The Corn Queen

As the judges filed back to their chairs in front of the grandstand, Hope's heart thundered in her chest like a passing tornado.  Wringing her hands, Hope glanced at the two young women standing next to her, their hair more delicately coiffed and their store bought dresses more resplendent than her homespun rags. She smiled at them, and they smiled back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the judges have come to a decision," the emcee took an excruciating amount of time accepting the decision from the head judge, opening the envelop and feigning surprise. "And this year's Swiss County Harvest Festival Corn Queen is... ... ... Hope Mueller!"

"OH MY GOD!" Hope screamed and gave the other finalists a hug whose enthusiasm was markedly one-sided. Walking forward into the applause and camera flashes, the young woman bent forward to accept her tiara and the small bouquet of Sweet Corn and Black-eyed Susans. After a dizzying stroll around the grandstand, Hope was ushered to the back, where her friends and neighbors waited. 

Hope was so excited, she didn't even think about the curse.

"Congratulations, honey!" her mother wrapped her in an embrace as soon the young woman was on the ground again. The young woman was still in a daze, but she thought her father patted her on the back and told her he was proud of her. Next to her parents stood Melissa, Hope's neighbor and last year's Corn Queen.

"Good job, Hope, I knew you could do it," Melissa smiled. Her two month old son wriggled in her arms and groped at her  right tit hungrily. Hope blushed and thanked her.

"You're looking pretty sexy there, Hope," Looking behind her predecessor, Hope saw Melissa's brother, Derrick.  He was sitting on the back of his four-wheeler, wearing a oil-stained Lynard Skynard t-shirt.

"Thanks, Derrick," seeing Melissa's brother brought Hope a little closer to earth. He had never concealed his intentions towards her, and the thought of that made her skin crawl. And her stomach turn. Hope's mother put a hand on her husband's arm, as if to remind him that they still had to play bridge with Melissa and Derrick's parents.

"Hope!!!" Fortunately, a longer conversation with the Budweiser swilling Neanderthal was cut short by the arrival of Penny. The short, buxom redhead nearly knocked Hope over as she came running through the crowd. "Congratulations!!"

"Thanks!" Instantly, Hope forgot all about Derrick and his lewd stares.

"I'm so happy for you," Penny looked almost more excited than Hope. She bit her tongue, though, when the two runners-up gave the newest Corn Queen a pair of dirty looks as they descended from the grandstand and walked past.

"Watch out for the curse," said one.

"Yea, you don't want to end up like the other winners...," added the other, although the jealousy with which she said it suggested she would have gladly switched places with her.

"She won't," Hope's mother threw her arm around her daughter's shoulder and squeezed her a little too hard.

"That's what I thought," Melissa grinned wistfully, her hungry baby still clawing at her engorged milk machines. With a long sigh she pulled up the front of her sweatshirt and looked down at the fertile bump that was once again stretching the elastic waistband of her shorts. "And it got me twice in one year!"

"Wanna jump on and head to the Field for a celebration?" Derrick suggested (suggestively) and Hope's father looked like he wanted to strangle him.

"Not in this dress," Hope said as regally as she could

"Come on," Penny tugged at Hope's arm, "I've got a better idea,"

* * *

For the past seventeen years, Penny's family had operated the "Harvest Festival Corn Maize" in a field they owned adjacent to the fairgrounds. When the two young women arrived, dusk was giving way to night and the attraction had been closed for a half and hour. The redhead pulled Hope through the well-known twists and turns, having memorized the way to the center after a weekend of rescuing small children and drunks. In the center she had laid out a large blanket surrounded by candles. Hope's heart instantly melted.

"I know it's not Dom Pérignon, but it does say champaign on the bottle," Penny grinned, extracting two bottles of Miller High Life from the corn, and Hope laughed.

"And what exactly were you going to do if I didn't win?"

"I always knew you would win," Penny blushed as she lit the candles and poured the beer into wine glasses. "You're the prettiest, most amazing girl in the world,"

"Come here," And Hope wrapped her girlfriend in a deep embrace. "I love you,"

"I love you, too," Penny's eyes sparkled. "So, you're really not worried about the curse?"

"Not at all,"

"It hasn't missed a Corn Queen in almost two decades, you know,"

"Call me crazy, but," Hope laughed, squeezing Penny's ass. "I don't think I'm getting pregnant this year,"

"Well then, Your Royal Highness, what would you ask of your loyal subject?"

"Hmmm," Hope smiled and put her finger to her lips, miming deep thought. "My first official request as Corn Queen will be for you to kiss me," 

"Your wish is my command,"

Kissing, nibbling and occasionally groping, the two young women lowered themselves on to the blanket. Hope pulled her dress up above her waist, revealing her smooth legs and a fancy pair of mail order panties. Penny responded by lifting her shirt over her head and guiding Hope's mouth to the swell of her round breasts, held high against her chest by an undersized bra. The taste of each other's skin clinging to their lips, the girls took a break to intertwine their arms and drink working class beer from the finest crystal Penny's parents owned.

"Oh! I messed up your hair," While the two teens came back up for a breath, Penny tried to fix a few of Hope's misplaced tresses.

"I might just have to spank you," Hope laughed, reclining on her side. She couldn't keep her hands off her girlfriend's body; not that that was unusual. Hiding their relationship from the town, with the exception of Hope's mom, was exhausting, and they had not had any 'quality time' together in a long while. Hope slid her hand down Penny's flank, over her hip, then brought it down sharply on her lover's well cushioned butt cheek.

"Ow!" Penny rubbed her rump, and her breasts hopped up and down in her bra.

"Come on, lets do it!" Hope rolled on her back and pulled Penny on top of her.

"Right here?"

"Right here. Right now," the Corn Queen wrapped her legs around her girlfriend's hips and kissed her passionately. "Your Queen demands it!"

"Well...," Penny looked around, the candle light animating the fire in her hair. She could hear the waning sounds of the fair, which would continue until midnight. Then she looked down, and Hope reached up to caress her cheek. "Your wish is my command,"

Working together, the two girls carefully removed Hope's dress, folding it carefully next to their empty champaign flutes. Freeing herself from an ill-fitting strapless bra, Hope smiled as her nipples crinkled in the late summer evening chill. The two young women rolled off the blanket and into the grass.

"Have you gotten bigger?" Penny asked abruptly.

"Whoa!" Hope pushed her girlfriend off of her. "You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you?"

"No," Penny laughed and weighed Hope's breasts in her palms. "I mean, your boobs look bigger than usual,"

"What?" Hope looked down at Penny, who was squeezing her girls together. Sure enough, there seemed to be a lot more cleavage between them. "Huh!"

"Believe me, I am not complaining," Penny smiled and rolled back on top. Hope decided that her breasts did feel heavier, although it might have just been the extra attention they were receiving.  Every nerve ending from her stiff points to where the fullness of her curves met her ribcage was firing at once.

"Penny, that feels so FUCKING good," Hope was not ordinarily one to use course language, but any other word would have collapsed under the weight of her excitement.

"Um, Hope...,"

"Yea?"

"You might want to see this,"

"See what?" Hope groaned as she felt Penny's hands leave her.  She opened her eyes and looked down at her chest in surprise. Penny had always been the busty one of the pair, but Hope had outgrown her in a matter of minutes. "What the hell did you do to them?!"

"Me? They just started growing in my hands!" Penny looked frightened. "We need to get you to a doctor,"

"Why?" Hope replaced her girlfriend's hands with her own. Lifting and juggling her new boobs, she was only getting hornier. "I feel great!"

"But... I think they're still getting bigger...,"

"Oh, my God," the Corn Queen couldn't get her panties off fast enough.  Her body, her breasts had seized control from her brain.  "Fuck me, Penny, fuck me!"

"Hope!"

"Please, I- I- I need it!" Barely keeping herself from humping the air, Hope was on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging like udders.  After several agonizing seconds, she felt her girlfriend's fingertips teasing apart the folds of her sex.  Her tits responded by sagging past her elbows.

No one knew Hope's body better than Penny.  She had been her first kiss in middle school and, years later, her first orgasm as well.   Penny's middle finger met no resistance from Hope's self-lubricating canal.  When the fingers to either side pressed her engorged lips, Hope lost the last of her self-control, bucking her hips against Penny's hand and grunting wildly.  Just then, Penny pressed her button, pushing her thumb firmly into the soft spot between her asshole and her pussy. Screaming and shaking, Swiss County's newest Corn Queen orgasmed hard, wearing nothing but her tiara.

"Oh my," Hope shook her head.  Her ears were burning, but she was more concerned with another pair of body parts.  Her boobs had swelled as large as prize-winning pumpkins.  They filled her lap as she sat cross-legged, facing her girlfriend.

"Hope, you're huge!"

"Shhh," Hope crawled over to her girlfriend, dragging her breasts along the grass.  She looked down at Penny's flushed cleavage and unclasped the other girl's bra in an instant.  The redhead snapped out of her daze and slipped out of her cotton panties, the crotch already soaked to the point of translucence.  Her naked body was soon enveloped in an embrace that was more breasts than arms.

At first kissing deeply, Hope finally slipped her fingers into Penny.  With her own orgasmic aftershocks amplified by the redhead's eager wriggling between her giant boobs, the Corn Queen removed her tongue from her girlfriend's mouth and started groaning again.  For her part, Penny always took a long time to orgasm, progressing from moan to gasp to scream in a fixed and predictable order.  Hope knew the route and patiently pumped her fingers and rolled her thumb in circles around the redhead's nub. 

Hope was able to feel her pumpkin boobs growing with her arousal.  Larger and larger, they finally met again behind Penny's back.  Hope continued to pleasure her girlfriend, even as the motion of her arm sent waves through the ocean of breast flesh which surrounded the orgasmic redhead, who had already reached the throaty groan stage.

"What... is... happening...," Hope whispered.  Some pageant winner she turned out to be.  Her nipples were the size of corn cobs and well out of the reach of her hands.  With Penny's pussy clenching around her fingers, Hope felt her already bloated bags start to fill with milk.

"Holy shit," Penny collapsed into Hope's breasts, which had grown to the size of bean bag chairs. Finding a nipple, the redhead surrounded it with her lips.  As she did, the Corn Queen felt the milk in her breasts start to move and then flow- pulled out of her body by Penny's mouth.

Between sweaty rolls in the grass and languid reposes, the pair spent the rest of the night in a long, erotic dream.  Like all dreams, however, this one faded- its morning star light obscured by the brightness of day. All that would be left were vague impressions of engorged organs and the giggles of two naked girls as they snuggled for warmth wrapped in a picnic blanket..

* * *

"Well," She said. Her skin was subterranean pale, and as the wind passed through Her hair it took on the chill of autumn. Wiping mustard and corn dog crumbs off Her milky cheek, She turned to Her companion.  "That didn't go the way you planned,"

"Yes, I think I have to work on developing my...," She said. Her heart was breaking for next year's harvest. "What did you call it again?"

"Gaydar, Mom," She rolled Her eyes. "Way to keep up with the lingo,"

"That is, 'gaydar'," She said as They walked through the waning festival crowd. They didn't have much time left and headed towards the food booth for one last deep fried Twinkie.

THE END