Miriam Ehlenbach walked back into her classroom along with her junior-year Dramatic Literature students. She had thought that the perfect way to supplement the class' unit on Shakespeare would be to take them to see Franco Zeffirelli's 1968 movie version of ROMEO AND JULIET. And since the local revival-house cinema, down near the university, was playing it -- she took the class on a field trip to see the film. She was beginning to regret her decision. Taking a normal group of hormone-laden seventeen year olds and parading all that passion, all that lust ... and all those well-built young men in tights and fetching young things in tight, low-cut bodices was having the expected effect.
As the rowdy students took their seats, Miriam strode to the front of the classroom. "Any questions, comments, or observations on the movie?" she asked.
"Juliet was NOT fourteen!" spat out Jennie, to much laughter from both the boys and the girls.
From his seat behind Jennie, Randy Moore smiled to himself. He thought it interesting that Jennie would be the one to point out that actress Olivia Hussey had much bigger breasts than any of the class had ever seen on a fourteen year old. After all, Jennie herself had two of the biggest knockers in the school -- and that included the senior class. But Jennie was what most people called "big ALL OVER"... so if the boys thought of her at all, it was as a friendly fat girl -- NOT as a school sex goddess.
Randy opened the spiral notebook he took with him everywhere he went. Olivia Hussey's appearance as Juliet had made quite an impression on him as well. During the school bus ride from the theatre, Randy sketched picture after picture of Juliet -- sometimes concentrating so much on the lovely highlights and shadows of her prominent cleavage that he'd completely forgotten to sketch her face.
Miriam tried to gloss over big Jennie's remark. "Anyone else?"
Tony, the captain of the junior varsity football team, raised his hand. "Mrs Ehlenbach? Why'dja take us to see that movie, anyway?" he wanted to know.
"Well," answered the teacher, "I thought it would help make Shakespeare come alive for you! Bring him into the modern era."
"Modern era?" Tony was truly confused. "But when was that movie made? TEN years ago?"
The class started to snicker. "Hey, Tony! Did you do that math in your head yourself?" shot skinny and sharp-tongued Karen.
"Well ... yeah!" Tony smiled, unaware that he was being made fun of.
"Mrs E, I got a question," said Tony's girlfriend Deanna, captain of the cheerleading squad. Randy took in his breath as he watched Deanna raise her hand. That simple act brought the girl's tight knit sweater closer to her nearly-adult bustline in a most arousing fashion. God, thought Randy. What he wouldn't give for just one feel of that prime cheerleader titty -- even with the sweater still on!
"Yes, Deanna?"
"Well -- when Romeo and Juliet were in that death thing ... the tomb..." said Deanna, thinking over her words with obvious effort. "Did they ... 'do it'?"
"Deanna!" said Mrs Ehlenbach, with surprise and embarrassment. "Romeo thought Juliet was DEAD!"
"Yeah, but she WASN'T, right?" continued the blonde cheerleader with the Farrah 'do. "I figured maybe there was a scene they cut out."
"There was no scene cut out," the teacher tried to interject.
"I mean, if I was about to die, I'd 'do it' -- wouldn't you?" said Deanna with a shrug. Again Randy noted the amount of jiggle inspired by that shrug.
Tony beamed at the other boys in class. "That's my girl -- always has the important things on her mind!"
"I don't think that was Shakespeare's intention at all, Deanna," said Mrs Ehlenbach. "Class, in the next few days, I will read some of my favorite passages of the play out loud. And boys--" she peered mischievously over her glasses. "--I'll need SOMEONE to read the part of Romeo with me!"
The class began hooting and hollering at this little flirtation. Randy thought Mrs Ehlenbach was pretty attractive for a woman her age. After all, she must have been at least in her mid-twenties.
The bell signaling the end of class put the jeers and catcalls to a stop. "See you tomorrow," called the teacher as everyone got up to leave.
"Randy -- stay a moment," said Miriam. "I have something to ask you about." Randy approached the desk with a sense of dread. "What is it, Mrs Ehlenbach?" he asked timidly. "I've been paying attention in class."
"I know you have," said the teacher as she sat at her desk. "It's not really a problem I want to talk to you about. More of a question."
"Yes?"
The teacher leaned forward. "Just what is it you're always sketching in that spiral notebook of yours?"
"Oh, that!" said Randy, with relief. "That's all class-related, really." He opened his notebook and placed it on Mrs Ehlenbach's desk. Walking behind her, Randy pointed at one of his sketches. "See this right here? That's Lady Macbeth."
Mrs Ehlenbach blushed at the exquisite detail of Randy's picture. She'd never thought of Lady Macbeth as being quite so ... voluptous. "She certainly has ... a strong physical presence," she said finally.
Randy turned the page. "And here? That's Hamlet's girlfriend Ophelia ... just before she jumped into the river," he explained.
"The way you've drawn her, Randy, she never would have drowned," said the teacher, noting Ophelia's prominent "water-wings".
Randy turned another page and pointed with pride at a sketch that took up two whole pages. "And this! That's the three witches, from the beginning of MACBETH."
"Chanting 'Double D-Cup, Toil, and Trouble', apparently," muttered Mrs Ehlenbach, mostly to herself.
"Excuse me?" asked Randy.
"Never mind. I'm grateful that Shakespeare has ... inspired you in some way," said the teacher as she gathered her things to leave. "Please try to concentrate on the reading at LEAST as much as you're concentrating on your sketches."
"Oh! Sure, Mrs Ehlenbach," said Randy, relieved that he wasn't in trouble. "See you tomorrow!" He went out the classroom door.
Good God, thought Miriam. That's what happens when you take a normal, red-blooded American boy and show him THREE'S COMPANY, CHARLIE'S ANGELS, and Loni Anderson every night. She smiled in spite of herself and get ready to leave for the day.
Outside the classroom, Randy met up with his best friend, Annie. Annie was a friend, and she was a girl -- but neither of them thought of her as Randy's "girlfriend". They were just best pals.
"What's wrong?" Annie wanted to know as they walked down the hall. "Did you have to stay after school?"
"Not really," answered Randy. "Mrs Ehlenbach just wanted to know what I'm sketching in my notebook all the time."
"Ohhhh," said Annie. "You mean the Busty Brigade? The Cleavage Chronicles?" she teased. "The Gazonga Gallery?"
"Oh, cut it out," Randy teased back. "Just because you don't have any." She didn't, either. Annie had soft, short, light-brown hair and the facial features of a classic beauty -- but just enough extra flesh so that her mother and aunts were constantly saying "She has such a pretty face. It's too bad about her weight." Neither had Annie been blessed with the generous chest that so many plump girls seem to have. Her figure would never be described as an hourglass. It was more of ... a cylinder.
That was probably one of the reasons she dressed it in such drab fashion. Annie wore a daily uniform of black leotard top, loose-fitting men's plaid flannel shirt, faded blue jeans, and sneakers or Earth shoes. Maybe that's why she and Randy got along so well. They pretty much dressed alike.
"Hey, you want to go to Dairy Queen and get a Hot Fudge Brownie Delight tonight after supper?" Annie asked. "My mom and dad are letting me use the car this week."
"Sounds great," answered Randy. "See you after supper. Hey, did you see Monty Python on PBS last night?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"Did you see that girl at the shop? She had no clothes on!" Randy whooped.
"Well, yeah," Annie offered, "but it was meant as a commentary. The bored English businessman is so numbed by the tedium of the everyday world that he doesn't even notice a naked woman. That was the point of the sketch."
"Yeah," said Randy, "but she had NO CLOTHES ON!"
"Randy, for a guy who seems so mature in so many ways," said Annie, "you are such a boy sometimes! I'll see you at seven."
"Okay, 'bye!"
When he got home, Randy walked in the front door and immediately went upstairs to his bedroom. He pulled his well-worn copy of Pink Floyd's DARK SIDE OF THE MOON album out of its jacket and plopped it on the stereo. As the percussive sounds of TIME began, Randy turned out all the lights except his desk study lamp, which he'd fitted with a sheet of bright red cellophane. In this dimly-lit setting, Randy fell back onto his bed and reached underneath to get a magazine.
PLAYBOY? PENTHOUSE? GENT?
No. Randy smiled as he pulled out a copy of ZAP COMIX. He'd discovered the "underground comix" of cartoonists R. Crumb, S. Clay Wilson, Gilbert Shelton, and others on one of his trips to the city's "head shoppe". It was a little storefront place on the university side of town called the QUIT WHILE YOU'RE A HEAD SHOPPE, and it was lit entirely in black light and day-glo paint. Album rock was played at a deafening level, and most customers came there to buy pot paraphenalia -- rolling papers, roach clips, and bongs. Of course, a sign hand-written in Magic Marker on the store wall clearly said "ALL PRODUCTS AT THE QUIT WHILE YOU'RE A HEAD SHOPPE ARE SOLD WITH THE INTENTION THAT THEY BE USED WITH LEGAL SUBSTANCES ONLY."
Right. And the Village People were just singing about the Y-M-C-A.
Randy opened ZAP, eagerly looking forward to reading the offbeat humor of R. Crumb. Everyone knew his "KEEP ON TRUCKIN'" poster, but in ZAP, Randy found forbidden tales of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. R. Crumb's stories about Mister Natural, Flakey Foont, and especially the enormous-breasted-and-big-assed Angelfood McSpade fascinated him. ESPECIALLY Angelfood. Imagine the secrets of sex Randy could learn from a woman like that!
In the inside front cover of this edition, R. Crumb offered a bizarre self-portrait of the artist at work. A wild-eyed maniac was seen at his drawing board, as the title screamed "MISTER SKETCHUM IS AT IT AGAIN!"
Randy liked to think of himself that way. He and his little spiral notebook. Master of his own world of fantasy and excitement, created with a simple pencil and eraser. "MISTER SKETCHUM" himself!
Just then there was a knock, and Randy's dad stuck his head through the door. Good thing Randy wasn't reading about the voluptous Angelfood McSpade. His father might have caught him in a more embarassing state! Still, Randy shoved the "comix" book under the bed anyway, just to be sure.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Hi, Randy. I just wanted to remind you that your mother and I are going to be gone for a few days," said his dad, scowling at Randy's "mood lighting" and abruptly turning on the overhead light. "We trust that you'll do the right thing. Not like the last time, when you had that party that people were spreading the word about over the C-B radio!"
"Oh, no, Dad, I wouldn't do a thing like that," said Randy, sitting up on the bed. "Especially after you had the neighbors rat on me!"
Randy's dad smiled. "Well, it worked, after all. You know where the grocery money is, right?"
"Yep," said Randy.
"Now, I don't want you staying up 'til all hours watching Johnny Carson and Tom Snyder on school nights."
"Got it, Dad."
"Or that English thing... that... MARTY PYTHON," continued Mr Moore.
"I got it, Dad. Where are you guys going again?" asked Randy.
"It's a marriage retreat up north, with the church group," explained his dad. "Seven couples are going to discuss marriage. Father Bob, Father Dan, and Father Ronald are going to be holding seminars."
Randy looked dubious. "You're going to talk about marriage with three guys who've never been married, and aren't even allowed to think about women and sex?" he asked.
Other dads might have been annoyed at this impertinence, but Randy's dad was kind of amused and proud at the boy's insight. "Yep. That's about the size of it!" he laughed, chucking a pillow at Randy's head. "Remember, be good!" he said as he left the room.
"I will. Have fun!" said Randy.
Randy made himself some Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for dinner and waited for Annie to come around for their trip to Dairy Queen. At about seven o'clock, Annie pulled her mom's Ford Crown Victoria in front of Randy's house and beeped the horn. Randy grabbed his notebook and pencil and ran out to meet her.
"Hey," said Annie.
"Hey," answered Randy.
They drove to Dairy Queen without a word. That was one of the reasons Randy liked hanging out with Annie. He didn't feel that every conversational lull HAD to be filled.
They ordered their sundaes from the window and went to sit on the pavement under the street lamp to eat them. "I heard about what Deanna asked Mrs Ehlenbach in Dramatic Literature," smiled Annie.
"Yeah," laughed Randy. "She wanted to know if Romeo and Juliet 'did it' in the tomb!"
"God, she's such a moron," said Annie, shaking her head. "She wouldn't know two and two made four unless she heard it by gossip."
"But she's so good-looking," marveled Randy. "Why are girls like Deanna almost always idiots?"
"Because when your tits grow, your brain atrophies," offered Annie, with a wistful smile.
"Yeah, but why can't a girl have both? I don't get it," wondered Randy, spooning a heap of vanilla ice cream and hot fudge into his mouth. "Take you, for instance, Annie. You're smart and funny. You realize that all English rock musicians got their licks from black American bluesmen. You know who James Thurber and Robert Benchley were. You understand that there's a qualitative difference between the Marx Brothers and the Three Stooges."
Annie smiled at the compliment.
"And between Monty Python and Benny Hill," Randy went on. "And your face is gorgeous! But your body...!"
Annie sighed with a hint of disgust. "Okay, that's enough, okay?"
Randy opened his notebook and began to sketch. "Look here. Here's your face..."
He drew her flattering short haircut and attractive face beautifully.
Annie began looking over his shoulder.
"And THIS could be your body!" Randy crowed as he continued sketching by the light of the street lamp. Under Annie's usual leotard top and men's shirt, Randy sketched an outrageously big bosom. Annie walked behind him in order to look over his shoulder. When she saw the sketch, she laughed out loud. Randy did too, because it seemed like the right thing to do, but he didn't think it was amusing. To Randy -- it was more arousing. He turned the pencil on its side to shade the depths of this fantasy Annie's prominent cleavage, and then proceeded to give her a tiny waist and curvy hips in a tight, tight pair of blue jeans. As a kicker, he drew six-inch pumps in place of Annie's customary sneakers.
He smiled with satisfaction at his paper-and-pencil creation. It looked just the way he wanted it to. And why not? Annie deserved it, as far as Randy was concerned.
"Randy," said Annie, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Not now, Annie," he said, using the eraser for finishing touches.
"Randy, I'm serious," Annie continued. "Turn around and look at me."
"What's the big deal?" Randy wanted to know.
"Looks like two big deals to me," said Annie. "I want you to see what I was tapping you on the shoulder WITH."
Randy turned around. A sinfully sexy and top-heavy Annie stood before him, the parking lot street lamp throwing the most delicious shadows across her generous cleavage. Somehow Annie had been transformed into a virtual mirror image of Randy's lusty sketch -- right down to the six-inch pumps on which her shapely legs were now balanced.
There was a silence. A smile started on both of their lips and soon spread from ear to ear.
"Wow," Randy finally said.
On the other side of the parking lot, a lonely pothead was sitting down with a Jumbo Banana Split to feed his marijuana-induced munchies. Apparently unclear on the whole concept of cause and effect, he lit another joint to enjoy along with his ice cream. As he was about to take his first bite, he looked across the parking lot just in time to see a girl's boobs grow to an unbelievably enormous size before his very eyes.
The pothead put out the joint in the vanilla ice cream and ran.
"Did I do that?" Randy wanted to know.
"With your pencil and paper?" said Annie, moving her shoulders to see just how much these new extensions of her sexual self would rock and roll. "It seems impossible. But just look."
"Fuck this ice cream," cried Randy. "Let's go back to my house!"
"Okay," said Annie, running for her car. Seeing her bust rear up enthusiastically in front of her chin on every step was something she was not prepared for.
When they got to the car, Annie eyeballed the distance between the seat and the steering wheel. Then she glanced at her new asssets.
"You'd better drive," she said.
Randy shoved over to the driver's side and they sped off. Randy really had to concentrate on his driving. His involuntary glances down Annie's blouse were likely to send the Crown Victoria into a tree.
"Hold it! There's one place I want to stop first," said Annie.
"Stop??" cried Randy, with the impatience that is peculiar to the seventeen year old horny male of the species. "Where?"
"Jennie's house. I want to show her," Annie insisted.
"Show her? What for?"
"Just yesterday I was saying to her, 'Gosh, Jennie, I wish I had your boobs.' Won't she be surprised to see that now I do?" said Annie, with excitement.
"Well ... okay," said Randy, steering his way to Jennie's house. "I guess it's a girl thing."
Annie opened the door and maneuvered her unfamiliar body out the car door. "I'll be right back," she smiled.
Randy watched Annie struggling with her new center of gravity as she made her way to Jennie's front door and rang the bell. Jennie came out onto the front porch to talk to Annie. Randy couldn't hear her words, but it didn't take a lip reader to make out "Oh, my God" and "Holy shit" when Jennie got a look at Annie's new knockers.
Randy idly picked up his notebook and pencil once again. That Jennie was really pretty sexy, if you could get past her sheer bigness. She had a pretty smile with a hint of an overbite -- and that always turned Randy on. He wasn't sure why. He started sketching Jennie as he thought about her. Of course, those big boobs were yummy -- and since Jennie seemed to know that they were her number one asset, she wasn't shy about showing them off. She favored tight striped t-shirts with scoop necks. In fact, she was wearing one right now. When Randy glanced at the two friends talking on the porch, he could see how Jennie was leaning over to look at all the changes in Annie's body. This pose gave him a most appetizing view of Jennie's cleavage. And it was a detailed enough view for Randy to sketch!
When Randy got down to sketching Jennie's waist, he stopped. Why draw what IS when you could draw what COULD BE? After all, it worked for Annie. With a look of hope in his eye, he started sketching a dramatic contrast between Jennie's bust and waist. He made her hips flare sassily, and he changed the baggy shorts she had on into a pair of hot pants, deliberately two sizes too small. And he changed her white tube socks and Keds into six-inch bright red heels... the kind the women's magazines called "kiss-me pumps" -- but you know which word they REALLY meant to use!
He looked back at Jennie's porch and noticed that BOTH girls were coming toward the car, Annie's proud bust leading the way and obscuring Randy's view of Jennie. No sweat. He didn't need to look at Jennie any more. He'd finished his sketch.
Annie leaned down to talk to Randy through the passenger side window. He tried to look her in the eye, but he couldn't. His gaze was drawn involuntarily to her cleavage.
"I'm up here," Annie said, amused.
"Sorry," Randy said, flustered. "You might have to get used to that, Annie."
"Jennie's coming over, too!" said Annie as she got in the front seat. "I told her we were having a party!"
"Great," Randy said, not sure if he meant it or not. He'd kind of been counting on having the arousing new Annie alone in his parent-less house.
"Get in," said Annie, turning to Jennie. Jennie smiled and turned around in order to open the back door. Annie stopped her by putting a hand on her ass.
"Hey!" laughed Jennie. "Cut it out! I didn't know you were 'that way', Annie!"
"No, wait -- look at you! Look at this ass!" Annie marveled. "It's ... it's ... SMALLER!"
"Jesus, it is," said Jennie, feeling it with her own hands without turning around. Randy grinned and took another look at his notebook sketch.
"God, and your legs are GORGEOUS!" cooed Annie. "What are you, on a weight-loss program? And where'd you get those shoes?"
Jennie turned back to them and tried to see for herself. She couldn't really, because her bust was in the way, but Jennie was used to that. Finally she managed to see her own ass, waist, and legs by using the car's rear-view mirror.
"Oh, my God," Jennie whispered. "What's going on?"
Randy held up his notebook and pencil. "MISTER SKETCHUM IS AT IT AGAIN!" he cried, and did his best mock-evil laugh. "Get in, Jennie. We really ARE going to have a party!"
They sped off. Jennie spoke up from the back seat. "Randy, this is impossible. How can you change reality with a pencil and paper?"
"Ours is not to reason why, Jennie," said Randy. "What do you care? Don't you like the results?"
"I LOVE them! But you have to admit, it's pretty hard to believe. Ummm ... can we show someone else?"
"Depends," Randy said, concentrating hard on his driving. "Male or female?"
"Female," said Jennie.
"Sure! The more, the merrier!" he called out.
"And the bigger, the better!" added Annie.
"Then let's go to Karen's house," said Jennie, leaning forward and inadvertently squishing her boobs against the back of the passenger seat. "She's always, ALWAYS wanted tits."
"Karen?" Annie asked, surprised. "Really? But Karen is as skinny as a model. I thought guys liked girls like Karen."
"She says no. Guys don't really like skinny," shot back Jennie. "At least not as skinny as her. Karen doesn't have any more dates than you or me. At least not as far as I know."
"Well, that might not be because of how she looks," Randy said. "She's got a mouth on her. Remember today in English class, Jennie?"
"Oh! You mean the way she told Tony what a moron he was and Tony didn't even know it?" Jennie giggled.
"Exactly," said Randy.
"Well, c'mon," offered Annie. "Let's have Randy draw her the boobies she's always wanted!"
"Yeah! She's in for a treat! And I'll bet I am, too." Randy laughed as he made his way down Karen's street.
Jennie got out of the car. "I'm just gonna say she should tell her mom she's coming over to my house," she told Randy and Annie. "That's it. Wait 'til she sees us -- and finds out Randy can do the same for her!"
As soon as Jennie left, Randy plunged his hands down his best friend's shirt. "That gives us time for a quick feel!" he laughed.
"Okay," Annie said, agreeably, "but you'd better make it really quick! You have some more drawing to do."
"Right," said Randy, reaching his entire arm through Annie's cleavage and slipping his hand down into her panties. With his other hand, he stimulated both nipples until they stuck out of Annie's shirt like twin doorbells. Annie sighed.
"No one, NO ONE has ever done that to me before," she said softly. "A girl could get used to this."
Randy pulled himself away abruptly. "I gotta draw Karen before she knows what's happening to her," he said, grinning.
He put pencil to paper and drew Karen's face -- wire-rim glasses, pointy chin and all.
"That's her," Annie agreed. She moved in closer to Randy to get a look at his notebook. Her huge pillowy breasts lovingly warmed Randy's forearms as she snuggled in close!
Randy drew another pair of outrageously over-emphasized chest champions on top of Karen's long torso.
"You think she'll like these?" Randy asked Annie.
"I can tell that YOU like them," purred Annie, carressing his bluejean-clad crotch.
Just then the back door opened. Karen got in first, followed by Jennie.
"Hi, Karen," Randy said casually.
"Hey, Randy ... Annie," Karen greeted them. "Jennie won't tell me what this is about. What's going on?"
By way of illustration, Annie draped her bosoms over the back seat. Jennie held hers up until they met Annie's. The passenger side headrest was trapped by all four of their incredible tits.
"Wow," said Karen. "How'd you guys get THOSE?"
"Just look down, Karen," said Jennie.
Karen did as she was told. She saw that her own boobs were swelling as big as Annie's and Jennie's. "What the -- ? HOW?"
Annie explained. "You know what a good artist Randy is. He's so good that when he drew US this way -- it came true!" She held up Randy's unfinished sketch of Karen.
"Karen, I have one question," said Randy. "Should I draw the rest of your body fuller and curvier? Or do you want those tits planted on the body you've already got?"
Karen looked down, considering the two alternatives. "Same body. What the hell!" she laughed. "They used to call me 'Stick'. Now let 'em call me 'Tits On A Stick'!"
Randy finished the sketch and started up the car. "Wanna go to a party at my house?" Randy said as he pulled away. "My folks are gone."
"Yeah!" said Karen. "I'm sure we all could find a few things to entertain ourselves with," she purred, throwing her new titties from side to side.
A few blocks later, Randy felt something caressing his neck and ear. "Karen, c'mon," he growled. "I gotta drive. No kissing the driver -- YET."
Karen smiled wickedly. "You're one consonant off, baby."
"What are you talking about?" Randy wanted to know.
"Those aren't LIPS -- they're NIPS!" laughed Karen. "And they want to come out and play!"
Annie and Jennie whooped when they turned to look at Karen. She'd pulled her T-shirt up to her neck and was holding her disproportionate titties in her hands. Now she was using them to poke and prod the back of Randy's neck as he drove.
"Oh, my God," said Randy, when he realized what was happening. "We better get to my house before I wrap Annie's mom's car around a tree!"
They pulled the car into the garage and went into Randy's house through the back door. Randy hoped that would throw off the neighborhood spies that had turned him in the last time he'd had an unauthorized party. Randy and the three girls -- and the six enormous boobs -- bounded into the living room, where Randy made sure all the curtains were closed.
"Well ... God," Randy said. "I've never really done this before. What do we do first?"
Karen spoke up. "My clothes are getting awfully tight and uncomfortable. Anybody else?"
Annie and Jennie murmured agreement, smiling. "Well, then, hell -- let's take 'em off!" called Karen.
"Wait a second," said Randy, taking a seat on the ottoman in the middle of the room. "Not all at once. I'd like to see those big things unveiled one pair at a time."
The girls chuckled and started a good-natured argument about who should go first. Karen pushed her way to the front of the line and stood in front of Randy.
"You've already seen these once in the car, so let me go first."
Randy just grinned his approval.
Karen shucked off her modest cardigan sweater and pulled her floral long-sleeved T-shirt out of the waistband of her pants. This made the garment hang straight down what seemed like several feet in front of her. She lifted the hem of the shirt up. Soon it was no longer hanging loosely. When she reached the lower hemispheres of her breasts, it became an effort to dislodge the fabric from her flesh, it was so tight. Almost instantly, the smooth rounded bottoms of her boobs came into view, followed by a pair of nipples that were getting longer and harder by the second.
"Karen!" Jennie spoke in surprise. "No bra?"
"Never had a need for one," smiled 'Tits On A Stick', as she'd just nicknamed herself. When the shirt squeezed off her head, it nearly knocked her wire-rim glasses off her face.
"Can't lose those," Karen cracked. "Won't see what I'm fucking!"
She picked up the glasses and playfully put them on each of her titties in turn, using her hard nipples as little noses. The girls laughed; Randy seemed to grunt.
Karen replaced the glasses on face and pretended to be surprised to see those huge hoochie-koochies for the first time. She lifted them toward her mouth and tried to suck on both nipples at the same time.
"Save that job for me, Stick!" Randy laughed through his lust.
Jennie jumped up, her bust bouncing from the sudden movement. "I'm next!"
Jennie started a slow grind to a musical beat that played only in her head. She closed her eyes as she unsnapped and unzipped her tight shorts.
Karen spoke up and broke Jennie's trance. "You're not going to show Randy your tits first?"
Jennie eased her shorts down past her newly reduced and re-curved ass and legs. "THESE are the opening act," she cooed, without opening her eyes. She kicked her shorts and panties to the side, leaving her high heels on. She continued to sway, airing out her hairy womanhood. She raised her hands and eased them down the big and rounded sides of her boobies. "THESE here ... they're the HEADLINERS!" Jennie took a different tack than Karen. She pulled her scoop neck downward until one big, bra-clad boob popped out. Then she reached to the other side of her shirt and popped out its companion. Jennie pulled what was left of the garment down over her hips until it fell to the floor. Sexily, she stepped out of it.
Still moving and grooving to her own percussion section, she backed up until her naked ass was in front of Randy. Then Jennie hunched down to present him with the enviable task of unhooking her bra. Randy did it feverishly and quickly, and the lingerie seemed to spring forward. Jennie laughed and danced away, grabbing the foundation garment and throwing it over Randy's head.
Annie was pleased that she got to go last, although Jennie's act was going to be hard to follow. But Annie was pretty sure she could do it. She jumped in front of Randy, as the other two had done. She peeled off her jeans and panties in a matter-of-fact fashion, and used her pump-clad feet to kick the unwanted garments away. Her audience, in their various stages of undress, were a little confused. They expected her to do a little more strip-teasing.
Annie strode confidently toward Randy, swaying her hips and giving her moistening pussy a few extra shakes. She planted herself in front of him with an emphatic thump of her heels on the shag-carpeted floor. As Randy looked up, attempting to see her face past her monumental mams, Annie grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled his head into her wet womanhood.
"Start by giving that a taste, baby," Annie said, at once loving and forceful.
Randy tried it. He liked it. When his tongue actions had Annie bucking her hips into his chin, she abruptly pulled his face away. "Now ... the next menu item!" she called.
She pulled the bottom of her leotard top away from her full and yet shapely waist. She had Randy duck his head until she could pull it under her shirt. Once there, she manueuvered her nipples into his waiting and willing mouth. It was quite a sight. The front of Annie's leotard top showed THREE huge, rounded protuberences. Two were tits. One was her favorite guy's head.
"Feast away," she said to Randy's hidden ears. He didn't need to be asked twice. When Annie could no longer stand it, she pulled his head out and threw her leotard and flannel shirt to the side, sending her jugs jumping so violently they nearly knocked her off her feet.
Randy barely let a second go by once her boobs were set free. He immediately clamped his lips on her nipples again.
Jennie and Karen moaned in protest. "Hey! What about us!" they demanded.
Annie smiled and pulled Randy's head away. She motioned for the girls to squeeze in on either side of her, making an unbroken wall of tits.
Then the trio snaked their way around the ottoman where Randy sat. They leaned forward to make a sort of titty theme-park, a casaba carousel, a mammary merry-go-round. Annie leaned her tits into Randy's mouth, while he sucked and slobbered with enthusiasm. Then Annie slowly moved to one side, and Jennie's jugs took their place in front of Randy's face. He paid them oral tribute as well. Next, Karen's cans replaced Jennie's, and Randy tickled, tingled, and tasted them with his tongue. Then the cycle started again!
The only sounds heard were Randy's slurps and kisses, and the girls' gasps (and occasional giggles). Suddenly, Karen pulled her hard-nippled tits out of Randy's mouth. Randy grunted a primitive sound of protest.
"Wait a second!" Karen pretended to scold. "You've got us naked as jaybirds, and you have all your clothes on! How fair is that?"
Jennie laughed and began undoing his belt. "Yeah, let us see if your equipment is as top-of-the-line as ours!"
Annie just licked her full lips as she tore the buttons off Randy's flannel shirt. When his naked form was revealed, the girls cooed at the sight of his hard upturned manhood.
Annie reached for Randy's shoulders and eased him into a standing position on top of the ottoman. "I want to try something," she told the girls.
When Randy was in position, the three girls stood up. Now Randy's cock was just about tit-level. "Let's get the merry-go-round going again!" called Annie.
They circled around him, their suddenly overdeveloped breasts pushing, punching, and caressing his tool. The girls had to supress the urge to laugh when they saw by his face how badly he wanted to come. "Go ahead!" urged Karen, with a surprising air of experience. "Spray 'em! There's plenty more where that came from!"
Randy couldn't speak -- he could only do. And do he did ... all over all six breasts. Once the spewing began, the girls rushed to keep the carousel motion going so that every one of those six boobs got just as much come as the next one. Then everybody sank onto the couch and easy chair. Annie, Jennie, and Karen rubbed the juice into their boobies as though it were Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion.
In a minute, Annie sat up. "You know what I want to do now?"
"What?" Jennie asked.
"I never get asked to any of those dances," said Annie. "You know, the Sweetheart Dance in February, the prom in spring? Even when I asked Randy to the Sadie Hawkins Dance, he thought I was kidding!"
"I did?" Randy said. "Sorry!"
"So I want to slow-dance! Let's put on 'Stairway to Heaven'!"
Karen pulled her naked self off the couch and moved toward the stereo, making sure she dragged her nips across Randy's cock, chest, and face on her way. She found the Led Zeppelin album jacket and took out the record. The familiar flute and acoustic guitar began.
"I think Annie and Randy should have the first dance," announced Karen.
The two best friends stood and approached each other, smiling. Annie gripped Randy's shoulders the way she'd always wanted. She managed to make those two huge mounds on her chest enhance the experience, rather than get in the way. Randy let his hand slip down to caress her naked ass.
Karen and Jennie knew not to call "Hubba hubba" or "Watch those hands". Even though they wanted to.
Randy felt his hard tool nestle against her curvaceous stomach. The soft brown hair of Annie's crotch tickled his balls. Soon Randy felt himself hunching his lower body up and down, back and forth. His body was acting without any participation from his brain.
Annie felt Randy's cock doing its best to enter her love tunnel. "Hold it," she said suddenly. "I don't want to stop you, but I have to. I don't want to get pregnant."
Randy looked crestfallen, but he knew she was right.
"Wait!" cried Jennie, walking over to Annie. "There are a few other ... warm ... soft ... and inviting places you can put that thing!" She reached under her breasts and pushed her hand through her cleavage as she spoke.
"Wow!" said Randy. "What a great idea!" "Here," said Jennie, becoming the ringleader of the next activity. She lay down on her back on the shag-carpeted floor and indicated that Annie and Karen lie on either side of her.
The other girls quickly complied. Randy looked down, smiling. "Shit, it looks like a fucking mountain range," he muttered.
"That's what we want," said Jennie. "Fuck the mountains!"
"Why? Because they're THERE!" Karen wisecracked.
Randy put a knee on either side of Annie's body and lowered his cock between her breasts. The back-and-forth, in-and-out movement came just as naturally as it did when her pussy was in close proximity. Annie reached in and squeezed them together even harder. Jennie stopped them, suspecting the geyser was ready to blow.
"Save some for me, lover!" growled the Formerly Friendly Fat Girl. Randy obeyed. Appropriately, 'Stairway to Heaven' had moved to the more uptempo section -- you know, when it's not really a slow dance anymore but everybody keeps slow dancing anyway, because how often do teenagers get a chance to hump in public in a socially acceptable setting? Maybe it wasn't exactly a waltz tempo ... but it was pretty good for tit fucking.
Randy starting singing along as he ground his cock into the folds of Jennie's flesh. "And she's - cli - i - ming a stairway to heaven..." he sang out.
"You know, everyone says 'climbing'," commented Karen. "But it's really 'buying'. Did you ever notice that?"
Randy stopped his movement and pretended to be really annoyed. "Karen, you know something?" he said, teasing. "Sometimes, you just plain talk too much."
Karen smiled wickedly. "I can think of something YOU could do about that."
Randy was bewildered. "What?"
"Well," teased Karen seductively. "I really shouldn't talk ... with my mouth full."
Randy understood. He had Karen sit up and wrap her lips around his engorged member. Her obvious skill surprised him.
"Oh, my God, Karen," he croaked. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Karen smiled through her overfilled mouth and kept going. Her use of tongue, lips ... even teeth was sheer artistry. Annie and Jennie leaned in to watch and learn.
"Jesus," Randy grunted.
The combination of soft teasing and hard suction was rapidly bringing Randy to the edge, and Karen knew it. When Randy reached the point of inevitability, Karen reached for Annie and Jennie's hands.
As she pulled their hands in to play with Randy's balls, Randy emptied those balls into Karen's mouth with a shout louder than a Ted Nugent guitar lick. All three girls joined him with sounds of excitement and arousal.
Karen leaned back with a smile. "What did you do?" Annie wanted to know. "Did you swallow it?" asked Jennie.
Karen silently shook her head, and held up a finger to say 'Wait a minute'. Holding up those out-of-proportion breasts like a shelf, she slowly opened her mouth.
The come spilled out and spread across her boobs.
Karen's audience roared its approval. Annie and Jennie thrust their boobs forward and rubbed them on Karen's tits, in order to spread Randy's juices around a little bit.
Moments later, Jennie had passed out damp washcloths for everyone. Annie was tenderly cleaning Randy's cock and balls, and Randy was spending way more time than was necessary washing down Annie's boobs.
"My God, Karen," Randy said. "Where did you learn to suck a cock like that?"
Karen smiled and continued housecleaning her hooters. "When a girl has no tits, she has to develop other talents," she said with a sly smile.
Annie stopped her crotch cleaning and spoke up. "I hope you appreciate the irony of hearing you say that," she teased, "as we watch you wiping crusty come off two of the biggest tits any of us have ever seen!"
Karen smiled back. "That's not an irony," she said. "It's a dramatic coincidence."
Annie bristled. "Bullshit! That's irony!" She walked toward Karen to confront her.
Karen put the washcloth down and puffed out her chest -- as if it were necessary. She shot back, "No! You're wrong!"
Jennie laughed and pushed her nipples toward Randy. "Here, baby," she giggled. "Taste these -- they're hard as IRON-y."
Now Karen and Annie were bumping big boobs against each other.
"Irony!"
"Not!"
"Irony!"
"Not!"
When it exploded into a full-scale big boob battle, Jennie whooped and joined in. "Let's play bumper cars!" she called, and threw her hooters into the fray.
Randy watched. Without touching anything... just from the arousing sight of the four girls and their breathtaking breasts... he spontaneously came all over himself. Again.
Jennie chuckled warmly and tossed him a fresh washcloth. "Here, baby. Get that thing back in working order and you can play bumper cars, too!"
In minutes, Randy took her up on the offer.
Randy had a hard time getting out of bed the next day. Last night's make-out party had left him ... drained. Really drained. Most of what was in him had been drained out onto the girls' faces, bodies ... and especially onto their tits. Those tits. Randy smiled from ear to ear thinking about those tits. Six enormous, soft, pillowy, hard-nippled, delicious tits. And he was their creator, really.
The girls finally had to go home about midnight. Jennie's bust was really the same size, more or less, so she managed to struggle back into her bra and clot. Neither Annie nor Karen had ever had a need to WEAR a bra before that night, so they had a little more trouble. How did they explain their altered appearances to their parents? Randy wondered. Well, he didn't have time to worry about that now. He had to see if he could get himself off to school without the help of his mother's constant "noodging", since Mr and Mrs Moore were still both away on their retreat. Randy managed a Pop Tarts breakfast without too much trouble, and he was on his way.
Once at the school, Randy made his way to the grassy area in front of the building, right behind the sign that told everyone the name of the high school and what was going on that week. It was like a movie marquee. That was where he usually met Annie to shoot the breeze before the morning bell rang. He didn't see her. She wasn't at their usual meeting place. Randy looked around. Finally he spotted a growing crowd of junior and senior boys. They were all flocking around ... something or someone. Randy couldn't quite see. He tried to elbow his way in along with the rest. He stopped when he caught a glimpse of a red plaid flannel shirt ... stretched to its very limit.
It was was Annie. Most of the male population of the school was trying to talk to, touch, or even just get a look down the shirt of Randy's best friend. He couldn't believe it. None of these guys ever gave Annie a second glance before, but now ... Annie was handling it beautifully, knowing how to bend just so to let the guys see how her boobs were deliciously smooshed against one another in her shirt. Pretending to idly adjust her neckline. Fiddling with a top button to make them think they'd see a little something more. Throwing back her head and laughing at an admirer's joke, so that all the boys could watch how her boobies bobbled and bounced.
Randy tried without success to catch her eye. Suddenly their gaze met, and Annie tried to break away to talk to Randy. But the boys wouldn't let her. They set up a phalanx of blue denim that simply wouldn't allow Annie to get through. Annie smiled and shrugged at Randy with an expression that showed a genuine mix of flattery and regret.
Randy walked on. In front of the gym entrance was big Jennie. Well ... now big in SOME places and not in others! She, too, was holding court with an admiring group of young men -- including a few of the teachers. Randy looked closer. It wasn't just the male teachers, either. Leading the pack of eyes trying to peer into her cleavage was the Girls' Physical Education Teacher. Randy always thought girls' gym teachers must be a little ... you know. Or else why would they get into it?
Jennie was taking it all in and walking around like she was the newly crowned queen of high school sex. She'd always been big and friendly ... but now she was big-BREASTED and friendly, and that's a whole 'nother thing! Randy never even got a chance to get a smile or shrug out of her.
From the opposite direction came the thin and tart-tongued Karen. Well ... Randy would have to stop thinking of her as thin. Although most of her beanpole frame remained, that prominent bustline made her look like ... like ... well, like an outsized letter "P"!
Flocked around Karen were a group of future engineering students who were probably looking at something besides trigonometry textbooks for the first time in their lives. Karen was chatting and smiling, proud in the knowledge that she was inspiring these guys to think less about Algebra and more about Bras.
This sucks, thought Randy.
That night at home, Randy took LAYLA AND OTHER ASSORTED LOVE SONGS by Derek and the Dominoes out of its jacket and put it on the stereo. He was alone with Clapton's guitar and his thoughts. While Eric sang about lost love, he thought about his lost friends. He didn't feel quite right thinking of them as his "girlfriends" ... but they were his friends and they certainly were girls. Especially after Randy's pencil had worked its magic. Why should all the other guys in school get a crack at 'em? He knew them and LIKED them even before their extraordinary and unexplained growth.
Oh, what the hell, he thought, as he picked up the phone and dialed. Maybe he couldn't talk to them in the halls, but surely they'd come over for another make-out party, what with Randy's parents still gone and all.
"Sorry, Randy," explained Annie. "I can't. I've got a date tomorrow!"
"A date?"
"Yes! Tony, the captain of the football team asked me out. Isn't that exciting!" she almost squealed.
I'm so excited I could spit up, thought Randy. "Tony? You mean Tony's not going out with Deanna?"
"Not after he saw me and Jennie! We make Deanna look like 'The Young and the Breast-less'! Why? Do you want to ask Deanna to come over?" giggled Annie.
"No, of course not. She ... well, she'd be no fun. It'd be like having a conversation with a fence post. You know what I mean?" said Randy. "So, Annie ... you're not gonna come over, huh? Even though we get together almost every Friday?"
"Sorry, Randy. I feel like I can't. Tony doesn't ask out every girl," said Annie.
Every girl with huge tits, Randy thought to himself. "Okay. Another time, maybe. Hey, do you know if Jennie is busy?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. She's coming on the date, too."
"Coming too? With you and Tony? What for?" Randy wanted to know.
"Tony said he always wanted to have a 'merangue a trio'! Isn't that cute?" gushed Annie.
Adorable, thought Randy as he hung up the phone. Quickly, he dialed up Karen. Maybe a smaller make-out party. Like with just Randy and Karen. Randy, Karen ... and those two enormous, point-out-at-you tits. Mmm! The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.
"Uh-uh, Randy. No can do. I'm seeing the Physics Club from school on Friday evening," said Karen.
"The Physics Club? Those pimply guys with thick glasses?" replied Randy. "Why?"
"They want to run some experiments on me," laughed Karen, with more than a little hint of suggestiveness in her voice. "They say that my being able to stand erect with these tits is in complete opposition to every law of Physics!"
Geez, thought Randy. Something will be standing erect all right, but that's another matter.
"So I'm meeting them under the bleachers at school. And Randy -- you know what?" asked Karen, provocatively.
"What?"
"They're bringing their SLIDE RULES!" Karen said with a whoop of laughter as Randy hung up the phone.
Derek and the Dominoes had moved on to the piano-and-bird-chirping finale of LAYLA. This was not what Randy had in mind.
He thought and thought until he came up with a plan.
His pencil and spiral notebook had brought this on. They wouldn't fail him now.
Randy went to bed and set his clock radio for 3am. That way the girls wouldn't notice what was happening.
When the alarm clock went off, playing Billy Joel's JUST THE WAY YOU ARE... Randy got out of bed, walked over to his desk and opened his spiral notebook -- first to his full-bodied drawing of Annie.
He turned his pencil over and started to erase.
The next day Randy walked confidently to his and Annie's spot behind the school sign. It didn't take long for a familiar figure to stand before him.
It was Annie. Her short, light brown hair framed her beautiful but just a little-too-fleshy face. She wore her customary garb of leotard top, baggy plaid flannel shirt, blue jeans, and Earth Shoes. And her form had returned to its normal, unspectacular, cylindrical state.
Randy gave her a smile. Annie dropped the pissed-off expression she was trying to put forward and smiled back.
"Thanks a lot, asshole," Annie finally said. "I know what you did. So does Jennie. You don't have to DRAW ME ANY PICTURES!"
Randy held up his notebook and pencil, eraser side up. "Sorry, pal. I couldn't take it. Not being able to talk to you ... or ... laugh at bad movies with you ... listen to old blues records together ... I guess I couldn't stand having to share you."
"But you know that you're more important than all those googly-eyed guys ... don't you, Randy?" asked Annie. "Even though you can be just as googly-eyed yourself sometimes," she added with a smirk.
"I don't know. Maybe. But I hated the fact that ... well ... that I saw you first! That you were my friend, tits or no," Randy said, staring at the floor.
Annie reached for his chin and raised his face so they were looking at each other eye to eye. "Randy. That's dangerously close to being sweet. You better watch out or we'll have to elect someone else Class Cynic."
Randy whispered in Annie's ear. "Then you're the only person I'll tell that I mean it."
Spontaneously, Annie kissed him on the cheek. They both stopped, a little embarrassed. Then they began to laugh.
Randy smiled. "That whole exchange? As far as anyone else is concerned, it never happened."
"WHAT never happened?" Annie smiled back.
"Exactly. Here's what I'm thinking," Randy said as the pair walked to their homerooms. "My folks are still gone. Will you and Jennie come over tonight? I figure I can do a little drawing at the beginning of the evening..."
"Yes?" said Annie, intrigued and a little turned on.
"And after we have some fun, I'll erase!" laughed Randy. "It'll be our little secret."
"Okay," she said, stopping and turning to face him. "On one condition. The other night you drew me to ... what? About fifty-some inches around up top?"
"Yeah, I think so," replied Randy.
"Tonight I want you to add at least twenty inches more," Annie said.
"Seriously?" gasped Randy. "Annie, that'd make your bust measurement somewhere in..."
"Exactly," smiled Annie, "and that's why I want you to do it. Look at how your pants are bulging at the thought. I love the idea that it's because of me!"
"Wow," said Randy, starting to sweat a little. "This is REALLY gonna be fun. You know, the other night, Jennie just kept her tit size where it was, and I drew the rest of her skinnier. Tonight, she won't stand for that!"
"I know," laughed Annie.
"She'll demand to be at least as big as you," he said.
"She sure will. You'll let us know if you have any trouble breathing, won't you?" asked Annie, thoughtfully.
"Sure! And Karen! God. With tits that big, she'll fall down for sure," Randy thought out loud. "Hell, her back and her tits will make two sides of a ... what's it called? An isoceles triangle."
Annie stopped him. "Karen won't be there. She's meeting the Physics Club tonight."
Randy held up his eraser and notebook again. "I think you'll find that the Physics Club no longer has the same academic interest in Karen they did yesterday."
Annie playfully punched him in the arm. "You are a bastard, aren't you? Okay, we'll all come."
"Be there at seven?" said Randy.
"Make it six-thirty. We'll bring some Kentucky Fried Chicken," answered Annie. "Can you imagine all the places on our bodies that we can have you eat the cole slaw and mashed potatoes off of?"
"See you then," said Randy, stopping just short of giving her another kiss. "And you-- " he said, lowering his head to Annie's now flat chest. " --I'll see YOU then, too!"
Annie chucked him under the chin and laughed. "You are such a boy!"
"And you're a girl. Don't let's forget that," said Randy.
"You got it. Better get to homeroom, baby," said Annie.
"I will, booby!" he answered with a smile.
As Randy turned toward his homeroom, Mrs Ehlenbach, teacher of his seventh-period Dramatic Literature class, came around the corner.
"Randy! Are you ready to read Romeo for me today?" she asked.
Randy blushed at the attentions of his attractive English teacher.
"Sure, Mrs Ehlenbach," he said.
"'Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon'!" she called. "See you in class."
Randy walked to his homeroom desk, smiling and still blushing a little. Well! He had certainly had come up with an exciting way to use his artistic talents. What else could he do with them? Who would be fun to redraw?
He started thinking. He could make that cheerleader Deanna's breasts smaller, just to piss her boyfriend off. But Randy didn't like that idea. Why deny a fellow red-blooded American boy what's coming to him?
Someone else... How about Mrs Ehlenbach?
Imagine the pretty English teacher reading the balcony scene ... with a spacious balcony of her own?
Randy smiled a devious smile. He picked up his pencil, opened his spiral notebook to a fresh piece of lined paper, and began to sketch.