A couple of things about this story before you begin.  First, of course, it's 
for adults.  If you aren't one where you are, you'll just have to wait, ok?  
Secondly, this story came about because Juliekat (of BE-Loft fame) and I 
were having a discussion about the nature of fantasy.  A couple of nights 
later, I was alone at 3 in the morning, guarding a gate with a pad of paper 
to keep me company.  I showed her this work and _she_ insisted I post it 
to the archive sites, which I guess, if you're reading this, I did.  So, don't 
yell at me if you feel this was inappropriate to post--she said to, not me.  A 
word of suggestion though, before you try this at home.  _Talk_ to the 
person you're thinking of using in your fantasy first, ok?  It saves 
heartache all around :)

Acknowledgements:  
   The blame is all mine for story errors, the inspiration, of course is 
Juliekat's, and the characters are all copyright 1998, to their respective 
players.  No one's name has been changed to protect the guilty.


Juliekat's Seduction
   by GlennG (ggorsuch@sunset.net)

   Not long ago, I was out for a walk when I saw my dear friend Juliekat 
trudging around in an uncharacteristic long coat.  Her normally bouncy, 
perky step was slow and dragging, and she was hunched over, as if the 
small grocery bag she carried was far too heavy.  I crossed the street in a 
hurry to find out what was the matter.
   "Julie-katschen!  You look like the universe was weighing you down--
what's wrong?" I deftly took the bag from her as I spoke...no, it wasn't 
_that_ heavy.
   Julie's face twisted in a shadow of her normal grin.  "Juliekat is just tired, 
really.  Once she gets to bed, Juliekat will be just fine."
   I looked at her, sharply.  "No you don't, dear.  You can tell me what's 
wrong when we get to your place."  Suiting actions to words, I put my arm 
around her shoulders, and carrying her groceries, we walked the few 
remaining blocks to her home.
   Once there, I placed her sack on the kitchen counter, and followed her 
out to her living room.  There, she sat on the edge of her armchair, eyes on 
the ground.  I dropped into her sofa, as soft as the rest of her furniture, 
and leaned forward.
   "Ok, dear lady...what's the matter?  You might as well tell me, because 
you have to tell someone."
   Juliekat finally met my eyes.  As always, hers were beautiful.  Why 
hadn't I told her so, I wondered.  She finally spoke, twisting a button on 
her coat as she did.  "Uhm...Juliekat has a little problem--Juliekat has been 
growing again, and doesn't know what to do about it."
   I sat upright, quickly.  Juliekat was already a very busty woman--very 
bouncy and if the truth be known, just watching her walk was enough to 
give me an erection.  "Uh, are you sure? I mean, err, a cup size or so, it's 
hard to tell sometimes if uh...", I let my voice trail off.  Quantum, I swore 
inside my head, what a stupid thing to say!
   Julie just stood up--this time really standing up, straight, like her normal 
posture.  Her coat was pulled tight across her chest--not unusual, but I 
remembered her buying that coat at the start of winter--a man's coat, 
bought quite large so that she wouldn't always be advertising her 
wonderful body.  My jaw started to drop.
   Button by button she released the tension on the coat, and finally, once 
she got to her waist, my jaw swung all the way open.  Normally, and by 
choice, Juliekat wore a snug fitting halter, slightly reinforced to hold her 
rather impressive bust.  This gave her support, and, if I only dared tell her, 
looked incredibly sexy as well.
   Now, though, it obviously wasn't helping much, if at all.  I'd never had 
the nerve to ask how big she was before, but now she was much larger.  
Her breasts, formerly held tenderly in the grasp of the fabric, looked as 
though they were doing their best to escape their cloth prison.  Tanned 
flesh bulged out the top, making it look as though she had tried to stuff her 
normal self into a small child's clothes.  From below, it was obvious to me, 
since I was still sitting, that the body band had no contact with her body 
from side to side, since her breasts were pushing the garment out and 
away from her body.  The fabric was more than skin tight, and looked 
stretched to its limits.  I tried terribly hard to tear my eyes away, up to 
her face, but for a few long seconds, I failed.
   When my eyes finally came up (with a tearing sound like velcro, I'm 
sure), there was a tiny smile on her face, gone instantly.  I stood up.  
"Perhaps we could, err, loosen that top a bit, Juliekat?  It looks a trifle 
uncomfortable."  In the back of my mind were incoherent thoughts of 
being invited to stroke or kiss those luscious breasts, of burying my face in 
them.  I firmly squashed those thoughts as I walked behind her.  She 
obliged me by dropping her coat to the floor.
   I thought to myself that this might be rather tougher than I had 
thought...the straps that came back to a pair of buckles were tight, and 
already stretched.  I tried working one, then the other loose.  I stopped as 
Juliekat giggled--my fingers had stroked a sensitive part of her back.  I 
stepped a little closer, for better leverage, and could feel the gentle 
warmth, and could smell her entrancing scent.
   Pulling slowly, but firmly, I finally got one of the buckles loose, and held 
it while I considered what to do next.  Then I lost my balance, trying not to 
walk all over Juliekat's coat.  I lost my grip on the strap, and suddenly all 
the strain that Julie's bust was putting on the halter was concentrated on 
the other buckle.  Unsuprisingly, it broke.  So I got the second best position 
in the house (over Juliekat's shoulder) to watch as her breasts *sprang* 
free of their confinement and hurled the top across the room to the sofa 
where I'd been sitting.
I stood, looking dumbly over her shoulder, as a pair of breasts, the largest 
I'd ever seen in the flesh, wobbled and swung free.  Easily a bit larger than 
her head, I was amazed that they had managed to fit as long as they had in 
her poor abused top.
   As they slowly stopped their bouncing, Juliekat put her hands to her 
breasts, trying and failing to preserve her modesty.  She turned to face me, 
a look of suprise still on her features.
   "Ah, err. sorry, Juliekat, my dear.  I, ah, slipped."  As were my eyes...I 
couldn't help but notice how her hands were pressed into the soft, yet firm 
flesh,and how every breath caused gentle ripples that...I slapped myself 
mentally again.  Juliekat was my friend, and here I was wondering how I 
would go about getting into bed with her.
   She tried to pick up the coat without uncovering herself--which was 
pretty much impossible, so I picked it up off the ground and draped it over 
her bare shoulders.  Juliekat tried to button the jacket in the front, but 
without the additional compression provided by the defunct halter, the 
buttons wouldn't get within an inch of each other.  She frowned, then 
turned and bounced down the hall.  I followed at a small distance.
   "So what happened, Juliekat?  What made you, err, well, grow?" She 
went through a door on the left side of the hall, and I followed, stopping at 
the frame of the doorway.  Inside was a bedroom, a large room, obviously 
tailored to Juliekat's tastes.  Fully half the floorspace was taken up by a 
pile of all sorts of pillows.  Tossed randomly on the pile were a few 
blankets of various sorts.  It looked very comfortable, and was big enough 
for a half-dozen people at the least.  Candles were resting in holders all 
over the room.   One wall was taken up by a large closet, whose doors were 
open now.  Julie was rummaging around in it, obviously looking for 
something to wear that might have a hope of fitting.
   She came out of the closet with an assortment of fabric, which she tossed 
on the bed-pile.  Julikat looked at me seriously.  "Well?" she said.  "Come 
in...Juliekat doesn't bite, and she knows you didn't do that on purpose."  
She waved a hand at the bed "Sit...Juliekat has to get creative here."  I 
reclined on part of the pillows, which were as comfortable as they looked.
   Juliekat ducked back into the closet, and came out a moment later with a 
t-shirt, a large one.  She turned to face me.  "See Juliekat's problem?" she 
said in a small voice.  She tossed the coat into the closet, and pulled the 
shirt over her head.  It went on fairly well.  Until it got about a third of the 
way down her breasts.  Then the bottom hem just rebelled, and wouldn't 
stretch any more--and her breasts, so very firm, didn't want to flow into 
some shape other than her natural round one.  Juliekat tugged at the shirt, 
and pulled, but to no avail.  The bottom hem wouldn't even reach her 
nipples.
   She turned back to the closet.  I, having serious control problems, 
watched an incredible sight, as Juliekat's rear, adorned with her lovely tail, 
waved around, wearing only her tight cut off jeans.  In counterpoint, her 
unfettered breasts, wider than her torso, swayed back and forth as she 
grabbed clothing and discarded it.  Juliekat came out with a few more 
pieces and held them up as if for inspection.  One was a sheer white one-
piece swimsuit.  She draped it over her torso and turned, as if to show it 
off.  Her breasts were wider than the suit, only one nipple was covered.  
While I thought the suit had a certain appeal, and told her so...it just didn't 
appear practical.  Besides, the cloth was flimsy enough, she might just rip it 
apart.  She tossed it aside.  The next item was even smaller.
   "Hee!  Juliekat never had the courage to wear this before...she doesn't 
think it's possible now!"  It was the top half of a very skimpy bikini.  It 
was doubtful she could have managed to wear it _before_ she grew so 
very large. And now, her nipples were farther apart than the cups of the 
top.  She was recovering her sense of humor nicely, because she draped it 
over one breast before turning back to the closet again.
I watched avidly again as she wiggled about in there.  I was in a 
considerable amount of discomfort, trying hard not to show my arousal. 
After all, here I was in the bedroom of my very good friend Juliekat, a 
sexy woman if there ever was one, whose breasts had mysteriously nearly 
doubled in size, and watched her, topless, try to squeeze into anything that 
might still fit her.  I thought I might explode or something.
   Finally, she emerged with a hugely oversized t-shirt, from nearly the 
bottom of the closet.  It was the kind that some women use to sleep in.  
From it's position near the bottom of the closet, I was sure she didn't.  
Juliekat waved it like a flag at me, where I sat, still staring, and pulled it 
on.  It was snug, over her breasts, and I could see her nipples and aereolae 
trying to press through the cloth, but it held.  "Myah!  Juliekat is happy she 
kept this!  She never thought she'd need it, though."
   With her breasts covered, the immediate spell her body was casting on 
me was broken.  It started back up though, when she pulled out a pair of 
scissors and started cutting the material, so that it hung on her about the 
length of a long t-shirt, not a dress.  Juliekat then bunched up the cloth 
covering her belly, and knotted it under her enormous breasts.  "There!" 
she announced, "Juliekat almost looks back to her old self!"
   She walked, hips and breasts swaying, over to where I was still rigidly 
sitting on her bed, and grabbed my hand.  "Come on!  You can help Juliekat 
put away her groceries!"  She pulled me to my feet, and keeping my hand, 
bounced back down the hall to the kitchen.  I had no choice but to follow.  
It was difficult to walk though, watching the way Juliekat bounced in that 
flimsy cotton t-shirt.
   We got to the kitchen, my being out of breath having nothing to do with 
the distance between bedroom and here.  I tried to act casual as I asked 
again "So what _did_ happen with your breasts, katschen?  You never 
answered before."  She turned to me in the small kitchen, and for the first 
time, I, ah,  felt the magnitude of her problem.  She was pressed right up 
against my chest, and her breasts felt warm and delightful.  I was 
stiffening again, and couldn't fight it off, this time.  Luckily for my 
embarrasment, Juliekat's chest was so large that it blocked her from 
possibly seeing my discomfiture.
  "Well," she said "Juliekat was here, having breakfast.  She had a nice 
scrambled egg, and toast, and washed it down with a yummy glass of 
milk."
    "Hmmm...no strange rays, or funny tastes in the...food?"  My voice 
trailed off as I pondered.
   "No, just the last of the milk, which is why Juliekat bought some at the 
market today, see?"  She pulled out a gallon jug of milk from the grocery 
bag.  "You think it was this that made Juliekat grow so big?"
   Before I could stop her, not that I really thought to, she had opened the 
jug and had it tilted back for a few quick swallows.  I looked down, 
expectantly, my hands a few inches from her chest.  Nothing happened.  I 
looked back up at Julie, who had a milk mustache, and a single drop of 
milk sliding along her whisker.  I reached with one hand for the droplet 
when suddenly, I felt a gentle warmth pressing into my other hand.  I 
looked back down in shock.  In the few seconds we had looked away, 
Juliekat's breasts had grown another inch or two, and were pressing 
against my hand.  I simply could not move.  Juliekat looked down again, 
and squealed "Oohh!  Juliekat's even _bigger_ now!" She leaned forward 
onto me, my hand being swallowed up by breast flesh, wrapped in this 
cloth
"Hmmm...Juliekat feels _good_ now, nice and playful!  Juliekat likes being 
bigger!"
   Juliekat pushed past me, barely able to sqeeze her breasts past me to the 
refrigerator, the jug of milk in one hand.  She started pulling other things 
out of the 'fridge, balancing what she took out on the enormous shelf of her 
breasts.  Then she carefully took her load out to the living room, and set 
her cargo, including the jug of milk, on the coffee table by the sofa.  
Juliekat then swayed and bounced back to the kitchen where she grabbed 
my hand again, this time pressing it in her haste to the underside of her 
swollen mammaries.  "C'mon, c'mon!  Help Juliekat!  She wants to see what 
happens!"  I let myself be pulled along in her wake, thinking that 
friendship or no, I'd never been so aroused in my life.
   Once there, she dropped to the couch, setting her mammoth breasts 
bouncing again.  I stood next to the sofa, wondering what she was up to.
"Feed Juliekat!", she demanded, "Pick something, and give it to Juliekat."  I 
looked down, and saw what she'd brought to feast on.  Besides the jug of 
milk, there was a block of cheese, two cartons of yogurt, one of cottage 
cheese, and a dish of ice cream.  In a daze, I handed her the ice cream and 
a spoon.  She began spooning it down like some one was trying to take it 
from her.  Sure enough, after about 20 
seconds, Juliekat's massive bosom was growing again.  Titflesh pressed 
against the shirt, and pulled the knot tightly up into the undersides of her 
breasts, completely baring her lithe belly.   Even with her arms at her 
sides to cradle them, I estimated, she'd still overflow to either side of her 
torso.
   She leaned all the way back onto the sofa, and began picking at the knot 
bunching the t-shirt under her breasts.  Her deft fingers made short work 
of the task, even though there was no way for her to see what she was 
doing.  Once the shirt was released, with a single flowing motion that set 
her breasts rocking and swaying, she pulled the top off.  Immediately, that 
spell she had cast on me was back in full force--I had a near overpowering 
urge to stroke those orbs, to massage them in my hands, and to use my lips 
to caress them, to nibble and suck...
   Juliekat broke me out of my daze, by demanding more of the food.  She 
gulped down the yogurt, chewed the cheese,  and swallowed the cottage 
cheese in record time, leaving only the jug of milk that started it all.  She 
put on an innocent face as she patpatted her belly, now slightly distended 
with all the food in it.  "Oohh, feel--Juliekat is _full_, now."  I needed no 
second invitation--my hand came down and massaged her tighly stretched 
stomach.  Her skin felt so delicate and tender, and since she didn't move 
away, I continued to caress her tummy, applying gentle pressure as I did 
so.
   Juliekat looked up at me, her lips parted and moist.  "Glenn...you 
should..." but what I should was lost, as her belly gave a _loud_ rumble.  
We both looked down in suprise, although Juliekat had no hope of seeing 
her tummy past her enormous breasts.  So I was watching this time and I 
saw it happen.  She swelled!  Much more than previously, her breasts 
grew, bloating enormously.  My hand was buried in an avalanche of breast 
as they swelled down her belly, past her crotch, and on towards the end of 
her lap, at her knees.  They bulged up, cradling her delicate chin in her 
cleavage.  Every panting breath caused an answering rock and sway in her 
enormous new breasts.
   I couldn't really begin to take in how huge she was.  To either side, her 
breasts overlapped her torso and arms, and she filled more of the loveseat 
than any but a very fat woman indeed.  I had no real idea of the depth of 
her cleavage, though with my hand still on her stomach, the upper surface 
of her breasts came to just below my elbow.  I could only imagine what 
she'd look like standing, if she still could stand, that is.
   The thought of my arm, still nestled between her breasts, caused some 
rather interesting, ah, sensations down low on my torso.   The gentlemanly 
thing to do would be to disengage, or at least not stare quite so much at 
her tits.  Maybe I could just slide my arm up and out of her cleavage...
   It took all my willpower to tear my eyes away from those incredible 
mounds and up to the relative safety of her face.  I leaned closer as I 
started to work my arm up and out.  But then it was like something in her 
eyes was a magnet...I moved closer, until our faces were inches apart.  
Something huge, soft, and warm bumped up against my chest which I 
started stroking with my free hand.  Juliekat's eyes were two gleaming 
pools, filling my vision.  Then, our lips met.  It was like being on the 
receiving end of a mule's kick, with 10,000 volts added, and all the pain 
removed.  It lasted forever, and only a short time.  This endless few 
seconds finally did end when the discomfort of the growing erection in my 
pants made itself known to my Juliekat-fogged brain.  I slowly pulled 
back, the feel of her lips lingering long after we parted.  Air slowly 
whistled through my lips as I took one breath, then another.  I tried and 
failed to calm the sea of hormones raging through my body.
  Juliekat looked at me, just looked, and I knew I wasn't going to stay just 
her friend, not if I could possibly convince her of anything else. I wanted 
her, with the same passion I wanted to breathe.  Very slowly, I backed up, 
pulling my hands from her chest.  She just lay there, reclined on the sofa, 
breathing a little hard, which was making wonderful ripples shimmy 
across her chest.  I held out my hands, both of them, palms up to Juliekat.  
I watched as thoughts, likely (hopefully!) similar to mine crossed her mind, 
then with a beautiful smile, she held her hands out to me.  I took her 
hands, gently fingering her palms before raising each to my lips.  Then, 
setting myself as best as I could, given the position of the coffee table, I 
leaned back, hard, and pulled.
   Juliekat tried to flow up with her usual grace, and came very close to 
suceeding.  This was an incredible accomplishment, given the size and 
mass of her dairy-laden mammaries.  Tit-flesh rocked and swayed, 
threatening to pull us both down again, and her cleavage when standing 
was every bit as magnificent as I could have imagined.  Slowly...oh, so 
slowly, the bouncing stopped.  Her breasts stood out, each breast as wide 
as her torso, and her cleavage arrowed from chin to navel before her 
breasts eased away from each other.  Each tit was swollen round, as though 
they'd never heard of gravity, and faintly, I could make out veins mapping 
out her girth under her skin.
  She and I stepped forward, at almost the same instant, causing her 
breasts to press tightly against me.  Juliekat's breasts were warm as they 
held me in an armless embrace.  My hands caressed their undersides, my 
fingers trembling a little as my dreams were realized.
Juliekat leaned as close to me as she could, trying to speak into my ear.  
"Glenn--please...please help Juliekat to her bedroom."
  Taking my hand, she once again led the way down the hall to her 
bedroom, this time, much slower.  It was a necessity...as big as she'd 
gotten, her breasts were brushing the walls of the hallway with each step.  
Her free hand was occupied, trying to keep her titanic bouncing to a 
minimum.  I was mesmerized, watching the sway of such enormous 
breasts fill the path ahead of me.  Juliekat's sexy tail rocked in 
counterpoint to her breasts, and I thought I would burst.  She squeezed my 
hand in encouragement, just before we arrived at the doorway to her 
bedroom--which was somewhat narrower than the hall.
   I came up behind her as she stopped, then she released my hand as she 
turned sideways and used both arms to squeeze her enormous bust 
through the doorframe.  Once through, she turned to face me, and 
motioned me in.  "Come in, lover...Juliekat needs you now..."
   My mouth was dry as I stepped across more than one threshhold in that 
instant.  She walked over to her enormous nest of a bed and sat on the 
edge, looking coy and sexy.  Then she worked her way to the middle of the 
bed, and lowered herself onto her back.  Her breasts immediately hid her 
face behind their mountainous forms, as well as pinning her arms to the 
bed.  Juliekat's hands, left free, stroked the sides of these twin giants.  
From behind her breasts, I heard her call my name and to come attend 
her.  I paused only to take off my shirt, then I fell upon her, like a beggar 
to a feast.  I stroked, I nibbled, I suckled.  My hands caressed, stroked, and 
massaged her, and we both were soon out of breath.  For the next few 
hours, we simply had sex, and so great was the pleasure that my lover 
gave me, I am quite unable to recall all the details, as they were shrouded 
in a cloud of lust.  Certain things, though, come to me with a picture-like 
accuracy--
   At one point I lay sprawled on my back, erection pointing like a tower at 
the sky, and Juliekat gently lowered herself over me, surrounding me with 
a tight warmth.  She leaned forward slightly, and I was buried in a cascade 
of soft tit-flesh, which my hands and hers pressed around my head and 
neck.  It was like being suffocated in pleasure.
   At another, I straddled her slender waist this time, and my hands 
sqeezed her breasts around my manhood, while her hands were clamped 
on my ass, urging me to thrust into her breasts harder.  When I exploded 
into her cleavage, we both laughed like maniacs as she drew designs with 
my sperm on her breasts.
   At still another, she was trying to lay on her belly, breasts propping her 
up, and I thrust in from behind.  With every thrust, Juliekat's breasts 
jiggled like some enormous pair of jelly-filled shock absorbers.  Her tail 
stroked my body as I pumped.
   And towards the end, my hand stroked her hip and stomach as we lay on 
our sides facing each other.  Each was suckling from one of her huge 
teats...not getting any milk, but the pleasure was immense anyway.  I 
recall Juliekat having to crane around quite a bit, as she was so large, that 
it took some work to get a nipple to her lips.
   Finally, our passion was temporarily spent.  Her bed, never neat or tidy 
to begin with, rather resembled a grenade testing site.  We were both 
covered with drying sweat, our hair lank and...well, touseled really doesn't 
describe it.  I still thought nothing on the planet looked as beautiful as she 
did.  Juliekat was laying on top of me, our faces toward each other, and her 
breasts still huge, between us.  She shifted and rolled off.
   "Come help Juliekat in the shower." she said, with none of her usual 
bounce.  She was as tired as me, I was sure.  I got to my feet and helped 
her to hers.  With remarkably little playing, we got each other washed.  It 
was an intimate moment, even without the wild sex.  She simply trusted 
me with her body, and I her with mine.  We dried each other off with 
thick, fluffy terrycloth towels, and when done we sat again on the edge of 
her bed, facing each other.
  I was a little uncomfortable.  "Juliekat, dear...I...I don't want you to think 
I planned to seduce you or anything...I'm not ashamed of what happened 
or anything, it jus.." she cut me off.
   In a voice quite unlike her normal kittenish tones (for one thing, it was 
far sexier and...well, adult), she replied "Oh...silly lover." Her hand stroked 
one massively swollen breast. "Who seduced who, do you think?" She 
smiled, a smile of promise and desire.
   Her voice returned to something approaching her normal one.  "But 
Juliekat is thirsty, after all that...excercise, and and Glenn and Juliekat left 
the milk out.  Would Juliekat's lover bring it here?"
  I didn't stop to think as I sprinted for the bedroom door, the hall, and the 
living room beyond.  I scooped up the milk, still a little cool to the touch 
and ran back, jug in hand.  While I wasn't thinking, per se, some _part_ of 
me was, and incredibly, I found an erection beginning.
   When I got back to Juliekat, she had moved to the head of the bed, 
propped up against the wall with a few of the abundant pillows.  Her 
breasts rested on her thighs, spilling off onto the bed, and her arms were 
out for the cargo I carried.  I handed it to her and said "Juliekat--are you 
sure tha--" I was cut off again by Juliekat, this time by the steady chug-
chug sound of her trying to drain the gallon of milk.  Her throat and upper 
breast moved rhythymically as they carried a steady supply of milk to her 
belly, hidden behind her already huge breasts.
   Just as she finished the milk, and I kissed the milk mustache from her 
lips, we both plainly heard the loudest rumble yet from Juliekat's milk-
filled belly.  She and I looked at each other and said simultaneously, "Oh, 
boy..."


   Let's just say that wood, plaster, and all the traditional materials used to 
make a house don't make a very good bra, and leave it at that, shall we?




FIN