It had been a long festival's day and I was retiring to the campground. I was looking forward to resting up a bit in my van before we all went out to Sunny's, the local bar owned by a feisty Vietnamese woman. Pool, bad jukebox, good pinball and great beer. The night had cooled quite a bit compared to the day and was exhilarating. The slight breeze cooled me as I maneuvered through the darkness down the path. The occasional glowworm caught my eye and I wondered to myself, "How do they do that?" Into the campground I was and making my way to the van when I heard a voice, "Hey, need a beer?" My instant reaction was, "But of course!" I then used my stupefied mental acuity to determine the owner of the voice and it turned out to be Gelf, a fellow gamer. I took the frothy, and inexpensive, beverage she proffered and she gave me a slight peck.

"How was your day hon?"

I riposted with a hug that she returned enthusiastically, "Fine and yours? How are your friends doing? Are they still here?"

"Yes, they had a great time today."

"How's Valerie doing?"

"She's fine. You kind of like her don't you?"

"Not at all, I like her a lot!"

"You just want to get down her pants."

"Or up her skirt, whichever method would prove most expedient"

"Oh you're horrible. But you're in luck because I know the secret to getting her in bed."

"Oh? Do tell."

She motioned me to her camp and proceeded off. "Follow me. We're all hanging out here for a bit. I'll introduce you to her and tell her what a good friend of mine you are. She always tries to get any guy I like. It should work."

Could it be this easy? My mind was awhirl with the possibilities and I must admit I was becoming turned on just at the thought of it. It was like being in one of those stories on my favorite website. We crested an insignificant hill and people were hanging about getting done with the day's business of getting done with the day's business. I was introduced to Randy and John I already knew. Then came Valerie.

Gelf trotted me over to the tree where Val reclined, "Valerie, this is Charles. You probably saw him about today but you didn't know he's one of my good friends." With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek similar in effect to an exclamation point on the end of a sentence. Val's interest immediately piqued.

"Hi, I'm Valerie." She extended her hand but did not get up. At which point I must say she took on the helpless look of the damsel in distress. It could be her wench-costume she was still in from the day. The bodice was of the low cut variety, which allowed the breasts to spill forth. Her cleavage was luscious and you could tell by looking that her breasts would be of the sort that hang slightly and then are round and full at the bottom. Oh yes, the beloved "teardrop effect". I glanced past her Burnt Sienna hair and into the eyes of purest Raw Umber, when I realized I had probably eaten too many crayons as a kid. Her hair was auburn and her eyes deep brown. Her build was slim and her hair curled down her neck in that, "have-I-had-a-long-day" fashion. She smiled and blinked upward at me slowly.

"I'll leave you guys to get acquainted I've got to go change." were Gelf's last words as she trudged off into the darkness to prepare for the evening ablutions.

"So, you guys came down from Pennsylvania for the whole weekend?" I began, noting the obvious.

"Yeah and it's been great we had an awesome time!"

"Cool."

Valerie turned towards me as I sat next to her at the base of the tree.

"So, how well do you know Gelf?"

"Actually, I've known her for years. I think she's always kind of liked me."

"Oh?" she feigned disinterest. It was like playing a violin.

She caught me sneaking a glance at her bosom and pretended not to notice. I granted her the affectation and she nuzzled a bit closer to me putting her head in my lap. "I'm so beat from this day I just want to get out of these clothes." Oh my! Magic! Music! Thank you Lord! Of course her head was now in a very sensitive area and when she turned to look up at me it sent a shudder of stimulation through which provided some very interesting results.

"What do you say we take a walk?" I suggested, though I was far from any condition to do any serious walking. Lucky for me I had a heavy apron on which would cover my "reaction" far better than the flimsy, yet easily removable, cotton pants I was wearing. She bounced up to her feet and stood over me for a moment and I was able to take in the foreshortened view of her figure from below. Like the moon rising above the range so stood her face beaming down from atop her wonderful globes. I rose to the occasion and then climbed up to my feet.

"Let's walk this way." I suggested as I put my arm around her shoulders. She put her arms around my waist and proclaimed, "Where you lead I will follow." In my head I heard the words, "I would like to thank the academy... for this incredible honor."

We walked a surprisingly short distance until we reached the light blue boxy contraption known fondly as Baxter, my '75 Dodge Ram van.

"So is this where you're taking me?" she posited as she simultaneously flipped her hair and swung her shoulders around to plant her back against the sliding door. She barred my access to the handle. Had I blown it?

The fact that I had not blown it was made quite obvious to me by the deep kiss she hungrily planted on my lips while twisting the cotton of my pirate shirt in her fist. Her tongue was hot and probing and practically scraped my Islets of Langerhans. My hands ran up her blouse and they were wonderfully palm-sized and firm, a little too firm. They must be fake! Wow! My first fake-tit-fuck! Hell, this was one for the record books: personal record for quickest sex and first time with a beautifully enhanced and endowed young lady.

She seized my hands as they fondled her torso, "Not so fast! Let's go...inside."

"Sounds great I said, I love going "inside". She smiled and swatted my shoulder. I slid the key into it's hole (irony?forshadowing?) and she slid her arms around my waist and bit into my back. Cue the music: I'm in heaven, simply heaven and my heart beats so that I can barely speak...

I slid the door open and we climbed into the van. I reached across her as I slid the door shut, locked it and then fell on top of her if a fit of mad kissing. She wrangled me over and tossed me onto my back and climbed on top. I kissed her wonderfully soft stomach and went for her spectacular breasts again. As she pushed my hands away I flipped her backwards. We both got up to our knees and embraced in frenzied lip lock. Again as I my hands made their way to her chest she held them at bay.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, there's something you need to know."

"You've had a boob-job?"

"No not at all. We just can't take my top off."

"Why not? You weren't horribly scarred as child in a bizarre gardening accident were you?"

"No, it's nothing like that."

"Wait! You don't have three boobs do you?"

Again she swatted me. "No! Will you stop it! The only problem is...well...I'm rather big." She seemed unsure of herself.

I tried to allay her fears delicately, "Well duh! I could tell that from looking at you. They're huge!"

"You don't really know how huge I am."

"Hey, my motto is always, 'the bigger the better'"

"But I find most guys don't like really huge boobs." she explained almost apologetically.

I now had to take her own estimation of her girth into serious doubt. What had she had happen to her in the past? She was big but by no means huge. Minka, Crystal Storm, Busty Dusty, now they're huge!

Her hands disappeared behind her back and she started to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. "I take it you thought I was fake because my boobs are so firm." They quavered as she fidgeted. "I warned you, remember."

"It's okay! I used to have a girlfriend in Texas with double-I boobs. I like huge!"

"Double-I ?"she said and raised an eyebrow. Her hands twitched and suddenly the front of her blouse swelled and the half teardrops within inflated like water balloons until the fabric had all new stress marks and the mounds inside must have measured nearly a double-I. From a D to an II before my very eyes! She grinned with satisfaction.

"You really liked that! Maybe I have found the right guy. Try these."

Again the deft flick of her hand and her massive expansion billowed forward. They wobbled a bit and then settled into a comfortable M(?)-cup. Such...huge...tits on this small frame!

She checked out my pants and exclaimed, "Boy! I see I'm not the only one who can grow here!"

Her breasts nearly obscured the outside curvature of the arms she now held behind her back.

"How?"
"What you felt before that was so firm? You might call it a restraining bra. I had a bout with virginal breast hypertrophy when quite young. I am huge breasts personified. My doctors made me this special bra that has the capacity to compact and hold me in to an agreeable size. I don't know quite how it works but let me tell you it's an hour's worth of hell putting it on in the morning. Anyway, the more I slip the catch the more I 'grow'." Again she let the catch slide and her breasts were at least the size of Crystal Storm. Full round and humongous they quavered in front of me.

"Now if you'll just help me with my blouse."

"No. Please."

"But it'll rip." she whimpered.

"Yes I know. Exactly my point! Just make my life's all-time fantasy come true!" My pleading was on the verge of hysteria.

"Okay you asked for it." Her tanks began to pump full before me. The fabric moaned as they hit the size of basketballs. "I'm going to tear right out of this blouse," she breathed, "and then expand right over to you. I'm going to smother you." She was arousing herself.

First at the underarm seam and then the whole side of the light cotton chemise tore asunder separating. The bulging breast split the fabric and as she blew up and out the whole arrangement gave way to reveal two of the biggest, honking pair of feminine promontories I have ever seen. They were still ensconced in their restraining bra but they made their way across the space between the two of us and bumped up against me. She leaned forward slightly and I felt their pressure giving slightly against my chest. I hastily removed my shirt. I had to feel this. The massive bra held her over-indulgent breasts round and high. She leaned them into me again and wiggled them back and forth. The look on her face was sheer delight. Never had another been so entranced by her hypertrophic form.

I desperately wanted to grasp, kiss, lick, suck and penetrate.

"Take off the bra." I whispered as I swam forward in a mammarian sea to kiss the lips of my newfound fantasy.

"Wh-What?" She was shocked. "I... I've never had anyone ask that...before. You...you want to see me naked?" She shook her head to and fro in what I took to be an attempt to hide a blush running rampant across her cheeks. She looked at me and smiled a feral grin. Then it hit me. She wasn't trying to hide a blush! She was sizing up the available space in the van! Great googly moogly!

I heard a slight "snap" and then a "ping". She slowly brought out her left hand where she held some weird form of cotter-pin out for my inspection. Then she slowly turned her head to consider the other hand still behind her back. She looked up with one eye, smiled, and brought her hand out free of the straps she had been holding.

Her boobs immediately dropped, obscuring the tops of her thighs and began to billow outwards. She gave out a big squeak of ecstatic joy and hoisted her hands over the tops of the expanding mounds to squeeze them in slightly at the sides.

"What do you think?" she inquired over the armfuls. "And there's so much more!" she ejaculated not waiting for my response. Another moan and she was growing again. They pushed forward ever bigger ever bigger. Roughly the size of beanbags I was now nearly surrounded by her femininity.

"And watch this." she said in a tough voice. Next thing I knew she had leaned a bit forward and then made a face that belied some effort on her part.

"No." I thought, "She can't be!" But she was!

She was standing up! Luckily she was rather short and her head just reached the inside of my cabin but, oh my God, what a lovely and totally impossible sight! There she stood her breasts flowing down from her petit sides into the largest feminine spheres ever. The flesh stretched and her muscular shoulders caught the moonlight.

"Ready to be smothered?" she taunted.

"In a word, yes!"

"Just so you know", she flicked her shoulder and bumped her massive right breast into my body, "as I smother your face between my tits," she swung the other breast and clobbered me with a wave of flesh," I'm going to be smothering your dick between my legs!" She was reveling in the puissance of her form.

I would never have thought she could move so deftly but she was on top of me the instant my pants were down. Moans of pleasure came from her as Tab A met Slot B making sounds that can only be roughly described as a raccoon walking through wet mud. Muffled moans of pleasure came from me buried in a Himalayan avalanche of round, soft venous corpora. The breasts bunched up against the insides of the walls of the van and knocked about many of my belongings as she gyrated wildly. I went for her pink soft nipples the size and shape of inverted light bulbs (think about it). She burst out something that approximated a human shriek of delight. I sucked and blew on her nipples until she begged me to stop.

"Too sensitive." she grimaced.

We continued at this throughout the night. Her: moaning. Me: crying her name in glorified ecstasy that made all the Saints turn to notice. Such was my pleasure.

We awoke the next morning. I kissed her a long good-bye at the van and another small one as she climbed into the car to return homeward with her friends. Gelf was there with a knowing smile.

"You look as though you had fun last night." she chided.

"I did. Thanks, I owe you a big one."

"So she was good?" she inquired as the car drove away and we waved.

"Amazing! One of the best yet! I still had to do a little fantasizing, but luckily I have a vivid imagination."