One Saturday Evening
Written by Neb the Destroyer
Edited by Undefinedbeing
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" What's that?"
asked Lynn, reclining on Casey's bed.
"I don't know,"
replied Casey, holding the indigo bottle closer, " I found
it in Grandma's house." Casey's grandmother had died
unexpectedly [well maybe not, she was getting pretty old] and so
Casey had to fly out to Indiana. Missing a week of high school
would have been fun if she hadn't had to clean her grandma's big
old house.
Lynn spoke up, "So are your parents still in
Indiana?" Casey was still kind of tired from jetlag,
"Yeah, they didn't want me to miss any more school."
"I'll bet you'll get a
shit-load of work come Monday," Lynn smiled at her
friend's misfortune. Giving her an icy stare, Casey returned
to the bottle.
Sitting on the bed beside Lynn, pulling out the
rubber stopper she retorted," Well I got it out of a box, the
odd thing is that it was in this dresser that was real
old."
Lynn in disbelief cried, "How old?"
Casey
shrugged her shoulders; "I got the feeling it was older than
when Grandma had been living there"
Leading her along to the
point Lynn asked, "So how did you find it?"
"It was buried under a bunch of dusty stuff," Casey
sniffing the liquid and reached out to her friend, "I think
nobody had seen the dress; its box was in that attic for
years." Lynn put the bottle to her lips and took a small
experimental sip. Casey looked expectantly on for an answer on
the result.
"It tastes kind of sweet," Lynn responded. Nearly a second later Lynn grabbed her chest and gave a sensual moan. Casey looked on in horror as Lynn's chest started to balloon out under her sweater.
Lynn started panting as her b-cups expanded. Sounds of ripping cloth could be heard in the room as Lynn's mammaries quickly grew past softball size, past bowling balls, stopping only when each reached about the size of... Casey quickly estimated that they were slightly larger than the big red field balls in grade school. For a second Lynn's clothes tried vainly to contain her girth.
Alas, her top exploded in a shower of blue sweater and white shirt; her grossly undersized bra fell away, hopelessly broken. Almost as an afterthought, Lynn's nipples expanded to match her hypertrophied bosom, areolas spreading like an overturned cup of water on a table. Catching her breath from the sudden explosion of breast, Lynn smiled wickedly at Casey. Hefting her mighty rack, Lynn whacked Casey off the bed. Casey was about ready to panic; this strange fluid had just turned her friend into a freak. Now she had been hit with what felt like a sack of wet cement. Looking up at her tormentor she saw a dark stain spreading from Lynn's crotch. As Lynn hopped off the bed to land beside her, her nips were oozing great beads of milk. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Lynn reached out and stuck the bottle's neck between Casey's lips. Gasping in surprise is not what she should have done. After nearly choking on the sweet fluid, Casey nearly swallowed half the bottle. Plucking the bottle from Casey's mouth, Lynn immediately downed the rest of the container. Working furiously, Lynn quickly pulled her pants down too and started to tug on her clit. Her breasts incredibly expanded even more, ballooning even bigger. While Lynn was working herself into a frenzy, Casey was having her own... oddities.
Casey felt heat rise in her rather remarkably small breasts, she had always felt wearing a bra was pointless. She couldn't think anything at all now though, her brain being wracked by intense orgasms. As her hands slithered down to help her pussy along, they were rudely knocked away as her mams surged out. "Ohh God," Casey cried, as the pleasure washed over her, as her own attributes swelled out to roughly match Lynn's own size. In an explosion of her own T-shirt, Casey's tits welled out into view. Like a garden hose, driven by the lusty sight of her friend's bosom, Lynn's pussy erupted, spraying cunt juice all over Casey's brand new tits!
Casey then started to knead the love-spunk into her titflesh. Tweaking her nipples, shooting streams of milk, intensifying her orgasms even more. "God damn," Casey gasped, " I need you right now!" Nodding hungrily, Lynn kneeled down and spread Casey's legs wide. Yanking the jeans down, Lynn became inflamed at the sight of Casey's swollen lips taut against the saturated fabric of her panties. The cloth gave way like wet tissue paper, as Lynn tore though it with her pinky finger, and Casey's cunt seemed to flow out of the rent as the fabric fell away. As a cat lapping up a saucer of milk, Lynn's tongue caressed Casey's hot love canal.
Casey groaned again, sending a wave of sweet cunt honey flowing into her deepest friend's mouth. All this excitement was making her hunger, hunger for Lynn's own sweet taste. Casey reached out and grabbed Lynn's legs, hoisting them around her head. Seeing the delectable treat, Casey slipped her tongue as far as she could up Lynn's wet hole. Lynn started to ride the tongue like a cock in her crazed lust, stopping her own muff dive and just painting to the rhythm. As she was just about to hit her climax, Lynn lifted her hindquarters off Casey's face. She couldn't stop the insurmountable force sliding down her and when she came, she deluged Casey's entire head in the water from her sex well.
Lynn drew deep breaths from her exertio, having to roll off her big titted lover as Casey sat up to wipe the cum from her face. Lynn put her back to the bed and Casey sat where she had fallen. They stared at each other; Lynn started to feel guilty at how she had grown and what she had done. Her eyes filled with tears, flowed down her face and off her chin. Each salty tear hit her taut bosom with a repetitive bump-bump-bump. Casey scooted over to comfort her friend/lover in her time of need. "What's the matter" she cooed softly, their breasts inadvertently knocking together. Lynn looked at her tearfully and broke down into great sobs. After some cajoling Lynn gave tearful reasons.
"Once I had that potion, I couldn't stop, Lynn sobbed," I wanted to have sex with you right there." Casey nodded for her to go on. "I did things that I never did before, wanted them too," she said drying her eyes, "and I probably..." Lynn couldn't finish the sentence; she degraded into another flood of tears.
Casey wrapped her arm around Lynn and gave her a hug. "No silly," Casey smiled caringly," I really like what we did" She gave a little kiss of forgiveness on her lips, with a quick dart of the tongue. Casey stood up and started to walk to her bathroom. Shedding her torn and sex soaked clothes on the way she said, " I'm going to take a shower." Sliding the door behind her, not all the way closed, Casey walked the two steps over and turned on the water. While waiting for the water to start running Casey looked herself over. Picking them up in great handfuls and bouncing them around, she felt her new massive hooters. Casey giggled for sheer joy; she had always wanted to have big breasts to attract the biggest studs. Now her dream had come true, though they were a bit too big for her to hide. "I hope there is an antidote," she ruminated," a little reduction would be good, maybe just down to a basketball or so." Viewing the semi-dried milk on her tit, along with all the other damp and sexed on spots that clung to her body, Casey craved the cleaning power of the hot water to make her whole again.
Stepping into the shower, Casey gasped in surprise; the water hitting her gigantic bosom was new and exciting. Working up a lather with the soap, Casey started to spread the lather all over her titanic rack. She could feel her great nipples come erect under her action, making her want to engage in a more engaging action; Casey couldn't help smiling as she heard the voice beside her.
"Need some help?"
Lynn said in a husky, seductive voice.
As ironically as she
could, Casey politely responded, "Oh please won't you join
me?" Both of them could barely fit in the shower stall.
Casey could feel the control knob press into her lower back, Lynn
reached over her head and took the shower head off the holder,
the silver hose gave ample room for movement. " I think you
need just a little help after all," Lynn called. Starting
with the nip she washed the showerhead over Casey's soaped up
breasts in a slow spiral. As Casey moaned in delight, Lynn moved
it down to her lower body. "Ohh yessss," she cried as
Lynn pushed the entire nozzle up her pussy. Casey tried to slip
her fingers around the hard plastic. She could feel the mixed
warm water and cunt honey slide out around the jammed shower
nozzle, but there wasn't any room for her reaching finger to fuck
herself. Lynn saw Casey's exposed clit as it was pushed out by
the white plastic and started to bat it around, back and forth
with her tongue. The orgasms were intense. Casey slid down to the
floor, and her head was swimming with pleasure. Lynn pulled out
the showerhead and replaced it with her own, simultaneously putting
the showerhead in her own pussy.
Both the girls continued, for Casey it felt like a pleasurable eternity, until the water ran cold. They had to haul each other out, because they were drained by their sexual activity. Barely being able to towel themselves off, they then staggered to Casey's warm, inviting bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
When Casey woke up alone she thought about what happened last night; it must have been a dream, she concluded. Hopping out of bed, Casey realized she was rudely mistaken, her big breasts overbalanced her and she toppled to the floor. Staring at wonder with her beauties, Casey decided this was boring and got up for some clothes.
Slipping on some panties, she felt the ache in her pussy. Pulling on old t-shirt, one that usually would have been baggy and comfortable on her now could barely fit. It was pulled as far as the shirt could go and her breasts stuck out under it like two great half-moons. Looking in her dresser mirror, she saw some of the dark circle of her areola slip out from under the hem. "Forget this," she muttered darkly. Casey was still not used to her massive attributes and they slammed into the door before she thought to open it. Muttering a trail of curses as she stepped down the stairs into the kitchen, Casey saw Lynn sitting at the table naked as the day she was born, eating a bowl of Chocolate-Coated Sugar Bombs.
Hungry, Casey got herself a bowl, sat down across from Lynn, and poured herself some of the cereal. Lynn stared blankly as Casey looked confused as she looked for the milk. Adding one more bad mark to the day she thought, Casey stood up and walked on over to the refrigerator. Looking, Casey still couldn't find the milk jug. Sitting back down, Casey didn't have time to speak before Lynn threw her hands up in despair at her ignorance and took Casey's bowl away from her.
Grabbing her nipples Lynn started to shoot steams of milk into the bowl, quickly filling it to level. Giving it a push, she set the bowl back in front of Casey. Staring into each other's eyes, after a long second it was mutually agreed. They launched at each other in a great sexual need, sweeping the dishware off the table, making a rising crash of ceramic on the floor. Casey wondered what effect the other bottles had.
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