The Breastacular World of Richard King

by DDDave

 

Hillary's First Stage Growth

 

 

Toh was smiling angelically at us having finished the story of how she developed her massive bust and the effects that that growth had on her life.

"Toh, are you happy now with how things turned out? An "L" cup is really large! I'd thought of maybe an "F" cup but I may set my sights higher now that I've seen how you look so, well, radiant and serene and so, so , well, large!"
"Not an "L" cup now. I grow more after that afternoon in the library." Her smile was still angelic but there was now a hint of pride and immense satisfaction as well. "I now wear "P" cup bra. That's what it would be if you measured by inches. I get bras custom made here in town now and seamstress say cup measurements don't really matter when you get to be this size."
"Can you, I mean would you, I've never imagined..." Hillary was almost stuttering in her eagerness. "I'd like to see what your bra looks like."
Toh turned to Ms Le Faye. "Is it alright? I like to show Hillary if you don't mind?"
At Ms Le Faye's nod Toh unbuttoned her coat. As she turned around to place it on the chair behind her she slipped it off her shoulders.
She bent over to place it on the chair which pulled her skirt snug against her tight little bum. As she straightened up she reached up to release the bun that held her hair in place. With her arms up I was able to count each of the eight hooks that struggled to hold their burden in place. An expanse of shiny pink nylon described an arc from several inches below where the side panels disappeared around her rib cage to just below her armpits. The fabric I could see on either side would each comprise a normal "C" bra cup.
As she turned to face us, it was obvious that the jacket had done an excellent job of hiding Toh's true size. Her projection was at least a foot from the sternum.
"My God!" Hillary sighed, in awe and wonderment as Toh completed her slow turn. I almost echoed her but I'd completely lost my voice. Toh's breasts were immense. There is no other word for it. Each bra cup used as much fabric as one of my T-shirts, it seemed. Hundreds of flowerettes were sprinkled across the swaths of fabric that comprised each cup. There was a dusky, creamy cleavage of at least six inches that started four or five inches below her collar bone and disappeared into her bra almost half way to the juncture of her bra cups. Each bra strap was at least an inch wide although they seemed not to dig into her shoulders as I would have expected given the mammoth load they were carrying. Toh's pride was evident as she gazed down at herself and then at our open mouthed astonishment.
The bra cups reached from the bottom of her rib cage to her arm pits, at least eight inches. The volume was easily larger than a basketball on each side.
"They look even larger when I take bra off!" stated Toh proudly. "I love attention Harvey gives me. I don't dress to show myself in public, but I love to dress for Harvey. And he loves to see me dress up. I wear outlandish costumes for him. Hillary, you come over and see them sometime, if you want to."
"I will! I want to!" Hillary said immediately.
Merle purred from the desk and Ms Le Faye took her cue.
"Well, that's Toh's story although there are lots of others you could listen to," said Ms Le Faye. "Are you still interested, Hillary?"
"Oh, you bet! I can't wait to get started! What can I do? When can I start?"
"Right now if you like," replied Ms Le Faye.
So saying, she once again picked up the pendant in front of her on the table. She removed the gold chain from around her neck and allowed the pendant and chain to rest in front of her in the sunlight that splashed on her desk.
Muttering something that I could not hear, she passed her hand over the pendant. A bright glow of light slowly grew from the crystal, becoming too bright to look at with in a few seconds. After the glow faded there were two pendants and chains where only one had been a few moments before.
At a gesture from Ms Le Faye, Toh picked up the pendant and stood behind Hillary.
Toh slipped the pendant around Hillary's neck from behind and fastened the clasp in the back. She had to reach up over her head to do so. She did not even come up to Hillary's shoulder! However, despite the fact that Hillary was standing between Toh and me, I could see Toh's vast breasts to either side of Hillary's slender frame.
Hillary had a happy little smile on her face as she looked down and patted the pendant where it lay under her blouse.
Merle let out a small yowl of approval from his perch on the desk.
"Now remember," admonished Ms Le Faye," that the effects of this type of spell vary widely. It may take some time for any effects to be observed, it may happen very rapidly. But when you are satisfied with the results, all you have to do is slip the pendant off. If you put the pendant back on, the effects will continue to occur again.
"Please feel free to visit us here. I think I speak for both Toh and myself when I say that."
"Yes, please!" Toh concurred. "Like very much to get to know tall American girl. Love your hair! You grow big bosom like me! You already so pretty!"
"And try to confine your sexual activities to a more private place than a dorm room!" Ms Le Faye added with a chuckle.
All the way back to the apartment Hillary kept touching at the pendant under her blouse.
"Just making sure it's real," she explained when she saw me watching her.
That night as we got ready for bed, Hillary stood in front of the mirror looking at herself and the pendant that nestled high up, just below where a line would be drawn between the very tops of her breasts. The look on her face was difficult to read.
"Honey, what are you thinking," I asked.
"I'm just wondering how I'm going to look with wonderfully large breasts! All my life I've really wanted them and now it's going to happen! I'm so excited I can't wait! Do you think I'm bigger yet?"
"I don't see any difference," I said. " It's only been a few hours! Give it some time!"
None the less, Hillary measured herself. As she entered the numbers in to a small notebook she said, "Day one. 36-26-39. 138 pounds, just like always."
The next few days were filled with anticipation. No change was evident although Hillary insisted that she felt fuller across the chest and reported tinglings and strange feelings shooting between her crotch and her breasts from time to time.
On the week anniversary of our conversation with Ms Le Faye, Hillary had dinner with Toh and came back all excited.
"I had such a nice time with her, she's so sweet and warm. It's funny, you sit with her a while and you sort of forget how she looks and then some guy will walk into a wall or something and you suddenly realize just how big she is! She's so unaffected by all the looks she gets.
Of course, she can't sit in a regular booth because her boobs sort of rest on top of the table, or press against the table if she pushes them underneath the table. She showed me before we sat at the table. It was almost funny watching the waiter try not to stare at her! She's so in love with Harvey that the attention she gets from other men just doesn't seem to register on her. Although I do think she has a bit of the tease in her.
"She told me to be patient, that when it happens, it happens. She sounded so Zen! I want it to happen now! I can't wait to have larger breasts."
Two days later we were sitting at the food court in the mall finishing up lunch. All lunch long Hillary's head had been on a pivot, she was watching everyone who walked by.
"Hillary, what in the world are you doing? You are so distracted today. Every time I say something to you I have to repeat myself."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm watching the girls."
"I thought that was my job."
"Oh, silly, I'm trying to decide how I'm going to look and how big I'm going to get. Now scoot over here for a minute."
I switched sides on the table so we were looking the same direction.
Hillary pointed to a couple of women walking past.
"Now there is a woman with a nice pair of tits. Do you think I should get that big? How about bigger? Like that lady, there! Those have got to be Double D's. Look how tight the sweater is on that young thing over there. She's not all that big, but she's proud of what she's got!
"I'm going to be proud too! Ohhh, look at her! See how she bounces! I bet she's not wearing a bra under that! Oh, honey. I'm so excited!" Her hand stole into my lap and cupped my crotch. "But I'm going to be really, really big. None of these women are nearly as big as I'm going to be! I'm going to be big and then bigger! Bigger than Toh! I'm taller than she is so I can carry a bigger load!" Her hand was patting and squeezing and pulling at me through my pants!
"Hey, watch it. If you get me all excited I'll never get out of here," I protested. "I can't walk through the mall with a hard on. People will point!"
"Well, I want you hard! So let's go home now! I'll get you hard and soft so fast you'll be dizzy from blood deprivation of the brain!" she hissed.
Back we went to Hillary's apartment. As usual Mrs. Murgatroyd's daughter was sitting on the front porch steps as we approached. And as usual, she beat a hasty retreat into the house when she saw us coming.
"That little girl is so shy!" said Hillary. "Sometimes I think she's spying on me but I've never really seen her? She just always seems to be around, is all. She doesn't have any friends that I know of. I can't figure out why she isn't in school, either. Oh well, I've got bigger things on my mind right now." She grinned as she gave my crotch a grab.
Thy Mystery of the Shy Girl, as I had thought of it, faded from my mind as we entered Hillary's apartment and headed for the bedroom. As always, I was fascinated to watch as Hillary's pussy, which felt so tight when I slipped a finger into it, was able to comfortably accommodate my girth and length. Thank God I'd found her, I thought as we wrestled in passion on the bed. Despite the rather unique way we had met the sex was always great! And Hillary was an enthusiastic and vocal lover!
I didn't hear from Hillary for two weeks after that day. When I did get a call from her, she sounded upset as she asked me to come over.
Mrs. M's daughter was keeping her usual vigil as I drove up and this time she gave me a half wave as she got up and disappeared.
"Must be my boyish charm," I muttered as I walked up the stairs to Hillary's apartment door in the rear of the building.
"Nothings happened" Hillary sobbed. She threw herself into my arms as I walked in.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Look at me! It's been weeks and nothing has happened. Every day I measure, every day it's the same! This pendant isn't doing a damn thing," she wept.
"Are you sure?" I asked, although from looking at her it didn't seem that her chest was any bigger at all.
"Yes, I'm sure. I've measured 36-26-39 since high school! Nothings changed! I've felt all these weird tinglings and throbbings and so on! But nothing happens!" She picked up the notebook she'd been keeping and flung it across the room.
"Well, Hillary," I consoled her, "I don't think you should be so upset. After all, look in the mirror!"
She turned with me as I wrapped my arm around her waist and led her to the full length mirror in the bedroom.
"Look at your hair," I pointed out. "It's beautiful. Long, natural blonde wavy hair like yours is a rarity. And it always looks great. I don't think you've ever had a bad hair day." I joked.
"You have legs that reach your neck. All the guys talk about your legs." I slipped her shorts off her as I spoke, leaving her in panties and a shirt. "When you wear these heels," I continued handing her my favorite of her many shoes, "your legs could be used in commercials for silk stockings!"
She was starting to brighten as I continued to pour on the compliments. And they were all true!
"And tell the truth," I told her as I unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. "How many women do you know that have the kind of tall, shapely figure that you have? You don't have any excess weight at all, you have a lovely long waist that is nicely toned and muscled. Your neck is elegant and graceful. Your face is drop dead gorgeous and you know it! So what if you don't have the biggest boobs in the world? You turn heads everywhere you go!"
She was smiling at her reflection now.
She turned to me and kissed me full on the mouth. "Richard you always know how to make me feel better! You're right. Maybe I'm just a little crazy. When you tell me those things I know you're right and I am proud of how I appear." A funny look passed over her face as she said this but cleared away as she continued. "Wanna fuck, honey?"
I laughed out loud at the sudden change of direction.
"Well, I better do something with this," I told her. Her gaze dropped to my groin and a smile crossed her face as she noticed the protrusion in my loose fitting pants.
"Did I do that?" she asked mischievously.
"Yeah," I replied. "Talking about how good looking you are and seeing you in nothing but bikini panties and a skimpy bra will do that to me."
"Well, lets take care of that!"
Hillary kissed me hotly and ground herself against me. My hardened dick reached up almost to her navel despite her height advantage and she hunched her moistening pussy along the length of my prick as we kissed.
Hillary slid to her knees in front of me and quickly undid my belt and zipper, pulling my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them as she gingerly pulled out the waist band of my shorts and reached in to grasp my dick.
"Well, I may not be growing," she smiled, "but I suspect that this thing may be bigger than ever! I can't get over how it starts out being so small and defenseless and then grows into such a behemoth!"
"God, I hope it's not getting any bigger!" I said. "I can't get a boner without having everyone within eyesight noticing it. Being the owner of an almost 15 inch dick is not the boy's fantasy I thought it might be!"
"Poor baby. Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" she asked as she proceeded to do just that. While it was true that Hillary could accommodate my cock in her amazingly elastic cunt, her mouth and jaws were not so able. Still, she did manage to get the head and about two inches of the shaft into her before having to admit defeat.
I groaned out loud as her lips and tongue went wild on my dick head.
She was panting slightly as she removed my dick from her mouth.
"I just love trying to stuff this sausage down my throat. Some time I may just be able to!"
"I don't really care one way or the other," I told her. "As long as we can make love and you and I enjoy it it's aces with me!"
"Well, lets play cards then," she said as she dragged me to the couch. "I'm too horny now to go all the way to the bed room. Sit down here and brace yourself!"
Standing over me as I slouched on the couch she continued to run a hand up and down my shaft while she slipped off her panties. Her excitement was dribbling down her leg as she positioned my cock head at the lips of her cunt.
"It always feels so good!" she moaned as she began a slow decent down my cock lance. "I love the feeling of being filled by this huge cock!"
She shifted her weight from her feet on the floor to her knees on either side of me as she slid down and down. Finally she was pressed tight to my groin, not a fraction of an inch was outside her as she shuffled her hips left and right.
"God you fill me up so good! I've never been so full!"
Because of her height my head was pressed to her chest as her arms tightened around my neck. Reaching behind her I undid the single hook of her bra and she let it fall to the floor.
They may not be very big, I thought as I gazed at her breasts so close in front of me, but they sure are pretty. Smallish nipples were perched jauntily on top of amazingly wide mounds that projected only slightly from her chest. The flesh of her boobs appeared to start almost immediately below her collarbone and ended even with bottom of her sternum.
I licked and nipped at them as Hillary's talented pussy did amazing things to my dick without her even seeming to move. She had more action going on inside her while sitting still on my lap than some girls had when they were bouncing all over the place!
"I just can't seem to get enough of you," she moaned as she began a slight up and down movement. "It always feel so good." She picked up the pace.
"Feels good to me, too." I said as I continued to kiss and suckle her breasts. "Want me to get on top?" I asked.
"No. This feels too good. Let me cum this way, then we'll see," she smiled into my eyes. She was always able to have multiple orgasms. Some times her energy was almost frightening.
Then her eyes drifted close as the feelings rose in her. Her pussy was moving up and down in short, five inch strokes and I was occasionally hitting her cervix with the head of my dick. This seemed not to hurt her, but rather, to spur her on to harder and faster efforts. She was moaning with each down stroke and breathing in with each up stroke.
Finally, after several more minutes of this she came down hard and clutched at me with her arms and legs as she had her first orgasm. Hillary was almost never one to stop with the first one and today was no exception.
After regaining her breath and spending several moments kissing me thoroughly she climbed off and positioned herself doggie style on the couch and wagged her butt at my face.
"Climb on, stud! I'm going to wear you out today! I haven't felt this horny in a long time," she grinned. "You have to earn your keep!"
"Fine with me," I told her as I positioned myself behind her.
Looking down I was again struck by how dainty her pussy looked. Neatly trimmed hair surrounded pussy lips that gripped my exploring finger as I teased her in preparation of trying to fuck her lights out! How she could grip my single finger and then open up to easily accept my oversized schlong was something I had never understood. But I'd never complained about it either! Even though we had just made love for almost ten minutes her pussy managed to look and feel fresh and tight!
"Oh, honey, don't tease me! I want you back inside me now!"
"Hold your horses," I told her as I moved up behind her. Bracing myself with one hand on her back I used the other to swipe the head of my dick over the entrance to her cunt. Each time I wiped from top to bottom she moaned and moved back to try to engulf me.
"Teasing bastard!" She moaned. "I need it now! Quit fucking around and start fucking!"
I loved to hear her beg! But I was ready to give her what we both wanted. Without warning I pushed into her my full length. Not stopping until I was completely embedded in her, my hips crushed against her butt and my balls bounced against her thighs.
Her head snapped up, a long, loud moan of ecstasy coming from deep inside her! Her head sank back onto her folded forearms braced on the couch arm as she squirmed her butt back against me to make sure that she had every bit of me!
Gripping her hips I proceeded to give her what I knew she wanted. There was a time when I would have been more gentle and sensitive. Not today. Somehow I knew that what Hillary wanted was to be taken as hard and as often as I could!
Drawing back from her until only the tip of the head of my cock was still in her I gave her two very short strokes just popping the dick head in and out, and then I started to slam into her, using every fraction of an inch that I had. And every bit of strength as well!
Hillary's back took on a deep arch. She shifted her legs apart a little and raised her pelvis to offer me as straight a path as possible for my battering ram approach. She was squealing and yelping in time with my strokes. After about four minutes of this assault she screamed into an orgasm that shook her body like palsy. I never even slowed down.
Two minutes later she had another orgasm and then another one only about a minute later! I was sweating heavily and breathing hard from the effort. And I was getting close to my release. Hillary was climbing higher and higher, faster and faster. She came one more time.
Moving quickly, I withdrew, eliciting a moan of disappointment from Hillary. I flipped her over on the couch and slid back into her pussy as her arms and legs wrapped themselves around me. Her hips slammed up at me as I regained my rhythm. Her breath was coming in gasps and moans as we continued to fuck. She had another orgasm and then I was cumming like a fire hose inside her. She kept her death grip on me as we both started to settle.
"That was fabulous, babe," she whispered in my ear. "Just fabulous. I came so many times! What a train ride!"
"Yeah, me too" I gasped as I struggled to regain my breath. I was about wiped out.
"Okay, okay, get off me, you oaf!" She was smiling as she said this. "You may be shorter than me but you still weigh too much to just lie on me like this if you're not going to be driving that monster cock of yours into me to help me forget how heavy you are!" she teased.
"Sorry." I slid onto the floor next to the couch and braced my back against the couch.
"You know, I feel a little funny," she announced. Looking down at herself, she was frowning. "I think, I wonder if...."
She was off the couch and into the bedroom in a disgusting display of energy.
Another moment she was back. Grinning from ear to ear.
"It's true! I'm bigger! Oh, honey, it's finally started! I thought things felt a little different when we were going at it! I've grown an inch! Look!"
She wrapped the tape in her hand around her bust line. "See! 37, no, wait, 37 and a half! I'm growing, honey! I'm going to have big tits!"
"If you say so," I replied. She didn't look bigger to me but the tape told no lies. Hillary was smiling triumphantly down and remeasuring herself.
I was more concerned with finding something to eat.
Men can be so insensitive.

 

 

Hillary had started to expand. Not quickly. But over the next several weeks she increased in size from thirty six inches to almost forty inches. What I found most intriguing was that while the tape showed a four inch increase her appearance did not really change that much. Her growth was accomplished across her whole chest. That is, she didn't suddenly jut outward, her entire breast mass increased. It was now evident in the increased swells starting just an inch or so below her collarbone and extending outward and then sliding gently back to meet her rib cage just below the bottom of her sternum. Because she was so tall, and since her breasts were so wide side to side and top to bottom, a four inch increase was not a huge, immediately noticeable shift in her appearance when she was clothed.

Indeed, when she went shopping for new bras she found that most of them were uncomfortable because they did not take into consideration the width of her boobs. Any underwire bras were particularly cruel, digging into her flesh and leaving ugly marks. Hillary was buying only soft demi bras or others that lacked the boning used to provide "uplift" and "shaping". The sales clerks termed her "unique" and considered finding Hillary good fitting bras to be a challenge.
And then her growth ground to a halt. For several weeks no change was seen despite her continued measurements and worry. Once again her mood turned surly and unhappy. And my pep talks seemed to fall on deaf ears. Hillary was not to be mollified or cajoled into a good mood no matter what I said. Her mood got to be so bad that we did not engage in sex for five weeks. It was the longest dry spell between us ever. I wasn't really seeing anyone else by this time and neither was Hillary (I hoped). We never spoke of it but I was thinking of her as my steady girl and I thought she felt the same way about me. I hoped.
On a Thursday I met her at the apartment. I wasn't spending much time at the frat house, mostly staying with Hillary. But the last several days I found it easier to sleep at the house. Hillary's mood was just plain pissy and I'd felt the need to get away for a while.
Once again the landlady's daughter was sitting on the front porch. And she didn't leave when I drove up! This was so unusual that I stopped and said, "Hello."
She started a bit as if not expecting me to say anything to her and then whispered "Hi."
If I hadn't been watching her I might not have heard her so soft was her response.
"My name's Richard," I offered. "How are you?"
"Okay." No increase in volume and she seemed unable to look at me. Her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at my face. Really shy!
"Have a good day." I told her as I started around to the side stairs up to the apartment.
"Okay." She replied almost as softly.
When Hillary came into the apartment a little later she seemed somewhat happier than the last several days.
"I've made progress," I told her. "The landlord's daughter didn't run away when I was walking up the sidewalk and I said hello to her. And she said hello right back! We had a real conversation! I think she said three words total! I must have made a real impression on her!"
"I made a real impression today, too!" Hillary said. "A bunch of construction workers whistled at me when I was walking home from class! It's only four inches but they seemed to like the increase!" She motioned to her chest. Clad in only a black halter top that bared her nicely muscled stomach and shorts that displayed her legs in their full glory, Hillary was looking really hot today!
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well, you know that new office building that's going up downtown? I was walking by there about noon when the workers were on break and about ten of them were up on the second floor and they started to whistle and holler at me as I walked by! I think it's the first time that a group like that has paid any attention to me. I was flattered. It made me feel proud that they were noticing me! One of them kept yelling "Legs, legs, legs and another one one yelled 'Nice buns, honey!' I knew that they were talking about me as I walked away. I could feel their eyes on my butt all the way to the end of the block. I suppose I should have been upset, but I just felt a nice glow inside."
As I watched her I could see the pride in her smile. I also noticed that her pendant was shining. "Look at that crystal," I said. "It seems to be shinier than I remember."
Yeah, it looks really pretty doesn't it? Well, I gotta change. It's so hot I sweated up a storm on the walk home."
Hillary slipped into the bedroom and I headed for the kitchen to get a soda.
Three or four minutes later the shower stopped and I heard Hillary rustling around in the bedroom.
"Rich! Come here!"
"What's wrong?" I asked in response to the note of urgency I heard in Hillary's voice.
"Oh, just another inch or so! Look, I'm filling this bra better than ever before! I've got to measure myself to be sure!"
Hillary let the bra slide unheeded to the floor as she took up the tape measure from the bureau top and wrapped it around her chest across her nipples.
"Yup, forty-one! I'm back on track! Happy, happy day! Look, Richard, Forty-one!" She was entering the new numbers in the log book as she spoke.
"Seems your nipples are all puffy," I observed. "See?" I prodded at one with my forefinger.
"Oh, that's tender!" Hillary protested. She cupped her hands protectively over her nipples. "They are sensitive! Oh, that feels strange!" she continued as she gently squeezed herself. We were both watching her hands as she continued to caress herself gently.
"Want me to help?" I offered. "Let me lick them for you and kiss 'em and make 'em feel all better!"
Her hand fell away from her puffed up, swollen, areola as my mouth drew closer.
"Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh! God, that feels sooooo fine. I've never been this sensitive before," she moaned as I very gently mouthed her breast tip. Her areola, only just larger than her nipple, puffed up off her breast proudly and her small nipple jutted out strongly.
As I moved to her other breast her hands came up to caress and guide me from one nipple to the other. In just a few minutes there was a strong flush rising up her chest and neck and her hands were more urgent in their guidance. In another minute or so I felt and heard a strong moan deep within her! Her hands gripped strongly and she crushed me to her breast as she trembled and cried out!
"Oh, God, I came. Just from having you suckle me! I've never felt like that before! It felt so good!"
She pushed me away from her suddenly and I sprawled in surprise across the bed as she attacked my pants.
"Oh, look how small! Honey, I love to watch you grow!" Her hands were urgently caressing and pulling at my rapidly expanding dick. "I can completely hold you in one hand!" she demonstrated as she smiled up at me from on her knees.
I propped myself up on both elbows to watch as her head came down and her mouth engulfed the head and shaft of my dick. Quickly her mouth was forced up, away from my groin, as my shaft and its head gained bulk and stiffness. Still with her eyes locked on mine she kept sucking and licking, running her tongue round and round the head of my now immense dick!
"See!" she crowed as she took her mouth off me. "Now I can't hold it with both hands, it's too big!" With both hands one above the other on the base of the shaft there were still six inches or so jutting up in the air in front of her smiling face.
"Now I get to ride The Nookie Monster! Goody for me!" She quickly clambered onto the bed and pushed me flat beneath her.
In a flash she was balanced on one knee with the other leg bent at the knee, her foot flat on the bed beside my hip. Even so she had to angle my shaft to get the head of my dick placed at the mouth of her cunt as she eagerly rubbed the swollen head over her pussy lips. Her moisture was thick and hot as her cunt parted to let the invader inside the portals.
"Lord help me, I love this part," she moaned as she sank slowly down and down. I knew from experience that she liked to get the first few strokes done at her own pace. I also knew that if I didn't move too much I would last longer for her! Which was appreciated. Hillary liked to finish off a fuck session with me pounding away between her hips as she lay beneath me! So did I!
Much more quickly than usual Hillary was gathering steam, rising and falling on my shaft with small moans of appreciation gusting from her. As I lay below her it seemed that her breasts were quivering slightly as she bottomed out and rebounded off my hips. Ordinarily there was no movement visible. She was really quite firm fleshed!
But, yes! There! A definite quiver! As she rose and fell ever faster I could see a barely perceptible bounce. Hillary was entering her first orgasm as my hands rose from behind my head to latch onto her boobs. Firmly squeezing her nipples, I pulled and twisted the jutting little pink tips while she quaked and shook, as deeply impaled on my rod as she had ever been.
Then it was back to the races as she began to raise herself to a peak once again.
"Yes, pull on them, squeeze them! Ah, I love that!" she said again and again.
Her hands were resting gently on my stomach as she quaked through another orgasm! Then another in quick succession. And a fourth! Her eyes were closed as her hips shuffled quickly in all directions. My cock felt like it was inside a mix-master set on puree. I didn't think I could hold out much longer as Hillary turned up the speed one more notch!
"Let me get on top," I urged her.
"No, not yet, not yet. Keep pinching my nipples and squeeze my boobs harder Richie! Harder, harder, it feels so good!"
I was really mauling her breasts now � much harder than I usually did! I expected her to want me to be more gentle but she kept urging me to greater efforts. In a moment her hands joined mine in squeezing and pulling at her breasts and nipples.
"God, it just feel so good today! I think I could just fuck all day and all night," she moaned as she wrung one more orgasm from her body.
"Maybe you could," I moaned back, "but I'm about done!" And with that I spewed great wads of cum into her hot clenching cunt. Spasm after spasm wracked my body, every muscle clamping tight and then releasing as I continued to gush again, again.
As I finally lay quiet and fucked out beneath her, my dick slowly softening inside her, Hillary continued to pull at one nipple while her other hand quickly rubbed her clit and she reached one last peak just as I slipped out of her spasming cunt.
"My lord, that... was... special," she sighed, as her head came down to rest on my shoulder.
"I'll say," I replied as I kissed her earlobe and wrapped my arms around her to cuddle. "I don't think I can ever remember you being so passionate. I was being pretty rough with your boobs but you didn't seem to mind."
"I didn't mind! It just felt so good, I swear, I came as much from the breast play as I did from riding Mr Humongous!" She had so many pet names I couldn't keep them all straight. "The feelings were just so intense and they kept building, and building! I was just rising from one crest to another! Usually it takes me a minute of two to recover. But tonight, wow! Fabulous!" She wiggled against me as she said this.
We both reacted at the same time. She looked at me in surprise and then sat up straight.
"Oh God, look at me!" Hillary cried out. "I've grown! Look at ME!"
I was! I had thought that I'd seen more bounce and I had. Hillary was perceptibly larger now than she had been when we lay down together only 20 or 30 minutes ago.
Hillary was off me and back in front of the mirror with the tape measure in her hand faster than I can tell it. Gently, almost reverently, she carefully positioned the tape across her back and pulled her hands together in front of her boobs.
"Oh, my God!" she squealed. She repeated the measurement even more carefully. When she turned back to me her face was lit up with a smile and her eyes were sparkling!
"Guess, Rich, guess! Can you tell how much I've grown?"
"Three inches?" I hazarded. "Maybe four?" I really wasn't good at this guessing game, but I wanted to know as much as she wanted to tell me.
"Five and one half inches!" she replied with a shaky laugh. "I've reached past forty six inches. Before today I just barely was forty inches. Now I'm forty six and a half!"
Her hands came back up to cup her breasts.She could still cover almost all of her boobs but it was difficult. What before had been easily spanned by her outstretched fingers now filled them to just overflowing.
"They still feel so tender," she moaned as she continued to caress and squeeze them. "And the tips are still puffy!"
It was true, I saw. Her areolae remained puffy and pinker than usual.
"They sorta look like Mandy's tits when we were just kids! She had really big puffy nipples for the longest time. She was kinda embarrassed by them I remember. One thing though, I'd still flunk the pencil test! These beauties just jut right out there! No sag, no drag!
She pulled her hands away from her breasts and shimmied her shoulders. Then she shook them and finally she jumped up and down heavily. Her breasts still only just quivered and immediately resumed their jaunty upward and outward thrust.
"But, Hillary," I asked, "why tonight? It has been how long since you last expanded? A week?"
"Thirty eight days." She responded quickly. "I've kept the log. I was stuck for thirty eight days! The only thing different today was..."
"The construction workers!" I blurted out. As soon as I said it Hillary's eyes got big!
"You're right! And look!" She pointed to her pendant. "Earlier today it was really sparkley and now, its kinda got a glow but not like earlier! I wonder?
"Rich, look at me, Rich. See how beautiful my tits are? Do you like it when I squeeze them like this and pull my nipples? Oooohhhh! How about my ass? Don't you think I've got a sexy ass? Would you like me to come over there and stick my boobs in your face? See how nice and big they are getting to be?
"I knew it! See how the pendant sparked for a moment? It reacts when you look at me and lust after me and if I'm proud of myself at the same time! Just like this afternoon! I was proud that they were looking at me and they were sure lusting! Kidding around some I know, but down inside I bet each one of them was wondering what it would be like to feel my legs wrapped around them as we fucked our brains out!"
"I suppose it makes sense" I offered. "If Toh was sparked by jealousy, you could be sparked by pride or lust!"
"I think it takes both." Hillary responded. "If I'm not proud of my looks when they are looking at me I don't think it works as well."
"Or at all maybe?" I guessed.
"Maybe"
We were both silent for a moment.
"Well, I've got to figure out how to approach this." Hillary finally said. "If we are right, if this crystal acts like a, well, I suppose, like a battery and stores up the combination of my pride and the lustful looks of others, it seems to feed it back to me when we are having sex. I wonder what will happen if I keep getting looks while I'm proud of my self and don't have any sex? I've got an idea. Rich, get dressed. I'll call you in a week or two. Go on, scat. I've got work to do! Get dressed, get back to the frat. I'll see you later."
I found my self dressed and out the door in minutes. My head was spinning as I headed back to my car. What the hell was she up to?
"Hi, Rich."
It was the landlady's daughter. Still on the porch steps this long after dinner. Did she live on the steps? I waved a "hello" as I got into the car and took off. I had a lot on my mind.

 

 

Almost three weeks later on a Friday I got a call from Hillary. She had not returned any of the calls I had made to her over the past weeks.

"Come over and fuck my brains out, you big dicked stallion! I can't wait any longer! I hope you've been taking your vitamins! We may have a long weekend in store." She sounded bright and chipper. The bitch.
"Gee, sorry, Hillary" I said. "I'm booked for the weekend. Maybe next week?" I was p-o'd at her. She wouldn't talk to me for three weeks. Hangs up on me when I call her and then just calls out of the blue and expects me to jump? Ha! I've got my pride.
"Oh, come on, Rich! You don't mean that. You know I was only experimenting. Don't you want to see how I've changed in three weeks," she wheedled.
"You've changed?" I asked.
"Yeah. I think you'll like the change, too, honey. Come on over and judge for yourself." She giggled a little at that.
"Well, I am sorta busy," I replied.
"Rich, it's not like I was fucking around behind your back!" Now she sounded mad at me! "I haven't had sex in three weeks. You know how I get when I go that long without. I'll make it real special for you! I've got some new outfits. I want to know if you like them? Why don't you come on over around dinner, I'll cook and we'll, um. Talk!" She giggled again.
"Well okay, but only since you offered to cook!" I told her.
"Bastard. I may start without you! Serve you right! I conduct a scientific experiment at great personal sacrifice, and you want to carp and bitch! See you in two hours!" She sounded happy as we hung up.
When I knocked on the door, Hillary met me wearing a loose fitting sweater and blouse that completely hid any glimpse of her upper body and a pair of skin tight jeans. Dinner was franks and beans, Hillary was no gourmet cook! She refused to respond to any questions I had about what she had been up to over the past several weeks.
"Eat first, then talk." She instructed me. And so we limited our conversation to the weather and such until we moved into the living room.
"I have had so much fun in the last several weeks, honey," she informed me as we sat on the sofa. "Oh, wait here. I want to show you something." She was gone in a flash as she said this.
In a moment she was back. She had discarded the concealing blouse and sweater. And she had changed!
She was now wearing an extremely tight, turtle-necked. ribbed-knit, midriff-baring, sleeveless top. The bottom edge of the top ended just below her breasts.
"I just bought this top this afternoon. I don't think I'll be able to wear it very long if things keep up the way they have been over the past three weeks," She informed me as she moved in front of me. She stroked her hands up from her hips to just below her tightly covered bosom which was much, much larger now than the last time I had seen her.
"You wanna see how much I've changed in the past three weeks? I have grown haven't I?" she asked. It was evident that she had grown. I couldn't tell how much but it seemed to have been quite a lot!
"How much have you grown?" I asked. "A foot? More?"
Oh, honey, no. Not that much! Only ten inches in three weeks. That's all, just ten inches." The little smile on her face told me that she knew just how impressive the growth had been. She looked immense. If my memory was correct....
"When you left," she went on, "I measured forty-six and one half inches. I wore a 40 EE bra. This afternoon I measured fifty-seven inches around! And this top is tighter now than it was when I paid for it at 2 pm. If I was buying bras I'd have to find one that was a "Q" Cup! Larger than Toh! I still measure 35 inches around the chest! Can you tell I'm not wearing a bra? Look!" She turned her back and lifted the back of the top to show that there were no straps across her back.
"Well, show me the front, woman! You don't need to tease me!" I reminded her.
"But I want to tease you! That way the pendant will store up a little more for me and help me to grow even bigger! I'm not near done yet, honey!" She turned back to face me, a grin spread across her face and pride shining in her eyes.
"I've been showing off for the last three weeks! You know how everyone gathers in the quad in front of the library at lunch? Well, I've made sure to strut through every day. Wearing a halter top, or a tight shirt, or, once, a bikini top and tight pants or shorts or a mini skirt.
"All the guys stare at me, and the pendant stored up all the vibes! I love it! They look, they lust, I jiggle, I shimmy. I don't really bounce despite how big I'm getting and I still can't get a pencil to stay in place below my breast!
"And I almost caused an accident the other day. When I went out? I was wearing my shortest shorts and a cute little halter top! I was about fifty-one inches at the time. I was standing at the corner to cross the street when a guy that was coming around the corner saw me. He almost forgot to straighten the car out when he finished the turn, he was watching me so hard. I just waved a little at him as he drove away. It was funny. But I won't dress like that anymore if I'm just going out. I don't want someone hurt because of the way I look. I want them to see me, I love to see the look in their eyes! But no accidents!"
"Well, if you go out dressed sexy, looking the way you do now, you will cause an accident," I told her. And it was no lie! I was getting a hard on as we were talking! And Hillary was noticing too. Her tongue came out to run across her lips as she watched the protrusion growing in my pants. I never have learned to hide this hard on as it formed. Not too likely with my size, I'd decided.
"I know, honey. And two nights ago I found a great solution to that problem. Look at the pendant now!" She reached for the chain around her neck and pulled the pendant out from the turtleneck top so it rested on top of her clothes. It was sparkling so much that it's light was illuminating the material it was resting on.
"Good lord! Its shining like a star! What happened? What does it mean?" I was almost sputtering, the questions were coming so fast.
"It's not as bright now as it was yesterday morning. And I've grown almost five inches in the past thirty-six hours! That's half the growth of the entire three week period! I think I've finally figured out the right combination to charge the pendant to its best capacity and now I want to see if I'm right about how to maximize the amount I can grow in to the shortest period.
"See, two nights ago, I entered a wet T-shirt contest!"
"You did what?" I was astounded. Hillary would not have even thought of doing something like that a month ago. Now she was proud of having thought of such an idea! "I entered a wet T-shirt contest! Came in second to the girl that won the finals last year. Every year they hold a contest. The finals for this year are in two weeks! I get to go since the winner from last year is automatically entered and I came in second to her. They've been having preliminary contests for two months! So it will be last year's winner, six other girls and me! I'm going to win, too. I'm much prettier than the girl who won last year! I've got bigger tits too, though not as much bigger now as they will be! I'll practice dancing and I'll wow them! No one will come close to me!
"Why, after the show a guy came up to me and claimed to be a photographer. He wanted to pay me to take pictures of me naked! What a kick. I told him no, of course!
"Anyway, as you can see, the pendant is really charged up and I want to see how much I'll grow while we have sex tonight! I only have two weeks. I want to grow as much as possible!"
With no further ado, she was on top of me. I have no idea how she got out of her pants or where mine went to! Because the next thing I knew, she was half way down my dick and groaning out loud. Her top was still in place and the pendant was banging off my forehead as Hillary bounced on top of me, forcing herself further and further down my shaft with each bounce.
More in self defense than in passion, I reached up and grabbed onto her newly massive breasts. What I had been able to encompass with each hand before was now so large that it was all I could do to get a grip. I could feel her nipples spiking up into my palms as she continued her wild ride. I was really feeling like I was being used. There seemed to be no real passion for me, Richard King. Rather, I was a handy man to have around to allow Hillary to further her own expansion. Did I like this? I wasn't sure how to react.
The concern was fleeting as Hillary's warm, wet, clutching, cunt was sliding up and down with increased ardor as she had an orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes!" She was moaning. "Tighter, yes, tighter!" I thought she was talking about the passage of my dick into her twat. "This sweater is getting tighter," she moaned again as she began to claw it off her with both hands. In fact, it was tighter. I could see the material stretch, the ribbed material deforming more and more under the outward pressure of Hillary's tits which were growing larger as I watched.
With a grunt of effort, Hillary tore the sweater off and threw it to the other end of the couch. We were both watching her breasts. The nipples were stretched out as far as I had ever seen them. I stretched my head up to lick them which brought another moan of passion from Hillary. One hand on each breast, I squeezed softly and watched the areola puff out in response. The growth of her breast flesh was now rapid enough that I could feel the increased weight and watch as my fingers were forced further apart from each other. The flesh was squeezing between my fingers and I was forced to release and regrip her breasts constantly.
Hillary was moaning in cadence with my grip/release/grip and she was sliding up and down my shaft at the same speed. Curious, I maintained my grip harder and tighter as her breasts blossomed in my hands. The tighter my grip the longer and louder Hillary moaned. And as long as I maintained my grip she would remain sunk fully onto my cock churning her hips and only sliding up when I released my grip.
Now I was controlling her movements through manipulation of her breasts! Short, quick squeezes brought short, sharp hunches on my dick. Long hard squeezing resulted in long, deep quivering penetrations. Hillary was easily reaching orgasm after orgasm. Her face was red with effort and her breath was a constant series of pants and moans.
"It, it, oh Goddd! It feels so good, oooohhhh! yes, yes, I'm coming again. I can't stop coming! Rich, fuck me as hard as you can! Harder, harder!"
Perversely I did just the opposite. I pinched her nipples tightly and pulled! Hillary rose up and almost completely off my dick in response. I held her like that for several moments, her cunt clutching tightly at the head of my shaft which was just inside the grip of her lips.
My hands, still pinching her tiny nipples, were above and behind my head. I looked up through the chasm of Hillary's cleavage. She was looking desperately down at me and pleading with her eyes. I had never seen her look so desperate.
"Richie, please, please, please. I have to... I need to come! Please let me fuck you! I just have to come again!"
Letting go of her left nipple I used both hands to haul her right breast to my mouth and licked at her nipple quickly.
"Go crazy, honey," I said as I began to suck on her breast and tit as hard as I could.
With a loud groan of relief, Hillary slammed herself fully onto my huge cock and began a frantic up and down motion. Her breast quivered and wobbled against my face as I held her nipple between my teeth and chewed lightly. She was taking over twelve inches at a time, moving her whole body up and down over mine as she continued to fuck herself as hard as she could.
Her breast was so big that it never came close to being removed from my lips! In fact, it was still slowly getting bigger all the time. On her downstroke, Hillary's breast covered my chin and upper chest, on the upstroke all light vanished as the immense breast moved firmly up and over my forehead and the top of my head.
"Yeessss! Yeessss! I'm coming so good! So good! I love the feeling! My breasts are so big! So big! I can feel them, uh, moving,uh, as I slide, uh, up and, uh, down! Your dick is so big, uh, so hard, uh!"
Her hands were on the sofa back to either side of my head as she powered up and down with impressive strength. I let the breast I had been suckling on slip free of my lips. Both boobs battered my head heavily as Hillary reached yet another climax. Her arms clutched strongly at my head, pulling me deep into her newly expanded cleavage. As she did so all light and sound faded save for her labored breathing and the pounding of her heart as she slowly descended from the incredible peak she had reached. Hillary slowly moved up and down my still rigid penis. I had not yet come but I was willing to wait for her to recover her strength.
Hillary was flushed and red with effort. Panting with exhaustion, her elbows slowly bent and Hillary came to rest finally with her head cradled on my shoulder.
"Christ, that was so nice � but my hips started to cramp up. I had to stop." she whispered. "Just as well. I don't know if I could have stopped otherwise! It was more intense than anything I've ever felt!"
"The feel of the weight of my boobs, feeling them wobble and bounce on my chest! I just went from one peak to another! Having sex with big boobs is terrific! I love to feel them grow and tug on me. And the feel of your lips and hands on my tits was so hot!"
She had regained her breath by now.
"Now it's your turn, honey. I want to do something for you that I've never tried, never been able to do!" She was slowly sliding off me as she spoke.
"Slide down here to the edge of the sofa, lover. Let your legs dangle, yes, like that. Now, just let me slip between them, here." She looked up at me with a huge smile on her face. "Can you guess what I'm going to do now? I'm going to wrap my mammoth new titties around your huge cock, like this!" With one hand on each she lifted each tit up and let them rest on my hips. My hugely erect cock was twitching over my stomach. She grabbed the shaft and held it against her right breast while she shifted her other breast into place to hold my shaft caught between her boobs. I could still see her smile as my cock pulsed high up in front of her face.
Briefly her tongue flickered out to dance over the head of my dick. She grinned again at the groan that brought from me.
"I've always wanted to do this. But my boobs were never big enough before! Now I can wrap them around your thick shaft and look!" She pressed inward on both tits. They surged upward under the pressure until all that remained in view was an inch or so of the shaft and the swollen red head. "I can almost hide your whole cock in my cleavage! That is so sexy!" She released and then reapplied the pressure rhythmically. The feeling was incredible! I felt as if my cock was being rolled between two soft rolling pins with the pressure surging and relaxing in time with her hands manipulations. Her breasts surged up and down my distended prick, feeling like two firm, warm, pillows!
"I love to feel your cock between my huge breasts! They are so large! I must be bigger than Toh! Look, I can watch your cock head pulsing larger and larger! This must be what it looks like when you are fucking deep into my pussy! Look, your slit just oozed a drop of cum!" Her tongue flashed out and collected it before it could disappear into her cleavage. "I just love the taste of you, Rich! I'd love to just suck you off every day if I didn't love the feel of you deep inside me even more!
"I can make my tits feel just like my cunt too, I think!" She began lifting herself up and down while holding her tits tightly wrapped around my shaft. Her boobs bounced solidly against my groin on the downstroke and the head disappeared on each up stroke. "I love to watch it reappear! This really looks so sexy. Do you love it as much as I do?" she asked, looking up briefly into my eyes.
"Uhhhh, Hillary, I'm going to come!" I warned her.
"Oh, goodie! Please, spurt for me! I want to see you come all over my tremendous new boobies! Let me see you squirt!" She pressed harder with her hands and moved up and down faster and faster. Her entire attention was focused on the end of my shaft as she continued to move fluidly up and down.
We both gasped in pleasure as the first wad blew out of my cock and shot up in the air to land on the sofa cushions and my stomach. Hillary quickly released her breasts and used both hands to stroke my cock strongly as I shot pulse after pulse. She was smiling and laughing as she directed squirts on to each of her tits. She pressed the oozing head to first one nipple and then the other, depositing the last of my cum on her boobs. Then, using the head, she proceeded to swipe the cum around and around her breasts. Finally, she bent over just enough to put the head into her mouth and vacuumed all the remaining semen into her mouth. I watched as she swallowed up every last drop and used her fingers to collect all the ooze that had been spread over my stomach and her breasts. In just a minute or two we were all cleaned up!
"Did you like that honey? I've always wanted to tit-fuck you! Now I have the equipment! I just love my huge titties! Don't you? Let's take a shower and fuck like bunnies until we're both too tired to do it anymore!" She was on a high now, it seemed! I didn't even have time to answer her before she jumped up and padded quickly into the bathroom.
"Come on, Rich! I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine!" Her happy voice floated to me where I still lay on the couch. I was almost too tired to move. And Hillary had done all the work so far! I just hoped to survive the night somehow!
I groaned as I slowly got to my feet and joined Hillary in the shower.

 

 

It actually took both of us to wash Hillary's newly expanded chest. She couldn't stop touching herself and I got all hot and bothered watching her as she used up most of the bar of soap on her titties. Her breasts hung proudly, jutting arrogantly outward. She could now, finally, pass the pencil test! But only a little! The tremendous mounds, while they rested against her lower rib cage, still thrust themselves outward, the nipples pointing just outward from center. No matter how Hillary or I washed, stroked, pushed, pulled, squashed or squeezed them they quickly quivered back to their original haughty stance.

Within minutes of joining Hillary under the spray of warm water I was back to a state of high erection: a situation which Hillary solved with a repeat of her tit-fucking performance. Watching her on her knees in front of me and feeling her colossal breasts mashed around my cock while her pointy little nipples traced patterns across my abdomen brought me to a climax in record time.
After drying ourselves off we retreated to the bed where Hillary did her absolute best to assure that I would die of dehydration! She must have coaxed at least three more climaxes from my sore and battered body over the course of the night. Every time I thought I was done, she would tease me with her breasts, her fingers, her lips, her toes, hell, everything, until I was erect once more and ready to go.
Hillary came easily and frequently. Her enthusiasm was still as strong as ever when I finally had to beg off and melted into sleep.

 

 

I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen.

Groping into a pair of shorts I stumbled to the table just in time to meet a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon, home fries and toast as it magically appeared in front of me.
Hillary planted a big kiss on me before I could tuck into the food.
As I came up for air I heard her tell me: "You were so wonderful last night! I've never had a better night of lovemaking! You deserve a great breakfast and a day of relaxation - so start eating!"
I was about half done when I started to come out of the coma I had sunk into the night before. Hillary was bustling around the kitchen, cleaning up and setting things right. Her cheeriness and energy were almost insulting!
She was dressed in a pair of panties and an old apron. The apron was doing an inadequate job of covering the span of her now much larger breasts. Despite constant tugging, the front of the apron could not be stretched far enough to cover both nipples simultaneously!
I started to chuckle as I watched her struggle with the apron. She looked up in annoyance and then started to laugh along with me.
"I suppose I'm going to have to do some shopping to expand my wardrobe. I have to accommodate this expansion!" She indicated her bosom with a wave of her hand.
"I doubt if you have anything that will fit you now!" I stated. Her breasts were much, much larger than they had been the afternoon before. "How much did you grow?" I asked.
"Well, I haven't measured since I got up. And I didn't take the time last night before I went to sleep. Want to help me do the honors after breakfast?"
"Sure, if you need the help!" I figured she didn't really need the help, but it would be fun. And believe it or not, I was getting a little horny watching her roam the kitchen in panties and a suddenly too-small apron. It wasn't like she was deliberately teasing me or bouncing around a lot. In fact she still didn't move nearly as much as I would have thought given the extravagant size her bosom had achieved overnight. But there was something about seeing her in an apron, her breasts peeking out first one side then the other as she moved around and pulled at her inadequate coverage that was really getting me going!
Dumping the dishes in the sink I stopped briefly in the living room to pick up our discarded clothes from the night before and rejoined Hillary in the bedroom. She was again standing in front of the mirror with the measuring tape in her hand.
"I thought so!" she said with some pride in her voice. "This damn tape isn't long enough anymore!"
"What?" I asked incredulously. "Not long enough?"
"Well, it is just a standard five foot length tailor's tape, after all! I'd almost outgrown it before last night. And I did grow quite a lot thanks to you! Hot, sweaty sex seems to accelerate the growth. And I grow faster right after the pendant charges up, then my expansion tapers off as the pendant looses its glow. At least, that's the way it seems to me.
"Well, luckily, I had the foresight to get a longer tape last week when I was at the fabric store." She pulled another tape out of the drawer. "Eight feet long. If I go over 100 inches, I'll need another one I suppose! But I don't think it'll get to that point. At least not for a while, I don't think."
I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or to herself. I took the tape from her hands and stood behind her.
"Here. Let me." I offered.
I carefully placed the tape across the fullest part of her breasts, which was just at her nipples. While she held her arms up out of the way, I brought the tape together at her spine. Hillary's arms were now hanging loosely at her sides as I noted the measurement.
"Okay, lift your breasts up out of the way, so I can get an accurate reading of your true chest measurement." I told her.
"What did the measurement come out to?" She wanted to know as she cradled both boobs in her arms and lifted them up. I noticed that she did not resist the temptation to lick the bulging tops of her boobs as she held them up.
"Just hold on a minute while I finish here. Okay, you can relax. Still just thirty five inches around the rib cage." I informed her.
"Yeah, but what about the other measurement?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, that? I better measure again." I teased her. "I kinda forgot. I mean, I don't believe I got an accurate measurement. You were holding your breath and expanding your chest. It's the only explanation!"
"I didn't! You know I didn't! What was the measurement?! If you don't tell me..." she threatened me.
"Oh, you'll what?" I was laughing at her impatience.
"Ooohh, Rich! Tell me! I want to know!"
"All right. Hillary, you now measure sixty-eight and one quarter inches! You gained almost one foot last night!"
"Oh, my God! A foot. That is so awesome! I'm sure to win that contest now!" Her arms were around me, crushing me into her cleavage. Her warm flesh engulfing my whole face I was having a hard time breathing and wasn't struggling against it too hard!
"Too bad, the pendant's dark now. I wonder if I could...no, better to just let things go for a few days." She was talking to herself. She was still holding me to her with my nose buried in her cleavage and her boobs resting on my shoulders on either side!
"Well, let's see if I can get into something so I can go shopping for some new clothes. I may have to just wear a coat. I doubt if any of my old blouses will stretch to fit the new me!" She was almost laughing at the thought.
"Let me see, I just bought this yesterday. Less than twenty four hours." She pulled her new turtleneck top over her head. "Umph, nope, this isn't going to work! Look, honey! I can't really fit into it at all!"
In truth, she didn't even come close! While it was possible for her to get her arms into the sleeveless opening, and the back slid easily down, the front was not cooperative. Despite her best tugging she could only just get the lower hem over her nipples. And then the weight of her massive breasts would cause them to slowly be released by the overmatched fabric. We both watched as her nipples and dime sized areola slowly popped onto sight again and again.
"Hold on, I've got an idea!" I told her. I grabbed a pair of scissors and took a pair of white sneaker laces from the bureau top.
I carefully cut the seam on each side up to just below the armpit. Then I ran the laces thru holes I quickly punched in the fabric on the front and back halves.
"There, that should release the pressure, Hillary," I proudly informed her as I stood back to admire my needlework.
"Oh, Rich!" She was giggling. "It's a nice try, but...." she turned to face me.
I saw what she was laughing about! The fabric now rested on top of her monstrously oversize boobs. The lower edge was just barely touching the top of her areolae. The top that had covered her boobs entirely just the day before now only covered her top slopes!
"Well, off to the store!" I told her.

 

 

Hillary was nervously pacing.

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked. "You look great. But I have to admit I don't understand your wanting to wear that overcoat while you wait. Nobody else is!" I gestured at the half naked women wandering around the cramped quarters back stage at the strip club.
"Well, I just want to take these girls by surprise. This is the finals! If they knew what I looked like they might dance better or something. I just want to have as much an advantage as I can. If they think I'm shy or don't have a good body that's just fine with me!"
Why they would think that, since Hillary had finished second only to last years winner in her preliminary contest, was a question I didn't bother to ask.
"I go next to last so I'll have a good chance to judge the competition! I really want to win. Now go out front and cheer for me when I come out. I want to get everything I can from this crowd! Just think how large I could become after tonight! I'm going to have the biggest, firmest set of boobs in the world!" She was practically crowing! She pushed me down the steps and into the audience. This was a new, competitive side to Hillary that I had not seen before. I wasn't sure if I liked it.
The whole bar was crowded with guys drinking and talking as loud as they could. The manager had told me that it was a full house - 250 people. Wet T-shirt contests still packed them in, he said.
There were eight girls competing in this final event. Hillary was going to be the seventh contestant. Last year's winner was going to be the last dancer. Place of pride as past winner, I supposed.
The club MC, a short chubby guy, was in charge of dousing each girl with water to make the T-shirt transparent. He did this with a seltzer bottle and a lot of kidding around, asking the girls their name, measurements and usually a gag question or two like a beauty contest MC.
The first girl was a short, bleach bottle blonde who claimed to be 36-24-36 with nothing much to recommend her except an unusually large, firm butt which she treated as her best asset. Despite this being a wet T-shirt contest, it was her butt that she shook in the judges faces more than anything else.
The second girl, a brunette, was about my height, claimed to be 37-25-36 and had a nice set of firm 'C' cup titties that jiggled nicely when she bounced around the stage. She got a lot of applause.
The rest of the girls were all pretty. Several seemed to have had boob jobs and all played up to the audience and judges. Except for the first girl, all of them had dispensed with the T-shirt before they had left the stage. The level of applause seemed to be about the same for all of the girls. None of them seemed to really get any more or less applause. Each contestant got two songs or five minutes which ever came first. They smiled, they teased a little, they took off their T-shirts toward the end of the second song they danced to.
The only girl who really got some enthusiastic applause had a really mobile pair of loosely slung 38's who bounced and wobbled all over the place. She also licked her own nipples toward the end of her performance, which garnered a lot of enthusiastic hoots from the guys.
When Hillary bobbled out onto the stage I thought the MC was going to drop the seltzer bottle. Like several of the girls before, Hillary had tied the T-shirt into a knot to tighten it around her boobs. Unlike the others, Hillary had tied hers in the back so that there was nothing to impede the view of her unbelievably immense breasts and taut stomach. Her short shorts were so tight they were trying to crawl up into her cunt when she walked.
At her entrance the crowd got so quiet you could have heard a promise break. Then they roared their approval! None of the guys had ever imagined, let alone seen a woman built like Hillary!
In the T-shirt it was evident that her breasts were many times larger than any of the other girls. And they did not sag in the slightest despite their mammoth size. As she stood towering over the MC Hillary smiled at the audience, blew kisses and swiveled about to show off her incredible figure.
As he had with all the others, the MC waited for the crowd to quiet to introduce Hillary. It took a long time and finally he tired of waiting for the cheers and yells to stop. Instead he announced Hillary, and asked her her measurements which she responded to by saying with a wicked grin, "Incredibly big, 26, 36! I really have a hard time keeping track. I'm still a growing girl!"
The crowd hooted and yelled appreciatively!
"And what would you like to do for our audience if you win tonight?" the MC asked.
"The whole audience? You'd wear me out!" Another howl from 250 throats. "How about if I let you," she chucked the MC under the chin, "measure just how big I am?"
More howls from the audience. Some were already yelling for her to take it off!
The MC was grinning like an idiot as he raised the almost empty seltzer bottle to douse Hillary's chest.
"I think you may need more than that little bottle to cover all of me!" Hillary smiled as he emptied the first bottle and grabbed another one to finish the job.
As soon as she was wet thru and thru, Hillary pranced to the very front of the dance area and began to tease the audience. I could just make out the pendant and its crystal under her shirt. Unlike the other dancers who gave most of their attention to the judges, Hillary played entirely to the audience. She shimmied, she shook, she swayed to the music. When ever she walked from one spot to another it was with a high stepping prance that set her boobs to bouncing and lunging under the T-shirt. Every one in the audience could plainly see her small but erect nipples moving under the shirt as her breasts caromed and rebounded. Almost at once her pendant bounced out from under her T-shirt.
Hillary would stop in front of a particularly loud group and would shimmy her shoulders while leaning back and then leaning forward, shaking her bodacious boobs at the audience. She would step to just within reach of a man, offer one or the other tit and then dance out of reach with a tinkling laugh. It was obvious that she was enjoying the teasing and sense of control that she enjoyed over the audience. I could see her pendant sparkling in the light.
Just before the first song ended she reached behind her back and loosened the knot holding her shirt tight to her body. When the shirt fell free from the knot it still clung to her boobs like a second skin but the bottom hem swung down below her crotch. With a grin and a wink Hillary grasped the hem of the shirt and slowly peeled it up until she held it just below the level of her tits.
As the music faded between songs she quickly pulled the material up above her breasts and gave the audience a flashing look at her boobs before covering up just as quickly. The crystal was glowing warmly. The howls from the audience were rafter shaking!
As the second song began its pulsing rhythm Hillary gathered all of the loose material in front of her, twisted it into long rope, stuck it under the shirt and pulled it up between her boobs. She then gripped the end of the rope in her mouth. The fabric was pulled even tighter than before and seemed to cup and lift her breasts slightly. It looked just like she was sucking on a large cloth dick that was projecting through her immense cleavage! Hillary ran both hands up and down the rope of cloth miming the act of masturbation.
I had thought the noise level was as loud as it could get. I was wrong. I could just barely hear the pulse of music from the sound system. She squeezed both boobs together so that the rope disappeared between her breasts while her mouth came down, swallowing the "cock" until her face was mashed into her cleavage. She pulled back up, ran her tongue around the tip of the cloth. I recognized some of her favorite moves from the bedroom! The pendant was sparkling brightly now.
After a few moments of this action Hillary got down to what the audience wanted and what she had most anticipated. She turned her back to the audience, slowly bent over from the waist, and while twitching her butt at the staring eyes of the roomful of men, removed the T-shirt. Her breasts bounced out, entirely blocking any view of her upside down face.
Quickly she stood upright, still facing away from the crowd of leering patrons and tossed the T-shirt away. Her hands went to her boobs and her arms came up so her elbows were above the level of her shoulders. While smiling over her shoulder, first one way and then the other,she pressed her hands into her boobs. This caused great swells of flesh to squeeze out to the sides. Posing like this, as she switched her hips left and right, she was displaying more breast to the audience than any of the other girls had shown while facing them!
Turning slowly, she presented a profile view, her fingertips just cupping her nipples. Her hands were over a foot away from her chest and seemed dwarfed by the huge mounds of flesh that jutted arrogantly from her shoulders as she completed her turn to face the audience. Her crystal was shining with an internal light that rivaled the spotlights shining on Hillary.
Smiling gently, Hillary gripped her nipples and slowly, sensuously, rubbed each breast against the other. Every man in the crowd was imagining that his dick was being massaged in the chasm-like cleavage being flaunted in front of them.
As the music's tempo increased, Hillary dropped her hands away from her chest. Twitching her shoulders, Hillary shimmied and shook her breasts while prancing from one side of the dance area to another. Her boobs wobbled and flexed. While standing in one place Hillary would bounce on her heels causing her mams to rise and fall, rise and fall until, on the upswing they came even with her chin and covered her navel on the downswing!
Through it all, Hillary had a big smile on her face. Her pride and confidence glowed on her face. The crowd response was fantastic as the music finally ended.
Hillary curtsied, cupped her mammoth left breast in both hands and tried to kiss the nipple with a flickering tongue, then did the same with the right breast. She turned, bent at the waist to pick up her shirt, and flounced off the stage to the continued roars and yells from the audience.
Several minutes passed before the MC announced that the contest was over. Apparently last year's winner had refused to go on after seeing Hillary's performance. It was apparent that Hillary had won as soon as all of the contestants came out for the final bow. She was the only one that had not re-donned her shirt. Her posture was arrogantly proud, breasts thrusting outward, as she re-entered the dance area.
The crowd erupted into huge roars of acclaim.. The other contestants clustered several feet way from Hillary.
Her prize was $1000.00 and a trophy. As the crowd continued to applaud and chant their approval the MC approached Hillary with a tape measure in hand. As the crowd started to quiet down that MC reached Hillary. Smiling proudly into his eyes as well as at the crowd, she lifted her arms, clasped her hands behind her neck and allowed the MC to put his arms around her to pass the tape from one hand to the other.
In order to complete the pass the MC had to move close to Hillary. His face almost pressed into Hillary's cleavage. With some fumbling he was able to clasp each end of the tape and bring his hands around in front of Hillary. He was unable, however, to bring the ends of the tape together. Hillary's bust was larger than the tape by so much that it was difficult to estimate exactly how large the gap was. Well over six inches! Closer to a foot!
"Folks, we're sorry. This is only a five foot tape. Our winner is well over sixty inches around the fullest part of her chest! Let's have a hand for Hillary! Biggest and best chest!"
Hillary danced to two more songs, continuing to tease and tantalize all the guys who were by now throwing dollar bills at her.
Later as we met backstage, Hillary was still aglow from the experience. Her pendant's glow was visible through her blouse.
"Did you see me? Did you hear them? I won! I won! I have the biggest and prettiest breasts in town! None of the other girls even came close! I'm so proud of my self and these big beauties!" She hefted her boobs. "Hurry, lets go home. I need you tonight more than ever!"
Fine with me, I was struggling with an erection that had started when she began dancing and was still there!
When we got home she practically raped me. Her excitement led her from one peak of excitement to another. Her stamina and need were incredible! I had never seen her so excited. She crashed from one orgasm to another. I lost count some time after her twelfth orgasm. Her dancing and teasing had made her so excited that I doubt that I was even necessary for her enjoyment as I sucked and fucked her throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning after. She insisted that we use every position. Her favorite of the night however was to, as she put it: "Fuck my prize winning boobs. Fuck these beautiful, immense breasts. Squirt your cum all over the biggest, prettiest boobs in town!"
Over the next several weeks her breast expansion continued as she fed off the excitement and pride that had been stored up in the crystal. As the time passed the glow faded slowly as her breasts gained size and weight. Her sexual excitement slowly tapered off too, to my relief. I guess you can get too much of a good thing!
One day I entered the bedroom to find Hillary standing with one hand on the wall while she slowly swung one leg and then the other in front of her.
"What's up, honey?" I asked.
"Oh, Rich, hi. I'm just noticing. I suppose it's been like this for a while but it just struck me. See," she held her leg out in front of her. "I can see my foot! But not unless I hold it out here! I haven't really seen my feet in weeks! I always thought that was an exaggeration! But my boobs are so big and cover so much of me in front that unless I swing my legs out or hold my boobs away from each other when I'm naked, I never see my feet!" She seemed in good humor!
"And God, I can't believe how heavy these are now," she said looking at herself in the mirror. "Yet they don't really bother me at all! All my measurements have remained the same except for my bust. I've put on over fifty pounds since this all started! It has to be boob flesh! My thighs, waist and hips are, if anything, just a little smaller than when I put on the pendant.
"This morning, when I got up, I measured myself. Every day I'm getting a little bit bigger although the pendant isn't glowing anymore, really. I measured out at seventy-five inches and a fraction. But I think that might be a little deceiving. My boobs are actually a lot bigger now than last night! More than the eight inches on the tape would seem to indicate. They are so much larger from top to bottom. I mean, the volume has really increased but not my total circumference. See?"
She hurried to her chest of drawers. Rummaging around in the second drawer, she removed a photo album.
"Look at this too!" She commanded. "Just after I realized that I was going to have really gigantic boobs I started to keep a photo gallery of my progress."
Sure enough, there were a dozen or more photos of Hillary in full face and profile standing in front of what looked like a white grid.
"What is all this?" I asked.
"Well, I thought it would be a good idea to keep a really good record. So I took a sheet, drew six inch squares on it and tacked it to a pole. I hang the pole from those two hooks on the wall and take a Polaroid front and side every couple of days. You can really see how my development has progressed."
She went to the closet and removed a pole and a camera tripod with a camera attached. I watched amazed as she hung the pole and placed the camera on a set of masking tape marks I'd never noticed next to her side of the bed.
Pressing the timer, she stood up straight in front of the grid and proudly held her shoulders back as if at attention. Several seconds later, the flash went off and she reset it and turned sideways to the camera. I couldn't believe that she was going to all this trouble! She seemed to have obsessed on her breast size and growth much more than I had realized.
"Here, now look," she instructed me as she compared the new photos with some in the album.
"This is today and these are from three days ago. Look at the profile shots!"
Her voice was filled with pride as she went on. "I have two of the largest breasts in the world! Look at the sheer bulk of these monsters!"
Looking at her profile picture I could see what she meant. Where in the earlier shots the top slope of her breasts had swooped dramatically down and out to her nipple the picture she had just taken showed that the slope was less steep. Although the bottom of her breasts remained just even with her navel in both pictures, her breasts were now larger, top to bottom by several inches. In the front-on shots her "wingspan" had not changed at all!
"See?" Hillary boasted. "Just because my measurement around the fullest part of the breast hasn't increased a lot, my boobs are, in fact, larger than before, much larger! Cup size measured as the difference between my largest circumference and my chest circumference isn't a true reflection of my size!
"Today I measure seventy five and a fraction inches. And I weigh almost 180 pounds! That's four more pounds than yesterday! And 42 pounds more than when I started growing! And all in my boobs! There was a time when I worried about gaining weight, but no more! Forty inches, Rich, forty inches! That's how much I've increased my bust! If I had to get a bra in a store I'd have to ask for a 40 ... um, let me see, 26 letters in the alphabet, 40 inches, less 26 is 14 is a "J". A 40 J cup bra, the J being the second time around the alphabet! Richard, no one has breasts this size! I'm past immense! I'm heroic! I'm so proud of my new look!
"Yesterday when I put on my overcoat and left the apartment I noticed that my boobs brushed either door jam! Even within the confinement of a good bra and my coat! I don't really need a bra for uplift, just to keep from swinging so far to either side that I don't knock things over."
"Rich, I'm thinking that I should take off the amulet now. What do you think?"
She turned to me from the mirror where she had been examining herself. I was struck by the fact that you can adjust to almost anything in time. Looking at Hillary with fresh eyes I saw a tall, gorgeous young blonde standing in front of me. Her breasts started about three inches below her collarbone. They swelled out dramatically to the front and to the sides. The outer edges of her breasts were easily eight inches wider than her shoulders to each side � without a bra � even though her cleavage was tight enough that a playing card would stay in place between her breasts. The lower, heaviest part of her breasts rested solidly just above her navel, while her still small nipples and dime-sized aureoles looked almost invisible against the sweeping expanse of her boobs and were almost two-thirds of the way between her breast tops and the bottom of her breasts. Her nipples pointed up and slightly outward, resting jauntily on the upper swells of her incredibly large bosom. If she were to turn to the side I knew that her breasts would project almost two feet from her chest wall, more than tripling the depth of her rib cage.
We had, of course, made love the night before. She'd had a new wrinkle to try when I tit-fucked her. She had me stand in front of her while she sat on the edge of the bed. When she had mashed her tits together over my dick I had not even come close to touching bottom when fucking straight inward with my fourteen inch cock!
"I doubt there is another woman alive who can hold a candle to you," I opined. "If I had thought you had large, lovely breasts before, well, words fail me. You are a walking wet dream for any one who likes really big tits!"
"Jeez, when you talk like that I just want to drag you to bed!" she grinned. Her pendant had picked up a flickering glow again from my praise and her pride. "But, well, I don't want to be so big that I can't use a revolving door. And it's a near thing now. So..."
She reached up and removed the pendant, not without some reluctance I thought.
"I can always put it back on later I suppose..."
She slipped the necklace into her bedside drawer and drew me to the bed once again.

 

 

 

 

To be Continued