Donuts, Spirits, and the Key to Really Great Sex

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Chapter One: Calendar Girls

Tamera shook her head and brushed a long strand of light brown hair back from her face. She was walking down the street, heading home after school. It was six in the evening, May the 3^rd, and it was hot.

�She shifted slightly and looked around to make sure no one was around, then reached down and unceremoniously picked her underwear out of her ass crack, from under her high skirt. Not very lady like, especially for the girls swim team captain, but it was just getting below one hundred degrees. Ladylike could take a hike.

�She stood five feet, four and a half inches, weighed 110 pounds, and was very fit and attractive. She had a curvy, toned figure, with nicely well-rounded measurements of 34B-26-34, and she knew how to carry herself. She wasn�t conceited, she wasn�t even aware of her looks. They just were, and she just was, and that was life.

�But for such an utterly unremarkable life as hers, Tamera had a very remarkable secret. She wiped her brow and crossed the street, entering the last block to home, and stopped for a moment to rummage through her bag, in hopes of finding a bottle of water.

��Hey, Tam, how are you?� The deep voice from behind her shook slightly, indicating that this boy was nervous. Unfortunately, Tamera knew who it was already. Her muscles tightened and her eyes went straight forward, not daring to look behind her.

�A voice sounded from the tree above her. �She�ll crack this time, I tell you.� A high-pitched, puissant sinister laugh filled the air for a second. �She just can�t control herself!�

�Tamera felt her breath starting to quicken and her heart started to race.

�I�m fine, she thought, Just don�t think about Makotu and you�ll be fine. But the tightening of her bra straps said otherwise.

�Another voice rang out from above her, this one light and musical. �Toouzie, why don�t you leave her alone?�

��Hey, this is her curse to deal with, Sharell, don�t get involved,� the first replied.

�Makotu started to round in front of her. �Are you alright, Tamera?�

�She glanced at his crotch. She didn�t mean to, but there it was. And there they came. In moments, her breasts were up to a D cup. Throwing caution- and her dignity- to the wind, Tamera stood up straight and ran past the man of her dreams. The dark skinned Native American looked so thoroughly confused, Tam couldn�t help but feel badly.

�Two years before, it had started. Magic, she�d learned, ran in some families, and in some particular ways. Her family- the Ashcrest family, formerly of England, now of Oregon- had two guardian spirits. Toouzie was a trouble making little imp who always wore the clothes of the day and made himself abundantly known to each member of the family� although, never more than one at the same time.

�Sharell, on the other hand, was a blond haired sweetheart that looked like a little girl. She cared for the family and did everything she could to love and guide them. Neither of the spirits was much over two feet tall, though proportioned, otherwise, normally.

�When Tamera had reached womanhood- or Toouzie's idea of womanhood (the day he�d noticed that his fifteen year old charge had breasts) � Toouzie had seen her think a rather lustful thought after Makotu Wind Taker. He had decided that this simply wasn�t appropriate behavior, and given her a little present. Whenever arousal reared its ugly head, towards a man, her breasts grew. Magically, she�d discovered the next day, they grew magically...

�She�d met Makotu outside of class that day and flirted with him. As her shirt burst into ribbons in his face, and he watched a girl with trash bag sized tits of perfection flouncing away from him, Makotu�s life had changed forever. To this day, he believed the entire episode had been a day dream he�d had in math� but he�d been a devoted tit man ever since.

�Sharell was powerless to lift the curse, and surprisingly she even agreed with it to a certain point. �It�s not right for a young girl like you to be thinking about things like that,� she�d said. �But I do know how to work that sick little monkey� I�ll get him to take it back, or at least ease it up a bit.�

�And true to her word, the parameters of the curse had indeed been changed. With a pure heart of virtue- meaning that she had to think about gas station bathrooms more than the average seventeen year old � Tamera could overcome her sexual urges, and get her breasts to retreat back to normalcy.

�She�d also, over the years, figured out a few other tricks to it. Like making herself cum so many times she passed out. That one seemed to work nicely. And of course, upon seeing a sublimely huge titted teen goddess masturbate in front of him, multiple times, Toouzie had decided to let that method slide.

�She burst through the front door. �Toouzie!� she called as she unbuttoned her shirt quickly. By the time she was done, the bra was beyond useless, but at least she�d managed to save this shirt.

�She collapsed against the front door, thankful that she had the house to herself for the next two hours, and lifted a massive tit to her lips. Toouzie had a thing about breasts. They grew, while her nipples remained relatively the same. Her aureole expanded some, but not much.

�Now hanging down to her naval and nearly spherical, her breasts were a sight to behold. If it had been anyone else, she could have calmed herself down, but not the strapping young stallion known as Makotu. Her hand flew down to her crotch and she began rubbing herself vigorously as her boobs grew away from her.

�She rubbed them with her left hand, feeling the ever-expanding mass of flesh press apart and away from her constantly, at a nearly alarming rate.

�Less than twenty seconds in, she�d cum for the first time, but she knew it would take a lot more than that to get the job done.

�Her tits were lying on the fake marble floor on either side of her by the time she came again- two dozen cubic feet of sweater meat that grew straight out from just below her collar bone, and didn�t start sliding downward for almost a full foot.

�Still her hand furiously banged into her sopping pussy as her arms cradled and rolled the masses around. By her fourth orgasm, her tits were each larger than she herself was- each weighing over two hundred pounds by the fifth orgasm, and sitting past her feet and farther out in width than five of her, side to side.

�By the time she collapsed from sheer euphoric overload, they had nearly filled the entryway.� With a sigh, Sharell appeared and magicked the poor dear up to her room, then magicked the puddle of juices off of the floor. Her poor godchild�s breasts were already returning to normal, but would she ever be able to find happiness?

�Makotu collapsed backward onto his bed and breathed heavily for two long minutes before sitting up and cleaning himself off. Had her breasts grown? Right there in front of him?

��Stop daydreaming about her, you sicko. She�s never going to have the kind of breasts YOU want, so just�� But that was the rub. Was it the tits or the girl he was so insane over? He knew he loved great big, gigantic tits. And he knew he loved Tamera� who was a B cup.

�And he had a habit of imagining how her breasts would look; right there while she was trying to talk to him� not that they talked much anymore. Not since she was fifteen, they hadn�t.

�He sighed and booted up his computer, then got on the net. His cat, Charlie came over to inquire silently about food by rubbing against his master�s ankles. Makotu looked down at the cat and raised an eyebrow. �In a minute. The new Mega Mams calendar should be coming out today.�

��How did you afford this car, anyway?�

�Tamera rolled her eyes. �What the fuck is it to you, Toouzie? Don�t I do enough for you, by growing great big fun bags and banging myself into oblivion?�

�The imp smiled. �Yes. Yes you do. Question withdrawn.�

�Sharell warped him into the path of a bus some four blocks away.

�Tamera rolled up her sleeves and got behind the convertibles wheel. She turned the key, revved the engine once, and started her CD. The first track was Born to be Wild. She slipped some sunglasses on.

��Hon, where DID you get the money for this?�

�A smile touched her lips. She wouldn�t lie to Sharell. Not ever. �I have Toouzie to thank, actually. It was his gift, in a manner of speaking.�

�She put the car into reverse, backed out of the driveway and sped off down the road. Moments later, a severely battered, grease splattered imp materialized in the yard. He coughed, expelling a small cloud of exhaust from his lungs, then collapsed onto the grass.

Makotu sat completely still staring at the screen. It couldn�t be. Had to be� couldn�t be! There was no way! Unless� could they really grow? Was that it?

�He�d swear that the gigantic model on the beach was Tamera- same face! Identical huge brown eyes, same fair skin, with just a touch of olive color, and same light brown hair.

�The body was the same- though more mature than the last time he�d seem her in a bikini� but the breasts�

He�d been somewhat surprised to see another of his classmates in there, but this one had used her real name. Sandra Henderson, the Double D Queen of

��This is Samantha. She�s an all-natural 44 Double H cup. Hold your breath, boys� she�s heating up the beach.�

�44HH? Impossible! But then� why all the daydreams? Why the fascination? Was it possible that she�d been growing for REAL all along? And why? And how?!

��You WHAT?�

�They think my name is Samantha Cold and that I�m nineteen� plus, they paid cash.�

Sharell shook her head. �Your father could see that calendar!�

�Tamera rolled her eyes. �Well then, he�d have a hell of a time figuring out how his little girl got so big� don�t you think?�

�No one, besides her and the two spirits, knew about her curse. Tamera had made sure of it for obvious reasons.

There was a slight popping noise and Toouzie was floating along next to the car. �That wasn�t very funny!�

Sharell made a tiny clicking noise with her tongue. �If you expect her to grow into a proper lady, you can�t be crude!�

�If YOU expect her to grow into a proper lady, don�t teach her to solve her problems with city buses!�

Tamera just rolled her eyes. She was a proper lady, whether or not these two would ever see it. Proper enough, at any rate. �You two quit arguing! I�ve got to get to Tennis practice, and I would appreciate it if you�d just go home for a bit.�

Toouzie smiled a thin smile. �No, I�m riled up now. I think I�ll hang around.�

Tamera sighed and pushed the gas down harder.

The sun was getting low on the horizon when Tamera arrived. She was late- as usual � and the team was already running laps.

�Tamera! I should kick you off this team! Fifth time this week! And we only practice five times a week, Girl!� That was Coach Henderson. The bulky lady had once been the weight lifting female champ of the state and at times it was easier to believe she was a man. She certainly seemed more interested in the fairer sex than anything else�

�You won�t, Coach!� Tamera tightened her shoelaces and started around the track.

The she-giant stomped her foot. �And why not?!�

The teenager sighed. �Because I�m the best you�ve got, hands down.� She pulled away down the track.

Erika Henderson furrowed her brow. �Well, that IS true��

By the time they were finished, sex, thankfully, could not have been farther from Tamera�s mind. She supposed that was one reason she was so into sports. If you kept yourself tired and worn down enough, it was hard for anything to get you aroused.

Right now, she was much more focused on whether or not her lungs would explode causing a wholly different kind of chest growth.

�All right, Ladies!� seven members of the team were male, but that had never mattered to Coach. �Good sprints! I want you to pair off and take a section of board. Pretend you and your partner are playing ping pong- fast as you can, Team! I want to see SPEED on these tennis balls!�

The team split quickly, and Tamera found herself, once again, stuck with Henderson�s bitch of a daughter, Sandra.

Sandra was what every boy in school wanted. She had long black hair, firm, toned legs, a righteous ass, and big perfect tits. Unlike her mother, Sandra had no interest in sports� unless relentless flirting and getting boys to take her shopping was a sport.

�How are we tonight, little Miss Muffet?�

Tamera smiled her sweetest. �Fine, how are the bitch lessons going? Learn how to commit insurance fraud yet?�

Sandra smiled her slow, patient smile. �Insurance Fraud?�

�I just assumed the next step was to marry a guy and kill him off for the money.�

�Not a bad idea, actually. You should come over to the dark side once in awhile. It�s really pretty fun.�

Tamera whacked the ball as hard as she could, fully expecting to hit the bitch in her fat mouth.

Instead, it was suddenly coming back at her with just as much ferocious speed. She barely countered, and the two began to swing for all they were worth.

Back and forth the ball went, each girl leaping and sprawling and stretching for the small green blur.

A crowd began to gather, and as seconds turned to minutes, the entire team surrounded them in a loose circle. Eventually Coach Henderson came to break them up, but she, too, became entranced by the competition and fell to watching.

Suddenly, a shrill voice took Tamera�s attention. �Alright, girl on girl! SHWEET!�

As the ball came forward, smack into the middle of her forehead, Tamera�s head snapped backwards. As she fell to the ground, she saw Toouzie sitting on top of the court fences.

A large �Oooooh� went through the crowd and the team began to disperse. Sandra offered her a hand, which Tamera rejected as she climbed to her feet.

A beefy hand clamped down on either of their shoulders from behind. �Girls, I haven�t seen playing like that in a high school team since I was in school! If you can play like that at the state finals, we�re shoe-ins for the championship!�

Tamera shook the hand off her shoulder. �Thanks Coach. We�ll do our best� right Sandra?�

Sandra wasn�t going to be at the finals. She�d long since made it common knowledge that she was going to give herself to a guy that day- a first for the otherwise slut-aholic. In four years of relentless teasing, flirting, and making out, Sandra had yet to lose her virginity, if her story was to be believed.

She smiled and said in a sickeningly cheery voice she reserved for her mother, �Righteo, Tam! I�ll be there in stars!�

Her mother guffawed a manly clap of laughter and set off down the court.

Sandra turned on her. �What the hell was that about?�

Tamera picked up her racket. �You know, you�re a real bitch. Maybe you should actually get involved once in awhile. Do something for someone OTHER than yourself and-�

Suddenly she felt it, and realized that Toouzie had been mumbling for some time. Unconsciously, she must have been listening to him whisper things like, �Long� hard� turgid� pulsing� red� fleshy�� because suddenly, there was a heat down below. And something else.

Without a word more, Tamera turned and fled across the court towards the shower rooms.

Every step felt her breasts bounce lower and lower, pressing farther and farther out. Before she was halfway across the court, her shirt was stretching � and this was no cotton blend with a lot of give, this was an already form fitting team shirt with no stretch to it.

Her bra snapped audibly as she reached the edge of the courts, her JJ cups slugging backward into her lungs on every down step, forcing the much-needed air out of her. Tamera wrapped her arms around them and hefted them close so no one would get a good look as she hauled her ass into the showers.

By the time she was in there, the shirt had a large creaking patch in the shape of a V going outward from the collar. It was almost transparent in this spot and breathing was now impossible.

With a sigh, Tamera shrugged off the thigh length skirt she was wearing, kicked off her sandals, and stepped into the showers. She turned four on, quickly obscuring the room in steam as she fell against a wall and started rubbing her clit through her now water transparent cotton panties.

This was all it took to cause a three-inch surge of growth and with a noise like thunder the shirt split down the middle and fell away from the basketballs she was supporting.

Reaching up, blindly, Tamera managed to locate a bottle of shampoo. She drizzled it over her breasts and began to rub the slick gel back and forth, lathering up her ever-growing tits.

The sensitive nipples were still within reach, and Tamera used this. She came instantly as she grabbed and pulled them for the first time, and again two more times as she continued her play. Her mind began to go fuzzy as her nips grew out of reach; her right hand flew to her cunt as her left squashed as much of the two monsters together as it could.

Finally, she felt her mind slip into blissful thoughtlessness, and though she didn�t black out, Tamera felt them stop. Sitting up, and thinking about the right state her life had become, her breasts quickly began to diminish. Within two minutes, they were back to their normal size and Tamera had completely stripped and was in the middle of washing her hair. Why not, she figured, it WAS a shower, after all.

As she finished a few minutes later, she emerged into the locker rooms and took a towel someone handed out to her. �Thanks,� she said lightly as she wrapped her sopping hair up, humming to herself.

Tamera crossed into the bathrooms and began to dry her hair in front of the mirror, then stopped, an icy chill running through her breast and down her back. She turned slowly to see who had given her the towel.

Sandra was staring at her, eyes wider than normal, a playful smiled on her lips. �Well, Tammy, my dear, that�s just something you don�t see every day��

Tamera�s mouth fell open and her right hand went up to it.

Sandra nodded. �I followed you in here and watched your whole little exposition� Again, it�s just not something you see every day.�

As her mind flitted through ideas, things to say, and ways she could kill Sandra and not be found out, the pale study in female anatomy handed her another towel and started out. �Don�t worry. I won�t say a word to anyone.�

The door banged shut behind her and if Tamera hadn�t been so shocked, she would probably have noticed the large wet patch on the front of Sandra�s skirt.

�What am I gonna do?�

Sharell wrung her hands. �Well, Sweetie, it seems like you don�t really need to do anything. She said she wouldn�t tell.�

Tamera gave her a look. �I can�t let Sandra have this over me, though! Toouzie! Couldn�t you erase her memory?�

The imp smiled, �All of it? Sure! I-�

�Oh no you won�t! Or I�ll see to it that you spend eternity as an unkillable, powerless frog in the middle of the Gobi Desert!�

�Not the whole thing, Toouzie, just seeing me� like that.�

�Well I suppose I could replace it with-�

Sharell shook her head. �Absolutely NOT! No magic! It is NOT a toy, you two!�

Tamera stamped. �Fine, Sharell, think of a solution that DOESN�T involve magic!�

�You�ll just have to trust her at her word, sweetheart.�

The teen gave a side look at Toouzie. �Couldn�t YOU turn HER into a frog?�

Toouzie had a smile touch his lips just before he materialized in front of a jet engine 20000 feet above the girls.

Sharell sighed. �Tamera, I love you like you were my own daughter.�

�Then HELP me, Sharell, with more than just advice.�

The fairy looked troubled. �But it�s my obligation to make sure you understand how precious magic is. Only a hand full of mortals on earth have spirits like us in their family lines. Only two or three hundred mortals can work ANY magic, and most of them will graduate from humanity, and become like us.�

Tamera sighed. �But if I can never use magic in my life, you may as well not be magical. If magic has no place in the mortal world, take the curse off of me, too. Is it right that I should be under a spell like that? That I should have all the drawbacks and none of the rewards? Why am I being punished?�

She could see that she was wearing Sharell down. �I� Magic just causes more problems than it fixes.�

�I didn�t ask for any of those problems, though, did I? If you can�t help me with that, at least help me with this. I didn�t cause THIS problem either.�

The maternal spirit leaned back in the air and looked up to see the ribbons of Toouzie�s body trailing down through the air. They began to collect themselves. �All right� Give it a week. If she uses your secret against you at all, I�ll transfer the curse to her, and erase her memories about your little� embarrassment. If she doesn�t, you just have to deal with it, after that. Fair enough?�

Tamera smiled. �Fair enough, Sharell. Thank you.�

In the grass ten feet to her left, Toouzie�s disembodied mouth let out a low groan and said, �Ooouch��

The next morning, Tamera got up early for her swimming competition. This was a preliminary in the city to see which school in their district would make it to the state finals. She wasn�t as good at swimming as she was at tennis, but she was nothing to sniff at, either.

Her specialty was diving. Unfortunately, the tits with a name- Sandra- was also on the team. And she was also a diver.

For the first time in a long time, Tamera didn�t mind seeing her. She hoped, prayed, for Sandra to use her secret. That would be the perfect vengeance� although Tamera was fairly sure huge breasts would never be much of a curse to Sandra. Still, it would mean the end of HER troubles and that was more than enough.

Meanwhile, Makotu, having been up all night digitally comparing the models face to a two year old picture of Tamera�s, was pacing back and forth in his room.

The results were fairly conclusive. What few details in her eyes he could make out matched in both the magazine and the picture. The shape of the face was virtually identical, and the body was, excluding the breasts, undoubtedly similar, allowing for two years of maturing.

His mind was far from sleep. Theories, crazy ideas, and other breast crazed thoughts bounced around like so many rubber balls in a small room in an earthquake.

�It just� has to be�� he finally decided.

Makotu knew what he had to do. He had to face her with this. He had to ask Tamera how it could be her. He knew they could be fake, or professional quality morphs, but he didn�t think so. Insignificant, but telltale details told him the pictures were unaltered, and they just looked to REAL to be latex. But there was only one way to know. And that was to ask her. He set off to the school.

Before anyone was let in, all the trouble started. The girls were standing in a line, diving one after the other so that Coach Henderson (who coached every sport in school, except Hockey) could rate them and place their order. She was convinced there was an art to the order of the divers. And there always had to be an odd number of divers, and an even number of swimmers. The teams had long since given up trying to figure out those superstitions.

Standing behind her, Sandra tiredly played with her hair and kept adjusting her boobs to give them the maximum lift she could.

In truth, it was ludicrous for a girl with DD tits to be a diver, and Sandra could never be truly good at it, as a result. But the team had had six divers at the beginning of the term, and Coach had been convinced that Seven would win them the state title.

With two people ahead of her, Tamera was anxious to get diving. She always felt better once she�d gone through her dives a few times, and gotten her body nice and used to the water.

Sandra leaned forward. �You ever checked out Brad�s package?�

Tamera felt her eyes flicker towards Brad Westwood, one of the more muscular swimmers on the team. She managed to hold them back and stared at the water.

�I�ll bet he has a nice� biiig� cock� With a Huuuge Purple head� Can�t you just imagine having it push into your sopping wet-�

Tamera turned on a dime and fled into the swimming pools showers. Two shower rooms in two days, she thought. Still, she wouldn�t be defeated this time. Her breasts edged towards a D cup, and Tamera calmed herself, took deep breaths, and thought about the sky. Thinking about things like the sky, starry nights, and the ocean were her favorite techniques. The relaxing images had saved her from real embarrassment more than once.

Coach came into the bathroom. �You okay, Tamera?�

She cautiously glanced at her chest, relieved to see it was its regular size. �Sorry Coach, not feeling super hot. I�ll be fine, though. Back out in a minute.�

Coach nodded quickly and went back out. Tamera sat down on one of the cement and tile benches and sighed.

The door opened again briefly right as she meant to call Sharell and who should walk in but Sandra.

�So I was right. When you get turned on, your boobs blow up like the Goodyear.� Her hands were on her hips, with that same smug smile on her face. �How do you do it? Care to share your secret?�

Tamera felt her jaw fall open in disbelief. The girl actually wanted to have her curse! She closed her mouth with a snap and smiled. �Sharell? Come to me!�

With a small twinkling of stars, Sharell appeared next to her. �What can I-� she stopped, eyes locked on Sandra. �Tamera! You know you shouldn�t summon us in front of people!�

Tamera smiled. �Well she wanted to know why my tits get so big. I thought maybe you should explain it.�

The fairy struggled internally for a second and then spilled the whole story.

�So, it�s a curse?� the black haired girl said at last, after a few long moments of silence.

�It is if you want to live a normal life� Sharell, she just tried to get me excited out there� in front of everyone.�

Sandra looked back and forth between them. �What? I had to be sure.�

Sharell looked worried. �Oh, Sweetie� Don�t��

Tamera stuck her tongue out. �She used it against me, and you gave me your word.�

�Word on what?�

The teen looked back at the girl who was about to give her freedom. �The rule was, if you used it against me, you�d get the curse, I�d be free, and you�d never remember any of this had happened.�

Sandra smiled. �Oh yeah! Do it, Sharell! I could spend all day, every day, just seeing how big I can make myself!�

Sharell looked at the teen goddess, appalled. �Tamera, I can�t do that! She�d ruin her whole life, WILLINGLY!�

Tamera turned on her fairy. �Hey, I had your word.�

�Yes, but she didn�t cause you any harm, and TELLING her about our arrangement clearly makes it invalid! As it is, I�m going to have to make her forget about your secret now, or she�ll be nothing but trouble!�

Sandra took a step forward. �Now wait just a minute! I-�

She stopped as she heard a loud pop in the air behind her. Toouzie looked around lazily, before seeing the two swimsuit clad girls. �Well, what have we HERE!?�

Sharell turned on him. �Toouzie, so help me, if you don�t leave, I�m going to turn you into a firework and set you off right here, and right now.�

Toouzie put his hands up defensively. �Wait a just a moment, will you? I�m here to offer Tams a solution.�

Tamera took a step forward, �What? What solution?�

Sharell tried desperately to push her back. �Honey, don�t listen to what Toouzie-�

Tamera pushed the fairy lightly away. �Sharell? Please let us talk.�

The fairy looked insulted and vanished with a flick of her customary wand.

Toouzie smiled and rubbed his hands together. �Okay� I�ve made this for you.�

A donut appeared in front of him. �This is a magic donut. IF you eat it, it will remove your curse.�

Tamera didn�t reach for it. �And? What else will it do?�

Toouzie smiled. �I guess I really HAVE tricked you once too often, haven�t I?�

�Just the once, and it was more than enough, now what about the donut?�

�If you eat it, it WILL remove the curse� but it will cause you one final growth spurt, identical to the others, but permanent. Also, it will probably make you start giving milk but I can�t be sure��

Sandra inched away from the two of them as they talked. She�d heard all she needed to.

�How big will I get?�

�How calm can you keep yourself? It�ll make you quite randy, but if you can control your hormones until you�re done eating, it won�t make you grow at all� or you could always try the� uh� WET route��

Tamera tapped her foot on the cement floor. � I don�t know about this Toouzie� how do I know you�re telling me everything?�

�Because you have my word. And if that isn�t good enough, you ALSO have my word that I�ll remove the curse AND any remaining effects of the donut, if I�m lying.�

The imp was being honest, she knew. Just not entirely honest. She�d never be able to control her urges- that�s what he was counting on. And the �probably make you start giving milk,� thing was fishy. She�d CERTAINLY start giving milk if she had this right.

Still� could she beat him at his own game?

�Oooooh GOD!�

Both of them turned slowly. Sunk into the corner, in a stream of hot water, was Sandra. She�d just taken her first big bite of donut. One hand was on her breasts, which were already FF cups, and rounding the alphabet fast, while the other forced more and more donut into her mouth.

As she chewed and moaned, her breasts pushed quickly away from her. Tamera felt her suit begin to tighten as her own breasts began to push away from her more slowly.

Sandra had three fourths of the donut into her mouth, all that was remaining, and both hands were coursing over her now massive jugs. She played with them, bounced them, and pushed their ever-lengthening masses together to form a seemingly bottomless canyon of golden flesh.

Tamera�s breath was quickening and one hand had abstractly gone to her own breasts, each of which was larger than a double E.

Somewhere near a Q cup, with massively wide tits that hung down to her waist, Sandra accidentally swallowed the remainder of the donut. Her hands still flew over her breasts, only stopping when she�d managed to locate the nipples. With her legs obscured beneath the masses, Sandra quit moaning and closed her eyes as she began to roll her significantly larger nipples back and forth between thumb and forefinger.

Her eyes flew open and an almighty scream of pleasure came from between her lips as milk began to gush forth from the bright red nipples.

Tamera tried to shush her, but couldn�t be heard over the screams of pleasure. The second time she tried, all that escaped her own lips was a moan.

Toouzie, both hands on his penis, looked at her. �You�re almost as big as her, Tams. Good for you. And don�t worry, no one is going to know about this little show- I guarantee it.�

Tamera grabbed her clit roughly, screaming out as her own orgasm came, her breasts jumping forward so fast that her suit tore off in one clean piece, split straight down the back.

She rushed forward and fell tit first into Sandra�s own mounds. Wet skin to wet skin, Tamera slid her breasts down across her old enemies, and then rose back up to slide them across again. By now, her own breasts were larger than Sandra�s, but the dark haired girl had something she wanted.

Enjoying the exquisite pleasure involved in all that sliding, Tamera pulled herself backward, and lay on the tile floor. Sandra climbed to her feet and sat down, straddling her. For a moment, her breasts were pushed so high up, piled atop Tamera�s own, that she couldn�t see anything. Then, as Tamera�s breasts grew another four inches, they shifted to the sides, and Sandra�s fell into their cleavage. As her breasts fell against Tamera�s chest, the brown-eyed sports-nut lifted her head and grabbed one of the massive nipples, suckling deeply.

Sandra threw back her head and moaned, grabbing either of Tamera�s far distended nipples with her arms and pulling them back in.

As the total amount of breast flesh in the showers reached just over a ton, Sandra finally blacked out. Tamera had lost count of her own orgasms- she�d never come close to this size before, she knew- but still hadn�t had enough.

She finally pushed the unconscious girl down and maneuvered the thick red nipple into her waiting cunt. She rubbed it back and forth across the lips of her waiting pussy, teasing herself, then finally pushed as much of the breast into her as she could.

She felt a rush of pleasure as she kneaded the breast, feeling the milk pulse out into her. It only took one more squirt to bring her over the top, and as her own breasts began to rub back and forth against the walls, with her orgasmic rocking, she came again, and again, and again�

Toouzie watched as she passed out, over sexed, oversized, and still cursed, before releasing his own load. Thoroughly satisfied, he made sure no one would bother the girls, and vanished.

Makotu sighed for the thirtieth time. She hadn�t shown. In all the years he�d known her, Tamera had never missed a sporting event, unless she was sick.

This wasn�t the case, though. No one knew where she�d gone- her OR Sandra Henderson, for that matter. She�d been there, this morning, a teammate had told Makotu. But suddenly she�d run into the locker room. Sandra had followed her a minute later, but neither of them was in there now.

It was like a sick joke. Someone was just playing with him; that was all� And he�d had enough of it. Come hell or huge tits, he was going to find out what was going on�

To Be Continued�