Author’s note: This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Please forgive me if my writing is not in line with this website’s usual standards.
DISCLAIMER: this story violates the laws of Alabama, Mississippi and Physics. Do not read it.
She picked up the bottle and read its label:
Wintermans Growth Pills– For Him and For Her.
Dosage– Regular Growth: 1 tablet, Maximum Growth: 2 tablets.
CAUTION: DO NOT EXCEED TWO TABLETS.
She swallowed one tablet. Within seconds, her breasts began to tingle and expand, from a perky B-cup to a C-cup, then a D-cup. The tingling stopped. “A good start,” she thought and downed another pill. The tingling started again. When it stopped her breasts were DDD’s. “Good, but not quite pornstar size. What the heck, third time’s the charm.” As she swallowed the third pill, the tingling began again. Soon her breasts were the size of basketballs. “That’s better,” she thought. “Just what I wanted.” But this time the tingling did not stop. Her breasts went on growing until they were as big as watermelons. Then the tingling sensation moved downwards on her body. She rubbed the spot with her hand–to her horror, she discovered what felt like a third breast growing in the center of her chest, below the first two. Soon she could see it, pushing the others out and up. It kept on growing until it was as big as the others, then the tingling stopped. “Better put these pills away,” she thought. “And where am I going to find a bra for these babies?”
Her new boobs swung and bobbled wildly as she tried to walk, making her gasp and wobble off balance. So she took a sash and wound it tightly around her rack, encircling all three breasts and binding them together. Now they stuck out proudly in front of her, the erect nipples forming a perfect equilateral triangle. The space between her boobs was dark and warm and inviting–and empty. The sensitivity of her breasts had grown in proportion to their size. She needed a man between them–now.
She knew what she had to do. Quickly, she gathered up the three leather straps and the pill bottle and ran outside.
The moon was full and the night was warm and inviting. She found him standing on the beach, watching the ocean in the moonlight. He saw her and smiled. From the way his shorts tented, she could see she had his full attention. She kneeled before him and pulled down his shorts, drawing his throbbing erection to her bosom. More–she needed more. She handed him the pill bottle.
As he swallowed the first pill, his dick tingled and grew from seven to ten inches. Not enough to fill the aching void between her massive boobs. Another pill; now it was fifteen inches long and thick as a rope. But still she needed more. She gave him one more pill.
To his horror, his chest and face began to tingle. In a few moments he had grown two additional dicks: one on his chest, and one on his forehead, all as big as the first had become.
“Lie down,” she said. He lay on his back and she lowered her chest onto his. His pulsing chest-dick found the space between her boobs and filled it perfectly. Meanwhile, she squirmed her pussy onto his original penis.
“Now this is where it starts to get interesting,” she said. Deftly, she reached under him and passed the straps under his body. He helped her fasten them around their joined bodies: one around their buttocks, one around their waists, and one around their chests below the armpits.
“Now hold on tight,” she whispered, as she lowered her face to his, and began kissing the cock on his forehead. From kissing, to licking, to sucking. Somehow she took his whole length into her mouth as he bucked and thrust under her, pumping for all he was worth.
“Mmm,” she moaned, as the suction of her mouth, her boobs and her pussy all intensified. Soon he could stand it no more: “I’m cumming....”
They went on pumping until she had sucked every last drop she could tease from him. Yet his three throbbing cocks stayed hard and, if anything, grew in size. Her breasts seemed to grow tighter around his chest-dick as her pussy squeezed his original dick harder than ever. And the sensation of her mouth on his head-dick was indescribable as she doubled and redoubled her pressure on him. Finally, gasping and moaning with jerking spasms, she rolled over onto her back, spent. Still coupled by the straps and the three-point suction, he rolled over on top of her and they lay on the sand, enjoying the warm afterglow. He noticed her breasts were getting even larger than before. They had burst out of their confining sash and were squeezing themselves into all the spaces between their bodies, pushing his body upwards against the encircling leather straps. The sensation was very pleasant and he allowed his thoughts to drift off....
He awoke to a gentle swaying sensation. He was still lying on top of her, but now her breasts had become truly tremendous, ballooning outwards and upwards, and completely surrounding and holding his body. They swayed back and forth in the gentle breeze that had sprung up, making her moan gently in her sleep. He looked down tenderly on her sleeping face, and on the ocean hundreds of feet below.
Hundreds of feet below! His start must have woken her. “It’s all right, darling,” she whispered, “you’re quite safe with me.” Her hands stroked his butt, instantly making all three of his dicks rock-hard again.
“Oh, I see you’d like some more of the same,” she laughed. “Very well.” In midair, their lovemaking was as slow and gentle as it had been fast and furious on the beach. After what seemed like hours, they came together, shuddering deliciously in each others’ arms, until she sighed like a well-opened champagne bottle, over and over again. With each sigh, her breasts deflated a little, and their coupled bodies gently drifted, lower and lower, down towards the ocean. Day was beginning to break, and in the growing light he could see a grassy island coming into view. With a final sigh they gently came to rest on the springy turf. After a few minutes they picked themselves up stiffly. In the morning light he could see that her breasts were now back to the same watermelon size they had been when he had first seen them. He still had his three dicks, but they no longer throbbed.
He heard laughter coming from a nearby grove of palm trees. Looking up, he saw a dozen other couples approaching. All were naked; all the women had boobs like hers and all the men had equipment like his. One of the men spoke.
“Welcome to Dickhead Island! Come and join us! We’ve still got an hour or two before the pills wear off and the Wintermans boat gets here to take us home.”
Smiling, they ran to join the party.