You may remember that I mentioned her in the first story. Kristi Swenson. And I quote, "Five three, toned bod, nice ass, strawberry hair, pretty green eyes. She was nice all right, and she had the libido of a queen bee. She almost never stopped. Two or three guys a night. It was kind of sick. But I was going to make her pay. And I knew how. She was flat as a board. The only reason she got laid so much was because she put out all the time. She was a guaranteed score. Otherwise she might not have been so popular."
So what happened to her? Funny you should ask..
Soon after I had placed said spell on her... oh wait... maybe you don't remember what I did to her. I wanted to punish her for making me seem like even more of an idiot than I was. I can do that on my own, ask anyone (Except the Reviewer. I can't spell, so I don't think I'm well liked in that circle. Anybody know who sent me the mail bomb? Oh well....). But I digress... Basically I wanted her to have a big scarlet letter on her chest... or rather I wanted to make her chest said item. So, stealing from one of my favorite big bust comic strips, every time Kristi orgasmed, her breasts, then non-existent, would grow. I also made her a hell of a lot more sensitive, so her orgasms would be quick and enormous. Plus, she had to have sex at least once a day. Okay, I admit, I didn't need to do that, her being a slut and everything, but it's my God-like power and I'll do with it as I please. You wanna do it different? Go get yer own.
Back to the story at hand. It was seven o'clock on a Friday night. The spell (Can you call it a spell? Who knows?) was set and Kristi, without fail, had someone to fuck her. She was in typical form. How do I know this? Well, I did sleep with her before, not that I like to admit it, and I knew how she was when she really wanted sex, read: all the time. And two, I had a special TV I made with said God-like powers, so I could watch. Hey, I get off on it, leave me alone. Anyway, his name was Sven. A foreign exchange student. Sweden? Nope. Finland? Nope. Norway? Nope. Japan? Yup. That's right, Sven Yamaguchi from Tokyo. Don't ask, I don't want to know. Maybe it was his mom or dad, but the guy was huge. Nearly seven feet tall and arms the size of... well... really big arms, damn it! His arms were the size of a normal human thigh. He could bench press a Buick and run forever. He was also said to be well endowed in the Crotchial region (that's the genitals for you lames out there). The only things that even came close to revealing his real origin were his slanted almond shaped eyes, which, of course, all the girls found "dreamy". Yuck.
Her apartment. Her tactics.
"Gosh, Sven, it's cold. Will you hold me?" she said, in her innocent voice.
Sven, being a gentleman and clueless as to his situation was more than happy to help the pretty lady and wrapped his gigantic arms around her. She smiled and kissed his neck. Sven jumped back in surprise, and blushed.
Kristi smiled softly.
"Is our little Sven a virgin?" she said slyly.
Sven nodded.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. And I'll bet you like boobs, don't you, Sven?" said she, her voice like velvet.
Sven blushed deeper and nodded again.
Now, what happened next surprised me. It was the first surprise for the night, but not the worst. I watched as her breasts started to grow. My eyes bugged out, it hurt actually, don't know how all those cartoon characters do it. They were growing and it wasn't from anything I had done. They pushed against the thin blue shirt she had on, stretching to transparency. Her small nipples jutted out proudly, sticking just an inch out of the fabric. I'm not good with inches or sizes, but they stopped growing at around the size of basketballs. They were round, perfect, and beautiful. I myself wanted to do rather messy things with them.
"Do you like these, Sven?" Kristi asked.
Sven, mesmerized simply nodded, slackjawed. I thought his pants would rip from the bulge in the middle.
"Ooo, and he's a big boy too. Come here, big boy," she toyed. "Come suck on mama's big ole titties."
What would you have done in such a situation? I know I would have, much like Sven, gone up and done what I was told. Even his great big hands had a hard time grabbing all the soft breast flesh.
"Mmm, that feels nice, Sven. Oh yeah.. suck my tits. Yesssssssss....." she hissed, rubbing Sven's head gently. "Would my big boy like to take my shirt off?"
Sven answered by tearing her shirt off and throwing it to the floor, then greedily sucking on her nipples again. She gasped. "YESSSSS!"
I watched dumbfounded at the scene. This isn't what I wanted to happen at all, and yet, I didn't do anything to try and change the course of events. I just watched. I told ya, I get off on it.
Sven sucked slowly, going from one nipple to the other, and then back again. Kristi moaned softly and reached a hand down into her pants.
"My pussy is soooo wet, Sven. Do you want to see my pussy? Hmm?"
Again, what would you have done? Sven stood up and nearly destroyed the denim jeans Kristi wore trying to take them off. Kristi just smiled and laughed and shoved Sven's face down into her crotch when her pants were off.
"Have you ever seen one of these, Sven?" she demanded.
"Once, in a magazine...." he replied weakly. "It smells like candy, somehow. May I... er.. may I?" he trailed off.
"Touch it? Yes Sven. Touch it. Lick it, play with it. I want you to make me cum, Sven. Do what you have to."
Kristi lied back and moaned some more as Sven started to play with her dripping wet snatch. I was starting to play with something myself. The whole thing was like watching porn only more so. But, just about that time, I got my second shock of the night. And it was much worse than the first, by far. Kristi turned and looked directly at me. There was no other way to describe it.
"I think you've seen enough tonight, Mark. Go to bed. We'll talk later."
My jaw dropped again. My eyes bugged out and a whole bunch of other cartoon shit happened as well. Kristi laughed and the TV went blank. I was left with my thoughts, a boner, and a feeling of dread.
To Be Continued...