PUBERTY PAST

Mindy Monroe wiggled her considerable boobs into a skin-tight tropical T-shirt. She considered the results in her luxury hotel room mirror. No. Still too modest. Leaning forward as though to place her killer cans onto the vanity table, she shimmied the clinging top partway up, so that her nipples were exposed. Then she reached forward and grasped those nipples between each thumb and forefinger, teasing and pulling. That was more like it! she thought. That little bit of manipulation, along with a few brief thoughts about how quickly she'd be able to get any man hard, made those all-day suckers pop right up. Mindy creeped the garment back over her pointed playthings.    If the shirt's weave had been a little looser, those nipples would have been knocking holes through the fabric. And that's the way Mindy liked it.
    Mindy and her daughter had been living in this hotel for about a year, now. Ever since they were sent away. It was quite different from the United States. The tropical island hotels were full of rich men and women from all over the globe. Some spoke English; some did not. Mindy didn't care. Her big bust and tight clothes needed no translations. The choices of male playmates were abundant. And everyone here seemed to have a secret. Were they jewel thieves in hiding, mobsters on holiday, jilted wives working to spend all of their ex-husbands' money before any of them noticed the wives were gone in the first place? Mindy had seen all of that here on the island... and more.
    "Hey, Mama — are you decent?" a throaty voice asked playfully from the bathroom.
    "Baby, I'm dressed, but I'm never decent!" laughed Mindy, admiring her still-sexy thirty-seven year old shape. Sure, she'd put on a little weight since her days as a traveling feature dancer on the strip club circuit. But just because her 42-24-34 figure had evolved into its present 46-26-38 proportions didn't mean she was through. That's still plenty of choice meat, and in pretty good places, too! Mindy stood up in front of the mirror and turned this way and that, grinning broadly at the way her looming bust dominated every view.
    Mindy's nineteen-year-old daughter Emma came into the room. Wait. Scratch that. As always happened, Emma's tits came into the room. Emma followed. She'd clearly inherited her mother's healthy appetite for sex as well as her healthy bustline. But Emma had outdone her mom. Her big and bouncy breasts were even more exaggerated, since they matched Mindy's for size in every way — but Mama Mindy's were offset by her 5' 6" height and the generous way the rest of her figure was filling out. Emma nearly had her mother's tits plopped onto a 4' 11" frame — and a slim frame at that. The effect was staggering. Emma took every opportunity to emphasize that effect. Like right now. She was stepping out of the shower. Any other woman would be wrapping her towel around her entire body. Not Emma. She just draped it around her hips and tucked the towel inside itself. The rich ripeness of those two absolutely enormous boobies was on display to the world — or at least to her mom. Emma knew she was bustier. She just wanted to rub it in!
    Mindy continued posing in the mirror, not even looking at her daughter. The saucy mama's next turn placed those two big T-shirt clad cuties right in Emma's path. "Hey! Get those out of the way, willya?" Emma chided. "Bigger stuff coming through."
    "Bigger my ass," sniffed Mindy.
    "Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about the bigness of your ass, Mama," Emma teased. "What do you think?" she asked as she pulled the towel off completely. "Should I dye my cunt hair to match the hair on my head? Or would this platinum look too fake?" Emma ran her fingers through the aforementioned hair — the stuff down below.
    "Come on, Emma," scoffed Mindy. "None of the men who root around down there care what color it is!"
    "That's true," agreed Emma, pulling her hand away and subconsciously sniffing it. "I like this hair color, though — for my head, anyway. Don't you, Mama?"
    "I think it looks slutty," commented Mindy.
    "You don't like it?"
    "I didn't say that," smiled the older woman. "I just said it looks slutty!"
    "Well, it sure helps people not recognize me," muttered Emma as she began the time-consuming task of drying each of her voluminous breasts.
    "Right," said her mother, experimenting with pulling the fabric of her cut-off shorts tighter to expose more ass cheek. "No one would look at the big-boobed, bleached-blonde wet dream you've become and think of little Emma Sweetchild — former child star and America's sweetheart!" Mindy turned around to see how much of her backside was exposed in the mirror. Not nearly enough. "You most certainly do not look like that cute little girl that used to widen her eyes and say 'Oh-oh!' when she got into mischief!" In her effort to expose more, Mindy began pulling the crotch of the shorts so tight that the casual observer would get a good look at both her ass cheeks and her pussy lips.
    "I miss it, Mama," mused Emma, hardly noticing her mother's lewd display of her intimate parts. "I really do. It was fun being a TV star," she mused as she idly began turning the act of drying between her legs into a fevered masturbation.
    "Oh, honey — you couldn't keep playing a twelve-year-old tomboy on Everything Happens To Emma forever," said Mindy, painstakingly pulling the soaked shorts from the grip of her nether regions. "And besides, baby — don't you remember how tough it was to keep up that little-girl image as you grew older and hornier?" she went on, throwing the dripping shorts into the dirty clothes hamper. Mindy walked to her dresser in her T-shirt and heels — no pants or panties. "Especially when we put you on that medication to suppress puberty. You were horny enough to suck your own cunt, if you'd have been that flexible."
    "I know... but people used to wave to me in the streets! They loved me. They used to do my little catch-phrase, remember? When we got here to the island, I was so glad nobody came up to me and said 'Oh-oh!' the way they used to do. Now I miss it," said Emma, discarding the towel since now it was soaking wet. She took her mother's place in front of the mirror and experimented with folding her arms underneath her boobs to push them up to her chin. "It feels funny to be hiding out the way we are. Like we committed some crime."
    Mindy pulled out a pair of shorts that belonged to Emma. They'd be too small on Mindy — just the thing to call attention to her ass! "Shit. You did, in a way, sweetie-pie. As far as the studio is concerned." She elbowed her daughter out of the way so she could monitor the effects of this new pair of shorts in the mirror. "They decided that if people found out their precious little Emma turned into a dirty-talking, man-fucking, big-titted sex goddess, it would mean the end of the studio," she said as she wriggled into the shorts. "So they sent us here to hide out. They mail us satchels full of cash. It hasn't been that bad, has it?"
    "I guess not, Mama," smiled Emma. "I like going out to pick up men with you!"
    "Especially when we can double-team," said Mindy, lying down to fasten the ridiculously tight shorts. "Two sluts on one guy."
    "Surrounding him with four of the biggest titties in captivity!" called Emma, hoisting hers proudly into the air. "When we do that... do you suppose they think we're sisters?" wondered Emma.
    "No," said Mindy, struggling back to her feet. "They think we're angels."
    "Angels?" Emma made a face. "Why angels?"
    "Because," said Mindy, pushing her comfortable upholstery toward her daughter, "they think they've died and gone to heaven! Let's go!" Mindy sashayed toward the door. Emma wasn't far behind.
    Mindy stopped when they reached the door. "Emma, darling."
    "What?"
    "You're still naked."
    "Oh," giggled Emma. "I guess I am. Do you think the guys will mind?"
    "No, but that's not the point!" teased Mama. "Put something on. But not too much. I want to show off my baby's boobies!"
    "Okay! Mama, I can't wait," giggled Emma.
     He was six foot five and graying a little at the temples. His son was six feet and a naive kind of handsome. The square jaw and powerful build they shared showed a strong family resemblance. The two men sat at the bar surveying the stuff coming through the door.
    "Dad, do you think everyone who comes to this island is hiding from something?" asked the young man.
    "I suppose," said the father, sipping a beer. "I'm hiding my money from your mother. If you have to hide... it may as well be on a tropical island where they've got big drinks — and big tits. Don't you think, son?"
    "You bet!" said the boy, fingering his crotch in that way men do, thinking no one notices.
    "Dad?"
    "Yes?"
    "Look... at... that." The teenager went slack-jawed.
    The father turned his head toward the door. Two of the hottest women he'd ever seen, carrying four of the biggest, sexiest breasts anyone had ever seen were making their way into the barroom.
    "Shit, son," said the father, slowly and deliberately. "We gotta git us some of that." He jumped up from his chair and elbowed his way in front of the mass of male humanity that was trying to make its way toward the two women. His son followed eagerly behind.
    "Hello, ladies!" he began. "I'm Michael and this is my son Ted. Last names aren't important, are they?"
    Mindy flashed a horny smile at her daughter, who was looking both men up and down. Mostly down. At their crotches. "How do you do?" she replied. "I'm Mindy, and this is Emma."
    Ted spoke up. "And what do you call them?" he asked, pointing shyly at what was pointing at him.
    Emma leaned toward young Ted. She was bent so far forward that she was in danger of falling over. Ted watched in fascination as her abundant tit flesh started molding itself over his body... completely covering the area just above the crotch but below the stomach. "I call mine My Bestest Pals. They're a man's best friends, too!" she chuckled throatily.
    Mindy aimed hers at Michael's torso and sensually dragged them southward. "Mine are The Girls! Buy us drinks, or do you just wanna take us home right fucking now?"
    Mindy took Michael's arm. Ted tried to offer his arm, but he was so beside himself with youthful horniness that he plunged his hand elbow-deep into Emma's cleavage. Emma beamed with pride. She'd worked hard to expose the maximum amount of cleavage possible without having a nipple pop out. The large circumference and nubbly texture of her areola helped. It gave her plenty of warning. Emma thoughtfully extracted Ted's arm and locked arms with him for the short trip to their hotel suite.
    As the door locked behind them, Michael spoke. "I have a favor to ask, Mindy. Ted needs guidance. He's only seventeen, and he doesn't know the ways of women."
    Mindy grinned from ear to ear. "You want me to... break him in, baby?"
    "Yes," whispered Michael. "And might I have... Emma for the evening?"
    "Well, Emma? What do you say?" asked mama Mindy.
    "What do I say? Thank you very much, of course," she said politely as she hauled her big cans in front of the older man. "Look!" she squealed as she lifted her titties in front of her, spilling out over her too-small hands. "We could tit fuck standing up!"
    Sure enough, Emma's immensities were lined up conveniently at Michael's crotch level.
    "So whattaya say, big boy?" teased Emma, as she kneaded and rolled that abundant boob-stuff in front of the older man. "Wanna do some... 'jug-heading'?"
    "Jug-heading?" puzzled Michael, slipping out of his crisp white slacks. "I wanna do some tit fucking!"
    "That's what it means, silly," smiled elfin Emma, as she dropped her shorts to the floor. "Take this lovely head you've got here," she continued, firmly grasping Michael's cock head, "and put it between my jugs! Hold on a second." With that, she pulled her tight blouse over her head in one quick motion. The unveiling of her undulating breasts made Michael gasp. From across the room, Ted moaned. Mindy, who was helpfully massaging him between his legs, cooed reassuringly. "It's all right, baby. You're young — there's lots more where that came from!" Mindy took off Ted's soaking slacks and threw them aside.
    "Here we go," said Emma pleasantly, proud of the effect she was having on all this maleness. She reached again for the sizeable head of Michael's cock. "Let's jughead."
    Michael was aroused by the way the difference in their heights allowed Emma to envelop his cock in her cleavage while both of them remained standing. "Jug heading, huh?" he laughed as he started hunching back and forth to create friction. "I'd think of this more as having to do with... well, Betty and Veronica! Not Jughead!"
    The nineteen year old vixen looked puzzled. "Who?" she asked.
    "Never mind," muttered Michael.
    By now, Mindy had mopped up all the evidence of Ted's premature burst of enthusiasm. "Okay, baby. Get ready!" she growled as she stood beside the double bed where Ted lay. She unfastened her tight shorts and motioned the young man to lean forward. "Take these off... with your teeth."
    Ted tried, but he was overwhelmed with the rush of female scents. "I hope you can take it, baby face. I'm a wet girl," she crowed, hurling her hips about like a sixties go-go dancer. She pulled the shorts off past her sky-high pumps. Then the oversexed older woman reached for the hem of her T-shirt. "And now, the moment you've been waiting for...!"
    In a flash, her big soft comfortable boobs were out for all to see. Ted wanted nothing more than to nestle between them for the next several years or so. "Yes, come here, my baby..." coaxed Mindy. "Here..." she whispered as she cradled his head and arranged her giant breasts around it. Mindy looked at Ted's pleading eyes.
    "All right, go ahead," she said with a smile at the inevitable.
    Ted grinned broadly at being granted permission. Getting on his knees on the bed while Mindy stood on the floor, he bent his mouth to one of her inviting nipples. With Mindy's gentle encouragement, he clamped his lips around it. Mindy pulled his head closer so that he nearly suffocated from the barrage of soft and gentle breast flesh. Soon the sounds of Ted's rhythmic sucking filled the room — joining the more raucous racket made by Michael and Emma's boob banging.
    This four-way celebration of overdeveloped femininity continued long into the night. Well... Michael's more mature equipment gave out after awhile. But son Ted's male-juice-manufacturing-unit was working enough overtime to make up for it. At one point, Mindy had Ted climb aboard her body and sink his cock into her cunt, while daughter Emma crawled on Ted's back and surrounded his head and shoulders with her tits. Later, Ted plowed Emma's dick ditch from behind as she got on her hands and knees so that her dangling boobies scraped the carpet... then Ted's dad Michael crawled onto the floor and lay on his back, reveling in the way Emma's udders swayed and smooshed his face. This left Michael's now limp cock wide open. Mindy gamely pitched in by trying to resuscitate Michael's member orally. This game of sexual Twister ("Right nipple, Michael's mouth!") continued until all four players went gently to sleep from sheer exhaustion.
    In the morning, only the female half of this intergenerational sex team remained. Michael and Ted had checked out, leaving generous compensation for the mother and daughter's efforts on the nightstand. The girls awoke to the sound of the maid's vacuum cleaner.
    They pulled on the minimum number of clothes they'd need to walk back to their room without being arrested. Both women plopped themselves on their beds.
    There was a long silence.
    "It's not enough, is it?" said Mindy, finally.
    "No, it's not," agreed Emma.
    "I always thought I'd love having nothing to do but chase men and have sex," said Mindy, genuinely surprised at what she was saying. "I was wrong. Oh, I do love it. But... it's like something is missing. I'm just not as happy as I thought I'd be."
    "I know," said Emma. "I miss show business."
    "Hey!" Mindy sat up suddenly, nearly knocking herself senseless with the sudden shift of her center of gravity. "Why don't we go back to the States?"
    "Yeah? Let's!" answered Emma, having a similar experience with being thrown forward in the wake of her considerable bust bulk. "You know what, Mama? You know what I never got a chance to do?"
    "What, sweet baby?" asked Mindy.
    "Remember how that doctor told you that your performances as a stripper helped get him through medical school?" offered the younger vixen. "I never had the chance to make that kind of difference!"
    "I know what you mean," said Emma's mama.
    "To be someone a lonely guy can think about on a dateless Saturday night," Emma mused. "To give a college kid the confidence he needs to go to the freshman mixer, by getting him hard... just by smiling down at him from a swimsuit poster...to be the wet dream a boy needs when he's just discovering that it feels kind of good to rub his crotch against the surface of the bed!"
    "Yes!" agreed Mindy.
    "We have to go back," said Emma, seriously. "It's an awesome responsibility. And I'm just the girl to do it."
    "Okay," Mindy nodded, jumping up from the bed. "I'll have to break it to the studio. But they'll have to understand, they just can't keep us here forever."
    "I'll pack, Mama," said Emma, fighting back happy tears.
    "Fuck it. We'll buy new," Mindy barked. "Just grab a bikini and a toothbrush. We're leaving now."
    "I love you, Mama!" shouted Emma.

Mindy and Emma stood in line at the island's makeshift little airport, carrying just overnight bags and a few satchels full of cash. Even here, where people seem to have seen everything — Mindy and Emma's very noticeable "family resemblance" created a stir. Men and women stopped in their tracks, transfixed by the women's gargantuan titties. The girls just soaked up all the attention with pleasure. All at once a customs official tapped Mindy on the shoulder. She spun around so quickly that the man continued tapping, and he found he was now tapping on her tit. Mindy laughed and Emma offered hers for equal treatment. The official blushed and mumbled that they should come with him. They were led into a backroom. "Ladies," the man began, "we suspect you may be smuggling drugs in your blouses."
    "Oh, no, sir," said Emma.
    "Here — we'll show you," offered Mindy, starting to unbutton.
    "No, no, there's no need for that," said the man, blushing further. "I believe you."
    "You expect us to believe that you don't want our shirts off?" challenged Mindy.
    The man smiled. "Well, then, girls — have you anything to declare?"
    "I declare," drawled Emma in a faux Scarlett O'Hara accent, "We got us some big tits!" And in one motion the merchandise was displayed.
    There were no further problems crossing any international borders.
     Finally, Mindy and Emma sat down in their new furnished apartment in Los Angeles.
    "Where did the limo and driver come from?" wondered Emma.
    "The studio," said Mindy.
    "Why didn't he say anything?" prodded the daughter.
    "They still don't want to have anything to do with us," said her mama. "We went and ruined their Friday night TV institution, Everything Happens To Emma!"
    "Oh. But mama—" persisted Emma. "Why didn't the driver have one of those signs with our names, so we could find him?"
    "Emma, darling," laughed Mindy, pushing her chest dramatically forward. "Do you think any man would need special instructions to pick the two of us out from a crowd? Any heterosexual man, anyway?"
    Emma laughed, too, but she couldn't help taking a deep breath and arching her back, too, so there'd be no question as to who was the real chest champion in this family. Soon both of them were taking outlandish poses, as though taking part in an imaginary sex mag photo shoot. "So... what do we do now, Mama?" she asked.
    "Well, dear, I think we have to rebuild your career," Mindy said wisely, propping herself on her haunches and wrapping her titties around Emma's shapely leg.
    "Should I call our old agent, and tell him Emma Sweetchild is back?" Emma wanted to know, as she leaned forward, covering her mother's face with her boobs.
    "No! The studio absolutely forbids it," her mama said sharply, shoving Emma's titties out of the way. "They told me all about this when I called to say we were coming back." Now they stood facing each other, Mindy's tit-shelf balanced on top of young Emma's. "They have effectively suppressed every bit of publicity about what happened to Emma and her show."
    "How could they do that?" Emma asked, pouting a little. "I thought that would have been in all the papers!" They stood apart, each woman holding her tits as an offering for the imaginary camera.
    "You'd think," said her mama. "That time you were taping an episode of your show, and you started talking dirty in front of the studio audience?" Mindy motioned Emma forward.
    Emma started to giggle. "Remember that? I think I told my daddy I wanted to fuck boys and have them come all over me!" She walked toward her mother, taking her up on her invitation to suck her nipple through her tight blouse.
    "That really made the studio say 'Oh-oh!' A little girl, talking like that!" Mindy laughed, in spite of herself. "It ruined your career, but it was pretty damn funny."
    "Right after that was when the puberty suppression medication quit working," mused Emma, taking her lips off her mother's tit for a moment to speak. She started absent-mindedly caressing her contours. "And these showed up!" she went on, proudly referring to her Bestest Pals, as she liked to call them.
    "That was fun for you, wasn't it?" said Mindy, warmly.
    "Oh, mama, you have no idea!" said Emma, now reaching into her shirt front to nab each nipple and give it a working-over. "I fucked all those men at once because I'd been suppressed so long!"
    "And it hasn't stopped!" smiled Mindy, showing more than a little maternal pride. "But it seems like nobody here knows about that. No one in Hollywood... no one in the entire U.S. of A.! They have no idea whatever happened to their favorite TV moppet, Emma. If we're going to start your show business career again, we'll have to think up a new name. Any ideas?"
    Emma was too deeply into her self-pleasure to even answer.
    "All right," clucked her mother, with understanding. "I'll do it. You were born early in the morning in April... let's call you... April Dawn."
    "Mmmmmfph," Emma grunted in agreement, having succeeded in feeding herself her own engorged nipple.
    "You know — sweetie... I was thinking," continued Mindy, peeling off her tight pants in order to join Emma in her pursuit of pleasure. "The studio won't let us tell anyone you're Emma Sweetchild." Mindy was thinking out loud as she plunged four fingers into her gash.
    "But what if we let them... you know, wonder?" she continued.
    Emma dropped her hardening nipple from her mouth to consider it. "You mean, like, start a rumor?"
    "Yeah!" said her mama, now reaching for her daughter's nipple. Since Emma released it from her mouth, it bounced conveniently close to Mindy's moistening cunt. "Fuel the speculation! Let people whisper."
    "That might work," smiled Emma, grabbing her boob with two hands and working her nipple over her mother's clitoris.
    "I think that's one of the reasons Alyssa Milano is so popular," speculated Mindy, still able to concentrate in spite of her mounting excitement. "The idea that she used to be this cute little kiddo. And Drew Barrymore... and Christina Ricci."
    "Shit, mama. Let's do it!" crowed Emma.
    "Yes! Yes! Yes!" joined in Mindy, her joyous response having less to do with their business discussion than the pleasurable effect Emma's pleasing points made between her mother's legs.
    When they recovered, Mindy hopped up and phoned an agent. "Listen..." she snapped. "Doesn't matter who this is. I know you're casting a night-time soap and you need a young vixen. What's the title? Right. Deep Kisses. Listen — I've got a girl you've got to see to believe."
    Emma sat up proudly.
    "Name's April Dawn. Her credits don't matter. She's got two enormous credits front and center. Get my meaning?" Mindy insinuated smugly. "I knew you would. She'll be there tomorrow, nine a.m. And listen — " She raised her eyebrows for Emma's benefit. "You'll look at her once and just say 'Oh-oh!'"
    Emma had bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at this reference to the popular old catch phrase from her old show.
    "Right, right," laughed Mindy, joking with the agent. "Everything will Happen to your show if you cast this girl. Right. You got it! She'll be there." Mindy slammed down the phone with a smile.
    "You think he knew you were talking about li'l ol' me, Emma Sweetchild?" baby-talked Emma.
    "Unless he's a moron, he did!" said her mama. "That'll start some buzz! Let's pick out what you're going to wear!"
    "Just enough to make 'em cream their jeans!" beamed Emma, waving her bust from side to side in triumph.
    "Yeah!" smiled Mindy. "And you know what I'm going to do tomorrow? Look up my old agent."
    "Oh, mama," said Emma excitedly, holding up one blouse after another to test their transparency. "Are you thinking of stripping again?" She beamed at the idea. It would really make her mama happy to make all those boys come.
    "Yep!" laughed Mindy, reaching underneath her boobs to push them up toward her chin. "There's a whole generation of horny men who've never seen these... and what they can do!"
    "Mama, that'll be perfect," gushed Emma. "You'll love going from town to town for new men."
    "I know!" she responded. "Should you wear a bra tomorrow? To the audition for Deep Kisses? It'll hold your titties up high and proud."
    "I don't think so, Mama," said Emma. "They stand up pretty well on their own." She arched her back to simulate a mountain range, illustrating her point. "Besides, there's not enough time to get a custom-made 28J cup."
    "28J? You could never use that on the strip circuit. The guys would think it sounds small," laughed Mindy.
    "Yeah, but you know it means that under my bust is 28 inches, and the J cup just shows how much bigger my titties are, right?"
    "Of course I know, baby," said Mindy. "I'm your mother. But you're probably right. A custom made bra would take too long. Besides, underwires like that would probably set off the studio's security alarm! Okay, no bra. But don't forget how much the boys like to see a girl's bouncers really bounce sometimes. You give 'em a show!"
    "They won't let you down, Mama," said Emma, leaning forward to give her a kiss. She never made it. The force of the lean landed her unclad mountainous mams in her mama's naked lap. That didn't bother either girl. They just took up where they'd left off a minute ago.
     The next afternoon, Mindy got out of a taxi in front of her and Emma's apartment billing. Her morning hadn't gone well, and she wasn't her usual exuberant, bouncy self. But that didn't prevent her from tipping the cab driver her usual way. In a switch on the way customers usually tip strippers, Mindy folded and stuffed the bills between her billowing and nearly exposed breasts, daring him to reach into her cleavage to get them. When he did, she practically smothered his hand and pulled his head down there, too! It was almost enough to pull Mindy out of her funk. Almost, but not quite.
    She entered the apartment and shut the door behind her.
    "Mama?" Emma called from the bedroom, hearing the click of her mother's heels across the floor.
    "Yes, baby," Mindy answered. Her downcast mood was reflected in the lack of extra motion in her boobies as she walked.
    "How'd it go?" Emma wanted to know. "I'm in here — come on in."
    Mindy walked through the bedroom door to find her daughter naked and stretched out on the bed, lying on her stomach. Well — it was more lying face down, propped up by her nearly supernatural boobs. "Relaxing, huh? Good girl," cooed Mindy, gently tracing the outline of her tits and ass with her painted fingernail.
    "So what happened?" Emma asked, making no attempt to rise from the bed.
    "Baby, they've passed me up," sighed Mindy, plopping herself onto the bed, her breasts slapping against her upper legs. "All the big strippers now are big strippers. They've all got these ridiculous fake titties."
    "Well, weren't they like that back in your day?" Emma asked her mama.
    "Oh, no," insisted Mindy. "Well — there were a few really big girls like me. Chesty Morgan, Busty Heart. But for one thing, we were all natural. That's not the case now. All the headliners are big titty girls, and they're all fake! They're made of... I don't know. Salt water or string or some such. And they don't even behave like real boobs. They're like Rubbermaid products or something. There's no place for a big old natural girl like me."
    "Mama!" Emma couldn't believe her ears.
    "No," said Mindy. "They said I'd be considered below average size. They turned me down flat."
    "I never thought anyone would use the word 'flat' around you, Mama," said Emma, supportively.
    "I know!" sighed Mindy. "Oh, well. Here I am, feeling sorry for myself, and I haven't asked how your audition went."
    "Oh! Great, Mama!" chirped Emma, finally pulling herself off the bed. Her huge pliable boobs peeled away from the bedspread to reveal... the slight figure of a man. He was smiling. "Oh, my gosh. I forgot. Mama, I want you to meet Mr. Duncan, from the company that's going to produce Deep Kisses! Mr. Duncan, this is my mama."
    "Charmed, I'm sure," said the unassuming little man, rising and wiping his lips on his sleeve. "April and I were just getting to know each other! I'm going to be writing her character in Deep Kisses, so I thought I should know as much about her as possible!"
    "Honey? Emm — uh, April? You got the job?" asked Mindy.
    "Yes, Mama!" she nearly squealed, and the two women went into a passionate, boob squishing embrace.
    "Wait a moment, girls," said Mr. Duncan, plying them apart and getting between both overdeveloped actresses. "There. Now do it again."
    They did, happily, and Mr. Duncan excused himself. When he was safely out of the apartment, Mindy snapped at Emma. "Idiot! Where did you think that was going to get you?"
    "What do you mean, Mama?" Emma wanted to know.
    "Any young actress trying to buy influence should know better than to screw the writer!" She nearly spat the word from her mouth.
    Emma smiled. "That was strictly recreational, Mama. I already fed my big titties to the creator and executive producer of the show — right before the audition. Sucked his cock, too. He wasn't half bad for an old man."
    "Oh, that's all right then, Emma," said her mother. "When do you start shooting?"
    "In a few days. I think there will be just enough time to try to start that buzz that I'm really little Everything Happens To Emma, all grown up!" She puffed out her chest one more time.
    "Right, baby," agreed Mindy. "I'll call all the gossip columnists, TV writers, and entertainment reporters. Even the tabloids. This should be the talk of Hollywood!"
    "Mmmmmmm!" cooed Emma. Nothing is sexier to an actress the scent of publicity. "Mama?" asked Emma.
    "Yes, sweet baby?"
    "Could you ask Mr. Duncan to quit peeping at me through the bedroom window? Tell him to come back in!"
    "Okay, my dear!" chirped Mindy.
    "And tell him he doesn't have to zip up. Just grab it and get it over here."
     The next day, Mindy came home from making her rounds again. She tipped the cabbie by stuffing a few bills between her breasts again. She even let him pork her between the pontoons. But nothing raised her spirits.
    She glumly shut the apartment door behind her. "Emma?" she called.
    Her daughter answered. "In here, Mama."
    Emma was once again splayed on the bed, stark naked. Mindy plodded in. "Honey, they don't care about me. They say I'm not big enough! Can you believe it?"
    "Oh, mama," cooed Emma sympathetically, swaying from side to side on the buoyancy of her big boobs. "You mean for feature dancing?"
    "Yes, for feature dancing," snapped Mindy. "I'm not going to go be a housegirl at my age. I've got to be the headliner, the main attraction."
    "But mama, you're not keeping your options open," scolded Emma.
    "Maybe you're right," sighed Mindy. "It's frustrating. And you know what else, baby? Nobody wants to go with the story!"
    Now Emma looked concerned. This was about her career. "You mean they won't spread the gossip about me being little Emma, all grown up?" she asked.
    "No! They're not interested," said Mindy, unbuttoning her tight blouse. "I don't get it. The story drips with sex. How can they not be interested?" She shucked her top, letting her well-used tits bounce into the open air.
    Emma sat up. "I hope this won't ruin my debut on Deep Kisses," she worried out loud.
    "Oh, it won't," said a man's voice, revealed when Emma sat up.
    "I forgot you were there!" laughed the voluminous vixen. "Are you okay?"
    "Sure! I'm fine. Just a little oxygen-deprived," said the man, getting off the bed and getting dressed.
    "Mama, this is Mr. Otis. He's the costume designer for Deep Kisses!" explained Emma.
    "Costume designer?" Mindy looked dubious.
    "Oh, mama!" Emma reached to playfully slap her mother on the arm, which sent her unfettered wobblers flying in all directions. "They want the girls on this show to look sexy to straight men. They had to look long and hard for a heterosexual male costume designer."
    "Well, they looked long," smiled Mr. Otis. "You looked hard!" He pulled his clothes over his still unsatisfied crotch.
    "Oh, don't be hasty, Mr. Otis," purred Mindy, suddenly brightening. "Here," she said, grabbing the man by the back of his neck and pulling his head to her chest. "Suck on these while you tell me how you got into costume design."
    "Well, I went to fashion school under a minority program for hetero men...mfphfff!" His speech was cut off by the entrance of two hard nipples into his mouth. One from each woman. Both Mindy and Emma knew that after tonight, Emma's... rather, "April Dawn's" costumes on Deep Kisses would be extra tight-fitting and revealing. Mr. Otis would see to that. Provided he survived this girly gang bang!
    The following day, Mama Mindy came right back into the bedroom when she came in. Once again, enormous Emma was propped up on the tips of her magnificent tits as she lay face down and naked on the bed. She greeted her mom. "Still no luck with the feature dancing?"
    "The booking agent said he could get me some fraternity parties," Mindy sighed. "Maybe there's a better way to make a living."
    "Don't worry, Mama," said Emma. "Something will come along."
    "Speaking of things coming," muttered Mindy as she got undressed. "Who's under there today? This is getting to be a dangerous habit, baby. Men could be asphyxiated. You'd better sit up."
    "Oh, my God!" exclaimed Emma. "I forgot again!" The raising of her impressive architecture revealed a burly man in his forties. The man smiled at Mindy. "This is Max, Mama. He's the caterer on the set for my new show, Deep Kisses."
    "The caterer?"
    "Sure! He's going to make sure I get raisin bagels and real butter tomorrow," smiled Emma.
    "Yup," said Max. "I'd hate to see you... you know... get any smaller."
    Mindy and Emma laughed. "Oh, it does take a healthy appetite to keep this bust up!" bragged Emma.
    "Yeah?" challenged Max, reaching for a handful. "Appetite for what?"
    "Hey, hey, hey, buster!" chimed in Mindy.
    "S'matter? Are you tryin' to stop me?" he wanted to know.
    "Not at all," cooed Mindy, throwing her blouse off on top of her shorts. "It's just that... well, you've got two hands, don't you?"
    "Sure!" called Max, reaching for a handful of bust each from mother and daughter. While he kneaded, squeezed, twirled, and pinched, Mindy and Emma kept talking show-biz shop.
    "Still no takers on the gossip...April," said Mindy, cautiously.
    "Too bad," said Emma.
    "You'd think they'd want to report a story like this!" moaned her mama.
    "I wonder why they won't?" wondered Emma.
    Max paused in his breast handling. "You mean that April here is really Emma Sweetchild? The former child star of Everything Happens To Emma?"
    Mindy and Emma looked at each other, stunned.
    "You know about that?" demanded Mindy.
    "Oh, yeah," laughed Max, going back to his work.
    "How long have you known about it?" Emma asked.
    "Since the old show shut down," said Max. "I heard all about what happened on the set, and how your boobs got so big afterward."
    "Who else knows?" asked Emma's mama.
    "Just about everybody, I guess," said Max.
    "Well... then... why doesn't anybody tell anybody about it?" asked Emma.
    "We all like those satchels full of cash the studio sends around too much!" guessed Max. "If anyone tells, the gravy train stops."
    "Well, that explains why nobody wanted the story!" giggled Mindy. She sighed. "Max, could you grasp that nipple with both hands?"
    "And swirl your tongue around mine...OK?" added Emma.
    Max was happy to oblige.
     The next morning, Mindy proudly sent her daughter off to her first day of shooting on the new night-time soap Deep Kisses. She thought Emma looked absolutely radiant in her skin-tight, nearly transparent silk blouse, ridiculously short skirt, and dangerously high spike heels. God, thought Mindy. If her nipples get hard, they'll have to shut down production. That means they would probably have to shut down production a lot. When Emma arrived at the studio, she picked up her copy of the script, and sat down at the table for the first reading. After yesterday's revelation about how Everyone Knew About Emma, she wasn't surprised that no one called her "April", the name she was using. Her identity seemed to be an open Hollywood secret! Emma scanned the rest of the cast. Although all the women were scrumptious, not a one came close to Emma in sheer bust size. She smiled a proud smile. She'd be queen bee in the boob department! This would be her chance to be the first wet dream of millions of young boys. And all the men were gorgeous and apparently big-dicked. She couldn't wait to start making her way through them, crotch by crotch.
    The executive producer introduced each member of the cast. Everyone was cordial. Finally, he said they couldn't yet begin. One cast member was missing.
    "Who?" Emma wanted to know.
    Just then the door burst open... and Mindy Monroe walked through. She smiled at everyone and sat down next to her daughter.
    "Mama!" whispered Emma. "What are you doing here?"
    "Playing your mother, dear," she whispered back.
    "Really?" Emma exuded excitement. "That's so cool!"
    "After I got over being turned down for stripping," Mindy said, trying to position her script so she could see past her boobs, "I thought awhile. And although I'm not as big as Crystal Storm or Kayla Kleevage..."
    "Right," said Emma.
    "For TV, who's my competition? In boobs, I mean," Mindy continued. "Dana Delany? Marilu Henner? Even Lisa Nicole Carson? I make every one of those gals look like a twelve-year-old boy! You and I are going to make the hottest mother/daughter combination ever seen on television!"
    "Oh, mama, this is so exciting!" gushed Emma.
    "Let's begin. Scene one," said the producer.
    Deep Kisses soon became appointment television for nearly every young man in the U.S. And every old man. Even every woman — female viewers seemed to like seeing the hunks and vixens stack each other up and knock each other down, week after week. And in Mindy and Emma, they had two leading ladies that female viewers of all ages could live vicariously through — and that offered something for every man to lust after.
    But none lusted as hungrily as the young men and young boys did over Emma. No one inspired so many first-time nocturnal emissions among pre-teen boys... no one caused as many teenage boys to try to hide their hard-ons under their high school desks... and no one gave as many college kids a reason to touch themselves the moment they were alone in their dorm rooms as the amazing April Dawn. And all the while, people whispered to one another, "I hear she used to be that little girl on that show on Friday nights. The one who said 'Oh-oh'!"
    It wasn't long before the studio that produced Deep Kisses became the target of a big-money takeover. When the cast gathered around Max's catering wagon one spring morning on the soundstage, they could talk of little else.
    "What kind of company is it?"
    "Anything like the other big mergers? Oil company, liquor company, Internet provider...?"
    "No, I hear it's some small company, operating off a small tropical island. I don't know what they do, but they've got a lot of dough."
    "Wow. Enough to buy us?"
    "Yeah. They're supposed to be bribing the government this morning and coming in to take over this afternoon!"
    "Really?"
    "Yeah. Two guys with the same last name."
    "Same last name? Brothers?"
    "Maybe. Or father and son."
    Mindy and Emma exchanged a significant look. Could it be...?
    The door to the soundstage opened. Two men in tropical slacks and Hawaiian shirts entered. He was six foot five and graying a little at the temples. His son was six feet and a naive kind of handsome. The square jaw and powerful build they shared showed a strong family resemblance.
    Michael, the father, spoke first. His son Ted chimed in immediately.
    "My Bestest Pals!"
    "The Girls!"
    Most of the gathered cast and crew assumed these were nicknames for Mindy and Emma. Only the two of them knew that their old island one-night-stands were really calling out pet names for each woman's big pair. Mindy and Emma ran to the two men, embracing like the old lovers that they were.
    Emma placed her casabas significantly around Michael's bulging crotch. "Let's plan some 'jug-heading' real soon," she whispered wetly.
    Mindy hugged young Ted powerfully. "You know what, honey-pie?" she teased. "You know what you're doing right now?"
    Ted blushed. "Staring you right in the titties?" he guessed.
    "Nah. I mean, I'm used to that," said Mindy. "I mean you're actually licking your lips. That doesn't look too good for an entertainment tycoon, you know."
    Ted blushed an even deeper red.
    "And the way you're blushing!" she teased playfully. "Well, it's such a ripe, nipple-y color!"
    Ted audibly smacked his lips when Mindy used the word nipple.
    "Well, hold that thought, baby," whispered the womanly sex symbol. "We can wet your whistle tonight!"
    The women sent the men on their way, so that the day's shooting could begin. The men's voices echoed down the hall.
    "Dad, what are we paying them?"
    "I don't know, son, but it's not enough!"
    Mindy and Emma took their places. "Well, what do you think about that?" Emma asked her mama.
    "I think we're going to be very rich," her mama guessed, "and we're going to be on the air a long, long, time."
    Emma smiled and took her place behind the bathroom door on the hotel room set.
    "And... action!" shouted the director.
    Mindy arranged and rearranged her tight top as she gazed into a mirror, striving for maximum arousal. From behind the door, a throaty voice was heard.
    "Mama, are you decent?"
    Mindy laughed to herself and delivered her next line. "Baby, I'm dressed, but I'm never decent!"

THE END