Angie's Birthday Presents
By "Elsdragon"
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Author takes no responsibility for anyone or anything, not even himself.
But if anyone claims this as his / her / its own work, I'll send the Kodiak Marmoset after you!
Introduction: Getting to know Angie [Thursday, 11:30 AM]
Angie had everything a 23-year-old girl could want. She had earned her bachelor's degree in psychology, graduating with honors. She began her dream job as a professional school counselor in the fall. Her and her fianc� shared a cozy but comfortable apartment in a quiet and private suburb. Her fianc�, Mark, was as perfect as any man could be. Smart, attractive, and sensitive, she still got butterflies in her stomach thinking about him, even after their three years together. Her family liked him, and his family adored her. With his job working 9-5 as a network engineer, plus their investments, they were financially well off. And their sex life was wonderful. She adored every inch of his body, as he worshipped hers. A practicing Taoist, he was able to match her, orgasm for extended orgasm, when the two of them were having a truly insatiable night. And she had, since she had discovered the joys of her body in the shower at age 15, always been multi-orgasmic. For variety, they even had an "understanding" with one of her girlfriends, Rachel, which meant that when they all were in the mood for an incredible night, (which happened about once every two months) they could even enjoy a threesome. Angie and Rachel had never done it without one of their boyfriends there, and didn't think of themselves as "bi," just as fun.
Angie had only one problem in her life, she thought as she looked at her nude body, still glistening from the shower, in the full-length freestanding mirror in the bedroom. She regarded her figure, beginning with her delicate, even cute feet, to her graceful, slender and tan legs, which filled out into delicious tan thighs. Mark loved to nibble on the insides of them, those oh-so-sensitive-yet-ticklish patches of supple, yielding flesh leading up to her freshly-trimmed and equally delicious sex. That moist pair of concealing lips was framed by a pair of smooth, tanned hips which easily earned a "Dangerous Curves" sign, as Mark often joked. Her 38-inch hips often kept him entranced as he simply ran his hands over and over those luscious curves for as long as an hour. She didn't mind, in fact, she loved the attention. She watched in the mirror as her hands ran over those hips, up to her 26-inch waist. She turned and looked at her butt, two beautiful orbs quivering like two drops of water next to each other. The absence of tan lines marked her habit of frequenting the tanning salon / health spa recently added to a downtown shopping plaza. She often caught guys staring at her ass as she walked down the street in a pair of tight cutoffs, knowing full well that she was probably actually only catching a third of them. One Halloween, walking with Rachel to a party wearing a Spandex devil costume, she had literally almost caused a traffic accident, as someone craned his neck past his steering wheel to get a better look at this heavenly ass.
Her problem became evident only when one looked above her waist, to where her hands now wandered. Her breasts were firm and tan, and almost not there. She figured that she had a body designed for a 34 or 36 bra with a D or DD or even larger cups. What was there, brushed by her long, brown hair, was a 32-inch chest, capable of supporting the large breasts she should have had, but which carried only a pair of AA cup miniatures which barely measured 33 inches around at the fullest. She had a perfect hourglass figure, without the top half of the hourglass. Under normal circumstances, she didn't care. She was very nearly completely happy with her life. But those occasional moments when she caught Mark glancing at the bounce of a pair of large tits contained in a tight shirt or bikini could, on a bad day, reduce her to tears. When Rachel was over and the three of them were going at it, they tried many different things. But one thing always occurred: Mark fucking her so hard and fast that she could only barely notice him relishing sucking on Rachel's 36C tits. She didn't mind; in fact, she encouraged him to get his slight breast fetish out when he could, so as not to be disappointed by her later.
She had also become aware that she was beginning to obsess over her lack of a feminine bust. In a smaller, skinnier woman, likely, no-one would have cared. But with her curvaceous body, Angie's lack of breasts was as noticeable as the lack of a hood on a perfectly restored '65 Mustang. When in the arms of her capable lover, she didn't give a damn and neither did he, nor did she care when doing any of her mundane daily tasks. The two times she noticed and winced inwardly where at the salon and when Mark was away.
At the salon, she had a routine. A cool shower followed by a carefully regulated session on the tanning bed. She was such a stickler for caution that it had taken her two months to gain her current bronzed color, and Angie now only went under the lamp just long enough to maintain it. She followed this with a relaxing half-hour in a sauna, wrapped in a towel and chatting (gossiping, truth be told) with the other girls. She looked forward to this talking session, but invariably, as she changed with the others and they all headed to the showers to cool down, she compared her breasts to the other girls. The others ranged from Kelly, 5 foot nothing and 98 pounds, to Rebecca, 5 foot 6 inches and nearly 170 pounds. Rebecca also sported huge breasts which, after drying off from the shower, she put away into a 40E bra. Even tiny Kelly, who was not constructed for tits anywhere near as well as Angie, filled a 32A better than Angie did. Still, those feelings of lacking were but moments out of her day
It was when Mark went off to networking conventions one weekend every other month that Angie did her obsessing. She had 105% faith in him, she wasn't worried that he would cheat on her because of her little tits, as he loved her totally, body, mind, heart and soul. But she got very lonely, very quickly without him. She was a very horny girl, wearing out her 24 year old Taoist fianc� who worked out every day on occasion. Typically, they awoke at 6AM so that they could get in a quickie before he went off to work. Immediately after work ended at 4:30, he'd go to the gym for his daily workout, arriving home in a sweaty endorphin rush about 5:30. The anticipation built up over the intervening hours exploded then, in a trail of clothing leading from the front door to the couch, the bed, even the kitchen counter, and an hour long marathon of fucking which left the both of them needing a shower and a good meal. After a shower and a good meal, they would usually relax in each other's company, each enjoying just being near the other. In order to be in bed by midnight, they usually settled into bed around 10:30 or 11 and again began making love.
So when they were apart, there was a great deal of tension. Mark was kept so busy by this bi-monthly event that he was generally okay until they spoke on the phone near bedtime. This would always lead to some phone sex so hot that it was a wonder the cable strung along the miles separating them did not melt. But during the long afternoon and evening, Angie would entertain herself. They had an impressive collection of sex toys and adult movies, and those Saturday afternoons apart from him were occupied by a long string of orgasm after orgasm, usually with a complicated vibrator running full steam inside her overheated pussy and a Venus Butterfly (which Mark had secretly equipped with a voltage increase and a stronger motor) buzzing relentlessly at her clit, as she flipped frantically through the pages of a magazine or the Web, or sat, gasping, in front of the TV watching all kinds of kinky sex.
Once, she had put on some "China Shrink Cream" to tighten herself up, coated an 8 inch long by 2 inch diameter vibrating dildo and her beloved Venus Butterfly (its first use after its modifications) with "Nympho cream" to further sensitize her already hair-trigger pussy, put both of them on using a harness to be sure the dildo didn't fall out, and turned both of them to full blast. Her first orgasm struck within half a minute, shaking her whole body as her tightened, agonizingly sensitive cunt screamed in protest and begged for more. She came again before she could recover, and again, and then her fourth orgasm hit...and did not stop. She lay writhing on the bed, screaming, tearing at her small but acutely sensitive nipples, wrapped in an orgasm that would not end. Her pleasure level rose and rose, until her vision went gray, and yet incredibly, she didn't pass out. She lay there on the verge of unconsciousness, wet as hell, in the most intense single orgasm of her life, for 98 minutes until the batteries had run down enough for her to come down to reality and switch herself off. That was not typical, merely an indicator of how far Angie took her solo pleasure. She had thought about inviting Rachel over on one of these occasions, but decided that that would be cheating on Mark, as he was not there.
Recently, though, the last three times Mark left town, Angie's play had been more restrained, as she rented movies from the "Top Heavy" series, and flipped through Web pages about breast expansion and big tits. The stories she found about women's breasts growing were usually unbelievable in direct proportion to the size that the tits reached, but some of them fascinated her. The last time this happened, she began to cry as she wished for one of the methods of expansion to be real. She didn't want beach ball sized tits or anything, she just wanted what she felt she had been denied: reasonable breasts proportional to the rest of her curvy, sexy body.
Angie and Mark had talked about it before, at great length. She was damn proud of how the rest of her looked, but sometimes could not get past her single flaw. The real options to get bigger breasts were limited and few. She had looked into breast augmentations and found that most women who had implants had to go back for re-implantation later when the implants leaked, and those leaks could have drastic consequences, usually leaving a woman looking worse than before. There were herbals that were supposed to promote breast growth, and Angie had secretly tried them, at great expense, and never had even a minute result. She held the bottle clutched in her hands and hoped that this time, things would be different.
Chapter One: Rumors and Ideas [Monday, 10:00 AM]
Angie stepped into the sauna, feeling suitably warmed and relaxed by the tanning session she'd just treated herself to, clutching her towel about herself to meet the standards of decorum that exist in a steamy roomful of basically naked women. She wondered what today's talk would be about as she sat down next to Rachel who was fresh from her morning workout. After having stared at women with ungodly huge breasts on the Internet and videos this past weekend while Mark was away, she became conscious of her insignificant bosom immediately instead of having it take time. However, she brightened up as conversation began to pick up.
Apparently, this week's juicy rumor was that one of the "regulars" of the salon, Marie, had been cheated on by her husband. A woman Angie knew in passing, Jodie, had been caught bare-assed naked riding Marie's husband's cock in their marital bed by the maintenance guy while Marie had been at the salon. After a mental struggle, the maintenance guy had spilled the beans to Marie.
"Now, from what I heard, Marie confronted Bob and Jodie and demanded to know what had been going on," said Katharine (who gossiped more than most people breathed). "Of course, they denied everything, but Joyce, who lives in the apartment next to them, says she heard Marie scream 'Don't make me get ugly!' Then she heard glass breaking and Marie yelling words in some weird language."
"Marie always was pretty weird, into all that 'New Age' shit, lighting candles and saying mantras and stuff," commented another woman.
Katharine laughed and said, "It gets better. Then, I swear to God, Joyce says she heard animal noises, like a dog and a pig or something. She heard Marie yell, 'See what I think of the two of you!' and more animal sounds."
Angie found all of this a little difficult to swallow. She was good friends with Marie, and had already heard about Bob cheating. And, okay, Marie was a bit of a flake, but Katharine was making her sound like a witch or something. This stuff about Bob and Jodie turning into a pig and a dog was pure bullshit, more ridiculous than the stuff in all those breast-expansion stories on the Internet, I mean....
Something went click in Angie's head at that thought, but just as quickly, she dismissed the idea. That was patently impossible. Yet, her mind flashed back to a time just starting college, where at a party, Marie had seemingly floated in mid-air, dancing. At the time, everyone thought it was because of all the uhm...tobacco smoke in the air, but now, Angie wondered. Nah. She shook her head at her own silliness and returned to listening.
"...so what the hell proof is there of any of this 'magical revenge' BS, other than the incredibly reliable hearsay of Joyce?" someone asked, sounding incredulous.
Another woman, one with a reputation for honesty, spoke, "I talked to Jodie yesterday. I shit you not, her chest was like gone. She had wrinkles and one of her eyes had changed color. She was wearing sunglasses and makeup and all that stuff, but then she started crying about how Marie had done all this shit to her and how she was leaving town to get the hell away from her. I swear to God, she said that Marie had told her that the longer she stayed, the worse she'd get, but if she left town within a week she'd recover. She was at the post office, getting her mail forwarded, and she had her apartment lease with her to cancel it."
As other women corroborated this story, Angie thought about Jodie. She'd always been a bit of a bitch, and had occasionally flaunted her double-D cup tits at Angie just to be cruel. The rest of the half-hour in the sauna and the showers afterward were a heated discussion about the idea of Marie having real magic, which Angie stayed out of. She did, however, notice that Rachel seemed to be buying the idea.
As usual, Angie was the first to be dressed and gone, after talking to Rachel about possibly getting together Friday night. It was Angie's birthday, and she loved to celebrate with a threesome. It kept Mark even hotter than usual in anticipation and remembering, for several days before and after. And Angie herself loved to be pressed up against Rachel's soft skin almost as much as she loved to be held in Mark's strong arms.
On her way out, she saw Jodie at the front desk, wearing an overcoat and trying desperately to get her money back for the remainder of her year's membership at the salon. Even the thick, heavy overcoat she was wearing this hot July day could not possibly cover something that almost left Angie staring gape-mouthed. She'd seen Jodie wearing that same coat in the winter, and it was usually stretched quite a lot by her big tits. In fact, it showed them off quite nicely (for a winter coat, anyway). Today, it hung loosely, like an XXL T-shirt on a 10-year-old.
When she got home, Angie called Marie.
"Hey, Marie, it's Ange. I heard about what happened. You wanna get together tomorrow for lunch and coffee?"
Interlude: Mail room [Wednesday 2:30 PM]
Mark arrived in the shipping and receiving department at the office block he worked at. He thanked the clerk, Brian, for doing him this favor, and slipped him a five-dollar bill in addition to the twenty he'd already bribed him with. Normally, one could get in trouble for getting personal packages at work, but Mark knew how to bend the rules. Brian had signed for the package from ABCO without writing it in the incoming logbook, and called Mark at once, as they had agreed over pints at the bar two weeks before.
Mark hefted the bulky, rather heavy package and carried it to his car. It had cost a lot, enough to make the $25 he'd had to slip Brian insignificant. This would, hopefully, be a birthday present his future wife would never forget. He thought briefly about what his fianc� had told him about the time with the 2 vibes and the shrink and nympho creams. He hoped this might just top even that.
Chapter Two: Coffee and Energy [Tuesday 12:30 PM]
Angie sat expectantly at the table for two at the far back of the restaurant. She'd slipped the waiter a ten-spot and arrived an hour early so that she could have this specific table during the noon rush. She knew that normally, only romantic couples would do that for this table, isolated and private as it was, but dammit, if she was going to risk making a fool of herself, she didn't want the whole world to know.
Marie arrived at quarter-to-one, exactly as promised. They had agreed on a light snack and coffee, as Marie had already had a lunch date, with Bob, as it turned out.
Angie eventually asked her about that, "Why'd you meet with Bob for lunch so nicely with what he did?"
"Oh, I got my revenge on him already. I assume you heard Katharine tell the whole story?"
"Yes, and I saw Jodie. My God, girl, what did you do?"
"That was only the start. You remember that time we played with the Oujia board in Sophomore year?"
"Yeah, you passed out. We figured it was because of lack of sleep and abundance of alcohol, y'know, college."
"It wasn't. I touched something. I've always had weird little flashes of insight, and odd occurrences, but this was different. It was strong. And I got into all that New Age stuff that you guys thought was a joke to cover up that I was looking into real magic. Look at my fork."
I looked at the table as Marie picked up a fork. I stared in complete disbelief as the tines swam together and twisted, looking like an ice cream cone. Then it folded over and curled up and became a spoon, then snapped back to its original shape. I looked up in shock as the lights came back up. I hadn't even noticed them go out.
"That's incredible! How did you do that?" Angie gasped after a moment.
"All it is is the ability to control energy. The lights went out because I was channeling the energy to bend the fork without heating it up. And, by the way, I know what you want."
"What's that, then?" Angie asked, trying to play innocent despite her total excitement.
"You want to have bigger tits. A D-cup pair or bigger, right? But, not too big."
At a loss, Angie nodded as Marie smiled and asked for the check. "Let's go back to my place," she suggested.
Interlude: It's a kind of Magic? [Friday, 7 PM]
Angie stood naked in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. She hoped tonight would go off as planned. She'd feel really dumb if it didn't. But Marie had promised it would work. She raised the bottle Marie had given her and followed the instructions given her precisely. She applied one drop to each nipple while quietly chanting a mantra Marie had carefully taught her. This was repeated six more times. The potion made her nipples tingle for a moment as if it was a mint extract or something. As an added bonus, it smelled rather nice, like an expensive perfume, but not overpowering. Convenient. Angie hoped beyond hope this would work, and recalled Marie's instructions to the letter. She set the bottle on the sink and began to dress.
The plan for the night was that she and Mark would go to a romantic dinner someplace dressy. They'd then meet Rachel at an upscale bar and flirt a bit. This always added some excitement to the evening. Then the three of them would head home to the bedroom which Mark was now "preparing a surprise" in.
Fully dressed in her sexiest decent outfit, she walked past the cloth-covered box on the floor of the bedroom. Angie suspected that his surprise couldn't possibly match hers, and although it nearly did, Rachel's surprise had them both beat.
Chapter Three: Instruction Manual [Tuesday, 2 PM]
"Here it is. One bottle which will do more for you than all the plastic surgeons in the world."
Angie looked at the small, clear glass bottle with less than an ounce of crystalline blue liquid in it. Marie said, "Now listen very, very carefully. You know all those stories where awful things happen because magic is misused? This is the part where the sage advice of a friend can save you all that trouble."
Marie spent the next hour explaining how to use the potion. Angie was to put one drop per inch of bust she wanted on each nipple. Rubbing it on the whole breast would give her two inches per drop or more. Plus one side effect was that her nipples would double in sensitivity per drop. If rubbed into the whole breast, she'd have orgasms just from the pressure of clothing for the rest of her life, as her whole breast would double in sensitivity per drop. She wanted to add exactly 7 drops, to go from 33-26-38 to 40-26-38 and an E-cup. She was to chant a mantra when applying the drops, or else other sexual side effects may result.
Also, the drops' magic would fade uselessly in 24 hours without being "activated." This, Marie said, was the fun part, but would depend a lot on her guy and her ability to cum a lot. She needed the excess energy from two orgasms to activate one drop. To activate all 7 and gain the bust she wanted, she'd need to have 14 orgasms, or a continuous orgasm as long as 14 normal ones. Angie said that this would be a challenge, but that she'd done it before. She related the tale of the 2 vibes and 2 different sex creams. Marie was envious, but made a shopping list. Marie said that normally, she'd recommend trying one drop at a time over 7 sessions, but with Angie's sex drive, all at once would probably work.
Before she left, Angie had two questions. "Why are you being so forgiving with Bob?"
Marie laughed. "I made him fuck me, and then cast a spell that made him physically addicted to my pussy juices. He's going to have to fuck me or eat me out at least once every week for the rest of his life, or he'll get withdrawal that would make heroin look like a walk in the park."
Angie smiled. Serves him right, she thought, then asked Marie aloud, "What do you want out of this? This means more to me than you can know, but..."
Marie put her hands on Angie's shoulders. "Girl, you're one of the only friends that stayed by me through thick and thin. I know you've wanted this for a long time, and you've just always been so great..." Both of them were getting choked up and hugged each other fiercely.
As Angie was leaving, Marie called after her, "Have fun!"
Interlude: Meet Rachel [Friday, 8:50 PM]
Rachel stood at the bar where Angie and Mark were supposed to meet her. She was almost trembling with excitement. She was wearing a short black dress which hugged her figure. It was almost as nice as Angie's below the waist, but to be totally honest, she also felt a little cheated up top. A C-cup fit her perfectly, but a pair of D or DD sized breasts would have fit her body better. The E's Angie was shooting for tonight would have looked almost ridiculous on Rachel, but she'd love the extra attention.
As it was, she still got plenty of attention, politely turning down 5 guys in half an hour before the birthday girl and her fianc� walked in the door. They calmly strode over, and greeted each other. Mark kissed Rachel on the lips, no tongue, and then Angie did the same. It made the threesome clear to any who were watching.
It wasn't long before the trio was too excited to stay, and they left.
Chapter Four: Angie learns a new way to cum [Friday, 9:15]
It was a short ride to Angie and Mark's place, but it seemed to take much longer. When the two cars arrived, Mark told Angie that he had to talk in private for a moment with Rachel about her birthday present, and could she please go inside and pour the champagne? Angie complied, while Mark told Rachel about the present. She loved it.
They sat on the couch drinking champagne, playing the usual game, seeing who would make the first move. This time, it was Angie. "I have to know what you got me. I want my surprise now!" Really, she wanted to get on with things so that she could give them her surprise. Mark instructed her to strip.
As she complied, Mark said, "You have to be ready for anything. Rachel, dear, would you please make sure Angie is wet enough for her surprise while I get it ready?" Rachel grinned wickedly. Angie shuddered in anticipation as she removed her last articles of clothing and sat on the couch.
Mark went into the bedroom and closed the door as Rachel kneeled between Angie's legs. "Oooh, girl, you're going to love what Mark has in store for us tonight!" Rachel cooed, stroking Angie's hot inner thighs.
"Probably not as much as I'll enjoy you getting me ready for <gasp> whatever it is," Angie replied as Rachel ran her tongue from the bottom of her slit to the slight bulge of her clitoris. Angie leaned back and enjoyed the feelings Rachel was giving her. She was teasing a bit, licking just outside her sensitive zones, the way she knew Angie liked it.
"Hmmm, even I can't compete with this one." She peeled Angie's already moist lips apart, and looked straight into her eyes as she said, "But I'll try." Her tongue lashed out and stabbed at her friend's clit, causing her to jump. Holding Angie's delicate lips apart with her fingers, Rachel slowly dragged her tongue from bottom to top and back, dipping the tiniest bit into Angie's pussy near the bottom, swirling slowly around her clit at the top. Angie sat there writhing, trying to keep her pussy motionless to make Rachel's job easier and get more stimulation. Rachel dipped her finger into the very entrance of Angie's love passage, collecting the succulent juices to rub into her friend's clit. Angie was loving this, panting and moaning as her eyes rolled back and she felt the tightening ecstasy that announced the beginnings of an orgasm. Rachel knew this sign and backed off of her clit, instead trying something new. She used her fingers to stroke the upper wall of Angie's wet pussy, where she had read the G-spot should be.
Rachel had not done this to Angie before, but alone in bed last week, watching a video about "squirting" women, she had tried it. It was so awkward as to be impossible to do on herself, but the stimulation she did get from it was a bit different than what she was used to. The next night she went shopping and bought a 7" curved dildo. After some "warm-ups" which led to two climaxes within half an hour, (Rachel, although a sexy and horny woman, could not match Angie's ability to cum repeatedly so quickly) she began to use the dildo to stroke her pussy in the place she had discovered last night. At first, it had just felt awkward, but soon, the pleasure built. She began to feel "full" and a new and unusual way. Then she felt like she had to piss, but knew that it would pass. Her orgasm built, then began to peak very quickly and stronger than usual. Her mind reeled at the sudden intensity of pleasure, but she could feel a totally unknown sensation, and watched as her pussy shot out a seemingly endless flow of clear fluid. The ecstasy was incredible, but the cupful of love juice had sprayed out over two feet from her body! She came down from her unprecedented peak and felt more drained than ever before after sex. She wondered if this was how a man felt, because she could barely work up the energy to towel off (tasting the fluid all over her thighs to be sure she had not pissed, and finding it to be delicious) and change the sheets before collapsing. She hoped she could get a similar response from Angie.
She would not be disappointed. Angie noticed the change in stimulation at once, as one of her ex-lovers had had a fascination with the G-spot, but had never coaxed a squirt out of her. She had loved the added stimulation, but he never got the stroking as right as Rachel was now. She felt the gland that was the center of Rachel's attention begin to swell, and was surprised by the feeling. Because of her unbearable anticipation of tonight's events, she had spent much of the day masturbating furiously, and even so, was still ready to burst before Rachel got started. She had toyed with the idea of growing her breasts on her own, but wanted to stun Mark and Rachel with the development. Right at the moment, she was not thinking about her tits, though, or even Mark entering the room, because it felt like her pussy had suddenly began to swell up, and her whole body was wracked with spasms in anticipation of her climax. And then she was there.
Rachel was taken by surprise when Angie's soaking pussy suddenly sprayed her in the face like a hose with a fluid that smelled like pure, distilled sex and tasted even better. Her friend was writhing like never before as her body let loose a torrent of sexual juices, all over Rachel's face and hair and dress. Witnessing this almost made Mark cream his jeans, as Angie screamed and drenched her friend and everything else within a yard of her pussy. With unusual suddenness, Angie's spasms and yelling stopped, and the flow of sex juices stopped along with it. Angie's face held a look of pure bliss as she slid off the couch and onto the floor where Rachel had just been. Rachel had moved and was now furiously stroking her pussy, Angie's performance had excited her so. Mark squeezed between Angie and the couch, spreading his legs wide. He spread her legs out with no protest from her limp, sweaty form and beckoned Rachel to sit between Angie's legs. The three of them discussed what had happened as Mark played with and satisfied Rachel's desperate sex. All of them knew that the main event was yet to come, but none knew the full extent of it. As Rachel stripped and went to towel off, she kissed a barely recovered Angie and said, "That still won't compete with what Mark's got!"
Interlude: Rachel's surprise [Friday, about 10PM]
Rachel looked at Mark's preparations as she passed through the bedroom into the bathroom. Not bad, she thought, hoping that she'd get a chance to try it out herself, and knowing that she almost certainly would. In the bathroom, she wet down a washcloth and wiped most of Angie's cum off of her. Delicious though it was, she didn't want to be sticky all night. Rachel looked in the mirror as she toweled herself. Although by no means narcissistic, she loved her body. Especially now, running a towel over her soft sexy breasts. On an impulse, she squeezed her cleavage together, lifted it up, and tried to lick her right nipple. She could almost reach it, could feel the currents of air her flicking tongue made, but no contact. She sighed. She wanted to do something with her tits, to make them more attractive to Mark, whose attentions she thoroughly enjoyed.
She saw a bottle full of a blue liquid on the sink. She lifted it and opened it and took a sniff. Ooh, that's a nice perfume, she thought. Rachel poured some of the liquid into her hand and massaged it all over both of her perky, nearly spherical, C-cup breasts. That ought to do it, she thought, and headed into the main room.7
Chapter Five: Angie meets a new friend [Friday, 10:10]
"Okay, you think we should give her the surprise now?" Rachel asked as she strolled into the living room, her perky perfumed tits bouncing with each step. She found Angie with her mouth wrapped around her fianc�'s cock, although he was limiting her efforts with his hand in her hair, making sure she didn't do too much. He wanted all his strength for the rest of the night. He gently lifted up her head to his eye level and kissed her. Then he guided her to her feet and reached into the couch cushions. He pulled out a strip of black cloth.
"You're going to blindfold me?" Angie asked, dismayed. She wanted, needed to see herself grow.
"Only until you guess what your present is," replied Mark. Rachel tied the blindfold behind Angie's head. Then Mark swung his hand at her face, and she didn't flinch. Angie let herself be led around the couch, to the left, (into the hall) to the right, (into the bedroom) and into the middle of the floor. Mark and Rachel positioned her precisely. She wondered what they were up to until she felt a bump against the inside of her right ankle. Okay, she thought as Mark supported her weight and began to lower her, I know what this is.
Some months ago, Mark had built her a "dildo saddle," a contraption which he could mount any of her dildos or vibrators into, sticking straight up from the seat. She would sit on it, and it was usually better than just laying back and playing, because her weight on it made it feel longer. Well, this would probably give her the orgasms she needed. She felt the rubber tip of the fake cock brush her wet lips, and Rachel reached down to aim it for her. Angie noticed as it slid inside her easily that this was not one of her existing dildos, it felt different. It was smaller, but--"Ooohhh," she said as the vibration began.
The vibration was strong, and the dildo had a flat base which also vibrated, stimulating her entire pussy: clitoris, labia, and her insides as well. It was a very good vibrator, and oh, wow, it was still increasing. It was getting stronger and stronger, and she could feel herself begin to quiver at the pleasure coursing through her body. Mark asked is she had a guess yet, and she gasped, "New, oooh, vibrator on the -ah!- saddle you built!"
"Close, but no cigar," Mark said, and a sudden doubt struck her. What the hell is this then? It couldn't possibly be what I thi-- her train of thought derailed as Mark punched the new toy to 2/3 speed, which was very far beyond the vibration of any of her other toys. Angie gasped loudly as a sudden orgasm clenched her body. After only a moment, the pleasure rose from her pussy into her breasts.
She felt like her tits were suddenly coated in Icy Hot or mint oil, the tingling / burning / cold feeling was so intense. Then she could feel them expand. It was better than an orgasm, a feeling like nothing else.
Mark and Rachel were so intent on the controls of the machine that they didn't notice Angie's bust line increase by one inch. Mark turned the vibration back to 1/3, looked at his panting fianc� and said, "Let me give you a hint," and threw the other switch on the box.
Angie, still not recovered from her second orgasm of the night, or her growth, suddenly felt the dildo inside her begin to stir. And stir it did, rotating in a cone shape, rubbing its intense vibrations against every inch of her pussy, pressing itself into her G-spot, and countless other seldom-experienced sensitive areas. Angie suddenly, shockingly realized what she was riding, and joyfully cried out, like a child finding the #1 item on her wish list under the tree on Christmas morning: "Sybian!"
Rachel tore the blindfold off of her friend, who immediately looked down. She was sitting on a half-cylinder with the special dildo sticking up. It had two electric motors, one for vibration, one for rotation, separately controlled by the two switches and knobs on the box in Mark's hands. Angie realized that the twelve orgasms she required were going to be ridiculously easy to obtain as Mark said, "Happy Birthday," and cranked up the vibration to its highest yet, enough to elicit an immediate cry of ecstasy. Angie was astonished that the vibrations which were beautifully pummeling her sex were produced by a machine that was only at 3/4 throttle.
Rachel delivered the coupe de grace by saying "Happy Birthday," and slowly winding up the rotation dial. Angie felt the sensations increase and leaned forward to hold herself up by her arms. This put more pressure on her clit, pressed up against the most intense vibrations it had ever felt. Boom. Angie screamed as an orgasm ripped through her like a lightning bolt, with another at its heels, and another, and then, as before with the creams, one long, unending orgasmic torrent of pleasure. After a few moments, the ecstasy moved into her tits, but she was still feeling it in her pussy. She was so sensitive that she thought she could feel every pulse of the vibrator, every swirl of the dildo, as it steadily continued to increase. Angie felt equal pleasure in her 34-inch breasts, which were now beginning again to grow. Her body had already produced enough orgasmic energy to grow her tits to where she wanted, but the ecstasy, the mind-numbing assault of pleasure, continued unabated, sending her soaring higher, screaming, to reams of orgasmic bliss she had never before known.
Mark and Rachel though that his gift was a total success, and that Angie would never top this surprise, as they watched their shared lover writhing and screaming on top of a relentless electric cock. Then, Mark noticed that Angie's breasts were bigger than normal. No, they were growing! What the hell? He turned down the machine to one-half on both gauges, enough for Angie to come to her senses and watch her dream come true. Rachel stared gape-mouthed as her friend's tits swelled in her hands. Angie was delighted, crying out, "Yes! Yes! YESSS!" as the machine and the growth gave her yet another climax. Her tits, now bigger than Rachel's, kept growing, to the delight and astonishment of all three of them. Her tits outgrew her hands, and she grabbed Mark and Rachel's hands and pressed them into her expanding breast flesh. The feeling of their palms pressing against her increasingly sensitive nipples gave her another peak. She had almost forgotten that part of Marie's warnings. The growth slowed as the potion was nearly expended, but the fact that her nipples got doubly sensitive at each inch meant that her pleasure increased.
Angie looked up and noticed that Mark had moved the full-length mirror on its stand so that she could watch herself. She saw her own gorgeous figure, flanked by the man of her dreams and her sexy best friend, sitting on the world's most powerful vibrator, with the breasts she had wanted all her life, which were still growing. The mere sight of this brought on her most powerful orgasm yet. She clasped Mark's head to her right tit, and the moment his mouth sunk into the soft, firm and yielding flesh, he began to suck, nibble and taste her. At the same moment, he punched the machine to full blast, and Rachel began to suck on her left nipple, and Angie exploded. Her overheated pussy suddenly gushed another hugely wet, squirting orgasm that made Mark breathe a silent thank-you to the designer of the Sybian for making it waterproof. Angie didn't even notice, her whole world was a set of big tits that she couldn't yet believe she owned, two nipples as sensitive as her clit being sucked on, and the intense sensation of her entire pussy being over stimulated by this blessed machine.
Angie did something she had never done before in her life: she passed out from pleasure.
Interlude: Explanations [Friday, 11:00]
When Angie came to about 5 minutes later, she felt like her pussy was still vibrating. Mark and Rachel were talking about her tits at the foot of the king-size bed. She sat up carefully, unaccustomed to the liquid weight of the huge mounds on her chest. The others looked at her. She began to explain.
Chapter Six: Rachel's surprise [Friday, 11:10]
"And then, well, you sat me down on that machine, and, you know what happened from there."
"I'll have to thank Marie for this." Mark said excitedly. "God, you look so good, Angie." He kissed her passionately. He'd always loved big tits, but he loved Angie more. Now, he could have both. "By the way, are these still that sensitive?" Mark asked, flicking his tongue across one of her stiff nipples.
"YES!" Angie gasped. "Oh, god, yes! I'm going to have to get silk-lined bras, or I'm not going to be able to walk right without cumming my brains out. Hey, that's right! I have to get new bras! Measure me!" She went into her nightstand for the tailor's measuring tape she had stashed there yesterday. Rachel took her measurements and announced 40E-26-38. "Bull's-eye! That's exactly what I was aiming for, and look at me!"
The three of them gabbled excitedly for a few minutes. Because of the implications for tonight's orgy, the exact details of how the spell had been done were never asked. So when Rachel announced that she wanted to ride the Sybian, no-one thought that Angie's experience would be repeated.
Rachel mounted up with growing excitement. She'd looked into buying one of these, but they were hideously expensive, over $1,000. But Mark could afford it, and that meant that she'd get to ride it whenever she liked. Angie took the controls, and her experience allowed her to tease Rachel cruelly. She'd set it on high rotation with little vibe, which produced an agonizingly delicious feeling without any chance of making her cum. She'd give it a sudden, transient spike of high-speed vibration, which always made Rachel yelp. She'd carefully turn it up as high as she could without making her friend climax, then slowly begin to bring her down, causing her to beg pitifully. For ten full minutes she tortured Rachel, than brought her as close to a magnificent peak as she dared.
Rachel was pressing herself hard into the machine, trying to get every tiny bit of stimulation that she could. Her whole body was shaking with need, and when Angie reduced the vibration, she nearly wept, until Angie spiked it to full power. Rachel's orgasm put her solo G-spot experiment to shame. The only other time she had cum this hard was once when Mark was fucking her doggy-style with Angie licking her clit and a "Silver Bullet" vibrator up her ass. She had screamed out loud then and she screamed out loud now. Her climax had barely faded when she came again with the realization that: A, Angie was slowly increasing her rotation, and B, that she would probably, for the first time ever, fell what she so envied Angie for: continuous orgasm.
Angie, for her part, was enjoying her power over her friend and watching her ecstasy almost as much as she enjoyed Mark sitting behind her playing with her new tits. She saw the rapture of total orgasm take her friend, not knowing that Rachel had earlier smeared about 4 or 5 drops all over each of her tits, and that she was quickly reaching "critical mass"
Rachel first noticed when all of a sudden, her clit doubled in both size and sensitivity, and her continuous orgasm was wrapped up in a peak to top Everest. Her whole body convulsed and with her last fading bit of consciousness, she threw herself off the Sybian. Angie had heard that sometimes women jumped off of these things when it became too much, but this looked more desperate. She leaned over her friend, laying panting on the floor.
"Rachel, are you all right?" Than she smelled it. She recognized the "perfume" Rachel had put on as the potion! Oh, Lord! "How much of the blue perfume did you put on?!"
"Just a little, why?"
"That was the growth potion!" Rachel's eyes grew wide as her breasts suddenly began to grow. Because she had put them on her entire bosom, the growth was twice as fast, and the whole of her breasts began to increase in sensitivity at a startling rate. "Marie also warned me of other side effects! She gave me a mantra to ward them off, but you have to do it while you're putting it on." Angie looked at her friend's pussy and could watch it changing. The hair vanished. It didn't fall out or retract, it just vanished, leaving her pussy totally bald. Her clit was still growing, and her pussy lips were swelling a little bit, too. She looked up at her friend's chest again, noticing, oddly enough that the armpit stubble that was there earlier was gone now. But Rachel's tits were barely believable. Already bigger than Angie's new ones, they were finally slowing. Rachel was staring in complete disbelief at the massive fleshy pillows that were her new tits. She was breathing heavily, feeling like she had someone sitting on her chest, and each breath send ripples through her breasts.
Rachel sat up a minute later, having finally stopped growing. The weight of her new additions tipped her forward, and her tits and nipples collided with her thighs. She screamed in shock and ecstasy. The entire huge surface are of her bosom was as sensitive as her clit. Mark and Angie helped her to her feet, and she looked in the mirror. All three of them were stunned speechless.
Her hair, which two hours earlier had been a few inches past her shoulder, now reached her elbows, brushing her nipples, which almost made her fall. Her breasts were immense, especially on someone of her frame. Measured later, she'd learn that she was now a GG cup, and her chest looked like Linsey Dawn McKenzie's, the British big-tit model. Except on her smaller body, shorter and with more slender hips, Rachel looked like she would tip over. Her tummy had been flattened even further, and her newly bald pussy had also changed. Her clit was protruding by about 1/4 of an inch and her pussy lips stuck out teasingly. Hesitantly, Rachel reached down and gave her clit the lightest touch. She didn't cum, but very nearly, as Mark and Angie helped keep her from falling. But both of them brushed her breasts catching her, and then, she did cum. She didn't squirt like before, but her juices began dribbling wetly down her legs.
Rachel scooped a bit of her cum up and brought it to her face. The smell of it drove all three of them into a frenzy, as she discovered another side effect: her pussy juices were a powerful aphrodisiac. As they went at it on the bed, Angie eating Rachel as Mark fucked Angie, all three of them experiencing nearly continuous orgasms even better than the Sybian, Angie thought that she might just try another drop or two of that potion...
Sybian is a trademark of ABCO.
All other sex products mentioned do exist and are trademarks, I'm sure.
Linsey Dawn McKenzie is a trademark of herself. (And one fine-looking model)