THE WAY Kevin's love life had been going, he felt doomed to live out his days alone. It's not as if he had any trouble meeting women or getting together with them. He did rather well with the opposite gender, actually. He'd even been engaged twice. Nonetheless, he'd been compelled to back out of every romantic relationship he'd ever had.
����It wasn't that he was unwilling to commit himself to a woman, although he had allowed it to seem so, in order to spare the feelings of his lovers. The simple, inescapable truth was that Kevin loved big breasts. Great, huge wobbling breasts, in fact: the bigger, the better. Unfortunately, for reasons he didn't understand, he always became involved with small-busted ladies, and no matter how hard he tried to rise above his glandular fixation, he simply could not bring himself to pledge his lifelong fidelity to a woman who was less than well-endowed. It made him feel extremely sleazy that this puerile compulsion should rule his life with such fierce strength.
����First there was Barbara, whom he dated for years and then dumped with no adequate explanation; then Kimberly, who was his fianc�e for nineteen months. Then came Rhonda, Megan, and Amber, who were fun to spend leisure time with, but whose substance was as small as their bosoms, and Joanne (the second woman he'd been engaged to), who was as sweet as she was underdeveloped.
����Try as he might, he simply seemed unable to get together with a woman with nice big boobs. He'd actually dated a reasonably busty C-cup once, but her personality was so abrasive that he couldn't have endured another evening with her, even if her breasts had been so big as to require a wheelbarrow for transport.
����Now there was Bonnie. He'd been dating the A-cup beauty for some time, and Kevin knew that she was the kind of woman who would patiently wait for him to propose, without considering the possibility of playing the field. She was too fine a girl that he should string her along any further, when he knew there was no future for them. She needed a good man: not him.
����This time, however, Kevin felt compelled to come clean, and be honest about why the relationship had to end. It was a noble resolve and it made him feel slightly better about himself, until he actually had to do the deed.

"What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Kevin?"
����"I, uh — Bonnie, we — I don't think, um — at this point in our relationship..."
����"Yes?"
����"You and I have..." He'd split up with women so often, he ought to have become quite skilled at it, but he seemed only to get worse each time. "When a man, uh..."
����"Kevin, you're either breaking up with me or proposing, and I don't see a ring!" He dropped his head and didn't speak. "You are!" She accused, tears welling up. "You're dumping me! Why, Kevin? Tell me why!"
����"Bonnie, I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me."
����"Oh, please!" she rebuked him angrily.
����"No, seriously! It is me! I've got this — problem."
����"What problem?"
����"Bon, you're a great girl, and I don't want to mess up your chances for happiness..."
����"Well, you're going about it all wrong!"
����"This is really embarrassing for me to tell you."
����"You're not gay are you?"
����"No, no." He looked at the floor and took a deep breath. "My problem is that — I love big breasts. I can't help it. And I have to be honest with you, there's just no future for us because of this."
����"What?! You're dumping me because my tits are too small?" she shrieked. "And then you've got the gall to tell me, 'it's not you, it's me'?"
����As Kevin grasped for a better spin he might be able to put on his position, Bonnie picked up the nearest blunt object and began hitting him over the head with it. On the bright side, the object she chose was only a telephone, and the damage she exacted from him was considerably less severe than if she'd had easy access to a lead pipe.

That had been the Fourth of July weekend, and as Christmas approached, Kevin began to feel ready to come out of hiding for another attempt at having a social life. This time he was going to be careful and smart, he told himself. He'd hold out for at least a D-cup — maybe even a double D! A concerned friend had invited him to a Christmas party on a Friday night in mid-December. A fairly large group of mixed singles would be attending — just the thing to bring him out of his shell.
����Kevin had considered it a fairly dull party until he slipped into the kitchen to refresh his drink, and was taken aback by a lovely brunette who was talking with two other guests. Not only was she beautiful in a refreshingly unaffected sort of way, she also had all the right stuff in all the right places, including a pair of boobs that were so shockingly enormous, Kevin at first assumed he was experiencing some sort of hallucination.
����A chill permeated his body upon seeing the woman. Barely able to comprehend the full scale of what he was seeing, he tried not to stare at her as he refilled his glass. If this had been one of his fantasies, such a vision of extreme mammary development would be cause for instant arousal; but confronting the reality, he instead found himself shrinking in astonishment.
����She carried herself with the bearing of one who was comfortable with her uniqueness, wearing a white, sleeveless dress that clung to her curvy figure, brazenly hugging the expansive contours of her huge bosom and outlining her prominent nipples. Her tremendous breasts rocked majestically, jutting out from her torso an imposing distance, with gravity drawing their great bulk down to her trim waist.
����Kevin had run out of fumbling activities to excuse his continued presence in the kitchen while he spied on the ultra-bosomy babe, hoping for an opportunity to talk to her. To his delight, the man and woman with whom she was conversing appeared to be a couple unto themselves, leaving some miniscule twinkling of hope that this incredible woman might actually be (dare he think it?) unattached.
����Right, he told himself as he swished his drink around in his glass. Keep dreaming.
����Before he realized what was happening, the woman had walked over to him, asking if he knew whether there was any ginger ale left. Looking up, he saw that the other people were now leaving the kitchen.
����"Uh, yeah, I saw some in the fridge," he heard himself answer, amazed that his power of speech had worked in a coherent manner. He found a bottle and began pouring some into her glass. "Shall I leave room to mix in something else?"
����"No, thanks. I'll be driving home tonight, so I'd better not."
����"Yeah, me too. My name's Kevin Thomas, by the way."
����"Hi, I'm Marianne Martin." He offered her his hand, and as she shook it, her forearm bumped against the bulbous flank of her huge bosom, causing it to jiggle delightfully. Though the high neckline of her dress offered no display of cleavage, the material was so supple and clingy that it rendered an almost nude effect, which more than compensated for the lack of d�colletage.
����"You said you're driving home tonight — you mean you came here alone?"
����"Sad, isn't it?"
����"You're kidding!"
����"Why would I kid you about that? It's pathetic," she whined, brushing a wisp of her shoulder length hair from her cheek.
����"An attractive woman like you shouldn't have trouble finding a date."
����"Thank you! But it's not that I can't find a date — I just don't seem to be able to find a decent boyfriend who won't..." She stopped herself when she realized she was talking through clenched teeth. "I'm sorry — can you tell I just got dumped?"
����"You?" he asked, incredulous.
����Though a lot of guys might have said such a thing simply to flatter her, hoping for a romp in bed, she found Kevin's guileless astonishment charming. "I don't mean to burden you with that, when we've just met."
����"Actually, I don't mind at all. Go ahead and unload if you want to — I've been told I'm a good listener."
����"Well, you're a rare breed. Let's go outside onto the deck so we can hear each other better," she suggested.
����The music's intense thumping receded as they stepped out the back door, where the cold night air enveloped them, a refreshing change from the overly warm, carbon dioxide laden atmosphere indoors. They sat on a bench that looked out though the darkness on a well-kept back lawn. Neither of them spoke for a while as they enjoyed the peaceful ambience.
����Finally, Marianne sighed, "This is nice."
����Nice? It was all Kevin could do to restrain himself from doing back flips. "Yeah, it is. So tell me. What kind of idiot dumps a girl who seems to have everything a guy could want?"
����"The kind of idiots I've been dating. It seems I have too much of everything a guy could want."
����"Too much?"
����"I guess you've noticed I'm a little top heavy?"
����He smiled at her understatement. "Yeah, I caught that."
����"Well, after I've dated a guy for a while, and we seem to be getting along well, there always comes a time when he suddenly chickens out."
����"How so?"
����Marianne released a resigned chuckle and shook her head. "Apparently, guys don't mind taking a big busty girl out on the town, but they're afraid to be seen with her in church or at PTA meetings, and they certainly don't want to take her home to meet Mom! So they dump me because my boobs are so freakishly large! Those are the exact words I was told once: 'freakishly large'. Or was it freakishly huge? Anyway, one of my former boyfriends even offered to pay for reduction surgery if I wanted the honor of his continued companionship. When I told him that was out of the question, he left me."
����The idea infuriated Kevin, but he felt the finger of guilt also pointing in his face. "So how did that make you feel?" he asked.
����"It hurt. It made me feel ugly."
����"Mm."
����"It's so unfair! I'd never do that — like, if I dumped a guy just because he was hung like a horse." As soon as she said it, she let out a snort of laughter. "Nope, I sure wouldn't!"
����Kevin smiled at her. He liked this woman a lot, even apart from her being drop-dead gorgeous and having the mother of all racks, but he was becoming uncomfortable about something. "Would you dump a guy because he wasn't hung like a horse?" he asked.
����"Oh," she said, hesitating. "Kevin, if I've offended you, I apologize. I didn't mean..."
����He chuckled. "No, I wasn't trying to tell you any personal secrets."
����She smiled and commented, "Good. I mean — I'm glad I didn't offend you!"
����"No, it was a hypothetical question. Sort of."
����"What do you mean?"
����Kevin took a deep breath. Here he was again, about to say something to a woman that common sense told him was suicide, but his mouth kept right on talking in spite. "I just came out of a relationship myself," he confided.
����"Yeah?"
����"I had to break it off because it seemed the right thing to do, but I felt terrible. She felt worse, though, and hit me with her telephone!"
����Marianne laughed, jiggling her huge boobs wondrously. "Sorry. I know it's not funny, but the way you put it..."
����"No, it is funny. And I deserved it!"
����"What for? Why did you feel breaking up was the right thing?"
����"Ah. Well, the truth is a little embarrassing, so please try to keep an open mind."
����"I'm pretty open-minded."
����He filed that away for possible future reference. "Okay. Here goes. My ex-girlfriend and I had been going together for almost a year, and I realized she was just faithfully waiting for me to pop the question. It wouldn't have been fair of me to let the relationship continue when I knew I didn't want to spend my life with her."
����"I agree with you completely. That's certainly not an excuse for hitting you with a phone."
����"Well, that's not exactly why she did that."
����"Oh. Okay, go on."
����"I felt obligated to tell her why I could never marry her."
����"Because you didn't love her?"
����"No, love wasn't the issue. The truth is — well, I happen to be attracted to real well developed women. It's more than a preference — it's something that goes way down deep inside me. And Bonnie's as flat as a board."
����She giggled. "So that's why she hit you."
����"Well, strictly speaking, she hit me because I actually said, 'It's not you, it's me'!"
����Marianne laughed unreservedly at that. "You poor thing — trying to be so virtuous and you get clobbered with a telephone for your trouble!"
����Kevin was decidedly relieved. "Thanks for understanding!"
����"Of course I understand! In fact, I love it! I've spent my life as an outsider among 'normal' women who treat me like I'm inferior, so that's a very refreshing story to me. I mean, except for the part where she hit you, of course," she added, touching his arm apologetically.
����"Thanks."
����"So," she said with a grin and a wink, "you like real busty girls, huh?"
����"I have to confess I do."
����"Why were you dating a flat woman, then?"
����"Good question. It always seems to happen that way, though. I guess buxom women seem unattainable to me. Especially good-looking ones," he added, smiling at her.
����She answered him with a twinkle in her eye. "Full-bosomed girls aren't born married, you know."
����"True, but it seems like they're always attached because men go for big boobs."
����"Not all men. And they certainly don't want a woman as busty as I am!"
����"Seriously?"
����"Sure! I'm so big I scare a lot of men off! And then the rest of them can't deal with it in the long run, like I told you."
����After a moment, Kevin ventured, "Marianne, I don't want to be pushy, but it seems to me that you and I are, uh — compatible in more ways than one. Would you go out with me sometime?" he asked.
����"Yes, I would, Kevin."
����Amazed and delighted, he forged ahead. "Great! Where'd you like to go on our first date, then?"
����Marianne thought for a second. "Y'know what? Why don't we let this be our first date? We're already out, having a good time together. It'd be great if we could skip all that nervous first-date crap."
����"That's a good idea! This is already the best first date I've ever had," he said. "I guess we're not being very sociable, though, hiding out here on the deck."
����"Maybe so, but I'm having a really good time just sitting and talking to you."
����"I'm glad you are! I am too. Tell me if you get too cold, though."
����"Just keep an eye on my high-beams — they tell all." Kevin couldn't help but look where her generous, well placed nipples poked out into the fabric of her dress.
����"So you're a breast-man, eh, Kev?" she asked.
����"I must confess." It felt good to have that out of the way.
����"Well, let me ask you this: what's your upper limit?"
����"Pardon me?"
����"What's too big for you?"
����"Oh!" A little embarrassed, he chuckled and answered, "Well, to be honest, I don't think I have an upper limit."
����"Never met a girl whose boobs were too big, then?"
����Kevin grinned at her. "Not yet."
����That made her smile. "My Dad's the same way. Mom's boobs are way huge, and the bigger they get, the more he likes 'em. I've always wanted to meet a man like that."
����"Well, you have now. I've always... wait — your Mom's boobs are still growing?"
"Yeah. We share a condition similar to virginal breast hypertrophy, except it's a rare genetic thing, and it's treatable."
����"Treatable? You mean someone invented a way to stop it? They should have spent that money to come up with a communicable form!"
����Marianne laughed. "It's a drug they normally prescribe for metabolic diseases. Somebody discovered that it also happens to inhibit breast growth in cases of genetic hypertrophy. I started taking it when I was 18, after I'd gotten this big. I mean, I like being real busty, but I had to draw the line somewhere," she explained, almost apologizing that her tits weren't even more enormous.
����"But your Mom doesn't take the drug?"
����"She did, 'til she met my Dad. When she found out he's such a nut for great big ones, she went off it, and her boobs started growing with a vengeance!"
����"How big are they now?"
����"You wouldn't believe it. Humongous! I'm flat by comparison."
����"Whoa!" After taking a moment to absorb that concept, Kevin cleared his throat. "Um — could I ask you a favor?"
����"Sure."
����"I've been trying to be polite by not leering at your boobs..."
����"And you've been a very good boy, too."
����"Believe me, it's some of the hardest work I've ever done; your figure is awesome! Would you be offended if I indulged in a respectful look, just for a moment?"
����"I was wondering when you would. Help yourself; I don't mind a bit!"
����"Thanks," Kevin said, lowering his grateful eyes.
����"Which do you prefer, profile or full frontal?"
����He smiled sheepishly. "At the risk of seeming greedy, how about a little of each?"
����"No problem." Marianne sat up straight and thrust out her chest, projecting her huge bust out to an electrifying degree. Kevin could plainly see the outline of her enormous brassiere under the tight dress, and the contours where her abundant flesh bulged from its confines. After he'd ravenously ogled her for a few seconds, she swiveled her torso so her huge tits were pointing directly at him, like twin rockets trained on their target. Her boobs jutted out so far that they filled much of Kevin's field of vision, and he could no longer see the lower part of her body. As he attempted to wrap his mind around their phenomenal size, he was nearly overtaken by the desire to wrap his hands around them, too — as far as his span would allow, at least.
����He cleared his throat. "Uh — okay, I think I should stop now." He returned his gaze to her pretty face, which was smiling coyly. "Thanks for humoring me," he said.
����"No problem. I don't often get a chance to show off so freely."
����"Well, any time you feel the urge, let me know!"
����She chuckled as she hooked her elbow over the back of the bench, retaining her massive bosom's electrifying proximity to him. "You really do like your women extra-well endowed, don't you?"
����"Yeah, I sure do. I can't help it."
����"Don't apologize to me. You don't know how good that makes me feel. So tell me, Mister Thomas, where do you live?"
����"Over in Belmont Heights. How about you?"
����"I live in Somerset."
����"Nice area."
����"It is. Too bad we live on opposite ends of town, though."
����"It's not too bad a drive," Kevin said. He'd have been willing to swim a crocodile-infested ocean of fire to see this woman. "Now, where would you like to go on our second date?"
����"Oh, I don't know. Suggest something."
����"Well, let's see. Dinner and a movie seems so clich�..."
����"Maybe so, but I'll never complain about either, if they're good."
����"Are you free tomorrow night, then?"
����"Uh, yes, I believe I am."
����"How about if I pick you up at 6:30 or 7:00?"
����She hesitated. "If you don't mind, I'd rather drop by your place instead, and we can take your car from there," she suggested. "Same time?"
����Kevin didn't know what was up with that, but he had no objections to a beautiful, sexy lady coming to call on him. It ought to give his neighbors some food for thought. "Okay — sure! Six-thirty is fine. Remind me to write down some directions for you."
����They each marveled silently for a moment how much they liked one another, and how well things were going, right from the start. It was a good feeling.
����"Are you getting a little chilly?" Kevin asked.
����"Yeah, the frost is on the pumpkins, alright," Marianne responded with a grin.
����He chuckled. "Do you want to go back inside?"
����"Not yet," she said, scooting close to him and nestling her shoulder into his armpit. "Let me snuggle up and you can keep me warm."
����He put his arm around her shoulder and found that he had a fine view, looking down upon her wonderfully huge boobs. What's more, she'd be unable to see him drool as he gawked at them. He watched their rise and fall as she breathed, trying to imagine what it would be like to hold such enormous breasts in his hands.
����"Kevin?" Marianne began.
����"Yes?"
����"I was just wondering if you'd do me a big favor."
����At this point, nothing was too Herculean. "Sure."
����"If you wouldn't mind driving me home after the party, I'd really like to have a gin and tonic now. I'll pay the cab fare so you can come back here and get your car."
����"You don't have to pay for a cab — I'll be glad to drive you."

After Kevin parked the car, Marianne took his hand and led him along the walkway toward her apartment. It was on the second-floor, and as they climbed the stairs, her oversize bosom bobbed heavily, an effect that had the young man's full attention, and that Marianne did nothing to curtail.
����They stopped at her door, and as she fumbled with her keys, she commented, "I share this apartment, but I've got the place to myself tonight." An interesting bit of information, that. She pushed the door open and led him inside.
����"Well, if you'll show me where your phone is, I'll call a cab," Kevin said, looking around.
����"You are a gentleman, aren't you?" she remarked, hanging up her coat. "Why don't you stay a while and let me fix you a drink?"
����"I'm happy to stay, but I really shouldn't have any alcohol since I'll be driving later."
����"Forget about driving and let me fix you a drink." She giggled as she strolled over to him and helped him take off his coat. "Kevin, I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything, but I really like you a lot. We just seem to click, right from the start. I've never been one for formalities or beating around the bush, so why don't you stop all this propriety and let me seduce you?"
����"Really? Well, sure!" he conceded with a big grin. "Seduction it is, then."
����"And to drink?"
����"Got a beer?"
����"Sure do. Make yourself comfortable."
����Kevin sat on her couch, his head swimming from this unexpected good fortune. Marianne soon reappeared, barefoot with an open bottle of beer in each hand, and after sitting down next to him, she extended one of the bottles to him.
����"Thank you," he said, taking it.
����They toasted each other by touching the long necks of their bottles together, and took their first sips.
����"I hope you don't think I'm too forward, Kevin."
����"I love how forward you are," he responded, involuntarily glancing at her huge bosom resting on her lap. Marianne straightened her posture just perceptibly, as Kevin continued, "I think you already know I'm incredibly attracted to you. I wanted you the first time I saw you. And besides, I really like you a lot! The only reason I haven't been just as forward with you is because I didn't want to scare you off!"
����Angling her mammiferous torso toward him, she draped her arm over the couch's backrest and played her fingers across his shoulder. "You won't scare me off. In fact, I'm very glad you're a big-breast man," she said.
����Kevin chuckled. "I've never been more glad to be one," he answered, unabashedly ogling her extraordinary bounty. Lifting his eyes to hers, he asked, "May I touch you, Marianne?"
����With a twinkle in her eye, she smiled as she set her bottle aside and said, "Please do!"
����He set down his beer too, and as he moved a hand toward her huge bosom, she arched her back, pushing it out for him. He stroked her broad curvature, marveling at the extreme size that the woman's bust had attained, and savoring every second of the encounter. Before long, his other hand insisted that it should be allowed to play as well, and Kevin repositioned himself to allow that.
����As he caressed Marianne's giant tits, she closed her eyes and clasped her hands over his, grunting with pleasure. It delighted Kevin to think that his touch might provide her even a fraction of the thrill he was getting from it. Indeed, she seemed to be enjoying their foreplay every bit as much, as witnessed by the profound distension of her big nipples against the fabric of her dress. He cupped them in his palms and gently rubbed little circles around them, enlarging them to their fullest extent.
����"Kevin," she sighed, "you're making me feel so good! Why don't I unwrap them for you, and we can play with nothing between us."
����"That'd be fantastic! Your breasts are really incredible, Marianne — I'm overwhelmed!"
����She smiled at him and winked. "Now, I have to warn you," she said as she reached behind her back and grasped the zipper of her dress, "the bra I'm wearing is made with heavy elastic, and it's very tight on me. It was designed to compress my boobs and minimize their size, and it does a pretty good job."
����Kevin ceased fondling her for a moment, contemplating that statement, and then asked incredulously, "It does?"
����"Uh-huh. Big as they look now, the grim truth is that they're even bigger. I just want you to be prepared," she said sternly.
����After pulling the zipper down her back, she slipped her arms out of the dress and pulled its bodice off her huge bust, letting the garment fall around her waist. Enthralled, Kevin studied the sight of her tremendous bosom, which jutted out from her torso extravagantly within the confines of her industrial-strength brassiere. From its deeply cut neckline, Marianne's phenomenal glands bulged out lavishly, pleading to be free. When she thrust out her chest and reached behind her back to unfasten the clasps, it made her giant boobs seem to swell up before his eyes. Just as his mind was nearly able to accept what he was seeing, she peeled the huge bra away and her immense breasts came bouncing nakedly into view. They were the mythical tits of his most overdeveloped fantasies: bigger than huge, larger than enormous, and dangling ponderously within his reach.
����"Now that's the kind of expression that ought to be on a man's face when I show him my boobs!" she declared enthusiastically.
����He eagerly scooped up her extraordinary breasts again, savoring the sensation of her soft, bare flesh against his hands as he fondled her. This was better than all of his best Christmases put together! He kneaded her gigantic bosom with tender fervor while Marianne encouraged him with subtle nuances of voice and posture. Kevin couldn't get enough of this dream come true, and their breast-centered cuddling went on for quite some time.
����After a while, Marianne suddenly clasped her hands over his, and sucked in a deep breath through her teeth. Kevin was afraid for a second that he'd hurt her somehow, but the look on her face dispelled that notion completely, as did the rapturous moan that followed.
����"Don't stop," she panted imploringly.
����As he continued to knead her immense bosom, Marianne's groans of delight became mixed with giggles. "I'd always wondered if I might be able to climax, just by having my breasts fondled! I'm really glad I've finally met a man who likes so much foreplay!"
����Kevin chuckled. "And I'm glad I've finally met a woman who has so much to play with!"
����She smiled contentedly and pushed her dress and panties down her lovely legs, as he relinquished his hold on her immense tits to unbutton his shirt. After she'd finished removing her clothes, Marianne began unfastening his pants. He tossed his shirt aside and pried off his shoes as she slid her hand into his underwear, taking hold of his engorged penis with an appreciative purr.
����While she continued to play with him, Kevin guided her face to his, kissing her long and deep, again taking her huge dangling tits in his hands. At last they disengaged from their lingering embrace, and she lay back on the couch, pulling him after her. She was so highly aroused that he slipped right into her without any guidance on her part, and he felt himself penetrating her thoroughly.
����A gratifying cry of pleasure escaped her lips as he began making love to her, and he propped himself up on his hands to get a better view of her enormous breasts as they jiggled and shook in reaction to his thrusts. She clutched her huge tits between her hands and pushed them together, causing them to bulge up against his chest, and she began wiping them back and forth on him. He could feel her erect nipples dragging across his bare skin. After several minutes of making intense love to this extraordinarily bosomy, gorgeous woman, Kevin's stamina gave out and he climaxed heavily.
����As he continued to probe her slowly in afterglow, Marianne came once again. She clutched him lovingly against her gigantic breasts, and after a moment she panted, "I've never been so well screwed in my life, Kevin!"
����As he buried his face into her deep cleavage and kissed her opulent flesh, he reflected that the evening was turning out extraordinarily well.

Unfortunately, Kevin was scheduled to work in the morning, so after they awoke in her bed, he called in and left a message that he would be late. Since Marianne had the day off, she insisted on driving Kevin to pick up his car after breakfast, and he was grateful for her kindness and company. During the ride, he drew a crude map to his house for her to follow that night, when she came for their date.
����"You're sure you don't want me to pick you up tonight?" he asked.
����"I'm sure. I — I'd like to see where you live. I'll park at your place and then we can go out in your car."
����He shrugged. "Whatever turns you on."
����Marianne smiled and put her hand on his knee and squeezed it. "You do!" she said seductively.
����He chuckled. "Well, the feeling is very mutual," he said as she returned her hand to the steering wheel to make a turn. He gazed at her immense boobs and marveled as he noticed they were so big that the wheel rubbed against them.
����Upon arriving at the house where they'd met the night before, he directed her to park behind his car. As they kissed each other good-bye, he placed his hand under the weighty bulk of one of her giant breasts, and stroked it appreciatively. Their lips separated, and Marianne softly said, "See you tonight," in a way that contained the promise of further intimacy.
����In a state of bliss, Kevin drove home to change his clothes before going to work. His mind was filled with visions of Marianne and her astoundingly oversize breasts, and several times he found it necessary to rein in that train of thought in order to avoid passing the point of no return.

Marianne went shopping for a new outfit to wear on her date with Kevin that night, and arrived home late in the afternoon to find her roommate Melissa was back. They exchanged greetings as Marianne passed, bringing her shopping bags into her bedroom, where she began taking off her clothes.
����Melissa hollered through the open door, "I did a load of laundry."
����Silently wondering if the woman wanted a medal for the deed, Marianne threw her huge brassiere onto the dresser and massaged the red marks where it had dug into her skin.
����"I washed your sheets, too."
����Apparently, she did have her eye on that medal.
����"I couldn't help noticing all the stains, dear."
����Ah, so that's what she was getting at, the nosey bitch. Marianne answered her with a noncommittal, "You did, huh?"
����"Sure did. I didn't bother with the stains on the couch; I just turned the cushions over. Looks like you had a good time!"
����"I had an amazing time, as a matter of fact," Marianne was compelled to reply.
����"No kidding! Who is he?"
����"A guy I met at the party last night."
����Melissa let the woman's evasive answer pass. "Are you staying for supper?"
����"Nope. Going out."
����"Yeah? Got a date?"
����"Uh-huh."
����"With him?"
����"Yep."
����"Hm. He must be pretty good."
����"Got that right," Marianne muttered as she pulled her sexy new sweater over her huge bare breasts.
����"What time is he coming to pick you up?"
����"He's not," she answered. "I'm driving to his house and we're going out from there."
����Eventually Marianne came out of the bedroom, dressed in her new sweater and short, tight skirt. Melissa did a double take when she saw her roommate's long, exposed legs and huge, unbridled bosom, wobbling cumbrously within her sweater. "Damn, girl!" she commented. "You're loaded for bear!"

The early evening air was mild enough to allow Marianne to wear her coat open. As she climbed the steps to the front porch of Kevin's house, her enormous, heavy breasts bobbed deeply within the permissive confines of her sweater. Its neckline revealed just enough cleavage to be interesting. Though the sweater was bulky and loose fitting, its vertical ribs spread out widely across the huge swell of her bust, accentuating her remarkable enormity. When Marianne had tried on the garment in the store, that aspect had struck her as being particularly sexy, and was a deciding factor in its purchase.
����Kevin was eagerly awaiting her arrival, and when he heard her car pull into his driveway, he peeked through the curtain and watched her get out and bounce her way up the stairs. She was surprised when the front door opened before she could ring the bell.
����"Hi!" he greeted her happily.
����"Well, hello there!"
����She walked inside and hugged him, pressing her tremendous bosom against his chest. As they kissed each other, Kevin gave a blind push to the big door of the old house, and it closed with a solid report.
����After they released their embrace, Marianne looked around. "This is a great house!" she exclaimed. "Do you own it?"
����"Along with the bank," he explained, taking her coat and eyeing her extraordinary bosom. "Can I give you the tour?"
����"Yes, I'd love to see it!"
����He hung up her coat and led her through a wide, arched opening into the living room, where a fire crackled in the hearth and a fat Christmas tree stood sparkling in all its glory.
����"Wow!" she exclaimed. "What a gorgeous tree! You decorated it yourself?"
����"Oh, no! The elves do that."
����She nodded with a grin. "I see. I love those old ornaments."
����"They've been in my family for a long time. Would you like an eggnog?"
����"That sounds good!"
����"Then if you'll come with me, the kitchen is next on the tour," he said pointing the way through another door.
����The kitchen was clean and orderly, but it looked as if nothing had been updated since the fifties, with the exception of the refrigerator. "Wow!" Marianne uttered in hushed awe as she walked in. "It's like going back in time!"
����"Yeah, this is pretty much the way it was when it was built. I'd intended to remodel it right away, but I grew to like it. Everything still works fine, so I figured as long as I was comfortable in it, why rush to change it? I guess all the previous owners have felt the same! Do you want your eggnog with or without the, uh, 'nog'?"
����"With, please."
����He fixed a glass of eggnog for each of them, hers with alcohol and his without. Handing Marianne her drink, he motioned to a door and said, "The second floor is this way."
����As he followed her up the stairs, he couldn't help but enjoy the close-up view of her gorgeous round fanny and the shapely legs that disappeared high under her short skirt. His attention was shanghaied, however, by the sight of Marianne's phenomenal bosom, which was plainly evident from behind, bouncing heavily as she climbed. He could briefly glimpse the exposed bottoms of her huge breasts as they repeatedly plunged downward, momentarily pushing their way into view within the sweater's bottom hem. By the time Marianne reached the top of the stairs, Kevin's pants had become somewhat uncomfortable.
����"The room to your left is my hobby room," he said, gesturing.
����She peeked inside and saw a large table, upon which was a miniature landscape that included mountains and an industrial area, crisscrossed by scale miles of railroad track. "Oh! You play with trains!" she exclaimed.
����"I'm a model railroader," he corrected her. Then after a moment's reflection, he corrected himself, "I play with trains."
����Next, they stepped across the hall, where he showed her his bedroom. On the bed, a large red tabby cat was waking up from a nap. "This is Elmo," Kevin said. "He's as friendly as he is fat, so feel free to say hello, if you like."
����Marianne sat on the bed and Elmo immediately introduced himself, purring and rubbing his side against her huge bust. "Like father, like son, I see," she commented, winking at Kevin as she scratched behind Elmo's ears.
����When the second-floor portion of the tour was complete, Kevin followed Marianne back down the stairs, and was again treated to a spectacular view: this time looking down the neck of her sweater as her immense tits wobbled and bounced within.
����"So where are we going tonight?" she asked as they reached the bottom landing.
����"It's a surprise," he answered without elaboration.

Kevin pulled into a parking lot next to a large brick building, and stopped the car. As Marianne wondered where in the world he'd taken her, he strode around the vehicle and opened the door for her, offering his hand to help her out. Other people were also arriving and entering the building. Arm in arm, he escorted her down a concrete walkway that led to the front doors of the sprawling structure, and she noticed the large stainless steel letters affixed to the brickwork over the main entrance: James A. Madison Junior High School.
����She looked at him with a puzzled expression as he held the door open for her. "What is this, Kevin?"
����"PTA meeting," he answered flatly. "I checked, but there aren't any church services tonight."
����It took a confused moment for her to remember her words to him the night before, but when she did, she began laughing. "I love it," she exclaimed. "You're so sweet!"
����He stood gazing at her with a grin and asked, "Well? Are you coming?"
����She yanked him away from the door by the elbow, and pulled him back in the direction of his car, trying to stifle her laughter in order not to draw any additional attention to herself. When she'd recovered her composure, she said, "That was cute! Thank you, Kevin. So where to, now; your Mom's?"
����"If you like, but it's pretty a long drive to Cleveland."

Kevin took Marianne to a little restaurant owned and operated by a local Greek family, serving what was acclaimed by many to be the best international cuisine in a fifty-mile radius. When they walked in, Marianne's figure caused heads to turn and mouths to drop open, but the staff treated the couple like royalty, as was their custom and reputation.
����Marianne squeezed into the booth, which was barely able to accommodate her profuse enormity. The table's edge pressed against her huge bosom, causing it to bulge prodigiously over the top. Their raven-haired waitress was an unusually busty girl herself, and when she saw the situation, she discreetly motioned for the couple to follow her to a somewhat roomier booth, where Marianne was able to sit more comfortably. (The waitress's thoughtfulness was rewarded later that evening by a generous gratuity.)
����The place had the kind of warm, cozy atmosphere that chain restaurants strive to duplicate, but that cannot be mass-produced. The food was outstanding, and the couple lingered until long past the start-time of the movie Kevin had planned to take her to, but they were having such a good time eating and chatting, they couldn't imagine improving upon the evening by going somewhere else.
����It was only a quarter past ten when they finally did leave, too late for a movie, but too early to call it a night. After they'd climbed in Kevin's car and pulled out on the street, he asked, "We've still got lots of time; what would you like to do now?"
����"Do you have to work tomorrow?"
����"Nope. I'm off."
����"Well, I brought my jammies along, in case you invited me to sleep over," she announced, drawing a miniscule scrap of sheer fabric from her purse. "Why don't we go back to your place?"
����Kevin looked over at the tiny thing Marianne was holding up, and felt the blood rush from his brain as he imagined her in it. "Oh, man!" he murmured, almost running off the road.
����She giggled and instructed, "But this time it's your turn to seduce me!"
����"No problem!" he assured her. "I'll try to make it home first."

He shut his front door behind them and flipped the deadbolt. Marianne handed her coat to him, and he put it in the hall closet along with his own. Turning toward her, he was struck by how lovely she was, not just in terms of being enormously well endowed and extremely pretty, but her eyes seemed to shine so brightly when she smiled at him. He'd never enjoyed the company of a woman more. She was easy to talk to, and being with her was effortless fun. He walked over to Marianne and wordlessly took her in his arms and hugged her.
����"This isn't the seduction yet, by the way," he explained softly with a smile. "I just wanted to hold you."
����"Mister Thomas, I'll have you know that as far as I'm concerned, this seduction began when you took me to that PTA meeting!"
����They stood, slowly swaying together for a long, lazy time, and finally Kevin kissed her ear and said, "So. Can I get you something to drink?"
����"Yeah! Nothing too heavy. How about a beer?"
����"Coming up."
����He took her hand and led her into the kitchen.
����While Kevin had his head inside the refrigerator, Marianne tugged downward across the protrusive front of her sweater to coax a deeper neckline from it. He turned around with a bottle of beer in each hand, and after twisting the top off one, he presented it to her, noticing her handiwork.
����"Let's go sit in the living room," he suggested.
����Kevin turned on a soft lamp on their way in, and as Marianne sat on the couch with a bosom-shuddering descent, he took a poker and stirred the fire to life, adding a fresh log. He sat close to her and put his arm around her shoulder.
����"How cozy!" she murmured, snuggling up against him. They sat watching the flames for a long time without speaking, until finally Marianne commented quietly, "It's hard to believe we met only yesterday."
����"I was just thinking the same thing. I feel so at ease with you."
����"Me too," she agreed. "But at the same time, we still have so much to learn about each other."
����"I'm looking forward to that," Kevin responded.
����Marianne snickered. "Speaking of which, let me show you a trick I can do," she said, standing up. She set her beer on the coffee table and pulled her sweater up above her unbrassiered bosom. With her immense bare boobs undulating freely, she thrust out her chest and instructed, "Now watch," as if it were possible for Kevin to do otherwise. She picked up her bottle and dramatically inserted it deep into her cleavage, squealing and grimacing from its cold touch, and then she released it with a flourish of outstretched arms. The bottle stayed securely wedged between her enormous mammaries.
����Kevin applauded, shouting, "Bravo!"
����Raising an index finger, she declared, "There's more! Bring me a drinking glass." Kevin hesitated, his eyes fixed helplessly on Marianne's enormous, naked breasts. She grinned and assured him, "Don't worry, they'll still be here when you get back."
����With a chuckle, he jumped up and strode briskly into the kitchen, returning almost immediately with a tumbler in hand, which he held out to her.
����"Just hang on to that for me, and sit back down. Okay, now hold it out in front of you about level with your knees. That's good. Now keep it still!" she admonished. Placing her hands on her hips, she slowly bent forward at the waist, peering over the broad horizon of her huge bosom while she aimed the open bottle at the glass. Though her giant tits gradually swung away, their massive bulk still held the beer bottle snug against her chest, and it stayed in place as the golden brew finally began pouring into the glass. Kevin giggled hilariously as the beer rose and foamed.
����Marianne laughed too, and after having poured a respectable amount, she straightened back up. "Ta-da!" she sang, supplying her own fanfare.
����Kevin set the glass down and clapped enthusiastically for her as she removed the bottle from between her huge breasts and took a deep bow, causing them to swing out and wobble about pendulously.
����"I got myself a little wet, here. Would you mind getting me a towel?" she asked, smiling.
����He disappeared into the kitchen again and came back carrying a dishtowel. Instead of placing it in her outstretched hand, he asked, "May I?"
����"Help yourself!" she replied, thrusting out her giant, beer-moistened boobs at him. He patted them dry one at a time, holding each fat gland with one hand as he gently toweled it off with the other. Grinning broadly at his obvious enjoyment of the task, she asked, "Are you having fun?"
����"No, that's a pickle in my pocket!"
����Marianne giggled and felt for his pickle. "Mm, more like a zucchini at this point, I'd say."
����"Looks like you're having a pretty good time, yourself," he countered, observing the great size her nipples were quickly attaining.
����"Sure am!"
����When her skin was dry, Kevin tossed the towel aside but kept her huge breasts in his hands and began fondling them.
����Marianne drew in a long breath through her teeth and let out a blissful moan, murmuring, "Mm, you do this so well!"
����"The pleasure is all mine," Kevin said.
����Chuckling, she responded, "Oh, no it's not!"
����As he caressed her with diligent thoroughness, he commented, "You have such wonderful tits! I love how incredibly big they are — and they're so pretty!"
����She smiled and said, "I'm really glad you like them."
����He lifted her giant breasts up in his hands and burrowed his face between them, moaning appreciatively as he pressed their firm bulk against his cheeks and kissed her inner flesh. He then lowered them, touched his forehead to hers, and said, "Please don't get the impression that I don't appreciate everything else about you. I could go on and on. For example, I love your ass," he explained with a grin, grabbing it with one hand and pulling her body firmly against his, splaying her boobs out on either side of his chest. "And your legs are absolutely magnificent!" he continued, raising the front of her skirt and slipping his other hand between her thighs.
����She dug her fingernails into his back and murmured, "I think you'd better take me upstairs right now!"
����Their subsequent journey to his bedroom, feverishly entangled with each other, took them several minutes to complete.

Naked, Kevin sat alone on the edge of the bed, looking around the room to avoid staring at his flagging erection, and wondering why women consider it an essential part of lovemaking to spend such a long time in the bathroom between foreplay and actual sex. Then the door opened, and when Marianne appeared, wearing her nearly transparent little neglig�e, he instantly forgot his complaint. "Oh my!" he exclaimed in a hushed tone as his erection quickly revived.
����When a girl's breasts have grown to such extraordinary dimensions as Marianne's, she must learn to improvise when it comes to clothing her highly developed bosom. Her nightie had, of course, been designed for a figure with a bust line of far less girth. Compensating for this shortcoming, she had laced the bodice as tightly as possible across her giant boobs, still leaving a considerable gap between the two sides. Her nipples were barely covered, and her lavish flesh bulged out within the interlaced strands of ribbon. As she strolled slowly toward Kevin, her huge tits bobbed and swayed lazily, and she could tell by his facial expression that she was having a profound effect on him. Marianne stopped in front of him with her nipples about level with his eyes.
����Kevin sat for a long moment absorbing the incredible sight of her. Then he lifted one side of the gossamer garment away from the enormous breast it partially covered, and closed his mouth around her big nipple, tonguing and sucking it. This sent wild thrills coursing through Marianne's body, and she moaned and grasped the back of his head, pushing his face deep into her soft, abundant flesh. Then she reached down and wrapped her other hand around his upright member, slowly stroking its stout length with delight, investigating every nuance of its topography. While he sucked on her nipple, Kevin snaked his hands up underneath the filmy fabric of her nightgown, grasped the broad flanks of her giant tits, and squeezed them together, which made them bulge forward against his face. He continued kneading them thoroughly, in ways that made Marianne extremely glad she'd developed every inch.
����After wallowing in this pleasure for a time, he backed his head away from her tremendous bosom and began untying her little neglig�e. While he was busy with that, Marianne pushed the outfit's panties down her legs, stepping out of them just as he opened up the front of her bodice. She shrugged the nightie off her shoulders and stood before him gloriously nude.
����Kevin scooted backward toward the middle of the mattress and gestured for her to come to him. She looked hungrily into his eyes as she crawled onto the bed with her immense tits dangling and wobbling erratically. They bumped against his legs and grazed his genitals as she slowly and sensuously dragged them over his body, at last coming to rest on either side of his head. With a playful grin, she pinned his shoulders to the bed and began swinging her tremendous boobs from side to side, pummeling his face with their velvety mass. As Kevin savored this delight, his hands gently explored Marianne's voluptuous body, straddled over him.
����After a few minutes of savoring this gentle, mammiferous battering, he reached between her legs and started fingering her clitoris. It wasn't long before she was drippingly ready, but he refrained for a while, waiting until her body nearly trembled in anticipation. Finally, holding her by the waist, he raised his hips and entered her. As he began making love to her, she groaned joyously, and bounced her heavy breasts across his face with renewed vigor. Her breathing soon became audible, and after a few minutes she pushed herself upright and sat on him fully, hopping in opposition to his upward thrusts. Her massive tits caromed and bounded about riotously on her chest, an amazing spectacle that transfixed Kevin until he was compelled to reach up and catch them in his hands. As he played with the incredible bulk of her enormous bosom, her moans rose steadily until they evolved into the sharp cries of orgasm, and she became overwhelmed with pleasure. He relentlessly continued his deep thrusting and caressing until she climaxed a second and third time, and then he mercifully paused in his lovemaking, long enough to let her settle down a bit.
����Marianne collapsed into his arms with a sigh of total satisfaction, and they lay united in their embrace with her colossal tits bulging out between them. Kevin stroked the wide contours of her breasts, endlessly astounded by their tremendous size. After a while, he gently rolled over on top of her and began making love to her again, now with an even more profound penetration. Her huge boobs shook and wobbled with every plunge, and Marianne grabbed hold of his shoulders as she came again. In time, his own passion reached a crescendo, and he too climaxed intensely. He remained propped over her, and when he opened his eyes and saw that his subtle lingering movements had begun yet another wave of bliss within her, he renewed his efforts, and she soon achieved an additional orgasm.
����At last his body collapsed upon hers, pushing her tits to either side, and she embraced him happily, venting a hoot of satisfaction.
����"Shit!" Marianne exclaimed, panting. "You just keep getting better and better!" She giggled and rubbed his back, adding, "I came so many times I lost count!"

The weekend drew to a close, as weekends do, and Monday morning forced the two lovers to return to the routines of their workweek.
����At his job, Kevin didn't usually volunteer to run errands to any of the company's vendors, but since the print shop was on the side of town where Marianne lived, this particular opportunity was extremely appealing, especially with the approach of lunchtime. He didn't know exactly where she worked, but he did recall her saying it wasn't far from her apartment, and that she often went home for lunch. It was certainly worth dropping by to see if she was there.
����After parking his car at her complex, he climbed the stairs to her building as if on winged feet. A few seconds after knocking, the door opened.
����"Marianne! I'm glad I found you home! I was in the neighborhood on business, and I thought I might stop by and see if you were in. Have you had lunch yet?"
����"Uhh — no... not yet — come in."
����"I'm sorry — I've caught you at a bad time, haven't I? I hope I'm not being rude by dropping in unannounced like this."
����"No! You're not being rude, I just — wasn't expecting company. I must look a fright!" she apologized, touching her hair. "I took the day off, and I've just been hanging around the house. Come on in. Please!"
����"You look great, Marianne," he assured her with a kiss.
����Her hair was pinned back, exposing her lovely neck, and she was wearing jeans and a big red Christmas sweater stretched tightly across her enormous breasts. They didn't seem to be encumbered by a brassiere, judging by all the swaying and bobbing Kevin could see.
����"I was just making myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Let me put one on for you, too."
����"Well, I came by to take you out to eat."
����She looked him up and down. "Well, if we stay here, we might have some time afterward," she said with a wink.
����"You talked me into it," he replied happily.
����"Give me your coat and come into the kitchen." She hung his coat in the closet and followed him to the kitchen table, where her magazine was still lying open. She was quick to take it away as he sat, before he had a chance to scan the lurid contents of the short story she'd just been reading. As she set it face down on a countertop, she recalled the racy scene she'd been absorbed in when Kevin had knocked on the door. Its effect on her libido was still palpable.
����"On second thought," she said slowly, shutting off the burner and turning toward him purposefully, "I believe I'd prefer to eat afterward."
����Kevin smiled and turned in his chair just in time to see Marianne pull her sweater off over her head. He ogled the woman's extraordinary figure as she probed her hair to make sure it was still in place. She was a gorgeous sight, standing there in just her slippers and jeans, with her huge, exposed breasts hanging to her waist, fat and firm. "Well, Miss Martin," he intoned, "if you insist."
����He stood and approached her. As soon as he was within reach, Marianne's hands were all over him, exploring and caressing before he even touched her immense tits. He started quickly becoming erect, and she rubbed his groin with unrestrained relish. Kevin unzipped his pants to encourage her play, and she eagerly plunged her hand into his underwear and grasped his swelling manhood. He lifted up one of her immense tits, took its stout nipple in his mouth, and began sucking. Clutching him tightly against her body, she pushed her fleshy boob against his face, and her breathing rapidly became heavy.
����Soon she kicked off her slippers and wiggled out of her tight jeans and panties. Kevin helped her shed these and then began laboring to free himself of his own clothing with one hand as he continued to play with her tremendous bosom with the other. Naked, she led the way as they shuffled into the bedroom and closed the door without disengaging from their heated foreplay.
����Marianne flopped backward onto the bed, and her huge breasts rebounded heavily, wobbling around on her chest while she motioned for him to mount her. As he did, he found her to be wet and ready, and slid into her deeply. She moaned with delight and grasped his back desperately, moving in exuberant counterpoint to his lovemaking.
����It took her only a few minutes to reach a climax, and she shouted joyously as she did. Kevin was glad, because he was close to that point himself, and in a little while he also came, inspiring an extra orgasm for her in the process.
����"Wow!" she exclaimed, panting. "That was amazing! Just what the doctor ordered!"
����Kevin supported himself on his hands and gazed down on her lovely face and massive breasts, marveling at the extraordinarily sexy woman he was with.
����Suddenly the front door slammed shut, and they could hear someone shuffling around inside the apartment.
����Marianne turned her cheek to the mattress and moaned, "Oh, no..."
����"Who is it?" Kevin whispered.
����"My roommate," she whined.
����The bedroom door suddenly opened, and as Kevin leapt to his feet, frantically trying to locate his pants, a woman stepped into the room. It was Marianne!
����"Marianne!" Kevin shrieked. Then he turned to the woman on the bed. "Marianne?" he shrieked again. He looked back and forth between the two phenomenally busty ladies, his mind unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
����"So. Did you enjoy yourself?" the new Marianne matter-of-factly asked the naked Marianne on the bed.
����"I had an absolutely wonderful time, my dear!" the other replied, unruffled.
����Under other circumstances, Kevin would have reveled in the praise, but he was too busy trying to figure out how Marianne could be in the room twice.
����The Marianne at the door, clothed in a conservative business suit, strolled over to Kevin and looked him over. "Screwing my sister, I see," she intoned.
����Sister! Of course! He felt stupid for not having figured it out sooner.
����"Marianne, I thought she was you!" he pleaded, noticing his pants strewn across the carpet behind her.
����Her suit could not hope to camouflage the enormous bosom that was restrained within it. The jacket was buttoned beneath the mighty bulge of her amazingly protrusive bust, but closure was not possible across its broad expanse, and the open lapels were spread wide, hopeless to encompass her vast bulk. Under the jacket, she wore a white, high-necked blouse that had taut horizontal ripples spanning its bulbous front.
����Kevin made a move to step around Marianne to pick up his pants. His unpleasant position was made worse by the fact that he was totally naked as he carried on this conversation, and crowned by the further humiliation of having his penis shrunk to nothing by the experience.
����"Hold on, there," Marianne said with a firm hand against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Are you saying that you thought you were making love to me?" she asked, poking her index finger against her mighty bust.
����"Yes! I promise!"
����"Well, then, I want what's coming to me," she said with a sly grin as she removed her jacket and cast it aside.
����"You mean, you don't mind that I, that she, that she and I..." Kevin stammered.
����"Well — we're sisters. We share a lot of stuff," she explained as she unbuttoned her blouse. "My philosophy is, as long as I can have my things back when she's through with them, what's the harm?"
����Kevin's wienie tentatively came out of hiding.
����She slipped the blouse off her shoulders, revealing an amazingly huge brassiere that seemed not quite big enough for the enormous bosom it was assigned to contain. "This unhooks in the front, if you'd like to get started," she murmured.
����"I guess this is my cue to leave," her identical sister said, getting off the bed with her giant breasts swinging and bouncing ponderously. On the way out, she removed some clips from the back of her head, and a torrent of long hair came cascading down her back. As she shook it free, she commented, "Besides, there's a grilled cheese sandwich that needs my attention."
����Marianne raised her eyebrows at him questioningly and asked, "Do you think you're, uh — up for this?"
����Kevin gazed down at her immense breasts, barely squeezed into her mammoth bra, and nodded in awe as inspiration began to manifest itself physically. He unclasped the numerous stalwart hooks that connected the huge cups of her silken brassiere, and as the last one was undone, her gigantic mammaries came leaping to his hands, wobbling gleefully as she slipped the bra off her shoulders.
����She reached down and grasped his stiffening penis, voicing her pleasure at the contact. As Kevin fondled her enormous bare boobs, her nipples began swelling out to extreme prominence, bigger than he'd ever seen them before. He was surprised and pleased that he had achieved a strong erection so soon after sex.
����With an aggressive expression on her face, Marianne held his gaze and made a show of removing the rest of her clothing, dropping it dramatically to the floor. When she renewed her attack, her foreplay was frantic. After several heated minutes, she led him over to her dresser and turned her lovely, upraised fanny to him in offering, supporting herself on the dresser top by her hands. He grasped her by the hips, slipping in easily, and she cried out in sensuous abandon as he began making love to her.
����Kevin watched in the mirror as her giant breasts swung and flopped pendulously to the rhythm of their copulation, and the sight kept him well aroused. He couldn't resist leaning over and taking her lavish flesh in his hands, kneading it thoroughly as she vehemently voiced her approval and encouragement. Soon, Marianne's unusually prolific moans of passion rose to a crescendo. After she initially climaxed, he continued to service her, and she kept having orgasm after orgasm.
����Just when Kevin started coming as well, Marianne's longhaired sister opened the door and nonchalantly entered the room, still nude, eating her grilled cheese sandwich. Strolling over to them, she leaned toward Marianne and softly said, "Guess who's here?"
����Marianne giggled and murmured, "Uh-oh."
����Still in the throes of ecstasy, Kevin tried to ignore the rude interruption, but was suddenly taken aback when a third Marianne walked into the room and shrieked, "Kevin!"
����He inhaled audibly, whirling his head around to look at her, dumbfounded. After a few speechless seconds, he turned his panicked gaze to the grilled cheese Marianne, and then to the Marianne into whom his erect penis was still inserted. It was too many. The world turned white and he fell backward, unconscious by the time his head hit the floor, hard enough to make a sound like a shopper thumping a ripe melon.

He woke up in bed, with Marianne looking down on him with a concerned expression, stroking his hair.
����"Marianne," he moaned. "How did I get here? I had the weirdest dream. There were three of you..."
����She grimaced and slowly shook her head. "I'm afraid it wasn't a dream, Kevin."
����"What? Ow! My head hurts."
����"It's true. I'm a triplet. You just made love to both of my sisters."
����"No," he whined, "I was making love to you — I thought. Shit, shit, shit!"
����"Shh," she hushed him compassionately. "You didn't know."
����"You mean — you believe me?"
����"Yeah. Melissa and Michelle told me what they did, the horny little sluts. Besides, that fall you took was pretty convincing."
����"Oh," he said, feeling his new bump. "There aren't any more of you are there?"
����"No, I promise."
����"And you're not mad at me?"
����"No, Kevin, this is all my fault. I should have told you about my sisters, but I just wanted to keep you away from them for as long as I could. This is just the kind of crap those two would pull. I'm gonna have to kick their asses. For future reference, in case they try that again, just pay attention to their hair. Melissa's is really long, and Michelle's is cut just a little shorter than mine."
����"Melissa had hers pinned up, but I should have noticed Michelle's, damn it. I feel like such a jerk!"
����"Don't beat yourself up over it. How could you have known?"
����"Thanks for understanding, Marianne. Uh-oh!" he suddenly exclaimed, attempting to sit up. "What time is it?"
����Marianne looked at her watch, bumping her wrist against the bulging flank of her giant bosom on the way, and sending delightful repercussions rippling through it. "It's about half past twelve. Why?"
����"Oh, good — I wasn't out for too long. I've got to get back to work soon. I just stopped by to see you while I was on an errand."
����Reaching behind her back, Marianne unzipped her blouse and asked, "Do you have to be back right away?"
����"Uhh, well," Kevin replied as he watched her take off the blouse and unfasten her monstrous brassiere.
����"After all, you did come here to see me, didn't you?" she pointed out as she slipped the bra off her huge bosom.
����"Y-yeah, I sure did," he stuttered, his eyes fixed on the woman's enormous naked tits, dangling over him.
����"And you thought it was me you were making love to, right?" she asked, lifting her mammoth boobs in her hands and pushing them toward Kevin's face.
����"Uh-huh. Twice," he pleaded. " Marianne, I don't know if I can!"
����She grinned and he suddenly felt her hand on his genitals. "Oh, I don't think you'll have any problem at all, sweetie."
����As she leaned over him with her giant breasts bumping softly against his cheeks, Kevin realized that he was already sporting a very respectable erection, and that he'd be a fool to resist the inevitable. "Well," he sighed, taking her immense tits in his hands. "Screw work."
����"No," she corrected, slipping her skirt and panties down her pretty legs. "Screw me!"

Kevin and Marianne saw each other every time they had an opportunity, and as their relationship deepened, their sexual compatibility became even more intense. But just before Christmas, the time came for Marianne to fulfill a prior family obligation that would take her out of town for several days to help a great aunt move into a retirement community. Though the two lovers had only known each other for a short time, they could hardly stand the thought of being apart for that long. They spent the night before her departure making furious and passionate love until the wee hours, after which Marianne went back to her apartment to pack for the trip. Then, very early in the morning, her sister Melissa drove her to the airport.
����It was a Saturday, and Kevin did his best to keep himself occupied, cloistered in his hobby room. Not long before noon, he brought his model train to a stop and lumbered down the stairs to see who was knocking at the door. To his delight and surprise, it was Marianne!
����"Hey, babe!" he said, kissing her after shutting the door behind her. "I thought you'd be in Philadelphia by now."
����"Aunt Helen called at the last minute and told me to postpone my trip. She's not feeling well, so she put it off until next month." She took her hat off and ran her fingers through her wet hair. "Sorry I look such a fright — I just got out of the shower."
����"She put off moving for a month? Well — that's terrific! I'm really glad to see you!"
����"I'm glad to see you, too! I've had you on my mind all morning," she purred, stroking his arm.
����"Something wrong with your car?" he asked, pulling the curtain aside and looking at the vehicle in his driveway.
����"Yeah, it wouldn't start, so I had to get it towed to my mechanic. That's a loaner."
����She unfastened the buttons down her extraordinarily bulbous chest, and took off her coat. Her top was anything but seasonal, revealing a startling expanse of bare flesh, from her shoulders to just above her protuberant nipples. It was a sleeveless little thing, intended for a far less busty wearer, with a spandex panel across the front that was designed to serve as a built-in bra, supported by thin adjustable straps. Though this would have provided reasonable support for breasts of reasonable size, these monsters defeated that purpose handily, nodding and swaying with abandon as they dragged the neckline down low. In order to accommodate her phenomenal bosom at all, the straps had been let out to their fullest extent. Kevin's gaze was riveted upon the girl's giant, half-naked boobs, which jiggled enticingly as she handed her coat and hat to him.
����"So whatcha been doin'?" she asked, enjoying the top's intended effect upon him.
����"I've been working on my layout. Wanna come up and see?"
����"Your layout?"
����"Yeah. My trains."
����"Oh! Yeah, let's go look."
����He followed her up the stairs, carefully observing her huge bosom's heavy Newtonian frolic as she climbed. When they arrived at the second floor, she stopped and looked into his bedroom, then turned her head to look into the hobby room, and smiled.
����As they entered, Elmo appeared, stretching and yawning. Kevin sat down at the controls of his railroad empire and turned a dial that brought one of the trains into motion, commenting, "That's Killer, my neighbor's cat. I don't know how he got in. Careful of him — he bites!"
����"Oh, okay," she said, folding her arms across her exposed chest, against the cool upstairs air.
����Kevin leaned back in his chair, laced his fingers behind his head, and looked at her with a wry grin. "Nice try, Michelle."
����She rolled her eyes and grimaced, cocking a hip. "That thing you said about the cat was a trick, wasn't it?"
����He nodded. "That's Elmo, and he's just a big cream puff: he loves everybody. Marianne knows that but you didn't. That was only the final giveaway. There were others — like the car, your hair, and that cock and bull story about your aunt. So what are you doing here, Michelle?"
����Smiling mischievously, she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her top and pulled it down until her gigantic tits popped into view.
����Kevin sighed and reluctantly looked away from her undulating mammaries, shaking his head. "I think you'd better go back home now."
����"Come on; Marianne doesn't have to know!" she pleaded, rotating her shoulders to make her huge bare breasts swing back and forth in wide, lumbering arcs.
����"Michelle — I appreciate the offer, don't misunderstand me. You're positively gorgeous, and under other circumstances I'd be all over you in a New York minute, but I'm serious about Marianne. I don't intend to jeopardize my relationship with her."
����"Are you sure? Did you know my boobs are bigger than both my sisters'?" she asked, cupping their bottoms in her palms and lifting them.
����That almost made Kevin look at her to judge for himself, but his beleaguered self-control somehow prevailed. "Michelle: I'm flattered, but no. Please go."
����"So you're serious about my sister, huh?" she asked, pulling her top back over her enormous bosom.
����"Very."
����"Are you in love with her?"
����"Yeah, I am."
����"Are you gonna ask her to marry you?" she asked with playful curiosity.
����"I'd very much like to, if everything works out."
����"Hm. Then, someday you and I might be related."
����"Yeah, and that'll be weird enough as it is, considering what's already happened between us," Kevin pointed out with a stern glance.
����She finished straightening her straps, and then gave her tremendous breasts a good heft with both hands, letting them fall and bounce heavily. "So you're sure you're not interested in a little incest?"
����"Thanks, but no thanks, dear."
����"I guess I'll just see myself out, then," she sighed with resignation.
����"Have a nice day, Michelle," Kevin said as she turned to go.
����Looking over her shoulder, she replied with a wink, "That's what I was trying to do!"

The next couple of days dragged along slowly, without Marianne's presence to brighten them. Kevin found himself thinking about her constantly, and he wasn't much good for anything except moping around the house and watching television.
����The phone rang one evening just after ten, and he got up from the couch to answer it. Another telemarketer, no doubt, whose purpose in life was to keep him from seeing any TV show in its entirety.
����"Hello?"
����"Hi, Kevin!"
����"Marianne! How are you?"
����"I'm good! You?"
����"Fine. I miss you, though."
����"I miss you, too."
����"How's the move going?" he asked.
����"Well, she's pretty much settled in, but there's still some organizing to do. It's a nice place here! More like an apartment building than an—" she lowered her voice to a whisper and continued, "—an old folks' home. Aunt Helen says I've done enough and she wants me to go home tomorrow. She's tired of moving, and she says she can handle the rest of it in her own time. So I was wondering if you can get off work to come pick me up at the airport in the morning."
����"Great! Sure! I'll call Bill early and ask for the day off. He owes me."
����"Super! I made a reservation on a flight that arrives at 10:25. I'm really looking forward to seeing you!"
����"Same here!"

Kevin entered the terminal, and after checking the list of arrivals on the overhead monitor, he headed down the concourse toward the gate where Marianne would be disembarking. On his way, however, he saw her walking toward him, suitcase in hand, waving at him with a big smile. He waved back, and savored the sight of her astoundingly lavish figure, as many others were also doing as she passed.
����When they met, they kissed, and she hugged him so intently he could feel her huge boobs separating within her sturdy brassiere.
����"It's so good to see you," she murmured.
����"Mm, likewise," he said. "I see you've got your bag."
����"Yep. Ready to go."
����He picked up her suitcase and they began walking arm in arm toward the exit that led to the short term parking deck.
����"So Aunt Helen's all squared away?"
����"As squared away as I can get her."
����After somewhat of a hike, they found Kevin's car, and with Marianne's suitcase stowed in the trunk, they drove out of the lot and onto the highway. Since the car had only been parked for a short time, it didn't take long for the heater to warm up the interior again, and Marianne unzipped her coat. The shoulder strap of the seat belt ran between her boobs, pulling the fabric of her top against them and accentuating their massive size as they bobbled heavily with the vehicle's motion.
����Kevin switched on his turn signal as he prepared to move into the exit lane for Marianne's side of town. "Don't take me home yet," she advised.
����He shut off the indicator and said, "Where to, then?"
����"Take me to your house."
����"My house?" he asked, glancing at her.
����She looked at him and grinned. "Yeah. It's more private."

Kevin set Marianne's suitcase down on the floor of the foyer as Elmo sauntered up to investigate. When she leaned over to pet the big tabby, the neckline of her blouse opened widely under the weight of her tremendous bosom, revealing a wide expanse of bulging cleavage, which the cat sniffed.
����"Hello there, Elmo!" she said with a giggle as his cold nose dotted her exposed flesh. Looking up at Kevin, she commented, "Just like his Daddy!"
����She stood back up and took off her coat, handing it to Kevin. He hung it in the closet and added his own as Marianne sashayed up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, playfully poking one of her enormous tits into the middle of his back.
����"Stick 'im up," she said with a giggle.
����Kevin chuckled and turned within her embrace to face her. Caressing the bulging sides of her huge bosom, he said, "Why, Miss Martin! What big breasts you have!"
����She sensuously ground her groin against his and replied, "The better to seduce you with, my dear!"
����He began unbuttoning her blouse from the top, exposing more and more of her deep cleavage. She took a half-step back to allow him to finish, but just after he'd unfastened the last button and was about to unhook the front clasps of her bra, the telephone rang. Kevin cursed. Slipping past her, he walked into the living room to answer it, mumbling, "Damn phone."
����"Let it ring," she suggested, unclasping her bra as she followed him in.
����"Well, it might be Bill. I told him to call if something came up at work." He lifted the receiver and spoke into it, "Hello? — Oh! I'm glad you called! Uh — hang on a minute, I'll let you speak to Marianne." He held the phone out to her.
����She raised her eyebrows questioningly, and walked over to him with her tremendous wiggling breasts bouncing nakedly between the empty, hanging cups of her big brassiere. She took the phone and said, "Hello?"
����On the other end, Marianne's voice demanded, "Who's this, Melissa or Michelle?"
����With a deflated sigh, the imposter answered, "This is Melissa."
����Kevin could hear Marianne's chastisement emanating from the receiver, so loud that Melissa had to hold it away from her ear a few inches.
����"Yeah, yeah," she whined. "No, I cut it.... Yes... Alright... Okay... Okay!" Dejected, she unenthusiastically handed the phone back to him.
����Marianne was still scolding her sister when Kevin put the receiver up to his ear. "Marianne? I'm back... No, you called just in time... You're absolutely right... I certainly will... I don't blame you; I am too... Okay. So how's it going there? ...Really? Tomorrow? ...Great! Can I pick you up? ...What time does your flight get in? ...Oh, I'll be there ahead of time — I want to watch you get off the plane! ...I'll explain when you get here ...Okay; take care. I'm looking forward to seeing you ... Well, let me hang up so I can deal with this situation... Okay, I will. Take care... Bye-bye!"
����With her hands on her hips and her blouse and bra still hanging open, Melissa scowled as she watched him hang up. "That spoil-sport!"
����He looked off to one side and said, "I think you'd better put those away."
����"You're sure?" she said, grinning and wagging her eyebrows. "As long as I got 'em out, we might as well play."
����"Melissa, I can't."
����"Sure you can," she cooed, taking a step toward him and arching her back, offering her huge bare breasts to him.
����He turned and walked behind a nearby chair. "What I mean is, I won't."
����"Why, Kevin! Are you a prude?" she teased.
����"Call me whatever you like, but Marianne is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm not going to blow it. Please understand!"
����Melissa sighed in resignation and started refastening her bra. "Suit yourself. Too bad, though. Seems to me that you and I were really good in bed together."
����"Yeah, but I thought I was with Marianne!"
����"Maybe so," Melissa said as she shook her giant boobs into place within her bra. "But you were with me," she affirmed. "Can you give me a ride to the airport? I need to pick up my car."

During the drive, Kevin interrupted the silence, saying, "Can I ask you a question, Melissa?"
����"Sure, sweetie."
����"You really went to an awful lot of trouble to do this. I was totally fooled until Marianne called. You drove all the way out to the airport, you did your homework about my cat, you even went so far as to cut off your hair! Why'd you do it?"
����"That should be pretty obvious — I wanted to go to bed with you again."
����"But I don't get it — with a body like yours, you shouldn't have any problem — uh..."
����"Getting laid?" she finished with a grin. "True. But in all seriousness, Kevin, you're an extremely talented lover."
����He felt himself blush, which embarrassed him even more.
����Melissa continued, "It takes so much time and effort to weed through all the ham-handed fools who don't know what they're doing, and even when a good man comes along, he may not have any particular preference for great big titties like mine. I'm tellin' ya, there's nothing that turns me on like lots of serious breast-play, and you've got the touch, Kevin my boy!" she said, pushing out her huge chest with something less than subtlety. "Did you happen to notice that mine are bigger than either of my sisters'?"

As he lay in bed that night waiting for sleep to come, Kevin reflected on how, only a few weeks ago, he'd been bemoaning the fact that all his romantic experiences had been with underdeveloped women. In the brief time since, however, he'd handled six of the biggest breasts in the world! It was certainly an ego boost to have such fantastically bosomy women trying to bed him, but regardless of Melissa and Michelle's extraordinary sexiness, they were beginning to annoy him. On the other hand, their overtures had at least confirmed to him that his attraction to Marianne was more than merely physical. His strong preference for Marianne over her genetically identical sisters showed that what he felt for her was spiritual as well.

It was now two days before Christmas, and a cold front had moved in, sending temperatures diving into the single digits. Kevin stood at a large plate-glass window, watching the airliner roll to a stop. He was thankful the cold snap hadn't brought any snow along with it, or Marianne might not have been able to make it home.
����A voice on the public address system announced the arrival of Flight 515 from Philadelphia, and Kevin positioned himself so he could see the terminal doors through which the disembarking passengers would enter. Soon, travelers began filing in, checking their watches, waving at loved ones, and looking around for the nearest restroom. Eventually, Marianne appeared, wearing a big fur-lined winter coat and looking especially beautiful. The coat was unzipped, and a generous portion of her huge bust protruded from it, garnering stares from the curious and the amazed. Having approached the gate as close as he could without having a ticket, Kevin waved broadly to get her attention.
����Scanning around, she finally saw him and waved back with a big smile. She jogged toward him, unmindful of the heavy galloping this produced within her bulky sweater, and when they met, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and said, "I missed you so much, Kevin!"
����"I missed you too, babe," he said, enjoying the sensation of her massive breasts pressing against him. "But before we go any further, I'm going to have to ask you for some ID."
����She chuckled and reached into her purse, producing her driver's license. He grinned as he studied it, and after seeing Marianne's name, he said, "And I have to ask you one question: where is the first place I took you when we started going out together? The first place," he emphasized.
����She smiled and answered, "You mean the PTA meeting?"
����He breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good to see you, Marianne."
����"Let's go get my bags, and then I want you to take me straight to your house!"
����"You do, huh?"
����"Yes, sir. I've been thinking about you all week, and I'm now the horniest woman you've ever met!"

On the ride home, Marianne was all smiles, and seemed unable to contain herself. After she'd finished telling him all about her visit with her aunt, and the ups and downs of the move, she sat silently for a moment, thinking. Then she turned to him and said, "Kevin, you need to know that even though my sisters and I are always at odds with each other — so competitive, and bickering all the time — the truth is, underneath all of that, we're very close."
����"Uh-huh."
����"We tell each other everything. Everything!"
����"You do?"
����"Always. And believe me, nothing is held back, no matter how brutal."
����"Mm."
����"Or no matter how sweet, either. Last night after Aunt Helen went to bed, I called home and had a long conversation with both of them. They told me all the details of their little pranks while I was gone."
����Kevin sighed and shook his head. "Man. Those sisters of yours are some real pieces of work! Did they tell you they each claimed to have the biggest boobs of the three of you?"
����"Well, they always say that, but don't believe either of them. The truth is, mine are the biggest!" she said with a grin.
����"Fine by me! So they gave you all the gory details, huh?"
����"Afraid so." She smiled at him tenderly. "They each said you wouldn't even look at their bare boobs after you found out who they really were. And Michelle told me something even better than that!"
����Kevin tried to remember his conversation with the ribald sibling, but the only thing that would come to mind was the tiny top she'd worn, that didn't quite cover her immense bosom. Then, as if a voice spoke in his ear, he realized what Marianne must have been referring to. He smiled and looked at her. "I told her that I'm in love with you!"
����Her face beamed. "Yeah! I'm in love with you, too!"

Walking on air, Kevin unlocked his front door and followed Marianne in, and as she took off her coat, she headed straight to the stairs and began ascending them. "You comin', Kev?" she called behind her. "I can't make love to you by myself, y'know! And would you bring my luggage up here, please?"
����He wrestled them up the stairway, and when he arrived at the top, she had already whisked off her big sweater. He set her suitcases down and noticed that she seemed to be having some trouble removing her bra.
����"I have an early Christmas present for you," she said with a grin, intently grappling with the hooks. Her enormous boobs seemed eager to be released from their incarceration, bulging out from the sides of the bra and jiggling heavily as she struggled. "I stopped taking my medicine while I was away."
����"What medicine?" he asked.
����With a snap, the final clasp was undone, and Marianne's gigantic tits came bounding out, considerably fatter and heavier than they'd been when Kevin had last seen them. He stood as if frozen, gawking at their ponderous immensity with open mouth.
����"The medicine that keeps my breasts from growing," she explained, rubbing the red bra marks that were embedded into her colossal boobs, making them wiggle frantically. "I didn't think you'd mind, since you'd said that they could never be too big for you. Anyway, I was trying to figure out a good way for you to easily tell the difference between me and my sisters, and it occurred to me that I should just let my boobs grow bigger than theirs. So I stopped taking my medicine while I was in Philadelphia, to get a good head start on those two, in case they get any ideas about trying to keep up. They'll be pissed when they see I've let myself get this big, but they brought it on themselves!"
����Still dumbstruck, Kevin stared at Marianne's tremendous mammaries. They'd become so much more enormous that they now hung down well below her waist, bulging out in front of her, full and taut to the point they gleamed. As she walked over to him, her monstrous glands collided together and bobbled gravidly. They bumped against his stomach as she reached under them to undo his pants, and finally his hands came to life along with his power of speech.
����"Good grief!" he whispered with awe. "Your tits are so big! They're beautiful!"
����"Thank you! If you don't mind, I'd like to stay here with you through Christmas, until I gain a total of at least ten or twelve inches over my sisters. That way you can tell us apart at a glance. Then after my boobs have grown big enough, I'll start taking my medicine again."
����"Sure," he said, kneading her astoundingly voluminous flesh. As she caressed his engorged member, Kevin added, "In fact, I was going to ask you if you'd like to stay here longer than that, anyway."
����"Really?" she purred. "How long?"
����"As long as you can stand living with me."
����She smiled broadly and kissed him. "That might turn out to be a long time," she warned.
����"I hope so."
����Kevin had planned to give Marianne an early Christmas present as well. Coincidentally, it too would help him distinguish her from her mischievous sisters. But under the circumstances, he decided to wait until she felt fully satisfied with her gigantic bosom's further expansion before offering her the diamond ring in his pocket.

End

Author's note: This story is a response to a number of requests I've received from readers over the last few years, asking for a sequel to my 1997 novelette, 'Blind Date'. If you're familiar with that story, you've probably already figured that out by now, but I refrained from mentioning the fact at the beginning because I wanted to keep the element of surprise for as long as possible.