean you needed to be on a strict fucking diet and exercise program." "Yeah, but that's what you get when you date a health nut. Sure, he had a great body and was really cute, but I think he was insecure about the possibility of having a fat and ugly girlfriend." Heather quickly felt the need to correct herself. "Not that I'm saying you are..." Darcie shrugged. "It's okay. My man has told me plenty of times that he likes a woman with some meat on her bones. The only thing I need to lose is my bit of a gut. Too bad I couldn't have dated your ex for a while." Both girls howled with laughter at the thought. Then, the oven timer went off. The ladies snapped their attention to the appliance. Darcie grabbed an oven mitt while Heather opened the oven door. Both girls marveled at the sight of their freshly baked treats. Normally, a batch of fudge would look somewhat hardened and candied, but this batch looked like some very moist brownies without the frosting. In fact, the chocolate dessert had raised just a hair above the pan. "Whoa, grandma's fudge never looked like this," Heather whispered intensely. "Your grandma's fudge didn't have your titty pills in it either," Darcie answered. "I just hope they weren't wasted by the heat of the oven." "Look at it this way: if you can cook weed and not have it lose its effect, this shouldn't be a problem." Darcie grabbed a knife and cut the fudge into squares. The dessert easily lifted out of the pan with hardly any sticking. "Why don't you go put the movie on and I'll finish cutting the rest of these. Here's a piece." Heather turned and rounded the corner to the living room and then pooped back into the kitchen topless. "Here," she said tossing Darcie's bra to her. "I'm sorry I didn't think about giving this back to you earlier." Darcie caught her garment and flashed her friend a sexy smile. Heather walked back into the living room as Darcie stuffed a freshly cut piece of fudge into her mouth and began cutting. Once she was finished, she grabbed a plate to place the fudge squares on for serving. While placing the candy on the plate, Darcie helped herself to another piece. Then, just when she was about to walk into the living room with the candy, Darcie remembered that she had just left her bra on the counter. She instinctively turned to get it and put it on. She wondered why she was doing such a thing. It wasn't like Heather was going to be uncomfortable with Darcie being topless. Both of them being topless seemed like second nature since they were always flashing their tits when they were drunk at parties with all of their other busty friends. Still, Darcie felt it was best to put the garment back on. Besides, the slightly constrictive support was better than no support. After Darcie put her bra back on, she grabbed another piece of fudge and took a bite. Just as she was walking towards the threshold between the kitchen and the living room, Darcie's breasts started feeling a little bit heavier and the bra seemed to get tighter. Darcie just ignored it and attributed it to the bra's tightness before. Just when Darcie walked into the living room, she was greeted with a somewhat surprising sight. She could've sworn she saw Heather pinching and rubbing her nipples through her white halter top and then quickly put her hands down once Darcie came into the room. Upon registering Darcie's presence, Heather bounded up off the couch and went for the plate of fudge. Darcie also couldn't' help but notice what seemed to be a wet spot on the crotch of Heather's shorts. But she said nothing. "It's about time you got that stuff cut. I started the movie!" The ladies sat down on the couch and fixed their eyes on the television. Darcie had rented Embrace of the Vampire. Both Heather and Darcie were huge fans of the show "Charmed" and they had girl crushes on all three of the female leads. Darcie's boyfriend had seen Embrace of the Vampire before and told her all about the nude scenes with Alyssa Milano. Naturally, Darcie wanted to see it and figured Heather might enjoy it also. Both girls were involuntarily grabbing the fudge and eating almost habitually. After a few moments, the film got to the part where Alyssa is changing her shirt and asks her boyfriend to turn away. "Her tits are so fake!" Heather chomped on her mouthful of fudge. "They still seem nice. I think it's because of the puffiness of her nipples that still makes them look sexy," Darcie stated while grabbing for another piece of fudge. At that moment, Heather turned to look at Darcie. Her eyes bugged out at the sight of her friend. She and Darcie knew each other's bodies very well, and she noticed a slight change in her friend. While Darcie's breasts were perky for their size, her nipples did seem to droop down just a bit compared to women with smaller breasts. Now, her tan nipples weren't hidden or barely hidden by the bra anymore. They had come up above the upper hem of her brassiere. Her breasts were practically pushing her bra cups below them to get free. "Uh Darcie, hunny...," Heather stammered. "What...," Darcie turned to her friend and got quite an eyeful as well. Heather's white halter was the proverbial man moving a mountain and straining to keep her pale-skinned orbs restrained. Heather's nipples were stretching the material out towards Darcie while the sides of her tits were spilling out even more near her arm pits from the halter top. "Oh my god, Heather!" Heather reeled back in shock from her friend's sudden outburst and then traveled to where her friend's sight was fixed. She almost jumped out of her seat at the sight of her babies. "Wow, I hardly could notice. That's amazing! But, look at yours..." Darcie didn't need to be told and had already seen the mammoth swelling that had taken place in her breasts. She brought her fingers up to touch her puffy nipples poking out of the tops of her bra cups. "This is so fucking weird, but so fucking cool! I can understand what you mean by your breasts feeling alive. Oh god, it is almost like when I'm on my period, but more intense." "Yeah, and no bleeding down there. Your boyfriend sure is going to fuck the shit out of you tonight!" Darcie gave Heather a sly look. "He'd better! If he doesn't maul my big titties, I'm going to have to take him to the emergency room. I might any way because he might die of a heart attack!" Both girls laughed at the thought. "Oh my god! This is un-fucking-believable! I am starting to get a bit hornier, too. Just the sight of these new tits is making me wet..." "Yeah, me too," squealed Heather. "Do you mind if I touch them?" Darcie shook her head no and raised her chest up to the delight of her friend. "Go right ahead, but if they feel really sensitive right now, I don't know how they'll feel with someone else's hands on them." A Special Treat She gives me a mischievous smile as she kneels down in front of me. "Just sit there and relax," she purrs seductively, "You don't need to do a thing." I nod as she strokes my cock through my jeans. "That's it," she says, "Just you get yourself all nice and big and hard for me." I do just that; my cock stiffens in response to her touch; it's not as if it can do anything else. She undoes my jeans, slipping her hand inside, rubbing my cock through my boxer shorts. "I love making you hard," she says softly; my cock twitches in her grasp. Her fingertip traces the outline of my cock. She licks her lips. I let out a quiet moan. Her fingers stroke, slowly, gently; heightening my state of arousal. I want to feel myself in her mouth, her lips sliding along my shaft, but all in good time, she is in no hurry and I know better than to rush her. Pausing briefly, she sits back and takes off her top. With a smile, she undoes her bra and tosses it carelessly aside. She reaches forward and begins to tug at my jeans. I raise myself up slowly so that she can remove both them and my boxer shorts. Leaning forward, she begins to lightly kiss the insides of my thighs, working her way closer and closer. I moan with anticipation as she nears her goal. A fingertip grazes across my balls. I flinch at the contact. Slowly she draws her finger up my shaft then runs it down again. Her fingers encircle me, and begin to move up and down. Her tongue flicks over my balls, teasing the ridge of skin down their centre; "Oh fuck!" I gasp as she tightens her grip on my cock. Up and down her fingers travel, slowly but steadily massaging my cock. She swirls her tongue over the swollen head, bathing it in her warm saliva. Her tongue replaces her fingers. She slowly licks and kisses every inch of me. Her hand gently cups and squeezes my balls as she explores my straining cock with her lips and tongue. I close my eyes and savour the sensations. Changing position slightly, she leans in closer and rests my cock in her cleavage. She presses her large firm breasts together, gripping my cock between them and begins to rub it. As she slowly wanks me with her breasts she dips her head so she can flick her tongue over the head of my cock. "That's so, so good!" I moan. Already, I can feel the pressure inside me grow. Her breath is warm on the engorged and increasingly sensitive head of my cock. It twitches, trapped between her breasts as she presses them even more tightly together, increasing the speed as she rubs me between them. She looks up at me through long, dark lashes, fixing my gaze with her steely grey eyes. "I'm going to suck your cock now," she says, "I'm going to take your lovely big cock between my lips and suck it deep into my hungry mouth." She affects a look of sweet little-girl innocence and adds, "You would like me to suck your cock, wouldn't you?" "Oh fuck yes!" I reply "Yes what?" she taunts. "Yes, I'd love you to suck my cock?" "Oh? Why?" "Because I love the way it feels when it's in your mouth," "How does it feel?" "So warm, so wet, so good, so, so fucking good!" "Will you give me your cum?" "Yes!" "A nice big load down my throat?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I moan in tortured consternation. She smiles, kisses her fingertips and touches them to my lips. "Good," she breathes huskily, "I do like it when you give me a nice big load to swallow." She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and slowly draws me deep into her mouth. I moan as she slowly engulfs my length. She glances up to see me watching her; she knows how much I love to watch my cock disappear into her mouth. She cups my balls and gently squeezes them as her mouth begins to work its way up and down my cock. Her head moves up and down. My cock slides in and out of warm and hungry mouth. At the top of each stroke she swirls her tongue around the head then flicks across the slit. Sucking harder; her lips slide down my shaft; taking as much of my cock as possible into her mouth. Wrapping her fingers around the remaining inches, she moves her hand in time with her mouth, working them together in tandem. My breathing deepens as the pressure inside me steadily mounts. "Oh, oh fuck that's good," I moan as her mouth glides effortlessly up and down my shaft. She varies the pace; at first slow and gentle then progressively getting harder and faster before slowing down again; all the time cupping and squeezing my balls. "Oh! Oh fuck!" I cry out as she presses her middle finger into the sensitive spot between my balls and arsehole, driving me even wilder. Of their own volition, my hips begin to buck. Without thinking, I grab her head and start fucking her mouth, thrusting my cock between her lips. My movements are automatic, a response to sensations that are beginning to take control of me. She coughs slightly, spluttering as I drive the head of my cock into the back of her throat. Fighting for control, I moderate my thrusts as my body grows tenser with every stroke. I'm getting close; I can feel my cock begin to twitch inside her mouth. Sensing this, she pushes me back firmly as she retakes control, driving me towards the inevitable climax. "I... I can't take much more!" I groan. She lets my cock slip from between her lips. "It's OK, baby, cum for me. Give me a nice big mouthful of cum to show me how much you've enjoyed this." She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and begins to suck once more. She grips my shaft between her thumb and forefinger and begins to rub up and down; her hand blurring as she drives me closer and closer to the point of eruption. I struggle to hold on. My body tense with the need for release, screaming to me to let go, but I want to make it last, I want to feel exquisite pain of denial for as long as I can endure. I clench my teeth, I grip the edge of the sofa, my knuckles turning white I use every ounce of my willpower to hold on for that little bit longer. With her lips securely wrapped around the head of my cock, she tilts her head back and our eyes meet as she gives my balls one final, gentle squeeze. It's finally too much. "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING" I cry then, followed by a growl of sheer animal lust, I let go. My cock erupts, sending jet after jet of hot, sticky cum surging into her mouth. She has a look of dreamy concentration on her face as she takes my load. Finally, my cock slips from between her lips. Looking me in the eye, she opens her mouth to show me my load pooled on her tongue. As I slump back on the sofa, she smiles and makes a show of savouring the thick load of cum in her mouth before greedily swallowing it down. As I strain to regain composure, she gets and sits beside me on the sofa, snuggling up close. She kisses me lightly then says. "Happy birthday, honey, I hope you liked your present." A Special Treat... When I first came to BDSM, I was surprised to discover that the 1950's lifestyle was a fetish within it. For the little girl that was raised on the cusp of time and learned to make jam, sew and crochet before she could read, it seemed strangely comforting to combine my expertise as a homemaker with my kink. But as much as my masochist loves her pain, my submissive gets off to serving her man. But as I fed Him dinner this past weekend, He pointed out that there was very little actually written about the topic. So in preparation for Valentine's Day, I thought I would share how to treat your man...June Cleaver style. **1) Plan.** Spend serious time planning your evening; He is worth it after all. What is His favorite food? His drink? What do you wear? Where do you serve Him? What little details are worth the effort? Flowers? Cloth napkins? Then make your list and check it twice. Make sure you have items for both naughty and nice. **2) Prepare His meal.** I know too many women these days do not know how to cook, but that is no excuse. There are cook books galore. A quick Google search of the word 'recipe' came up with 153,000,000...that's 153 MILLION hits. Heck, these days you can even get video apps for your smart device. So no cheating. No take away. No ready meals. Even if His favorite is something exotic like Thai or Indian, you can find it out there somewhere. **3) Dress to impress.** Of course, when you watch Leave It to Beaver, June Cleaver is always spotlessly attired in a dress, apron, pearls and heels. That is certainly an option. But if the Beaver is not around for the night, the options become so much more interesting. A corset and apron...no knickers, of course. Or if you are very brave, hold ups, heels, pearls and an apron. Just remember Health & Safety, burning important bits is not the best way to set the mood. **4) Meet Him at the door with His favorite cocktail in hand.** What better thing to come home to than your woman dressed (or undressed) to please and holding a single malt Scotch? **5) Pamper Him.** While the roast is finishing up in the oven, what about a massage or a warm bath? We girls are not the only ones that enjoy a relaxing soak. Just make certain to choose oil that does not smell flowery...sandalwood is always a good choice. Pay special attention to the places that hold stress...neck, shoulders, hands and feet. But do not forget the scalp and ears too. As for that bath, you should certainly be the one to undress Him. Show Him exactly how much you care by carefully folding His clothes as you go. Kneeling and looking up with a smile is perfect for this job. Oh, and save the best bits for last, girls. But get very, very naughty with it. Just don't burn dinner in the process. There will be time for THAT later. **6) Serve Him.** I do not just mean putting a plate on the table either. Begin by taking the time to add the little extras, when I trained as a chef, it was called presentation. Things like a sprig of parsley, rosemary, thyme, basil or whatever is appropriate for the dish. Make certain that any spills have been carefully wiped from the plate. And yes, the proper way to serve His meal is to drop to your knees, legs spread wide apart and head down as you hold the plate in one hand for His approval. **7) Feed Him.** You heard me right. Do not let it end simply with serving Him. Go beyond that. He is special and deserves that extra touch. Trust me, there is nothing sexier than a man torn between the delights of food or you. Take your time, no rush here. Make each bite count. **8) Conversation.** This may blow a lot of the myths out of the water, but men actually like intelligence in their women. Back in the 50's women actually went to college primarily to learn how to be proper wives. Current events, His work, sports, whatever, He wants someone to talk to as much as you do. Be conversant. **9) Be His fantasy.** What dirty, naughty thing has He always wanted to do. Why not give it a try? For this night, stretch yourself...or Him. Nothing is off limits. Sex is meant to be dirty, messy and loud...even 1950's style. **10) Dessert.** Don't forget dessert. But it is best served naked in bed after the hottest sex of your lives. It has the added advantage of providing a sugar rush that should make round two almost as unforgettable as the first time. And oops...if you spill chocolate sauce or whip cream, well, you just must lick it off yourself. After all, good girls clean up their messes. **11) Laugh.** I know it flies in the face of convention but there is nothing sexier in the bedroom than laughter. Lying in one another's arms and giggling is an incredibly bonding experience after making love. Life is way too serious, folks. Love should not be. As for pesky little things like dishes...leave them to soak in the sink. The mess will wait. He won't. This night is about showing Him how very lucky you are to have Him in your life. The thing is...why wait for Valentine's Day? If you are lucky enough to have found that unicorn...a good man, then every fucking day should be a celebration of love. A Special Treat Ch. 02 Goodies: "A Special Treat" continued... Both ladies scampered into the bedroom, their heavy tits bouncing up and down with each step. Darcie pulled her shorts along with her panties off her short legs and tossed the garments into the nearby hamper. Heather followed suite. Noticing Darcie still had her bra on; Heather hooked her index finger onto the bra clasp just as Darcie went for the bed. The brunette had only taken a step and a half before she noticed that she was caught on something. "What's going...? HEY!" Darcie turned and feigned her surprise at Heather. Just as she noticed, Heather let the bra strap go and listened to the slight snap of the material hitting Darcie's bare flesh. Darcie reached around and rubbed her back. "That wasn't very nice, you bitch!" "C'mon and take it off, girl!" The redhead was giddy with anticipation while fixing her eyes on Darcie's mammoth jugs. With that said Darcie grabbed her friend's skinny pale arms and forced her onto the bed. "Why don't you make me take it off?" Darcie was on top of Heather before she could react. "I guess you were paying close attention when I told you about the guy who gave it to me rough," Heather quietly stated to her friend. "Shut up," Darcie took the initiative by pinching her girlfriend's swelling nipples and watching her gasp and moan from the pleasure coursing through her body. Heather brought her hands up to help Darcie on her journey to a climax. "Nuh-uh, you can't touch yourself this time, sugar." "But I can touch you, can't I?" Before Darcie could answer, Heather brought her hands up underneath Darcie's light olive skinned boobs and kneaded them to the sight of her friend's face contorting to the delightful sensations she was experiencing. Darcie brought her upper body up so Heather could touch more of her massive tit flesh and send more indulgent stimuli throughout her being. Darcie's hands brought their area of play out further than Heather's pink nipples. Her fingertips pushed and groped their way into Heather's nubile flesh. "You nipples are so hard and so soft," Darcie said breathlessly. "I just enjoy the feel of touching them and kinda squishing your boobs together." "I know, you're making me so wet. Are you getting wet on my stomach?" Darcie hadn't noticed earlier, but she was getting wet. She rose up to looked below her and there was a wet smear on Heather's nicely shaped abs. Darcie gave her friend a slightly embarrassed look after acknowledging the sight of her own juices. "It's okay," Heather said. "I'm probably putting a helluva wet spot on your bed. Here, let me take your bra off of you. That band must be getting tighter by the second." The band of her bra was the least of Darcie's concern. She couldn't believe she was in an intimate tit feeling session with one of her best friends. It was also hard to believe that the pills Heather had supplied to be mixed with the fudge had turned both of their tits into huge, sensitive mountains. Darcie looked down at her enormous jugs and tried to guess what cup size they were. Before, her 38E cup breasts hung down to rest on her top ribs of her rib cage. Now, they hung quite a bit lower. She thought of the various models in her boyfriend's porno magazines and tried to make a mental comparison. The best she could come up with were the ones with the super fake tits. Still, her boobs and Heather's boobs didn't look so hard and stretched out. They felt supple and natural. They had some weight to them and didn't look like blown up balloons. Heather tossed Darcie's bra to the floor and continued feeling her good friend up. She circled her fingertips around Darcie's darker areola. It took all of Heather's ability to keep playing with her friend's bosoms and not just give in to the joy of the wonderful tit groping Darcie was giving her. "God, this feels so fucking good. I wanna rub my clit. It feels like it's going to burst, but I can't stop rubbing your titties, Darcie." "I know," Darcie replied breathlessly. "I never thought I really would do this with another woman. Sure, I've masturbated myself to some of my boyfriend's porno magazines, but I always thought I was sort of timid to do anything like this." Heather brought her hands up and mashed Darcie's mammoth jugs together and flicked her nipples and resumed her groping. Darcie gasped at the change in the tit play. "Just do whatever feels natural, Darc. We're just two friends giving each other a hand." With that said, Darcie reluctantly stopped caressing Heather's breasts and bent down to kiss her friend on the lips. At first, it was a lingering peck. Then, Darcie looked into Heather's green eyes and saw a longing for more. She bent her head down again and nuzzled Heather's nose with her own in an Eskimo kiss. Then, her mouth went in for another kiss. This time there was more "oomph" behind it. Both girls' lips loosened the longer their kiss held. Darcie's warm tongue slowly slid in between Heather's soft lips. Heather's tongue instinctively met Darcie's and went further into her mouth. Heather pressed face harder into Darcie's with a likewise response. Both girls slowly pulled away from each other, each one gently smooching again at the other but only kissing the air between them. It only took Darcie a moment to let her emotions get the best of her and drape herself over her friend and embrace her tightly. Their large breasts pushed into each other, the rock hard nipples poking into their soft flesh. Heather returned the embrace in kind. Both girls could feel the other tightening the hold around their torsos and driving their greatly proportioned mammaries into one another. "I don't know if this is the pills talking or if this is something I've had pent up inside, but I love you." Darcie brought her face back down to Heather's again to engage in a passionate kiss. Pulling back, Heather cleared her throat to speak. "It's probably the pills talking, sweetie." She caressed her friend's smooth, round face. "Still, we've been really good friends for quite a while. It's natural to feel this way I'm sure. I know you love your man so very much." "Yeah, if I'm serious about getting married to him. He didn't even cross my mind while we were kissing! Still, he's a great guy and I wouldn't want to do anything to lose him." "I'm sure you won't, Darc. Besides, I love you too. We're kinda like sisters... well, sisters with benefits I guess." Heather let out a demure giggle and lightly pushed Darcie's head back down to hers to enjoy another beautiful kiss. Just then, both girls heard a noise by the doorway. They quickly turned their heads to see what was going on. Both women suddenly felt like they were being watched and could sense each other's nervous feelings as well as their own. Both of their hearts beat faster out of fear when they saw the perpetrator of the alarming noise. Standing in the doorway was a tall, slightly built man with long blonde hair reaching past his shoulders. His dick was hanging out of his jeans as he stroked it and watched the two busty beauties during their tit play. The voyeur looked just as alarmed as Darcie and Heather once he'd been spotted. All of his actions stopped immediately once he realized he'd been caught. "Darcie? Baby, what's going on?" "Oh baby... I, uh... I..." The man was still in shock at the sight of his girlfriend and one of her best friends both naked on his bed. "Heather? What's going on here?" "What's going on over there, huh?" Heather quickly snapped out of her shock and took control of the situation. Her eyes were fixed on the semi erect cock with a dab of precum at the top. Darcie got up from her friend and went for her lover. "Honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for... I thought you were gone at... Oh fuck what have I done?" Darcie began to sob and leaned towards her boyfriend, burying her face in his chest. The blonde dude stood motionless and in shock at what had just transpired. Here he was with his dick hanging out of his jeans and had been caught playing with himself to the sight of his girlfriend and her best friend making out all hardcore in his bedroom. To add to his arousal, both girls' breasts seemed to be almost triple or quadruple in size. Of course, he'd always fantasized about Darcie making out with a really hot girl, but never imagined it'd really happen. Being the crafty individual he knew he was; he hadn't said a word when he investigated the noises coming from the bedroom he shared with the beautiful and busty Darcie. At first, he'd figured that she was masturbating to a porno movie. It took every ounce of his own self-restraint to keep from vocally expressing his surprised feelings to see both heavy-chested females sexually pleasuring each other. Now, the woman he had fallen in love with over two years ago had practically cheated on him, but any sort of exacerbated feelings of her infidelity had not even surfaced. His penis throbbed more once his body adjusted and recognized the touch of Darcie's new jugs mashing into his stomach. Darcie pulled back and dried her eyes to see her boyfriend's member rigid and pointing straight to his bellybutton. "Honey, I'm not upset..." Darcie's lover gently placed two fingers below her chin and raised her head to face him. "Judging by that growing monster you've got there, you can't be that upset," Heather chimed in. "Heather, please," Darcie cried, her voice still shaky. "Baby, I'm not mad. I'm just shocked. That's all." The blonde guy helped Darcie to the foot of the bed and sat next to her. Heather moved over a little bit to accommodate her friends. Darcie turned to the redhead. "Heather, could you please give us a moment?" "I don't think that's necessary, hun," Darcie's boyfriend motioned for Heather to come sit back down. "I don't know what happened to you two, but you both look like goddesses! Why don't you two finish up and tell me what happened when you're done." Heather leaned towards Darcie and began kissing her neck and shoulders. "C'mon Darc, let's get back to what we were doing. For all I care, he can join in..." Noticing Darcie's reluctance, her boyfriend quickly responded to Heather's idea. "I'll just get back to what I was doing if you two don't mind. For right now, I'm fine just watching. Besides, all of us need to test the waters first, right?" Darcie was first to nod in answer to her boyfriend. Heather kept rubbing her girlfriend's back and brought her other hand up to cup her enormous melons. Darcie still didn't respond and just stared past her boyfriend. He reached out and stroked her face. "Darcie, you do what feels comfortable to you right now. I love you no matter what." He brought her face to his for a gentle kiss. The passion in their lips and tongues grew and grew until they were forcing their mouths onto one another. Finally, Darcie pulled back from her mate. They just sat there staring into each other's eyes until she saw her boyfriend's hazel eyes switch their focus to something beside Darcie. Darcie turned and saw Heather sitting right next to her. She could see the passion in her redheaded friend's eyes and mashed her dark lips into Heather's before anyone could say a word. The blonde man leaned back towards the pillows and grabbed the Vaseline out of his nightstand drawer. Both girls seemed to shut him out and continued kissing each other like there was no tomorrow and grabbing handfuls upon handfuls of supple titflesh from one another. He dipped his fingers in the jar and smeared a glob of the jelly on his member and slowly jerked himself back to a complete engorged hardness he rarely achieved. Both girls grabbed their own immense dairies and thrust each one into the other's face. Heather wrapped her lips around the dark nubbin on Darcie's right breast and sucked it hungrily. Darcie moaned loudly and uncontrollably from the stimuli her friend's lips and tongue were delivering to her sensitive flesh. Darcie retorted by gripping her friend's giant mammaries. There was definitely more than a handful in each of Darcie's hands. The tighter Darcie clenched onto the heavy jugs, the more Heather's creamy white flesh spilled out of her olive-skinned fingers. Heather let out a throaty groan into Darcie's nipple and sent her Sapphic lover into a climax. Darcie's boyfriend couldn't believe what he was seeing. These two girls were genuinely lusting for one another. It was so surreal knowing that he had somewhat lusted for the redhead and that the other girl was the girl he chose to spend the rest of his life with. He pumped his dog harder and harder at the sight of Darcie's orgasm. He could definitely tell when she was cumming and she was cumming big time! The busty brunette grabbed her redheaded friend's head and yanked it off of her turgid nipple. She could feel her friend's teeth instinctively clamp down just lightly on the tip of her teat to get one last iota of contact with the erogenous zone. Darcie and Heather shared the same exhausted look on their faces as they briefly stared into each other's eyes. Both were so horny and unsatisfied and unrelenting that they couldn't stand to not touch each other. Before they could do another thing to each other, Darcie pulled her friend in again for another kiss. Her pierced tongue wrestled all over Heather's and received the same treatment in return. Their mouths allowed for breathers by going to a few open-mouthed kisses before lashing the tongues back into the orifice of the other girl. Both girls simultaneously groped furiously for the other's breasts. This make out session saw a flurry of very busy hands. Fingers were twisting and pulling and squeezing on foreign breast flesh and nipples. Heather pulled back from Darcie and kissed down her neck with deep gasps in between smacks. Darcie squeezed her friend's succulent hooters together painfully and released them only to follow up with more rubbing and groping. The redhead's thumbs prodded and massaged her friend's rubbery brownish nipples more and more before switching to cupping and squeezing the fleshy orbs with as much pleasurable intent as she could fathom. "ARGH! FUCK!" Both girls stopped kissing each other, but were still playing with the other's boulders. Darcie was about to turn her attention to where her boyfriend lay, but Heather quickly pinched a large chunk of her friend's areolas and teats. Darcie turned her focus back to her beautiful redheaded friend and gave her a friendly peck on the lips. Then, she turned to look at her man. Heather followed suite. The blonde guy lay on the bed somewhat spent. His breathing was that of a fish out of water. White jism seeped out of his pee hole and dribbled on his stomach. Both girls instinctively smiled at the sight of Darcie's pleased boyfriend. Darcie suddenly felt a bit playful as she decided to crawl over to her boyfriend. Her big tits swayed back and forth and slapped into her arms as she crawled. Heather stayed towards the foot of the bed admiring her friend's big, firm ass and her lover's cum-slicked cock. "Did you have a big cum?" Darcie lay on her side next to her boyfriend. Her tits had gotten so big that they were covering the left side of his face. He had to push them out of his way just to breathe. "Yeah, that was so great, baby..." "Did you like watching me and Heather make out?" The man couldn't keep his eyes off of his girlfriend's jugs. He just nodded his head in response. "Well, I like you watching us and blowing your load to the sight of me..." Darcie and her boyfriend quickly turned their attention to their redheaded friend. "...and Darcie doing it." Heather started to crawl towards the couple. "Of course, I wouldn't mind seeing that thing in action." Darcie started to stroke her man's girth into a rubbery state of mid-hardness. "You're not the only one, Heather. Do you wanna watch me and Heather play with each other's big titties and suck on our huge nipples while you play with yourself?" The brunette could feel her male lover's shaft getting harder and thicker the more she stroked it and sweet talked to him about her big breasts. "Darcie, if you don't mind," Heather interrupted. "I'd like to watch him fuck you..." "Ah," Darcie interjected with a smile. "I'm sure I know where you're wanting to go with this. I don't see why not. If we're going to have a threesome, we might as do it with someone we know and trust." "Actually, I was really just wanting to masturbate myself and watch you guys, but if you really insist..." Darcie giggled a bit. "I'm sure you were just content with masturbating yourself. I know how much you enjoy getting fucked. You little weasel! Honey, what do you think?" Darcie's attention shifted to her lover. His penis was fully hard again, the purple mushroom head sticking out of Darcie's dainty fist. The demure look on his face didn't exactly reflect his true feelings. This whole scene was completely surreal and unnatural, but felt so damn good. He was almost afraid of saying yes and having it backfire on him with both girls being disgusted by his bigotry. If he said no, he knew he'd definitely fuck himself for sure. Part of him was about to tell Darcie that the decision was entirely up to her, but that would start an infinite shifting of responsibility between all three of them. Finally, he let his gut reaction speak for him. "God, yes," he growled at the two of them. He brought his hands up and mauled Darcie's newly grown tits with a ferocity none of them had ever seen. His lips quickly and easily found her dark areola. He kissed and licked and sucked her tingling nipples with a new desire. Heather fingered her pussy and played with her own melons at the sight of her two friends pleasuring each other. Then, she realized that a threesome needed three people to participate. She kneeled beside Darcie's boyfriend and brought her milky white tits up next to his face as he metaphorically ate up his girlfriend's fun bags. Heather instantaneously felt a warm, wet tongue and juicy lips pleasuring her stretched pink nipples and masculine hands massaging and prodding her titflesh. Darcie brought her own nipple up to her mouth to lick and suck the nubbin. She jacked off her boyfriend's dick harder at the sight of him facefucking Heather's beautiful tits just the way he had with hers. Suddenly, Darcie felt another hand cover her own. From the soft, nubile touch she could tell Heather wanted to play with the rigid organ. Moving her hand down against her boyfriend's nut sac, Darcie allowed room for Heather's soft, white hand to grip the erect, purple-headed dog. Both girls twisted their hands, wringing the penis with pleasurable sensations while the horny blonde fellow switched from the white, meaty tits of the redhead to the succulent, luscious dark tits of his lover. Heather leaned over and kissed Darcie again from the passion building up from the attention her tits experienced and the live scenario of jacking off her friend. Darcie returned the kiss in kind and moaned from the kissing, sucking and licking her big sucklers were voluntarily falling victim to. "Heather, why don't you climb on and I'll play with your big ol' titties while he fucks you," Darcie stated unexpectedly. Her voice was sexy and she eyed her redheaded friend with the same carnal intent as she did with her boyfriend when they first met. Without a word, the redhead climbed onto the pulsating cock. Darcie's boyfriend let out a moan in his desperation to mentally restrain himself from cumming inside of the red hot redhead. The skinnier girl grinded her hips upon insertion and realized her boobs weren't the only part of her body that had grown in sensitivity. The cock touched her cervix enough to where her nerves could make out the dent of the peephole. Heather gasped out loudly and knew her female juices released. Her torrential cum drenched the hard cock and dribbled down the man's hips to his ass. Before Darcie could even touch Heather's breasts, she could see her pink nipples were instantly hardened and wrinkled like a child's hands and feet after taking a long bath. A Special Treat Ch. 02 The brunette ignored her friend's initial reaction and figured it was a hard penetration. She brought her hands up and played with her friends big hooters, her fingers pinching the aching, hard nipples. Darcie's boyfriend performed his first thrust into Heather. The redhead's gasped turned into a shrill wail. The couple ignored their friend's cries of ecstasy and continued to make love to her. She creamed more and more as Darcie kissed along her neck and shoulders and massaged her heavy boulders as the blonde guy began ramming her. Heather's system finally overloaded and she collapsed onto Darcie's boyfriend. Instinctively, the dude brought his hands up to Heather's porcelain breasts and lifted her up from him. He kneaded her tender titflesh and sucked her rock hard nipples. His tongue flicked out like that of a giant snake and washed his saliva around her bumpy, wrinkly areolas and teased her nips. She moaned more and more with each stoke of his eager tongue. "Oh..." Heather felt like begging him to stop teasing her, but her experience of so much pleasure kept her mouth from delivering a coherent sentence. "Just... Just... Oh, fuck..." Darcie got down closer to watch her boyfriend's mouth worship her friend's hot nips. She got her lover's attention and shared a very passionate kiss with him while he continued to rub and massage Heather's white hot boobs. The brunette pulled away from the kiss and took one of her friend's nipples in her mouth and eagerly sucked away at the pink flesh. Heather groaned more and in a higher pitch as the man began pumping his cock up inside of her juicy pussy. His member had become a little bit rubbery due to its lack of activity when his hands focused on the beautiful and bountiful breasts of his girlfriend's girlfriend, but the blonde man was more than ready to fuck the hell out of this forbidden fruit now. The blonde man's girlfriend could sense the lull in the intercourse he was sharing with her best friend. She brought her mouth away from her girlfriend's tingling nipple and began rubbing her tongue stud all around her lover's nipple to stimulate some growth in his cock. His eyes focused on the love of his life. She brought her small hands up and kneaded her own breasts. She kept eye contact with him the whole time as he fucked her friend right in front of her. His eyes shifted from hers to her newly enlarged mammaries. "I love you," he whispered to his intended while the redhead screamed and moaned from the sensations of his thrusting penis. "I love you too, baby." Darcie brought her big hooters down to her boyfriend's mouth as he instinctively lapped his tongue hungrily at her light brown nipples. "Yeah, suck on my big titties. God, I love the way you lick and suck on my big titties!" Darcie's encouragement made her man increase the frequency of his thrusting into the redhead's cunt. She screamed out more and more as her pussy overflowed with juices from the immense fucking. Naturally, Darcie's boyfriend said what he normally did in response to the sexy things his lover said to turn him on more. "What size are your big titties, baby?" Darcie kept rubbing her jugs and let the question sink in. She'd always answer with the truth and tell him they were 38E. That always increased his stamina and made him fuck her harder, but she couldn't answer as accurately now that her girls had grown. "I don't know, honey." Her boyfriend slowed down his thrusting into Heather. The redhead's body fell limp on him. Heather was gasping out for air and was dripping with sweat. The blonde guy brought his hand up to stroke Heather's beautiful, bright red hair. "Well, what happened?" The brunette slumped down on the bed and lay next to her boyfriend with her friend lying on top of him. As if the sight of her hot man fucking the hell out of her hotter girlfriend wasn't enough, Darcie could feel herself getting wetter from the sight of Heather's perky white orbs being mashed against her male lover's torso. She could see the outer semi-circle of her areola that peeked out from where the rest of her nipple was pressed against her man's flesh. "I don't want you to get mad at me..." "If you girls got implants from some miracle doctor in one day, I'm not exactly buying it. I don't know how fake tits feel, but they can't feel this good." "Hunny, will you let me finish? Okay. As you know, when you left to hang out with Dave, Heather and I were going to get together and watch 'Embrace of the Vampire.'" He nodded at the confirmation. "Well, she called me up and told me that she wanted to make some fudge candy that her grandma gave her the recipe for. When I answered the door, her tits were as big as mine!" Darcie's boyfriend looked bewildered and kinda laughed. "Right now!?" "No," Darcie replied half laughing. "They were about an E cup." "Damn!" The blonde guy looked down at Heather who looked right back up at him with a smile. The redhead gave him a surprising peck on the lips. "That was really good. Thanks." The blonde guy felt his pride shoot up. "Yeah, I enjoyed it, too." "You know, I'm ready for more. If you want..." "Will you two stop for a moment," Darcie interrupted. "Besides, I'd like to fuck my boyfriend in a little bit anyway! You two got me really fucking horny." Heather looked over at her friend and gave her a devilish smile. "Yeah, I couldn't tell." Darcie knew she had been caught with her fingers still rubbing her pussy and stopped for a moment. "That's not the point!" She resumed rubbing herself. "Okay baby, tell me what happened. Trust me: I'm not mad so far." "Okay. Anyway, we started making the fudge and Heather showed me some pills she took to make her boobs grow bigger. She also said it made her hornier. Then, she had the idea to put some of the pills into the fudge, but we accidentally dumped the whole bottle in there." "You took pills to make your boobs grow bigger?" Darcie's boyfriend looked back and forth between Heather and Darcie. "It's something that hasn't been approved by the FDA. My doctor prescribed it to me as an alternative to surgery. I just wanted Darcie to feel like I do. Besides, this was kinda doing you a favor because she was talking about how her tits grow when she's on her period and everybody knows you like big fucking tits. So, you'd better not be mad at her!" "Dude, I'm not mad! I liked what I saw when I came home, and I'm not against her taking a pill to make her tits bigger if it doesn't hurt her." "That's the thing, baby," Darcie blurted. Her boyfriend shifted his attention back to her. He was concerned. "We don't know what it's going to do. Heather took the pills in like a week and it got her to about my size." "Well, when did you take the pills?" Heather climbed his torso a little bit and piped in. "That's just it; we cooked it in the fudge! The pills by themselves make you nauseous, but they're easier to swallow if you take them with food." Darcie's boyfriend focused his attention back to his lover. "So, how much of this fudge did you eat?" "Shit hun, it's not like I count every piece of candy I eat." "It had to have happened in like fifteen or twenty minutes or so. We weren't that far into the movie and I saw Darcie's tits literally overflowing her bra. Mine were doing the same thing, but I was wearing a halter top." "Yeah baby, her fucking halter top broke from her titties bouncing!" "Ooh," Heather exclaimed. "I think someone's getting hard again." She began kissing the blonde guy's chest and neck. "Stop for a moment!" Heather looked at the blonde guy angrily, but her anger subsided once he spoke his piece. "I'm just concerned with what these pills are going to do to you two in the long run. You two probably need to go to the doctor and get yourselves checked out before we do anything." "But, baby!" "What, Darc? You really need to!" "I know, but I'm way too fucking horny right now to go to the doctor. I'm not going until you fuck me. If you're going to fuck my friend, you'd better fuck me even harder!" Darcie shoved her tits into her boyfriend's face. Heather pulled herself off of the blonde guy's dick and crawled beside her brunette friend. "Yeah, you'd better ride your pony because it doesn't take that much. I think the pills did something to our pussies, too." Heather kissed Darcie on the lips. "Besides, I don't think he came in me." Darcie straddled her man. "I love you, baby. I promise we'll go to the doctor after you fuck me good. Heather, you can still play with my titties if you want." "Okay," Heather replied with a giddy smile. "I like it when you play with my titties." "What about me," Darcie's boyfriend ejaculated. "Of course, I love it when you play with my titties, too. Right now, I need you to fuck the shit out of my pussy." Darcie guided her boyfriend's dick to her pink hole. "Oh, fuck! I just came! This is so amazing!" Heather started to play with Darcie's boobs. "Wait till my doctor hears about this." A Special Treat Ch. 03 Sweet Seduction "Oh yeah, fuck me harder, baby" Darcie moaned out as her boyfriend gradually increased the speed of his pelvic thrusting into her. Heather embraced and caressed Darcie's enormous knockers and sucked on her sensitive nipples with delight. Darcie's pleasure heightened even more as she felt Heather's massive titties pressing against hers. "Oh fuck! Baby, I love you!" Darcie's man said nothing and continued to ram his girlfriend's snatch and enjoyed the sight of her best friend worshipping her newly formed mammoth jugs. Heather circled her finger around Darcie's puffy areola and gently pinched her nipple. Darc yelped in pleasure as a gusher of an orgasm ripped through her body. The brunette slowly rolled off of her lover and lay on her back panting. Heather quickly capitalized on the man's very wet rod and suckled every last drop of lust juices that were left over. "Goddamn, I'm going to cum again," the blonde man moaned. Heather brought her titties up to his cock and buried it in her valley. The male organ disappeared and reappeared as she writhed up and down. The hotness between her giant tits made her even hornier. Darcie caught sight of her boyfriend and best friend playing again and involuntarily started to rub her soft, puffy nipples. Her titties were so hard from this lustful excitement! Just as Heather started to bring her head down to fellate the head of the penis between her bountiful breasts, Darcie interrupted and leaned over to give her friend another full and passionate kiss. Then, both girls eagerly gobbled the pink shaft in front of them. They moved their positions around to lie on either side of the man and continued to please his genitalia and play with their tits at the same time. Both girls had their hands on the other's humongous breasts while they sucked away at Darcie's boyfriend's cock. Soon, Heather started moaning harder and louder on the man's shaft. Then, both Darcie and her man could feel the release inside the redhead and knew she had come. Of course, the redhead's vibratory mouth set the blonde man off and he quickly pumped his dick once she pulled away. Darcie was left playing with her own tits once Heather rolled away from the action. The blonde dude aimed his dick hole right at Darcie's face and fired away onto her face. The white jism slapped onto her cheek and rolled down by her lips. The brunette hottie licked her lips to catch her true love's sweet taste. The sight of her boyfriend cumming always turned her on and she knew she could get another orgasm in to satisfy her need. Quickly, she brought her fingers down to her quim prodded furiously while her boyfriend reached down and kneaded her giant bosom. Darcie's body quaked from the pleasurable sensations that whipped from her clit to each end of her body. All three lovers lay strung out on the bed, stirring in their own passions. After a few minutes, the redhead quickly came to and crawled over the spent couple. She looked at both of her lovers with spirited anticipation. "You two want some more?" She lowered her hand down to the rubbery penis near her leg and started to stroke it. "Whoa! Wait a minute!" The blonde guy shooed her nubile fingers from his manhood. "Let me work my stamina back up. There's just so much for me to digest out of all of this in the first place. I mean, I come home and see you two making out..." Darcie rolled over to listen. "Yeah, so what's the problem? You've told me before you think Heather's very sexy and would like to see us make out..." "I'm not saying it's a problem, dear. Not at all. I'm just saying with both of your tits getting bigger with this being our first threesome and this amazing fucking sex and pleasure I've just had, I'd like to rest for a while and take it all in." Heather rolled in between the couple. Her big pale, white tits were bouncing the whole time. "Isn't it typical that men can't hold a candle to us, Darc?" "Who stopped sucking my dick first, Heather!?" The blonde guy seemed quite irritated. She turned around and slapped his arm. "I was just teasing! Can't you take a joke?" Both Darcie and her redheaded friend giggled at her boyfriend's pissy reaction. "Honestly, maybe you two ought to put some clothes on and see if you can make an appointment with the doctor. If there's something that's going to go wrong with you two, I want to know as soon as possible. I'm not just saying that because my girlfriend took your pills, but because I don't want anything to happen to one of my friends." "Bullshit," Darcie sarcastically chided in response to her lover. "You don't want anything to happen to us because you want another threesome." The dude feigned being hurt and playfully replied sheepishly "is that so wrong?" Darcie turned her attention to her friend. "He is right, you know. Can you give your doctor a call or something?" "I guess," Heather sounded a bit irritated and then smile and gave Darcie a peck on the lips. She got up from the bed and scampered for the doorway. Turning around, she brought her hands up to cup her big titties and shook them at the couple on the bed. "I'll be on my phone. This should only take a sec." Then, she was off. The brunette fox leaned over to her lover and pat his dick and balls. "Good penis," she cooed to him. The two locked their lips lingeringly and swallowed each others tongues. "Is the penis happy now?" "Very much so, honey." The blonde guy's hands involuntarily crept up to Darcie's boobs and began teasing her giant nipples. "Hey, you stop that!" Darcie pulled herself away from her man and brought herself to him again with a smile. "I'm just hoping that this isn't going to cause any problems for us. Heather and I were joking about suing her doctor if it was to have some sort of side effect on us, but I honestly don't want something like that to happen. I'd hate for this to fuck me up for the rest of life." "Then why'd you take those pills, baby?" The man stared at Darcie's tits while she answered. "I did it for you..." "Hun, you don't need to take drugs or enhancements to impress me. You know that: especially if it's something that's going to be harmful to you." "I know, but don't you like it?" "Yes baby, I do, but I don't want you to risk your health just to..." Heather appeared suddenly at the door with her cell phone pressed against her shoulder. "Darcie, my doctor said she wants to see us as soon as possible! She's cancelled all of her other appointments just to see us. You want to go right now?" Darcie's boyfriend interjected before she could contemplate her answer. "Yes, do it now!" The look her lover gave her was all Darcie needed to know that he was dead serious. She hopped off the bed, her huge breasts jiggling and walked towards Heather. "Yeah, let's find some clothes and get up there." "Great, we can take my car," Heather squeaked. She brought her cell phone back up to her ear. "Dr. Smothers? Yes. Give us a minute and we'll be right over. Thanks." She closed her cell phone and stepped aside so Darcie could get past her. Their bare breasts roughly mashed against each other in the doorway. Darcie got weak at the knees once she got past her friend. Instinctively, she cupped her mams and moaned. "Shit! They're so damn sensitive!" Heather leaned her back against the door jamb and tweaked her nipples. "I know, but we need to get around if we're going to make our appointment. She might've cancelled everything, but I'd hate to keep her waiting after all of this. Oh! And Darcie..." "What's up, Heather?" "Dr. Smothers also said we need to bring some of that fudge with us so she can analyze it or something." "Well, she's not getting all of it; if that's what you're implying!" The brunette seemed somewhat shocked at the request. "We've still got quite a bit of this candy, and I honestly don't feel like giving it up like that. Come on, let's check out the dirty laundry and see what we can find." Both girls were followed by Darcie's man to the laundry room where they proceeded to sift through all the garments ready for some washing. Upon noticing their peeping Tom, Heather and Darcie just stared at him, not moving. "What? Can't I watch? I've already seen you two without your clothes. What's the problem with me watching you get into them?" The girls looked at each other and giggled. "You know, he does have a point," Darcie said as she fished out a sweater she had worn last week when the spring-like weather got downright chilly. "Here Heather," Darcie tossed her top to her friend. "This might cover up those milkers of yours!" "HAR, HAR! Very funny. I'm sure anything of yours would work for me, but what're you going to do?" The redhead began pulling the green sweater over her head. "Oh, I'll probably find something of his. He wears at least one size bigger than me in his t-shirts. I might try for that or something." "Uh, Darcie? I have a feeling this isn't going to work." Darcie looked up from the hamper filled with dirty laundry to see her girlfriend facing her boyfriend. From the back, the sweater seemed to hang just above her white, pert ass. Then, Heather turned around to show Darcie how her huge tits poked out about an inch below the hem of the green garment. Also, her man was stroking himself to a new hardness. "It works for me," he said. "All right, you two!" Darcie closed the hamper. "Heather, go ahead and take it off. Honey, do you have any clean t-shirts for Heather? I don't want her to stink like you do after you work out." The blonde guy stopped looking at the redhead's ass and focused on his girlfriend. "Fine, just ruin my fun. Don't let me beat off to your best friend." "Will you just go fucking check? Besides, I'm your girlfriend." "Fine. Fine. And it's not like I get to see her naked on a regular basis. That'd actually be more like NEVER!" A wad of dirty shirts hit him in the face. "Okay! I'm going! Goddamn!" He ran away naked to the bedroom. Heather laughed and watched his ass jiggle while her sped away. "Sweetie, do I detect a hint of jealousy," Heather asked while handing Darcie back her sweater. "It's nothing you need to really worry about." "Well, you just wait until you have a boyfriend who you love more than anything and see how much you want to share him with someone else. It's almost like he's falling in love with you and not even more with me." The brunette violently crammed the clothes back into the hamper. Heather gently placed her hand on Darcie's naked shoulder. "Look Darc, I'll admit that he's not bad looking and I wouldn't kick him out of bed, but he's yours. Okay? Even if he did fall for me, I probably wouldn't allow him to dump you like a schmuck. I mean, think of this as a live action porno mag. Does he fuck his porno magazines?" Darcie reluctantly smiled. "No, he just masturbates to them." "Right, and that's what he was doing with me. I honestly didn't provoke him. He's just acting like a kid with a brand new toy. Chances are he'll get tired of it and go back to what keeps him coming back for more. That's you." "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's kinda strange how you referred to me as an object." "Hey, don't all men think of women like that," the redhead chuckled. "Not mine and not with me, but I see where you're going with it." Suddenly, Darcie's boyfriend popped into the laundry room with two black t-shirts. "Okay, how about both of our Nine Inch Nails shirts? If they can be shrunk, I doubt it's happened yet." "It's worth a shot," said Darcie. "Just be careful not to stretch them out or anything." Darcie's man stood there and watched the girls pull the black t-shirts over their heads and proceed to roll the hems down over their chests. Both girls began to pull the shirts to stretch the fabric over their gargantuan mams. "Hold on Heather," Darcie ejaculated. "I don't think these are going to work. Honey, are these the biggest t-shirts we have?" Darcie's boyfriend stood in the doorway, mouth agape at what he'd seen. His largest t-shirts could not even come close to covering their enormous jugs. "Um... I... Uh... That's it, hun." The redhead pulled her shirt over her head and flopped it down on the washing machine. "Fuck! How're we supposed to go out? Huh? This sucks! If we try to wear our clothes, they'll be ruined and we don't have enough time to send him out to get some fabric to make some shirts or anything. What the fuck are we going to do?" All three of them stood in the laundry room looking at each other. Darcie's man was noticeably staring at both girls' large tits. Suddenly, Darcie had an epiphany. "I've got an idea. Baby, move aside so I can get through without getting so damned aroused. I need to get to the coat closet." Her boyfriend moved as Darcie made her way into the hall towards the coat closet. "Babe, what do you need in the coat closet?" Darcie came back as an almost nonverbal answer to her boyfriend's question, holding their matching black leather jackets. She handed one to Heather. "I swear, if these don't fit, we're going to have to send him to shop for some new clothes. I can only begin to imagine the bullshit he'll go through while shopping around in the women's department by himself." "Good idea, honey," Darcie's man said happily. The two lovers turned to their friend who had already buttoned hers up as far as it would go. "It's too bad these jackets only have three buttons, but I guess three is better than none." Heather turned to view herself in the mirror. "Damn, that's quite a bit of cleavage! It barely even... I'm sure my areolas are hardly covered." "Wow, I'm surprised mine even fits me anymore, but it's pretty tight," Darcie exclaimed. The brunette looked down to examine her olive skinned mammaries spilling out of the open top of the jacket. "You're right though. It sucks that they only have three buttons on these jackets." There was a flash of movement that caught Darcie's eye. She turned to her boyfriend and noticed him slowly stroking his dick again. Her pussy instantly became wet at the sight of her lover jacking his meat to her voluptuous cleavage. Just then, Darcie had a thought and brought her hand up underneath her man's chin to get his attention. "Look baby," Darcie said seriously. "Heather and I are going to find some pants to wear, but I think it's better for you to stay home while we visit the doctor." "Wha... Why!?" "I think she's right," Heather interrupted. "Think about it, you're probably not going to be able to go into the examination room with us and you'll be stuck out in the waiting room..." "...With a hard penis that you won't be able to control," Darcie added. It's probably for the best that you stay here and take of your hard-on than cause a scene at the doctor's office. Besides, do you want to get arrested for indecency?" The blonde guy looked downtrodden. Then, he looked up at his girlfriend. She returned a delightful smile to him. "Okay, I guess you girls are right. Besides, I can just imagine all the trouble you two will probably get into. Chances are I don't need to be adding to the mix. Besides, I can watch the part in "Embrace of the Vampire" where Alyssa Milano gets naked." Both girls let out a giggle in response. "Come on, Heather. Let's finish getting dressed." With that, Darcie and Heather were on their way to the bedroom, their leather jackets barely being able to contain their newly grown breasts. It didn't take long for both girls to find some of Darcie's shorts that would fit both of them and put on their shoes. Heather and Darcie both found it awkward to bend over and do conventional things like getting dressed or putting on their shoes with their new behemoth titties constantly getting in the way. The more their goliath jugs were forced and squashed into their knees and tummies, the girls seemed to get just a little bit more aroused. After getting dressed, they headed towards Heather's car. Upon getting inside, both girls had a bit of a struggle getting their seat belts across their chests. After a few minutes of pulling, they both finally got their belts down to the catch near their hips. "Christ Almighty Wonder, this is almost becoming more of a pain than anything," Darcie exclaimed. "Yeah, I know," Heather replied. "Um, is it just me or... Well, does your jacket feel a bit tighter?" It took Darcie a moment to let the thought sink in, but she paid attention to breathing and how her breasts were reacting to it. "Um, I don't know. It's probably just..." Then, the brunette looked down at her overly ample cleavage. "Holy shit!" "What!?" Heather turned to her friend just as she started her car and saw her staring at her enormous hooters. The redhead began to see what had startled her friend. "Um... Heather, I have a feeling we're still growing. My areolas are starting to poke around the collar. Oh shit. We're getting bigger!" Heather looked down at her own boobs. To her surprise, her rosy teat and pale areola were peeking around the black leather. "Shit, we've got to get to the doctor's office and fast! Hang on, Darc!" Heather peeled her car out of the driveway and hauled ass to her doctor's office. What normally was a fifteen minute drive took the girls five minutes to reach their destination. As the car pulled to a stop, Darcie let out a sigh of relief. "Damn, we're lucky we didn't run into any cops." The redhead unfastened her seat belt and proceeded to get out. "Come on, sweetie. Do you honestly think we'd get a ticket with our tits hanging out like this?" Darcie pondered the thought for a moment. "You've got a point," she answered. Jokingly, she jutted her tits out towards Heather and cupped what she could under her boobs and said huskily, "what seems to be the trouble, officer?" Just then, more of her breasts were exposed. The black leather jacket hung open except for the bottom two buttons holding it closed. "Oh fuck! The top button came undone!" "Well, button it back up and let's get in," Heather yelled. "I can't do that! I'm sure I'd pop the button off, and I'm not going to do that with this jacket. Come on; let's get in before our boobs get any bigger!" Both girls hurriedly made their way into the building. Fortunately for them, the building was only one floor. Unfortunately, there were a slew of angry patients who had their appointments cancelled or moved because of Darcie and Heather. The girls stood in the back of the line with a bunch of old women who were probably there to take advantage of their Medicare, Medicaid, or whatever government plan they were on that kept them alive through their "golden" years. "Shit, how can we get in to see her if we've got to wait for all of these people?" Darcie stood behind Heather trying to hide herself from the prying eyes of all the old people around her while Heather crossed her arms to conceal her swelling breasts. The girls thought they were in store for a load of embarrassment until a very young, slim black haired nurse came up from behind Darcie and tapped her shoulder. Darcie almost shrank away from the touch, but slowly turned her head in response. "I think you two had better come with me," the nurse softly said to the two busty goddesses. Heather followed the nurse and Darcie followed Heather. Darcie couldn't help but notice all the very irate looks she and her friend received from the geriatrics waiting in line to reschedule their appointments or just to chew out the overworked staff. Before she knew it, the hallway door was shut and her view of the upset patients was blocked by a varnished wood grain. Darcie turned her head to see a taller brunette woman in her late thirties wearing a stylish business suit. The woman extended her hand to Darcie as a friendly gesture. "Hi, I'm Joyce Smothers. I'm Heather's physician." Dr. Smothers' hand was grasped by Darcie's obviously smaller one. The embrace was quickly broken as the doctor politely asked the nurse to assist the rest of her staff with rescheduling her other appointments. "Please ladies, follow me." The friendly doctor walked towards her spacious office with Heather and Darcie in tow. A Special Treat Ch. 03 "So, what do you think will...," Heather asked her doctor. "Perhaps it would be best to discuss this matter in my office where we won't have to worry about the walls growing ears. Shall we?" The doctor waved her hand invitingly towards the open door. The girls obliged silently. "Please, have a seat." Both girls did as they were asked and took up their seats at the doctor's desk. Instinctively, Heather began unbuttoning her jacket and proceeded to take it off. Darcie kept her eyes on the doctor. There was something about her that was very attractive. It wasn't anything special. She was just a normal looking woman in professional attire. The doctor turned her attention towards the girls after she locked the door. She let out a slight gasp. "Well Heather, I didn't expect you to be so forward, but I was going to need to see the results anyway." "Oh shit," said an exasperated Heather. She quickly brought her hands up and didn't quite cover her overstretched nipples. "I was just warm from the jacket. I normally take my jacket off if I'm going to be a while. Sorry." "No, it's quite all right." Then Dr. Smothers focused her attention on Darcie. "Hmmmm... You must be Darcie. Well, let's get started. We might as well get that jacket off of you as well." Before Darcie could respond, the female doctor brought her hands up and gently unbuttoned the two buttons that were still fastened on Darcie's jacket. "My goodness, this drug did more than I was led to believe!" Without another word, Dr. Smothers brought her hands up to caress Darcie's beautiful, bulging melons. The busty brunette reacted in the only way she could by sticking her chest out further, imploring the doctor's hands to keep busy with her massive titties. Then, she felt her nipples being lightly tweaked and then nothing. Darcie was almost breathless. "You don't have to stop," she whispered to Dr. Smothers. "Actually Darcie, I do. I'd like to get some blood samples from you two just to see what we're dealing with. Heather, would you please tell me exactly what has happened since you've been prescribed this drug." Heather began to speak of her rapid growth with just the prescribed dosage as the doctor readied two needles to draw some blood. Darcie was somewhat apprehensive of the needle, but continued to listen to Heather's story by the advice of Dr. Smothers. The busty brunette was actually surprised by how painlessly the doctor drew her blood. She even watched her perform the same procedure on her friend while she went on with her story. Then, the doctor took out a microscope and produced some slides out of a nearby drawer. She fixed two slides for both Heather's and Darcie's blood and Heather continued to tell her story. "...Then, we came here and your nurse pulled us out of that line," Heather finished. "Is that all?" Darcie was so intoxicated from the doctor's fondling and staring at her best friend's large breasts that she felt dumbfounded. "Oh," Heather said exasperated. "We brought some of the fudge for you. Darcie, did you remember it?" "Huh?" Darcie almost felt like she was high, but not exactly high. "Did you bring the fudge like I asked you to?" "Oh yeah," reality slowly faded back into the busty brunette. "I've got it in my pocket." The doctor came right over to the girls just in time for Darcie to pull a baggie with four pieces of fudge from her jacket pocket. "You put the entire bottle in here, Heather? Are you sure?" The doctor examined the fudge outside of the baggie. "That's all of it." "Hmmmm... This is somewhat interesting..." "What is it?" Heather leaned towards the desk. It seemed as though her hands were involuntarily pinching and pulling at her light pink nipples. Darcie just sat back in the chair dumbfounded by the situation taking place. It was all too surreal that she and her sexy friend were sitting here with their overgrown tits hanging out in front of this strangely sexy woman and just talking like they were in a professional setting. "Well," Dr. Smothers' voice broke Darcie's trance. "I got off the phone with my friend from England and he's not too sure if there really can be adverse side effects with the dosage you girls took. Honestly, I didn't find any complications in your blood whatsoever. So, I don't exactly know what I can tell you or what I should do. You girls aren't having any back pain or any other types of pain are you?" "No," both girls replied in unison. "Well, there's nothing that feels wrong inside or out, right?" "Other than feeling really fucking horny and having uber-sensitive tits, no." Heather started rubbing her tits even more once she said "uber-sensitive tits." "I see. Frankly, all I can determine is that you girls are quite healthy. In fact, very healthy if you catch my drift. Darcie it seems like you're nodding off on me. Is everything all right?" Darcie wasn't exactly feeling fine. In fact, all the talk about their tits was making her hornier by the moment. She knew she needed to get off badly, but was afraid to do anything about it. Her brow was dripping with sweat, and her eyes were almost rolling back in her head. She tried to conceal rubbing her thighs together as best she could, but to her dismay, it wasn't enough. Just the feeling of her humongous tits being free and checking out Heather's gargantuan hooters was sending her over the edge. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I... really think... I need to go to... the restroom," Darcie stammered. "Oh my, are you sick?" Before Darcie could muster an answer, Heather felt she knew exactly what her busty friend needed. "Actually Dr. Smothers, she is sick, but in a different way." The redhead leaned over to her friend and pulled the leather jacket completely off of her shoulders and bent her head down to suck both of Darcie's huge brown nipples. "Fuck! Heather, what are you doing!?" Darcie was a mishmash of desire, humiliation and eagerness. "I'm giving you what you need. Am I right," the redheaded vixen said looking up at Darcie from her saliva coated nips. "...But in front of your doctor? This is too much." "Sweetie, if it were that much of a problem, I'm sure she'd have said something by now." Heather turned towards her physician. "Is it all right if we have a moment, Dr. Smothers?" Instead of a yes or a no, Dr. Smothers responded with a wicked smile and picked up the bag of fudge. She pulled a piece of the chocolate candy out and downed it in three bites. "Do you girls want to know why this is happening?" "Fuck yes," Darcie screamed. "Just keep talking! Your voice is too sexy! Tell me whatever you want, but don't stop talking!" Heather continued sucking and playing with her friend's sensitive breasts. Finally, Darcie undid her shorts and snaked her fingers down to her clit. "If you insist... This drug actually simulates symptoms of a woman's monthly cycle and pregnancy. The drug raises hormone levels, including estrogen and endorphins, to increase your lustful demeanor and bombard your breast tissue with the growth hormones they need to enlarge. Still, that's only half of the equation. The other lies in the fact that the pills make the subject regurgitate upon consumption. All this time, food was the only thing that was needed to secure the permanence of the growth. Granted, that your breast growth won't be permanent from just this bit of exposure to the drug. Still, foods with high concentrations of magnesium, calcium, and fatty acids are a binding fail safe if the hormone production falls through and only serves the, if I may, fire in your loins. In other words girls, your milk ducts have grown as well." "What!?" Darcie and Heather both looked up in an instant at Dr. Smothers. "So, when and if our breasts shrink, we're going to have milk in there that can actually cause breast cancer!?" Darcie pushed Heather away from her and stood to face Dr. Smothers who was now seated at the edge of her desk watching the two girls pleasure each other with great intent. "Now wait, Darcie. If you'll allow me to finish," Dr. Smothers explained. "I think you'll find that cancer is out of the question for you two. Yes, you both will produce milk, but that is actually a good sign. As you produce milk, your breasts will recede and go back to their normal size and shape." "I see it now. I was a guinea pig for you and ended up roping my friend into this sick project! I'm so, SO sorry, Darc." Heather proceeded to get up from her chair and started to pull her black leather jacket on. "Wait you two," Dr. Smothers stood and began to rub her own breasts without even knowing it. Both girls stopped and watched her hands as she spoke. "This drug isn't harmful at all. It's something a friend of mine developed. He has a wife from Japan. Now, most Asian women find bigger breasts are a sign of healthy sexuality. Like you, Heather: she didn't want to get implants because of the risks associated with them. So, he genetically engineered this drug out of the lab he works in and tested it on his wife first. She takes it all the time when she wants to be more endowed and she has no dependency or any ailments." "Yeah, I'm sure. Except her tits probably look like an old woman's from all of the stretch marks this shit must cause," Darcie yelled. "Actually, no. The drug was enhanced after the initial testing and has collagen producing elements that eliminate the possibility of stretch marks. Look ladies, I only did this because my friend needed to see how the American market would react to this astounding breakthrough in medical technology. Also, your need for larger breasts seemed very sincere, Heather. And Darcie, I honestly had no intentions of you ever getting involved. "So, this thing isn't going to hurt us," questioned Heather. "It shouldn't. See, if the proper month's worth of dosage is taken; the effects show up gradually and can last for three or four months. The idea is to take the pills daily for thirty days and have the effects last until the remnants of the drug are drained out through the breast milk. Don't worry; it cannot affect anyone in that state. After the breasts recede, the woman takes the pills for another month and she is again fully endowed within a week's time with the month supply maintaining her desired size and shape until it runs out." Both girls looked at each other stunned and turned to see Dr. Smothers barely-noticeable-cleavage growing just a bit more. Her buttoned blazer seemed to strain against the development that had transpired mere moments before. "You know, this would probably put the implant industry out of business," Darcie exclaimed. "Some women might prefer to have a more permanent solution," Dr. Smothers rang in. Still, it's a viable option for breast enhancement. Besides Darcie, you were an E cup before this incident. Am I not mistaken?" "Yes." "And how did your large breasts then make you feel?" Darcie thought about it for a moment. She thought of how her boyfriend seemed to maul her titties, how much she loved it when he came on them, sucked on them, always seemed to NEED them. "I always felt sexy. I had a feeling I was growing into an F cup before I ate this fudge. Just the thought of having bigger tits turned me on because I knew my boyfriend would fuck me like he had a renewed sense of his love for me." "Is that so..." The doctor began unbuttoning her blazer to reveal a black corset underneath with the tops of her growing breasts straining to be released. "Hold on a minute. If you're going to tell me that he doesn't love me, you're wrong. I know that my boyfriend loves me. He's practically my husband already. So, don't you start pointing a finger at him when he's done nothing wrong!" Dr. Smothers began to giggle. "Darcie, I wasn't going to say anything of the sort. I was actually going to ask you if you truly enjoyed your tryst with Heather." Heather and Darcie both looked absolutely stunned at what the physician said. "Girls," Dr. Smothers took out her clip and allowed her shoulder length hair to cascade down from its encumbering bun. "I've taken the same medicine that you have. Now, seeing you both making a go for each other actually got me rather... hot I must say." The doctor shrugged out of her blazer and reached around to loosen the ties in her corset. The black contraption fell to the floor with her fully developed jugs hanging down level with her defined ribcage. Heather and Darcie watched in awe as they could literally see the good doctor's glowing breasts swell and her mahogany nipples stretching in proportion. Dr. Smothers continued while unzipping her skirt, "I'm sure your lover's a good man. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have let you leave the house to see a doctor about your breasts. I'm sure his first thought was that I'd be a male physician..." "Actually, I told him you were a woman, Dr. Smothers." Heather looked almost ashamed to interrupt the doctor. "Oh please, Heather! Call me Joyce. You don't have to be so formal. Now, I have a confession to make: my panties are getting soaked by the second just looking at you two delicious tarts. In fact, they were getting moist before I even ate that sweet, sweet fudge. Wherever did you two procure that recipe?" "It's my grandmother's," Heather piped up. "Oh," Joyce knelt down and brought her face closer to Heather's. "Give your grandmother a nice, big kiss from me." The doctor pressed her face into Heather's and probed the redhead's mouth with her tongue. At first, Heather's hands flew back in shock, but slowly wrapped around Joyce's head to fully embrace the kiss. Surprised by what she was bearing witness to, Darcie couldn't help but feel nervous, but her pussy was feeling quite wet. She looked down at her mammoth breasts and noticed them swell in response to the erotic scene that was playing before her. Her brown nipples were pointed towards the action as Joyce moved her head down to Heather's hard pink nipples and began to suckle. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Heather sank deeper into her chair as Joyce continued to mash her face into Heather's bosom. "Shit... You're awesome at... sucking some tits!" Upon hearing her sexy friend's declaration, Darcie's big nipples began to tingle. She brought her tiny hands up to rub and satiate the lusty feelings in her tits. Then, Joyce turned her attention towards the very busty brunette. "There's no point in sitting there by yourself. I'm very much willing to share. Besides, your breasts look so delectable. I can't begin to fathom what cup size you are now," the doctor was already snuggling up next to Darcie. Darcie could feel her pussy getting wetter and her boobs tingling with excitement over the pleasure this very sexy woman could give to her. Suddenly, there was a hurried knocking at the door. "Damn," Joyce whispered. "Who is it?" "It's Kerry, Dr. Smothers. I thought I heard someone screaming..." The doctor got up from beside Darcie and strode naked to the door. She unlocked it and opened it wide. Both girls seated at the desk suddenly felt humiliation wash over them with this stranger being able to see them naked and vulnerable, but at the same time were quite aroused from the idea of being subject to this impromptu voyeurism. "Have all my patients left," Joyce inquired. "Yeh... yeh... Yes, Dr. Smothers," the skinny nurse replied. "Well, why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable," the doctor stepped backward to allow her employee to enter her office. "Um, I can see that you're busy right now and I shouldn't have disturbed you, doctor..." The nurse took a few steps back out of the office, but the doctor was already next to her and clutched her arm around her shoulders. "Oh, don't be silly, Kerry. You're not disturbing us in the least. Would you like something to drink? Here, you sit next to Darcie and I'll fix you a nice, stiff drink. I'm sure after all the hassle I put you girls through today, you're all exhausted. The nervous girl coyly pulled up another chair and sat down next to the busty brunette. She stole a glance at Darcie's big hooters and quickly tore her eyes away before it registered to Darcie that she had just had her tits checked out by yet another woman. "Here, this will probably aid you in easing your tension." Dr. Smothers handed Kerry her drink. The nurse didn't even look up at her boss and just accepted the glass with her eyes glued to the floor in front of her. "Go ahead! You're off the clock as far as I'm concerned." "Oh...," Kerry's speech stumbled. Her focus never shifted to any of the other women in the office. "Th... thank you, Doctor." "Not a problem, dear. Oh, while I've got you here, I was wondering if you could do me a small favor. Actually, it's for my two beautiful guests. Look at them, Kerry. Aren't they beautiful?" The nurse was hesitant, but brought her eyes up to see both topless females. She focused her vision only above her necks as if she were in fear their large breasts would turn her to stone like Medusa's visage. "Yes, they are," Kerry replied sheepishly. "Yes. Moving on. I'd like you to take about five-hundred dollars out of the petty cash drawer and go to the nearest store that sells women's clothing. I want you to buy six different tops. These two young ladies are probably going to need the largest size that store carries. Then, I want you to bring the shirts and the rest of the petty cash back here to me. Do you think you can do that?" Kerry nodded, still looking at the ground. "Oh Kerry," Joyce lifted the nurse's chin to see eye-to-eye with her. "There's no need for you to be ashamed at seeing us in the nude. You're working in the medical profession. It's quite normal to see someone in the buff." "Dr. Smothers..." "So what if we were having a bit of fun? If you must know, this is the reason why I cancelled all of my appointments for today. Does that comfort you?" The doctor leaned back against her desk and crossed her arms under her enlarged boobs to make them look even perkier. "So... Uh, what happened to all of you?" The nurse was still afraid of saying the wrong thing in such an intimate situation with her employer around. "Actually Kerry, I'd like to keep that as our little secret. Still, don't these two girls look fabulous?" The doctor stood up and saw Kerry was beside herself and was afraid to look and to not look as well. "I know. You're not able to see all of them to appreciate the amazing change they've both gone through. Ladies stand up, please. It's all right. Don't be shy." Both girls looked at each other and slowly got up. Darcie began to ask herself why she'd even come here. Part of her didn't want to put herself on display for this poor girl who seemed to be very modest about the situation. At the same time, her body radiated a lust from within and that lust was anticipating the moment of its release. She could feel this urge getting stronger and stronger. It made her weak at the knees. She wanted more and more to sexually attack one of the three women in the room, but couldn't decide on what she should do. "Um..." Kerry was almost at a loss for words. The situation unfolding before her was beyond any unbelievable thought she could have ever conceived. "You both look very pretty," she said calmly. She turned to the doctor and a smile brightened her face. "Can you give me about an hour or so to make sure I can find something that suits each of them. You want three tops for each girl, right?" "Exactly, Kerry." Joyce hopped from her desk towards the nurse. Her bigger tits jiggled with the exertion of her body. She wrapped her arms around her employee in a warm hug. "Now, be careful while driving. I don't want you getting pulled over. It's ridiculous how strict they are about driving under the influence anymore!" Joyce turned towards her desk to flip through her desk planner. "I'll see you back here in an hour." A Special Treat Ch. 03 Without a word Kerry turned to walk towards the door. Then, Darcie knew urge could not be contained any longer. She took a few baby steps forward and opened her mouth. "Kerry, could you come here for a moment?" The skinny nurse stopped and turned around. For some reason, Darcie felt Kerry knew why she called her name. The nurse came to Darcie, stopped and gave at her with a questioning look. Without saying a word, Darcie grabbed the nurse by the back of the head and kissed her hard. Her lips, tongue, mouth were all eager to explore that gentle beauty and seemingly repressed sexiness Kerry was exuding. In the heat of their kiss, Darcie felt the nurse's hands come up and caress her bulging breasts and knead them into a much needed bliss. When the pleasure became too much for Darcie, she pulled away from the cute nurse and continued to rub her own tits. She brought her own hand up and found Kerry's nipples through her white uniform and lightly fingered them. "Sorry," Darcie said softly. "I just had to do that." Kerry was obviously a bit shocked, but gave Darcie a smile of approval. "By the way," the doctor called to Kerry. "There's no need to knock when you come back. Let the other girls know they have the rest of the day off. And, if you're exceptionally good, I'll let you in on our little secret." Darcie noticed the nurse walked out of the door with a new spring in her step. She turned around to see Heather groping and pulling at her breasts and Dr. Smothers with a big grin aimed at her. "Isn't this drug something else, girls?" Without waiting for an answer, Joyce brought both of her tits up at the same time and licked both of her nipples. "You know, I never could do that with my old C cups." Heather seemed to shudder at the delightful sight of her sexy doctor licking her own tits. Dr. Smothers sauntered over to the two busty girls. She extended both of her hands at each girl and fondled their new gigantic melons. "How about we get dressed after Kerry drops off your new clothes and go bra shopping?" Both girls wanted to answer in the affirmative somehow, but the constant groping from Joyce almost paralyzed them with their own sensuality. The pleasure was so great that the doctor could feel both girls' breasts growing more and more and clearly saw their juices soaking through their shorts. "Hmmmm, I'll take that as a yes," Joyce said with a delightful smile. A Special Treat Ch. 04 *Author's Note: You Might want to read "A Special Treat" 1-3 just to get up to speed. Or don't, if you really don't want to. It's not like I'm going to make you. Racing winds whipped through Darcie's long brunette hair. She turned to see Heather dressed in her shorts and flip flops, but with a larger version of her white halter top with her enormous boobs popping out of the sides. Up front, Joyce had an unbuttoned white lab coat covering what she could of her voluptuous breasts. The wind tossed the fabric around and around. Sometimes her nipples would be flashed to anyone who happened to look in her direction. The doctor turned around. "So, how do you girls like my new car," she yelled behind her through the roar of the wind. "I've always been a convertible girl," Heather yelled back. "Yeah, it's cool. Now, you'd better turn up here to avoid traffic," Darcie leaned over the front passenger seat. She could feel the upper hem of her spaghetti strapped top peel back slightly over the tops of her areolas. "Please darling, I know how to get there. You know, they do carry smaller sizes than E cups, right? In fact, they're probably the best bras around by far." "I know, but they can be expensive!" Darcie sat back down in her seat. "Well, you get what you pay for." Joyce turned her review mirror to focus on Darcie. She could see the brunette's light brown areolas peeking just above her new shirt. "Darcie, I believe you're popping out of your shirt again." Without looking down, Darcie fixed her shirt. "I swear, I don't fucking care anymore! These boobs are starting to become more of a pain in the ass than they're worth." "Come on, Darc," Heather leaned over and nudged her friend. "Don't they feel great? Don't you feel sexy?" "Yeah, but it's annoying sometimes. I like my big titties, but not when they're always in the way," Darcie yelled back and could hear herself a little more clearly. The convertible slowed down and pulled into an empty parking space near the store front. The doctor stepped out of the car. "I told you I knew how to get here, and with an hour to spare before they close. Impeccable timing if I might say so," Joyce strutted around and pulled the latch to bring her seat forward. Both girls stepped out of the car and looked at the brightly lit sign in the window. It read "THE BRA-GAIN CENTER." "How appropriate since we've gained quite a bit in our busts..." "Come on!" Heather squealed with anticipation as she skipped past Darcie and Joyce. "I can't wait to find out how big I am!" "I'm positive it will be quite interesting," Joyce retorted with a bright smile. The wind whipped the doctor's lab coat around to expose her swollen left breast. She leisurely brought her hand down and caught the hem to pull it over herself. "Yeah, it's going to be real interesting when I see the price tag of that bra. You know, maybe I won't wear one until it wears off," Darcie pressed on following the doctor. "Nonsense, sweetheart. If you go without support until your body rids itself of the drug, you'll be ready to cut those girls off in a week because of how heavy they'll feel. Sure, they don't feel heavy now. That's just because your body's trying to get used to the change, but you'll eventually feel it." "I feel it right now, Joyce. My breasts are so sensitive that my nipples rubbing against the fabric of this shirt are making me wet. Every time I take a step, they jiggle more and more and it's all I can do to not tear my clothes off and do myself right here in the parking lot!" Darcie stopped and Joyce turned to console her. Heather kept joyfully skipping towards the entrance. "Darcie, I understand how you feel. Yes, this is a blessing and a curse but just try to look at the situation in the brightest light that's possible," the doctor brought her lips up to Darcie's for a gentle embrace. "I'm sure you'll feel a renewed surge in your self confidence once you find out how big you are. Besides, your boyfriend will love it." "Yeah," Darcie smirked. "That's all I need right now. He'll be planting those pills in everything I eat until the day he dies." "Come on, Silly. Let's get you measured." Dr. Smothers snaked her hand around Darcie's arm, unintentionally pressing the back of her hand against the side of Darcie's right breast. She led the brunette to the shop where Heather had already bounded into the double glass doors. Upon their entrance into the shop, Darcie and Joyce noticed Heather talking with a sultry woman with sexy features and shimmering, raven black hair. The woman's dark red lips naturally formed a sexy pout that seemed to be her best facial feature aside from her dark eyes. The redhead had her chest hefted above the counter and exposed as much cleavage to the seated woman as if she were seducing her way out of a speeding ticket. "...You'll be able to tell that they need bras too... OWW!" Heather turned to see Dr. Smothers behind her. Quickly she rubbed her behind and figured the pain she'd felt there was from her physician pinching her butt. "Doesn't that go against the Hippocratic Oath, Dr. Smothers?" The redhead glared back at Joyce, but suddenly noticed an older woman who seemed to be in her late forties come through the curtain that led to the stock room. "Hello, ladies. Maybe I can assist you in finding something," the woman asked without missing beat. "Yeah, we really need..." Heather started to speak but Joyce slightly nudged her aside. "Ma'am, my friends and I are in dire need of new undergarments and we were wondering if there was a way to get precisely measured to find out what size we require." The older woman looked the three very busty women up and down and smiled widely. "I think we can accommodate your needs. My name's Margie and you'll just follow me..." Margie turned to walk towards the dressing rooms in the very posh boutique. Just before she began to walk away, she turned to the raven-haired clerk. "If anyone needs me, tell them I'm busy ordering, okay?" "Uh, yeah. Sure." The clerk nodded. Just as the four women trotted away, Heather turned back to her new friend and flashed her a seductive smile. "I'll talk to you when we're done, Denise." "See you in a minute, Heather." Denise was a bit hesitant to return the erotic gesture, but did so eventually. She could help but admire the way Heather's breasts jiggled as they stuck out past her sides. She'd never seen anyone's boobs do that from behind. Now, she had just witness three hot women who had the same trait just walk past her. Denise could feel her clit throbbing from the sight. She squeezed her thighs and bit her lip at the thought of experimenting with that voluptuous redhead. Once they had entered the sales floor of the store, Margie turned to the three women and pointed towards a doorway with draped red velvety curtains. "If you three will go to the fitting rooms, I'll be there in a moment." Joyce led the way, with Darcie and Heather in tow. Darcie felt her sexual frustration subsiding on her way to the fitting rooms. She knew she was going to be alone for a moment with Heather and Dr. Smothers. Her mind was anticipating a brief tryst with the two busty ladies before Margie came in to do her job. The brunette droned on behind Joyce and remembered how blissful it felt to have Dr. Smothers' skilled fingers teasing and massaging her sensitive breast flesh. Part of her was still in reality because she could sense Heather's perkiness as she walked. Darcie could tell that her excitement was well contained as much as she could possibly stand, but Heather exuded her feelings as well. Just at that thought, Darcie's brown nipples hardened at the thought of going at it again with Heather. Her friend was an intense kisser like her boyfriend. Then, she remembered how Dr. Smothers liked to tease and linger just within reach, her lips brushing just enough to make contact. The voluptuous brunette's pussy moistened more and more to where Darcie could feel the dampness in her crotch as she took each step. "Darcie," a familiar voice called out. The brunette snapped back to reality and saw two good friends who were students at the same college she and Heather attended. Nelly, a voluptuous ginger haired cutie with a 38D sized bust; and Carmen, another of Darcie's very close friends with shoulder length black hair, sheet white flesh and titties that had to be stuffed into a 42G cup bra were browsing along some of the clearance racks near the entrance to the fitting rooms. "Hey Darcie, what's happening," Carmen said stepping to the hot brunette. "What's up, Heather? What're you two girls doing here?" "Oh Carmen, I've got to tell you about the coolest shit! It's so awesome..." Darcie turned and punched her redheaded friend in the arm. The force of her blow caused her tits to spring free from her new spaghetti strapped top. Carmen and Nelly stood in awe of Darcie's jiggling mams. The brunette quickly brought her hands down once she realized what had happened in a vain attempt to cover her bulging beauties. Nelly and Carmen both stepped in closer to get a better look. Both of Darcie's busty friends amazed at how big their busty friend had gotten, well... bustier. "What in the world happened, Darcie?" Nelly was reaching her hand out to touch Darcie's olive-skinned boulders. Then, Joyce came to the fold with her lab coat whisking around her. "Just a growth spurt, ladies. I'm Heather's physician and I'm here to assist them on finding a suitable bra for their particular situation." "Yeah, just wait till the next party we have," Heather chimed in. The redhead pulled the top hem of her shirt down and exposed her massive porcelain breasts. "I'm sure the girls will get a load of me!" Margie strolled up to the five women with her measuring tape draped around her neck and dangling down to rest on her ample bosom. Her eyes almost bulged out of her sockets at the sight of Heather jiggling her huge tits for her awestruck friends. "Ahem," Margie saw all eyes go to her. Heather quickly pulled up her top as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar and Darcie quickly scooped her large jugs into her own shirt. "I'm ready when you ladies are. If you need more time to browse at styles that you think best suit you, I'll be at the front of the store." The sales woman turned to walk away. Joyce reached out to stop her, not noticing her lab coat swing open with her movement. Nelly and Carmen stood transfixed on the doctor's large breasts. "Wait ma'am..." Margie turned around to Dr. Smothers and stuck her chest out to emphasize her name tag. "Oh, I'm sorry. Margie. We'd love for you to help us now." "Great," the busty saleswoman looked like she was trying to choke down a great bit of enthusiasm. "Just step right through that curtain and we'll get started. Now, if you two ladies need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask Denise." With that, she ushered the three immensely busty women into the fitting rooms. Carmen and Nelly looked at each other. Then, they looked at each other's boobs. "What just happened?" Nelly turned to stare at the closed curtain. "Man, Darcie and Heather got huge!" Carmen's face was a wash of astonishment. "I know she's big, but her tits have ballooned! What happened to Heather, too? She was like in the middle. I swear, she's bigger than me." Nelly's face suddenly lit up. "Do you wanna go in and listen to what's going on in there?" "Shhh!" Carmen tiptoed to curtain and listened. Nelly followed closely and was almost humped over Carmen's back to listen in. "...three want in the same room?" "Is that okay with you two?" "Well, if you ladies have a problem, then I don't have a problem. Come on, let's get started. First, I'll need to measure..." Both girls looked at each other wide-eyed. "I can't believe they went into the same room together," Carmen whispered loudly. "I know. Isn't that kinda weird to get fitted with other people in there with you?" Carmen didn't answer, but decided to let her daring thoughts be known after a slight pause. "Do you wanna go in and listen at the door?" Nelly's mouth was agape. Carmen couldn't tell if it was because of her idea or something else. Then, she looked behind her. Denise was standing right there and possibly heard everything both girls had said. "Is there anything I can help you with," the raven-haired beauty asked. Nelly and Carmen stood speechless. "We... uh... we're just," Carmen tried to speak, but couldn't form a complete sentence. "It's okay," Denise said and placed a hand on Carmen's shoulder. "If I can be honest with you, I wanna know what's up with those girls, too. I'm sure Margie's bound to tell me what's up in there when she's finished. "Well, Darcie and Heather are our friends," Nelly said feeling a bit more comfortable. "How close are you guys, if you don't mind me asking?" "We see each other like every single day. We're in the same theatre department in college," Carmen answered. "So you're theatre majors," Denise asked. "Yeah," both girls replied. "Well, I'm an education major. I've always wanted to do theatre and stuff, but it's not stable enough for me." Denise paused for a moment. "You two are really interested in what's going on in there?" Nelly and Carmen nodded. "Have you been measured already?" Both girls looked at each other and shook their heads. "That's really convenient then. Besides, I've got an idea whether you two had or not. Come on." Meanwhile, a dilemma was being resolved in the fitting room between the three busty women and the busty saleswoman. "Okay, who wants to be first?" Margie pulled her tape off from around her neck and pulled out a small notebook with a pencil from her back pocket. All three women looked at each other nervously. "Oh, I'll do it if you two namby-pambies won't do it," Dr. Smothers exclaimed while removing her lab coat. "It's not like we're going into brain surgery or anything of the sort." "You know, I'm supposed to do this while you're wearing a bra, miss." Margie looked Heather and Darcie up and down again and felt like an idiot for missing such an important detail. "I see that might be a bit of a problem with you three. Isn't it? Okay Joyce, what size do you normally wear?" "I usually buy a 36C." A small chuckle escaped Margie. "I have a feeling you're going to be in for quite a change, then." "Trust me, I know I will be." Margie just shrugged and wrote down the size. "Well, I guess I'd better get your sizes while I'm at it. Heather?" "34C." "Okay, and Darcie. What about you?" "Well, the last bra I bought was a 38E, but I think I've outgrown it within the past year or so. I have a feeling I was growing into an F cup." The saleswoman looked up at Darcie's bulging tits and shook her head as if she was trying to keep a professional composure while having a silly joke being played on her. Just as she brought her tape up to start measuring Joyce, she was suddenly interrupted by Denise's voice in the hallway. "Margie, I'm bringing someone in to get fitted, what room are you in?" "I'm in room three. Do you need any help?" "No, it's okay." Denise ushered Carmen and Nelly into the spacious fitting room next to the one being occupied by the four other women and locked the door. "Just remember to be quiet. These mirrored walls are really thin. Still, you ought to be able to hear everything," Denise whispered to Carmen and Nelly. "Now ma'am, if you'll remove your blouse," she reached out and began to pull Nelly's shirt up. "I'll start with your band size." "What are you doing," hissed Nelly. "I'm going to measure you." "Well, I know I'm a 36D. Don't worry about it." "Look, I told my boss that I'm going to measure you and I intend on doing just that. It's not like you haven't got anything I've never seen." "Shhh, I can hear them talking!" Carmen was waving her hand at the two while her ear was pressed against the mirror. "Alright, let me write that down and you're done." Joyce sat back down with Darcie and Heather looking very pleased. "Well, you're definitely in for quite a change like I said. You're still a 36 around, but looks like you're up to an E cup." The three busty goddesses all looked at each other with sheer glee. "This is very incredible," Dr. Smothers exclaimed. "I never thought one piece would do this much." "She just said one piece. I bet they took a pill or something!" Carmen turned to tell her friend what she'd heard. Instead of seeing Nelly eavesdropping right along with her, Carmen saw her ginger-haired friend with her shirt off and being measured by the clerk. "Um, I have a feeling you might be buying the wrong bra," Denise said to Nelly. I'm not getting a 36 around your rib cage." "What are you talking about?" "It's not a 36. It might be because your bra has a bulky under wire. It's obvious you bought this at a place like Wal-Mart or something." "So what, they're cheap." "You get what you pay for, sweetie. This might be a little bit awkward of me to ask this, but do you mind taking your bra off so I can get an exact measurement of your ribcage," Denise had an unmistakably serious look on her face. "God, let's just get this over with!" With that, Denise took Nelly's shoulders and nearly spun her around like a top. Her quick fingers undid the clasps and removed the straps to free Nelly's full breasts. Carmen looked on to see Denise wrap her measuring tape around her friend's naked torso just beneath her juicy tits. "You're actually a 38, Nelly." "Big fucking deal," Nelly said sarcastically. Just then, Carmen's attention was divided back to what was happening in the other fitting room. "Can I be next, huh?" Carmen automatically knew from the excitement in the voice that Heather was talking. "Well, get over here." Margie beckoned to the redhead as she bounded up from her seat to get her titties measured. "I'm so excited, Darcie!" Darcie was in more ways than one herself. It felt so sexy to know that Dr. Smothers' breasts were the same size as she once was, but now she was so much bigger and sensitive that it was almost too much to control. The sight of Heather's big tits jiggling once she raised her shirt over her head and tossed it to her seat just added more urgency to Darcie's passion building within her. Joyce could clearly see the emotion wash over Darcie and offered her hand. Darcie took it and gently squeezed. "Wow," Heather shuddered. That tape's kinda cold." "Sorry, dear. I can try to warm it up a bit," Margie started to unwrap the tape from around Heather's boobs. "No, you can put it back on. It felt really good. It made my boobies really tingle," Heather smiled. In the other room, Carmen nearly gasped at what she had heard. "Did you hear that?" "Who couldn't with her," Nelly sneered. "So, am I still a D cup?" "Yeah, I think so, but we still need to think about what kind of bra will best suit your needs. Do you mind?" Denise raised her hands up just inches away from Nelly's breasts to illustrate that she needed to touch them. "Might as well," Nelly said half-heartedly. Carmen couldn't believe her eyes or her ears. Nelly was right in front of her getting felt up by the clerk for this store, but the manner in which the contact was being made didn't exactly seem inappropriate or sexual at all. On the other hand, Nelly's reaction to her titties being touched all around was the exact opposite. She gradually went from staring at Denise with an annoyed look on her face to closing her eyes and breathing deeply as if she was thoroughly enjoying what was transpiring. "Can you check and see if there's any irregularities with my tits? I just want to be sure," Heather chirped. Carmen immediately focused most of her attention back to the mirrored wall to listen in, but couldn't tear her eyes away from Nelly's 38D cup titties being fondled by Denise. A Special Treat Ch. 04 "Well, get closer and I'll see what I can find." Margie brought her hands around Heather's chest and felt her tits from behind. "You know, they're very firm for the size they are." "Uh-huh." Heather was in ecstasy from having her mammaries being touched again. Her intentions were very clear from the way she was acting, but it was obvious that Margie was ignoring it and keeping her composure. Unlike Margie, Darcie and Joyce were finding it difficult to keep from playing with themselves and each other at the sight of Heather getting so turned on from her breasts being checked. "It doesn't seem like there's any problem, but it'll probably be best for you to check with your doctor over there." The saleswoman dropped her hands and went back to her notepad. A look of disappointment appeared on Heather's face once her titties had been left alone. She waited for a moment as if she could get another session of tit play, but sulked over to her chair after she realized it wasn't going to happen at that moment. "So, what size is she, Margie?" Joyce brought her hand over and laid it on Heather's chest. "Oh, I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure she's probably a K." "K!!??" Heather looked as if she'd won the lottery. "Yes, I just happen to have a 34K bra, so we'll try it on in a little bit. Okay, Darcie. It's your turn." Darcie took a deep breath and lifted her shirt over her head. "Hey, Darcie's going to get measured now," Carmen whispered to Nelly who was still having her tits handled. "Okay, I think I have a bra that will work for you. Let me go get it," Denise said loudly. Carmen and Nelly gave the clerk a weird look. "I was just doing it so they wouldn't get suspicious," Denise whispered. "If I miss what size your friend is tell me when I get back. I'm kinda curious." "Okay," Nelly whispered as Denise left. "What was that all about?" Carmen looked a bit nervous and enticed at the same time. She couldn't help but notice how Nelly's hands lingeringly played with her nipples and how her facial expressions resembled a woman who had just had an amazing orgasm. "I don't know, but that was nice," Nelly answered. Carmen seemed a bit annoyed by her reaction and pressed her ear against the mirror again. "Just hush for now and listen with me." Both ladies pressed their ears to the mirror to listen to what was happening in the neighboring room. "OH MY GOD! That tape is so fucking cold," Darcie screamed out as Margie draped the tape across her bare breasts. Her dark tan nipples instantly hardened and she could tell her over sexed pussy was in dire need of a release. "I'm sorry, Darcie. I'll try to warm it up for you." Margie brought the tape down and rubbed it vigorously between her palms. Darcie's breathing became heavier and heavier. "She sounds like she's in heat," Carmen said. Then, she noticed Nelly wasn't exactly eavesdropping anymore, but rubbing her mammaries and pinching her nipples passionately. Just as Carmen noticed the gesture, Denise walked in with a few bras in her hands. She immediately dropped the undergarments and went to Nelly. "Are you okay?" "Yeah... Fine... I've been so... horny... and I..." "It's okay, we're all girls here. I know I don't mind," Denise reassured the ginger-haired minx as she kept feeling up her supple tatas. "Is that better," Margie asked Darcie in the next room. "Yeah, it is a little bit. I'm very sensitive right now," Darcie replied with stifling a giggle. "I can sure tell." As Margie wrapped the tape around Darcie's breasts, she caught the sight of both Heather and Joyce pulling at their own nipples. The redhead was still topless and didn't seem to mind the fact that she was playing with herself in the presence of three other women. Dr. Smothers' lab coat was fully open and about to slip off of her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her completely topless as well. Darcie's breathing was still hot when Margie pulled the tape off of her. The plasticy material quickly brushed down her areolas and sent shivers up her spine. "Okay Darcie, that's good." Darcie stayed right where she was being measured and still reveled in the pleasure shooting through her body from that wisp of the measuring tape teasing her nipples. She involuntarily brought her hands up and pinched her swollen teats and she turned to face Margie. "So, what's size am I?" "You're a 38J cup, Darcie," Margie smirked. "Wow," Darcie squealed while pulling on her nipples some more and turned to her friends. "I swear my pussy is so wet now!" The brunette went to Heather and bent down to kiss her. At first, Darcie had every intention of slipping her redheaded friend the tongue, but backed off when the idea of Margie being in the room and not having an open mind like hers entered her head. "Now, I've done my part and have been as professional as I possibly can, but you three seem like you have a different agenda. Now, I know it's none of my business, but I run a respectable store. This isn't a place where people are welcome to get their kicks. Why do think I only allow women onto the sales floor?" "Sorry, but..." Darcie had just realized Dr. Smothers was rising from her chair with the remaining pieces of the fudge in her hand. Both women focused their attention on Heather's physician. "Margie, we came here because the three of us have undergone quite a remarkable change within our respective physiques," Joyce calmly stated. "I'll say! If you're telling me you're wearing way smaller bras than what would actually fit you, yeah. I think that's kinda obvious. What you three might be into isn't any of my business. If you want a bra, you all know what you're in the market for. I'm just not too keen on any hanky panky happening in my boutique." "Sorry," Heather peeped. "Heather, you've done nothing wrong." Joyce returned her attention to Margie. "If we've happened to offend you, I apologize on their behalf as well as mine. Would you like some fudge as a token of our sincerity?" Darcie and Heather both looked shocked at Dr. Smothers' offer. "You know, I can never pass up chocolate. I think I will have a piece." "She's offering her chocolate," Carmen said to Denise, who had her attention completely focused on Nelly's naked body as she fingered herself furiously. "Shhh, Carmen!" Denise did a double take. "Did you say she's eating chocolate?" The clerk quickly got up from the floor beside Nelly and went to where Carmen sat and listened to the goings on in the adjacent room. In the other fitting room, Margie stuffed a piece into her mouth, two remained. All three busty women watched her breasts intently. "This stuff is really, REALLY good! Is this something you made?" "Darcie and Heather did, actually," Joyce smiled wickedly. "Well, you two are really good cooks. Where did you get your recipe?" "It's my grandmother's," Heather smiled back at Joyce and took the last two pieces of the fudge. "Here you can have the rest, we can always make more." "You know, this really isn't good for my diet, but what's a little bit of cheating going to hurt," Margie laughed as she scooped up the last two pieces of fudge and began nibbling at their moist chocolaty goodness. "Diet? Why Margie, whatever made you think you need a diet," Dr. Smothers' cooed to the saleswoman. "Oh, you get older and you put on a few pounds..." The saleswoman was delightfully licking her fingers for any remnants of the tasty fudge. "You hear that? It sounds like your friends are seducing her," Denise whispered to Carmen and Nelly. "I know, I can see Heather possibly doing that when she's drunk, but Darcie," Carmen turned to Nelly who had finished masturbating, but was still completely naked. "Heather and Darcie are seducing that woman?" "Yeah, and the other woman in the lab coat is laying it on think, Nell," Carmen inadvertently said to Nelly's boobs. "You shouldn't discount your attractiveness Margie." Dr. Smothers got up and walked toward Margie. She could tell if the magic from the breast enhancement pills was beginning to work on the saleswoman. With every breath Margie took, it looked as if her huge breasts were two balloons gradually being inflated. "Tell me, Margie; did you have to beat the men off with a stick when you were younger?" "Hah," Margie nearly choked at the question. "It was more like keeping their grubby paws off of my breasts." "Hmmm," Joyce smiled. "If you don't mind me asking, what size of bra do you wear, Margie?" After the question was asked, Margie couldn't understand why she suddenly felt comfortable sharing her personal information. She knew it wasn't exactly a rude question between women, but it was a subject she felt wasn't anyone else's business but hers. Her insides felt tingly and she was getting more and more relaxed. Well, except her bra was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable and possibly needed to be adjusted. "I wear a 42E," Margie returned the smile. "No wonder the boys couldn't keep their hands off of you," Heather chuckled. "I guess so." Just as Margie replied, she turned to notice how close Dr. Smothers was. The shock of another person within her personal space shocked her, but enticed her at the same time. The saleswoman could smell the doctor's sweet aroma and was almost entranced. Joyce's hands quickly latched onto Margie's boobs. Instead of protesting or fighting off the unwelcome caress, the saleswoman shuddered and thrust her growing bosom out more for Joyce to fondle outside of her stretching blouse. "What was that about hank panky in the boutique," Dr. Smothers asked mockingly. "What did you do to me?" Margie was in a lull and dropped into her nearby chair. Her hands rubbed her heaving breasts on top of Joyce's. Darcie couldn't stand it any longer and pulled Heather to her in a forceful kiss. Both big-titted beauties wrestled their tongues together like two oiled up women; their hands groping and pulling on their huge melons. Dr. Smothers took the initiative to unbutton Margie's blouse while she still mashed and rubbed her tits together furiously. Opening her eyes, Margie looked down to see her breasts look years younger and better than they had in a very long time. There was no sagging to her mammaries whatsoever. Her mouth and pussy watered at the sight of her nipples poking out over the lacy hem of her bra. "How does this feel," Dr. Smothers whispered in Margie's ear, her fingers dancing over the older saleswoman's growing areolas. Margie screamed out louder than before in response. Immediately, as if on cue, Darcie and Heather tore themselves away from each other and focused their eyes on Margie with her back arched in the chair and her growing titties jutting up in the air just waiting to be mauled and fondled. The girls made their way to Joyce and Margie and playfully flopped their tongues into each others mouths just before latching onto one of Margie's continuously growing breasts with their hands and faces. "Oh god, I've never done this with another woman before," Margie whispered into Joyce's mouth. "Do you find it agreeable," Joyce licked Margie's lips for emphasis. Instead of an answer, Margie brought Joyce in again for another full kiss. Darcie and Heather were licking and sucking on Margie's huge nipples over and over again. Both girls' eyes met and they both started to giggle. "I swear, I can't believe we're doing this," Darcie laughed. "I know, but isn't this fun," Heather replied. "Fuck yeah! My pussy is so wet right now!" Darcie kissed Heather again on the lips and turned her attention back to Margie's big nipples. The bustier saleswoman yelped out and Darcie gently nibbled on her areola and teat. All three girls in the adjacent changing room had their ears pressed firmly to the mirror. Denise was well aware of Nelly still casually feeling her own breasts, but was surprised to see the situation finally getting to Carmen physically. Carmen's breathing got to be so heavy that the mirror was beginning to fog and the outlining of her big nipples could clearly be seen through her white shirt. Denise licked her lips at such a decadent sight. "Do I need to turn the air down, hun?" "Wha...? Oh, no." Carmen was caught off guard and instinctively brought her palms up to her breasts as if she were trying to hide them. "I'm sorry, but... uh..." "It's okay. We all have the same parts," Denise reassured the bigger girl. She also couldn't help but notice that Nelly had lifted one of her firm 38D cupped breasts up to her mouth and began to suck her own nipple. Both girls turn and watched her in awe. Carmen faced Denise again as if to question her, but didn't get the chance to utter a word. "She's flexible for a D cup," Denise smirked. The raven-haired cutie nodded towards Nelly and Carmen turned around to watch her sexy friend pleasuring her own breasts. The bigger girl was in disbelief of what was happening in front of her. Here two of her good friends had grown boobs that were possibly bigger than basketballs and were in the next room having an orgy with two other women and one of her friends was right in front of her sucking her own tits. Carmen just couldn't believe how hot the entire situation was making her. Part of her wanted to give in and make love to her friend and part of her just wanted to leave the boutique, never to return. Her head was swimming in euphoria when she felt two hands come up from behind and started tweaking her hardening nipples through her shirt. Then, reality came crashing back. "Excuse me, but..." Carmen had whirled around to see Denise was the culprit. Her words were silenced when Denise quickly jutted out her chest as if it were an offering. "Do you want to pinch mine," Denise cooed as she smoothed her hand down the neck line of her blouse. Before Carmen could respond, all three woman turned back towards the mirror as Margie let out a loud wail in the adjacent room. Seeing that both girls were stunned from the goings on with their friends, Denise thought it was best to attempt to finish the task she had said she would complete. "Are you ready for your measurements?" Without another word, Denise took the lower hem of Carmen's shirt and lifted it up without any consideration of taboo of possible reluctance. "What's going on," Carmen grunted as she struggled to get free from the forward saleswoman. She wriggled more and more, her massive mammaries wobbling and jiggling with every movement. Carmen struggled so violently that her nipples popped out over the top hems of her bra cups. Finally, Denise was successful in getting Carmen's wispy blouse off. "Look, I already know what size I am!" Carmen was obviously agitated. She quickly grabbed her shirt back from Denise. "Oh, so that's why your nipples are above the cups of your bra and not behind them?" Denise gave Carmen and arrogant look. The bigger girl looked down her alabaster skin to see her huge, wrinkled nipples were jutting out just above the hem of her bra. Her white skin turned to a light shade of pink. Without warning, the raven-haired salesgirl approached Carmen as she looked down upon her tits and brought her hands up, pinching her hard nipples and giving them each a slight pull. Carmen looked back at Denise as if she was on the verge of tears, but Denise responded with a warm smile. A feeling of bliss and wanton washed over Carmen as the salesgirl played with her nipples outside of the bra, and brought her fingers down to move the stain cups down and out of the way to free her large titties. Nelly had just noticed the tit play happening with her friend and came over immediately. The ginger-haired vixen marveled over how big Carmen's mams were and couldn't help but notice her large, engorged nipples. "God Carmen, your nipples are so dark for your light skin!" Nelly was salivating as the words escaped her mouth. The bigger girl let out a delicate sigh for her friend's remark. "Can I touch them?" Nelly looked up at Carmen hopefully. "What do you think?" Carmen was nearly breathless from the pleasure crackling from Denise's fingertips to her sensitive titflesh. She inhaled deeply and made her chest expand to a point that it looked as if her breasts had ballooned just a bit. Denise and Nelly both rubbed their hands over Carmen's big, white breasts and marveled at how soft her mams were. Nelly couldn't help put pay some extra attention to Carmen's huge nipples. They just seemed to get harder and harder. She caught one in between her fingers and twisted and it tugged it until Carmen gasped with pleasure. "You got some really chubby nipples, Carmen," Nelly said impressed. She twisted the bigger girl's other fat nipple and Carmen instantly let out a high-pitched whine from the sensations that jolted her body. In the neighboring dressing room, Margie sat upright after hearing the feminine cry. "What was that," she demanded, pushing Darcie and Heather aside. "Who cares?" Dr. Smothers clutched the busty saleswoman by the shoulders and pressed her mouth onto hers, ramming her wet tongue down the older woman's throat. The busty brunette and busty redhead resume sucking and mauling Margie's ever-growing breasts. The more the two busty girls touch the older woman's tits, the more they can feel her heavy milkers growing. Darcie started sucking and pulling the tit she was attending to and made a loud popping noise. Heather looked over at her cute friend and showed her how she did the same thing. Both big-titted girls giggled at each other and fell into an embrace. Their young fingers found each other's sensitive nipples playfully tugged on them while they kissed like two young girls discovering the pleasures of kissing with their tongues. Then, Heather ended their make out session with a quick peck on Darcie's lips. "I can't believe these big ol' titties of mine are bigger than yours, Darc." She and Darcie examined each other up and down, stood side-by-side, and held up their massive jugs to get a better comparison. "I know what you mean," Darcie couldn't stop rubbing her own huge boobs and slapped them up against Heather's creamy, white tits. Both girls laughed as they marveled at their bouncing boobs. Heather brought her 34K cuppers up and smashed them into Darcie's 38J mams. Both girls cupped their big melons from underneath and rubbed them into each other's flesh. Their nipples got harder and harder by the second. Darcie could feel her pussy liquefying and could tell Heather could hardly stand it herself. Then, the brunette noticed how Joyce and Margie were taking turns at sucking each other's huge nipples. It was obvious that the bra saleswoman was more endowed than Dr. Smothers, but to what extent was unknown. Heather couldn't stand it any longer and just had to have Darcie's big nipples in her mouth. She took the busty brunette's jugs and suckled the darker tatas to their wrinkled, chubby state of arousal. Darcie smiled at her friend's advance, but quickly pushed her off to let her curiosity be known. "Hey Heather, I wonder how much bigger Margie's gotten. I'll get you that she's bigger than us." Heather raised up with a look of disgust. "Whatever! Can't be bigger than mine!" A wicked smile curled on Heather's lips. "She's definitely a real redhead thought. Look at how pale her nips are!" "That's for sure. My boyfriend and I are both suckers for redheads." Darcie turned to Heather and cupped her breasts while she kissed her friend. Suddenly, the busty brunette perked up from an idea. "How about the loser of our bet has to eat out the winner?" "You're on. Grab the tape," Heather tweaked Darcie's big nipples and scampered over to where Joyce and Margie were making out. In the opposite room, Denise could clearly hear the wager that had been placed on Margie and tore herself away from Carmen and Nelly to get into better earshot. A Special Treat Ch. 04 "Hey, they're going to measure my boss! Wait'll you two hear how big she is," the raven-haired girl was ecstatic. Nelly and Carmen dashed to the mirror, both of their bare breasts jiggling. Denise smiled at them both and brought her hands up to continue her fondling of both girls' bosoms. "Wow, this tape is almost too small to fit around your boobs, Margie," Darcie exclaimed. Did you get that last measurement?" "Yep," Heather scribbled the number onto the notepad. "So, what's the verdict?" Joyce was playing with her own nipples as she intently watched Margie do the calculating with the piece of paper Heather had handed her. "I'm a 42L..." Margie dropped the piece of paper. "HA! I told you so! You have to eat me out now!" Darcie scurried over to one side of the dressing room, but Heather didn't seem put off at all. The brunette laid on her back and the redhead dropped to her knees. Heather's big tits kept her just above Darcie's twat, so she had to crane her neck down to get to her friend's open flower. Margie stood in shock as Joyce was smiling at her like she'd just won a trip to the Bahamas and was nonchalantly trying to convince her busty friend to take her along. "Oh my god. My breasts are so big, now!" The older saleswoman stares in awe at her gargantuan tits and marvels over them with her eyes and hands. "Well, it's a good thing that I an L cup in stock," Margie said reassuringly to Joyce. Denise sank down the mirror into the floor at the news of Margie's giant breasts. "Holy shit," she chirped. "What's wrong?" Carmen was quick to console the cute salesgirl. "I remember she was an E cup when she showed me how to fit a bra." "Lucky her, huh," Nelly chimed in an attempt to lift Denise's dwindling spirits. "I guess..." Denise looked down as if to pout. "Hey, what's wrong with the size of her boobs," Carmen asked concerned. "It's not her boobs! It's mine," Denise's tears flowed out as if she'd kept her feelings pent up for a very long time. "I have stupid fucking B cups! It's so frustrating to see girls with big tits always getting noticed and always having the attention. Guys never wanna see my little tits. It's so shitty!" Carmen held Denise for a moment. She could feel a tear drop onto her breast flesh. The bigger girl looked up at Nelly as if to ask for some guidance in the situation, but found the same confusion she felt. Then, Carmen had a thought and brushed the beautiful black hair out of Denise's face. "I'd like to see them." She smiled and tried to make eye contact with the salesgirl. "Whatever you're just trying to make me feel better," Denise tore away and stood up, ready to leave. "No, I really do," Carmen stood as if she were pleading with the enraged girl. "This is really fucked up. God, this entire situation has been fucked up... But you've made me feel very, very sexy today. That's something that I don't always feel and I cherish it every time I experience it. Well, granted I wasn't looking for this. Still, it's pretty obvious that I'm a fat girl. Guys usually pass me up for a skinny girl like you or Nell. It's always a bit tougher for me with the label people try to tag onto me. Nevertheless, I think you're very attractive, and I'd like for you to share with me what Nelly and I have shared with you." "But you're so pretty and your breasts are beautiful," Denise wiped away her tears and stepped toward Carmen and Nelly. "Even if you didn't have huge tits, I find you incredibly attractive. "That is so sweet," Carmen turned to Nelly with a smile and approached Denise as if she were going to help her with her blouse. "Well, what're you waiting for? Let's see your goodies." "Wait," Denise stopped Carmen and Nelly and bent down to pick up her measuring tape. I wanna know how big your boobs are. Especially if I made a hottie like you feel sexy." A warm smile spread over Carmen's mouth as she undid the clasp of her bra and hefted her white melons up for Denise to wrap the tape around her body. Nelly was an entanglement of anticipation as the raven-haired cutie finalized the measurements. "I was right on the cup size, but just off by two inches on your band. Still, you can try on the bra I picked out for you." "Denise handed the bigger girl the sheer white bra. Carmen couldn't help but read the tag before she tried it on. "40G? I'm not an F cup?" Denise simply nodded her head in response. Carmen quickly fastened the clasps of the bra behind her. Her big titties tried to spill over the sheer cups, but didn't flow over like they did in her other bra. Once she adjusted herself into the garment, she looked at herself in the mirror amazed. All three girls salivated at the way the heaviness of her porcelain breasts mashed her big, fat nipples into her huge, puffy areolas and how they barely raised out from the perfect spherical shape of her breasts. "How does it feel?" Denise was radiating excitement. "You're really fucking good! Considering you didn't measure me and you were off by one band size, you're fucking great!" "You ladies ready to see mine now?" Denise grabbed the bottom hem of her blouse and began to pull. Nelly was giddy all over. Carmen felt the urge to take off her bra in honor of the occasion and couldn't get out of it fast enough. Then, Denise was standing there with her bra. She bit her lip and undid the front clasp of her bra. Her smaller boobs almost sprang free from the bra cups. Carmen and Nelly cooed at her exposed titties. "Those are really cute," Carmen put extra emphasis on cute. She and Nelly inched closer to Denise to get a better look. "You nipples are really big for boobs your size," the ginger-haired girl was almost flabbergasted. "I know," Denise said almost embarrassed. "I think they're fucking ugly.!" "No, they aren't!" Nelly knew her words weren't going to ease Denise's self-consciousness so she leaned her head down and took one of the huge nipples into her mouth. "They're so big that they almost cover your whole breast," Carmen stated in astonishment. "The raven-haired girl didn't seem to acknowledge Carmen and moaned more and more as Nelly went to work on her smaller tits. Carmen looked down with wonderment and brought her finger up to circle around Denise's big areolas. She couldn't believe this girl with smaller tits had areolas and teats that would rival her own in size. Denise jumped a bit as Carmen lightly brought her fingertips around the outside of her areolas and enclosed on her hard nipples. "OH MY GOD," Denise bellowed as a gusher of an orgasm ripped through her body. Both girls immediately stopped as Denise reeled back and braced herself against the wall for support. "Shit! Nobody's ever made me cum like that." Carmen and Nelly exchanged smiles. Then, Carmen approached the still shocked salesgirl and offered her huge porcelain breasts up to her. "Do you want to suck mine, hun?" Denise gave Carmen a loving glance and buried her face into the creamy valley of cleavage that laid before her. Carmen palmed the sides of her own breasts and mashed them together, rubbing them against one another while Denise wagged her tongue out and lapped at her fat nipples. Nelly didn't waste words and joined the tit play session without hesitation. The ginger-haired cutie brought her hand up and tugged on Denise's nipples. Denise was in euphoria with her face pressed into Carmen's 42G cupped boobs and having Nelly twiddle with her smaller B cupped tits. Then, Nelly made eye contact with Denise and shared a lingering kiss with her. Once they broke off, Denise turned to Carmen and locked her mouth onto the bustiest girl in the room. Once they had shared their hot, passionate moment, Denise stepped away from Carmen. She looked at the two women in a furtive manner and brought her hands up behind both over their heads and applied a gentle amount of pressure. Both women knew what she wanted and didn't show any signs of reluctance. Nelly and Carmen were less than an inch away from each other and on the verge of sharing their first kiss when the Bra-Gain Center's door bell chimed, announcing that a potential customer had just entered the establishment. A Special Treat Ch. 05 Upon hearing her front door's bell, Margie nearly experienced a palpitation that she'd expect to jiggle her newly grown 42L cupped breasts. Immediately, the shop owner rushed away from her three beautiful, busty lovers (Darcie, Heather and Dr. Joyce Smothers) and snatched up her clothes strewn about the fitting room floor. One leg after the other zipped through the tunnels of her slacks, one of the top buttons of her blouse fastened into its corresponding hole, the rest of the garment practically refused to cooperate and close up no matter how hard Margie tried to squeeze her huge tits into her shirt. Abandoning her attempt to put her top back on, Margie frantically ran into the hallway in a vain attempt to find a suitable top to cover her even more voluptuous tits. Panic set into her mind as she thought of herself appearing inappropriately in front of a customer. Just as the older redhead felt she was on the verge of a breakdown, Denise popped her head out of the doorway to the fitting room she occupied with Carmen and Nelly. The younger salesgirl with raven-black hair was just as surprised to see her boss' new big tits as she was when she heard about her new size. Her mouth involuntarily watered as Margie's huge globes bounced around like fleshy balloons. "Margie, what's going on?" The older woman jumped at the sound of her employee's voice. Her hands came up to cover herself, but there was no hiding the changes the fudge had made to her anatomy. Margie's flesh turned a bright shade of pink just above her ribcage, but Denise didn't break her composure and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Will you help our customer, please? I'll explain later." Margie surprised herself with how quickly she snapped back to her responsibilities to her boutique and took charge of the situation even though she knew she was vulnerable. Without another word, Margie headed back into her fitting room, still feeling the sting of humiliation. Denise backed up into her fitting room as well. She quickly grabbed her blouse and covered herself. "I'll be right back, girls. I have to go help a customer." She gave both Carmen and Nelly a peck on the lips before turning to open the door. The raven-haired cutie looked over her shoulder at her new busty lovers and gave them a sly little wink before sauntering off to the sales floor. Once the door clicked shut, Nelly and Carmen stood in shock about what had just happened and how they almost kissed each other. Then, the two topless women giggled like a couple of teenage girls. "You know, I kinda wish my tits were as big as yours," Nelly commented matter-of-factly to Carmen and jiggled one of Carmen's big 42G cup hangers in the palm of her hand. Carmen snorted a bit as she stifled a laugh. "Come on, Nell. You've got some perky darlings and they seem to suit you just fine." Nelly's eyes seemed to thank Carmen for her reassuring comment. The ginger-haired cutie brought her other hand up and pinched both of Carmen's fat nipples. In response, Carmen slowly brought her own hands up and fiddled with Nelly's smaller nipples and cupped her 38D breasts. The two big-boobed sweethearts fondled each other's goodies as their nipples got harder and harder. Carmen let out a slight coo to her friend, which was returned with a warm smile. They both felt completely at ease playing with their hooters and discovering how pleasurable a female's touch was as if it was the most normal and enjoyable activity for them to engage in. Meanwhile at the storefront, Denise came around the bend of the front counter to come into contact with a skinny girl with dark hair dressed in a nurse's uniform. Her features would've been very ordinarily expected out of someone dressed for her profession except for her giant, protruding breasts bulging out of the gaping opening where her top two buttons had popped off and exposed her plentiful chest. Denise's eyes traveled down from the nurse's huge boobs to see she was carrying a Tupperware pan filled with what appeared to be fudge candy. The raven-haired salesgirl started to piece together what had happened to the other super busty women in the fitting room. "Hi," there was an obvious urgency in the nurse's voice. "Can you tell me if there's a customer in your store by the name of Dr. Joyce Smothers? It's kind of an emergency." Denise looked around behind Kerry to see if any other customers were entering the store before she decided on what she'd say to the slim-n-stacked hottie. "And you are..." "Kerry. I'm one of Dr. Smothers' nurses from the office." The busty nurse clutched the Tupperware pan tighter to the underside of her big tatas. Denise turned towards the curtain leading to the fitting rooms and looked over her shoulder at Kerry. She brought her index finger up to beckon the young nurse. "Follow me, please." Kerry followed Denise down the hall. She turned her head in acknowledgement at the sound of two girls giggling in one of the fitting rooms. Then, she stopped just behind the salesgirl as she slowly opened one of the doors. Looking over Denise's shoulder, Kerry could see that there wasn't any type of fitting going on in the room. The two girls from Dr. Smothers' office were completely naked and making out, on the verge of sexual intercourse if they had the corresponding parts of the human anatomy. Their huge tits were mashed against their bodies and kept a bit of a gap between them and a very close, intimate embrace. Then, she saw her boss having a go with an older woman who seemed to have the largest tits out of the entire group. Dr. Smothers was in between the older redhead's legs and reaching up to squeeze those huge, milky white knockers like giant stress relief balls. Those tits were so much bigger than the doctor's hands that even the woman's pale areolas could be seen spilling out through the gaps between Joyce's fingers. Denise cleared her throat very loudly and the four women stopped everything they were doing to each other and perked up in her direction. Kerry's eyes locked with Dr. Smothers'. Then, she saw her boss' sight travel down to her big titties and how upset she seemed to be at the results. "Kerry, what the hell are you doing here?" The doctor rose up from her huge-titted lover and strode towards her employee. The skinny nurse sunk behind the raven-haired salesgirl to try and hide herself. Joyce stepped from side to side annoyed by how Kerry was attempting to hide from her. "I saw the fudge on your desk when I was locking up the office," Kerry cried out. "I was hungry and figured a piece would tide me over before lunch!" Dr. Smothers let out an annoyed sigh and turned to Margie. "That's what I get for leaving things laying around and not telling the help to not touch them." Joyce advanced to Denise and ushered her to move aside. Kerry still clutched the pan of fudge to her giant hooters. The busty doctor held her hands out and the busty nurse slowly placed the pan in her outstretched hands. After Dr. Smothers set the pan down, she gave Kerry a pressing look that demanded some answers. "I'm so sorry, Dr. Smothers!" Joyce only raised her eyebrows as if to tell her employee she wanted more than an apology. "Well, I was in the drive-thru when it happened. I thought I'd felt a draft on my chest and I noticed my top two buttons popped off my uniform. The guy at the register was about to give me my food and just stopped and stared at my chest. I couldn't help it, I was in shock, too. Then, I noticed him and the people behind me started honking their horns. I was so scared. So, I went to the office as fast as I could, grabbed the fudge, and came here where you said you were going to be. I didn't know what else to do." There was an awkward silence among all the women in the fitting room. "Did you at least get something to eat," Heather asked sympathetically. "No," Kerry gladly accepted the offer to converse with Heather to divert her attention from her angry boss. "Why didn't you just eat some more of that fudge," Denise simply commented. "NO!" Dr. Smothers, Kerry, Margie, Heather and Darcie all looked as if they'd been propositioned by the worst person on the face of the earth. The raven-haired cutie reeled back from the overwhelming response. "Okay, sorry I asked." Darcie walked over to the busty nurse with her arms opened wide. "You poor thing, come here." Kerry warmed up to Darcie instantly. The 38J cupped brunette held Kerry tightly to her and stroked her hair on the side of her face. Then, she whispered to the frightened girl, "don't worry. It won't be permanent." Kerry nodded her head in agreement against Darcie's chest. She distinctly smelled the unmistakable musty smell of an aroused woman's vagina. Although her first lesbian encounter was with Darcie when she kissed her in Dr. Smother's office, she'd never really given a lot of thought to the idea of being with another woman. Her growing nipples suddenly became unbelievably hard as she recalled the kiss she shared with Darcie and her own pussy got a tad bit moist. "Okay," Joyce put her hand on Kerry's shoulder and gently moved her away from Darcie. Her anger seemed as if it had nearly subsided. She directed Kerry to a nearby chair and set her down. The doctor pulled the rest of Kerry's shirt open without any regard for unbuttoning the remaining buttons. The nurse let out a pleasurable gasp. Then, Dr. Smothers proceeded to check her breasts as professionally as possible, fighting the urge to turn her examination into another titplay session. "Do you feel anything," the doctor kept poking and prodding the nurse's breasts and could clearly see how much more labored her breathing became. "I'm,... not... in pain... doctor." Kerry let her head fall over the chair's back and thrust her giant bosoms out more as Dr. Smother's touch became gentler. "I didn't ask if you were in pain," Joyce said with a bitter tone, but turned to Darcie and Heather with a big smile. Kerry brought her head back up and looked at all the other women in the room watching her knockers being felt up by Dr. Smothers. Her eyes radiated a pleading look and she instinctively rubbed her thighs together. Her small hands made their way down below her waist, but the nurse had to use every bit of her self restraint to stop them from touching her damp flower. "Sorry. I don't know what's come over me," Kerry said softly. "You'll be fine, dear." Dr. Smothers finally showed her employee a bit of compassion and took her wrist. Joyce only lowered it just a bit before Kerry took control and rammed her fingers under her panties and played with herself. The busty doctor turned around and saw how hot Darcie, Heather and Margie had gotten. The three huge-titted women were playing with their own pussies and massaging their giant hooters as they looked on. Joyce couldn't help be feel hot being watched with Kerry in such a manner. Suddenly, her feelings of bliss were halted by Denise. "What the fuck is going on?" The salesgirl seemed more confused than upset. "Denise, what'd I say about your language here?" Everyone turned to look at Margie as she chided her employee. Her 42L cupped tits jiggled with each stress she emphasized on her words. "Well, what'd you say about hanky panky in here, Margie?" Denise clearly emphasized "Margie" with her overall sarcastic tone. She crossed her arms, satisfied with how she had just easily put her boss into her place. The older saleswoman sunk down in her chair. Denise looked around at all the women in the room, almost unwilling to comprehend the surrealism of the situation. "So, what happened here? There's something in that fudge, isn't there," Denise addressed the room. "Young lady, I don't think this is any of your business and you should leave right now," Dr. Smothers cut in defensively and stood while Kerry kept playing with her pussy and used her other hand to keep fondling her big boobs. "Bullshit! I work here," Denise fired back at the nude brunette. Margie stopped rubbing her clit and intently listened to the argument. She suddenly became interested to see how Denise would handle such a stressful situation in the store. Also, she couldn't keep her eyes off of Joyce's perfect 36E cupped tatas. "I've got more of a right to tell you to leave," Denise continued. "In fact, you'd better tell me what's going on right now, or I'm calling the cops." Margie couldn't help but smile at how Denise stood her ground. At that moment, she was very proud of her employee and proud of herself for hiring such a strong woman to work for her. "Little girl, you have no idea what you've..." Joyce had a gleam of fight in her eyes, but Darcie stood up and butted in. "Goddamn, stop being so secretive! You wanna know what happened?" Darcie brushed past Dr. Smothers and faced Denise. There was a wash of irritation over her beautiful face. "We dumped titty pills in the fudge mix. If you eat the fudge, you tits get bigger. Okay?" All the girls in the room seemed to be in shock over Darcie's shortness in her voice. "I see," Denise responded smugly. She gave Dr. Smothers an insincere smile and took a step back. "Could you excuse me for a moment?" The spunky salesgirl stepped backward out of the door way, leaving it open. The insanely busty women in the fitting room only looked at each other until Denise came back into the room with Carmen and Nelly in tow. Both girls were topless and their faces were flushed when they were faced with their ultra-busty friends and the three other busty strangers. Carmen rubbed her perspiring palms on her denim skirt and cleared her throat. "So, that's how you made your tits bigger?" She and Nelly looked straight at Darcie and Heather. "I had a feeling when I heard you talking about fudge." "You were spying on us," Margie ejaculated. All eyes went from Margie's stern look to Carmen and Nelly. Both girls seemed to be shocked at the outburst, but their hardening nipples were better noted by the other ultra-busty women in the room. "It was her idea," Nelly quickly retorted, pointing at Denise. "It was," Carmen took a step closer to Nelly's side. Then, the bigger girl's eyes widened and she faced her newly endowed friends. "By the way, I'm a 42G and not an F. Denise showed me that I've been buying the wrong bra all the time." "Cool," Heather exclaimed, jumping up to Carmen and taking her hands. Both girls' vision lingered on the other's juicy breasts. Heather shrugged and smiled reassuringly to Carmen, who bit her lip coyly. Just as everyone could feel the sexual energy peaking once more, the front door bell chimed again. "Hello? Margie," a feminine voice called out from the front of the store. "Shit! That's Jen," the older saleswoman hissed. "She's come to pick up those corsets for that Renaissance Faire." "Oh," Denise groaned. "Go help her, Denise!" Margie shooed off her employee and shut the door behind her. "Wait a minute," Darcie stood giving Heather a nervous look and relayed it back to Margie. "Do you mean the Ren. Faire at the college?" The redheaded saleswoman looked a tad bewildered but nodded her head in the affirmative to Darcie's question. "Oh shit, Darcie! Jen's going to fucking kill us if we can't fit into our corsets or our dresses for that matter. What're we going to do?" Heather's concentration was locked on Darcie and her giant melons as she fretted about the gravity of the situation for the first time. Darcie's heart sank at the thought of not being part of the Ren. Faire. "Fuck! This stuff won't wear off in time and we'll be kicked out of the show," she voiced herself to the entire room. Nelly looked at Carmen. It seemed they both had the same thing in mind. Instantaneously, they both grabbed a piece of fudge from the Tupperware container. Both girls scarfed their pieces down before anyone could register what had happened, let alone react to what they had done. "Wha... What are you doing," Darcie cried out to her two friends. "She can't kick all of us out of the Faire," Carmen said with an air of forced confidence. "I think it'll be very difficult for her to find another queen for the jousting matches under such short notice," she piped in her queen character voice. "Besides, I wanna see how big my titties get," Nelly giddly announced through a wide smile. Her eyes were bright and saw Darcie and all the other women beaming at her and Carmen. Darcie curled her finger at Nelly and beckoned her to come. The ginger-haired cutie trotted to Darcie and cupped Darcie's newly-grown milkers. While the schemes and sexual energy developed in the fitting room, Denise greeted two nicely endowed women at the front of the store. One was about her age with very long and straight red hair and some massive tits that seemed to be a palpable rival to Carmen's heavies and an older woman (close to her mid-30s) with wavy black hair, black-framed glasses and a respectable-sized pair of knockers that could easily label her as a busty woman. Although both women seemed to be wearing close to the same clothes, it struck Denise as a tad bit strange that they both had such fair skin. "Can I help you," Denise asked warmly. "Yes, is Margie available," the older woman asked. "May I ask who she'll be seeing," the salesgirl smiled to both women. "Jen and Amanda from the theatre department. We need to pick up a special order of corsets for the Ren. Faire," The older, black-haired woman responded. "Sorry about getting here so close to your closing time, but we were busy making dresses and lost track of time," the redheaded goddess Denise figured to be Amanda added. "Ren Faire? Oh at the college? I see. Well, Margie's in the back totaling up the day's receipts. I'll see if she's not tied up." The raven-haired cutie started to walk toward the curtains and turned with an idea churning in her mind. "Please feel free to look around the store if you want," she offered the two busty women with a wink and walked away from the curtains to the store's front doors. Denise pulled her keys out of her pocket and tentatively locked the door. Then, she kicked her shoes off behind the counter at the front and lightly jogged to the hallway with the fitting rooms while Amanda and Jen leisurely browsed at the store's selection of undergarments. Upon sauntering down the hallway, Denise could clearly hear a cacophony of loud moaning coming from the fitting room she had just left. The raven-haired salesgirl immediately went to the door and turned the knob. The opened door laid out a sight that excited Denise yet made her feel a bit uneasy and nervous. An all out lesbian orgy had erupted in the Bra-Gain Center's fitting room. It was very blissful watching all the very busty women pleasure each other, completely oblivious to anyone watching. In fact, it didn't seem as if they would have cared who witnessed their decadent activities. First, the salesgirl saw her boss and Heather hefting their big titties up and rubbing their huge, sensitive nipples together. Both women gasped out in ecstasy from the beautiful sensations they were feeling. Margie seemed to be overcome with her emotions, dropped her 42L cupped hooters and brought her hands up to gently bring Heather's face closer to hers. The two redheads wagged their tongues out to each other and kissed almost madly. During their kiss, Margie's hands traveled down Heather's neck, her shoulders and down to her perfect, white breasts. She took both of the younger redhead's nipples between her fingers and twisted her flesh. Heather pulled away from their kiss and moaned out for more. Margie leaned in for another French kiss, but Heather quickly ducked her head down and latched onto one of Margie's huge mams. The older saleswoman's passion obviously shot through the roof and she clutched the back of her younger lover's head, her fingers tangling in the auburn locks, and pushed Heather's face into her massive breast more and more as her screams became louder and louder. A Special Treat Ch. 05 Then, she noticed Nelly had gotten quite a bit bustier than she had been when she entered the room. There was no doubt that she had consumed the fudge. Denise looked around for Carmen and saw her boobs had gotten a little bit bigger as well. Still, her attention was brought back to Nelly who was being attended to by Joyce. The doctor seemed to be checking the ginger-haired minx's breasts as if she were being professional, but there was a distinct twist of sexual nature in her caresses. Dr. Smothers' fingers squeezed and dug into Nelly's breast flesh and Denise's clit throbbed more and more. Her eyes caught sight of how the creamy skin of Nelly's growing tits spilled out as if it were trying to swallow Joyce's hands whole. Nelly's mouth gapped open and inhaled deeply as Joyce massaged her breasts more vigorously. The younger girl brought her fingers up and tugged on Joyce's very hard nipples. Joyce giggled a bit and brought her hands back and played with Nelly's nipples in kind. They both shared a peck on the lips and focused their attention back to their huge tits. Both women's faces were undoubtedly expressions of complete amazement at their size and astonishing feelings they got from their breasts. Next, Denise's eyes wandered to where Carmen's fat titties were being mauled by Darcie and Kerry. Both well endowed girls were worshipping Carmen's heavies with their hands. Then, Darcie brought her small hands to her own 38J cupped dairies and pinched both of her nipples. She tugged her olive-skinned tits closer to Carmen's sheet white boulders and rubbed her nipples against her friend's. Carmen visibly got weak at the knees. Kerry stepped around to Carmen's back and cupped her big breasts from behind. The bigger brunette turned around to face her new slim-n-stacked friend and craned her head up to share a lingering kiss with her. Darcie resumed massaging Carmen's breasts along with the busty nurse and watched intently as the other two busty women enjoyed their liplock. Carmen broke away from the pleasurable kiss and turned to look at Darcie. She brought her hands up and returned her busty gal pal's breast play in kind and rubbed Darcie's swollen 38J cupped tatas. Darcie was in the throes of passion along with the other busty women and tossed her head back to bask in the tit worship she was receiving. Kerry, still playing with Carmen's breasts from behind, brought one of her hands forward and caressed one of Darcie's milkers like fine gossamer. The busty brunette goddess couldn't stand it any more and pushed forward to Kerry. Her big tits mashed into Carmen's sheet white sucklers as her head went past her friend's shoulder and got closer to the busty nurse. Darcie's lips bushed Kerry's with a strong urgency which Kerry answered by bringing her face into Darcie's and opening her mouth with her warm and eager tongue. Carmen was surprised at Darcie's forward action and pulled her friend even closer to her; as if she wasn't close enough, being sandwiched between two hot busty ladies. The bigger brunette began kissing along Darcie's neck and shoulder. The brunette goddess broke away from her kiss with Kerry and moaned out loudly. She caught a glimpse of Denise standing in the doorway watching her, but it didn't matter at that point. Darcie knew she had been too far gone to care about being discrete with her sexuality now. Before another thought of what was happening could register in her mind, she felt two nubile fingers enter her sex and roll her clitoris around. Darcie shrieked out in a very hig pitch from the orgasm that instantly ripped through her body. Her arms lashed out and pulled both women tighter to her. The brunette's small fingers clawed and dug at both bodies before her. She could feel herself sinking down, but knew she wasn't hitting the floor while Carmen still held onto her. Tingling sensations tickled their way all through Darcie's nerves. She was completely aware of every part of her body in that moment. Darcie could even sense her nipples touching and retouching Carmen's big, fat udders from every breath both of them took. The overload of pleasure made Darcie's brown eyes roll back in her head as she soaked up every bit of passion she was sharing with the other ultra-busty women in the room. Denise snapped back to her senses after being drawn into Darcie's climax and walked towards her boss. She was stopped when Nelly looked up from Joyce to notice her. "Hi Denise, did Jen get the corsets?" "Not yet," Denise replied courteously but still distant because of her environmental distractions. "Denise," Carmen's voice was flavored with a bit a ravenous tone from her obvious arousal. The salesgirl turned to look at the alabaster, big-titted vixen. Darcie and Kerry were almost fighting over Carmen's heavies like two zombies would over living flesh. They suckled more and more and Carmen's even bigger nipples until their tongues met in a fiery passion and they focused on the embrace they shared between their lips. Carmen shook her head to regain her composure from the bombardment of pleasure she took to her breasts. Denise noticed how quickly Carmen's fingers went up to play with her nipples while she tried to speak to her once more. "Can you guess what size Nelly and I are now?" Denise stood in shock at the excitement that paraded out of Carmen's voice. Being impatient for a response, Carmen seized the opportunity to answer her own question. "She's a G cup like I used to be and I'm a huge J cup!" Carmen looked down with her stunning bright eyes and squeezed her pale breasts for emphasis as she declared her size to Denise. Still playing with her tits, Carmen's eyes shot up to the salesgirl with a clear recollection. "Oh, and we found out from Margie that Kerry used to be the exact same size as you, but she's a 32H cup now!" Denise couldn't help but notice the nurse's huge mams as Darcie suckled her big nipples, and the girl stroked her hair in kind. The raven-haired salesgirl gave Carmen a warm smile and turned to visit with her boss just as Carmen snaked her hand down to her twat. Immediately sensing that her attention was needed for more important matters, Margie pulled herself away from Heather to address her employee. "It seems like she just HAS to talk to you. What should I do," Denise pressed. The older redhead stopped to think for a moment. Heather looked up into Denise's eyes and slowly opened her mouth at Margie's nipple. "Well, tell her I went to the bank and I'll help her tomorrow," Margie said annoyed. Heather's lips snapped on Margie' pale nipple. The busty saleswoman couldn't help but turn her attention to her younger lover. "If I would've known that, I wouldn't have told her you were back here counting receipts." "Dammit," Margie scooted away from Heather. "Uh... Tell her I'm double checking the invoice with her order form she filled out." "Gotcha, boss," Denise gave Margie a thumbs up sign. Just as she started to walk away, Heather perked up. "Denise?" The redhead vixen was looking particularly doe eyed. "What's up," Denise said, leaning down to get more on Heather's level. The redhead reached out for the Tupperware pan nearby and brought it closer to her. Margie looked at her confused. "Could you give one of these to Jen? Maybe she won't kick us out is she can't fit into her own corset." Margie rolled her eyes at the thought of the possible situation. "I guess I'd better take two," Denise shrugged as she grabbed for another piece of fudge. "Who's with her," Heather questioned. "Some other redheaded chick with huge boobs." "Shit, that's Amanda!" Heather jumped up from the floor and grabbed the entire pan of fudge, handing it over to Denise. "Give her some fudge, too. She's our assistant costume designer." Heather's face brightened up at the idea. "Okay," Denise merrily complied and turned to walk out the fitting room door with the pan of fudge. An idea of the fantastic possibilities flooded her mind as she waded through the sea of sex sloshing about in the fitting room. The raven-haired cutie noticed Carmen was still pleasuring herself and sucking both of her big 42J cupped tits at the same time while she pounded three of her fingers into her pussy. Kerry made her way to her own boss and was having her tits fondled and weighed in the busty doctor's hands. Both ladies smiled at each other and easily brought their faces together for a soft and beautiful kiss. Just as Denise got to the door, Nelly was going to town on Darcie's 38J cupped mams. The ginger-haired minx jiggled Darcie's titties so vigorously that they resembled two fleshy balloons filled with pudding. The salesgirl stopped and intently focused on the breathtaking sight before. Then, Nelly turned her head noticing her new friend was watching her titplay session with her other busty friend. The nipples on Denise's 32B cupped titties popped up just underneath her blouse when Nelly leaned in for a teasing kiss. Once she pulled away, Denise noticed how heavily Darcie was breathing and took a step towards her for a passionate kiss. Another tingling sensation rippled through Darcie's sensitive jugs. During their kiss, Denise brought her hand up and twisted one of Darcie's nipples which made Darcie clutch her partner tighter. Finally, Denise pulled away and headed for the door with the pan of fudge. There was an unmistakable wanton look on both Darcie's and Nelly's faces. Denise simply returned the sexy stare with a reassuring smile. "Trust me girls, the best is yet to come." Denise turned and walked out the door, leaving Darcie and Nelly with the rest of the ultra-busty ladies in the fitting room for more unbelievable carnal pleasures. A Special Treat Ch. 06 *Please read chapters 1-5 to get up to speed... or not, it's your call. ;D * Upon entering the sales floor once again, Denise noticed Amanda and Jen had taken her whimsical advice and were intently browsing the Bra-Gain Center's vast selection of brassieres. The two busty Theatre gals were nabbing bras off of the racks and dangling them in front of each other to see what the reaction would be. Most of them were positive remarks from what Denise could tell. It even amazed her how both of them were checking out their line of sheer bras that left almost nothing to the imagination. "Sorry about the wait, but Margie's double checking the invoice and your order form to make sure we got everything," Denise approached the two ladies. Then, she opened the lid to the Tupperware pan filled with fudge and held it out to the pale busty women. "Would you two like some fudge? Margie made it last night and brought it in today." The older black-haired hottie took a piece along with Amanda. Jen downed her piece in two bites and snatched another from the pan before Denise slowly closed the plastic lid. Jen nodded in approval. "Thanks..." "Denise," the raven-haired salesgirl informed Jen. "Thank you, Denise," Jen smiled with her mouth filled with fudge. Sensing the salesgirl was going to trot off again to the back room, Amanda snatched a sheer pink bra from the rack and held it up. "Hey Denise, could you see if you carry this bra in a 40F?" Knowing it was store policy to measure every customer in order not to sell the wrong product, Denise hesitated before answering. Then, she allowed her learned instinctual behavior from the store policy to subside in light of what was going on in one of the store's grandiose fitting rooms. "Sure," Denise warmly complied. "So, you really are going to do some shopping," Jen laughed to her assistant costume designer. "Might as well while we're waiting," Amanda shrugged, handing the garment over to the salesgirl. "Is there anything else I can see about while I'm in the stock room," Denise asked while giving Jen a coaxing look as she tried her hardest to keep her eyes away from both women's well endowed breasts, daintily covered by their formfitting spaghetti strap tops. "Oh, nothing for me. Thanks," the black haired director blushed a tiny bit as if she were receiving a flattering compliment from a very important person. Her smile to Denise was somewhat uncomfortable, but the salesgirl new Jen really wanted to try something on no matter how much she tried to hide it. "Besides, I've only got the school's credit card," Jen added. "Don't worry about that. Get something and you can pay me back later," Amanda overlapped Jen's words. Jen's want for a new undergarment was evident the busty redhead. "You're sure?" Jen's eyes brightened up at Amanda's charitable offer. Jen's assistant simply flipped her hand as if her money wasn't entirely an issue. Immediately, Jen turned around and picked out a sheer, floral-patterned bra and handed it to the raven-haired salesgirl. Noticing Denise wasn't moving, it only took Jen a couple of seconds to realize what information she needed. "Oh, I'm sorry. 38DDD." "40F and 38DDD," Denise repeated and pointed to both women when she uttered their corresponding bra sizes. "Gotcha!" With that, the salesgirl sauntered back down the hallway with both big bras in her hands. Instead of going for the stock room, Denise headed for the fitting room where the big tit orgy still commenced. The salesgirl opened the door and panned over all the other sexy, voluptuous women to find her boss. Margie was in the middle of something Denise had never witnessed or even thought of. The older redhead laid flat on her back while Darcie was on all fours with her head between Margie's huge 42L cupped mams. While Darcie worshipped those pale knockers, her body was turned above Margie's head where the saleswoman had unencumbered access to Darcie's 38J cupped boobs. Both women hungrily sucked and licked at the other's nipples in what Denise thought of as a Titty 69. "Ahem," Denise hacked out to Margie in a painfully obvious manner. "Did you double check the invoice when we got the corsets?" The busty saleswoman gently pushed up on Darcie's body to signal an end to their fun and looked up at Denise. "Of course I did. Why?" "Good, I'll just usher both of them into their fitting rooms, sell them the corsets and their bras, and send them on their way," Denise said confidently. Margie only laid one the floor as Darcie circled the older redhead's pale nipples with her delicate fingers. The saleswoman looked up at her employee with disbelief at what she was conspiring. "I'll just tell Jen you're too busy to talk," Denise answered Margie's scrutiny. "Good thinking," Margie lightened up and brought her hand back behind Darcie's head and pushed her towards her giant breast. The busty brunette opened her mouth and looked at Margie with her big, pretty eyes as she took the big, hard nipple into her mouth and suckled like a newborn. Margie brought her other hand up to her free nipples and twisted it, feeling all the delightful stinging pleasures from her sensitive flesh. Denise turned to exit from the fitting room before the scene before her made her pussy wetter than it was already. As Denise walked to the door she noticed Dr. Smothers was now sitting next to Nelly, both women had their leg intertwined and were masturbating each other and playing with their own tits. The sight was almost a carbon copy out of a lesbian porno movie. Right as the raven-haired salesgirl reached the door, she caught a much more exaggerated composition of sexual play. Right next to the door, the fat-titted Carmen had her legs straddled over Heather's face along with the very slim-n-stacked Kerry eating her pussy like a homeless man gorging himself on a birthday cake. Denise couldn't stand it anymore and felt the need to participate in the so-called celebration of big tit worship and lesbian lust. Remember she was still holding the Tupperware pan of fudge; Denise took a piece out of the pan and popped it into her mouth. The raven-haired salesgirl rolled the chocolaty goodness around inside of her mouth. Carmen looked up at the woman who opened up her new passion and took her own tits into her hands and kneaded them vigorously in an attempt to get the girl's attention. Denise looked down at Carmen's wide pale blue eyes and leaned in for a kiss with the fudge still in her mouth. Her lips passed the gooey chocolate on into Carmen's watering mouth as their tongues snaked around each other seductively. The salesgirl pulled away to the sight of Carmen looking up at her wantonly and breathing heavily. She brought her nubile fingers up and stroked the bigger girl's 42J cup boulders and paid extra attention to her fat nipples. Carmen's pink bee stung lips involuntarily puckered from the exciting stimulations her nipples were being subjected to. Denise leaned down and pecked Carmen's sweet lips with her own. Then, she took another piece of fudge and crammed it into her mouth, leaving the pan on the floor in the fitting room and exiting through the door. Once she reached the sales floor, Denise noticed how close Jen and Amanda really were from the way they were giddily showing each other different types of bras and giving their own opinions to each other on how one another would look in such sexy things. "Oh, this is so adorable," Jen exclaimed while Amanda held out a lacy black bra over her chest. The closer the salesgirl got to the two pale, busty women; she could tell the fudge they had eaten was beginning to take effect. Both women's nipples were rock hard and poking through the fabric of their spaghetti strapped tops. "Here you both are," Denise interrupted their conversation, handing them the bras for their corresponding sizes she fished out of the stock room before setting foot on the sales floor. "You can go behind the curtain and use the first two dressing rooms on your left," the raven-haired cutie added. The two busty women took their bras without hesitation and walked through the curtain. Once they entered the hall, both busty hotties noticed an obvious array of moaning coming from down the hallway. They exchanged strange looks to see if one another noticed the erotic vocals. Jen turned her head to allow her ear a better shot of where the noises were coming from. "You hear that," the girl with the cinnamon, red locks asked Jen. "Yeah..." There was a twinge of confusion in Jen's voice. The older woman took a few steps further down the hall, passing the dressing rooms Denise had advised them to use for trying on their bras. Jen kept her hearing keen of the origin of the erotic sounds as she tiptoed down the hall. Amanda silently followed her halfway. Then, Jen turned to her assistant designer with a look of astonishment on her face. "I think someone's having sex in that dressing room," Jen pointed to the door where she determined the noise was coming from. Amanda's nerves gave her an enjoyable jolt she gasped at in response upon hearing Jen's hypothesis. The redhead stifled out a giggle that was almost a whisper to cover up the sensation she gave herself. "No way," Amanda exclaimed in almost a whisper. Part of her was in disbelief, but wanted the idea of people having sex in the fitting room to actually be true. She couldn't quite understand why she had such a feeling, but didn't bother to question herself. The redhead tiptoed closer to Jen; almost leaning on her as Jen bent closer to the door to listen. Jen looked back up to register Amanda's amazed reaction. Their eyes met and they both knew they were about to laugh out loud from the truth. In an attempt to keep her mind off of any joviality, Amanda's eyes wandered down to Jen's tits. The redhead normally didn't look at other girl's breasts to get her straighten her mind out, but it was the first thing she instinctually thought of to keep her from laughing. She soon found that Jen's breasts weren't the thing to get her mind off of sex. "Oh my god, Jen! Your boobs," Amanda said aloud. The redhead was in shock to see Jen's large breasts were now stretching out her top. The spaghetti strapped shirt was looking more like a swimsuit top that was way too small to contain her huge, pale melons. The older woman's knockers had gotten so voluptuous that they hung below the bottom hem. The weakening fabric was failing to cover the bottoms of her heavy, pendulous breasts and even left a just sliver of her growing areolas exposed. Jen back away a couple of steps and gasped as she laid eyes on her newly grown jugs for the first time. Amanda braced herself against the wall as she marveled at how much bustier her attractive teacher had become almost instantaneously. Both women stood with their mouths agape at the sight of the giant, white breasts straining to break free from their cloth prison. "Holy shit," Jen blurted. Then, the black-haired goddess realized how loud she was and didn't want to be discovered. "What the fuck's happening to me," she hissed at Amanda. Jen looked down at the redheaded student's chest and instantly was horrorstruck. Then, both women heard a seam pop and Amanda felt her right strap on her top flop down and brush her clothed breast. Both women looked down at Amanda's big tits. Thoughts of how their breasts had grown to about the same size flooded Amanda and Jen's minds. Then, both women watched each other as small tears began to appear at the top parts of the other's shirt fabric. The holes grew more and more from the weight of their big hooters, exposing more of their creamy, white titflesh. Panic sank into Jen. Her heart beat faster and faster from the astonishment she experienced as she watched her own pale breasts growing, fighting to break out of their cloth prison. Her instincts forced her to run out of the hallway and back onto the sales floor. Her vision registered as nothing but blurs as she looked in almost every direction of the store. Once she had come to the conclusion that Denise was not around, Jen ran to the front door. Her giant tits bounced around wildly and were on the verge of popping out of her now flimsy top with every pounding step she took. Suddenly, Jen's escape was halted as she bumped into Denise as she came around the corner of the check out counter. Jen couldn't help but look down at the raven-haired salesgirl's tits in horror. It seemed as if the almost flat-chested cutie had grown a bit more in her hooters. "Is there something wrong," Denise calmly asked Jen who looked as if she were in complete hysteria and on the verge of a break down. "My... um... and Amanda..." Jen sank down, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh god, what's happening to us?" "I don't know, but I can tell you're no longer in the market for a 38DDD bra," Denise quickly replied in a sarcastic tone to try to lift Jen's spirits. Noticing her style of humor wasn't having its desired effect; Denise took the older woman by the wrist and lead up back to the hallway. Upon brushing past the curtains, both women stopped in their tracks at the sight of Amanda still in awe of her growing tits. The redhead's big nipples were pulling the fabric of her top even more taught as she rubbed her hands all over her milky white mams. Her light pink areolas were visible above the top hem of her shredding top and her juicy side breast flesh spilled out more and more from the holes that had formed near her armpits. The whiteness bulged out of the growing holes more and more as Amanda's shirt nearly ceased to exist. Jen's own tits gave one more thunderous jiggle, when she and Denise stopped to just in front of Amanda, and bounced out from the bottom hem of her shirt. Amanda and Denise sensed what had happened. Their eyes were automatically glued to the sight of Jen's newly grown heavies springing free from her small top. As the cooler air hit Jen's sensitive breasts, her hysteria subsided and was immediately taken over by an insatiable feeling of lust. Amanda's hands worshipped more and more of her huge hangers. She watched Jen as her arms spread away from her growing tits and she looked down at how much bigger her boulders were still growing. Then, the redhead noticed how much bustier Denise had become. Her pussy became wetter at the sight of Jen's huge knockers dangling out of her shirt and how tingly her own growing breasts were feeling. Amanda had never felt so horny in all her life. "My titties are getting so much fatter. This is unreal," Amanda whispered to Jen and Denise out loudly. Denise smiled warmly at Amanda's growing breasts. The salesgirl then remembered tingling sensations she felt in her own bosom. Her eyes traveled away from Jen's newly aroused state and Amanda's amorous fascination with her own tits to look at her growing chest. Denise's boobs had become much more proportionate over the small period of time that had elapsed. In fact, she could tell her growing jugs were stretching out her pullover blouse to its seam's end. A feeling of insurmountable happiness hit Denise's conscious like a ton of bricks. She brought her hands up and massaged her swelling braless funbags through her blouse. "This is wonderful," Denise exclaimed breathlessly. The salesgirl's eyes wandered over to Jen who seemed to have settled down. It was obvious Jen had accepted the fact that her breasts were growing and was rubbing her large mams along with Amanda and Denise. Amanda was bracing her back against the wall and still worshipping her growing milk jugs. The busty redhead brought her nubile fingers up to pinch and pull her big nipples poking through what remained of her shirt. Jen's libido couldn't take much more of being stoic while such lascivious activities were being played out in front of her. The sexual fire inside of her began to grow more and more just like her big titties. The brunette teacher couldn't stand it anymore and lunged at Amanda. Jen's hands tore apart what was left of her hot redheaded student's top, setting her huge pale tits free. Amanda's jaw sagged open with her inability to show Jen her true appreciation for the excitement that had run through her. "Fuck yeah, Jen. Please play with my big tits. God, your tits are so fucking hot," Amanda growled at her teacher. Jen's face reddened a bit and her hands pulled away, but she quickly brought them back up and latched her fingers onto Amanda's swelling titflesh. The redheaded student moaned louder and louder from the sensations Jen's fingertips shot through her nipples and areolas. With a visceral groan, Amanda clutched Jen's back and pulled her teacher's pale mammoth jugs into her own. Both pale busty women moaned more and more as they both squashed their giant titties into one another. Denise took a step closer to the action. She knew her pussy was getting wetter by the minute and bit her lip as a sign of her wantonness. The raven-haired beauty lifted her blouse up and unveiled her braless tatas to Jen and Amanda. Jen turned to see the younger salesgirl baring her tits for approval it seemed. The brunette teacher cooed at the sexy sight of the newly huge proportioned breasts and reached her hand out to fondle the supple breast flesh while her other hand toyed with Amanda's large hooters. The ever-growing busty redhead enjoyed her sexy teacher playing with her big tits. She puffed her chest more to allow Jen's fingers and palms more reign over her pale hooters. Amanda could feel her pussy clenching more and more from the beautiful sensations that originated from her nipples. She brought her salivating mouth down to suckle on Jen's bigger erect nipples. The brunette teacher moaned out in almost a squeal from the pleasures her student bequeathed to her. Amanda's sucking was almost like a very wet French kiss with Jen's erect nipple. Jen was overcome with pleasure and stopped playing with Amanda's huge pale knockers and pressed her head more into her chest. The redheaded girl moaned into her teacher's chest, her lips reverberating on Jen's bumpy areolas. In response, the brunette teacher threw her head back, her throat letting out a very sexy groan. Denise knew she wanted to suck those big, sexy titties of Jen and thought there was no time like the present. While she kept pinching and twiddling with her own very sensitive nipples, the raven-haired hottie bent over and covered Jen's free nipple with her lips. Her tongue wrestled with the growing nubbin that jutted out from the brunette teacher's areola. The more she lapped at Jen's sensitive flesh along with Amanda, the more Jen reacted to the stimuli dominating her boulders. "I... don't... know how much... more... of this I... can take." Jen forced the words out of her mouth like a square peg being shoved through a round hole. Denise brought her nubile fingers up and stroked Jen's tingling breasts. Jen as caught slightly off guard when the sexy salesgirl rose up to kiss her, but allowed the younger woman to do so. Their tongues slowly slithered out from between their lips and tangled for a moment. Amanda pulled back from Jen's huge titty. Her jaw dropped as she beheld the illustrious sight between her teacher and the fine salesgirl. Pulling back for the stimulating kiss, Denise smirked at Jen whose eyes were still closed and mouth was kissing at the sexually charged air. "I think we should take this to one of the fitting rooms, don't you," Denise questioned both pale women. Jen's eyes popped back open to see the raven-haired seductress sauntering down the hall to the last fitting room. Amanda and Jen slowly followed the hot salesgirl to the door as she slowly pulled it open. A Special Treat Ch. 07 Authors Note - It might be a good idea to catch up on the previous chapters. Just a thought. ;) Once the dressing room door was flung open; Denise, Amanda and Jen were greeted by the lascivious sight of Darcie playing with Nelly's tits from behind while Margie pleasured the younger vixen's sex with her tongue. "Oh yeah, eat my pussy real good," Nelly screamed out in delightful agony. "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" The busty hottie's breasts tingled with excitement as Darcie pinched and twisted her turgid nubbins. Nelly brought her hands up to match Darcie's as they both explored her growing titflesh. Amanda, Denise and Jen were so turned on by the sight of Sapphic lust that they pawed at their attention-hungry vaginas. "Darcie, keep playing with my nipples like that. Fuck yeah!" Nelly shrugged herself away from her two lovers and turned around to play with Darcie's nipples. Darcie couldn't help but gasp as Nelly's fingers worked into her sensitive olive breasts. The darker, chocolaty skin of her aching nipples was set ablaze by Nelly's soothing fingertips. Both girls' eyes met as they instinctively pressed against each other and twisted their tingly, growing nips. Darcie was awash with intense sexuality and leaned in for a steamy kiss with Nelly. Their tongues gently wrestled around as their hands didn't let up for one second with the mutual titplay. Nelly and Darcie looked like they were completely at peace until their moment was cut all too short with a panic-stricken Margie nearly chomping off Denise's head. "Tell me you've got the door locked," Margie screamed out hoarsely. "Of course,, why?" Denise was far from prepared for what happened next. Every big breasted goddess in the dressing room made a mad dash for the door. "We need more room," yelled a hurried Heather as she forced her way past Jen. All the girls couldn't help but brush their tender nipples against another hot woman with huge sucklers during the desperate escape. Every girl became more and more aroused. Denise and Amanda were pressed together so much that they couldn't help but allow their hormones to take over and just start making out. Their kissing was soft at first, and then became deeper and deeper as all of the girls cleared out of the cramped dressing room and made their way onto the sales floor. Carmen was the final goddess to realize the new freedom as she absconded to the sales floor with the measuring tape. The bigger brunette handed the tape over to Margie just before she seized Darcie's tits while the voluptuous brunette vixen suckled on Heather's pink nipples. "You wanna get measured again," Margie playfully cooed. "Actually, yeah. I think my breasts got a bit bigger," Carmen beamed to Margie as both of them focused on her enormous alabaster globes. "Well, give me a minute." Margie quickly wrapped the tape around Carmen. During the process, the saleswoman purposefully pinched Carmen's aching teats. The bigger girl realized a brief stint of sexual frustration as she fought back the urge to maul the older woman's tits and have hers played with in the same primitive manner. "Yes, you actually have grown a bit. According to these measurements, you should be the same size as me now." The huge titted brunette gazed down at the older redhead's gigantic knockers and nearly salivated. She brought her hands up to feel the weight of the older woman's meaty breasts and thumbed the very pale nipples to hardness in the center. "Keep doing that, honey. That feels so good." Margie's insides turned to jelly as her pussy seemed to gasp like a fish out of water when it came. Feeling her knees buckle, she leaned into Carmen for support. The younger brunette supported her as she marveled at her own tits. "God these things feel so amazing. I mean, I've always appreciated my breasts..." "Honey, I've always appreciated them and I'm going to love this store even more after today. Business is going to skyrocket. These girls are definitely worth their weight in gold," Margie smirked while the younger girl kept massaging her huge boulders. "Damn, my tits are so much bigger," Carmen giggled as she became more inebriated from the pleasures surging through her tits. Margie enjoyed helping in the massaging of those pale knockers. Both females groped and played with each other's mams as Carmen giggled louder and louder. "Wait a minute! That can't be possible. From what my analysis of Darcie and Heather's DNA revealed; their breasts reached their peak of growing before we left the office. We've spent more time here than it took for Darcie and Heather's breasts to finish with the growth spurt. In fact, the effects should start beginning their regression and go back to normal in a few weeks... Well, once the drug wears off," Dr. Smothers piped in, interrupting Carmen and Margie's session of titplay. "Well, the measuring tape doesn't lie, doc," Margie faced Joyce with her fists firmly planted on her hips. "I can't believe we're the same size," Carmen announced sheepishly as she draped her arms around Margie for a snuggly hug. "How do they feel?" Carmen thrust her chest out to Joyce because she knew the doctor was quite skilled with her hands when it came to her sensitive nipples. The sight of Carmen's even bigger chest was enough to distract Heather from eating out Darcie's pussy while the brunette goddess worshipped and sucked her own huge melons. "They feel so amazing," Joyce gasped at the size of Carmen's bust. The doctor couldn't help but cup each breast to get an idea of their heaviness and weight. "Joyce, you definitely know how to feel a girl up," Carmen panted as the doctor continued to grope her pasty white titflesh. "Hey, I've always enjoyed giving breast exams. Sue me. Might as well make your patients feel as comfortable as possible." Dr. Smothers noticed Darcie's eyes make contact with her own. Both busty brunettes couldn't help but look at one another's huge knockers. "Dr. Smothers, you tits look fucking hot," Darcie hissed. "And yours look very sexy as well. How do they feel," Joyce asked while she continued to knead Carmen's udders as the bigger brunette moaned and giggled louder. "I think they've grown some more," Darcie playfully answered as she brought one chocolaty nipple up to her mouth to lick with her tongue stud. "You know, it feels like mine are getting bigger, too!" Heather rose up from fingering Darcie to examine her own perfectly white breasts. "Hey Margie, do you think you could measure me and Darcie again?" The older saleswoman merrily made her way to Darcie and Heather. She only wrapped the tape under both girls' ribcages for reference of bandwidth. Then, she grabbed a couple of bras off of a nearby shelf and handed them to Heather and Darcie. The two busty vixens put the bras on to a perfect fit. "You're both M cups, girls. Those bras don't run cheap," Margie announced irritably. Hearing the sound of her manager's angry voice, Denise immediately did a double take from Amanda's huge tits to make sure Margie wasn't yelling at her. "Who ate some fudge," Dr. Smothers scowled at Carmen, Darcie, and Heather. "Sorry," Darcie hesitantly confessed. "I felt a little munchy and wanted some chocolate." Upon hearing Darcie's story, a hypothesis formed in Denise's head why the three busty girls had gotten bustier. "Wait a minute. Did you and Heather kiss after you ate the fudge," Denise questioned Darcie. "Yeah, I'm sure we did. What about it?" "Shit," Denise slapped her forehead, causing her massive teats to jiggle. "Carmen, I made your tits even bigger! I'm so sorry. I didn't know... "Don't worry. I'm having way too much fun with these things to be upset about them getting bigger," Carmen girlishly interrupted while she squeezed her own melons. "Also, Denise and Kerry are great tit suckers and I'm going to love those two hotties sucking my even-bigger jugs." "Do you mind if I help?" Denise took a few steps towards Carmen just as Margie clamped her fingers around her employee's arm. "Not so fast, Denise. I've just measured Jen and Amanda and they both are M cups like Darcie and Heather. If you ask me, that's almost unheard of. You're the only one who's measurements I don't know. Now, turn around please." "What? I can measure myself, thank you," Denise sounded almost like a petulant child towards her boss, but lost her feistiness when Margie physically spun her around and wrapped the tape around her body. Denise tried not to allow her sexual urges to spill out towards her boss. It just seemed too weird to do the things she was doing with the other girls to a woman who was much older than her. The raven-haired salesgirl pulled herself away from her boss as Margie gradually became less interested in the measuring and more interested in paying with Denise's sensitive nipples. "Okay," Denise giggled uncomfortably. "How big am I now?" She brought her fingers up to pinch her nipples to keep the heavenly sensations Margie brought to her running through her own breasts. "You're an F cup," Margie replied matter-of-factly. A newfound sense of joy washed over Denise's face. Her thoughts were of nothing but triumph as she fondled and played with her newly grown sucklers. She brought one of her own nipples up to her mouth and rolled her tongue around the stretched out areola. The pleasure surging through her body was too much as she reached an amazing orgasm from just sucking her own hooters. The raven-haired cutie's knees wobbled and brought her closer to the floor. Seeing her employee's balance falter, Margie quickly rushed to Denise's aid. As soon as Margie's hands caught hold of the younger girl's upper arms, they helped balance Denise up and traveled their way around her back to embrace her throughout her moment of euphoria. All of the girls on the sales floor seemed to gravitate towards Denise's somewhat embarrassing situation. Jen and Amanda were taking turns sucking each other's sweet nipples when Amanda looked up and saw Denise go limp against Margie's body. All the beautifully busty women gathered closer to watch as Margie kneeled down while still supporting her employee and suckled at her engorged teats. Most of the girls in the group continued to pull at their bigger nipples. Some of them palmed at their entire areolas, some of which couldn't be covered by their hands. "How do you feel, Denise," Jen asked. The raven-haired goddess' demeanor was that of a character in a "Nightmare on Elm Street" movie trying to stay awake. Denise's mind was far from falling asleep, she was on cloud nine reveling in the pleasures Margie's tongue kept introducing to her big nipples. Denise's eyes widened as if she was trying to get a handle on reality while having a crazy acid trip. "Great," she smiled. "Oh shit," Jen gasped. Her hands frantically pushed on her boobs as if to put them back inside her. Seeing how futile her actions were, the brunette director cradled each mammary in her palms. Her hands explored more and more of her titflesh. The girls surrounding her began to ascend on Jen as she played with her own fun bags. Then, Jen snapped back to her senses just as the girls were inches away from her. "Stop! We have a problem." Upon hearing Jen's stern voice, Dr. Smothers whisked herself to the busty director. "What's wrong? Do you feel any pain?" Joyce felt around Jen's breasts. Unlike all the other times she'd examine a woman's breasts during the day, this time felt different. This exam was strictly professional to the letter. "No," Jen exhaled. The E cupped doctor did not let up her groping of Jen's breasts. "I've been so caught up in all of this... Will you stop that!?" Jen swat Joyce's hands away. "I said I'm fine! Fuck!" The busty director looked down at her own tits and back up at all the busty girls in her show. Some of the ladies began to catch on as they saw a look of disdain jump off of Jen's face. "None of us will be able to fit into our corsets for the Ren Faire." Jen brought her hands back up to try to squeeze her tits back into her chest. Knowing her actions were useless, she dropped her hands to her sides allowing her swollen, heavy mams to avalanche down her torso. The director let out a near-orgasmic gasp once her breasts ceased their movement. Darcie took a small step forward, ready to speak, but Carmen was the first to make a sound. "Does this mean we can't be in the show?" Jen raised her head, ready to respond. Then, Darcie had a question of her own. "Will we have to postpone it?" The brunette regained a bit of her posture as she formulated whatever semblance she could find of an answer. "How can we?" Every woman in the Bra-Gain Center could tell from Jen's voice that she was completely exasperated. "We've invested too much into our advertising and we're already sold out for the entire run! This is going to be so humiliating. I'm probably going to lose my job over this. Fuck!" All the girls involved with the Renaissance Faire couldn't help but hang their heads down over what had happened. "Now wait a minute," Margie said as she embraced Jen in a warm hug. Their nipples brushed against each other's for a moment. Upon feeling the sensations in her own breasts, Jen seemed to calm down. "You might still be able to squeeze into them," Margie continued. "Oh, I doubt that!" Heather's face mirrored the dry sarcasm her speech spewed out. "Hey, we can still try," Darcie exclaimed. The shorter brunette goddess scampered to the stock room and found the largest box in the entire room. Denise and Margie were right behind her. The raven-haired sales girl snatched a box knife from a nearby shelf and slashed open the tape keeping the cardboard cube shut. Wrapped in plastic were a slew of bright white corsets with soft rope-like cords criss crossing up their backs. The sizes were printed on an accompanying placard inside the plastic packages. Darcie began clawing through the box just as everyone else arrived. She was in the ball pen in a fast food restaurant's play area with the packaged corsets flying everywhere and her hugely grown M cupped mams swinging every which way with her lively movements. Then, the busty brunette came out from the wreckage with a 38E cupped corset she knew was supposed to be for her. Jen and Amanda inched closer to Darcie to get a better look as she tore the garment out of its plastic detention. Darcie pulled the cords to their maximum limit and lifted the corset over her head. She pulled it over her shoulders and couldn't get any further. Upon pulling the garment off of her head, her face revealed a smile to hint to everyone she was just teasing. Then, she stepped into the top opening of the corset and pulled it up. Not caring about the tie anymore, Darcie pulled the cups of the corset up and tried her hardest to stuff her enormous tits into it. She pushed as hard as she could until she felt the cord slip out of all the grommets and flail down to the floor. All of the women stood mouths agape at the phenomenal sight. Darcie dropped the corset and brought her hands back up to cup her large, firm boulders. Amanda came up behind Darcie and scooped up the corset's cord. "Well, we know there's two corsets we can cancel the order on." Amanda's voice seemed somewhat disappointed. "What do you mean by two?" Darcie twirled around to Amanda, their nipples less than an inch away from each other. "Shit Darcie, I was an F cup before all this happened," Amanda explained as she cupped her M cupped knockers and jiggled them in her palms. "You've proven to me at least that there's no reason for me to try mine on." "I'm sorry to screw up your show," Denise apologized with her deepest sincerity. "It's okay; we'll have them for next year. If we even get to do it next year," Jen put her arm around the busty salesgirl. Denise couldn't help but bring her hands around to fondle Jen's M cupped mams. Jen smiled warmly as the younger girl played with her bigger breasts. Just when the brunette director was getting into this new session of titplay, Margie cleared her throat nearby. "You know Jen, you haven't paid for these corsets yet..." All the busty women shot hopeful glanced towards Margie and then back to Jen. "If you want to buy everyone in your show a bra instead, I think we'd be able to work something out. Besides, these large cup sizes are just about the same as a corset. It'd be something these girls could definitely use until the drugs wear off." Margie's savvy negotiation was not lost on Jen. "That'd be really nice. They'd definitely be able to have some great cleavage like I want for the overall look and more maneuverability than those corsets could possibly allow, but I'd hate for only an exclusive group of girls to look this good for my show..." Jen stroked her chin in thought. Her eyes perked up to see Margie's as big as her own. "Of course!" Both busty women shouted at each other. Upon realizing they both had the same idea; Jen lunged into Margie for a quick embrace. "There's still one problem: how are you going to get more of that fudge and get it into all of the girls at the same time," Margie asked Jen. "Hold on just one second," Dr. Smothers strode to the two older women. "You mean to tell me you plan on administering a drug without FDA approval upon a flock of unsuspecting women? Are you out of your mind!?" "What's wrong with that," Heather asked. "You did the same thing to me and Darcie." "That's a bit different!" Dr. Smothers made no effort to hide her defensiveness in her voice. "That was negligence on your part. You did not take the medication as it was prescribed." "Who the fuck told us there was nothing wrong with me and Darcie?" Heather's entire body blushed into a fine shade of pink as the conflict between her and Joyce escalated. Jen realized what the situation could escalate into and saw it was time for someone to act as a referee. "Whoa! Who cares," Jen pushed her way in between the busty doctor and her busty actress. Each of Jen's hands explored both Heather and Joyce's nipples. Dr. Smothers seemed to resist at first, but Jen's fingers pinched on of her swollen nipples and tugged her back into place. Both ladies' eyes rolled into the backs of their heads while the brunette director caressed their sensitive breast flesh. "This feeling is too good to be kept secret. In fact, it should be a crime to NOT share this with our friends. What do you say," Jen's words soothed both agitated women. Words were reluctant to formulate in either Dr. Smother's or Heather's mouths. After a few moments of passionate moaning, Darcie broke the silence. "Why don't we just throw an early cast party?" All eyes were on Darcie upon her announcement. "That's a great idea! In fact, I've got the cast list in my purse," Amanda immediately replied. "Okay girls, you heard Darcie and Amanda. Let's start making some phone calls and round everyone up at my house. Besides, I can't wait to see the turn out in the costume shop. God, I love these new tits!" A Special Treat Ch. 08 Darcie and Jen's lips were locked in a fiery kiss. The two M-cupped brunettes were making out with an amazing ferocity. Both hot ladies' gigantic breasts were pressing against one another. Their bare flesh was populated by goose bumps in the drafty air of the kitchen. Just as Heather came around the corner into the kitchen, she beheld the hot sight of Darcie's olive-skinned breasts contrasting against Jen's pale knockers as the two women delved deeper into their impromptu make-out session. "Hey Jen, I thought we were going to get your apartment ready for the party and not have sex like we agreed at the bra shop." Heather strutted towards the two huge breasted lovers as she undid the tie to her halter top behind her neck. Her alabaster 34M-cupped knockers jiggled with each step she took. Darcie and Jen couldn't help but ogle as they watched the sultry redhead come towards them, oozing out a dire need for sex. "Excuse me," Nelly chirped. The three topless sex goddesses turned to see their other three friends standing before them. Nelly's almost-skin-tight, beige V-necked top couldn't hide the cleavage her new 38G bra created by pressing her bulbous, sensitive tits together. The ginger-haired cutie's thumbs were going over her nipples through her top as she stood with her arms crossed. At her sides were Carmen and Amanda who were in the exact same stance. "Yeah, what's the big idea of making out when you need to be making the fudge," Amanda playfully snapped. The redhead's nubile fingers circled around her own braless 40M-cupped tits. Her fingers circled their way up to her pale, pink nipples playing peek-a-boo over the hem of her peach spaghetti-strapped top. "Come on girls, I think the fudge is almost done and that's all we need to get this party started," Carmen advanced towards the oven and parted between the three topless goddesses. Darcie, Jen, and Heather couldn't help but allow their hands to ascend on Carmen's body as she walked past them. The 42L-cupped brunette couldn't help but shudder as delicate finger tips eased her attention-hungry nerves through her white, loose-fitted blouse and her worn denim skirt. Her braless bosom felt full from the addictive pleasures coursing through her nipples and clitoris. "Okay! We need to stop and get ready," Jen suddenly barked. Her eyes winced as if she were in pain from the realization of her responsibility. "I've got two blunts rolled for all the girls we're expecting," Carmen exclaimed. "Go get relaxed and compose yourself while I take care of the fudge." Darcie and Jen kissed one more time as Jen pulled down her big T-shirt over her pale braless M-cupped sucklers and buttoned her Capri shorts. Heather couldn't help but give Darcie's left nipple one lick as she pulled back the ties to her white halter top. "Hey, you'd better make them even," Darcie cooed to Heather as she covered her left breast with part of her turquoise spaghetti-strapped top. The luscious redhead lapped her tongue at Darcie's exposed chocolaty nipple until she heard the brunette cutie giggle. Darcie let out a gasp as Heather stopped licking. The hot redhead brought her lips up to Darcie's as she tied the halter top behind her neck. Darcie adjusted her straps on her top and led the girls into Jen's living room where Carmen had a glass tray placed on the coffee table holding two blunts and a small pile of ground up weed. All the girls sat close to each other around the coffee table, their huge breasts resting on the background of the wood's glossy finish. Jen contemplated taking up a blunt and a lighter, but her notion was wrested from her priorities as she noticed what the other girls were in the process of doing. To her right, Heather and Amanda giggled and prodded at each other's huge breast flesh. They playfully came on to one another and intentionally allowed it to go too far. Amanda savagely groped Heather's huge melons. The only response Heather could muster was by pinching and pulling Amanda's sensitive nipples through her top. Both girls continued their soft core groping and advanced it up to light caresses up and down their supple valleys of cleavage. Darcie's gigantic heaving tits were tormenting Jen to her left. The cute shorty was laid back against the front of the couch, her M-cupped heavies bulging out more and more on all sides of her top's spaghetti straps. The brunette hottie's areolas were edging their way to the willowy top hem of the garment. The hot brunette's small fingers massaged her clitoris through her Daisy Dukes and made their way to her huge knockers until Darcie realized what she was doing and pulled them away. Nelly moistened her lips at the sight of Darcie teasing her busty body. Her big nipples were straining the fabric of her beige blouse as they stood at attention. Watching Darcie's brown areolas inch into the open from under the turquoise fabric was making the ginger-haired cutie hornier by the second. The ginger-haired girl brought her hands up to her own boulders and massaged them through her shirt. Her bra's under wire nudged her palm, poking a realization into her mind. "That was awfully nice of Margie to give us these new bras." Nelly smiled to the girls, attempting to keep their minds off of sex until the other girls had arrived and got nice and stoned. She knew it was of no use with the insane libidos the fudge gave them all. Her own nipples writhed and pressed against the soft fabric of her 38G-cupped bra. "Do you wanna touch me or something, sweetie?" Darcie's coo padded into Nelly's ears, making the thought of abstinence almost impossible for her. Wasting no words, Nelly converged towards the brunette shorty. Just as their lips were about to meet, their intended make out session was thwarted by the ringing door bell. Carmen rushed in to see who had arrived, her knockers wobbling this way and that under her white top. "Come in," Jen yelled. Just before the door opened, the M-cupped director tried to push her super hard nipples down through the white fabric of her extra large t-shirt. No matter how hard she tried to keep the cotton garment from hugging her amazing heavies, it always seemed to be determined to taper down her abdomen. She quickly yanked her hands away from her gigantic mammaries as the front door creaked open. Jessica walked in first. All of her friends called her Jessi for short. The slender girl with shoulder-length blonde hair stepped into the room unknowingly forcing all of the horny, busty women to marvel at how her short denim shorts hugged her nice ass as well as the way her light blue spaghetti strapped top displayed the contours of her braless 34B-sized breasts. As usual, Jessi's pointy girls were straining the cotton fibers of her shirt. Next through the door was Bonnie's slinky figure dressed in a baby doll tee just a shade darker than Jessi's shirt and a pair of khaki-colored capris along with some cute sneakers. She immediately went to hug her best friend, Carmen. The big girl knew her caramel-haired friend would be amazed at how big her 32A-cupped titties would grow once she ate the special fudge. Carmen's pussy tingled at the thought of sharing this experience with her best friend. She watched in delight as Bonnie's eyes bugged out when she noticed her new endowment. Following Bonnie was the tomboyish, 34A-cupped Cammi with her grown out pixie cut tied back into two small pigtails. A wife beater with a green button-up shirt tied over it along covered her unencumbered titties. A pair of ripped jeans filled out above her smooth thighs leading down to her brown flip flops. She held a six pack of Bud Select in one hand and a pack of smokes in the other. "There's room in the fridge for your beer, Cammi." Jen smiled to the blonde tomboy while trying to mask her own gigantic breasts with her arms resting on her knees. Closing the door behind her as she entered was the healthy figure of Kelsey. Her hefty 36DD mams slightly jiggled under her faded cut off sweat shirt. The gray garment's large neckline hung off of her shoulder, revealing her silky white shoulder. She couldn't help but feel somewhat invigorated by the needle of air that penetrated the jersey fabric to tap dance along her bare breasts. The voluptuous blonde's sneakers led her into the space between the coffee table and the television. Kelsey's nipples turned to diamonds at the sight of all the huge breasts on her smoking hot friends. "Damn Kels, I didn't think it was that cold outside," Darcie playfully smirked. The blonde girl paused and looked down at her healthy boobs. A reddish tint slowly rose to her cheeks as she brought her hands up to her sweater meats. "Oh, sorry," Kelsey nervously smiled. "Anyone wanna smoke up?" Carmen held up the blunt in order to divert the girls' attention from anyone's breasts. "In here!?" Bonnie exchanged a shocked look from Jen to Carmen. "Why not?" Jen brought her elbows up to rest on the couch cushions, her giant M-cupped girls stretching the t-shirt they were confined to. "I know I don't always agree with it, but I know most of you are going to do it anyway. Since you're in my show, you might as well do it in front of me where you're safe." There was a pause as all of the unaltered girls shared bewildered looks with each other. "Besides, tech rehearsal's coming up and we all know how much of a pain in the ass that can be." Everyone sighed and nodded in agreement at the director's statement. Without any further comment, Carmen lit up the blunt and took a nice pull from the brown paper cylinder. Smoke billowed out of her plump lips and rushed up into her nostrils as she passed the weed to Bonnie. "Oh! Jen, I turned off the over for you and pulled the wine out of the fridge. I think it's chilled long enough," Carmen exhaled as a thinned cloud of smoke escaped from her mouth. "Okay, I'll go cut the fudge since it's probably already cooled down by now." "Mind if I come?" Darcie couldn't hide her wicked intent from the director as she saw the opportunity to pounce on one of her big-titted lovers. "Oh, I'm sure you'll need help with the other things in the fridge," Heather excitedly chirped. "Come on, you two. We can hop into rotation later." Jen pushed herself up from the floor. The size of her breasts sandwiched her between the coffee table and the couch, causing her T-shirt to pull down and expose an ample amount of cleavage as she rose up. Darcie and Heather were already up and scampering into the kitchen like a couple of giddy school girls just as Jen stood to leave. Jessi was handing the blunt across the coffee table to Nelly as the doorbell rang. "Nelly, would you get that for me please?" Jen sauntered into the kitchen and out of sight as the four unaltered girls stared in amazement at their overtly busty friends and director. The ginger-haired cutie took her drag and passed the blunt back to Carmen. "Just a minute," she yelled as she hefted her voluptuous form up from the floor and made her way through the smoky living room to the door. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jen walked in to see Darcie and Heather in a furious kiss. Darcie's turquoise top was yanked down to her waist while the top half of Heather's white halter was crammed between her voluminous mounds. Jen's inner labia were slick with anticipation for Sapphic lust, but she mustered all of her self-control to walk over to the two girls and push them away from one another. As the disappointment of being divided hit them, Darcie and Heather turned their attention to Jen's clothed breasts. The director fought more and more to not allow what had happened early in the same room to happen again and escalate until all of the guests had arrived. "Can you two give it a rest until we feed them the fudge!?" "Come on Jen, can't we just go to a different room and get off?" Darcie's bottom lip pouted out as she brought her short fingers up to her own nipples. "Not yet," Jen hissed. "You two think you're the only ones who're frustrated over this? I can't stop looking at your big, hot titties. I can't help but think of how much I want to suck your nipples so bad. I'd really like to go back in there and tear off Kelsey's shirt and play with her girls like they already are. Her tits are so perfect without this fudge. God, Amanda's an awesome tit sucker as well. I want to go back in there and play with her huge, pale boobs and..." Jen realized how much her own words were turning herself on as well as the two busty hotties in her midst. Darcie and Heather were leaning up against the cabinet as their hands cupped their gargantuan hooters. Their fingers would trace around their stretched out nipples in the process of them feeling themselves up. Heather brought one of her own rosy colored nipples up to her mouth and sucked feverishly. "Fuck Jen, don't stop talking," Darcie panted. "Yeah," heather gave her hard nipple one more lick. "Your voice is so sexy and I just can't help but get wet at the thought of you doing that with Amanda and Kelsey. Besides, your titties are so big and swollen that I wouldn't mind joining in with that myself." "I just hope Leslie and Clarissa get here soon." Darcie brought both of her olive-skinned melons up and licked her nipples with horizontal strokes. "Oh, I know," Heather groaned back. "Why?" Jen tried her hardest to keep her composure as she fought the urge to touch herself or her two sexy actresses. "Because they're the ones who usually get drunk and start the flashing at the parties first. All of the other girls follow suit," Darcie said matter-of-factly as she continued to twist her big nipples. "Yeah, most of the girls think they're all brave and shit for that," Heather replied with an air of sobriety as her caressing of her own breasts slowed. "Well, I have a feeling that it won't be difficult since I specifically invited only the female players. The guys should have no idea this is going on." At the moment she made her statement, Jen's nipples got harder. She couldn't understand why, but she finally let down her defenses and poked at her own sensitive breasts through her shirt. "I'd bet if we had guys here, every girl would feel uncomfortable." "Yeah, but not all of us," Darcie smiled as she shot a coquettish look to Heather and back to Jen. "Fuck, practically all of the guys in the department have seen my titties before!" Heather hefted up her pale melons for emphasis. "And the straight ones will definitely go ga-ga over them now!" Darcie's fingers glided through the air and stroked her friend's massive titflesh as she inched herself closer. "Come on, girls!" Jen's hands were cupping her boulders as she called for Darcie and Heather's attention. "Let's hurry up and get this fudge cut!" A mad bout of laughter caught the three busty hotties' focus. They all froze as they realized who had just arrived. Leslie, a short cutie with shoulder length black hair and a perfect set of 34DDD's, was first to walk through the door once Nelly opened it. She was dressed in a sheer white button down that covered a flimsy red spaghetti strapped top. Her ensemble was completed with a faded pair of jeans and her favorite sneakers. A slightly taller brunette with her hair worn in kinky little ringlets named Betty was next in line. Her plump 32C-cupped boobs were nicely displayed in a burgundy floral patterned blouse that was cut low enough to give a coy view of bit of cleavage. Like Leslie, she wore a pair of jeans, but chose to be a more stylish with a pair of black heels. The tallest of the three girls entering the living room also happened to be the bustiest of them all. Clarissa was dressed in a tight brown T-shirt for her stout body along with a green skirt and some flip flops. She had her faded black hair pulled back into a ponytail that measured about five inches and exposed her make-up neglected features. Her 38H's stuck out like they always did, but without the support of a bra. It was clear to Nelly from the outline produced on Clarissa's shirt that her big girls naturally hung down to her stomach. Just that sight alone made her sexual juices do a complete overhaul on her already moist cunny. She could feel her nipples get harder at the new realization of how well endowed her three friends were. It was amazing how she never paid much attention to Betty especially since they usually spent so much time together. Her fingers ached at the need to fondle her best friend's hooters. She used her talents as an actress to hide her crestfallen state from her friend, but found her spirits lifted when Leslie made a comment about her newly grown breasts. "Wow! We have a Victoria's Secret model in here!" Leslie's loud cackle of laughter caught on to the other girls, but it only stifled a few small chuckles. The short 34DDD-cupper reached out and grabbed the bulk of Nelly's bust around her stiff nipples. For emphasis, Leslie's fingers delivered a playful squeeze to Nelly's sensitive 38G-cupped tits. At that moment, it was all Nelly could do to suppress the urge to pounce on Leslie right then and there. She wanted to maul the short girl's breasts like mad. The ginger-haired cutie imagined tearing that flimsy red top off of her and buttoning up the sheer white shirt just to see Leslie's big sucklers playing a game of transparent peek-a-boo. Nelly imagined feeding both her and Betty handfuls of the special fudge and watch their healthy tits grow to mammoth proportions. Just to sate her desires, she grabbed back at Leslie's 36DDD's and giggled. A pink shade spread across Nelly's cheeks as she pinched on what she was certain to be her friend's small nipples. Shutting the door behind her, Nelly felt her pussy clench and knew she had a tiny cum from Leslie's fingers coupled with her quick fantasy. She leaned against it for support while she tried to keep her composure in front of everyone. "Hey girls," said Amanda. "Jen's got some wine and other stuff in the kitchen." "Oh," Carmen gasped as she passed the blunt to Bonnie once more. "You must try the fudge. It's to die for." "Oh no, not the wine," Clarissa laughed. Her massive 38H's slightly jiggled as she spoke. "You girls are just asking for it. Aren't you?" "It'll be okay," Betty's sheepish voice chimed in. "It's just us girls tonight. Remember?" Betty took a few steps to Clarissa and gently rubbed her palms over the bigger woman's clothed breasts in a display of faux seduction. Clarissa's ponytail flapped from side to side as she threw her head back in reaction to Betty's touch. "Oh stop it now. You're making me hot," the 38H-cupper blurted out in a lisp. Before the ridiculous situation before her could get any weirder, Jessi decided that the marijuana had done its job on her. The munchies had kicked in and she could definitely go for some chocolate. "I don't know about you all, but I'm going to grab some fudge." "That sounds really good!" Bonnie along with Kelsey filed behind Jessi as she made her way to the kitchen. They were cut off by the linebacker-like front made by Darcie, Heather and Jen as they strolled out of the kitchen with a heaping plate of the most scrumptious fudge all of the unaltered girls had ever seen. "Carmen, you'd better pass that over here if I'm going to eat that chocolate and not feel guilty about it," Clarissa beamed down across the coffee table. "Sure," Carmen said as she handed Clarissa the diminished blunt after she ashed it. "You three need to catch up." Just as the blunt got to Betty, there was a knock at the door. Without hesitation, the cute girl opened it to find three more of her cast mates ready to join the party. She immediately hugged the chubby girl who entered first. Danni's black T-shirt did exactly what it was meant to do: accentuate her curves in the right places and slim her down in the spots she needed it. She was not overtly fat, but her tummy fat was a rare aspect of her physique that would draw the attention of most guys. Her shorts were nice and tight and possibly would have squeaked like her sneakers if they were made out of pleather. She pulled her arm from around Betty's neck and smiled like she had been pleasantly surprised when she first caught the sight of Darcie's big melons spilling out of her top and seeing the rest of the bigger tits on a few of her friends. Her own 38DD's felt alive and the nipples hardened as she noticed a slight twinge of friendly jealousy towards her bustier gal pals. A Special Treat Ch. 08 Ashley's voice preceded her once she got on the first step of the porch. A few chunks of her brunette hair hung in her face that she neglected to pull back into a ponytail. A snug, high-necked baby doll tee covered her 38C-cupped girls as she clomped into the living room in her red platform flip flops that matched her wild red and orange shorts. A sheepish smile spread across her face as she saw the inch-and-a-half-long blunt between Betty's fingers. Bringing up the rear and shutting the door behind her was the smoking hot, black-haired Brandy. She was all smiles from the moment she heard giggling coming from the other girls and smelled the joyous smell of marijuana smoke. Her 34C's sat high in her purple halter. Her legs looked long and healthy in a pair of glittered jeans she complemented with a pair of shiny black heels. "What's up, girl!" Ashley's call to Betty carried throughout the house as she closed in for a hug. Upon turning to face all of the girls, Brandy could not help but to voice her curiosity. "Betty, are you smoking weed in here?" Betty nodded with her kinky hair springing to life around her face. She handed what was left of the blunt to Brandy who looked at both Ashley and Danni as she held up the smoldering brown tube. "What the fuck," Danni exclaimed with a mock sense of anger. "I thought Jen was a goody-goody who hated weed!" Her comment was followed with a smile and wink to let her director know she was just joking. "It's okay for tonight," Jen raised her hands, her prominent breasts raised further up her chest under her shirt with her whimsical hand movements in the air. "She just wants everyone relaxed before we go into tech," Amanda said matter-of-factly as she passed the plate of fudge to Danni, who took a sizeable chocolate morsel and popped it into her mouth. "Oh-Kay," Brandy rolled her eyes as she took a drag off of the shrinking blunt. "Hey! Don't Bogart that shit, Brandy," Ashley called as she sat down next to Carmen. Her eyes could not help but direct themselves to Carmen's swollen chest. The faux redhead's mouth sprung open involuntarily upon her discovery of the abundant amount of titflesh stuffed into the bigger girl's white top. The contours of her big nipples were clearly visible from under the fabric. "You want this or not?" Brandy held the miniscule blunt in Ashley's face. "Danni already took her drag." Ashley snapped her attention to the blunt in front of her. Not wanting to tear her gaze away from Carmen, she brought the smoldering paper to her lips and caught sight of Amanda's huge knockers. Sure they were big, but they weren't as nearly as big as they were when she last saw the chubby redhead. It was all Ashley could do not to cough up the smoke she had just inhaled. "Here, let me spark up another one," Carmen said. Her big arms tried their hardest to get past her vast bust line as she reached over to the middle of the table to get a lighter and a fresh blunt. Clarissa and Jessi happened to notice Carmen's turgid nipples brush against the edge of the table top and saw her stifle a small shudder of excitement. After the blunt passed the circle of sexy women once, it was obvious everyone was feeling all right. Most of the girls had already scarfed down two or three pieces of the candy and there was still plenty of it to go around. Clarissa had limited herself to one piece claiming that she was watching what she was eating. Just when Jen was about to ask the group who was missing, the doorbell sounded. All of the girls were slowed in their reaction to the door as Jessi, who was closest, got up to answer it. As she got up, the strap on her top slipped down a little. She lifted the thin piece of fabric back over her shoulder without a second thought until her forearm brushed against her breast. That had never really happened to her before. She was stoned in the first place and decided to shrug off the thought, but there was a tingling sensation in her nipples that would not go away from that small bit of contact. "Wanna go get some wine?" Leslie said to Clarissa as she got up and turned in the direction of the kitchen. "Oh, there's glasses in the upper cabinet to the right of the sink," Jen exhaled as she passed the blunt to Kelsey. "Yeah, I want some!" Heather was up right alongside Clarissa in their sojourn to the kitchen. Her pale heavies jiggled a few times as she strutted in front of Clarissa a bit. She turned to see that the drug might have started to kick in just a bit since Clarissa was nipping through her t-shirt. Darcie was up next as she tried her hardest to keep the top hem of her shirt from slipping down. Her brown areolas were still peeking out, but at this point she didn't care. A thumb and forefinger caught her nipple by surprise when she noticed Amanda was right next to her. She responded in kind by pinching the redhead's nipple as they made it to the entry way of the kitchen. If any of the other girls noticed what had happened, they were probably too messed up to care, let alone make any comments about their behavior. The front door opened before Jessi could grab the knob. Liz entered first with a six pack of multi-flavored bitch beers in each hand. She raised them up as if they were title belts and shouted out her greeting to all the girls. Behind her was the short and skinny Keisha, along with Nadine and Samantha bringing up the rear. Before Jessi could realize what she was doing, her eyes traced the exposed black bra strap on Liz's tan shoulder and followed it down to where her bulbous 36DDD breasts jutted out under the fabric of her black tank top with slashes of pink coloring. She wore short denim shorts that showed off her smooth legs that ended at her black flip flops. Jessi tried her damnedest to look Liz in the eye as she said hi, but ended up delivering her salutation to her friend's super short auburn hair. Again, Jessi was surprised that her eyes drifted to Keisha's perky tits. The lovely 32C-cupped girls were covered in a yellow baby doll tee with her platinum hair draped over them. She outfit was completed with her slightly too long ripped jeans and a pair of new sneakers that drew a complement out of Danni the moment she saw them. As she shut the door, the slender blonde woman could not draw her eyes away from the other two girls' tits. She had no idea what was coming over her, but she was very excited. Lest her sanity was leaving her, she would have admitted that she was flat-out aroused from the presence of these four ladies. Also, her titties just kept aching and needed to be touched so badly. Bonnie was feeling the same way as her dainty nipples hardened once she caught sight of Nadine. Normally, the A-cupper never saw anything attractive about the voluptuous Mexican chick, but she couldn't help but salivate at the sight of Nadine's 32DD-cupped breasts as they jiggled just a bit with each step in her green halter top. She wore a denim skirt along with a pair of flip flops. Bonnie wanted nothing more than to see this hottie with glasses without a stitch on and her silky black hair worn Godiva-style. As the thought in her mind gained more and more strength she looked down at her own breasts and noticed they were more prominent underneath her t-shirt. The hoop she wore in her right nipple poked through the fabric as well, and it rarely ever did that. Kelsey was already wet from gazing at Jen's breasts during the whole time of the group's casual conversation and the pot she had smoked. Her clit felt like it needed to be frigged beyond repair when she saw the hot mom, Samantha walk through the door. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, leaving her lightly-freckled face unobstructed. Her black t-shirt had the logo of her favorite rock band as well as her 36E-cupped mams underneath. As usual, Sam (as she liked to be called) wore her usual jeans and black sneakers. Kelsey gave the taller blonde a once over, and set her sight back to those huge breasts. Her big girls were feeling very constricted inside their 36DD prison, but she decided to ignore her discomfort so she wouldn't draw attention to herself. "Come on girls, get into rotation," Carmen said as she lit up another blunt and handed it towards Liz. "I'll get some in a sec," Liz shook her head. "Jen, is there room in the fridge for these?" The busty director only nodded as she took a drag off of an inch-long blunt. Her big tits wobbled a bit under her shirt and caught the attention of Betty who felt some uneasiness around her chest. Her nipples were getting hard and she just couldn't tear her eyes away from Jen's huge knockers. The cute, geek-chic girl also caught her friend Kelsey staring at their director's ample chest. She couldn't help but notice Kelsey's large breasts were look perkier underneath her loose sweat shirt. "Oh yeah, you girls should try some of this fudge Jen and Darcie made," Nelly smiled as she pushed the plate across the table in Keisha's direction. "Let me get one more piece of that," Brandy exclaimed as she snatched a piece just as Keisha was going for hers. "Well, I guess I ought to get some while I can if it's that good!" The skinny blonde squeaked as she laughed at Brandy's bold move for the candy. "Oh good, I haven't had a whole lot to eat today," Sam huffed as she shut the door behind her, bypassing Jessi for the plate of candy. "Hey, I'll take that blunt if Liz ain't smoking it," Nadine cracked to Carmen who passed the weed to the darker girl with a very bright smile. "And let me try some of that fudge, too." The busty Mexican girl chomped on her piece of candy with a wide smile as Jen, Nelly and Carmen exchanged looks from one another that brimmed with anticipation. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Liz walked into a giddy conversation between five very busty girls. The hot 36DDD-cupper always seemed to have an affinity for girls as well as guys, but her sex developed a bit of moisture when she laid witness to the ample valleys of massive cleavage before her. She always thought Darcie was the hottest one of all, and couldn't believe her eyes at the sight of her friend's huge knockers bulging out of her turquoise top. Liz could have sworn to herself that Darcie's big tits had gotten much bigger since the last time she saw her only a few days before. Heather's and Amanda's breasts were much bigger as well. Making sure to keep her cool amongst her friends, Liz took a beer out of one of the six packs as she put them in the fridge. "What's up, chica?" Darcie shuffled her way over to her short-haired friend with a glass of wine in her hand and gave her a quick hug. The brunette cutie's overflowing titflesh pressed against the tops of Liz's warm mams that were coquettishly exposed from the neckline of her tank. Just the small contact with her friend's breasts sent shivers through Darcie's nerves as she pulled away. It was all she could do to keep from planting a sloppy kiss on her friend's full lips. "Ooh, what's this stuff?" Liz was staring at the pan with a few pieces of fudge still in plain view as she opened the glass bottle. "It's some fudge Jen made," Leslie said matter-of-factly. "You ought to try some of it." Accordingly, Liz made her way past the five busty women and ate a piece. The busty woman let out a moan of appreciation as she rolled the candy around in her mouth for a moment to drink in the savory chocolate flavor. "I'm planning on asking Jen for the recipe and making it for my boyfriend." Leslie's eyes widened at the thought of pleasing her beau's taste buds with the sweet treat. Liz nodded her head with approval of Leslie's comment. "Speaking of boyfriends," Clarissa spoke in aloud tone to command attention to her subject change. "Does your man know you're going around dressed in such a skimpy top, Darc?" The taller 38H-cupper snaked a finger in the upper hem of Darcie's willowy top and wiggled it from side to side, catching her hard, fat nipples a few times. The short brunette brought her hands up to her newly grown 38M's and cowered away from her teasing friend. An embarrassed smile flashed across her face as redness surfaced to her cheeks. She giggled along with the other girls at the bawdy plight Clarissa put her in. Although she was ready to pounce on her very busty friend, Darcie settled for a taste of revenge by pinching the bigger girl's nipples through her shirt. "What about your man," Darcie spoke in a husky voice. "Does he know about these?" "Who doesn't know about these?" Leslie brought her hands up from behind Clarissa and cupped the taller girl's huge hangers just as Darcie pulled her hands away. Clarissa giggled just a bit as she turned to her very short friend and yanked on her full titflesh through her red spaghetti strapped top. It seemed for a moment, the weight of the situation sank in for both girls as they both contemplated on kissing each other. Leslie and Clarissa were both playing around and didn't mean to make anything seriously sexual out of it, but they were both very turned on and knew it. Darcie, Heather and Amanda watched with the greatest intent as Liz munched on her third piece of fudge. She too was curious about what was transpiring before her with Clarissa and Leslie, but sensing a bit of social discomfort between the two, she decided it best to divert everyone's attention to something less arousing. "I don't know about you girls, but I'm going to get into rotation." Liz scooted past Darcie, Heather and Amanda. Although the two ultra busty hotties backed against the wall to make room for her, Liz could not keep her breasts from pressing against Darcie and Amanda's. She just smiled once she passed the three goddesses and paid a quick glance at their massive endowments. Liz knew damn good and well their tits were much bigger, especially Heather's, but she did not want to embarrass any of them by speaking up. As she walked back into the living area, the tan 36DDD-cupper turned to see Clarissa and Leslie had not separated from each other. In fact, their faces seemed to get closer as if they were ready to kiss, but too coy to follow through. Upon Liz's arrival into the hazy living room, she noticed Jessi passing a blunt to Nelly, who was seated next to her on the love seat. It was very obvious to Liz Jessi was having a bit of a time with her top's left strap. It seemed like every time the blonde girl moved, the stubborn strip of cloth would insist on falling down to her mid-bicep. It was also very obvious to Liz that Jessi was nipping through her light blue shirt and her small breasts seemed to be more pronounced than she had ever seen them. Before she could give the attractive blonde's bust another though, Liz and everyone's attention was glued to Jen as she asked a consensus. "I guess we're only missing Kandi," Jen projected to all the girls sitting and standing around her coffee table. "You know her. She's always late," Ashley tossed her hair back in annoyance. "Yeah, she spends an hour and a half or more to get ready for a party, and she stays for the same amount of time," Danni retorted in kind. The girls in the living room either rolled their eyes or chuckled a bit and each broke off into different conversations the room was a mumble with talk about the show, gossip and clothes. Just as the shindig picked back up to its status before Jen's interruption, Kandi came clomping through the door in her pink heels. Her jeans were highly fashionable as well as her black, V-neck sweater top. The plunging neckline exposed a great deal of her tan 38E-cupped mams, which she always had a difficult time concealing. "Hey ya'll, what's going on?" Kandi deftly kept her balance while tapping the door shut with one foot and keeping the cake in her hands steady. From what the girls could see through the clear Tupperware container, it was chocolate with a dark brown frosting that was a near perfect match with Kandi's shoulder length hair. "A cake too!?" Brandy's wide eyes widened even more at the sight of Kandi. She realized her excitement wasn't so much because of the addition of the cake with the fudge for the party's snack quota, but because Kandi's big breasts looked so good being displayed they way they were in that thin sweater. The 34C-cupped hottie pushed the thought out of her mind and focused on getting high and having an excuse to gorge on sweets. "Shit, we're going to have some damn good munchies tonight." "If I would've known there were brownies, I would've made something that wasn't chocolate." Kandi sat the cake down on the coffee table, revealing a deep, wide valley of cleavage to the stoned girls. "Are you guys smoking pot?" The response from the girls was a roaring wave of laughter. "Here, you need to really catch up," Nelly handed the blunt out towards Kandi. "No, I don't," Kandi smirked to the ginger-haired goddess. "I smoked up way before I came here." Laughter erupted again from the group of sexy ladies in the living room. Kandi made her way to the edge of the couch beside Sam and Betty. "Hey sweet cheeks," Liz had strut into the living room just as Kandi was making her way to her destination. The two girls hugged, their large breasts pressing into each other. Kandi stopped for a moment and eyeballed the fudge between Liz's fingers. "Y'know, if I would've known someone brought brownies," Kandi began. "It's actually fudge, not brownies." Amanda strolled in right behind Liz. The redhead caught Jen's eye, nodded in the direction of the kitchen, gave a wide smile and motioned to her gargantuan chest with her fingers. Jen raised her eyebrows and mouthed "Wow!" in response. Her actions caught the attention of Nelly and Carmen who were trying their hardest to suppress their growing sexual desire when they all three noticed Amanda drawing attention to her breasts. Kandi had just turned when Amanda started her exchange with the other three ultra busty women in the room. "Whatever, I'll try some." The E-cupper reached over to snatch a piece of the chocolate candy and sank her teeth into the scrumptious cube. She brought herself to the empty arm of the couch and moaned as she chewed the treat. "Isn't this stuff great?" Betty turned to Kandi in an attempt to appeal for her opinion. The older, bustier girl just rolled her eyes back as she kept chewing on the dwindling solidified chocolate. When her eyes opened up, she noticed Betty's boobs were looking really full for her. In fact, the cute brunette's cleavage looked nearly as ample as Kandi's own. The E-cupped brunette looked around at the rest of her friends. She noticed all of them (Jen, Amanda, Nelly and Carmen especially) had fuller looking breasts. Her thoughts raced to the weed she had smoked earlier. The possibility of it affecting her vision in such a way crossed her mind, but it still seemed too preposterous. Kandi's sight came to rest on Liz, who stood in front of the very busty Amanda, as she poked the last of her fudge into her mouth. Liz's face slackened like she was completely inebriated as her teeth broke down the candy. The moan from her chest that she let out just before swallowing sent a funny vibration to her breasts. Both of her nipple rings amplified the shockwave through her nerves to her areolas. The sensation forced Liz's hands to see to her tender nipples. She just realized how sensitive they were. Without even thinking of it, her thumbs and forefingers were playing with her pierced nipples as she stated, "It's really moist isn't it?" All of the girls turned their attention to Liz. Her fingers were going to town on her nipples through her tank top. When the short-haired 36DDD-cupped hottie noticed all the pairs of eyes on her, she stared right back at them without taking her hands away from her breasts. "What the fuck's wrong with you guys!? You're all staring at me like you want to fuck me or something." A Special Treat Ch. 08 "Well, do you want someone to fuck you?" Jen smirked a bit at Liz, whose hands were in the midst of massaging her own tender breasts. All of the girls leaned in closer to focus on the short-haired 36DDD-cupper like lionesses on the brink of an attack. "Actually, yeah. I am kinda feeling horny right now. My nipples are really hard and..." Liz looked down at her hands rubbing her large mams without her consent. "Holy fuck! How long have I been rubbing my knockers like that?" "Not long enough," Amanda growled as she spun Liz around and kissed the busty, disoriented hottie before she had a chance to react. Inside the kitchen, Leslie and Clarissa yanked their lips away from one another's. They both had participated in such a Sapphic embrace plenty of times before, but they had drunk much more than they had this time. Also, both ladies did not get as turned on as they were after their tongues had wrestled. There seemed to be a lot of pent up sexual frustration for both girls in that one kiss. As they both panted a few times in the aftermath, both Clarissa and Leslie knew they wanted more. Darcie sent a look to Heather like she just woke up to a Christmas day with a ton of presents for herself. Both very busty ladies waited in anticipation as Clarissa and Leslie brought their hands around each other's heads and kissed once again. This time, it was a complete assault. The two busty girls' tongues rolled over and over each other as their lips closed into the kiss. Within a few seconds, Leslie's hands found their way to Clarissa's huge tits. The bigger girl's massive H-cupped heavies oozed out between Leslie's tiny fingers. When the cute, short girl brought her hands away from her friend, Darcie and Heather could tell both of their friends' breasts had grown some. More creamy white cleavage peaked out of Leslie's red spaghetti strapped top than when she arrived at the party. Clarissa's breasts stuck out enough to pull her form-fitting shirt away from her belly. The two girls pulled away from their kiss and looked at each other. Their eyes were hungry as they both noticed the significant change in one another's already ample bust lines. "Is your top falling down, Les?" Clarissa's hands came up to the shorter girl's breasts and weighed them without even making an attempt to fix the plunging neckline. Leslie drew in a deep breath as the wonderful sensations Clarissa's fingers supplied coursed through the bottoms of her tatas. Her small areolas crawled past the tops of her bra cups and became visible above her shirt's hem. Despite the beginnings of her friend's falling out, Clarissa continued to massage Leslie's big, sensitive breasts. Heather and Darcie knew the coast was clear for them to feed their lustful hunger. Just as they made their way to kiss each other, they jumped away along with Leslie and Clarissa at the sound of an up roaring twelve voices all at once. All four girls exchanged glances. Clarissa and Leslie immediately adjusted their tops as Darcie and Heather looked crestfallen. They made their way into the living room to have their eyes go directly to what the other girl's were staring at: Amanda and Liz were encapsulated in an extremely hot kiss. The redhead's hands were white ribbons slithering up and down the sides of Liz's huge tits. The growing 36DDD babe pulled away from the kiss to drink in all the pleasure she was getting from the bigger girl. It dawned on Liz for a brief moment that she had never thought of doing something like that with Amanda, but it felt too good to react in any kind of negative manner. The woman with the shorter hair pressed her lips back into the redhead's. This time, Liz took the initiative to maul Amanda's gigantic breasts through her shirt. On the love seat across the room, Jessi and Nelly could not keep their eyes away from what was happening. The ginger-haired cutie turned to see her blonde friend's strap had fallen down her shoulder again, but this time it was exposing more breast flesh. Nelly's pussy was getting so much wetter and her attempts at keeping her hands away from her own aching breasts were becoming more and more difficult to control. She looked around the room to see Jen on the other couch eyeing Betty like a tigress after her prey. The cute brunette unconsciously brought her hands up to her own swelling breasts at the sight of Amanda and Liz kissing right in front of her. To Betty's right, Sam was having a time not sharing the fact that the scene had turned her on. Her vagina was awash with her sex juices as her big, E-cupped sucklers felt a bit heavier than before. The more she allowed her eyes to stay focused on Amanda and Liz's kiss, the more aroused she became and her enormous, pale girls seemed to demand some attention. The blonde MILF tried to tear her sight away from the two busty hotties, but could not help but watch as their embrace heated more and more. Out of the corner of her eye, Samantha discovered how the steamy scene affected the other girls in the room. Cammi's svelte frame lounged on the floor against the coffee table along with Carmen and Bonnie, who were shoulder-to-shoulder next to her. Although she never paid attention to their breasts before, the busty blonde girl was surprised beyond belief when she noticed the sizeable mounds protruding against Cammi and Bonnie's tops. They both had to be very full B cups from what Samantha was seeing. A sense of wonder set in as her gaze drifted over to the petite Keisha, who was rubbing her thighs together where she stood. The stick-thin blonde girl's 32C bra was feeling rather tight around the under wire. Keisha brought her fingers up to adjust the tight band and also felt the need to rub around the sides of her needy breasts outside of the confines of her yellow baby doll. Her pussy slickened more at the intense sensations going through her tender udders. She knew what she was doing wasn't socially acceptable, but Keisha abandoned any reservations to the other girls' opinions. A slow and steady motion to her left commanded Nadine's attention as she salivated to the sight of Keisha's small hands massaging her breasts. The hot Latino's titties were feeling a bit sensitive when she woke up. She decided to let her 32DD jugs go braless and felt no need to change her decision when she dressed for the party. Her nipples were rocks against the fine fabric of her halter top the moment Keisha's actions sank in to her. She had always been a bit attracted to girls, but she never felt such a need to be touched by another girl. Her hands found their way to her brown-sugary skinned knockers and pulled the green garment to the middle of her chest. Once she exposed her lovely chest, Nadine's eyes looked up to find Darcie's a few feet away from her. Darcie's fingers were prodding and pinching the tops of her nipples above the hem of her shirt. She let out a gasp and Liz and Amanda pulled away from their hot kiss. Then, the short brunette let her eyes roam around the room as she saw the bearings of the kiss on the rest of the party. All of the girls were fidgeting in one way or another with their breasts and were in an obvious state arousal. Darcie's sight fell on her friend Jessi. The blonde girl's hands were on the brink of exploring her growing tits. "Jess, honey..." Nelly's eyebrows raised to draw the blonde cutie's focus to her breast spilling out. Her lips pursed as her eyes widened in surprise. Jessi's hands came up to give a furtive caress to her exposed mammary flesh as she attempted to pull the fabric of her top over her pink areola. "I'm so sorry..." Jessi's tone was apologetic and embarrassed at the same time. Just as she lifted the strap over her shoulder, Nelly the top hem of the blonde girl's top down further. Jessi's tender breast was completely naked for every girl in the room to see. As her cheeks blushed, the cute blonde took a quick glance at the rest of the girls. Most of the girls were intent on seeing her bare tit as the nipple hardened more than it did when Nelly made her remark. Darcie could see her friend shudder in sheer fright and ecstasy as the ginger-haired cutie latched her mouth onto the swollen pink nipple. She surveyed the room to find all of the girls' hands were either in or out of their shirts as their massaged their breasts with utter abandon to their surroundings. There was no question in the brunette cutie's mind that the pills in the fudge were taking effect, giving all of the ladies in the room an opportunity for an amazing Sapphic orgy none of them could ever dream of. A Special Treat "Are you sure?" Heather pulled back her hand in fear of hurting her friend. "Yes, go ahead. It's just that they're tingling every where. Especially my nipples. I'm afraid they'll be really ticklish. Or they could just... AAAHHHHH!" "Afraid they'll what?" Heather grinned a devilish grin. Her outstretched fingers were circling around Darcie's plump dark areola. The soft sensitive skin responded to Heather's touch by puckering up and turning into a wrinkled wad of hardened flesh. Heather let out a gasp of astonishment as her friend writhed passionately and began to slowly rub her groin while she played with her engorged nipples. Suddenly, Darcie let out a wail and the crotch of her shorts slowly became very wet as she came very hard from that small bit of tit play. "Motherfucker! Darcie, did you just pee?" Darcie tried to catch her breath and smooth her long brown hair out of her face and mouth, but it seemed like it was almost impossible. After a few seconds, Darcie finally responded. "You... Just... Made... Me... Cum..." Heather let out a loud high-pitched laugh in response. "That's so fucked up! How much fudge did you have?" Finally catching her breath, Darcie answered, "I don't know, but I had a few bites in the kitchen before I brought the plate in. Oh fuck, that felt so fucking good! Look at all that fudge though. We've got so much. You think this is safe?" "Well, are you able to get up without any problems?" Heather leaned back and looked at her sexy, bustier friend and smiled. She grabbed a lock of her beautiful red hair around and began to play with it while she watched Darcie move her legs to the front of the couch and stand up without any problems. Darcie couldn't keep her eyes off of her gigantic sucklers the whole time. "Well, I don't have any pains in my back. Damn, they feel so good." Darcie looked down at Heather eating another piece of fudge. Her friend was staring at her ass. "Don't tell me my ass got bigger! It was pretty big to start with, and it doesn't need to get bigger." "No, it's not that," Heather said swallowing. "This may seem strange, but I've never noticed how cute your butt really is. I mean, it's way out there, but it also seems like it has firmed up quite a bit." "Speaking of firming up; your nipples look like they're ready to cut glass." Heather gobbled the rest of her fudge and grabbed another square. With her mouth full she mumbled, "shut up, Darcie." "Shut up? What're you gonna do about it?" Darcie playfully got into a fighting stance. "Oh, you wanna go at it, huh?" Heather giggled and crammed the rest of her candy into her mouth. "I'm gonna teach you to make fun of me!" The red head jumped off of the couch and onto the floor. She kicked her flip flops off and did a little bit of a jump one more time and made for Darcie. In the middle of bounding over to her friend, Heather's heavy tits did a small bounce inside the halter top. Once she landed in front of her friend, Heather heard a small snap behind her and her white top fell to her waist followed by her huge tits. Both ladies stood in amazement at what transpired. After a moment, Heather said, "Darcie, Darcie, you've got to feel this!" She brought Darcie's hands up to her breasts and motioned for her friend to cup them. "Don't do anything. Just hold them. Heather breathed in and out normally. It took Darcie a little while to understand what was happening. Then, Darcie started tightening her hold on Heather's boobs, but her grasp kept slipping with each breath Heather was taking in. "Heather, I think your boobs are growing more with..." "Every breath! I know! This is so cool. Darc, what're you..." Darcie brought her finger up to her girlfriend's lips. "Shhh. I'm returning the favor." She formed her small hands against her friends glowing white mounds and gently squeezed as she felt her friend shudder in reaction. "F-f-f-fuck Darcie, that feels so g-g-g-good." Heather almost looked as if she was shivering, but the pleasures sent through her nerves coming from her large breasts seemed almost too much for her smaller body to take. Then, Darcie noticed how much Heather's smaller pale pink nipples had stretched along with her breast growth. She marveled at how rock-hard and pebbly that sensitive translucent pink skin had become just from her touch. Darcie brought her fingers around and lightly pinched her friend's aching nipples. Heather let out a scream of pure delight as her friend gently twisted and pulled her reddening teats. Heather's areolas were becoming more and more wrinkled from the small amount of tit play Darcie had initiated. "Does that feel good?" Darcie cooed to her friend and shined a reassuring smile to her. Heather seemed to be sweating a little bit at her brow. "Oh fuck, Darcie! You're just being a tease, aren't you? Oh, I wanna cum so bad! I feel like I'm so close." "Just finger yourself. It's cool." "No," Heather gasped just as she was bringing her hands to her waistline. "I want you to do it for me. Just suck my nipples, Darcie. I always love it when guys suck my nipples. Do it for me, please." Darcie wasn't only shocked with the request her friend had given her, but also with her own willingness to comply. Without a word, Darcie wrapped her lips around her friend's nipple and began to gently suck it to a bigger point than before. She even rolled her tongue around the areola and let her tongue stud send pleasure's through Heather's engorged, red teat. "Hurry, do the other one," Heather screamed! Darcie turned her attention to the other tit and quickly gave it a kiss before rolling her tongue around the bumpy flesh. Heather moaned more deeply as she felt her climax getting closer and closer. Finally, Heather felt something let loose inside of her. Her pussy discharged heavily three separate times in a row. Darcie felt the spasms in Heather's body with her tongue still glued to the hard nipple. She pulled back to see a darker wet spot on her friend's crotch that lead to glistening streaks down her alabaster legs that formed a small wet spot on the carpet. Heather's legs wobbled and she fell ass first into the couch spent. "Are you okay?" Once Darcie had questioned her friend, she could feel more desire rising inside of her. She could definitely tell that the sight of her friend's pussy juices seeping down her legs was such a turn on along with their growing tits. Involuntarily, Darcie's hands went up to her own breasts massaging and playing with her nipples while her eyes fixed their gaze on Heather. Heather took in a few deep breaths and allowed her breathing to ebb. "That was so fucking great!" I can't believe this, but it's like I've got a very quick recovery time after I cum. Sometimes it takes like an hour to an hour and a half. Now, I feel like I could do that all over again!" The sight of Darcie playing with her colossal titties made Heather's pussy tingle just a bit more. Her own hands slowly made their way up to her newly grown breasts and started teasing her sensitive nipples. It took Darcie a moment to actually muster her courage up, but finally asked, "You wanna continue this in the bedroom?" "Sure," Heather replied breathlessly. "I'll stop the video, but let's get out of these wet shorts and panties!"