Amazing Transformations

Part One: "THE WAY WE WERE"

The story you are about to read is true to the extent that it is broadly based on actual types of events and actual sorts of people we've all known. We hope you recognize their story. It should be a familiar one to many of us; a story of hopes and dreams, of prides and prejudices, a story that marks the seasons of our lives and our bodies, family dynamics, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, friends, neighbors, science, industry, fear, envy, avarice, greed... and of course desire.

Ever since Herodotus and Thucydides first invented this thing called History, in fact ever since the Bible chronicled exactly who begat whom, all Western things have proceeded and existed within the framework of time. Excuse the pun but, time really counts! Evolution depends on it. Progress requires it. And significantly for our purposes here, measurements, (without which there would be no physical sciences) are based on it.

The modern notions of "new" and "improved" which fan the flames of our consumer desires are themselves inventions of time. The Western mind ignores the clock at its own peril. It conceives its inmost life as a biological clock and the heart as that clock's ticker. The electronic instrument fastened to your wrist constitutes a concrete symbol of the Western time-bound mind. The word "watch" is commensurate with the words "awake" and "aware". We all agree that everything under God's Heaven moves through time. Time then carries on its conveyer belt all of creation, the planets, the stars, all the species, and each individual life. So when we look at anything, we see it "in time".

To alter how we perceive something requires falling in love. When we fall in love, the same becomes altogether different. And like love itself, a shift of sight can be redemptive - not in the religious sense of saving one's soul, but in a more visceral, down-to-earth sense. As at a redemption center, you get something back in exchange for what you had possibly considered worthless. The tiresome or seemingly foul symptoms of our everyday lives can therefore be revalued, their usefulness reclaimed or enlarged upon. Hopefully this tale will empower you in your pursuit of the revalued, the reclaimed and the enlarged.

    Dr. Denise Honeywell, phD CHAIRMAN, THE NATIONAL ENDOWMENT COMMITTEE, WASHINGTON D.C.

Introduction

  21 year old Jane Stanford was a smart and beautiful young woman who knew her mind. She was a senior at Ohio State University: English major, active in school administration and politics, physically fit; 5' 10" with gorgeous blue-green eyes and short spiky auburn hair that perfectly accented her feisty charming personality. Aside from her perky behind, her figure was a tad on the boyish side, but she dressed nicely and had a lovely face set off by a sharp upturned nose. Flat chested by anyone's standards, Jane owned only one brassiere, a skimpy 32" B which she seldom wore. She had nothing that really needed supporting and she for one was fine with that.

Jane's roommate was 19 year old Ashley Morgan, college junior, notorious campus tit queen. A sorority reject, Ashley's passable looks were pretty much tainted by bad teeth and rather spotty personal hygiene. Ashley was not particularly bright and was nowhere near being a 'magazine beauty'. But her other physical assets and a degree of skill with clothes and makeup made up for these flaws. She was very good at working with what god gave her. To Jane, Ashley was common run-of-the-mill air head trash. The kind of bubblegum chomping dolt who most other girls wanted nothing to do with. She was doted on constantly by practically every male horndog who crossed her bunny trail. The two were not friends. Ashley made occasional attempts to curry favor with Jane, trying to win her room mate's friendship, but Jane deflected and ducked these and would have nothing to do with her. They never ate together, didn't share groceries, never went out together or even spoke to each other any more than was absolutely necessary. Their living arrangement was one of convenience and financial necessity for Jane. With only two months to go before graduation and with a light schedule of only 3 days of classes per week, Jane now spent most of her time alone in the small apartment, studying and relaxing away from the bustle of the busy OSU campus which she was growing weary of after 4 long years. When she wasn't at home or in class she was at work at a small off-campus bookstore.

Ashley was in classes five days a week and never seemed at a loss for somewhere to go on any given night, whether it was parties or hanging out with the horde of dumb jocks who were constantly fawning over her and trying to get her into the sack (which for Ashley was never out of the question.) On principle alone Jane felt disgusted by her blonde bimbo roommate. She was very critical of Ashley Morgan's behavior and considered herself superior to her in every way that mattered. She rather enjoyed their arrangement though, preferring to 'keep the enemy near', observing her up close. Judging her. Ashley was a window into another world as far as Jane was concerned - grist for her own personal critical and analytical mills. She had their little two room place to herself most of the time. It was almost like having no roommate at all. Ashley used the apartment as a launch pad mostly, and her disheveled bedroom was not much more that a huge walk-in closet, piled high with clothes, shoes, dirty underwear, grimy neglected stuffed animals and half-used beauty products scattered all over.

Jane slept in the front room on Ashley's pink 1950's sleeper sofa.

Jane was proud of her own lithe body and thought Ashley's huge E cup tits were nothing short of obscene. No matter how modestly Ashley might try to dress on any given day and no matter how sweet she tried to be around Jane, all Jane ever saw in Ashley Morgan was a shallow oversexed dumb stereotype in a big overstuffed bra. As a daily witness to the comings and goings of Ashley Morgan, Jane could see the girl's future prominently studded with attentive men, their money and plenty of free time in which to spend it. This was the part that stuck in Jane's craw and it drove her nuts to think about it. Ashley just barely eked by gradewise and frequently used this as her excuse to solicit personal tutoring sessions from guys. But by and large she didn't care a lick about grades, so long as her professors passed her and she eventually got her degree. Ashley was more serious about enjoying the ride than she was about fretting over something as trivial as grades or god-forbid a 'career'.

Ashley didn't normally date guys steady but one day Jane noticed that she had started bringing one particular guy around the apartment rather often. 24 year old Bill Allen was a recent ex-grad who met Ashley through a mutual friend. Bill was now employed as an entry-level research chemist by Genomix Laboratories, a local pharmaceutical and genetic research firm. Bill was clearly hooked on Ashley from the get-go and he never showed up at their place without flowers or wine or some little token present for her. When Jane realized how intelligent and witty Bill was, compared to witless Ashley, she just knew what accounted for his infatuation. It wasn't a meeting of minds which held Bill's interest in her room mate... but it did have a lot to do with 'spheres of influence'. Hers! In his increasingly frequent visits to their apartment Jane grew to actually like Bill and it drove her crazy that a great guy like him would sacrifice brains and personality in favor of a pair of big boobs. She'd seen it happen too many times before. But Bill was different than the other guys Ashley attracted. Whenever she got the chance Jane loved to talk to Bill about anything and everything. She got a thrill out of impressing him with her own sharp wit, engaging him in interesting conversations that she knew were over Ashley's head, charming him with her feisty sarcastic sense of humor, often at Ashley's expense! Ashley didn't get Jane's sarcasm though and would never catch the jokes. Bill was careful about not joining in and would discourage Jane whenever she'd make fun. It made him feel uncomfortable when he 'got' the insults that he knew Ashley was oblivious to. Jane loved the fact that it made him uncomfortable, loved to force his suppressed laughter with her clever pokes at Ashley's clueless bubble.

Yet no matter how close they got, no matter how deep or meaningful or engaging their conversations grew, Bill was hooked on Ashley and would not be pried loose. Regardless of how beautiful or smart she might be, Jane was little more than 'the charming roommate' in Bill's eyes. Beaten out by a stuffed bra... this did exactly nothing to alter Jane's jaded cynical view of the world... of bimbos... and of men .

As the weeks passed and she grew more comfortable around him, Jane seriously criticized Bill for wasting his time with this girl who they both knew was little more than a walking talking party favor, not someone to build a meaningful day around, let alone a relationship! She eventually worked up the nerve to confront Bill and get right to the heart of the matter: boobs. She had no trouble getting him to plead guilty. She made him feel ashamed for his politically incorrect breast obsessed ways and plied him with her powers of reasoning. Jane was not overbearing though. She actually liked Bill a lot and had developed a big crush on the guy. She had no qualms whatsoever about being as fresh (or as bitchy) with her roommate's boyfriends as she damn well pleased - and Bill would certainly be no exception. Jane knew Ashley would never be faithful to just one guy anyhow, even a great guy like this one. So why should she even care all that much? Ashley didn't see any other woman as a threat to her anyway. But what irked Jane the most of all was that Ashley was simply too dimwitted to ever appreciate what a rare find Bill Allen was.

"That stupid girl deserves to lose him to a better woman, sooner or later..." Jane found herself thinking one day, "Why not ME?"

But wearing down Bill's defenses and distracting him from his obsession was no small matter. Jane's tactics ranged from gentle ribbings, to playful needling, to occasional fits of anger where she would let Bill know exactly how disappointed she was in him, if only to show him how much she really cared... about HIM.

    1984, Friday, 8:30pm

  When Bill arrived at their apartment to take Ashley out for the evening, Jane Allen was sitting curled up with her philosophy textbooks and Hegel's dense 'Philosophy Of History' which she was writing an essay on for her final independent study project in philosophy. She was deep in thought and three quarters the way through her 5000 word essay when Bill knocked at the door. She greeted him at the door in jeans and a t-shirt, wearing her eyeglasses and with a pencil in her teeth.

"Bill! What are you doing here? Come on in." She folded her 3 inch thick philosophy book shut and laid it on the telephone stand near the door.

"I'm here for Ashley, is she ready to go?" Bill asked politely. But once again, Ashley had stood him up, this time skipping out on him just to go hang out with a couple of Freshman football players who'd called earlier that evening. When Ashley stood Bill up that fateful night, Jane had him all to herself. The time was right for her to finally lay her cards on the table and make her intentions known.

"Bill, I've only known you a short while but I know you well enough... there's MORE to you... I mean... you need more from life than just a roll in the hay with a brainless body."

"Jane, there's more to Ashley than that... we really care about each other. I know she's not the smartest girl in the world, or even the prettiest, but I've got faults of my own you know..."

"Faults?? What faults? You don't have any faults that I can see. You're intelligent, good looking..."

"Oh, you're way too kind."

"...you're THOUGHTFUL... dammit, you deserve BETTER than her."

Jane put her a reassuring hand on Bill's knee as she sat next to him on Ashley's ratty pink '50s couch. Bill's eyes stared at the bedroom door where one of Ashley's huge white bras hung from the doorknob, dragging on the floor. Jane squeezed his knee to get his attention. His eyes drifted back at Jane's non-existent bosom then quickly darted up to her gorgeous eyes which sparkled behind her delicate wire frames.

"Bill, how can you sit by and defend her while you know she's out shaking her booty in some smelly bar for two pimple-faced jar heads? Can't you just picture them right now ogling her? ...punching each other in the arm while she leans over some beer-stained little pool table snapping her bubblegum, pretending to know how to shoot, knocking herself in the boob with the pool cue for their amusement." From this description Bill knew Jane had her room mate down. Jane WAS an awfully precise judge of people and read them like a book. She read HIM well enough too!

"You KNOW I'm not exaggerating either! Bill... you wanna know what Nietzsche said??"

Bill stared down at his lap and laughed politely.

Jane again squeezed his knee to catch his attention as she took a quote out of context, bending it adroitly to serve her own agenda, "Nietzsche said, 'A new pride my ego taught me, and this I teach men: no longer to bury one's head in the sand of heavenly things'."

"That's not completely fair Jane. Ashley's a sweet person... YOU know that." Bill would defend Ashley for perhaps the last time.

"Well, she didn't even have the courtesy to cancel her date with you. How sweet is THAT?"

"Wellll, smart girl, Nietzsche also said, 'Body am I entirely, and nothing else. And soul is only a word for something about the body. The body created the spirit as a hand for its will. Even in your folly and contempt, you despisers of the body, you serve yourself. I say unto you: Your self itself wants to die and turns away from life."

Jane was taken aback by Bill's knowledge of Thus Spake Zarathustra... and didn't quite get his meaning frankly. This in ITSELF impressed her! "Bill. You poor fool. The simple fact is; the dumb bitch screws around behind your BACK."

This was the sobering reality Bill didn't want to face but he realized it was time he did so. He looked down and placed his hand on top of Jane's and indicated she was absolutely right. Jane lifted her other hand to Bill's face and caressed his cheek.

"I would never treat you like that. If you were mine I would do whatever I could to keep you close."

Bill looked up into Jane's beautiful eyes. She reached her other hand up from his knee and held his face close to hers. She looked at his mouth and parted her lips tentatively. The two leaned in slowly and kissed for the first time.

"Oh Bill..."

"Jane......"

The hours flew by as the couple made out on Ashley's fuzzy pink sofa. Being a gentleman and a good friend to Jane, Bill didn't try to push things beyond first base that night. But his cock throbbed with excitement all the same. He was powerfully aroused to have beautiful intelligent Jane Stanford sit on his lap and explore his mouth with her quick tongue. With his arms wrapped around her he could feel she wasn't wearing a bra. It occurred to him that Jane was the first really flat chested girl he had ever been with. He stole a glance at a row of Ashley's bras hanging over the bathroom shower curtain. With eyes closed he kissed Jane and thought of that whore Ashley out in public without a bra... her unsupported tits bobbling freely inside the dirty white silk blouse that was her favorite 'tit shirt' as she liked to call it. He pictured her bad teeth, envisioned her biting her lip... moaning like a cheap porn star as she went down on a pimple-faced Freshman's tiny dick while another loser in tube socks and a backwards ball cap gave it to her from behind, gathering her frizzy yellow permed hair in his fist and pulling on it like a bridle. The images he conjured, while disgusting to him, were sexually compelling all the same. Then he looked up at Jane's thin frame... her smartly trimmed short auburn hair and sharp intelligent facial features... she was so beautiful and graceful and really did put gamey Ashley to shame. He felt a clean fresh rush of adrenaline. He felt brand new. There was something different about Jane... maybe it was the stark contrast between her cool intellect and the passionate kisses she was showering him with. As Jane sat on his lap she kissed his mouth and nibbled on an earlobe. She could feel Bill's stiff cock through his jeans as it swelled in answer to the passion they were building. She wanted badly to reach down and touch it but she thought better of it. Instead she slowly and subtly dry humped him. Even through two thick layers of denim Jane could feel Bill's member continue to grow harder... and larger. In no time her panties were soaked with her own juices as she grinded softly and pictured herself married to Bill... picturing their wedding day... picturing their future house...

Before they knew it 3am had rolled around and Ashley had still not returned home.

Jane fell in love that night.

Bill was surprised to discover he how excited he was to finally get intimate with his good friend. He felt no remorse in dumping Ashley and Jane was so proud of him - and proud of herself for winning him over. She would show him the light. It all felt so right. She felt so vindicated, to finally win out over that cheap floozie's rack. For Bill's part he was eager to please Jane and would find himself motivated to demonstrate his eagerness every chance he got. Something came over him. In the days that followed he worked and worked to win his place in her heart and Jane was thrilled to let him pursue her the way she had watched him and a dozens of other men pursue Ashley Morgan that year.

As days passed, turning into weeks, Bill's conscience continued to nag him though, long after his tawdry involvement with Ashley faded into memory. Jane had conditioned him well in this regard. As Bill's feelings for Jane intensified so did the need he felt to prove himself to her... and to prove to himself that he was not just another typical male pig... that the size of a woman's breasts do not matter in the grand scheme of things and that, as Jane had so often accused all men of being, HE for one was NOT a slave to his dick!

For this reason the two managed NOT to have sex together for quite some time.

Not for many months in fact.

Jane was happy to let Bill court her and romance her like a proper old fashioned couple. Out of his deeply felt respect for her Bill was determined not to push things with Jane. Their loveplay would be relegated to kissing and light petting until Jane gave some signal that it was ok to go further. It was not a deliberate decision on the couple's part. It was just the way things went. He was falling in love with her, falling hard, for months he fell into love's sweet abyss.

And the more he tried to please her and do for her, the more they both enjoyed it.

    1985, Wednesday, 10:25pm

  On a cold Winter evening a small Honda Civic made its way through the slushy city streets of Columbus, Ohio. Bill Allen and Jane Stanford were returning home to her current place, her first studio apartment since graduating OSU and moving off campus. They had just attended a lecture by John Blackwell, rogue MIT professor and Washington insider whose books always preached the pitfalls of science and industry. In the past he'd spoken out against automation displacing workers, about human energy consumption and waste management, the ozone. But tonight his hot gospel warned of the perils of genetic engineering. The lecture was the topic of conversation all week in the halls of Genomix. Blackwell was a fly in the ointment of the pharmaceutical industry, public enemy #1, and the scuttlebutt around the office was that upper management had tried to prevent the lecture from happening at all. Naturally Bill just HAD to check it out and he took Jane with him. As the two drove home they passionately discussed the finer points of Blackwell's lecture. Jane loved this type of thing, any kind of important issue that could inspire a stimulating intellectual debate between her and her man got her as aroused as anything. Bill knew it, too! And no matter what his view was, on any given issue, Jane was adept at assuming the opposite stance and arguing her point toe to to with him. Tonight was no exception. Bill argued in defense of genetic engineering and the beneficial prospects of gene therapy while Jane rained down on him with all the devastating implications for nature, compromised diversity, perfect-looking though flavorless engineered produce, the spectre of eugenics, etc.

As Bill parked his car in front of her apartment Jane rattled on zealously, gesturing with her hands, shaking her stringy pixie-cut red hair around with every jerk of her head as she tried to prolong the discussion. Bill turned the engine off and let her get the last word, as he always did.

"Ok Jane. You've convinced me. I'll quit my job tonight and you and I will blow up the lab in the morning."

Jane stopped talking. The two looked at each other smiling... then Jane burst into laughter as she leaned over and kissed Bill on the mouth, rubbing his thigh with her hand while she indulged in what was for her a rare public display of affection. "Are you ready to come up? I have a surprise for you." She said coyly and she pulled her long bangs behind her ears and raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Bill turned off the headlights and unbuckled his seat belt, answering dryly, "... a SURPISE, huh..."

"Come on little man, let's go upstairs." Jane pulled his car key out of its slot and slipped it in her hip pocket as she got out and scampered up the apartment steps with Bill chasing after her, staring at her shapely hips and ass as they bounded up the stairs to her studio apartment.

Inside the little apartment Bill as always helped Jane off with her coat like a gentlemen. Back in the comfort of her own place, his girlfriend kicked off her shoes and stretched her legs.

"Those seats at the auditorium were so cramped... my back is killing me."

"A little gene therapy would clear that right up for you." Bill joked.

"Very funny, wise guy."

"So, what's this surprise you've got for me?"

"Well, I have two surprises actually."

Jane shoved a pile of books onto the floor so her and Bill would have some place to sit down. The couple plopped down on her futon. Jane folded her thin legs into the lotus position and stretched her arms high over her head and inhaled deeply. Bill eyed his girlfriend's rib cage and thought she looked like she'd lost a little bit of weight. Her chest looked just like a wash board. Only the slight nubs of her perky nipples showed through her tight-fitting low cut striped t-shirt. In the past few months, in all the excitement of falling in love, Jane HAD lost weight, about 15 pounds. It showed in her face too and she felt more beautiful than ever in her life. Her little B cup breasts though had melted away completely. Neither of them noticed the difference really, not even Bill. She'd reverted to wearing no bra at all most of the time. She did buy a tiny A cup sports bra to wear with certain loose blouses, just to cover herself.

He waited for the big surprise while he watched Jane compose herself, stretching her arms out in front of her, to her sides, behind her.

"Well... first of all... how long have we been seeing each other now?"

"Nine months."

"And how long has it been since you and I had intercourse??"

"Well, that would be NEVER if memory serves me correctly. What are you getting at? Are you going to tell me you found a way to get pregnant without having sex with me?"

"On January first I started taking THE PILL... today is the first day that it's safe to... you know... to DO it... soooo......"

Jane smiled a naughty smile and leaned back on one bony arm, biting her pinky fingernail as she sat coyly waiting for Bill's response to her bombshell.

Concealing his flush of excitement and relief at this news, Bill managed a dry witty response, "Soooo... WHAT?"

After all these months of celibacy and waiting patiently while he and her fell deeper and deeper in love, Bill's comeback was a welcome bit of unflinching humor to Jane. She just smiled confidently at him. He had completely proven himself. After nine months of bliss together, and no sex, Jane knew it was love, she knew she'd stolen his heart and was ready at last to reward him AND herself. She was ready to sleep with him.

"Soooo.... I'm gonna SHOW you what, mister..."

She rose up and slid both hands up Bill's thighs, up to his waist where she lightly rotated her thumbs on his crotch, pulling him closer and plunging her tongue into his mouth. Bill felt his cock surge inside his cotton khakis while Jane kissed him as passionately and as powerfully as she did their first time, the night Ashley stood him up nine months ago.

Bill showered Jane's neck with kisses as he pulled the scoop neck of her t-shirt down over two supple shoulders which he proceeded to softly kiss. Jane cupped Bill's bulging crotch with one hand and massaged. Squeezing the huge bulge in her hands she felt it throb and grow. Bill shifted in his seat, trying to accommodate the uncomfortable erection forming in his pants.

"But let's take it slow, okay? I know you're ready and so am I but we've waited this long, let's not rush it." Jane said softly as she continued to rub her hands over her boyfriend's bulge.

"So, what's the other surprise then?"

"Well, I was going to wait until later for that..."

"Why later? What's the big surprise?"

"Well, I know how tired you must be from waiting... for me... for this... I'm tired of waiting too..."

"Yeah, so?"

Jane looked around her tiny apartment and drew up her nerve, "So do you want to move in together?"

Just like that. She made the first move... at every juncture in their relationship Jane had made the first move. This neither surprised nor really even bothered Bill. "Yes. I do want to move in together Jane. In fact....."

He paused as Jane looked into his eyes which stared back at her unblinking. Bill would make the next and all-time definitive move in the relationship. He waited...... while Jane waited for his next word... and he waited... and he waited some more, not blinking, staring Jane down until she bowed her head and licked her lips. Her loose bangs which were pulled behind her ears fell down in her face. She raised her eyes slowly up, expectantly, waiting for Bill to speak.

"...I want you to marry me. As soon as possible." he said.

Jane's heart leapt up into her throat and her mouth flew open with surprise. Her Mister Right had just proposed marriage to her... and without even having slept with her yet!

"Oh, BILL... Yes, I'll marry you! Whenever and wherever you want!" She exclaimed as she threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his.

Bill's heart pounded in his chest as she kissed him. She ran her fingers roughly through his hair as she drove her tongue down his throat. Bill reached around and squeezed Jane's butt and she stuck it out, inviting him to continue as she started to rock on his package. Bill reached over to turn out the light as Jane peeled her striped t-shirt off in one quick motion and flopped back onto the futon, looking up at him with puppydog eyes, heaving with anticipation.

Bill unfastened his trouser button while Jane reached up to slowly peal open his zipper fly.

She pulled down the zipper excruciatingly slow, parting its tiny rows of metal teeth one by one, intent on building more and more anticipation in sex-starved Bill... carefully... teasingly... like she was defusing a bomb. Jane's eyes opened wide as Bill's tighty whiteys quickly surged forth, swelling abruptly out of his pants at the first opportunity. When his zipper was pulled all the way down Bill's stiff cock unfolded before her eyes. It was rubbery and wholly as thick as her skinny forearm... it escaped the confines of his waistband, rising straight up until it came to above his belly button! Jane gasped at the sight of his throbbing 10" long club. She placed a delicate hand to this magnificent specimen, carefully wrapping five dainty fingers around its shaft. It was covered with thick pulsing purple veins. It was like nothing she'd ever felt or even dreamed of. She couldn't reach her fingers all the way around its 7" circumference so she reached out a second hand, placing it directly above the first and in that position she lightly held her new fiance's bat in her grip for the first time ever, feeling the blood pulse through it as it silently pounded in time to Bill's beating heart. Neither one of them spoke as she stared transfixed at the sight of it. She'd suspected Bill had a nice dick but Jane Stanford had no way of knowing and never expected or imagined anything like this. As she held it aloft in front of her she lightly caressed his cock, tracing her fingers up and down its length, tracing little circling motions on its huge head in the half light of her darkened room. She licked her lips and her own heart pounded loud and hard in her chest as she carefully touched the slit at the tip of the massive appendage. She felt a rush through her own twitching crotch as she probed Bill's fleshy slit. Squeezing cautiously with her other hand at the base of his cock Jane gasped when teaspoons of warm precum issued forth, pouring down the back of her hands.

What Bill Allen didn't know was that this was the first cock Jane Stanford had ever seen or touched. In her life! Jane was too ashamed to admit it... to anyone... but at 20 years old, after four years of high school and 4 more years of an active college social life she'd managed to remained a virgin. It was nothing she planned really. Things just worked out that way for one reason or another. She wasn't particularly ashamed of this, but at the same time, she wasn't in the habit of freely admitting it to people either. She could feel moisture leaking from her pussy and down the crack of her ass, soaking her panties. In that brief moment of truth Jane's mind raced. She wondered now if that thing would ever fit inside her... the thought of it was compelling, even terrifying to her. She felt capable and in command in every other aspect of her life, but in bed she was an absolute beginner and had serious cause for concern. Her confidence shaken, her pussy throbbing, Jane's desire was now at odds with her nerve. She pondered the thick piece of manmeat she held aloft before her. It was as large as a tall aerosol can. The sight of its grotesque roping veins and the glistening streams of semen covering her hands was obscene and arousing and filled Jane with a kind of fear and self-doubt she was completely unprepared for. She glanced down at her bony ribs and her two hard nipples shriveled up like two tiny raisins... suddenly she didn't even feel like a woman. She closed her eyes to a graphic image Bill's cock, close up, inches from her face, pumping up and down inside Ashley's deep cleavage. It made her feel like a little girl... worse even than that... she felt like a little boy. Opening her eyes to blot out the vision, Jane's heart sank at the sight of her own sunken chest. Still holding Bill's cock, doubting whether she was worthy to even try to satisfy this massive horse of a man, her hands began to shake. She couldn't get Ashley out of her mind as she tortured herself with visions of Bill loudly sucking her tits, fucking her tits, massaging her tits, pumping her in the ass with his long thick hose while Ashley giggled and panted, her frizzy platinum blonde hair covering her ugly face, pendulous hooters dangling down, swaying beneath her, brushing against the bedsheets. She pictured Bill naked with his head tossed back, deliriously happy, grinning from ear to ear with Ashley impaled on his cock grinding obscenely away as she brushed her long nipples across his lips and smothered him, mashing her boobs into his face repeatedly while he begged for more.

"Bill....... I don't know how to tell you this" Jane mustered up all her strength and courage, semen-coated hands shaking as she still held his cock in the air, afraid to put it down.

"It's so embarrassing."

Bill released her hands from his cock and laid down on the futon next to her while Jane sat herself upright and curled her shoulders forward to hide her non-existent chest, talking into her lap with her head hung low.

"What?? What's so embarrassing." Bill asked with concern.

"I don't know...... I'm... it's just... I'm...a...... I'm just afraid I guess."

"What do you mean? I thought you were ready. I thought this was what you wanted." He caressed Jane's budding nipples gently with a curled up index finger, patiently waiting for Jane to explain herself in her own way. His dick softened and laid down limp on the bed next to him.

"Bill.... I'm still a virgin... I've never had intercourse with a man before."

Bill's heart melted as he sat up put an arm around his plucky fiance. He'd never seen Jane like this... afraid... vulnerable. He stroked her head, reassuring her that he didn't care... that he'd be extra gentle... that there was nothing to worry about. His cock stiffened again and his 10" erection returned in full as he pondered the fact that his future wife was a virgin... somehow it made him proud... and excited him... made him love her all the more. But beneath these warm feelings was an undercurrent of baser desires and animalistic intentions rising up and seizing him as he realized he was about to pop her cherry... conquering virgin territory for his own and taking her for his wife. He looked down sizing up Jane's beautiful round ass and nicely flared hips, trying to convince himself that despite her fears she'd be able to take him with no more difficulty than any other woman he had experienced.

He kissed her on the mouth and coaxed her to lie back and rest her head against the pillows.

"Sweetheart... lay back... don't worry about anything. You'll do fine."

Jane felt reassured and did what he told her and tried to relax as she trusted him to be gentle. Bill pulled off her panties and tossed them on the floor, feeling how drenched they were. Probing her lips with his middle finger Bill inserted his digit easily into her slick slippery hole. Then he inserted a second finger, looking up at Jane to check her reaction. Jane bit her lip and said nothing to stop him as he tried to wedge a third finger into her pussy. Jane winced slightly as he tried to drive three fingers into her.

"Do you know if your hymen is broken or not?"

"I don't think it is, no... it hurts for me to use tampons..."

Bill pulled out his hand and positioned himself between her legs. Stroking his cock with the juice from his new lover's cunt he rubbed his engorged penis head against the outside of Jane's snatch, massaging her swollen clit and causing her to slowly gyrate her hips.

"Does that feel good?" Bill asked patiently.

Jane bit her lip and smiled, nodding her head enthusiastically.

"You know, it may hurt at first... until that membrane is broken. But hopefully it won't be too bad."

Jane bit her lip and smiled, nodding her head enthusiastically.

Bill again reached in with his hands. Jane spread her legs wide and pumped her hips allowing Bill's three fingers to slip in easily. He masturbated her like this for a few moments, loosening her up, slipping in a fourth finger, then the tip of his thumb. But still he could feel his fingers meet with resistance inside, only plunging in half way until they hit a wall. Jane's engorged pussy swelled, opening wider as she maneuvered to admit Bill's expert hand. She felt encouraged that he was nearly able to get his whole hand into her opening and it felt great. So far.

"I'm going to try to slip it in if you're ready..."

Jane bit her lip and smiled, nodding her head enthusiastically.

Bill spread Jane's legs wide apart as he sank the head of his cock into her cunt. The smooth head pressed forward, parting her lips easily, filling Jane's shallow orifice with its bulbous mass. He stopped there.

"Does that feel ok?"

Jane bit her lip and smiled, nodding her head enthusiastically.

He gently pumped, carefully pulling the huge head of his cock in and out of her cunt while she lay there writhing, clearly relishing the wonderful feeling of Bill's knob pushing in and out of her, stretching her open. After a few minutes of this Jane seemed to be getting into the act, gyrating her hips, clenching her butt cheeks together, raising up to tentatively meet Bill's little restrained thrusts. Feeling a bit more daring and randy she made a gutsy move, reaching around to grab her lover's ass and guide him in deeper.

"Do you want to do this?? Maybe you should guide me a little bit too." Bill suggested.

Jane bit her lip and closed her eyes and concentrated as she pulled Bill into her slowly, millimeters at a time, occasionally wincing in pain, pausing... then again pulling him in a bit further. Bill could feel Jane's pussy muscles flex in ripples around the head of his cock as she tried to admit more and more of it into her.

"Go slow... we're in no hurry here."

Jane was feeling even more daring now as she ignored his admonitions, pumping Bill in and out of her twat, which was now accepting a little over 4" but still bumping painfully against her hymen wall. She'd pull him in with gentle force and push painfully against the membrane, hold it there for a moment, then pump that same 4" in and out, attempting to break through.

But to no avail.

"Maybe you should stop for awhile and take a break?"

Jane's body heaved with anticipation. She stared into her lovers eyes, hands holding tightly onto his hips.

"I love you."

And with that she lifted her ass up off the bed, arched her back and with all her strength she pulled Bill inside her with one forceful pull, breaking through her hymen in one painful stroke sending Bill's giant cock plunging deep into her pussy as she let out a loud shriek.

"Aaaaaaa... ahhh... ahhhhh, oOWWWW!!!!.... oh GOD!!!!"

Bill's cock hit bottom and Jane clenched her pussy tight around his shaft, holding him fast there while she gritted her teeth trying to bare the terrible pain. Bill looked down between her legs. A little more than 4 inches of his member was still exposed. She'd inserted just over half of him into her pussy before hitting bottom. He saw a tiny bit of blood trickle down the insides of Jane's thighs as she relaxed her muscles and released him from her grip. He let his dick slide slowly out of her soaking wet bloody pussy. Jane felt like she was expelling a huge cucumber from her snatch as she felt the mass of Bill's organ slip out and felt the walls of her unoccupied chamber close together again. Bill stopped her from expelling the head of cock though which he held in place while he bent over and nibbled on her nipples. Jane felt a zing of electricity shoot from her nipples as Bill sucked on them and bit down on them lightly. Visions of Ashley's jugs were banished from her mind now as she drank in the delicious sensation of Bill's mouth on her flat chest administering a forceful suction that tugged at her nipples. She looked down and watched him suck, her feelings of inadequacy melting away.

"Do you like my nipples?"

Bill raised up and kissed her on the mouth. "I love your nipples."

She looked down as he flicked her buds with his tongue and sucked them mercilessly... they were erect and tingling now and were swollen like two dark pinky fingertips standing out from her flat chest. It was like nothing she expected. She was surprised that her nipples could swell so much.

The two smiled at each other as Bill pressed closer with his hips, slowly guiding his six inches of cock back into Jane's cunt.

Jane was ready to get it on. She let out a loud moan and again grabbed his ass, sinking her long fingernails into his firm buttocks while he pumped her in a slow careful rhythm.

"Oh GOD Bill... you feel so incredible. So huge. You fill me up.... keep pumping me... fuck me Bill."

Blissfully unaware that there was still almost another 3" of Bill's length yet to go, Jane was now feeling quite the accomplished lover. Even if she was lacking upstairs, at least her vagina was adequately made to handle this hugely hung horse of a man who only moments ago she was half afraid of. It felt wonderfully nasty, to think of her future husband being so well endowed, to think that she'd have him all to herself, his gigantic dick would forever be their special bedroom secret. She started to think of it as a beloved pet of hers that she was determined to tame... even if it took a lifetime of 'training'. As Bill continued to pump half of his cock in and out of her, Jane embraced the notion that he was hers, all hers... and that indeed she WAS woman enough to take it! She smiled to herself and picked up the pace, raising up to meet his downthrusts, encouraging him with her hips. She felt horny as hell and a little bit slutty lifting her ass up off the bed trying to pound him. Bill continued to use restraint but Jane was pumping harder and faster and was begging for it... begging for more. What she didn't realize was that there WAS more... quite a bit more. In her mind Bill's entire 10" club was stroking long and hard all the way in and all the way out of her as the two lovers humped away.

"Fuck me Bill. I'm all yours. Fuck me hard... it doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt at all." She pleaded, ignoring the pain through closed eyes as if she were out to prove herself, her hands still clutching his ass.

Bill started to pump progressively harder and harder.

Jane was on the wild ride of her life. Bill's incredible strength and size and stamina took her breath away as he poured it on now, taking her to the next level.

Ignoring the soreness and the pain she felt each time Bill banged at the back of her womb Jane gave herself over to him completely.

"Yess... ohHH...oww.... oh yess... fuck me... FUCK me... come on... keep it up... keep it up... harder..."

Again Bill shifted into a higher gear, ramming faster, with greater force. Jane's pussy was aflame, tingling with pleasure and pain, engorged and swollen, growing slightly looser so he thought.

"God Bill... OW!!... oh, God... OWW!!!!... oh... oh... oh.... God, MORE BILL... morrre... it feels so incredi..."

The sound of Jane's foolish dirty talk was driving him out of his mind. Bill pulled out the stops and came down hard - with all the weight and force his 6' 2" frame could summon - in a sweeping downward arch of his hips, plunging 10" deep into Jane's virginal chamber, plunging downward then lifting her whole body off the bed into the air.

Jane let out an agonizing cry. "Jesus Bill! You're hur...rrrrting meeee.... Oh GOD!! OH BILL.... Jesus.... uhhhhhh...."

Bill kept ramming away with all his strength, on his way to a powerful orgasm. His pelvis rammed repeatedly between Jane's legs which bounced in the air, his huge balls slapped against her ass cheeks. He was giving her entire frame jolt after violent jolt that shook her and made her clutch the bed to slow him down. But he wasn't about to stop. His powerful 195 lb. body banged way like a great machine, pulverizing the young woman who stood in its way.

"Bill! Stop.... Stop it Bill....oHHHHH GOD..... I can't take anymore... you're hurting me Bill..... please, oHHHHH GOD.....STOP! PLEASE! BILLLLL!!!!!!"

Through her pain Jane's orgasm announced itself, shattering her system with a tsunami of pleasure that racked her mind and body, causing her to go numb and black out while Bill continued to fuck her, his eyes clenched tightly closed, unaware that she'd fainted.

"Oh Jane... I'm coming.. I'm coming...I'm UGHGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Bill pumped her limp body like a life-sized rag doll, erupting inside her like a white hot volcano.

Spent and exhausted Bill fell down along side Jane's semi-conscious limp body. She lay there on her back, staring into space, panting with eyes closed and aching legs spread, her cunt dripping blood and teacups of semen all over the ruined sheets.

Soon enough the two were sound asleep dreaming new dreams.

      1985, Thursday, 7:09am

  Bill opened his eyes and looked down fondly at his usual morning wood laying on his stomach staring up at him, waiting for him wake up. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and squinted at the sun streaming through the windows. His fiance was still asleep. In the exact position he left her last night, legs spread slightly, bruised and swollen pussy exposed to the cool air in the room. He smiled, remembering their intense love-making session of the night before as he reached down automatically to begin quietly stroking his erection while she slept away. Up and down he stroked, remembering how Jane's nipples reacted when he sucked on them last night, how they stood out so long and hard from her flat chest. As he masturbated his sensitive member he imagined her nipples hardening, growing longer, like two swollen thumbs trembling for him to suck them. As he pictured himself sucking her long nipples and fucking her, the image in his mind morphed. Jane's nipples grew puffy and soft. Their areolas darkened and grew wider. As he sucked and chewed on her soft pliable nipples, two slight mounds of flesh formed behind them, pushing them up and out from her chest, swelling in his hands as he squeezed them. Bill tugged hard on his stiff cock, picturing Jane's silky auburn hair growing thicker, cascading down over her shoulders as her tits slowly swelled, filling his palms. As He jerked himself to orgasm he visualized Jane underneath him, her small soft mounds surged forward transforming into Ashley's hooters. He plied his cock between her soft cleavage. The image tripped all of Bill's pleasure centers at once and he came to the accompaniment of that delicious image, shooting a warm spurt of cum across his chest and neck, first one spurt then another. One splatted on the bed between he and Jane, the last one leapt up and hit him in the cheek.

He rose up out of bed and padded off to Jane's bathroom to clean up and pee and brush his teeth.

When he came back Jane was laying on her side with her face to the wall, legs together with both hands tucked between them.

"Are you awake?" Bill was anxious to hear if Jane was alright after the beating she took the night previous.

"Jane?"

He pulled on her shoulder to turn her over but Jane resisted.

"Are you alright??"

"Yeah."

"Hey, what's wrong? Turn over and look at me."

Jane rolled over carefully, wincing in pain. Her pussy was incredibly sore. A sullen weary expression was written on her face.

"Talk to me. What's the matter?"

Jane looked at Bill's dangling meat in the light of day and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Are you sore this morning?" he asked.

Sore was putting it far too mildly. An insult to what Jane was feeling this morning. She felt like she needed a hospital. Her first ever sexual experience was a mind-shattering and traumatic one from which she desperately hoped to recover. But right now she was facing the cold reality of the morning after, trying to muster words through the shooting pain that radiated from her crotch.

"Yes. It's 'sore'."

"Is it bad??"

Jane just stared past Bill. At a loss for words.

"Here let me see it." Bill motioned for her to part her legs so he could see her pussy, but Jane resisted.

"No, don't... It's too sore." she spoke in short halting sentences.

"Well at least let me take a look at it, won't you?" He put his hand on her knee and Jane jerked it away.

"I said NO! It hurts! It hurts like hell!!"

Bill had been through this before with other women who tried to prove themselves on his giant cock... but never before with a virgin... never with someone he loved so deeply and certainly never with his fiance and future wife. Bill remained quiet and just put an arm around Jane and tried to hold her. Jane kicked at the soaking wet bloody sheets, pushing them off the bed and onto the floor. Underneath the dirty sheets her futon was soaked through too and would need to be replaced. Bill held his love close while she remained speechless and rigid in his embrace. He'd let her speak next before he attempted to smooth anything over.

They laid there for more than an hour before Jane spoke again.

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I doooo... you KNOW I do... I want to MARRY you..."

Again there was a long silence. Jane was angry, hurting and confused. How could this man who was so sweet and tender in every way... how could he treat her so savagely? Why? Why was his dick so fucking huge? It wasn't natural. Her naive thoughts from the night before, about proudly coveting her man's rare and massive organ, suddenly held a lessened, or shall we say 'different' appeal for Jane. In her agony and pain she didn't feel sexy, didn't feel like 'more of a woman'. She stared at Bill's flaccid cock laying limp against his thigh. She reached for it, wanting to hurt it. Bill's mind thought unsexy thoughts now, but as her fingers wrapped around his soft penis it just filled with blood on command, quickly pushing her fingers apart and extending across the bed until it touched her stomach. The thought of Bill leaving her now, or ever, the thought of him taking his dick elsewhere in search of a more capable, more accommodating woman was unbearable to Jane. That fear of humiliation and defeat tormented her. It was her greatest fear in the world suddenly. She vowed not to give in to her anger and suppressed the pain she was feeling throughout her body. Still though, as she held Bill's throbbing menace in her small hand she wanted to strangle it, to hurt it the way it had hurt her. She squeezed it tightly at the base, pinching off the blood flow. Bill enjoyed the feeling, like a cock ring clamped around his shaft Jane's good hand held fast . She tightened her grip with all her might hoping Bill might at least wince in pain. But he just closed his eyes and lay still while she had her way with him. Jane choked Bill's huge gauntlet while it turned purple, its veins bulging grotesquely like they were about to burst. She looked at the head of his cock spellbound as it swelled up large as a small apple, its slit opening wide like a tiny mouth crying out to her. Still she held it tight, her hand shaking as her grip grew weaker but she would not release it. Bill's cock just swelled larger before her eye's and became more threatening looking, growing incredibly to almost 12" and as hard as rock .

Bill reached a hand down to hers and she surrendered her grip, failing to injure the mighty beast, managing only to arouse it further. He kissed her on top of the head like a babe and calmed her.

"I love you so much Jane. So much..." He stroked her beautiful hair reassuringly, "Do you still love me?"

Jane didn't wait long to answer, "Yes. Of course I do."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

"Yes."

"Whenever and wherever I want???" he quoted her exact words from the night before.

It sounded vaguely like a dare. An occasion for her to rise to.

"Yes, anytime anywhere." She smiled and lay her head down on him hugging him around the waist. Bill's log still lay across his leg, throbbing to the beat of his heart which she could hear through his toned pectoral muscles. She had conquered his heart easily enough. Now, she thought to herself - as her raw pussy throbbed painfully- she'd have the rest of her life to conquer his manhood, to break that horse, tame it into submission, domesticate it. The thought of that challenge stirred a fire in her belly that would burn for many years to come.

"Are you going to go to work today?" Jane asked with a smile as she scooted down and placed Bill's cock head up against her sternum.

"I have to... do you have to work at the bookstore tonight?" Bill answered as he clenched his butt muscles, making his dick throb against his fiance.

"I'll probably call in sick. I'm sure someone would want my hours. I'm taking the day off." With a graceful pass of her hand she pushed Bill's insistent cock to the side, shunning him, and trotted off to the bathroom.

Bill called out to her as she exited the room and closed the door behind her, "Maybe you can check the paper for rentals then... we should start looking this weekend, don't you think?"

"Maybe!"

      1987, Monday, 9:15am

  Jane Allen rolled over and shut off her alarm clock. Time to get up.

She felt tired and bloated still from the huge meal that her mother had cooked for her and Bill the day before. She smoothed her hands over her stomach and let out a sigh. Bill was up and off to work already. Since graduating college and getting married and quitting her job at the book store, Jane's annoying mother had insinuated herself into her life way more than was welcome or asked for. The fifty year old widow Mary Stanford always was the smothering type of mother, a busy body and not one of Jane's personal role models in life. With her daughter married to a handsome sweet man with a decent job in the medical industry and living in her first rented home Mary Stanford was brimming over with pride over her lovely daughter. She loved nothing more than to have the couple visit her house, to cook for them, whatever, whenever. Often she'd come by uninvited to Bill and Jane's house with pies and casseroles. Jane was like a sitting duck in that house and tried to avoid her pestering invasive mother as much as possible.

With no job to go to these days and plenty of food around Jane had long since gained back that 15 pounds she'd lost during her and Bill's go-go courtship. Her days were pretty much full of nothing now. At first she enjoyed the lazy domestic life. After years of working and going to school, struggling to get by, it was a great luxury to have all her time free to do whatever she wanted. And with Bill's salary at the lab, there was no pressing need for her to go out and find a job. Besides, another job in retail was out of the question for her at this point. If she was going to go to back to work it would be the on her terms which meant "the right job", something commensurate with her skills; "...copywriter, assistant editor, something along those lines." But the good life was making it hard to go out and beat the pavement too vigorously. It was far too easy these days for Jane to idle away and consider her options. She tried to exercise, tried jogging around their neighborhood, tried bicycling... she even enrolled at a health club near the mall. But Jane was not the exercise type and never stuck with anything long enough to do any good. The only workout she got on any regular basis was her love-making sessions with Bill, and those were happening at ever more infrequent intervals, mostly on account of her. Bill's huge dick never seemed to get any easier for her to take although she made the occasional valiant effort, doing her 'wifely duty' as she saw it, which she would invariably pay dearly for the next day. Increasingly Jane would try to keep Bill satisfied with a hand job... if she could get by with it. Bill never complained about the quality or quantity of their sex and seemed happy to take what he could get and as time wore on Jane seemed to do as little as she had to to keep her man satisfied.

Jane always enjoyed books. It was her love of reading, not writing, that made her choose English Literature as her major and was what made working at the bookstore bearable for three long years. Now for the first time in her life she had entire days free to read for pleasure, so this occupied a great deal of her time. Her reading list usually consisted of classics as well as all the best contemporary authors of fiction but once in awhile she'd read a book that Bill would recommend, usually having to do with some new wonder medication or genetic engineering, which were both his province down at Genomix. Jane loved anything that would stimulate her mind and imagination. In time though she was surprised to find herself indulging a new guilty pleasure; Jane Allen had acquired quite a sweet tooth for trashy romance novels. With their hilarious cliche embossed foil covers depicting steroidal dream studs and buxom damsels in distress, Jane considered these books a form of comic sub-literature, quite beneath her standards. But she'd readily admit that they WERE stimulating, in a calculated way. She'd pick one up at the grocery store every other week or so, always tossing them into the garbage when she was finished.

One by one Jane's college friends had moved away from Columbus. The residential neighborhood which she now lived in was mostly populated with families, none of which she'd yet made much of an effort to get to know. Next door lived a young married couple with a newborn baby daughter who Jane frequently 'observed' from her own living room. In the summer, through open windows, it was all too easy to listen in on the comings and goings of the Conyers family. The couple fought a lot and Jane suspected the brutish husband of beating his wife, an attractive and shapely girl who appeared to be not long out of high school, maybe 20 years old. She always appeared to Jane to be preoccupied, worried, forever in a hurry either to get home or in a hurry to get out of the house. She always had her beautiful baby girl perched on her hip though and clearly cared deeply for her. Frequently Jane would overhear the couple battling it out. The most common arguments seemed to revolve around her husband's insane jealous streak. Whether it was how much attention she lavished on the baby or how much time she was spending with her friends or how long it took for her to return from the grocery store, his assaults these days were unreasonable and unrelenting and usually culminated in a hail of slamming doors, broken dinnerware and the little baby girl wailing her lungs out well into the hot summer night.

One day Jane made the effort to introduce herself to Kayla Conyers and was surprised and happy to have her preconceptions about the full-figured woman shattered to bits. From an arm's length away Kayla Conyers was quite a sight, far more busty than even her old roommate Ashley. But Kayla augmented her ravishing looks and killer body with a hilarious sense of humor and keen wit that was on par with Jane's - which won Jane's approval instantly. In no time at all the two neighbors were great friends. Jane grew quite fond of Kayla's daughter Debbie too, and offered to babysit her whenever Kayla needed her. As a result of Jane's generosity, Kayla was able for awhile to spend some occasional 'special evenings' alone with her husband, hoping to physically (sexually, that is) wear the edge off his possessive obsessive fits of rage.

It didn't help much though. Their fights just seemed to come more frequently than ever. Jeff Conyers would divorce his wife soon thereafter, much to Jane's relief, leaving Kayla with the house, the car and the baby. Protective and with plenty of time and attention to give to her friend in need, Jane grew quite close to Kayla throughout her nasty separation and bonded tightly with her and with Debbie too.

Around this time Jane Allen began to long for a baby daughter of her own.

          1988, Tuesday, 11:58am

  A one month pregnant Jane Allen pushed a vacuum cleaner into the Allen's downstairs second bedroom. The small room started out as a home office for Bill but he never took to using it. On the little wooden desk in the corner sat Bill's fancy new home computer buried under stacks of summer clothes, towels and dust. The room had become a storage locker for all the surplus stuff the couple had collected during their first three years of marriage

Soon after she started vacuuming the carpet Jane shut off her Hoover upright and declared, "This room is a wreck!"

She first would need to pick up the clothes and miscellaneous junk that cluttered the room from wall to wall before she could vacuum. As she snatched up all the socks and books and old magazines from the floor she was disgusted at the accumulation of useless crap.

"I'm gonna have to ship some of this stuff off to the Salvation Army."

She brought a huge plastic bag in from the garage and started weeding through all the stuff that was strewn about and stacked haphazardly all along the baseboards. Working her way through pile after pile she tidied up the room in short order then moved on to the closet. The closet had some old sweaters and shoes piled neatly on the floor. Bill's suits and old work clothes hung on the rod and behind those were towering stacks of his books, medical journals and thick tomes filled with scientific papers on this and that new process or compound. He was always bringing them home from work to read on the weekends to keep himself abreast of the latest developments in his field of research. Occasionally Bill's own findings were published in these same books. These were prestigious occasions for the young research chemist and whenever he was published it was cause for celebration around the Allen household. Bill's work was all hard science though, especially the genome project he'd been immersed in for as long as she could remember. She scanned the titles, 'Human Polymorphism', 'Genome Mapping', 'Variation Project', 'The X Chromosome & The Brain", etc. This stuff was not Jane's province and as time wore on she became less able to sustain her interest in his mostly technical work. Whenever he'd polish one off these 10 pound books though, he'd stack it in this closet for future reference if need be. And those stacks had by now taken over the cramped space.

"Too bad we can't dump THESE damned things on the Salvation Army!"

In search of space to stow some of the stuff she'd collected up from the messy room, Jane reached up and pulled down a heavy plain white box from the overhead shelf,

"What's IN this? I don't remember putting this box up here. More BOOKS I suppose..."

What Jane Allen would find in that plain white box would seize her with an old familiar dread. She was completely unprepared for what lie coiled up inside, waiting to leap out and punch her in her guts. Lifting the top half of the box away she first saw a loose assortment of photographs, snapshots. They were all pictures she'd seen before but had lost track of and forgotten about. Most of them were pictures of her and Kayla; a few taken around the backyard, at the state fair, New Year's Eve pictures... many of the photos were of her and Kayla and Bill all together, taken when the three of them went to Cancun two winters ago. Some of these shots were only of Kayla though. Shots Jane had no memory of having snapped. One particular photograph was a grainy 8"x10"enlargement with a little white stick-on label in the corner with 'Type 1-A' written on it in ballpoint. It was a shot of Kayla propped up on one elbow reclining on a beach towel. Jane could make out a tiny section of her own bikini and bony shoulder which was nearly cropped out of the photo completely. Kayla's eye's were squinted almost shut and she was staring out across the surf, wet hair pulled back tightly, her free hand shielding her eyes from the glare of the hot sun. Most prominently featured in this photo though were Kayla's nicely-bronzed tits which were hanging suggestively to the side, her sloping cleavage throwing a dark deep shadow. They were caught up in the F cups of Kayla's skimpy yellow bikini, swelling liberally over its edges.

Dumbfounded, Jane lifted the photo up out of the box and explored further. Beneath the assortment of photos was a stack of two dozen or so tit magazines, all carefully sealed in plastic bags that were taped shut. Issue after issue of Juggs and Busty, each one preserved like valuable treasure... each cover featured a different girl with huge boobs, some with the same little white stick-on labels marked 'Type 2-A', 'Type 2-B'. One woman had positively gigantic gazongas which made Kayla's look positively modest in comparison, massive teardrop pillows that hung down to her waist . This woman was labeled 'Type 7-A?'. As she sorted through the stack of magazines, one after another the obscenely huge tits leapt up from the page and plunged daggers through Jane's betrayed heart. At the very bottom of the box was a little plastic baggie containing a small lock of frizzy platinum blonde hair. The bag was labeled 'Level 1' with a smiley face drawn in the corner.

Shocked. Sickened. Humiliated. Confused. Poor Jane was beside herself. She sat the box down, never to confront her hopelessly breast obsessed husband with her unfortunate discovery. Better that he not know what she knew... somehow, out of spite, Jane thought this would be a tactical advantage weighing in her favor sooner or later... at least until she could sort out what if anything she should do. She thought she'd changed Bill from the man she met in college... she was SURE she had changed him! Her anger and shame mingled into one confusing haze. She put a hand to her flat chest, thinking, resisting the urge to toss Bill's box of tit porn into the trash. Jane sat in her future daughter's future nursery trying to piece it all together in her mind. How did she manage to grab and hold Bill's interest in the first place? Let alone for three years of married life. Clearly Bill still harbored a secret obsession for huge tits. Jane looked at the photos of Kayla and considered the possibility that he and Kayla were carrying on an affair behind her back. But Kayla was her best friend... Jane would have surely known or at least suspected something by now, if indeed there were anything going on. Jane resolved not about to confront Bill with any of this though. She did however work up the nerve to consult Kayla, 99% positive in her mind that there was nothing going on between them.

She picked up the phone on Bill's desk and rang up her friend.

"Hello?"

"Kayla, it's Jane."

"Hey, what's up?"

Jane paused for a few beats, not knowing quite what to say next.

"Are you doing anything right now? I need to talk to you."

"What's wrong sweetie?" Kayla could tell Jane was upset.

"Can you come over? I want to ask you something.... I... want to show you something I found."

"Sure, I'll be right over."

"Okay..."

"See ya in a sec." Click.

Kayla skipped across the Allen driveway and let herself in through the back kitchen door which faced directly out onto her own back kitchen door.

"Jane? Where are you?!?"

"I'm in the office! Come on in..."

Jane sat at the desk with the closed box on her lap. In her hands were the assorted snapshots with the 8"x10" closeup of Kayla at the bottom of the stack as she'd found it.

"Hey hon, what's going on? What've you got there?"

"I was just cleaning in here and found this box of Bill's stuff." She held out the handful of photos for Kayla's inspection. "I found these photos."

"Hey, I've never seen these." Kayla smiled as she looked through the snapshots one by one, wondering what the problem was. "These are from our trip to Mexico... and New Year's... so what?...."

"Look at the big one."

Kayla put down the snapshots and looked at the 8"x10" which cause her brow to furl slightly. She bit her lip and looked up at Jane. "Did you take this photo?"

Tears welled up in Jane's eyes as she looked out the window. No reply forthcoming.

"Jane, did BILL take this photo?? ...what's this mean here; 'Type 1-A'?"

"Kayla, are you and Bill having an affair?"

"What?"

"You're in every one of these pictures. Have you been seeing Bill behind my back? If you have, please just tell me... I want to know."

"Jane, of COURSE not. I would NEVER. You're my best friend in the world honey... I had no idea about any of this."

Jane's heart was somewhat unburdened by Kayla's reassurance. It didn't make up for her disgust with Bill but at least her friend had not stabbed her in the heart too.

"I want you to look at the rest of this."

"The rest of WHAT?"

"You've gotta see what's IN this box Kayla. I can't believe it..." she said as she held out the heavy box. Kayla took it in hand and lifted the lid off to reveal the stack of tit magazines, her eyes opening wide with wonderment. A bemused smile played across her lips as she suppressed a hearty laugh.

"These photos were stashed in this box with those magazines. It's Bill's 'secret box of fun' I guess." Satisfied that Bill wasn't getting it on with Kayla, now Jane pictured her husband huddled up over his private stash of tit mags, desperately masturbating his huge dick in secret, indulging his compulsive obsession unbeknownst to her.

"I don't know how long that stuff's been in this house without me knowing."

Kayla untaped one of the plastic sleeves. Out slid the issue of Busty with the 'Type 7-A' woman with the massively huge jugs hanging down to her waist. Her eyes darted back and forth as she thumbed through the magazine, amazed by the shots of this woman in various provocative poses as her dainty hands struggled to hoist her huge blobs of tit-flesh up for the camera's lens.

"Look at this BRASSIERE!"

Kayla held out a picture of the woman in bra and panties with garter and stockings, hands on hips with her bust jutting proudly into the air, impossibly cantilevered but somehow supported by the super-huge steel-belted radial bra. Jane looked at the spectacle of this over-endowed woman and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Those things are SO fake. God, she looks like a freak."

Kayla turned the magazine back around and ran her finger across the huge lace brassiere as she tried to picture this woman's daily existence... with a pair of pontoons like that permanently attached to her body? How did she even walk down the street without causing an incident? How did she tie her own shoes? What did she WEAR? Kayla felt a wetness in her crotch and blushed slightly. Her own nipples tingled as she stared in wide wonder at the super-endowed woman.

"I knew when I met Bill that he was a breast man. But I was convinced that he was over it by now. I mean look at me! I'm know I'm not hard on the eyes Kayla, but I'm a B cup for Christ's sake... I barely even have breasts. I suppose that accounts for his secret collection of boob pictures there... and surely it must account for this thing he apparently has for you." She emphasized the later with a sharp glance down at Kayla's full bust, which this afternoon was bound up modestly in a minimizer nursing bra -which did little to diminish Kayla's generous bosom.

"What can I say Jane. Hopefully it's all pretty harmless. He's never made even the slightest move on me... or you'd have been the first to know about it. He still clearly is head over heals in love with YOU Jane. I see how he looks at you... and how sweet he always is to you, how he dotes on you. And now you've got the baby coming next year. So what if he has a little private obsession? Maybe it's nothing to get worried about. I mean it seems pretty harmless to me."

Kayla was probably right. Maybe it was nothing to 'worry' about. But still it hurt, deeply... and it angered Jane. She felt betrayed. And she couldn't help secretly resenting her good friend. "Dammit!! He probably still fantasizes about Ashley Morgan", she thought. After all these years and all they'd been through! She looked defiantly at her reflection in the mirror on the closet door. Pulling a lock of hair behind one ear she checked her own beautiful face and sent her self-doubt packing.

Jane felt her heart harden a little bit that afternoon.

And it would stay that way for some time to come.

        1988, Wednesday, 2:05pm

  The following day Jane sat at the kitchen table reading one of her romance novels, not exactly enjoying it. Still her blood was boiling over the previous day's discovery. She'd been cold as ice to Bill the night before... but the couple was having sex together so seldom these days, Bill hardly noticed that she was out of sorts. Of course this only angered her more. Jane read absent-mindedly through page after page of the cheezy novel she held in her hands. Her thoughts were not on the book though. She'd read a whole 5 pages or so then realize she'd not retained a bit of it. At one point a stereotypical steamy love scene came up, with the burly strapping white knight passionately holding his mistresses in his thick arms while her creamy breasts "heaved". Jane slammed the book down in disgust, wondering how she ever stooped so low as to start reading this kind of crapola. She was too educated for such tripe!

Just then the front screen door slammed shut. Bill was home early from work.

Jane picked up her book again and pretended to be reading as Bill ambled cheerfully into the kitchen and gave her a peck on the cheek and grabbed a can of soda from the refrigerator.

"Hey babe. The boss gave me the afternoon off! After all the overtime I put in this past weekend, he said I deserved it... isn't that great?"

Jane didn't look up from her book but mustered a sarcastic smirk and remarked, "Great."

"I think I'm just going to lay down on couch and watch TV... maybe grab a nap before supper."

"Fine."

Bill was still oblivious that Jane was irked about anything. He kicked his shoes off and plopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV with the remote.

"Hey honey, what channel is Sally Jesse on?!?"

"HOW WOULD I KNOW?!" Jane blurted from the kitchen.

Bill clicked around the dial looking for Sally Jesse Raphael... seemingly uninterested in watching anything but. He turned the sound down and pulled a pillow up to his chin as he watched the talk show host pace up and down the aisles firing questions at her guests. The topic of the day was women with large breasts and both the men and the women in the audience were pretty worked up over it. The panel had a few modestly dressed women who were naturally well-endowed. They told their tale of woe, of men only wanting one thing from them, of the constant pain in their backs, difficulty finding clothes that fit, etc. A couple of the women were exotic dancers who'd had their breasts augmented. They were dressed very scantily, their spherical gravity-defying balloons on proud display. These women delighted in egging on the audience who were very vocal in both their enthusiasm (the men) and their disgust (the women). One woman on the panel had undergone a mastectomy and had reconstructive surgery and she sang the praises of plastic surgery which had restored her rather proportional figure. The last woman on the panel was a woman who had given birth recently. During her pregnancy her hormones had apparently gone wild and her breasts grew in leaps and bounds, from a C cup to something that exceeded conventional cup sizing. She was wearing a homemade brassiere made of heavy duty fabric, with 4" wide shoulder straps and crudely shaped cups which anchored her breasts in place. She stood up and turned around, giving the audience a 360 degree view of her condition. She told her agonizing story and explained that her breasts were actually smaller than they had not long ago been, that she had been and still was in great pain, that her husband had been an invaluable help through whole ordeal and that her baby was doing fine. Her doctor had advised her not to breast feed, for fear that her milk might be unhealthy for the child. Plus he warned that if she breast fed it might mean further increases in her bust, which was out of the question as far as everyone was concerned. Her doctor was on hand, giving his interpretation of what had gone wrong with this woman's body chemistry.

"It happens in rare cases and we don't know why it happens."

He showed a photo of a Portugese girl who was bed-ridden, pinned under two piles of breast flesh which covered most of her body. She appeared to be in desperate need of medical attention.

"This woman came to us two years ago. She suffered from the same condition and we were unable to determine what caused it. Again this is an aberration and happens only in the rarest of cases, maybe one out of a million."

Jane pricked up her ears and listened in... something about breasts.

"That pig!"

She hovered in the doorway, eavesdropping on Bill's choice of programming.

<< "When we come back: a man who says he'd give ANYTHING for his wife to have larger breasts, but SHE won't have implants. We'll find out WHY, right after this...">>

Bill appeared to jot something down on in a tiny note pad and jammed it in his pants pocket and turned the channel, repositioning the huge erection that was fighting for room in his dress slacks. He stretched out on the couch and turned on CNN when he spotted Jane standing in the doorway looking at him, slapping her paperback book impatiently against her thigh.

"Hey hon... what are you doing?" Bill asked.

"Nothing. What are YOU doing??" Jane fired back with an accusing tone.

"I'm just gonna watch the news and take a nap. You wanna wake me up in an hour or so?"

"Sure, whatever." Jane said coldly and returned to the kitchen. She threw her book into the garbage under the sink mumbling contemptuously about the lout stretched out in her living room, "Pathetic." She stepped out onto the back patio and stared out across the yard. She ran her fingers through her long wavy hair, which hung nearly halfway down her back, and shook it out then lifted a thick luxurious handful of it to her face and smelled its sumptuous cinnamon perfume, taking in a long deep breath.

She let the crisp fall air clear her mind and she thought to herself, "That replenishing shampoo Bill brought home sure worked a miracle on my limp hair... I wonder what's in that stuff?" .

      1989, Veteran's Day 8:45am

  Bill Allen sat alone in a small conference room at Genomix Labs drinking his coffee which he loaded down with cream and sugar. He yawned as he poured over his neatly typed presentation. 18 months of research and lab tests summarized neatly into a 50 page brief which he'd come in early that morning to run off a couple extra copies of. He paused, staring at the telephone in the corner, tapping his pencil anxiously on the table.

He glanced at his watch to check the time, "I've got a few more minutes."

Bill picked up the receiver and dialed the phone.

"...uh yuh, hullo??"

"Hey, it's me. Did I wake you up?"

"...uhhhm............ no, I was up. Bill?"

"Yeah, it's me. I'm here at work. I'm waiting on Ed and Don. They should be here any minute."

"Who?"

"Ed and DON... I told you about them, my bosses. Are you sure you're awake?"

"...um, how you doin'?"

"Me? I'm doing great. I think I've got everything. How are you?"

"Tired."

"Are you excited?"

"Sure."

"You're going to be a very rich woman soon."

"Yeah?" the voice on the other end brightened up slightly at the mention of money. "TELL me about it Mister Allen."

"I already told you everything there is to know for now. I'm just calling to say thanks. Are you still sure you want to go through with it?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

"Did you sign all the non-disclosure agreements I left you?"

"Yeah, they're right here. They make great bedtime reading... you sick, sick man."

"Great. That's just great. I just want you to know, I really appreciate everything you've done."

"Well what can I say?? ...good luck with your presentation. Call me later and let me know how it went."

"You got it. I'll talk to you later. And I'll come by after work and pick up those papers if that's ok."

"Ok."

"See you later then."

"Later."

Bill smiled and took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Just then two men, Bill's supervisor and their department head entered the room greeting Bill with hearty handshakes, the kind where you also grab the guy's elbow with the other hand and shake his whole arm from the shoulder. They were both visibly eager to hear what Bill had to report.

"Good morning Ed, Don... Happy Veteran's Day!"

"Thanks Bill... Happy Veteran's Day to you! Thanks for coming in on a 'holiday'."

The three men laughed. All of Genomix Laboratories, as well as most of Columbus was working on Veteran's Day.

Don joked, "Too bad Genomix isn't a government agency; we'd all be home gathering twigs today with the wife and kids."

Ed slapped Don on the back and took his seat. "Twigs! Luckily we've got bigger fish to fry... right Bill?"

Don rang out in agreement, his voice booming in the tiny windowless room with the carpeted walls.

"SO! BILL! We're both excited to hear your report... Ed, you wanna lock that door?"

"Sure thing Don."

"Well gentlemen, I hope you're ready for what I have to tell you... "

      1989, Veteran's Day 12:05am

  "And so you see, the technology is still untested and I have good reason to think we've got a long way to go, months at least, but..."

"But Bill, do realize what this means!!?" Ed asked with both eyebrows permanently raised half way up his forehead.

Don chimed in, "Bill, it sounds like you've done it. Just like you said you would. You're gonna be one rich bastard when this is all over and done with. Hell, we're ALL gonna be rich bastards."

"And just think of all the people we'll help... this thing's gonna change the world." Ed waxed optimistically.

"Well, I hope so... but for now we can't be too careful." Bill cautioned. "We've got a long way to go on this one and a lot of testing to do. Then there's the FDA to deal with."

"Don't worry about the FDA. Those sonsofbitches be all over this like white on rice." Ed said confidently.

"Plus we need to look into the genetic profiles in greater depth. Right now I'm basing all this on one initial subject who has agreed to be part of the study." Bill said.

"Do we have a signed non-disclosure agreement on her??" Ed asked.

"We do. I'm picking them up this afternoon. Sir, with you're go-ahead I can get the boys downstairs started on this by the end of THIS WEEK."

"And the agreement names Genomix as exclusive copyright holder on the genetic blueprints? On her genes?" Don asked.

Ed cocked his head slightly, "Copyright holders?? That doesn't sound right."

"Yes Don. Genomix will have exclusive proprietary rights with this first subject, in perpetuity, regardless of where the research leads. We can do whatever we like with her code from here on out. But I want to get going with some of the other types I showed you. I have yet to track any of them down but as I said, securing a diverse gene pool and a deep cross-referenced working catalog of physical and psychological types is going to be crucial to the patients. The guys in practical medicine have already stressed this and they will no doubt have a lot of input to give along the way, I'm talking pharmacologically here."

"Absolutely. Certainly. Let's take this one step at a time, of course. But let's get the ball rolling, shall we? ASAP!" Don urged.

Ed opened the conference room door for his boss and stood waiting in the hallway.

Don rose up and shook Bill's hand, slapping him in the arm with the 50 page brief rolled up in his fist. "Thanks a lot Bill. This is fucking genius." Don exited the room.

"Great work, Bill!!" Ed shouted from the hall, waiting there as Don disappeared out of sight.

Bill stood by the conference table, smiling at his supervisor who came back up to him and whispered, "Bill. Thanks for not mentioning your 'dumb gum'. That stuff is simply not going to fly with Don. Keep working on it if you want to... but... well, just keep it under your hat, ok?"

"Sure thing Ed. You can rely on me." Bill reassured his anxious supervisor and headed back to the lab with a renewed sense of purpose propelling him through the halls of Genomix Laboratories.

      1988, Christmas Day, 4:45pm

  Four years married and seven months pregnant, a weary Jane Allen sat in the hardwood rocker by the fire at her mother's house. Her swollen stomach rested heavily between her legs and she tried to think pleasant thoughts, tried to tune out the noisy surroundings. Her hair needed cutting again. It had become super-healthy and seemed to need trimming every week or so during her pregnancy and right now it was gathered into a heavy heap in her lap. At first she thought it was Bill's specially formulated cinnamon-perfumed shampoo that caused the increase in volume and length but her doctor laughed at the suggestion and claimed that she was experiencing wild hormonal surges as a result of the pregnancy and insisted that her new thick wavy hair texture and the growth surges would likely cease after her baby was born.

She hope that wasn't the case. She like her new hair, whatever the reason for the startling change in it. One of the few blessings of pregnancy.

In the kitchen Jane's husband Bill kept her mother company as she busily prepared the holiday meal. Jane grew nauseous just listening to the conversation. "Will you all please hold it down out there?!?" she blasted from the Stanford living room, the same familiar living room in which a young Jane Stanford had spent her childhood... her 'miserable childhood' as she frequently and unfairly referred to it. She rocked back and forth in the chair, kicking the old beaten up coffee table with her heal so loud that her mother could hear it from the next room.

"Is she always in this mood Bill? You know I don't remember being like that when I was pregnant with her." Jane's sweet dumpling-shaped mother questioned Bill, loud enough that Jane could easily overhear. It was yet another in a long history of motherly jabs at the ever discontented Jane. Mary shuffled over to the stove and tasted a spoonful of her gravy, dribbling a few drops accidentally onto her apron which stretched taut over her matronly 38" double D bosom.

Bill pointed out the spill, "Um, Mother... you dripped gravy there... on your..."

"Oop! Thank you Bill" the 50 year old woman grabbed a paper towel and daubed roughly at her chest, wiping away the gravy stain. "I can never seem to stay out of the way of my own cooking!"

"I think you got most of it, Mother..."

"There. Come over here and taste my gravy dear and tell me if you think it's about done."

"Oh, Jesus!!" Jane did a slow burn in the other room as she listened in on her husband and mother fuss over the spill on her mother's chest. She looked down in disgust at her huge belly and at her own breasts which had in the past few months bloated up from her once modest 32 B cup, ripening to a nice plump 38 C. She could feel her ever present nausea coming on. She pulled down on her dress to deemphasize her chest, brushed her thick head of hair off her shoulders and tried to remember her once trim 'Twiggy' figure which she solemnly vowed to regain as soon as possible after the baby was born. It had been a particularly difficult pregnancy for Jane. She never quite got over her morning sickness and daily was treated to at least two bouts of nausea, making both her and Bill's lives rather unpleasant these past months.

"I notice Jane is starting to get big up top. I mean her breasts..." Mary Stanford enthusiastically confided to Bill in a lilting melodic voice, knowingly pushing one of Jane's hot buttons. It was a thinly veiled excuse to segue from the topic of her gravy-stained bosom back onto her favorite topic: 'Jane's Condition'. Again, she spoke loud enough to be certain Jane would overhear. She stood back from the stove and stared off, fondly recalling younger days, "For me there was no greater joy than when I was breast-feeding young Jane. And she certainly loved it. We didn't wean her for well over two years you know... and it was a real job let me tell you. That child would have kept right on nursing if I hadn't eventually forced her to stop. She used to cry and cry at the table. I liked'ta never got her onto solid food. It took some doing, but eventually we did it."

"MOTHER!!! DO YOU MIND?!!?"

Mrs. Stanford smiled to herself, "Does Jane plan to breast feed the baby?"

"I don't know if we've decided." Bill blushed at the topic of conversation.

Jane's lunch roiled around in her queasy stomach. She wanted to throw up right there on the Christmas tree.

"You know I always naturally assumed Jane would develop like the rest of our family. But she never once seemed bothered by it. When she stopped developing at 15 I was actually disappointed for her... but she never gave it a second thought."

"You're disgusting mother!!" Jane barked from the other room, stroking her stomach with her hand trying to ease her nausea.

"But now I see she's beginning to fill out. If she breast feeds like I did she'll just continue to fill out you know... what is she now?" Mary yelled into the living room, "WHAT ARE YOU NOW HONEY, A C CUP?!?" No answer came back.

"Maybe she'll take after her old mother before it's all said and done" Mary trailed off staring at the bubbling pots on the stove as she righted her wrinkled apron.

An embarrassed Bill looked at his wife's mother and stared at the apron she filled out so nicely... and at the wet stain just above her nipple, trying to think of anything that might redirect this conversation.

"I don't know, Mary... I just hope the baby's a boy."

Mary looked out of the corner of her eye without turning her head and caught her son-in-law staring at her breast, then she looked down at the stain again and back at the stove.

"I didn't get all that gravy wiped away did I? Bill will you be a dear and bring me a clean apron? In the second drawer there by the sink??"

Jane stomped into the kitchen just as her husband was strapping a fresh apron onto her mother, tugging at it and emphasizing her round well-supported bust. Mary Stanford arched back and stretched her weary muscles as Bill tied the apron strings behind her. "Thank you sir, you're too kind." Mary patted Bill on the cheek and returned to her pots.

"Not that it's any of your business mother but no, I do NOT plan to breast feed the baby! Women don't breast feed anymore, right Bill?"

"Well, what about your friend Kayla?"

Jane ignored that comment. Her mother didn't know Kayla anyhow.

"Besides, I for one don't relish the idea of hauling out my breasts in public for every lecherous creep to stare at just so I can have the warm fuzzy 'motherly experience' you're always blathering on about." To emphasize her point to her prying mother Jane cupped her breasts lewdly, something Bill had never ever seen her do. "My baby will drink from a BOTTLE if that's alright with you! And for both of your information, my baby is going to be a GIRL!!!"

Jane's mother brushed off her daughter's tantrum as she smoothed out the fabric on her apron and pulled it tight across her full bosom, politely saying, "Well sweetie, that'll be your loss I guess... and the baby's too... whether it's a boy or a girl."

"OHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Jane put her foot down sharply on the old linoleum floor, causing her chest as well as her luxurious head of hair to bounce slightly as they were prone to do these days. She fired a hateful look at her husband, pulling her unruly mane back tightly from her face, waiting for his next comment, daring him to take his eyes off her face.

Bill looked cautiously to Mary and back to Jane who looked beautiful when she was angry. Jane was tapping her foot, ready to scream. He eyed her breasts which were jiggling slightly inside her maternity dress. Jane scoffed and rolled her eyes as if to say "You pig." Mary smiled and threw a reassuring arm around Bill's shoulder giving him a friendly sideways hug meant to defuse the kitchen confrontation, "Dear why don't you help me set the table? Janie, would you like something warm to drink before dinner? Some tea?"

Suddenly Jane really was going to throw up now. She put her hands over her mouth and her head of disheveled hair tumbled forward, hiding her face view. Without say anything more she bolted from the room and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom toilet. Huddled over the bowl, Jane Austen gathered up her cumbersome head of hair and puked. The sickeningly sweet scent of cinnamon wafting through her nostrils made her heave with unrelenting nausea.

Bill felt Mary's soft bosom brush up against him as she guided him to the cupboard and confided to him, "Don't worry about her. She's always been this way... but I have a hunch motherhood will soften her up." As Bill stood silently looking into his mother-in-law's chubby round face and shoulders... he felt ashamed to discover that deep down somewhere he wanted feel those tits of hers. Mary put her hands on Bill's strong shoulders and kissed him on the cheek as she pressed her bosom against his chest. Staring lovingly into his eyes she reassuringly said, "Don't worry hon, you two will make it through this ordeal." Bill's thoughts wandered to his young wife retching audibly in the bathroom down the hall. As Jane kicked the bathroom door shut with a loud bang, he hoped against hope that motherhood WOULD soften her up and that she would one day soon be back to her normal self... and he hoped motherhood might indeed have the pleasant side-effect of leaving Jane Allen as well-developed as her own mother. The thought of it, and the feel of Mary's breasts pressing softly up against him as she gave him a motherly Christmas hug, caused his manhood to stir. An uncomfortable Bill Allen-sized erection swelled up inside his stiff new Christmas jeans as he broke away from Mary's innocent embrace.

Mary smiled at Bill and gave him kind wink, "Set me on the, I mean, set me table now, I mean... help me set the TABLE now..."

        1989, Sunday 1:05pm

  Bill sat in his living room chair, patiently bottle-feeding his 3 month old baby boy Scott. A spring rain shower tapped against the window looking out onto the Allen's front yard. He noticed that the row of dogwood trees along the sidewalk had buds on them. He looked back down to his beautiful darling son munching away at his rubber nipple and smiled warmly.

"Honey?! I think I'm right... he DOES have your looks."

"WHAT! What is it?!?!"

Ignoring her husband and on a mission, Jane rustled around in the baby's pink room which was furnished with girls things, pink blankets, duckies, ribbons. In the months prior to Scott's birth Jane had gone hog-wild with her preparations for the girl she was convinced she would be giving birth to. Now that he was here, she insisted that the room be left as is and that it not be redecorated. At that moment she was angrily slamming drawers and throwing shoes around in her mad rush to get ready to go out shopping with Kayla. Her hair was still growing like crazy and felt thicker and fuller than ever. Whatever had caused the abnormal growth, it didn't stop with her pregnancy. She'd long since stopped using Bill's special formula shampoo. Who knew the reason. She didn't particularly care to find out. The cinnamon scent was still with her though, constantly wafting its perfume from her tresses which currently were cut to just longer than shoulder length.

"Kid, you're lucky to have your mom's looks. She's beautiful you know. Just be glad you don't have this mug of mine!" Bill lovingly nuzzled his infant son. Trying to distract from to the upsetting crashing sounds of his wife's domestic rampage.

"Where are my old bras!!!"

"What's that honey??"

"My old BRASSIERES!?! You do the laundry around here now... did you stash my old bras away somewhere? Or did you throw them out?! Dammit Bill I'll kill you if you threw out my old bras!"

"Look on the shelf... in the closet... behind your sweaters..."

Jane reached up with some trepidation for a blue box sitting towards the back of the closet shelf where once sat Bill's box of porn. That particular little white box had disappeared some months back as mysteriously as it had appeared. In it's place were harmless stacks of the couple's extra clothing.

"What do you need your old bras for?!? Aren't they too small for you now?"

Jane charged into the living room with a storage box full of old t-shirts and bras, her shiny luxurious freshly brushed Breck Girl hair bouncing on her shoulders. "You'd like to THINK so wouldn't you?! I hate to remind you dear, but I am NOT going to lug around these D cup baby-feeders all my life just for YOUR sick pleasure." She shook off her blouse and showed Bill her breasts, which had never been given the first opportunity to start lactating. If they had, Bill thought, they'd have easily been as large as her mother's by now. But Jane was doing everything in her power to stem the growth that her pregnancy had triggered. As she pulled up and down on the rather loose shoulder straps of the inelegant maternity bra Bill had bought her she shot him an interrogative look.

"Does this thing look like it fits to YOU??! Did you really expect I'd bloat up to a god damned double D? This ugly thing is like something my cow MOM could wear!" She snapped.

With one swift move she slipped out of the loose-fitting bra and angrily flung it across the room at Bill's head. It dropped down onto the floor next to him. She hadn't actually meant to strike her husband in the head but the sight of the huge bra bouncing off her breast-obsessed husband's noggin as he obediently fed little Scott forced an evil little chuckle from Jane Allen that she couldn't hold back.

"She can HAVE the stupid thing for all I care. I'm sure she could squeeze herself into it... maybe you can give it to her next time your over to the house with Scott. Wrap it up and give it to her as a mother's day present. Hell, if you want to you can give her a PRIVATE FITTING for all I care. You'd probably enjoy THAT." She laughed again to herself, pulling a handful of unruly hair behind her ears as she rifled though the box of old clothes.

"I'm sure Mother Mary could use a new hammock to rest her tired droppers in."

Bill was seldom shocked by Jane's cruel comments about her mother but today for some reason she was being unusually caustic with her tongue and Bill kept quiet, staying out of her way. It seemed like she was angry at something nearly all the time these days though. He sat silently, his baby son on his lap feeding from his bottle. Bill discretely admired his wife's bared breasts while they remained briefly on display. As Jane rummaged through the box she pulled out a pretty lace bra and pulled it around her and clasped it on the first hook. It just barely fit her.

"Ugh!! I remember at Christmas this thing still fit perfectly, and with some room to spare! I think I can... mmff... just, fit into it though, mmff... AH, HA! I knew I was getting smaller again, thank god for small favors."

Bill looked on, feeding young Scott while his willful and malcontent wife loosened the shoulder straps on the old bra and wriggled her shoulders into it. "God, I can just barely stuff these boobs into the cups. Ugh! It's disgusting. Oh, well... it'll have to do. " She lengthened the thin straps on the white lace 36" C cup bra and pulled on the elastic but her D cup tits would not be contained completely and pooched suggestively over the tops of their cups.

"That's good enough for now... it'll fit fine in another week."

Determined to ruin Bill's enjoyment of her pulchritude, Jane outlined once again her plan of action in detail; her new strict diet, her new exercise schedule, she had resolved to be rid of the encumberments which pregnancy had left her with as soon as was humanly possible. "And by summer I should be able to fit back into my old B cups. God, I can't wait." Her last comment had the intended effect of making Bill's heart sink to the floor. He leaned over and picked up the double D nursing bra by its sturdy straps and thought of what was not to be while his wife proceeded to wriggle into a tight pair of last year's jeans, her hair tumbling sexily into her face. "And if this crazy lion's mane isn't tamed by then, then maybe I'll just cut it super-short and be done with it... it's driving me NUTS!" Staring at his wife pooching sexily out around the tops of the lacey bra cups and around under her arms he thought of the creamy freckled breasts he was even now barely allowed to enjoy, so stingy was Jane with her body nowadays. Not to mention their poor neglected baby son who Jane had never bonded with, never seemed to take a strong motherly interest in as both he and Mary Stanton and even Kayla Conyers had hoped she would.

Bill chalked this up to the fact that Jane didn't get the girl she had predicted she would.

Jane huffed and puffed, trying to tug her old jeans up over her nicely plump round ass and shapely hips; two of the more pleasant side-effects of the pregnancy which Jane seemed a little less concerned about. Bill let his eyes linger on the sight of her jiggling ass as she wedged it inch by inch into the tight pants. He felt aroused. He was not an ass-man per se, but this asset of his wife's was always a fine consolation to him.

As Jane caught Bill staring lustfully at her butt she smiled for a moment and pulled an errant strand of hair from her mouth. Her frustration suddenly abated, she broke the tension with a wry bit of Jane Allen wit, "Don't worry Jethro... I'll get it. Give me a minute..." Bill laughed. Standing there in skin tight jeans and a bra one size too small Jane sucked in her gut and buttoned her pants, her wild mane of hair tussled and hanging in her face. As she held in her breath her breasts swelled up out of their cups, straining at the delicate bra's thin straps. As Bill's sex stirred to life Jane exhaled and quickly changed the subject, knowing full well what her little performance was doing to her husband.

"I'm going to be with Kayla all day. We're going to the mall and to a movie and I don't know what time I'll be home."

Digging around in the box for a shirt to wear she discovered her favorite old low-cut striped tee. It was soft and worn and the material was paper-thin from obvious years of machine washing. She stretched it over her head and proceeded to jerk it down carelessly over her tightly packed D cup tits. "Remember this shirt honey? I wore this that night we made love for the first time... remember?" She hardly gave her husband a chance to get a good look at her though. Jane hurriedly put on her brown lipstick and gathered up her keys and a cotton baseball jacket which she pulled around her bosom, concealing it from view.

"Hey while you're out can you pick up some formula from the store for Scottie?" Bill asked.

"Honey, you're gonna have to do it. I'm not going to have time... And the kitchen is full of dirty dishes too in case you didn't notice. So..... Well.... huh, I guess I'll just see ya later!" She hastily flew out the door without so much as a goodbye kiss for her husband or her son.

>From outside she shouted, "And don't forget to put out the garbage! They pick up tomorrow you know!"

Before the screen door was even shut Jane felt relieved to be out of that house, away from Bill and the baby and off on an afternoon of fun with her best friend. She was happy to be wearing her old clothes for the first time in more than a year! As she pulled her jacket tight around her to shut out the chilly March wind she heard the seams of the old t-shirt tear slightly, under her arms. On her way to the car she parted her long hair in two great handfuls and looked down into her jacket to see if anything was looked out of place. As she sucked in her stomach and inspected herself everything seemed in good enough order. Pretty Jane Allen was so excited to be back into her old clothes; there'd be no turning back now.

Kayla was a mother again too. She had a two daughters now, one year old and fatherless Claire and 3 year old Debbie. Kayla was still breast-feeding full time. She'd scarcely had a break between the time she'd weaned little Debbie and the time Claire was born. Nursing was a way of life after 3 years of hungry baby girls. As Kayla piled in the car to head for the mall, Jane was dismayed to see her with youngest baby daughter in tow.

"Kay, I thought this was going to be our day for just you and me?" Jane whined.

"Jane, you know I'm still nursing Claire. I can't just leave her home to starve for the day" she asserted offhandedly as she gave her friend Jane a nice peck on the cheek. "Come on! Let's go shopping!"

Irrepressible Kayla bounced in the passenger seat in mock enthusiasm, her black ponytail bobbing up and down as she tried to boost her friend's spirits. "Come on big sister! We'll have fun."

She knew her friend Jane was obsessed with getting her trim figure back after her long hard pregnancy and so she made a point to notice, "Look at you... have you lost more weight? You look a lot thinner."

Jane beamed as she wheeled out of the driveway, chewing on a lock of her own hair, "Yes! I lost another 10 pounds this past month. I'm back in my old C cup bras now, thank God. I should be back to my old self by summer!" She shifted proudly back and forth in her seat, causing a couple more tiny tears in her shirt, which she kept to herself. For the rest of this outing she would have to be more careful. Maybe she would buy a new shirt at the mall.

As young Kayla checked her lipstick in the vanity mirror baby Claire began to cry in the backseat. She looked at her in the mirror, "Honey are you hungry already??" She knew her baby's hunger cry and realized that she should feed her now in the car before they arrived at the mall. Just as with Debbie, feeding Claire was a never ending job but one that Kayla was built for. Kayla undid her seatbelt and turned around to lift Claire into the front seat. Her impressive bust and the confines of the old Honda made this a tricky maneuver but Kayla was an old hand at this and had Claire in her lap with her tit out and in no time at all the baby was suckling away contentedly.

"Ugh, I honestly don't know how you deal with that. Constantly having someone sucking at your nipple like that, your breasts constantly engorged with milk." Jane glanced over at Kayla's exposed breast as she searched for a station on the radio.

"Are your boobs getting BIGGER Kayla?"

"Honey, first of all, you don't know what you're missing and second of all, you know damn well my boobs are the same size they've always been... well, maybe a couple of inches bigger than before I had Debbie. I was a 42" F when we all went to Mexico that year and I'm a 44" double F now... but they've been so big for so long now... I don't really notice the difference."

"Well, maybe I don't know what I'm missing... I'm certainly no double F, but I know one thing; I'm personally not going to miss these tits of mine when they're finally gone. I'm sick and tired of lugging the damned things around. They make me feel like one of Bill's tit magazine bimbos... except they're still probably not big enough to suit HIS tastes. He probably wishes I was a double F for all I know."

"You're too hard on Bill. You should let him enjoy 'em while they last... he's gonna miss them when they're gone and then it'll be too late."

"TOO BAD FOR BILL. He probably WILL miss them, but I sure as hell won't. And I'm not going to miss him constantly groping and ogling me either and I'm sure as shit not going to miss him pleading nightly to let him try to tit-fuck me. Jeez is that ever getting old. UGH! I keep telling him to 'get lost' but I tell ya he never gives up. I'm sure it'd be his lifelong dream come true."

"Yeah, so??"

"So SCREW HIM...I just think it's disgusting." Jane was surely overexaggerating her disgust, Kayla thought. She knew her contemptuous but likeable friend well though and knew better than to waste time arguing this particular point with Jane. For her part, Jane realized that Kayla probably thought just the opposite, probably ENJOYED tit fucking, what with her double F's and all... so, she shut up about it and the conversation ended there.

As her baby suckled at her teat, Kayla stroked its head and hummed. Staring out the side window she thought of poor little Scott and also of Bill. She knew practically everything there was to know about Jane's poor husband, including the details about their sex life, about his frequent attempts to wear down Jane's formidable resistances, and especially about his notoriously huge dick, which Jane was once heard to boast "is only ten inches long". The understatement of the century. But Kayla knew one thing from first hand experience: that Bill Allen was a real live warm-blooded breast man. Incurable. Many-a-time since Jane first revealed Bill's secret stash of tit mags to her Kayla had caught him with his eyes glued to her chest, regardless of what she was wearing. She could be wearing a heavy wool overcoat, in the dark, and Bill could be easily caught sizing her up. She never hesitated to breast feed in front of Bill or in front of anyone for that matter, but particularly in front of Bill. It gave her a little thrill that she, as a nursing mother, felt entitled to. And she KNEW it gave Bill a thrill, one he was apparently in need of, a thrill which usually resulted in her friend Jane getting her brains fucked out sometime later that night. In fact the two women joked about how predictable Bill's actions and reactions were whenever Kayla's 44's made an appearance in the Allen household.

After Jane became pregnant with Scott, Kayla thought for awhile that if she could breast feed more often in front of Bill and Jane together that the couple would grow more comfortable and in particular Jane would come around to her way of thinking on the issue. But it seemed to have had the opposite effect. Jane was adamantly opposed to nursing and seemed practically uninterested in being a mother to her boy, which was a neverending source of amazement to Kayla as well as to Bill and Mary Stanford and anyone else who knew the family.

As she negotiated the busy city streets en route to the mall Jane looked at her friend and her nursing baby enviously. She wondered to herself, as always, why SHE couldn't have been blessed with such a beautiful baby girl. She often wondered if Scott had been born a girl if maybe then she would have enjoyed breast feeding. Perhaps? She stole a glimpse of Kayla's huge nipple as she removed it from Claire's mouth and felt her own nipple's stiffen inside the tight confines of her baseball jacket. She let out a quiet frustrated sigh as she pulled into the mall parking lot, pushing those pointless thoughts out of her mind, aided by the image of her fit and trim former body which she'd soon reclaim.

      Later that night, after the movie, Jane phoned her husband from a pay phone to say she wouldn't be home until late. Kayla kindly asked could Bill please babysit Debbie for a couple of hours while she and Jane stopped off somewhere for a drink. Bill gladly agreed to go next door and relieve Kayla's babysitter and bring Debbie over to his house for another evening as good old Mr. Mom.

"Okay then, we'll see you soon. Oh, and Kayla says thanks again for taking care of Debbie."

"Wait, Jane! I just thought I'd let you know I went out and got formula so don't worry about picking any up."

"That's what I TOLD you to do dummy, reMEMBER? Hello??"

"Oh, you're right. Sorry honey."

"I've gotta GO now, Kayla wants to go..."

"Hey wait a minute... um.... did you.... get anything at the mall?"

"What?? No, I didn't buy anything you'll be happy to know... now, I've GOT to GO, Bill! Okay? Goodbye!" She hung up the receiver before Bill could say goodbye.

"Okay. The night is still young, so let's go."

As Kayla and Jane and Claire traversed the parking lot the two women debated where to go for a drink. Every place Kayla suggested Jane voted down. Kayla basically was desperate to get out somewhere and be in contact with single guys and with Claire to care for she rarely if ever got the opportunity these days. As they stood by the car, fresh out of ideas on where to go Kayla eyed the new brightly lit Hooters club sitting just across the service road.

"Absolutely not!" Jane intervened, reading her friend's mind.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Do it for me. The two of us will fit right in." Kayla said, thrusting her chest out and giggling.

"You mean the two of YOU will fit right in don't you??"

The two friends burst into laughter as Kayla plied stubborn Jane. "Come on, didn't you ever want to see what kind of guys go to a ridiculous place like that? Besides, I'm out of ideas and it's getting late. Please? Just one drink?"

"Kayla I KNOW all too well what kinds of guys go to a ridiculous place like that. Are you forgetting? I married to one!"

Kayla tilted her head to the side and pouted.

"Oh, ok. Just for laughs... and for YOU... I'll go. Just one drink though!"

"Oh goodie! Hear that Clarie? Mommy and aunt Jane are going out on the town... to HOOTERS..."

Jane rolled her eyes as Kayla bounced on her heels while she walked across the parking lot, emphasizing her bouncing bosom like a delighted 13 year old girl who'd magically grown a FF cup bosom overnight and was delighting in it for the first time.

"Come on Jane... get in the swing of it!"

"I don't THINK so dear. I'm not what you'd call a Hooters Girl." Jane pulled her thick mane tightly back with both hands and let it bounce down her back as she removed herself to a higher intellectual plane, mentally distancing herself from the den of idiots she was about to invade. She put on her old critical analytical thinking cap . As they neared the entrance to the bar Jane slapped together a cold intellectual barrier from behind which she'd sit in judgement for the evening while she observed the goings on inside this stupid stupid place.

As they approached the door Kayla asked Jane, as she had so many times before, to take Claire off her hands while they were in the bar... for appearance's sake. Jane loved little Claire and knew what a liability it was for Kayla to be burdened with a baby while she tried to attract a male. Jane took Claire, positioning her up on her hip as she'd seen Kayla do a thousand times before and the three ladies entered the bar.

Kayla rooted around in her purse for a moment and pulled out a piece of gum, but just before popping it into her mouth she instead offered it to Jane. "I'll give you my piece of gum if you grab us a booth while I go to the ladies room??"

"Sure. You got it."

Jane popped the stick of gum in her mouth, patted Kayla on the shoulder and proceeded to weave her way to the back of the room , grabbing a booth while her friend disappeared down a well lit hallway, still rummaging through her purse and talking to herself.

A waitress in a white Hooters tee shirt came up to Jane's secluded table to take her order.

"Hi welcome to Hooters what can I get you tonight?"

Jane couldn't help but size up the waitress, since this after all was Hooters and their staff was supposedly well-endowed. But from the looks of her, the girl couldn't have been more than a full C cup, not exactly 'chesty'. In fact Jane deduced that under her jacket and shirt and too-small brassiere that she was definitely better equipped in the hooter department than this girl. She leaned forward and pulled her baseball jacket open slightly, casually revealing her own 'equipment' to the waitress, "Umm, I have a friend here too and she wants to order a drink... but, you can just bring me an iced tea for now." she said curtly as she rummaged around in her purse for a mirror, working on the stick of gum.

"One Long Island Iced Tea."

"No honey... just a plain iced tea. I'm driving." she looked up at the girl and smiled a false catty smile.

The girl glared back, wrote nothing on her pad, and headed back to the bar.

"Claire, where's your mommy? Hmm?? In the bathroom? Thaaaat's right..." Jane asked the infant as she craned her neck around checking her own makeup. She chewed absent-mindedly on her gum as she fluffed her beautiful hair slightly, pulling a handful of it down in front of her.

A large tumbler plus a full extra carafe of iced tea appeared on the table and the waitress presented her with the check already "Let me know if you need anything ELSE..."

"Okay, thanks."

".. Is your friend coming or not?"

"Yes, she's here somewhere. She'll be back in a minute." Jane smiled at the nosey waitress' backside as she watched her walk away again.

Jane waited patiently for Kayla, who was missing for at least 10 minutes before she thought to check the time. "She must have made a friend already, surprise surprise."

Jane spoke to the uncomprehending Claire in a kindly tone. The baby looked up at Jane and cooed in response. "You miss your mommy, I know. She'll be back soon. Sheeee'll be back..."

Ten minutes turned into 15 minutes, then 20 minutes. Jane finished off her first iced tea and refilled the tall tumbler from the carafe. She scanned the room, speaking to Claire under her breath. "It's a good thing aunt Janie's here Claire... otherwise I suppose you'd be stashed behind a coat rack somewhere while your mother cruised for guys."

Jane's patience was beginning to wear thin as she chewed on the old piece of gum and twirled a thick lock of her auburn hair worriedly between her fingers. Suddenly Claire began to squirm and cry. She was getting hungry. Jane took her in her arms and tried to rock her and calm her down but Claire just tugged aggressively at Jane's jacket in search of her next meal. This was going to be a problem. Should she head for the car? Jane looked around the bar in frustration, nervously gulping down her iced tea, checking the room for Kayla Conyers but she was no where to be found. Claire pulled open a couple of Jane's snaps on her jacket exposing the tops of her D cup breasts as they swelled out from behind the neckline of her low cut tee. Jane began to breath a little harder, not wanting to go roaming this bar in search of Kayla, hoping against hope that she'd just show up... and soon. She pulled her jacket shut with a little effort and snapped it up again to conceal her cleavage. Jane scanned and rescanned the room anxiously through the bottom of her emptied drinking glass. All she saw was the roving female staff dressed in white t-shirts of rather unspectacular proportions, bobbing from table to table, delivering trays of drinks and enduring a battery of stares and unclever comments from the male clientele. Actually maybe 'endure' isn't the right word. Unlike herself, these girls appeared to like the attention and seemed to enjoy being Hooters girls.

She brought her empty glass down a little too loudly onto the table by accident and thought to herself contemptuously, "I suppose they DO get great tips..." Meanwhile Claire was showing no signs of calming down. Jane was in hopes that a waitress would pass through her area so she could maybe page Kayla over the intercom if they had one. But no waitress was interested in the mom sitting in the back of the room with her baby and her plain iced tea.

Again Claire tore at Jane's jacket, unsnapping a row of 4 snaps with a strong baby tug.

"I'm sorry honey. I know you're hungry." she said as she held Claire to her bosom.

She bounced her knee attempting to calm Claire who only proceeded to bawl louder. Jane's chest proceeded to bounce more vigorously as she could feel herself slowly jiggling her way out of her undersized bra. As the edges of the cups inched down over the front of her tits she thought to herself "Dammit, I should have known better than to rush things... this bra IS too small still..."

"Waaaaaaaaa!! Waaaaaaaaa!" Claire was growing angry.

"Shhhhh... shhhhhh.... shhhhhh... there, there..."

But Claire just wailed louder, causing many of the patrons in the bar to look back in Jane's direction as if to say, "DO something with that child, will you?"

Just then Jane's waitress returned and asked her in an impatient tone, "Would you like to take your baby to the bathroom? We've got a changing table in there." Claire flailed her arms around and slapped the waitress in the tit, causing her to take a step back away from the table.

"I'm sorry miss... thanks anyhow. She's just hungry is all."

"Well maybe you should FEED her then." the waitress said in a cold condescending tone as she tapped her pen and shot an accusing look at Jane's half-bared bosom.

Claire bawled loudly, piercing both women's ear drums. "Well what are you WAITING for?"

"I'm going to... I'm going to... we'll be okay..." Jane said weakly as the waitress smirked, giving her a 'harumpf' as she spun on her heel and left to tend to her paying customers. "Thanks for all your help... BITCH." Jane thought to herself.

Staring off helplessly across the room Jane bounced the crying baby on her lap. She could feel Claire's breath on her bare skin which gave her goosebumps. Her heart was pounding in her chest as Claire continued to shriek.

"Damn you, Kayla. Where arrrre yoooou..."

Claire grabbed the front of Jane's tight shirt and bra and pulled down with surprising strength, causing Jane's weakened brassiere to slip away and disappear down underneath both tits. Freed from their insufficient restraints, her full breasts surged forward inside her thin t-shirt. Claire held fast to the neck of Jane's shirt and kept tugging and stretching its neck further out while Jane looked around the bar nervously, wondering what to do. She noticed the bitchy waitress pointing in her direction as she conferred with a man in a necktie and jacket who looked like he could be her supervisor. Jane heard a familiar tearing, the sound of splitting seams. Suddenly Jane's fragile t-shirt gave way. Claire tore it wide open in the front, exposing two exceedingly plump and ripe breasts for her to feed on. Luckily no one seemed to notice except the waitress and her supervisor who smiled lecherously in Jane's direction before he scribbled something on a pad and disappeared into the kitchen.

Jane smiled helplessly and chewed her gum as Claire began to suck eagerly on her erect nipple which had never even been tested out on her own baby. She cringed in embarrassment as she heard laughter booming from the kitchen, but she had no choice but to let the pacified Claire suck away in vain. At least she was quiet and her little body was blocking the view of her bare chest from the rest of the bar. She needed to gather Claire up and head for the car as soon as possible but in her current predicament she felt unable to move. Claire sucked harder and harder, surprisingly, almost painfully hard trying to get milk from Jane's nipple. Jane winced slightly, enduring the mild pain as she thought to herself, "I'm sorry dear, there's nothing there for you. I just hope that keeps you quiet till your mother gets back."

Claire was sucking loudly now. The sound of Claire slurping away with purpose mortified Jane. She was hidden in the back booth and no one else seemed to hear the commotion, but still the slurping sucking sound rang in her ears and made her cringe with shame.

"I'm going to kill your mother when she gets back. It's been almost a half-hour now and... ohhHHH..."

Jane felt a warmth spread through her chest as Claire contentedly and rhythmically suckled at the teat.

"Ohhhhhhh... Claire.... oohh..." Jane took rapid nervous breaths... causing her breasts to rise and fall around Claire's little head. "What are you DOING Claire??... oohh..."

She reached down and pulled her nipple from Claire's suctioning mouth and it released with an audible 'pop'.

Claire whined and thrashed her arms about while Jane squeezed her swollen breast, shocked at the sight of milk droplets issuing from her nipple! "My god Claire, look what you've done." Her pulse quickened. She dropped her lactating breast and spit her gum out into her hand, dropping it onto the dirty floor. "Think Jane! What to do!?!" With that she shifted the baby over to the other breast while she tried to halt the flow of milk. The last thing Jane wanted was to start lactating now, in this titty bar, especially after months of struggling to lose weight and refusing to nurse. Claire would just have to suck on her other dry nipple for awhile. But in no time the determined baby had Jane's other tap producing milk as well and every time Jane attempted to pry Claire away from it she would start wailing again. She was left with no choice but to let the child chow down. Soon Claire had emptied out the left breast and began to cry so Jane moved her back to the right breast where she'd started out. Jane meanwhile negotiated and wrestled her left breast with one hand trying to discretely coax it back into the cup of her brassiere but it seemed too swollen to even fit halfway in. As she tried to pull her tattered t-shirt back over to cover her breast the fabric came away in her hand and she quickly stuffed the scrap of cotton in her coat pocket and pulled her baseball jacket around Claire's body.

Soon Claire had emptied out the right tank too and was still hungry for more. Knowing what to do the baby moved back to the first nipple and kept right on sucking.

"My god child. I know you're momma's hung like a cow but I'm not! And I don't WISH to be either so you better be happy with whatchya get!"

Claire continued to suckle, attempting to tease more milk from the Jane's tits. Jane sat nervously waiting, feeling exposed and humiliated, a wet nurse sitting in Hooters with another woman's child suckling at her teat... nothing to cover herself with except a jacket. Her mouth went completely dry. Jane reached for the ice in her empty glass and emptied a cube into her mouth, bit it in half and spit the rest back out. As she sat sucking on the ice cube, trying to remain calm, Jane Allen gasped. An abrupt shudder shook her body, like a strong piss shiver. She swallowed her ice cube and let out a nervous sigh of relief. A tingling flowed through her from head to toe as a great warmth began to radiate inside her tits. A strong pressure was building up behind her burning nipples. She heaved a great shuddering sigh and a let down reflex sent a gush of warm milk into Claire's hungry little stomach. Jane's heart thumped in her chest. She felt milk streaming down from the other nipple at the same time, splattering onto her jeans beneath the table. She reached for her cocktail napkin to catch the flow but it was useless, milk flowed between her fingers and down her forearm as she tried in vain to sop it up. Tears welled in her eyes as she began to sob quietly. She felt afraid, helpless to move or do anything and Kayla was still nowhere in sight. The surly waitress stood impatiently leaning against a booth about 15 feet away. Her drink tray wedged against her waist she observed the troublesome mother in the back booth, seeing to it that she was tending to her hungry baby and keeping it quiet. The bored expression she gave Jane seemed to say, "Better you than me."

Jane smiled bravely through her tears and patted Claire's head like a good mother. Eventually Claire began to coo as she sucked more gently... slowly falling to sleep even while still suckling away. The hovering waitress dropped her tray to her side and strode off to the kitchen. Jane sniffled and wiped her tears away from her cheeks as she cradled Claire in her arms.

  Finally Kayla came sashaying around the bar and slid into the booth next to Jane, giddy with exciting news. As she caught sight of Jane's predicament she was astonished. "Jane I've got great news... I was just talking to... Girlfriend! What happened to you?!?" She saw full well what had happened and saw too that Jane was crying to herself. "Kayla, will you get me home? I want to leave... now... please... you can tell me your news later, okay?"

"But what happened here? Why is your shirt torn? I thought you weren't nursing. You said your breasts were shrinking didn't you?" Kayla opened Jane's jacket and peeked inside at her two glistening wet teats. "Sweetie, what's happened to you?" Kayla pulled Jane's hair out of the way and gently reached in and tentatively touched one of Jane's rock hard tits which were showing tiny blue veins across their surface. Kayla of all people knew the feel of a breast that was engorged with milk. Lightly brushing her finger under her erect nipple Jane shivered and Kayla was rewarded with a palm full of warm clear fluid. "My god girl, I think you're right. We need to get you out of here now." Come on let's go into the bathroom first and put you back together.

Kayla bundled her sleeping baby and her upset friend off to the bathroom.

Safely inside the bathroom and with the door locked Jane erupted uncontrollably into heaving sobs while Kayla tossed the soaked baseball jacket over a stall door and attempted to put the tiny white bra back onto her friend.

"Where were you all that time? Claire...'sniff'... kept crying... SHE did this... she... 'sniff'... tore my shirt and started sucking... people were watching and I didn't know what else to do but let her nurse... I have no idea how it happened. I've never nursed Scottie even once in all this time. I've never even lactated... not even once... until now." Kayla patiently listened to her friend and continued to work the little C cup bra with the thin spaghetti straps.

Holding it up against Jane's tits to demonstrate the great discrepancy in size she innocently remarked, "Girl I don't know how you managed to shoehorn yourself into this little thing this morning. It doesn't even come close to fitting over your boobs." The two women looked down at the white C cups Kayla was laying on Jane's tits, generous tracts of flesh extending well beyond their capacities. Jane's mind reeled with disbelief. Her sobs echoed through the brightly lit tile bathroom. Her body heaved and shook as she stood there. "My figure is shot!!" she thought to herself. It was obvious to anyone that her breasts had somehow experienced a surge of growth in the last hour. They were bigger now than ever, bigger even than her mother's. They looked huge in fact as they stood firmly in the air away in front of her body almost like the augmented breasts she'd seen in Bill's tit magazines.

"They hurt, Kayla. They feel heavy... and hard... and my nipples are so sore." Kayla took Jane's head in her hands and reassured her, staring into her eyes trying to catch her attention.

"Look at me Jane. I know they hurt... believe me, I KNOW." She took a piece of tissue and wiped away the copious streaking Jane's cheeks and kissed her.

"They're engorged with more milk is all. Sweetie... you just need to get it out." Young Kayla caressed her older friend's face, drawing her hands gently down Jane's neck and shoulders until she lightly cupped her friend's two tender baby feeders in both hands. She squeezed softly, testing them to see if she could express the milk. Small droplets formed at Jane's nipples but the pressure behind them just seemed to intensify unbearably.

"That's not going to work is it? Oh, Kayla, it HURTS."

"Sweetie... the only way to get it out is to pump it out. But my pump is at home. Hon, you're gonna have to let Kayla suck it out." Kayla reassured Jane that 'it would be alright' as she proceeded to brush her own cheek against Jane's bosom. Kayla paused to think for a moment. This was certainly nothing she'd ever done before. As she put her lips to Jane's tortured nipple Kayla hesitated briefly. Knowing what was coming next and yearning for some relief, Jane reached out and clutched her friend's head and pulled it gently toward her. Kayla parted her lips and took Jane's nipple into her mouth and sucked, gently at first until the flow started then harder and harder until she could squeeze Jane's boob with her hands to coax hot jets of milk into her mouth which she swallowed every drop of.

"Oh, Kayla... I'm so sorry... what does it taste like... is it disgusting?"

Kayla swallowed a mouthful of Jane's milk and let out a deep breath. She put a finger to her friend's lips to shush her and moved over to other nipple and performed an identical operation on that teat until the pressure in Jane's breasts had abated completely. When satisfied that Jane was milked dry Kayla stepped away and smiled at Jane. "That should hold you till you get home."

Jane looked down at her chest and paused to think. "Home? God Kayla, how can I go home looking like this?"

"Are you kidding? Your baby needs what you've got..." Kayla reached out and lifted up Jane's once again pliable breasts, pressing them softly together, "...and your husband will shoot his load at the mere sight of you... what are you worried about??" Kayla thought this was a perfect opportunity to sway Jane and convince her that her tits were natural... a good thing.

"I'm hideous." Jane sniffled.

"I know how you feel about it but take it from me you are NOT hideous. You're a vision, Jane. As I've told you a thousand times, a large bosom can be a wonderful thing... in more ways than one. I've tried to tell you before but you wouldn't listen. Honey, if you wanted to you could look at this thing as a blessing." Kayla stared her friend in the eye. She was pressing her luck here, but Jane's defenses were lowered as they'd never been before and frankly she needed to hear what Kayla had to say.

Jane thought back to her ugly childish performance before leaving the house earlier... what a production she made of the fact that she'd soon be back into her B cup bras and looking like Twiggy. Her embarrassing crude comments about her 'cow' mom reverberated in her mind... and the double D cup maternity bra which poor Bill spent his hard-earned money on, which she had thrown at him, daring him to take it to her mother! She felt so STUPID! For the first time in her life she felt like a complete idiot. "God, what was I THINKING?!" she thought to herself. Looking down at the two ponderous tits extending from her collar bone Jane called up the image of her rail thin, short-haired 19 year old ideal self and tried to hold it in her mind... for solace.. but it seemed like such a distant memory now, unattainable , fading from view.

Her mind just wasn't working right.

"I just can't... I can't bear to face him... this can't be happening. Kayla? Why did you leave? Why weren't you there??" She raised a hand to cover her mouth, accidentally bumping her breast on the way up. As she held her hand over her mouth, trying hard to think, Kayla pressed Jane's two boobs gently together, creating a good 10" of deep cleavage.

"Okay, just calm down Janie. No use crying over spilled milk, right? RIGHT??" She tried to ease the tension with a joke and tease a smile out of her rattled friend but she wasn't quite connecting at the moment.

"Besides, this thing is probably temporary, right?. You'll be back to your normal self in no time. You'll see. You can explain what happened to Bill and he'll understand. You shouldn't worry." Unable to think of any recourse, Jane resigned herself her immediate fate and resolved simply to get herself home.

"I don't know... I suppose so....but... gahh!!... I can't THINK straight, Kayla... my mind is all a jumble..."

"But what will you wear? Hmmm... This old bra is no good." Kayla handed Jane her old C cupper and scratched her chin in thought. Holding the dainty little brassiere up in front of her boobs again Jane looked perplexed. She couldn't believe that just 8 hours ago she'd been able to fit into it. Were her boobs really THAT SMALL?? She had difficulty picturing her normal body now... difficulty picturing her morning back at the house, rummaging around for that bra... it all seemed a blur in her muddled mind... like a dream.

Jane let out a heavy sigh, her chest rising and falling with her deep breath, "I'll just wear my jacket I guess."

As she reached for the baseball jacket she felt it squish in her fingers... it was soaked through with milk and was not wearable.

"I KNOW!!!" Kayla had an idea.

She pulled her arms into her shirt and squirmed out of her own bra, pulling it out of the arm holes of her top. "You can wear my bra until you get home, and you can wear one of THESE over it..." with that she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a white Hooters t-shirt and gave it to her friend. "This is the great news I wanted to tell you. I'm going to start working here... Monday night! The manager said that with my rack I'd HAUL in the tips, an easy $300 a night he said, just to wait tables... can you believe it?"

"You can't be SERIOUS."

Kayla stood behind Jane, wrapping her bra around her from the back and expertly fastening its 4 rows of clasps in one quick movement. "Jane, you know how badly I need the money... and besides, it'll only be for a short while, until I can save up a few grand and get my head above water again... I figure I'll be able to pay off all my credit cards within six months."

Finished strapping her friend in, Kayla patted on Jane's back and turned her around.

Jane faced her friend, wearing her friend's brassiere, "I guess so... but Hooters??"

"It'll be something to tell my grandkids about anyhow... and a good excuse to meet guys to boot."

Kayla brushed Jane's messy head of hair aside and tugged on the harness, noting that it fit her friend almost too well. The shoulder straps didn't even seem to need adjusting.

"Kayla: Can this be your bra I'm wearing? Is it your nursing bra??"

"No dear. It's my push up underwire." She took her friend's shoulders in hand and inspected her from the front.

"No way are her tits swelling out over the tops of the cups like that." Kayla thought to herself.

"This is a 44" FF brasseire??!?" Jane prodded.

"Here sweetie, you need to pull the cups out and settle into it. Here, shake it a little bit. Thaaat's it." Kayla pulled the brassiere this way and that until Jane had the perfect fit.

"There. My god Jane, it looks great on you. You look very sexy!"

"Kayla... I just went from a D cup to an FF cup in an hour. How could that be?"

"I don't know doll. I don't know. It just is. Here, put on this shirt and let's get out of here so I can put Debbie and Claire to bed already." She rolled up the XL Hooters tee and jerked it hurriedly over Jane's head and down over her bust.

"Oh, do you want your jacket?"

"You mean Bill's jacket. No, it's ruined I think. Throw it in the trash... but here, give me my bra. I still hope to wear that again one day soon."

She tried to jam her old bra into her hip pocket while Kayla gathered up Claire for the ride home, but even her jeans were tighter and now looked like they'd been painted on. She instinctively stuffed the bra down into her cleavage as though she'd done it a thousand times before. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror and could not believe the sight of herself, stacked to the hilt, a perfect 44" FF packed into a brand new bright white tight-fitting Hooters t-shirt, her thick mass of wavy red hair all tousled and ratty looking like a banshee. Inside she laughed at the sight of herself but was also slightly spellbound. The sight of the hypnotic orange logo and those two owl's eyes stared back at her from the mirror. She tossed her hair back and pulled up on the bra's wide straps for comfort then tugged on the heavy underwire and jostled her large breasts expertly into place as she thought of the silly waitresses out in the bar and their modest C and D cup bustlines. When she thought of the unhelpful bitch who had waited on her Jane pulled her shoulders back and swiveled at the hips, inspecting her proud bust, eyes locked in on that hoot owl's haunting stare, thinking how she'd love to put that women to shame.

"I'd steal the show with tits like this." She thought to herself as she felt her nipples tingle.

"I'd get all her tips and she'd soon be out of a job."

With that thought in mind Jane Allen giggled aloud in a high girlish tone that was not like her at all.

Kayla had Claire wrapped up and ready to go. "You feeling better girl? Good to hear you laughing."

Jane didn't realize she'd giggled aloud. As though she'd been caught being naughty she thrust her hands up to cover her boobs and to hide the Hooters logo that she had been momentarily hypnotized by. She felt her hard nipples poking pleasurably against her palms. She looked meekly out at her friend from behind her mess of tousled hair which hung down in front of her face.

"Jane Allen... LOOK at you. We're like identical twins now." Kayla said, looking into the mirror standing behind Jane, undoing her own pony tail and teasing out her silky black hair.

Jane stood back and dropped her hands to her sides as she looked again in the mirror with wide eyes, feeling Kayla's unsupported though still firm breasts pressing into her back.

"You should come here and work with me. We'd be the dynamic duos." she said as she lifted Jane's long hair up off her shoulders into a pretty do.

Jane blushed at the suggestion and smiled demurely.

"You're thinking about it aren't you!!" Kayla said as she took in the alluring scent of Jane's hair.

"Kay, I couldn't even if I wanted to. Somebody has to stay home with Scottie during the week while my Bill is at work."

"A convenient excuse smart girl, but what about the evenings? You could come and work with me in the evenings a couple of nights a week couldn't you?" Kayla offered Jane a piece of bubble gum, which Jane popped into her mouth.

"Here, take two... they're little."

As she worked the two pieces of gum into a big bubble Jane admired herself in the mirror with a buzz of awe and liking that felt foreign to her. But nice! Thoughts of Bill and her dear son flooded her mind as she sized herself up. She visualized herself and Kayla waiting tables at Hooters and for some reason found she was liking the idea!

"Do you think so?" she quizzed, as a devilish smile played at the corner of her busy mouth.

Kayla started to speak but Jane cut her off.

"But what would BILL think!?!?" Jane posed the scandalous question with a note of urgency.

"Who CARES what Bill would think? Are you afraid he'd be JEALOUS?? After the jealousy you felt all those years he spent with his magazine mistresses? It would serve him right to feel jealousy's sting for once... and with that bod you'd have him on a string." Kayla seemed really into this idea of punishing Bill as she played the devil's advocate with Jane.

"Kaylaaaaa... I LOVE my Bill... But... maybe you're right. Maybe I am entitled. But..."

"But NOTHING... You're damn right I'm right... You're entitled. He OWES you Jane... that man owes you more than you'll ever know. Look at yourself in the mirror. Take a good look. You're gonna have Bill and every other warm-blooded man out there eating out of your hand from now on if you want to. I say don't blow this opportunity... work it to your advantage... grab 'em by the balls and take control! Now, come on honey, let's get the hell out of here. We can talk more about all this in the car, can't we?"

Jane jawed her bubblegum, chewing with her mouth hanging open, snapping and cracking loudly as she and Kayla made their way over to where her car was parked. Jane enjoyed the wonderful soft feel of her chest bouncing up and down in exact time with Kayla's as the two strode across the empty parking lot. Jane's excitement rose up like a fluffy souffle in the short time it took them to make it from the bathroom back to the car and onto the main road toward home. As Jane drove herself and Kayla homeward she couldn't stop talking about what had happened that night, about everything Kayla had just told her about feeling good and confident about her sudden transformation and specifically about the bar and the prospect of the two of them working there side by side. It felt like the more she talked the less she even doubted that anything was wrong in the slightest. The insanity and unreality of what had actually happened for some reason no longer occurred to her. Jane suddenly was thrilled at the very thought that she was exactly the same size as her busty friend. It was something she'd never dreamed possible but now that the stark reality of it was upon her, Jane felt closer to Kayla than ever.

"We'd only do it for a six months, right? Until we both save up 10 grand?" Jane was now speculating wildly, wholly excited about the idea of working at Hooters. Somewhere buried in the back of her giddy mind she still vaguely believed that by the end of a the summer she'd be back down to a C cup anyhow, if not a B. She briefly replayed for a fleeting moment all her old tapes regarding the oft talked about plan to get her old body back. She couldn't even visualize it at the moment though and didn't particularly feel much like trying. There would be plenty of time for thinking later. As she absent-mindedly blew a big bubble she soaked in Kayla's friendly advice. Kayla had been right about the natural pleasures of motherhood and she was surely right about the pleasures that a bountiful bosom would bring. She glanced across the front seat, eyeing Kayla's 44's pointing the way home, then she looked down at her own chest, amazed that it was really her, filling out KAYLA'S bra!! Dammit, she WOULD seize the moment. She'd be as carefree and confident as KAYLA always was. She would indulge herself... she was going to enjoy her sexy new self, be just like KAYLA!... at least while it lasted. Besides, the chance may never come again. As she came to a decision she inhaled, collapsing the pinkish bubble into her mouth, arching her back making her bust rise up in front of the steering wheel. Feeling her old C cup bra crushed flat inside her cleavage she giggled again out loud, inadvertently causing the car horn to beep.

Jane jumped back from the wheel, startled by the loud beep her burgeoning bosom had sounded.

Kayla looked knowingly over at her old friend in the new Hooters t-shirt and suppressed a laugh, the wrong kind of laugh.

As she pulled into the driveway Jane Allen panicked, fanning her face anxiously with her hands, "Omigod! Kayla, help! What am I going to tell him?"

"Just let him get a good look at you, honey. The rest will take care of itself. You'll find the words.. but, girl, I honestly don't think you're going to NEED words." This was a huge relief to Jane right now and she took Kayla's advise to heart.

"I wonder what he's gonna say??" Jane asked, still fanning her face anxiously.

Kayla offered Jane another piece of gum, which she anxiously popped into her mouth, adding it to the wad. "Honey, when he sees you... HE'S gonna be speechless, believe me!"

Jane shared a laugh with her best friend. They felt like a couple of cliquish sorority girls to her. Just then a light came on at the back kitchen door. Bill stepped outside in his socks and sweat pants with a sleeping 3 year old girl in his arms, waving to Kayla with his foot and smiling. He shielded his eyes but couldn't see them with the car's headlights shining in his face, so he stood there and waited for them to turn the car off.

"Look, he can't see us because of your 'headlights'."

Jane looked at Kayla blankly for a few beats, chomping on her gum, pulling a strand of hair out of her mouth, then suddenly she laughed... a tad bit TOO hard at her friend's clever joke... like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard in her life.

Gathering herself together Jane removed her wad of bubblegum and held it in the air stuck to the tip of her finger. She stared at it intently as she prepared to confront Bill, working up her nerve, an utterly vacant look in her eye.

"You like that gum, honey? Jane?? Are you okay?"

"OH!! WAIT A MINNIT!!!" Jane snapped out of her trance and reached down inside her shirt with her free hand. She retrieved the little white bra and hung it from her rear view mirror. "For good luck!"

"What do you mean, 'for good luck'?"

"I don't know...I mean... for old time's sake! I don't want to forget where I came from is all. Besides, I'll probably be wearing that bra again soon, right?" She said as she stuck her gum back in her mouth.

"Whatever you say sweetie... whatever you say." Kayla smiled broadly as she stepped out of the car. Before she swung the door shut she leaned down and looked her good friend in the eye.

"Whaaaat?" Jane asked.

"Hooo!! Hooo!!" Kayla said as she slammed the car door and headed up the drive toting Claire in the car seat.

Jane sat in the front seat laughing at hilarious Kayla, her boobies jiggling like jello inside her new Hooters tee. She looked on as Bill woke Debbie and sat her down. Kayla petted Debbie on the head and mouthed a few words of gratitude as she smiled at Bill and shook his hand in a rather businesslike manner. Jane only noticed how her husband's eyes were glued to Kayla's breasts which at the moment were swaying unfettered inside her loose blouse. As Bill spoke directly to her tits Kayla stole a glance at Jane and winked, acknowledging 'Bill's Obsession' (which hardly needed pointing out.) Sexily Kayla leaned sideways and reached up with one arm to vigorously shake out her hair, setting her free-swinging tits into motion, jerking the folds of her wrinkled blouse every which way but loose. She appeared for some reason to be giving Bill and Jane both a real eye-popping demonstration of expert tit jiggling, right there in the driveway bathed in the bright glare of Jane's headlights. His eyes riveted to her movements, Kayla finally took Bill's chin in hand and forced him to look her in the eyes, wagging a naughty finger at him before she skipped off with her daughters and disappeared into her house.

This little driveway scene provided the two girlfriends with one last shared laugh after a long and eventful day on the town.

Bill said goodnight to Kayla and Debbie then walked toward the car to help his wife. Jane hunched over the steering wheel to prolong the inevitable, concealing her huge surprise for a moment longer. With a big dumb smile plastered on his tired face Bill rapped on the glass to get her to come out but she pretended to be reaching for something under the seat. "You go in honey, I'm riiiiiiiiight behind you."

"Do you need help with anything??"

"Oh no. I've got it. I'll just be a second, dear. You go on ahead." she chuckled to herself, impressed with her own cleverness.

"Alright then. I'm going to put out the garbage, annnd... I'll see you back in the house."

As he rounded the corner into the back yard Jane saw Bill's pole pitching a nice-sized tent in his sweatpants. She slowly removed her gum again as she eyed her husband's package, sticking the chewy wad onto the dashboard for another time. When he was safely out of sight Jane got out of the car and stole into the house through the front door. Dropping her purse at the foot of the stairs she headed straight for their bedroom where hopefully she'd have a least a couple of minutes to prepare for Bill's big shock. She stepped out of her painfully tight jeans then realized what really needed to be done: she needed to get out of that Hooters t-shirt and stow it away somewhere. If Bill saw her in that thing there'd be no living it down. Better to wait until next week to break the news to him about her crazy new career ambitions. "First things first." She snapped the waistband of her panties and thought hard as she whipped through her closet looking for something that looked right. She passed by one shirt after another, unable to make a decision. They all looked either too small or too sheer or too bright or too bold or... whatever... time was running out! Finally, as she reached up to pull her bath robe off its hook she felt a pair of strong hands reach around her waist and pull her backwards.

"Mmmm, I missed you today." Bill softly said as he buried his face in his wife's luxurious thick hair and inhaled deeply of its perfume. "I'm glad you're finally home."

"Is the baby put to bed?"

"Mmmm hmm... he's sound asleep."

Bill hugged her tighter around the waist, pressing he erect cock against his wife's ass.

"Bill, I, I..... I missed you TOO... today... honey."

Honey? "She MUST be in a good mood" Bill thought to himself as he subtly rocked his hips and rubbed his cock up against his wife.

Jane felt her nipples tingle inside Kayla's bra. As the thought of Bill's hard cock straining inside his sweatpants quickly began to take over her mind she closed her eyes in the darkened closet and placed her two hands atop his and hiked her ass up into the air to receive his thrusts. Bill was amazed at her willingness and breathed heavy on her neck as his member surged with blood, growing stiffer as it wedged between Jane's plump ass cheeks.

"Mmmm, that feels good..." Jane whispered as Bill's cock glided across her silk panties forcing her cheeks apart with each rhythmic rocking of their hips.

Bill moaned softly in her ear and kept pumping slowly but firmly into the crack of his wife's wonderful round ass, "I love you Jane. I'll always love you."

As she relished the feel of Bill's stiff rod stroking across her anus Jane thought to herself, "Oh Jeez, don't get mushy on me now, big boy."

"I love you TOO honey... I, .......mmmMM... I love you too..."

She bit her lip and clamped tightly down on Bill's hands, wanting nothing but for her huge stud to tear her panties off and fuck her on the spot. She could feel her nipples straining inside the confinement of Kayla's brassiere, her breasts were heaving in time with her labored breathing... a powerful warmth radiated throughout her entire body... she felt like she was on fire. For only the second time in their relationship no thought of turning her husband away entered Jane's mind. As she felt his huge balls bumping softly against the back of her soft thighs Jane felt lightheaded. It dawned on her that for the first time in their 4 year marraige her mouth was actually watering, she was panting, moaning with anticipation, aching for her husband's beautiful huge cock. Something came unstuck in her muddled mind. As Bill patiently gyrated behind her Jane's thoughts took on a their old quickness and fluidity like she'd not felt all evening. What a relief! She let her mind roam free... she thought of her husband's throbbing cock. She wanted Bill to shove his dick deep in her ass. She wanted him to impale her soaking wet cunt and ram away with all his force. Her thoughts buzzed now with lightning speed. She wanted to suck and lick her husband's beautiful cock... wanted him to hold her immobile as he forced his entire 10 inches down her throat. Jane's heart thumped deep in her chest beneath her 44s which wanted desperately to be unleashed. Kayla's bra felt tight now... like a prison. She wanted to fling it off and smother Bill with her huge tits.

Just then a painful memory made an abrupt, rude intrusion into Jane's racing mind, pushing Bill's gorgeous manhood aside for the moment... she saw herself throwing her old double D maternity bra at her husband in anger. She felt mortified, mad at herself for having such gall, for wanting to humiliate her husband out of such selfish foolish pride. Her brain doubled over... her thoughts came grinding to a halt. More than anything she wanted to make it ALL up to him now... wanted to make up all the years she'd shortchanged her poor husband in the bedroom. Just then the lovely image of herself standing in the mirror in the brightly lit bathroom at Hooters came to her rescue, crowding its way in it took hold, recapturing her imagination... she pictured the tight white t-shirt she was still wearing here in the darkened bedroom... her head flooded with light as she held the delightful airy image fixed in her mind ...her huge bust stretching the orange Hooters logo wider and wider, the "oo" eyes of the owl distorted into ovals... she recalled Kayla's last words to her in the car, "Hoooo! Hoooo!" and a moistness came on between her legs ...in her mind's eye her t-shirt stretched taut across her swollen bust, her dark stiff nipples forcing their way through the fabric. While her husband's throbbing member continued to slowly plow away she without thinking hiked her ass further and more suggestively into the air and invited it in. In a moment of Enlightenment she visualized her shirt swelling, her breasts overflowing their cups... Jane Allen wanted her husband's cock between her tits! As soon as possible!

"Bill... I want you."

"Oh honey."

"I want you NOW... take your sweatpants off, ok?"

Bill stopped his gyrations, "You'll have to let go of my hands then." Jane's tight grip on Bill's hands had nearly cut off his circulation. As she released her vice grip on him Bill wrung out his fingers and quickly pulled down his sweatpants. He freed his 10 inch monster which bobbled free, coming to rest atop Jane's protruding ass which was still proudly standing out, obediently awaiting his next move. With her back still to her husband Jane reached forward and braced herself on the door frame, took a step or two back and spread her legs wide as she seductively swung her wide hips to the left and to the right causing the wrinkles in her silk panties to shift in zig zag patterns as they stretched tightly across her behind.

"Will you turn off the light baby?" Still she had not yet worked up the nerve to turn around.

"Sure thing." Bill fell all over himself to get to the light. In the moonlight that fell across the room he could still see his wife's white panties shining in the darkness. His own wife spread eagle in the closet doorway was a strange sight to behold. Unexpected and overpowering, but enticing beyond his wildest imagination. She was like a completely different woman. "You should go out drinking more often" he thought to himself as he reapproached her. Jane continued to swing her hips and wiggle her ass lewdly, unable just yet to turn around and face her lover. Bending slightly at the waist she took still another step back from the door frame and spread her feet wider apart.

"Take my panties off??" Jane bit down on her lip and seethed. Bill obliged his pleading wife. As he pealed her panties down over her beautiful ass she wriggled her hips, making her utters move back and forth inside her friend's bra. It was a feeling she'd never experienced before and she liked it, the weight of them which asserted itself with her every move... the way they heavily swung from her body pulling her to the left and to the right as her center of gravity followed THEIR movements. She managed in this way to shift her tits inside the brassiere and could feel the silken fabric caress her sensitive nipples.

Bill meanwhile was tugging on her panties trying to remove them. "You're going to have to put your legs together a bit..."

Jane felt her pussy lips open like a flower as a wonderful moistness announced itself between her legs.

"You can get them off can't you? You're strong."

With no effort at all Bill ripped his wife's panties from her body like so much tissue paper, freeing the two full cheeks of her ass which jiggled like two globes of jello in the moonlight. Jane curled her upper lip back as she seethed through clenched teeth.

"Fuck me... come ON Bill... fuck me now..."

Jane shook her creamy naked ass in his face without shame. Bill reached a hand down between her legs and felt her engorged pussy which was swollen like he'd never felt it before. Her puffy wet lips seemed to pull his probing fingers inside. In no time his whole hand was immersed in his wife's twat which was drenched and dripping with moistness.

"Oh, go ahead... fuck me honey... COME ON... PUT IT IN..."

With that Bill took his cock in hand at its base and squeezed it, pulling up in one long stroke, releasing a stream of thick pre-cum onto his wife's ass. Jane reached around and scooped the dribbles of cum off her behind and licked her fingers clean while Bill aimed the tip of his cock at her anxious hole and plunged it in. To his surprise Jane let out nary a squeal... and none of her usual criticisms to "go slow" or "be careful" or the worst of all "STOP".

"Oh lover, you feel so goooood inside me."Jane cooed as she quickly returned her slippery cum-soaked hand to the door frame for support.

Bill carefully immersed the full 10 inches of his engorged member before he hit bottom and still his wife maneuvered her hips higher into the air, offering herself up for deeper penetration.

"Come on big boy... give it all you've got... harder."

This was something he'd never heard from any woman ever. In fact no woman had ever taken all 10 inches of him down to the base in the first stroke like that. Tonight his own wife was begging for it though. It was a dream come true for the handsome young research chemist with the massive cock. Bill Allen began for the first time in years to pump his wife harder... and deeper. Grabbing hold of her flared hips for control he gradually picked up speed and fucked Jane with more and more force until his balls were slapping loudly against her thighs.

"Oh Bill, that's it! Yes! Harder... HARRRDER... DEEPER... Come on..."

Jane Allen was getting the fucking of her life and wanted it to go on forever. She loved the sexy feel of her heavy tits bouncing up and down on her chest, weighing her down from the above while her stud husband pumped her with his pile driver from below. Bill rammed his loving wife harder and harder. As he was practically knocking her off her feet she suddenly lost her grip on the door frame. Caught and held aloft by her able-bodied man Jane flailed her limbs helplessly, giving herself over completely to the wild, standing fuck her man was putting to her. Bill was sweating bullets as he held his wife aloft from her hips, bearing all her weight in his legs while he pumped her up and down on his pole like a real live doll.

"OH GOD! You feel so good my love... fuck me." She threw her head back, intentionally tossing her long thick perfumed hair into her lover's face.

Jane's t-shirt was creeping up her back as her husband bounced her on his thick rod. As he put her feet back down onto the floor Bill pushed his wife's new shirt up her back and smoothed the palm of his hand over her supple spine. Jane abruptly stepped away and expelled Bill's slurping rod from her. In one swift motion she jerked her shirt back down then without turning around dropped to her knees and got on all fours. Jane bent down with her ass sticking straight in the air, down low enough that her huge FF balloons were squashed against the floor. She layed on top of her breasts and drew her arms in to her sides and wiggled her ass to distract Bill a little longer.

"You wanna fuck me in the ass?" She reached out in the darkness to grab Bill's arm and pull him closer but couldn't reach him.

"Honey??"

Bill reached down and put his strong hands on Jane's waist and lifted her to her feet. He stood his wife upright and slowly turned her around to look at her face.

"Oh BILL!!!" Jane clung to her man, hugging him tightly around the waist as he wrapped his arms around her.

"What? What is it?" Bill held her close, whispering to the top of her head as he stroked her long hair. Suddenly her tension melted away. Jane felt like a soft little girl as she collapsed in her great big lover's manly embrace.

"I don't know how to tell you this, lover."

"Tell me what?" He pulled Jane away and held her at arms length to get a look at her.

Jane looked up at him with swooning eyes, batting her eyelashes submissively, chewing her lip. She was at a loss for words, but her filled-to-capacity Hooters t-shirt spoke for itself.

"Is this some kind of a JOKE Jane?!?! Are you putting me on?"

Jane's heart sunk to the floor. "Oh NO... he thinks he's butt of another one of his dumb mean ol' wife's cruel jokes" she thought to herself.

"It's no JOKE, Bill my love... they're REAL." Jane smiled tentatively at her husband, anxious now to prove that she was not putting him on, her tits were indeed all too real.

"What do you mean they're real?" A skeptical Bill reached over to squeeze what he surely suspected was her big tissue-stuffed bra and instead found a handful of real live pliable Jane Allen titflesh. Immediately he raised a hand up to her other breast and squeezed them both at once, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"I don't get it... what happened to you? Didn't you leave here today in your old C cup bra? And where did the Hooters t-shirt come from?" he asked as he gently plied her bosom with his large hands, stirring his dangling member to greater heights.

Jane stuck out her lower lip and sighed as she looked down at herself demurely, pulling the hair back from her face with two hooked index fingers. The orange hoot owl stared up at her in the moonlight, quieting her while Bill massaged her breasts stiffly, officially testing them out, inspecting them, but enjoying it completely. His questions had ceased. He was more interested it seemed in copping a feel than he was in hearing any long-winded explanation which was a huge relief to Jane right now. She no longer had to worry about his shocked reaction! Kayla was right; big tits would explain themselves quickly enough to a man like Bill. Jane began to feel wet between her legs again as Bill handled her fresh merchandise for the first time.

"So then?? Tell me. What happened?" he asked calmly.

"Mmm... heh, well... it's a long story... and I still don't get why it happened... or HOW it happened. I can't hardly THINK straight right now for some reason... it's all like a blur, you know? Does that ever happen to you, honey???"

"Sure. Sometimes, I guess it does." Bill reached for the hem of her shirt and paused as if to ask if it was alright to remove it. Jane raised her arms into the air like a little kid and smiled up at him.

"Ok: so, well... anyhow, Kayla wanted to go for a drink, right? ...and I agreed to GO with her... to HOOTERS (uf awl plathes)" her voice trailed off, muffled by her shirt as Bill pulled it up over her head. Jane now stood before him naked except for Kayla's tailor-made 44" FF brassiere. Jane continued right on talking as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Anyhow, so I was just sitting there with Claire drinking my iced tea... Kayla left me stranded there, you know?... alone for like, almost an hour, right?... with HER baby."

Bill was speechless as he listened. He tossed the t-shirt onto the bed and turned back to feast his eyes on his buxom drop dead gorgeous wife standing before him in nothing but a huge bra, which she filled out spectacularly, babbling on, making very little sense.

"Claire started to cry because she was like hungry, right?... I didn't know WHAT to do or WHERE to go... and then she.... pulled on my shirt.... like.... THIS..." she temptingly pulled back very slowly on one cup of her bra for emphasis, suggestively exposing half of one of her soft mountains for her husband to see. He reached up and caressed it lightly with his fingertips as if it were a priceless work of art he dared not touch.

"Next thing I knew... she was..... like.... sucking away at my nipple, you know?" Jane tilted her head, tossing her full mane of hair aside as she pulled down suggestively on the other cup and pushed the another mountain of flesh half way out, pressing her boobs together gently so Bill could see her cleavage.

Bill's eyes were popping out of his head. Jane looked at her husband seductively, enjoying the effect she was having on him. "I just, like, let her suck away... it kept her quiet and besides I never dreamed there was even a drop of milk for her so what harm could it do, right?" Her hair fell back into her face and into her mouth. As she continued talking Bill pulled a stray strand of hair from her mouth, "I was just... like... STUCK there. You know? It was like... I guess I didn't know WHAT to do."

'You, just SAID that already." Bill pointed out, a bemused expression playing across his lips.

"Wellll? What COULD I do?? It was soooo embarrassing but I just held her close so no one would see anything, you know? ...I just sat there and hoped Kayla would return soon... but I kept like waiting and waiting and she like never came and before I knew it Claire was actually NURSING. I never dreamed there was even a drop of milk for her." Jane stepped away from Bill for a moment, picked up her Hooters tee and tossed it into her closet.

"What do you mean she was nursing?"

"I mean I started nursing, LACTATING, right there in the bar... and somehow the pressure built up real fast... my breasts got like engorged with all this milk and, well, they swelled up, as you can see. This is Kayla's bra."

"That's KAYLA'S bra, huh? What size is SHE?" Bill could not admit that he had long ago sussed this information out for himself. He knew the answer to his own question, but right now he just wanted to hear it from Jane's lips.

"44" double F" she said with a note of pride as she softly smoothed her hands adoringly down over her curves. Bill repeated, "44 double F" under his breath, just moving his lips to himself.

"But it feels kinda tight."

As she gazed into her husband's eyes for a reaction to that bombshell of information she again pulled down further on her cups, further exposing her boobs which swelled up and out like bread dough from their confinement. Bill licked his lips and smiled, unable to meet her gaze at the moment. He reached out and mashed his wife's boobs together and massaged them roughly through the huge bra... his breathing growing heavier.

"Did you hear me?"

"44" double F... yeah I heard you... and I BELIEVE you."

"Honey, you wanna help me out of this thing?" Jane crossed her arms in front of her, blocking her bosom from her husband's reaching hands. She turned around so Bill could undo her clasps. In the darkness Bill anxiously fumbled with the 4 rows of hooks, his fingers literally shaking as Jane reached behind her and took his huge cock in her delicate hand and pulled hard.

"Can you get it? Kayla put this thing on me in the bathroom at the bar... she was like such a huge help Bill... I don't know what I'd have done without her. hee hee... I guess she coulda been a bigger help if she'd come like 10 minutes sooner...then I guess I wouldn't even BE in this predicament..." she smiled to herself at the mere suggestion, knowing how incredibly horny she was making her man, glad now that Kayla DID NOT show up until she did. Bill continued to fumble with the hooks on her tight-fitting brassiere as Jane slipped her hand down and cupped his balls.

  "I was SUPRISED how much milk was in there... my clothes were like completely soaked... your jacket was ruined so I threw it out. The stuff just poured everywhere."

Bill thought for a moment about his old high school varsity baseball jacket. That jacket had meant the world to him over the years.

"You threw it OUT?" Bill asked nervously as he continued to wrestle with the row of hooks.

"I told you... it was soaking wet. There was milk all over everything." Jane said off-handedly as she fondled Bill's blue balls roughly. So long baseball jacket. Such were the sacrifices one would have to make from now on. Bill was more concerned at the moment with the stubborn hooks and was about to shoot his load when his wife squeezed down a little too hard on his nuts.

"DAMN!!!"

"Can't you get it sweetheart?" Jane asked in a sing-song tone of voice.

"No, I can GET it." With that Bill pulled hard and ripped open the row of clasps. The two halves of Kayla's bra parted and fell loose atop Jane's huge teardrop pillows. Jane lifted the bra up over her head and turned around. With a dainty pinky finger raised in the air for added effect, Jane looked her husband in the eye and dropped Kayla's brassiere away from her body. The huge bra fell to the floor with a thud and Jane threw her arms around her husband's neck and gave him a deep kiss as she pressed her soft jugs against his bare skin for the first time. Bill was swimming in the delicious feeling of his huge breasted wife as she mashed her tits against him in a circular motion while she passionately jammed her tongue down his throat.

Jane leaned up to whisper girlishly in his ear, "I still don't get why they swole up so much so fast. It don't make no sense... but I don't mind... if you don't..."

She pulled back from her man, inviting him to play with her gigantic tits which were almost as large as her head. Jane Allen was a vision of pure unadulterated lust to her husband. He hefted one breast tentatively up and let if flop back down, then the other. This made Jane giggle and gasp for air. She tucked her chin and looked down at herself and she fanned herself with her hands while her husband massaged her tits together and manipulated her enlarged nipples. Jane's eyes rolled back in her head and she smiled. "God, they grew more SENSITIVE too... TONS more sensitive... your hands feel SOOO good..." Bill leaned down to put his mouth on her left nipple when Jane grabbed the back of his head roughly and pulled him to her. When he made his move over to the other nipple Jane reached up and pressed both of her balloons against her old breast-obsessed lover's pretty little head, smothering him in her exceedingly soft mounds of flesh.

"Oh, honey... I want to make you to make luuuuv to me... I want to smother you with my big boobs... I want to mother you... I want to be a better mother to our baby too.... she deserves a real mommy... I was wrong about the bottle..."

Bill looked up at his wife, "You mean HE deserves a real mommy, right?"

Jane glided gracefully across the room to the foot of their bed and sat down.

"Right... he deserves a real mommy... what'd I say??" she asked as she sucked her index finger, sizing up her man with her hungry eyes.

With Bill standing in front of her she seized his erect cock with both hands and caressed it lovingly. Squeezing his balls she dragged her moist lips crudely up and down his engorged shaft, tracing its thick veins delicately with the tip of her tongue while she looked up at him.

"Mmmmm. Did I ever tell you I LOVE your huge cock?"

"No Jane. You never did." Bill smiled down on her.

"Well then, I just don't know what was wrong with me. I DO love it. GOD, you're so huge!"

Jane kissed the tip of Bill's cock's smooth head which was swollen and purple like a ripe plum. She rubbed the entire length of his shaft adoringly against her cheek, purring with eyes closed.

"When I think of all the women out there....mmmmm... who'd kill for a cock like you yours... when I think that I've got you all to myself... well, I... " She looked into his eyes earnestly, "I just hope you'll let me take care of you... I wanna keep you satisfied, forever." With that she took Bill's cock into her mouth for the first time ever, easing it down her throat, carefully sucking as it hollowed her cheeks. Bill couldn't believe his eyes when his wife's lips came tentatively down around the base of his 10" long erection. He gently caressed her throat with the back of one hand while he rested the other carefully on top of her head. Jane sat motionless, silent, submissively breathing through her nose for a moment while she fondled his balls which were aching and swollen as large as eggs inside their smooth sac. Jane withdrew after a few moments and Bill watched the length of his engorged cock emerge slowly from his wife's mouth as she stared back at him, her eyes like blue-green flame in the moonlight. Jane licked her lips seductively, "Mmmmmm, you taste good."

She pumped Bill's saliva-soaked dick vigorously and smoothed some saliva down into her cleavage, twirling her own nipples between her fingers as she motioned for him to come closer for his very first tit fuck. Jane hefted her right breast up, parting her cleavage so Bill could place his member between her balloons. When she had him in position she squeezed both boobs together forcefully, trapping him there. With his cock ensconced finally in his wife's deep cleavage Bill commenced a pumping motion. The feeling was wonderful. Jane Allen bent her head sharply down so she could take Bill's cock into her mouth as it bobbed in and out of her cleavage. Bill bucked his hips and stared in wonder as his wife hungrily bobbed her head up and down on top of his cock. With every thrust Jane's huge boobs would bounce up against her chin, pushing her back as her eager mouth pushed forward and tried to swallow his swollen head. He pumped at her tits with relish for a couple of minutes until Jane had an idea of her own.

"Bill Allen, you tit-crazy fool... I wanna fuck YOU now.. c'mere..." she took his hand in hers and pulled him down onto the bed next to her.

"Lay back and let ME fuck YOU."

This was another first. Never before had Jane wanted it on top. The couple's whole sex life had never deviated far from the same old missionary position; Bill on Jane, pumping her cautiously and as carefully as possible until SHE decided she was too sore to continue. Then if he was lucky, she'd finish him off with a mechanical hand job, often with a bored expression on her face because she was by then preoccupied with the soreness between her legs.

But that was then this was, well... something else!

Bill Allen laid back onto the bed until his head rested on the pillow. He watched as his huge breasted wife climbed up on top of him, udders swaying back and forth and slapping against her thighs as she crawled around on the sheets. Jane straddled Bill's stomach. She could feel his cock bumping into her ass as she bent over her man. Dangling her tantalizing knockers in front of his face she rocked her shoulders back and forth, teasingly dragging both nipples across his lips while she purred with pleasure. Slowly she eased backward. Positioning Bill's cock into her dripping wet snatch she moved further back, impaling herself on his huge club, licking her lips repeatedly as she let out a deep husky moan. Bill began to pump his hips and massaged the tits his wife was shoving in his face. When Jane threw her head back and arched her back Bill saw nothing but her massive twin peaks rising up into the air above him. It was a glorious sight to behold. Jane rocked her hips with great force, digging in as she worked Bill's cock further into the deepest recesses of her cunt. Bill squeezed both her huge nipples at once, tugging on them, pulling them together until both of his wife's massive boobs were drawn together to a meeting point. Jane leaned forward so Bill could take both her nipples into his eager mouth. Bill sucked hard on both teats simultaneously, sending a powerful bolt of electricity into Jane's loins. Feeling his wife's vaginal muscles contract tightly around the base of his cock Bill pumped and bucked his hips harder and harder bringing his sexually reborn lover to a crashing climax. As Jane's massive orgasm exploded she collapsed onto Bill, smothering him in tit, desperately rubbing it in his face. Bill grabbed one boob and pinched hard on its nipple, sending Jane into series of repeating orgasms. First one, then another, then another, then another, then another. Jane offered the other nipple up to her lover's mouth for him to suck and then gathered her other tit together, shoving a second nipple into his mouth, burying him once again, smothering her lover. Bill sucked harder, and harder until another powerful orgasm exploded causing Jane's body to spasm and causing her pussy to convulse rhythmically on his cock, milking it, squeezing it. Soon Bill was pumping teacups of hot cum into his wife as he huffed for breath beneath her massive bosom, sucking, gasping for air, sucking.

Jane fell in a great heap at Bill's side, exhausted and racked from the series of orgasms. Her body shuddered and jerked on the bed next to him. Her soft pillows wobbled about as Bill continued to casually manipulate a turgid nipple between his fingers. Then it started. Jane's milk began to trickle into his hand. And she could feel it -even without looking, she knew. Jane smiled again through closed eyes and reveled in her renewed motherhood. As she relaxed further her milk flowed in a steady stream from both nipples. Bill nuzzled closer and took a nipple into his mouth again and swallowed the stream of hot milk flowing from his wife's teat. With his free hand he reached around and grabbed Jane's magnificent ass while he sucked away, wrapping one of her legs around his waist as he sucked down every drop issuing from his huge-titted masterpiece. Jane looked down at the milk also streaming from her other unattended nipple and gathered her tit into the air in front of her, palming the flow of milk until it overflowed her hand and splashed onto Bill's face. Bill moved his hand from her ass back down to her pussy and plunged his hand easily into Jane's snatch and pumped her with his fist. Lost in the intense storm of pleasure that had ravaged her mind and body, Jane automatically gyrated her hips in time with Bill's pumping hand -lifting a nipple to her mouth Jane Allen tasted human breast milk for the first time in many years. Her own milk tasted delicious as she sucked intently at her own teat, squeezing it and massaging it while she hummed softly to herself, sucking herself dry.

The two lovers went on fucking and bucking and sucking late into the night. Eventually Jane collapsed from exhaustion. Bill couldn't fall asleep though, for a long while he laid there peacefully contemplating the full blue moon outside his bedroom window, his arm wrapped around his wife as she drifted off to sleep clutching her own warmth and softness close to her, dreaming the simple carefree dreams of childhood.

1989, Monday 8:15pm

  Bill Allen came downstairs dressed and ready for work. He went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, hoping to find his wife there and bid her a fond farewell before heading off to work.

"Jane?? Where are you?" he asked.

"Ssshhhhhh!!!! Bill... I'm in here..." Jane answered from the baby's room.

Bill walked down the hall and looked into Scott's pink room where Jane was sitting in a rocking chair nursing her baby boy for the first time ever. Standing in the doorway Bill sipped his coffee and looked lovingly at mother and child, Jane smiled peacefully back at him.

"He's hungry", she said sheepishly.

Bill walked over to her side and put his arm around her shoulder. Jane cradled her suckling baby boy and stroked his downy head. Bill loved the sight of his wife's huge lactating breast hanging out of her bathrobe with his dear son nuzzled right up to it. As he stood next to his huge breasted wife, the pleasant sight of the morning feeding and thoughts of the previous night's unexpectedly incredible sex stirred his manhood. Jane felt her husband's crotch swell and press into her arm. She looked up into her husband's eyes, then directed her gaze downward at the eye-level bulge forming in his slacks. With an expression of utter bliss in her eyes she pulled her baby's head softly into her, squeezing her milk engorged breast, expressing more milk into his hungry little mouth. Bill squeezed his wife's shoulder affectionately, rubbing his cock firmly up against her while she nursed.

With her son sucking at her teat, her aroused husband pressing up against her first thing in the morning and thoughts of the previous evening's overwhelming ecstasy fresh in her mind, Jane's eyes rolled back in her head, "Oh, Bill... this is all so wonderful."

Lost in the moment, overjoyed at the transformation Jane had undergone, Bill sat his coffee down on the dresser. Unconcerned that he might be a few minutes late to work that morning he stood there and rubbed up and down against his lovely wife.

"Mmmmmm, you both feel so good." Jane whimpered and she lifted her free hand up between Bill's legs and pulled his ass toward her, crushing his member against her soft body. Meanwhile, baby Scott continued to suckle away contented and unaware of his father looming overhead.

"Bill, you're so hard." She leaned over and let her husband brush his crotch against her face.

As she cradled her child in her arms, Jane unbuttoned her husband's trousers with her teeth, pulling his zipper down and letting his stretched out BVDs swell out of their confinement. Bill let out a sigh and pulled down on the elastic waistband, freeing his huge cock which bobbled out in front of his wife's face. Jane's mouth dropped open as she gasped, the pleasurable feelings of her child suckling at her teat mingling with the wetness between her legs... she felt overwhelmed once again with a powerful with lust. As she licked her lips with expectation, her husband guided the head of his cock toward her mouth and she took it in.

Late for work and amazed that this was actually happening, Bill surrendered to the delicious feelings of his wife's eager mouth as it sucked in the full length of his cock. As the two men in her life sucked and pumped her Jane felt at the center of the universe. She raised a free hand up and circled the base of Bill's cock and pumped it with her hand while she sucked its head. Bill soon erupted in a powerful morning orgasm, pumping his cum into his wife's hungry mouth.

"Sweetheart. I'm going to have to get to work. I'm late already," he said, looking down at his seated wife, petting her head gently.

Jane licked her lips and eyed his cock hungrily as her husband stuffed his snake back in its basket and rebuttoned his slacks.

"You understand don't you?" Bill asked as he picked up his coffee again and turned towards the door.

"Of course, dear. You go on ahead. We'll be fine here. We've got everything we need." Jane purred as she shifted in her seat, her crotch soaking wet.

"Great. I'm gonna go then. I'll see you at six!"

Jane listened as her husband rattled out the front door, got in his car, started it up and drove off. As the sound of his car disappeared off into the distance, baby Scott pulled away and was done with his breakfast. Jane laid her child down in his crib and padded off into the living room. In her bathrobe and slippers she plopped down on the couch and stared out the huge bay window into the front yard. Thoughts of Bill's throbbing manhood still weighed heavy on her mind as she sat staring, absent mindedly kneading the tender nipple that had just come fresh from her baby's hungry mouth. Soon thereafter Jane saw Kayla pull out of her driveway and drive off down the street. She thought of Kayla's 44" FF bra laying on the bedroom floor upstairs and smiled to herself. She parted her legs, letting her robe fall open and exposing herself to the sleepy suburban world. As the wetness returned between her legs Jane Austin reached down with her other hand, stuffing her four fingers deep into her drenched twat. Masturbating herself felt wonderful! She drew her shoulders together and felt her huge breasts crowd together inside her robe. She lifted a nipple up to her mouth and began sucking. A slave now to her own pleasure, Jane's body took over her mind as she sat there spread across the sofa bringing herself to one orgasm after another.

Meanwhile, across town at a diner near the Genomix building, Bill sat down at a booth where a buxom dark-haired young lady was there waiting for him. It was Kayla Conyers.

"Well, good morning Mister Bill. How are YOU today??" Kayla greeted her neighbor. Bill leaned down and gave the young lady a friendly peck on the cheek. Kayla neither returned the gesture nor did she rebuff him.

"I'm doing just great. How are YOU?" he asked.

"I'm fine I guess. I think we need to talk though."

"Of course, that's why we arranged this meeting. Plus I've got something here I think you're gonna be interested in." he said as he produced a cashier's check from his coat pocket. Kayla took the check, read the amount and smiled a smile of confirmation as she folded it in half and inserted it down between her breasts and patted her bosom 'for safe keeping'.

"That's a hundred and ten thousand dollars there." Bill reminded her.

"I know it is. Just as we discussed, right?"

"Yes, I guess so. Ten grand from me, for going along with the gum thing... and a hundred grand from the company, for the rest of it. I just really want to thank you for everything you've done. And the company wants to thank you of course. You've been a huge help here... we couldn't have done any of this with out you." Bill said.

"You'd have found somebody eventually. My genes aren't that rare I'm sure. You asked me though and I went along... as you know I wasn't thrilled with the idea at first... it didn't seem right... especially the gum part... although I can see the necessity of it now, it surely worked like a charm, she eased into it just like you predicted... and I'm sure neither of us are going to miss those fits of rage... but.... well I'm glad you asked me I guess... so...thank YOU too Bill." Kayla smiled politely.

"You're surely welcome..." Bill added as a waitress came up and poured two coffees.

"Do you want to order breakfast??" she asked the two.

"No, coffee's fine. Thanks." Bill sent her off.

Kayla sat smiling, looking out the window, thinking to herself... about the $110K no doubt.

"So can you believe it? It worked just like I said it would didn't it??" Bill asked.

Kayla turned back to him, not quite as overwhelmed with excitement as the 'mad doctor' clearly was. "So I take it you're pleased with the results??"

"PLEASED?? I'm overwhelmed to tell you the truth. She was only supposed to be a double D you know. The therapy was engineered that way. Everything was tightly controlled and measured out. So of course I was stunned when she turned around wearing your bra. And filling the damned thing OUT! I don't know what went wrong... but... well, I guess I'm not complaining, you know??"

Kayla smiled politely. "I didn't think you would be."

"So you gave her the dose I prescribed, right? Two caplets?"

Kayla just smiled a devilish smile at Bill Allen, staring him in the eye without blinking.

"What?! Did you give her the right dose or not? I need to know. We have to be able to predict these results and have reliable data or..."

"RELAX. No, I didn't give her the right dose. We gave her all six caplets, couldn't you tell? The bartender dumped the whole packet into her tea and she drank it all." Kayla said matter of factly. As she shifted in her seat she adjusted her sweater and arched her back, accentuating her massive bosom.

Bill's eyes flared as he spoke directly to her tits, "Well, why'd you do THAT?"

Kayla paused and smiled at Bill, shaking her head, waiting for his gaze to meet hers. Bill looked up at her face and asked her again "Well, what happened. Why'd you change the dosage? Didn't you realize what it would do?"

"Well Bill, I gotta tell you, I didn't know what to think. I guess I wasn't convinced the thing would work at all. When you explained it all to me it sounded pretty far fetched. I mean, now that I've seen the results I believe it of course... but last night, in the heat of the moment, I guess I wasn't so sure."

"Jesus Kayla, that just doesn't explain why you'd decide to give her the whole thing. I don't get it."

Kayla felt a little uncomfortable, realizing she had possibly put her friend Jane at risk "What can I say?? I didn't think the damned thing would work! Frankly I didn't buy all that gene therapy stuff no matter how much you kept explaining to me. It all sounded like so much wishful thinking to me."

Bill countered, "Didn't buy it? What do you mean? Gene therapy is no longer 'wishful thinking' Kayla, I explained it to you. Besides, you saw what the shampoo did to her hair. Practically overnight she went from that stringy little short cropped head of wispy hair to a thick wavy healthy lion's mane growing out of control... you saw THAT with your own eyes. I figured you of all people believed in what I was doing."

"Bill, the shampoo worked a little too well doncha think? It wasn't right. It seemed like an experiment gone awry to me... and she's still got that SMELL coming from her a year later. She probably doesn't even notice it any more but I'm sure you must. How do you account for that??"

"Okay. I admit the shampoo wasn't quite ready. But I told you for sure that this therapy had been tested and proven in the lab... I just don't understand why you..." he stammered on, staring again at Kayla's tits.

"What are you STARING at, doc??" Kayla charged.

Bill looked up at her face, realizing he'd once again been caught with his eyes in her cookie jars. Even though he wasn't technically a doctor, still he said nothing in his own defense.

Kayla put her hand on Bill's and reassured him, "Bill, I did it for YOU, you idiot. Would you really have been content with little ol' double Ds? Even now your eyes are still glued to my tits. I KNOW you. Didn't you tell me that I was your ideal??" She motioned toward her own bust. "I figured this would be the only way to cure your obsession and I figured you and Jane both would be happier that way. Besides, with that gum of yours, she'd be none the wiser whether she was sporting double Ds or double Fs so I figured what the hell."

Bill Allen felt embarrassed that this young girl knew him so well. Too well. As he thought back of the previous evening with his wife he could only think how right Kayla Conyers was. The thought of her subverting his plan and causing it to 'backfire' so pleasantly in his face every night for the rest of his life caused his cock to stiffen under the table. Kayla for her part thought of the hopelessly breast-obsessed man sitting across from her, and of her previously frigid and smart-ass flat-chested girlfriend who'd always berated Kayla for being so comfortable with her own endowments. As far as she was concerned, they both deserved each other. Jane deserved to be saddled with a pair of huge tits for life. It'd teach her a lesson. When she thought back to some of the cruel comments Jane would make about her mother and her college roommate and other busty women, and about Kayla herself for that matter, Kayla now thought maybe she deserved to have that big overworked brain of hers aired out with some of Ashley Morgan's inferior genes. And clever Bill here deserved to live out his life as his dumbed down wife's sex slave. As she thought again of the hundred grand nestled in her cleavage she felt triumphant.

Sipping his coffee Bill broke the silence, "I suppose you're right. Last night was unbelievable Kayla. I've never seen her like that. It was all I could do to tear myself away this morning, she's just unbelievable..." Bill was bubbling up with excitement again, even as he was trying to piece together what had happened, what Kayla had done.

Kayla was looking out the window again, her mind engaged with something else. She tugged on her bra straps and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Bill asked her as he eyed her maneuvering her brassiere.

"Oh, it's nothing." Kayla answered.

"One thing worries me though." Bill's mind went to work, now that he knew his wife had been administered a triple dose. What were the ramifications? "The genetic markers were grouped... the dosage was measured and scaled so that... the increase in breast size was designed to correspond proportionately with the boost in her sex drive and her drive to want to nurse... even the alterations to her vagina... it was all designed to work together you see."

Kayla looked over across the table, a mildly concerned expression on her face.

"Kayla, you should have seen her last night, it was wild, almost violent at times. It was like she couldn't get enough. I was surprised when she finally fell asleep. I suppose it's safe to assume that all the other components of the therapy were tripled in effect as well." Bill started to get horny at the thought of his wife's sex drive boosted through the roof, disregarding for the moment any potential dangers to her or to himself.

No such thing as too much of a good thing, right??

"I guess we'll have to keep our fingers crossed. Hopefully that'll be the worst of it. It's hard to tell what the wrong dosage will do though. We never really tested for this contingency. When these things aren't followed to the letter sometimes they can have unpredictable side-effects. I suppose there's nothing to worry about though, she seemed fine when I left this morning." Bill reassured himself.

"Bill, is it possible that the overdose could effect Jane's milk?" Kayla asked with concern.

"You're right." Bill answered with a start, thinking of his nursing baby son. "The excess chemical might not be absorbed by the body completely, it could wind up being expressed through the milk glands. Jesus... I should stop her from nursing Scott until her system has had a chance to expell the drugs." Bill scratched his chin.

"Bill, I drank her milk too. Last night, before I brought her home. Jane was in pain from all the pressure and I drank some of her milk Bill. So did MY baby. " Kayla said with a note of urgency as she pulled on her sweater.

"Well, do you feel any strange effects?" Bill asked.

"Actually, my bra feels tight today. Really tight. I knew something was wrong. Do you think it's the drugs??"

"Probably is. You say it's tight, huh? How tight?" Bill asked, his stiff cock wedged uncomfortably inside his trousers.

"It's hard to tell at my size. I'd estimate I'm a cup size larger today... shit, maybe two?"

"A G cup, huh?" Bill asked knowingly.

"At least." Kayla confirmed as she reached up under her sweater and pulled down on the underwire of her inadequate FF bra.

"Well keep an eye on it. Get yourself a larger bra for now and let me know if there are any more changes. My guess is that any growth that's going to happen would have happened by now." Bill reassured Kayla as he thought of the milk he'd drank himself. Luckily he'd felt no effects... perhaps because he was a man. Nevertheless, better safe than sorry as far as his son was concerned. He'd head home to instruct his wife not to breast feed for the time being.

"I really should get going Kayla. Are you going to be okay?" Bill asked with concern.

Kayla gathered up herself and fired back, "I should ask YOU that question."

With his new huge-titted sex-obsessed air-head wife to contend with now, maybe Bill had reason to worry!

"I wouldn't drink any more of her milk if I were you... maybe you should get a breast pump and use that for a week or two until you're sure she's safe." Kayla suggested.

"Oh, wow. That's a good idea. I wouldn't have thought of that. I'll try that." Bill said.

The two parted company. Kayla headed off to Sears, the only place she knew of in town that definitely carried G cup brassieres. Bill visited the drugstore across the street from the diner and picked up a complete breast pump kit and then hurried home to check on his wife. Driving home, the thought of Kayla's breasts inadvertently being made to grow larger on account of her having sucked at Jane's teat seized his thoughts and kept him hard. The thought of his own wife sporting a pair of 44" FFs made him hot, but somehow the thought of young Kayla also growing into a G cup made this hopeless breast man hotter still. Bill Allen loved his job.

As he pulled into the driveway he saw his wife still in her unfastened bathrobe and slippers, standing in the front yard next to her car, chewing the 'dumb gum' which she'd left on her dashboard the night before. She wasn't coming or going anywhere, she was just standing there chewing gum and blowing bubbles, watching the garbage men load the Allen's garbage into the truck, her robe hanging open and her breasts peeking suggestively out into the afternoon air. The two men were staring at her in disbelief, but hurriedly loaded their truck and moved along when they saw Bill come up the drives.

Bill pulled up and jumped out of his car, "HONEY! What are you doing out here dressed like that??"

Jane jawed her gum and looked over at her panicky husband and smiled, "What?"

"Come on, let's get into the house! What are you doing out here?"

"I don't know. I came out to get my gum I guess. What's in the bag?" Jane giggled as her husband ushered her up the front steps and through the door into the living room.

As he locked the door behind him and pulled the shades his amused wife stood in the middle of the room watching him. Bill quickly dialed up his boss Ed and explained why he'd not be into the office for the rest of the day. Ed was completely understanding, "Bill, take as much time as you need but for god's sake let us know how it's going! Don and I are dying to hear all about it."

Bill looked over at his wife who was batting her eyelashes at him and pulling on her gum with her fingers, smiling at him sexily, her bathrobe dropped open baring her shoulders and breasts for him to see, "Ed, it's going great, just great. I'll tell you all about it in the morning, okay?"

Jane walked over and pressed her naked body up against her husband and hung up the phone for him. "Welcome home, lover. Is it six o'clock already?" She raised one leg up, wrapping it around his body as she immediately started gyrating on him, snuggling her huge tits against his chest.

"Um, no. It's only a little after noon actually." Bill answered.

"Mmmmmmmm... how was your work today? You know I missed you so much." Jane whispered as she took her husband's face in hand and kissed him passionately.

"Uh, work was fine. Mmmgh... uh... honey? Is Scottie sleeping?"

"He's fast asleep. I fed him twice this morning and it was so wonderful. He LOVED it..." she said as she removed her gum and stuck it on the telephone.

"Jane, what would you think if I said it might be best if we kept Scott on his old FOR-MU-LA for now? I'm not sure it's good for us to change all of the sudden."

Jane wrapped both her legs around her husband. He supported her as she grinded her wet snatch on top of his massive bulge and moaned in a husky voice, "Whatever you say lover. I just hope you don't mind giving me a little relief now and then." She hefted a heavy tit to his mouth. Bill looked at it with a bit of concern now, noticing a droplet of her milk issuing from its tip.

"I..."

Before he could say anything his wife stuffed her burning nipple into her lover's mouth and grabbed his head, clutching him forcefully close to her bosom, crushing herself against his face, commanding him to suck.

"Suck me baby.... oh FUCK that feels good..."

Bill glanced down at the bag on the floor containing the breast pump kit, thinking, "oh screw it" as he proceeded to suck on his gorgeous wife's tit with gusto.

  It's been a long haul just to get our heroes this far. But what a long, strange, boring, tedious fucking trip it's been! Has it not?? What will happen next? Will Kayla and Jane go to work at Hooters? What will Kayla do with that hundred grand? Will Bill be able to stand the strain of living with Asheley Morgan's ditzy brain in his wife Jane's new improved super sexed-up body? What, if any, will the effects of Jane's tainted milk have on Bill, Scott , Kayla (and little Claire for that matter?) Will Debbie grow up normal? What about little Scott and that pink girlie bedroom anyhow? Will HE grow up normal? Will we hear from Ashley ever again? Will Jane's mom get layed? Will Bill's invention make him a rich man or will the FDA put a stranglehold on Genomix Laboratories? Will the garbage men be back? Stay tuned for: AMAZING TRANSFORMATIONS PART TWO: "SEXY RAMIFICATIONS"