It was a beautiful summer day in Goshen, Connecticut. Woodridge Lake was quiet, and so was the house. Mom and Dad were going to be in Hartford for that night and most of the following day... and I was bored out of my mind. Emphasis on was. That was the day my inner child wept with joy. That was the day I discovered that magic was real.
It started ordinarily enough. Restless, I went out for a long walk; in the woods. I hiked four of the six-mile circuit around the lake through underbrush, between trees, and over streams. By then, I felt sufficiently worn out that it was time to hit the pavement and head back home.
About a mile as the road runs from the house, a bright red corvette with its top retracted slowed down beside Ken as he walked along the road.
"Need a lift, cute stuff?" inquired a Latina contralto.
"No, I'm…" Ken's voice trailed off as he realized just what was occupying the car.
First noted was the driver. Early twenties, like Ken himself, and Latina, as was her accent. Curly black hair, falling about her head in ringlets. A cherub-ish face, with smooth features that spoke of light and laughter, as did her teasing smile. And almost falling out of her tank top. Not because the top was too small, either. Ken estimated her bust to be about forty-two inches around, maybe forty-three, though the cleavage she was so confidently displaying made her seem even bigger then her probable triple D-cup size. Not to mention thick, nub-like nipples, looking as if they were about to tear through the top's thin cotton. Further down, a flat, smooth waist peeked out from under the cover of her chest, and below that, broad smooth thighs stretched forward under the steering wheel. Ken even thought he could see the curve of her ass overfilling the corvette's bucket seat, her capris just barely containing it.
Next was riding shotgun. Early twenties, and charcoal black - skin and eyes. Shorter black hair than the driver, and wiry. Slightly blocky features, but only so much as to imply strength of will and personality. And thick, heavy, but expressive lips, pulled back over her straight white teeth in a grin - the kind of lips that made Ken wonder just how far she could blow a man's mind with her kiss. She was bigger than the Latina, probably forty-five inches while stuffed into that sports bra, which would make her between forty-seven and forty-eight inches without it. Said bra strained and creaked with every little shift of weight, pulling tight across her E-cup breasts as they rode high on her chest. The feeling must have been arousing for her, as her nipples were up and out, long and fat, and looking very suck-able. She had broad shoulders and finely muscled arms and legs, while her abs showed a definite six-pack, and the butt under her biker shorts was just as toned.
Number three was behind the driver's seat. Again early twenties, tanned to a bronze, and piercing green eyes. Rounded Asian features, a cute button-nose, and arrow-straight dyed blonde hair. She seemed smallest of them, at just under forty inches to Ken's eyes, but they thrust forward defiantly, another pair of big, thick nipples leading, against her form-hugging button-down blouse. The spaces between buttons gifted lookers with glimpses of D-cup cleavage, as did the top three buttons being left undone. Her chest tapered down to the tiniest waist Ken had ever seen on so busty a woman, then flared out into the widest hips so far. Ken could almost hear her ass squishing underneath her, and, combined with the smooth expanse of thigh rolling down off her seat, made for quite a sight in his Mind's Eye.
The last… [Oh. My. GOD!] thought Ken. Also in her early twenties, light cream skin with a slight tan, with bright blue eyes haloed by wavy red-brown hair, on a finely chiseled, aristocratic face that danced and beckoned with mysterious smiles and quirky grins. What must have been a men's XXL t-shirt was tied off above her waist, the largest bust yet filling and over-filling it. Mile-deep cleavage announced itself to the world, starting from the hollow of her throat and thrusting up through the neck of that poor t-shirt and bulging over the stretched-out hem, before vanishing down into its white depths. Her breasts jiggled, bounced and swung with the slightest movement, defying Ken's attempt to guess their immense cup size. [Those monsters have to put her over sixty inches! Sixty!] And revealed by the tied-off tee, her abs showed signs of a slight six-pack, that in-shape look that just screams "touch me, I'm sexy", as her waist tapered inward then all but exploded back out again at the hips. Broad, smooth thighs would carry this creature to her feet, and her butt was so big, round, and firm it could almost be considered it's own entity. Ken remembered the anime Eiken, and realized he was looking at a real-life Kirika. Plus three more women just as devastatingly sexy.
"…Awfully lonely, actually. Nobody's gonna be home tonight but me…"
The Latina and Asian both snickered, the Black rolled her eyes with a snort, and the redhead… smiled softly and asked in reply, "Which means?"
"…Which leaves me in search of a better destination," Ken finished with a wink and a fun-loving half-smirking grin. Looking at each of them in turn, Ken's eyes widened a bit as he saw faint hints of a blush in each. Then his eyes locked with… each of them… and all at once? [What?]
Suddenly the world seemed to fade away, half washed out, like an old picture, around him. At the same time, each of the four women seemed to… brighten, to Ken's eyes. Then there was heat, not sun heat but coming from within him, as he felt something roll off of each of the four and break, in waves, around him. The world snapped back into focus and Ken rocked back on his heels. This was immediately followed by a collective gasp of… delight?
Wide-eyed, the Asian clambered half-way out of the Corvette’s back seat, leaning out and (inadvertently?) thrusting those torpedo tits at Ken. "Did… you feel that?"
Shaking his head to clear it, and trying to loosen his suddenly constricting shorts around an equally suddenly erection, Ken answered, "Feel…? I felt… Yes. I felt… something. Roll off of you. Each of you. And suddenly I was hot." Looking at each of them, Ken noticed with no small amazement and some very slight trepidation that they all looked… a little busty-er… their shirts a little tighter… And by their increased squirming, they'd felt something too. Or… "You triggered that? Your… auras? Was that ki projection?!" exclaimed Ken, abruptly excited like a hyper high school student.
All four women started, then broke into broad grins and huddled, conversing excitedly.
"He's a sensitive? How lucky can we get!?"
"It's more than that, I think he even has a little training!"
"Yeah, I see a hint of Kempo in his stance, maybe some Jujutsu too. Think of how long he'll be able to go… you know… if we build on that!"
It was like the whole world was bending around him… [No,] Ken thought, [Around them. I'm being pulled into it by proximity. But… are they really talking about… what I think they are? Hooooh boy.] And worse for Ken's peace of mind was what was taking place before him. Even as he watched these four knockouts converse more and more… excitedly, Ken could actually see each of them getting… bigger? As impossible as it seemed, the Asian was now looking forty-three, maybe even forty-four inches at the bust, the Latina in the high forties, the black pushing fifty, and the redhead… was rapid exceeding Ken's ability to process. Trying to look elsewhere didn't help much, as Ken found himself merely inspecting the rest of their luscious bodies. Only to note more… expansion… in the butts, hips, and thighs as well. Waists were as tight as ever, maybe even a little tighter…
"Is this… magic?" It was a simple question, some would call it childishly naive, but… it stopped the four-way conversation in its tracks, and riveted the women’s' attention on Ken again. Immediately he felt the heat and his manhood rising again.
The Latina spoke slowly and with care… as if both eager for and dreading his answer. "Do… do you Believe?"
The question in reply took Ken's breath away. [This is it,] he thought. [All my life, I've wondered about what the world could be like for me if I was not restricted to the physical sciences. Wished to…]
"Yeah. Yeah, I Believe. I've been looking for proof all my life, that there's something more to the universe than cold, hard, physical science…" Ken's head came up, eyes wild and bright, a boyish grin lighting his face. "Will you teach me? I'll do whatever I can… whatever I have to, to pay you back for it."
"Erm… We'd… We'd really love… love too, but…" began the Latina, her face flushed and breathless.
"Dere's sometin' ya shoul' know 'bout our kind o' magic," finished the black crisply. Though she too looked like she was blushing. And leering too.
The four were squirming something terrible by now, and when he caught sight of a spot of wet on the redhead's jean-shorts, centered low in her crotch, Ken understood with a start. "You're charging your auras with lust, aren't you? Using the 'emotion' lust as a focus?"
"You are really perceptive for a Novice in the Art, you know. I think I like that," the Asian answered coyly, nodding rapidly, blushing and grinning like mad as she roved her eyes across Ken's body again.
Now that he'd noticed and understood, Ken was really starting to enjoy feeling the palpable heat of their gazes, even as he wondered how on Earth he, one sexually inexperienced young man, was going to make himself worth the time to four lusty, outrageously sexy women… "So, what now?"
The Latina’s grin could have split her face. "Hop in," she replied, jerking a thumb behind her. Ken looked, wide-eyed, at the sliver of seat between the gorgeous Asian and the stunner of a redhead in the Corvette’s back seat, and gulped almost comically. He wondered how he was going to behave himself between two such examples of female pulchritude.
Which turned out not to be the problem. Hoping over the back end of the car to drop down into what little seat there was, Ken found his left arm immediately beset upon by the Asian. "Hi. I'm Yohko." Ken's eyes bulged for a moment as he witnessed Yohko burst off the highest closed button on her blouse, for her arousal spiked sharply on contact with him, and pushed her aura further out, her body following suit. Her cleavage appeared even deeper at such close range, and she seemed intent on engulfing his left arm in it. Apparently, he wasn't expected to 'behave himself'; Ken thought he could live with that.
Meanwhile, the black grabbed his sneakered feet and pulled them up between the front two seats, solving the no-foot-room problem. "Shayna," she said with a grin over her shoulder, setting his right leg down under her left arm and running strong fingers across that shin and calf. And the driver, "I'm Teresa, or Teri," she grinned, "Whatever, right?" was doing the same to Ken's left leg, even as she began driving again.
As for the redhead… "…Kaitlyn," came her breathless answer, as she, despite the lack of space, 'sidled' up next to Ken and leaned into him. Softly at first, then slowly more deeply. In the back of his mind, Ken noticed that she was the most breathless of the four, and despite already being the biggest, also seemed to be gaining the most inches per minute of contact. Even as Shayna leaned over the center console, deliberately resting a swollen and still swelling boob on one leg, and Teresa started rubbing his other leg up against the side of her bulging breasts, Yohko was undoing buttons down to her navel and Kaitlyn had her left arm around Ken's neck, her right splayed across his sweat-soaked chest, pushing her massive tits down into her lap and his.
Abruptly Teresa made a sharp left turn, throwing Yohko into Ken's lap, tit flesh spilling forth as her thick, pointy nipples poked into his thighs. She moaned and shuddered and grew, smothering the throbbing prick that languished beneath Ken's heavy hiking shorts with her boobs. At the same time, Ken was pushed against Kaitlyn, squishing her against the far side of the car. She squealed, and Ken flinched and almost apologized, but stopped. The knot confining Kaitlyn's breasts to her shirt had just come undone and it was obvious why: her bosom seemed to like getting squished, and her arousal had risen in response. Having the source of her arousal pressed against her probably would have driven her wild by itself, but with Ken's right hand buried between her legs, fingers crushed against a certain sensitive bit of anatomy … She had cleavage feet deep now, falling out from under the tee, and still more formed as her tits thrust forward against the passenger front seat, and across into Ken's lap as well.
Ken's eyes got very wide when he finally realized where his right hand had ended up. His first reaction was to snatch it back and babble apologies, but when he realized that he was also cringing in anticipation of a slap, he choked that line of thought off as quick as he could. [Geh, too much romantic comedy, and not enough hentai.] Instead he leaned his head toward Kaitlyn and whispered, "Do you like that?"
Or tried too. Ken was barely half way through the question when Kaitlyn lunged against him, pulling his head down, mashing her lips into his and giving him an eye-popping first French kiss that quickly drowned out the rest of the world. Yohko gasped at the actions of, normally, the coolest and most level-headed of the four, even as she pulled herself upright. [Kami… Is she… smitten with him? No, look at her go… This is a lot deeper…] Indeed, 'going' she was; Kaitlyn only paused to suck air, the rest of the minute-long kiss she was tonguing him with wild abandon. Her body was not to be left behind, as her boobs filled the right half of the back seat up to shoulder level. Ken could feel her thighs thickening, as Kaitlyn's nectar soaked through her shorts and all over his stroking hand. And next to him on the seat, he could feel her ass cheeks swelling out from underneath her, a sharp rip sounding as her jean shorts parted down the rear center seam in an effort to make room.
Suddenly Kaitlyn squeaked and retreated, and Ken started and sat upright again. As he did so, his senses came back to him, and Ken realized someone was pinching his left leg painfully, and Teresa's voice was assaulting both Kaitlyn and him.
"Damnit you two, hold you're horses! We're still in public for cryin' out loud! All Kay needs to do is pop one nipple up into open air and bang! We're liable for arrest on indecent exposure charges." As Kaitlyn's bust retreated startlingly quickly, Ken finally saw how Teresa had diffused the problem. And he winced. [Ack. A lengthy, nails-first pinch to the base of one of those huge nipples. And a woman's are supposed to be so much more sensitive than a man's…] Ken winced again, before returning his full attention to Teresa.
"…I swear, I've never seen you like this, Kay. What's up with you?"
Kaitlyn was hesitant in answering. "I… I don't know… I… can't even look at… Ken… without heating up. And his touch…" She shivered, and Ken watched closely, hoping but not sure what he was hoping for. "I feel like I'm going to explode when… it… it's hard enough, sitting next--"
Ken frowned, shifted, and hefted Yohko out of her seat. Surprised as he was by how light the busty Asian was, Ken didn't stop to think about it. Instead, he slid himself over into Yohko's seat, pulled his feet from between the front seats and settled them behind the driver's seat. Then, whispering his intent to Yohko, they positioned her across both Ken's and Kaitlyn's laps, Yohko's head on the driver's side of the car. Then to Kaitlyn, Ken remarked, "Sorry, that's the first time I've ever seen myself have such an effect on a woman. So… until we get where we're going, is this," he indicated his and Yohko's new positioning, "acceptable? I do want more of… that… but Teresa's right about the exposure thing."
Finally able to meet Kaitlyn's eyes, Ken was surprised to see them moist. "Ken…" she began softly, "…Thank you, for understanding. I… want more, too." They held gazes for a few moments, then Kaitlyn blushed and turned away as she felt her body surge restlessly underneath her.
"Awww…" chorused Yohko and Shayna in unison, complete with too-cute faces. Ken growled, but there was a grin on his face.
He sighed though… The tension between him and Kaitlyn was still there, at the very edge of his un-honed senses… [This is gonna be a looooong drive.]