Poker Night

by

Steve Palmer

SITTING IN AN isolated pool of light in the otherwise shadowy back room, Greta O�Toole absently shuffled the deck of cards in her hands over and over as she waited. On the table in front of her were stacks of poker chips, a couple of bowls filled with snacks, and her drink. She was a woman with an imposing presence, nearly six feet tall with flaming red hair and a deep growling voice that commanded attention. In addition, her large sensually sculpted frame supported a gigantic bosom that was liberally displayed by her low-cut dress. She wore no brassiere, as evidenced by the severe protrusion of her proportionately oversized nipples into the fabric of the dress, and the pendulous wobbling and swaying of her immense breasts when she moved.

�What time is it, Barnes?� she called to her manservant who stood by.

�Five past midnight, ma�am,� the gentleman responded, slightly raising his voice over the muted cacophony from the public area of Greta�s bar.

�Late again. Why do I expect anything different?�

A red light on the wall came on, and Greta smiled as she straightened her posture. �Speak of the devil,� she mumbled under her breath. In a moment there was a knock at the door. Barnes looked through the peephole and immediately unbolted and opened it.

�Good evening Ms. Clark,� he said as he admitted a beautiful young woman.

�Hello, Barnes,� she responded as he helped her remove her jacket. �Evening, Greta.� Crystal Clark was informally attired in jeans and a man�s light blue work shirt, which was stretched tight over two tremendous breasts. Her tits were so insanely large that it was a wonder she could even manage to walk. �Am I the first one here?�

�Yeah,� replied Greta, still shuffling nonchalantly.

�Good, I thought I was late.�

�You are.�

Before leaving with her jacket, Barnes asked Crystal what she�d like to drink. Crystal named her poison and sat to Greta�s left at the gaming table.

Barnes returned with Crystal�s tequila sunrise in one hand and a 25-foot carpenter�s tape in the other. As he placed the drink beside her, she stood and raised her arms in the air. He pulled out a length of tape from its case, reached behind her to grasp the end, and then pulled it out around her expansive bust.

�One hundred nine inches, Madam,� Barnes announced. Greta wrote the figure on a scratch pad and did some math with it. Then from a tray she stacked up a number of chips of various colors and slid them across the table. As Crystal took the stack, she noticed Greta�s head turn, and followed her gaze to the red light on the wall which had just come on.

In a moment the door opened and in stepped a young woman dressed only in black � though �dressed� may be an arguable term for her state of attire. Her dark hair was disheveled and her eye make-up was heavy enough to make a whore look like a Sunday school teacher by comparison. There was a stud in her nose (as well as various other places not in plain view) and small tattoos punctuated her skin. She was wearing black leather boots and pants, both with silver studs, and the only other item she wore was a black lace bra.

That bra happened to be one of the largest ever made by man, and it was currently wrapped around two of the largest tits ever grown by woman. They were overwhelmingly enormous, and she slung them around with expert abandon, ignoring their massive bouncing and wobbling, and indifferent to the riveting effect it had on others. Through the peek-a-boo lace pattern of the bra, her dinner-plate-size areolae were visible, as well as a few obscene tattoos. As she strutted slowly to her seat at the table, her colossal tits caromed grandly: bouncing deeply, swinging heavily, shimmying and quivering with every step. All eyes followed her as she straddled her seat and plopped down with a thump, sending a gravid shudder throughout her gigantic bosom.

�Ladies,� she said in terse greeting as she lit up a joint and crossed her legs.

�Good evening, Rocky,� Greta said. Crystal smiled and nodded shyly. Barnes came with the carpenter�s tape and stopped beside Rocky. Gesturing at her extravagant bustline, he enunciated, �Your measurement, Madam.�

She blew out her toke in an annoyed manner, uncrossed her long legs and stood up, thrusting out her chest so her monumental tit-filled bra pushed into Barnes. Taking the collision in stride, he stepped back a pace and proceeded to gauge the circumference of Rocky�s incredible bust.

�One hundred forty-five, Miss O�Toole,� he said to his employer. He turned back to Rocky as she sat down and scooted her chair in, causing her titanic breasts to pulsate and bounce. �Would Miss Rocky care for something from the bar?�

�Yeah. A bottle of vodka and an ash tray, Jeeves.�

�As you wish, Miss,� he said as he turned away, raising his eyebrows.

The next face that came through the door was cheerful and extremely pretty, framed with endless shocks of sparkling hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. �Hey, ya�ll!� Georgia said with a smile as she entered. Her white cowboy boots made a loud klokking sound as she stepped across the floor. Her jeans were so tight you could see every curve of her shapely legs and heart-shaped fanny. The custom-made red plaid shirt she wore hugged her phenomenal torso perfectly. It had taken several yards of material to make the blouse big enough to encompass her extraordinarily huge tits. They were amazingly big, ballooning out into space before her and bulging out at her sides in wide, round arcs.

�Hello, Georgia,� came a chorus of voices.

�You won�t believe this,� she declared as she stood at attention behind her designated chair at the gaming table. �I ain�t wearin� a bra tonight!� she announced proudly, following it up with an enthusiastic rebel yell. The news was received with a mixture of laughter and rude comments. She turned to the side and thrust out her chest, as if her gigantic breasts needed any emphasis, and said, �Pretty firm, huh? For no support as big as I am? And I�m over 30, too!� She laughed at herself and called out, �Measure me up, Barnesy!� Barnes came with his tape, and Georgia held her arms up in the air, pushing her massive bosom toward him with a playful wink. After he had stretched the tape around Georgia�s gargantuan bosom, she brought her arms down and placed her hands underneath her huge boobs to give them the benefit of some extra lift. Barnes studied the tape, making fine adjustments to ensure it was wrapped around the fullest part of her huge bust.

�One hundred thirty-nine inches,� he announced to Greta, who began putting Georgia�s chips on the table.

Georgia sat down in her chair, which was next to Crystal, across from Rocky. �How about a Bud, Barnesy!� she called to Greta�s servant. �Rocky, I see you wore a bra tonight,� she said to the punkette.

�Yeah,� she answered while holding in a lungful, �whenever I wear this outfit without the bra, I tend to get arrested.�

Everyone laughed and someone added, �By some lucky cop!�

After a few minutes of conversation and imbibing, Georgia called out, �Well, deal the cards, Gret!�

�I�d like to wait just a minute more for Julia.�

�Four hands is enough. Come on.�

�But Julia has so much to offer,� Greta responded with a subtle gleam in her eye. Just then the red light came on again, followed by a knock. As Barnes opened the door, a plaintive voice wafted in from the hall, calling, �I�m so sorry I�m late, girls! I really am, but my car wouldn�t start and I had to wait for a cab.� The lovely woman entering the room possessed what were, incredibly, the largest breasts of all the women present. They were monstrously immense, swelling out copiously from her chest, and hanging down to her thighs! She was dressed in stirrup pants and a huge bulky sweater that was stretched tight across her massive bust.

The neckline of her big sweater was deeply cut in front, showing a considerable volume of bulbous, wiggling feminine flesh. It was also widely cut at the shoulders, revealing one of her 3-inch wide bra straps. In spite of any restraint offered by this industrial-strength undergarment, Julia�s unbelievably gigantic tits rocked and wobbled ponderously as she moved. The extreme volume of her huge mammaries stretched the sweater far beyond its design, pulling the weave so tight it became sheer across her bust. Her incredible bosom was so much bigger than the vast sweater that the garment came up short in front, exposing the bottom portion of her commodious tit-packed bra. The tremendous weight of her mammoth boobs made it necessary for her to lean backward slightly in order to counterbalance them when standing, and when she walked she had to tilt from side to side against their considerable mass as they swayed. Her giant bra was dwarfed by her colossal tits and could not cover them adequately. It was difficult for Julia to get around, because she couldn�t see the floor in front of her with her monstrous tits looming out and blocking her view.

As she approached her seat, her enormous bust bumped into the table, sloshing drinks over the rims of glasses and toppling stacks of chips. She sat heavily, and her goliath breasts shook with repercussions.

�Damn, Julia!� said Georgia as she eyed the woman�s tremendous quivering bosom.

Barnes approached the table with his tape again and stood politely by while Julia was busy making conversation with Crystal and Georgia. Greta interrupted unceremoniously, letting Julia know that the man was waiting for her to stop yakking so he could measure her and the game could commence. With a sheepish smile, Julia stood and turned toward Barnes, who was standing a little too close and got jostled by her gigantic boobs.

�Oops � sorry, Mr. Barnes.�

�My pleasure, Madam,� he murmured under his breath as he went about his work. �And what may I bring you from the bar this evening, Ma�am?�

�Would you make me a Manhattan, please sir?�

�Certainly.� He looked at the number on the tape he had wrapped around Julia�s enormous bust, and raised his eyebrows. �Mrs. O�Toole, Miss Julia measures 193 inches,� he reported matter-of-factly. The other ladies reacted to this with various expressions of awe and amazement.

�Isn�t that even bigger than last time?� Georgia asked.

�You sure you read that right, Jeeves?� questioned Rocky.

�Barnes always gets it right,� Greta stated. �He knows that his job depends on his being accurate.�

Julia sat back down, explaining, �Actually, it�s true. My boobs are in another growth period right now. It happens every so often: my tits start getting bigger and bigger for a few months and then they stop for a while. It�ll probably continue the rest of my life. As big as I am, a few more inches added on now and then is hardly noticeable in the short run. It�s just a good thing for me that I enjoy being so big breasted like I do, because over time it adds up,� she said, patting the bulging flank of her immense bosom, �as you can see.�

�Let�s play�, Rocky grunted.

Without a word, Greta shuffled the cards a few more times even though she�d been shuffling them for almost 25 minutes, and set the deck down in front of Crystal, who tapped it to signify a passive cut. Greta retrieved the deck and skillfully dealt the four other women and herself a hand of five cards. They slid across the table, landing perfectly in front of each player.

Greta O�Toole handled the cards like a pro, having been a dealer in Las Vegas for several years when she was younger. It was her first job out of high school in fact, and she was barely 18. Yet even at that age, her boobs weren�t finished developing yet, but you wouldn�t have known it to look at her. Her tits were far bigger than those of any of the professional dancers, strippers, or call girls who plied their trade in the hotel where Greta was working. She was very popular with everyone, not only because of her spectacular figure, but also for her beauty, poise, and what was at the time a charming personality. She got lots of tips and was doing very well until finally her breasts became so phenomenally huge that she was forced to quit. She couldn�t easily see what was happening on the gaming table because her voluminous bosom obstructed her view. She also had trouble adjusting her body concept to her ever-swelling breasts, and was always knocking customers� drinks over with her enormous bulging zeppelins.

�Ante up ten, girls,� Greta said through teeth clenched on a cigarette. She tossed a chip into the center of the table and the other four women did likewise as they all began studying their cards. Everyone knew the game was five card draw. It was what they always played.

Crystal grinned and threw a chip into the pot, saying, �I raise five.� She was pitiful. She had no idea what a poker face was or why it was desirable to keep one. But occasionally she would surprise everybody with some amazingly good hand, so they still had to stay on their toes.

The betting continued around the table, cards were put down and more drawn, and the stakes were raised. Finally their hands were displayed, showing that Rocky�s three tens beat everything else. Rocky raked the pile toward her with a satisfied smile and everyone returned their cards to Greta, who always dealt. As Rocky sat back in her chair, a subtle ripping sound emanated from her. She snorted a laugh and commented, �That was my bra. If it splits wide open and these mothers come rollin� out, I ain�t gonna be held responsible for the damage.�

With the second hand, the game took off like a hockey puck. After several rounds of furious betting, Rocky was convinced that Georgia was bluffing and Georgia was convinced that Rocky was bluffing. With each woman sure she held the winning hand, the pot had become impressively rich. When the hands were finally laid out, it was revealed that both Rocky and Georgia had four-of-a-kind, Rocky with tens and Georgia with queens.

Rocky suddenly became furious, nearly to the point of violence. She stood and made a move as if she might be reaching for a weapon concealed on her person. Barnes was suddenly at her side with his hand grasping the offending wrist, whispering in her ear, �I think it would be wise if we all remain civil this evening, Miss Rocky. Do you remember those three sailors who forced their way in here last year, intending to disturb the evening�s activities? If you recall, I was forced to send them to the hospital. Please do not cause a disturbance here tonight, ma�am.�

Rocky was standing still as a statue with her eyes cut sideways at Greta�s manservant. �Uh, thank you, Jeeves. I just got carried away there for a minute. I�m cool now. I ain�t gonna cause no trouble.�

�Thank you, madam,� he murmured as he slipped back to his sentry post.

Greta stubbed her cigarette out, saying, �If everyone�s ready to get back to the game, I believe we all need to pay the winner.�

Rocky had wagered the most. Still standing, the place where her bra had ripped could be plainly seen. It had burst open on one side, and a bulge of her superabundant breast flesh was protruding through the gap. As her gigantic tits swayed and wobbled against her brassiere�s futile restraint, they suddenly began to diminish somewhat. The huge bra was no longer as tightly stretched around her colossal bosom, which was now a bit less colossal. Around the table, the other ladies� blouses and tops were also becoming slightly roomier (though to a lesser degree) with the exception of Georgia, whose already gargantuan bosom was growing bigger by the second. She stood up and started fumbling with the buttons of her tailored cowgirl shirt. Her swelling breasts filled it to capacity and beyond, and before she was able to take it off, her shirt began ripping at the seams and popping its buttons. Finally the garment burst open and Georgia�s mammoth tits came bouncing free, her huge nipples nodding as if to greet everyone. They continued expanding for several more seconds, until finally the throbbing and swelling stopped. Her tits, having been merely immense earlier that evening, had now grown to mind-boggling enormity, jutting out from her torso to an outrageous degree.

�Nice tits, Georgia,� Greta said as she tapped another cigarette out of its pack.

�Shit! This was one of my favorite tops. Cost a fortune.�

�Then you shouldn�t have worn it tonight,� Rocky shot back quietly but bitterly.

�Everyone sit down please,� Greta ordered. �The night is young.� She shuffled and dealt the cards again.

As Georgia sat again, she had to move her chair back from the table a little to accommodate the increased volume of her tremendous bust.

�Now tell me again; does three-of-a-kind beat two pair, or the other way around?� Crystal asked.

Moans and exasperated sighs were her answer as cards were thrown back to the dealer. Crystal giggled and sat up, looking down at the wide expanse of her huge bust. It had become slightly smaller than it had been when the game began, but the extra room inside her old denim shirt was about to be quickly reclaimed, and then some. �I love this part,� she almost whispered. �It feels so tingly!� She watched, grinning as the buttons pulled tight and popped off one by one, shooting across the room. �That�s why I wore this old shirt, so I could�� Crystal hesitated, as if waiting for some cue. When a ripping sound suddenly came from the vicinity of her immense bosom, she continued, �do this!� The shirt surrendered to the overpowering volume and mass of her gigantic tits, and they came leaping out into view. They bounced ponderously, colliding with each other and against her tummy, abdomen and hips. With a laugh she struck a pose, singing, �Ta-da!� A couple of the ladies went along with her jesting, responding with light golf applause.

Rocky took out another joint and lit it up as Greta dealt a new hand.

Georgia popped the top of another icy beer that Barnes had just brought her, and threw back the first cold swallow.

Crystal sat admiring her tremendous bare breasts, which were now bigger than they had ever been before. Her colossal bosom rested on her lap, and she held it between her hands as she bounced it on her knees by doing little ankle dips. They reverberated ponderously as she played with them. She still wore the torn remnants of her shirt over her shoulders to keep warm, a benefit that didn�t apply to her immense exposed tits. Her nipples had grown huge in the cool air, but when she tried to feel them, she couldn�t reach them.

�Will you quit playin� with yourself and concentrate on the game?� Rocky hissed.

Without looking up from her cards, Julia stepped in, saying, �I thought that stuff you smoke was supposed to make you mellow.�

�It does,� Rocky answered. �I can be a real bitch when I ain�t high.�

The betting started again.

The game continued until long after Greta�s bar had closed. Without the noise from out front, each small sound around the table seemed amplified. The hour grew late and everyone became aware that the game was coming to a close.

Finally it was the last hand and all the chips were lying in a pile at the center of the table. The face of each woman was dead serious. �This is it, ladies,� Greta said quietly. �The betting is over.�

One by one, they laid their cards out: two pair, aces high; three jacks; a full house; and finally Julia put down a royal flush for all to see, commenting dryly, �Sorry girls. Winner takes all.�

Moans, exasperated sighs, and a few colorful words were heard around the table.

Julia didn�t bother reaching out to take the chips; they were immaterial now. The other women scooted back in their chairs and got up, moving away from the table.

Then Julia also stood. Her cavernous sweater that had been stretched so tight across her massive bust was now hanging nearly empty, more like a dress. She moaned softly as she began to feel the sensation coursing through her swelling breasts. They throbbed with her pulse, expanding with every heartbeat and bobbing perforce.

Before long, the big sweater was being filled once again by Julia�s bulging tits, which continued to get bigger and bigger. Soon the sweater was tight again, and she felt relieved to have regained the former glory of her gigantic breasts; however they were not through growing yet by any means. They continued to enlarge radically under her clothing, straining against Julia�s specially made super-bra, which was putting up a valiant fight. It creaked and spat in final agony, until she put it out of its misery by reaching up under her sweater and unfastening the clasps. It popped loudly and her breasts suddenly ballooned out into the slightly larger confines of her great sweater.

As her shockingly oversize bosom continued to get ever more enormous, the knit of the sweater stretched to the point that the yarn was very thin and the gaps between the threads were half an inch wide. When her spectacularly fleshy boobs had swollen beyond the ability of the garment to contain them, a yarn fiber silently broke and the sweater began to unravel. A large run traveled across the wide topography of her immense breasts, splitting the sweater wide open and letting her expanding tits burst free. The other women gawked at the sight, while their own bosoms decreased in size. As Julia�s profoundly enormous boobs bounced and wiggled, her entire torso was jerked around by their sheer mass. She attempted to hold them up with her hands and arms, but their weight was too much, so she finally gave up and leaned over so the great bulk of her massive breasts rested on the floor.

Her boobs soon became so big that she could stand up straight while they remained on the floor. Her nipples had grown to about the size of salt shakers, with areolae like pizza pans. Her mountainous breasts were swelling up fat, high and round, undulating gravidly. They expanded out into the room, bumping into the table and scooting it across the floor as they mounded up taller than a man. Her colossal mammaries continued filling up more and more space until their phenomenal growth finally tapered off and ceased.

There was silence in the room for a moment while everyone, including Julia, stood staring at her tremendously overgrown tits. Rocky�s giant black brassiere hung limp from her chest, with her now-melon-size boobs completely exposed in the gap. �Looks like you didn�t dress to lose tonight, Rocky,� Georgia observed.

�I never do,� she retorted as she removed her commodious bra and threw it aside. Looking down at her naked G-cup tits, she muttered in disgust, �Flat as a fuckin� board. Shit. I don�t need no top now; nobody�s even gonna be able to tell I�m a woman!� With that, she turned and walked out the door.

�Well I�m glad I didn�t come unprepared,� said Crystal as she pulled another top out of her purse.

�If any of you other ladies need a blouse, don�t forget I always have spares on hand,� growled Greta.

�What about me?� whined Julia from behind her monumentally swollen bosom.

�I don�t think you�re going anywhere, sweetheart,� Greta answered. �Not until next month�s game, anyway. I�ll check on you now and then, and Barnes will always be here to keep you company and feed you. Ask him for the portable potty when you need it,� she said as she gathered her belongings and headed to the door.

�Oh,� moaned her tiny voice. �Okay, well � see ya.�

The door slammed, leaving Julia feeling abandoned. An eerie quiet filled the room as she sat back down on her chair. She gazed at her stupendous breasts lying across the floor in front of her like two beached whales, and tears began welling up in her eyes.

Just as she was about to have a good cry, the other door popped open and Barnes emerged. He�d taken off his coat and tie, and was wearing a plain white institutional apron. His sleeves were rolled up on his muscular arms and he had a dishtowel draped over his shoulder. He carried a tray over to the poker table and began clearing away the drinking glasses and ashtrays. Glancing over at Julia, he commented, �You certainly took the pot tonight, Ma�am.�

�Yeah,� she agreed without enthusiasm. �I didn�t expect to be stuck here, though.�

�No, Miss Julia, I suppose not. But rest assured that I�ll take very good care of you, and will do everything I can to make your stay a pleasant one. Just let me know if you want anything, and if it�s within my power, I�ll be glad to accommodate you.�

Greta opened the bar at 10:30 the following morning to get ready for the small but loyal group of customers that regularly came to drink their lunch. She felt light and free with her mere head-size breasts, but she did miss their former extraordinary size. She flicked on the lights and went about her regular routine that prepared her establishment for business. After turning on some music, she went to the back to check on Julia.

The keys jingled as she fumbled with them, searching for the right one. She pictured poor Julia in there, weary and worn from her night alone and probably near the point of tears if she wasn�t already blubbering. Greta began formulating some comforting things she could say to the woman when she saw her.

She found the key and unlocked the door. Giving it a push, it swung open and she saw Julia sitting in the same chair she�d been sitting in last night when they all had left, her gigantic breasts sprawled across the floor before her.

Greta was about to greet her when she noticed something might be wrong. The woman had a strange look on her face and her head was lolling back, as if she were not completely conscious.

�Julia? Are you okay?�

Her breathing seemed labored as she lifted her head shakily and looked at Greta with a glazed expression on her face. �G�mornin� Gret,� Julia replied distantly. Her face then contorted into a grimace that frightened Greta.

�Barnes!� she cried out. �Get in here now!� she barked, leaning over to feel Julia�s forehead.

Barnes� disheveled head suddenly popped up from between Julia�s gargantuan tits. �Yes, ma�am?� he asked.

Julia pushed him back down into her cleavage, moaning, �Don�t stop now!�