"You know where you can find me", she whispered, kissing him gently on the cheek. She rose off of her haunches and his now limp member slipped from her silken bonds. He had been her seventh for the night. She dressed quickly and had left the hotel room even before he had risen from the bed.
Odette's stomach gurgled. She was still hungry. It was always the same. Eat to live or was it live to eat, she chuckled to herself. The doorman held the door open as she crossed the threshold out into the deepening dusk. "Thank you", she turned and smiled at him. He didn't notice the smile as his attention was firmly fixed upon her GGG cup hooters, swaying loosely in the tube top. Taking the steps two at a time, she felt the rising and falling of her tits as they bounced, shocked into action by the jarring of each footfall. It was a good feeling. She was proud of them. They made her job all that much easier and all the more profitable. She had started in this livelihood when she had been quite young. It had become progressively easier to make a living recently, as year by year as they became fuller and larger. For her, they were an indication of ongoing good times. As she walked along the sidewalk she appraised herself in the mirrored glass of a storefront. She yanked up on the tube top. No point in giving away free samples. At the corner she stopped to wait for the traffic light to change. A chrome yellow '52 Dodge pickup stopped at the light. The window rolled down. "Blow job?" "Twenty bucks." "Get in."
The stores had closed hours earlier and the furthest corner of the parking lot was deserted as he slowed the pickup to a stop. During the ride Odette had gently unzipped the fly of his pants and had started to caress his dick. By the time the truck engine was turned off, his engine was racing. He was rock solid. She had him turn slightly towards her. Odette traced her tongue across her upper lip. Leaning over, she gently kissed his manmeat. Cocking her head to the right, her extended tongue ran down the full length of his turgid pole. With the long nails of her right hand she lightly scratched and tickled at the full sacs. She was rewarded with a burst of additional rigidity in the dick and a few drops of pre-cum. She inhaled deeply. Nothing like the musk of a man. Opening her mouth she used her teeth to gently rake the length of his shaft. Reaching the tip again she straightened her head. This one'll be a challenge, she thought, licking her lips again. She opened her jaw but kept her mouth closed in a tight purse, forming a sphincter like orifice. Inside her mouth, her tongue anxiously waited. She looked up at him, her lips pressed against the pink/purple mushroom cock head. This was the part she liked best. Gently and ever so slowly she increased the downward pressure. The cock pushed past her lips and her tongue caressed the invader. She watched as his eyes closed and his mouth broke into a wide grin. Now she started to concentrate on the task at hand. Her right hand still fondling the full testicles, she worked to choke down his monster. Inch by loving inch she massaged his cock down her throat, breathing when she could. She could feel the ripples of his imminent explosion. She worked harder and faster. Gently she used her teeth to rake the length of the shaft. Odette was rewarded with the high protein drink from his balls. Still she sucked. The 'muscle' flexed and flexed until it became over worked and began to soften. Choking his chicken, she forced the last of his jizm out. The 'monster' was now only a shadow of its former self and all of the fight and strength had been literally sucked from it. She licked the flaccid organ; in much the same way a dog would and carefully returned it back behind the zipper. When she finally looked up, he had a sheen of perspiration on his forehead and trails of sweat ran down the sides of his face. She knew that she had done a good job. He gave her twenty five bucks.
He drove her back to the corner where he had picked her up from. It was relatively dark. The sodium vapour lamps, neon lights from the bars and stores and the steady stream of passing cars had shadows playing hide and seek. Her hunger was now sated. It didn't matter how she ingested the semen; orally, anally or vaginally, so long as it ended up inside her, she could feed from it. It kept her young. It kept her strong. It kept her vital. She could survive on only an two ounces a day, approximately eight loads of cum. Anything beyond that and her body digest it and would store it. Having now been filled eight times today, her body would now store the energy of any surplus semen. Knowing that the night was not completely done, she knew that she could expect about one quarter of one ounce more before the night was done and then each tit would be about one twenty-fourth of an ounce larger by tomorrow. She therefore had very good reason to be proud of her them. The larger they were, the longer the period in which she would not be forced to feed to survive. She turned to look at herself in the mirrored glass. Twisting from left to right she appraised the reflection. She couldn't believe how large her breasts had grown in such a short span of time. Those football teams and stag parties had doubled 'em.
The light changed and she crossed the street. She entered an up scale, expensive condominium complex. Riding the elevator up she thought to herself, Home at last. For a streetwalker with a real sense of immortality, she had no pimp and took care of herself. Not having the need to ever buy food, all cash she made went to the few expenses she incurred and her savings account and investments. To combat the loneliness, she usually found a companion and she detached herself from what she was and could find some happiness in the company of another. She told them that she was sterile and quite often that was enough to send some of her men on in search of more fertile venues. The sharing of normal meals could at times be trying. But her past would remain secret.
Al was waiting for her. She had chosen him, almost at random. He had been a meal for her about six months ago and she had liked his style outside of the sack and she had taken him in. "Hi honey." he chirped as she closed the door. "Good night?" He was fully aware of what she did 'for a living' and she believed that he really didn't mind. "Uh huh. Not too bad. I decided to take it a little easy today, saving myself for you." She smiled a large sincere knowing smile. He was one of the best that she had ever found. "I was just going to sit down to eat, want to join me." She rolled her eyes. It was the same every day. He always prepared a late night dinner for two and he always ended up eating alone while she watched. He couldn't figure it out. She was never hungry, but it didn't phase him to eat alone. He'd gotten used to it.
She sat in a seat across from him. As he ate, she slowly disrobed, starting with the socks on her feet. She wiggled out of her skirt, her knockers battling inside the tube top. Al had stopped eating to watch the animated boobs. Odette sat still, the distraction settled and Al continued with his dinner. Odette could wait no more. She loved making love and really didn't get as much enjoyment from the gratuitous sex she engaged in for a living, although the animal lust inside her frequently never differentiated between the two. In one quick movement she removed the top. The hooters again started their distracting dance. Al stopped eating. "Now I won't be able to finish!" He grinned. "I don't know." he continued, "I'd swear that they're getting bigger." "I don't think so." she said sarcastically, knowing full well that he was observant enough to notice the slow changes. "I'm in my late twenties, puberty ended a long time ago." she continued, trying to persuade herself as much as she was trying to persuade him. He, unwittingly was a big part of her steady growth. During his six month stay, a steady diet of, on average, the required eight john's jizm and income their, plus Al's two to three loads daily had increased her by one additional cup size to fill the triple G cup bras she now wore. The fact that he was starting to learn too much about her could only mean that she would soon have to ditch him. Instead, she smiled. "Feed me." she said, "Feed my need!" pleased with the secret pun she had just uttered, immediately forgetting that if she stayed with him for another six months she'd be guaranteed to be at least another cup size larger.
Al got up and came around the table. Standing behind her, he leaned over and kissed her. She leaned her head back to accept it. His hands reached down over her shoulders and he hefted the voluminous jugs and gently tweaking the nipples. Al wrapped his hands under her tits and pulled upward. Odette stood and kicked the chair out from between them and nuzzled up to Al. She could feel the stiffness of his man meat now grinding into the small of her back. He kneaded the volumes of titflesh, the nipples becoming stiffer. She leaned over the table, resting on her fore arms. Al had removed his pants and his phallus stretched out in front of him. Taking careful aim he eased his Tab A into her Slot B. She arched her back to enable deeper penetration and a soft moan escaped her lips as Al buried himself completely and started a rhythmic thrusting. He slid a hand around her thigh to the furry thatch and softly dug his fingers into the firm damp flesh. It took no time to find her love button and begin to play upon it. Odette moaned again. She came quickly and her cumming soon had him spitting his load. "That was a great start!" Al gasped. "Now to the bedroom." Odette knew that Al was almost always good for at least two good loads.
In the bedroom, Al lay on his back and Odette clambered on top and prepared to impale herself on his revitalized pole. She bit her lower lip as she eased herself downward on the shaft, like a mother bird settling on a nest. She rocked and rode the rail while Al mauled, kneaded, pulled, licked, sucked, nibbled, tweaked and played with her huge hooters. Grinding her pudenda into his pubis with each gyration, she was able to drag herself to the edge of orgasm again and sustain his hard-on. She was wracked by another series of orgasms. She felt like she had butterflies in her stomach as it anticipated another feeding. Al felt the ecstacical rippling of her abdominals and rolled them both over. She now raised her legs straight up into the air. Al now could pound away at will and he did with a rhythm of two shallow and one deep. Odette moaned as he penetrated deeply into her. This was a position reserved solely for her lovers only. The penetration was the deepest and for her this distinction allowed for her to show her true lovers that they were in fact special and different from the rest. His balls started to churn with more pent up 'energy'. Odette could feel his need to release getting closer. She too was again close to ecstasy. Two more shallow strokes were finished with the last deep thrust which stayed buried deep inside her. Orgasm and feeding time again. Exhausted she lay like a wet noodle on the bed, bathed in sweat, her chest heaving, cunt vibrating, and body shaking. Al made three more weak thrusts, ejaculating gobs into her with each weakening poke. Exhausted he collapsed on top of her, kissed her roughly and still weakly joined rolled them both onto their sides.
It was 978, the third and last year of the reign of the eighteen year old Edward the Martyr. Odette had thrice secretly stolen into the young Kings private chambers in as many months. He had told her that he loved her and on the second of those occasions had taken her virginity from her. He told her that he could never marry her because his marriage, to be arranged, was politically oriented and motivated. Edward had requested that she be his mistress. She loved him, he was her first love, but she desired the security of marriage and that the King could not guarantee. So other arrangements were being made.
It hadn't been her fault; she became a victim of circumstances. She was expecting to be betrothed to the stable master's son, Aedmund, as her parents and Aedmund's were presently in negotiations for a dowry. At thirteen and a half she was just about at her prime for marriage. Being fairly pretty and the daughter of the Kitchen Master, she could command a fairly generous dowry. She, herself, in the Kings favour had also developed a respectable position as a handmaiden, with prospects of being one of the ladies-in-waiting to Lady Elfrida, the Kings stepmother and the defacto Lady of the castle. Her position had also given her reasonable access to the whole castle, castle grounds and the small village just outside of he castle gates. This was how she had originally caught Aedmund's eye, the young Kings eye and how she had also caught the eye of Godwin, the Lord Chief Councilor and Magi.
It was a dreadful night, just past the middle of March. Rain was falling in sheets, the night sky punctuated by flashes of lightning and the crashes of thunder. Odette was stealthily on her way to Edward's chambers. Godwin caught up to her in one of Corfe Castle's dimly lit corridors. He grabbed her upper arm and forcibly dragged her back to his suit of rooms and bolted the heavy oaken door. He was an old, balding gray haired man. He removed the deerskin cloak to reveal his court finery and sat in the large hand carved and brocaded chair by the door. Odette trembled, not knowing what was to become of her. Godwin was a powerful man and to have him treat her so roughly left no doubt in her mind that she had committed some crime against the King, the Lady Elfrida or the Magi himself. What it could be, she had not the faintest idea.
He removed his jacket, pants and much of his undergarments. Standing, dressed only in a lace shirt and codpiece he approached her. "Ye understand that what is to occur between us, if told, shall not be believed. Ye are nothing and what thee say is nothing, for I will deny it and I shall be believed and vindicated. Ye shall be the flotsam that is cast aside with the turning of the tide." She didn't comprehend what he meant until he grabbed the neck of her dress and yanked downwards, tearing the front of her dress almost to her waist. She crumpled to her knees as a result of the assault, her small breasts bouncing. It had become clear what he wanted. He continued to paw and tear at her clothing until her arms were free and the dress hung loosely from her waist. Dumbstruck by shock and fear, she let his assault continue. "Stand!" And she did. The dress and knickers fell to the ground around her ankles.
Naked, save for her sandals, he dragged her to the attached bedroom and threw her on the bed. In a speed of motions that belied his age he removed the codpiece and climbed on top of her. Odette now started to fight back. He slapped her viscously, only once, across the face and her struggling stopped. Too young to fully understand, she submitted to the rape. He pounded into her with a vengeance. His callused hands roughly mauled her tiny breasts. Before he was about to cum, he abruptly stopped withdrew his prick from her and whispered, "Forgive me Father for what I am about to do." Getting to his feet he ordered her to her knees. Holding one hand on her neck and the other with a fist full of her hair, he made his demands clear and involuntarily Odette proceeded to give him a blowjob. He didn't last long.
They had not heard the key enter the lock nor the door to the suite open. Matilda paused in the doorway to the bedroom, and watched her husband dump his load of jizm down Odette's throat. "Harlot!" she shrieked at Odette. "I'll fix thee, ye brazen young whelp." Odette leapt to her feet, her nakedness forgotten. Godwin reached out to push her away, his open hand pushing roughly against her small bare breast. Matilda's eyes blazed at this action. It was to became obvious to Odette very quickly that Godwin was only a Magi in name only and that it was Matilda who had the real conjuring abilities. "So! It is that seed which ye believes thee can gain sustenance and thy breast which thy uses to tempt. Well so be it." Tilting her head slightly downward and to the right, wide eyed, she mumbled a rhyming incantation. "It is done." she said after a short pause. And so the spell was cast and Odette was now cursed. "And for thee, my ungrateful wretch of a husband, if it were not for His Highness and thy Lady's belief that it is thee who can conjure, I would exact a similar revenge upon thee. However, as thou and I must continue as man and wife, and I am forced to live off of the droppings from the Lord's table because I am a woman; instead of dining at the same table, as ye so frequently do. And as I have just completed thy Lady Elfrida's devil ridden task and still need thy services to see the transition through, for this moment thou art spared the burden of my wrath." Returning her gaze to Odette she stated "Get out wench, be gone from my sight." Odette gathered her torn belongings and ran back to her quarters, her bare applebud breasts bouncing with each footfall.
At the crack of dawn she had been called to the kitchen for a talk with her father. He noticed the rapid change in Odette's appearance, her hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. Her father was heartbroken. He had only the night before learned that Odette was mistress to the King. Then he gave her the grave news. The King had been assassinated during the night and she, Odette, was to be banished. Lady Elfrida did not want her murdered stepson's seductress influencing her son, the new King, Ethelred. Within the hour she was wandering the village. For days she wandered the village. She soon learned that for all the food she ate, she remained hungry. She became gaunt and her youthful beauty quickly began to fade. Out of favour, penniless and still starving, from lack of the right type of sustenance, she was desperate. An observant old woman had noted her plight and offered her accommodation at the village inn and food, for a price. Odette without any other options left, reluctantly accepted. With the accepting of a halfpenny from a traveling stranger, for her services, she became a prostitute. Soon after she learned what it was that she required to survive.
And from that date, as time ravaged forward, generation after generation passed from the womb through to the coffin, yet Odette remained. Praised at times, reviled at others, she soon learned the true meaning of what loneliness was. In the beginning, instead of progressing through puberty in five years, like everyone else her 'age', her maturing in to the adult form and size ended up dragging on for close to thirty years. Although outwardly she had the appearance of a desirable statuesque willowy blond of then a towering five foot ten inches, she was sterile. Her internal reproductive organs had almost literally shriveled up and died, being superseded by a digestive tract for the man seed she required to live. Then abruptly her aging ended and she would only temporarily age further if she were starving. Despite the knowledge that her mother and grandmothers had been buxom women, she was flat chested. Her small buds of breasts had not changed in size, almost as the curse had stipulated. As those she had known through her own childhood aged and died, she became emotionally numb and detached from the human race. During the time she was maturing she had seen close to two generations come and go and she realized that she was in for a long haul. Attempts at suicide failed due to her curse inflicted 'immortality'. Never being able to stay in one place for much longer than maybe ten years, before her timelessness began to become apparent, she would move to a new town or city, gradually becoming braver and more self assured, she moving from country to country. In this way she learned many languages, cultures and customs.
During times of strife, she would follow the armies and provide for the multitudes of soldiers. The side in the conflict did not really matter to her. It was in this way that was to discover the weakness of the curse, the flaw in the spell, the defect that would provide the means to a more secure life. And her capitalization of the effects of this knowledge was in turn, subjected to the moral and human environments that any particular time or era would allow. It had taken her over three hundred years and the promiscuity that trailed along behind the front lines of battle during this particular era to learn the dramatic fact. She could store the protein contained in the semen once the daily base life-sustaining volume had been ingested. Now with this knowledge she had crossed the threshold from the daily 'hand-to-mouth' subsistence to a more robust, sated life. She did not stop 'eating' when she was full, providing the times allowed for it. During times of peace she would establish herself in a town or city and provide her services, attempting to gorge herself, while learning how read, write and to refine herself to the times to attract a steadily larger stable of wealthier clientele.
She recalled the lean times during the dark ages, during the time of the Inquisitions and the witch burnings. During these times she had gradually become more and more emaciated as these periods dictated strict compliance with the Churches codes of morals and ethics. Once, accused of witchcraft, during particularly lean and difficult times, she had been held in stocks for a week. Her small, almost pancake breasts had virtually disappeared and she had started to age, gray and wrinkle, wasting away to one hundred and eight pounds, only proving to her tormentors that she was indeed a witch. Removed from the stocks for a night in the village gaol, she slept with the warder and made good her escape before the scheduled dawn witch burning. But she had managed to survive, just barely. Liberal eras allowed her to start to regain the beauty of her youth, like in the time before the curse. It was like a rollercoaster. The Dark Ages made the conservative Victorian era seem like a picnic, but they too were lean times, literally. But there were the good times also
Tragedy struck Europe in 1348. The bubonic plague reached Europe from the East, killing about half the population of Europe by 1350. Labor scarcity forced a rise in wages and brought greater freedom to the peasantry, however, Odette, like those who plied the same trade as she did suffered. Many of the 'Ladies-Of-The-Night' succumbed to the plague, while many of their clientele either restrained themselves and stayed away, motivated by fear of the Black Death, or they too had suffered the ravages of the red and black pustules and died. Odette had been doing very well until the plague struck. She had managed to purchase meager accommodation two years prior and had nested away a few Pounds. She had started to fill out her chest, since she had recently discovered that there was a threshold for her sustainment and any additional semen she ingested would be digested and stored in her breasts. She was now the largest she had ever been, being a double D cup. The ten years of 'work' would she had accrued on her chest would disappear within the next three years and she would start to begin to look emaciated. The plague returned in a scourge of Europe again in 1361, 1362, 1369, 1372, 1382, 1388, and 1398. This was the worst fifty years she had experienced, but she survived it, barely.
She had managed to secure employment in 1528, working in the kitchen at an aristocratic country manor called Hampton court, which had just changed hands. The job allowed for her to go into the town daily to assist in the securing provisions for the manor. Daily she would visit the town market and arrange for the delivery of the items to the manor. Then she would make her rounds, hitting a variety of her regulars and thereby gaining her daily sustenance. Her routine provided her with nine stops daily. The new Lord of the manor spent most of his time in London or overseas, fighting for the country's continental possessions. Only during times of respite did he manage to visit his country manor. She had been on the staff at the manor house for about six months before she met him when he came to visit his country home. He did not bring his wife.
He was thirty seven years of age, wealthy, gallant, extremely powerful, fairly hansom despite the fact that too many years of good living were beginning to become evident around his middle. He was bored with his twenty-five year old, politically arranged marriage to Catherine, woman six years his elder. He had filed for divorce the year before and, although it had not yet been granted, he was already looking for a new wife. He noticed the woman waiting his table on the second day after his arrival. She was five feet, eight inches tall, 120 pounds, with most of it in her bust and behind. She had straight wheaten hair down to her bum and her features were a curious mixture of childish innocence and adult guile. He was enamoured at first sight. She was invited to his chamber that evening.
Odette knocked softly on the heavy oak panel door. "Enter." came the reply. Henry was lounging on a settee in his suite. Odette closed the door and curtsied and said "Good evening, Your Majesty." "Come sit by my side. I wish to know thee better." Odette obliged, pulling her long hair around, draping it over her left shoulder as she sat down. Her simple dress was low cut and her corset pushed her triple D cup bosom upward, creating deep, exposed cleavage. Henry VIII, King of England hardly looked at her face, instead being captivated by the dark crevasse.
"Your Majesty... " "Here, in these chambers, we are equal and I would be pleased if ye were to call me Henry." Odette started to feel giddy, and her cunt reacted by beginning its leaky preparations. "Henry, I have a feeling that I know what thee desires." With that said, Odette fumbled with the buttons down the front of the dress. Soon she had the task completed. She rolled he shoulders to shirk the sleeves from her arms and the dress fell to the ground around her feet. Her DDD twins protruded pertly from her slight frame pushed up by the waist-cinching corset, which only accentuated the volume of her boobs. "Henry, could ye assist me with the corset." He deftly undid the garment and it too, fell to the floor. Odette turned to face the King. She again rolled her shoulders and this time the freed hooters wobbled and bounced. He reached out and fondled her left breast, almost as if assessing its resiliency and weight. She felt the touch both in her hooters and in her crotch. Boldly, without his consent, Odette started to disrobe the monarch. As surprised as he was by her forwardness, he put up no resistance as she removed each layer of clothing. Soon he too stood naked, his cock as rigid as his battle sword.
He led her to the fireplace. In the glow from the fire he indicated that she recline onto the sheep skin rug. Odette carefully lay down in such a way that her golden locks spread in a fan shape above her head. Legs spread, knees bent upwards, arching her back slightly, resting on her elbows, her heavy breasts splayed, she lay waiting. The fire coloured her a golden tan, creating deep dark shadows in the lee of her tits. He knelt down between her legs. Odette increased the arch of her back, thrusting her tits up and out. He leaned down to meet them, kissing each one in turn. His gentle touch stimulated the aureole and nipples. He nudged his broad sword up against the hilt of her scabbard. Odette, startled, pulled away slightly, her jugs, yanked to life, slid animatedly up and down her chest. Henry smiled and laughed quietly. Odette smiled back.
She reclined fully, the soft sheepskin feeling luxurious against her back. Again he bumped against the opening of her sex slit. She was wet, very wet. She pulled him towards herself, surprised to feel firm musculature below a layer of body fat. He ever so gently entered her dark damp world. His spear jabbed into her void over and over again. With each thrust he bumped up against her engorged clitoris, inching her closer to climax with each contact. Too soon he had her softly moaning, belly and breasts shuddering as she reached her orgasm. Yet he continued. Odette continued to be pushed higher. She grabbed the rug and held it so tight that her knuckles turned visibly yellow-white in the golden glow of the firelight. Henry continued to pound into her as though he was trying to verify the divine right of kings. She still bucked to meet his every thrust, her frame wracked by ecstasy, every muscle quivering, her breaths coming in gasps, punctuated by loud moans and mewling sounds like that of a wounded animal. She had lost all sense of his own rise through to his explosion when the torrents of his seed flooded her channel. She collapsed in a quivering mass, completely overwrought by her senses, hunger sated by this midnight meal.
During his six-week stay at Hampton Court, she stayed every night in his quarters. He was inordinately virile and she would dine an additional three to four times each night. Although he was amply experienced, she taught him a few new things about women and sex. He was a quick learner. Early each morning as he still slept, she would stealthily exit his chambers and resume her duties in the kitchen and in the town. When the duties of administering and managing the nation finally could no longer be forestalled, he begged her to join him. She declined and told him she would be waiting for him upon his return to Hampton Court.
She stayed at Hampton Court while he traveled the country and abroad. Frequently he returned and each time implored her to travel with him. Odette knew that she couldn't, for if she did she would eventually die of starvation in the stifling monogamy of a Royal consort and mistress. He bestowed a small estate to her from his holdings in Anjou, France and smaller one from Dorset, England. He even gave her a title, Baroness de la Dou�, all in attempts to persuade her to be his. Even though she declined all of his offerings, he insisted upon giving her these gifts, which ultimately she reluctantly accepted. Be he there or not, she did not vary from her routine. She had been at Hampton Court for a year and a half when early one morning, Henry puffing and panting from a particularly vigorous workout with her asked her to marry him and be his Queen Regent.
Odette finally had to inform Henry that she was 'barren'. He was truly upset, as he told her that they complemented each other so well. She knew that he needed a male heir and with her infertility now in the open she knew that he would desist in his pursuit of her. "Nor could I be true to thee." she continued. "My desire for flesh is greater than the desire to be chaste for thee. Despite the depths of my love for thee, I have maintained other lovers before and during our time. I am truly sorry, Your Majesty, but I can no longer stay with thee as with my admission of infidelity I feel truly guilty for knowingly betraying your trust." She left his chamber and returned to hers and packed to leave.
He let her leave despite the fact that he was hurt and angered by her. He was very magnanimous at their separation in that the gifts that he had given to her, she was allowed to keep. At the time she did not realize that he would not let the same mistake be made again. Anne Boleyn in 1536 and Catherine Howard in 1542 would never know exactly what in his past had created the motivation in him, Henry VIII to have them executed, but sadly Odette did and she cried for them.
In April 1792 Odette made another trip to France. It had been decades since she had last resided at her estate in Dou�. Taking the letters that had been provided to her by Henry VIII, she presented herself to the court of Louis 16th as Lady Odette de la Dou�. She figured that a claim of being the eleventh Baroness of Dou� would put sufficient time between when she had received the letters and the present. At the time France was the richest and most powerful nation on the Continent and this was reflected directly by Odette who had prospered and could stuff a bra with firm E cup jugs.
When she appeared before the King to swear fealty to he and his realm, his Queen, Marie-Antoinette and her best friend, Marie-Th�r'se Lamballe were also present. It was a rarity for a woman to hold a baronial title in her own right, come and pledge her allegiance to the monarch. Powdered and with her own hair done in the lavish curls of court wigs, extravagantly dressed in a low cut ball gown, Odette approached the throne. Her breasts quivered like gelatin, the top third exposed and overflowing the top of her corset and the low neckline of the dress. Bowing, as a man would, raised the eyebrows of Louis and shrewd grins of approval from the Queen and her friend. As she bowed to the Monarch, her hooters slid outward from the confines of the corset. Standing, she then approached the dais and knelt before the King and in impeccable French swore her oath, not realizing that the top of each aureole were peeking out over the tops of the demi-cups in the dress, like the rising sun on the horizon. Louis squirmed in his chair and subtly adjusted the rising tumescence in his pants. The formalities done, they adjourned for a lavish luncheon and the women took the opportunity to get to know each other better. Odette remained at Versailles for a week and returned to Dou� half starved from the lack of sustenance. By the end of July she had established a variety of meal tickets in the Paris Palace and had discovered that Marie-Th�r'se was an intimate friend of the luxury loving, frivolous and extravagant Marie-Antoinette.
This has been Odette's longest stay at Versailles. She had been there for ten days and would be leaving for Dou� early the next morning. The international situation was beginning to affect the atmosphere in the palace. Successive defeats in the war with Austria and Prussia, which began in April 1792, had been taking its toll on the joviality of the hosts. Odette had retired early, well sated by extra 'helpings'. With stealth, Marie-Antoinette and Marie-Th�r'se crept into Odette's room. Taking positions on either side of the bed, the two Maries disrobed and slipped under the blankets and quilts with Odette. Each softly kissed her cheek and Odette woke to the realization that she was not alone. She gasped and was hushed by both Maries. She felt the two pairs of hands working over her bedclothes, gradually removing them with her help. Odette had never experienced lovemaking with a woman, much less two of them. The extravagant and high living was not apparent on the bodies of the thirty-seven year old Queen Marie Antoinette or fourty-three year old Lady Marie-Th�r'se, although they showed the signs of multiple rounds of childbirth. Odette let the two lovers explore her from head to foot. They concentrated on her large jugs and on the engorged 'little-man-in-the-boat' at the top of the gash in her groin. She followed their lead and soon found herself with handfuls of the Queen's D cup endowments, pulling, rolling and tugging at the engorged nipples. In the dim light she realized that the Lady's smaller C cup hooters were hanging just above her head. Lifting her head off of the pillow she sucked up the left teat hanging above her mouth and was rewarded with a soft squeal, which turned into a moan of pleasure. Her eyes followed the torso above her, noting that the Lady's head was between the Queen's thighs. The hands fondling her own bloated boobs abruptly stopped and she felt them urgently prying apart her own thighs. Soft, moist, warm lips planted themselves on her leaking slit and Marie Antoinette's tongue began a tattoo on her irritated clit. Odette gasped and loosed her suction hold on Marie-Th�r'se's tit. There was movement above and beside her as the two Maries shuffled positions slightly and the small tit was replaced by a large pelt of pubic hair and a glistening set of cunt lips with a clitoris that extended almost a half inch beyond the protective folds. Odette angled her head and buried herself into the snatch, pursing her lips to suck on this new protruding knob. The daisy chain was complete. The sounds of sucking and lapping gradually gave way to moans, grunts and groans of the three women working each other to orgasm. She felt both pairs of hands plying over her chest balloons. She smiled inwardly to herself that her E cups were the only ones abundant enough to accommodate all four hands and was pleased by the attention. She realized that the touch of a woman is very different than that of a man and that these two women, experienced in pleasing another woman were working their magic on her. Beginning with her belly trembling and culminating with her whole frame shuttering, she was the first to cum. The others rapidly followed suit.
Later, lying side by side by side, the three women giggled and talked and caressed. Odette quickly prompted the other two to begin again. The petting became heavier and again Odette's huge hooters were the center of attraction. She felt each gentle twist of her nipples and kissing and sucking of areola and buds deep in the sex at her groin. Extracting herself from the fondling and groping, she found her way to the sparse patch on the pubis of the Queen. Within seconds the chain had been reformed except in the opposite order. Marie-Th�r'se was adept, as her friend had been, working over Odette's genitalia like a starved dog at a full food dish. This time they were not as quiet and the moans turned to demented whimpers and whines. They persisted despite their own release, pushing the others into multiple orgasms, forcing themselves on, focussing on their receiving pleasure and giving pleasure. Marie Antoinette wailed in ecstasy, unable to continue giving and the two others quickly followed suit. They had pushed each other to the point of hearing fireworks. Exhausted they literally collapsed, out of breath, chests heaving, and the aftershocks of their orgasms shaking their bodies and animating their breasts. The 'fireworks' continued. The Palace guards were running up and down the hallway outside their room. The sound to the gunshots became closer and more frequent.
Within hours a popular insurrection would overthrow the Monarchy. It was August 10th, 1792. Odette dressed hastily in her traveling clothes and the two Maries quickly dressed in their nightdresses. Cautiously they opened the door and found the hallway empty. Odette went to the right and Marie Antoinette and Marie-Th�r'se went to the left. As she rounded the corner at the end of the hall, Odette looked back at her two new lovers. She would never see them again. It was with only sheer luck that she managed to escape from Versailles. She rode on horseback to Dou�, just ahead of the wave of information proclaiming the Revolution. She escaped France in the guise of her true occupation, dining heartily on the Revolutionaries all the way to the Channel, where she hired a boat to take her to the safety of England.
In the late 1930's, she emigrated to America, leaving Europe to the ravages of the flow and ebb of the Nazi tide. Prohibition, the war effort, the return of the vets after the war and the paranoia of the Cold War created a series of setbacks that made it difficult for Odette to integrate into the American society. Woodstock was to be the modern era turning point. This event put her in contact with the hippie culture and the easygoing lifestyle that went with it. She had entered the farm at Bethyl, New York looking a toothpick thin one hundred and twelve pounds and about thirty-five years old. Over that weekend she was the epitome of the 'free love' that characterized the era. She had been like a shark in blooded waters, feeding nonstop though out the whole weekend. She gorged herself, literally packing it away for a rainy day. When she left the festival she had became revitalized. She was, figuratively speaking, curvy and twentyish in appearance. Floating around the country from commune, to flop house, to ghettos, the free love late sixties and early seventies allowed her to gradually fill a D cup brassiere. By the early nineties she was boasting triple D cup breasts.
Odette enrolled herself at State University, as a mature student in the History baccalaureate program. Studies were to be a secondary priority. Besides, she did not have to study it since she had lived it. She wanted a larger cushion against lean times and to do that meant enlarging her own chest cushions. A large student body, of young virile males, unattached and readily obliging would ensure a steady meal ticket guaranteed to distend the already luxurious layers of triple D cup bulk she hefted around on her chest. She passed herself off as an eighteen-year-old to her fellow students. The precaution was necessary in case anyone noted that her breasts were slowly getting larger, to allow for the excuse of 'Puberty is still working its wonders.' to be believable. In her first week she signed up for cheerleading. She had enrolled in college in order to 'tap into' the football teams and there could be no better way to engage the football teams than by being a cheerleader. She protected her privacy by keeping her address to herself and would take her feedings where she found them.
The first big game was an out of town game at another near by university. After the game, at the victory party, for the other university's team, she worked her way into the locker room. Still wearing her own team's cheerleading uniform, she proceeded to provide blowjobs for the winning team. The team, consisting of two complete lines, guaranteeing twenty-two loads. Including those that came back for seconds, she swallowed a total of thirty one times. The next day each breast was almost an ounce larger. Each weekend she repeated the same format and averaged about the same. During the week, in the evenings, she would work for a variety of escort services and pick up additional 'meals' here and there.
At the end of the school year she had added over 1 3/4 lbs. to each tit and had increased her bust line by one more cup size from her locker room escapades at the football games and by consistently exceeding her daily requirement. The overall expansion had brought her to a well-padded large E or small EE cup. Five more years of this routine saw her attain a Masters Degree in History, principally in the language of the Pre-Middle Ages English, secure a seedy reputation at each of the six schools she had attended and acquire GG cup jugs.
Now she again worked the streets. It was a return to what she had done for decades on end. It was a pleasant change with little stress. The largess of her chest guaranteed her as many tricks as she so desired. A trickle here and a drop there above her base requirement, added to the huge hooters, were now not as noticeable as they had been when the jugs were of smaller caliber. She woke in the morning to find Al had left her a note. He had left her. She had not felt this type of pain in centuries. She filled her time and eased her pain by devoting herself completely to her 'work'. She aggressively plied her trade and she ballooned, adding to her sweater meat at a rate of about a cup size every two months. Her reverie ended when she received an overseas telephone call.
Odette flew back to England. James Clarendon met her at Heathrow late in the evening. He was a student writing his doctoral thesis on King Edward the Martyr. He was a rugged outdoors type of man of twenty six years of age, well suited to his archeological and anthropological fields of study. He did not know quite what to expect of Odette and he had envisioned her as a dour late twenty year old librarian type. Odette envisioned James as a bookish type of man. They both cast admiring glances at each other as Odette walked past him looking for her 'bookish' man and he resumed his search for his 'librarian'. He had been holding a sign that read ''Odette de la Dou�', but he had had it angled at the wrong gate. Hearing his name paged to meet his party at the travel information kiosk he was pleasantly surprised to see that the knockout with the knockers was Odette and likewise Odette showed surprise at the muscular tanned 'hunk' when he appeared. They would be staying in London the night and would drive to Purbeck in the morning. This suited Odette just fine. After the flight she was starving.
At the hotel, they were staying in adjoining rooms and the door between the two rooms was open. Reclining in the chairs in James' room they became acquainted with each other and also discussed his archeological find in the ruins of Corfe Castle. In a small vault, which had been integrated into the inner defensive walls during the enlargement of the castle by King John, he had found a half dozen ancient parchment scrolls dating back to the turn of the last millennium. Odette's last professor, Dr Lilly had been discussing a variety of historical topics with James' professor, Dr. Gordon while at a conference in London and the subject of James and his find at Corfe Castle had been in the forefront of the discussion. Dr. Lilly had recommended Odette's as a capable translator to Dr Gordon. The phone call was made and now Odette had returned to the land of her birth. Her task was to translate the contents of the scrolls.
They said their goodnights and Odette retired to her room, ensuring that the common passage between their rooms was unlocked. After waiting an hour, gently she eased the door open. Her triple J jugs rose and fell with each of her breaths. She was acutely aware of the thick soft pile of the carpet as fibers forced their way up between her toes with each step. He had left the window open in his room and a slight draft blew into the room. Her nipples tightened into bullets. The gentle breeze ruffled the curtains and the light from emanating beyond the window rippled across her naked form. He lay sleeping, gently breathing, completely at rest. Slowly and carefully she raised the edge of the blankets and eased herself next to him on the double bed and went to 'work'. She kissed him on the cheek and her hand caressed its way to his groin. She softly and deftly massaged the flaccid member. A chill swept through her as the sleeping 'little man' stirred. Its master was still sleeping soundly. The little man stretched as it awoke from its slumber and she continued in her efforts to rouse both of them. She was pleased with herself that she had awakened the little guy first. The blanket was severely tented. She nestled in closed to James.
Slowly he came to. Coming to his senses, he jolted awake, unfamiliar with the bed, room and seductress at his side. She sealed his mouth with hers and her tongue forced its way into the cavity, bringing to battle his tongue. He remembered who, what where and when and responded, his tongue fighting back. His hands began in-depth explorations of her body. His hand locked on the tip of a rib rocket and pulled at her dugs. The bullet like nipples swelled further and stiffened noticeably. Driven by hunger and lust, Odette tore back the covers, exposing them both to the muted light. He looked better undressed than he had with clothes on. She crawled over him on her hands and knees and admired his manhood. The 'little man' was not so little now. It was built like its owner, tall and broad. In all of her thousand years she had seen few of this caliber. Anticipatory thoughts of the pleasure that this 'toy' would bring caused a ripple of desire to shiver through her. She licked her lips. Forming a tight 'O' shape to her lips, she lowered her head to touch the large mushroom shaped head. The mass passed her lips and her jaw began to ache as she struggled to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate this brute. With great difficulty, the usually easy task of swallowing was accomplished, choking her with every inch until its tip was deep insider her throat.
With a dreamy look of pleasure on his face, James opened his eyes again and was looking up at her steamy hole. He was amazed to see drops of her lubricant on the coral lips. Leaning upwards to the awaiting treasure, he stuck out his tongue and with the tip grazed the moist lips to collect her dew. She shuddered at the light touch. Egged on by her response, James began in earnest to harvest the yield of girl goo. He was deft and was pleased with the results it produced. Odette felt the tremors beginning in her belly and knew her release would be coming soon. His strong arms wrapped around her thighs and with both hands he massaged her padded tush and the tight sphincter between the cheeks. He was rewarded for his effort by a gush of her lubricant of love and his tongue became all the more invasive, drilling deep into the steamy slit and alternating to her distended clit.
Odette continued to choke on his rod, the quaking spreading from her belly and causing her whole body to begin to tremble. Her breathing became extremely difficult with his cock down her throat and she almost reluctantly pulled herself off so that only the large head remained in her mouth. The phallus twitched in her mouth and she tasted the few drops of precum that emerged from the slit. Her mouth watered and she increased the suction, realizing that it would be her that came first. The trembling became more violent as the animal lust of orgasm started the urgent rocking of her pelvis and waves of bliss splashed over her again and again. She released her hold on his prick and the sounds of pleasure filled the room. James struggled to continue his tongue lashing in spite of the bumping and grinding the her twat mashing into his face. Slowly her crescendo passed and the force and urgency diminished and he reduced his pace. She crumpled on top of him, drained of all energy.
James eased himself out from under her, lying her on her back as he did so. She smiled a Cheshire-cat grin and slowly raised her knees and spread her legs. James positioned himself between the spread gams and with her help to aim, impaled her. Slowly, beginning with shallow strokes, he eased his huge member into the tight hole. As greased as she was from the gushing she had just done, she felt that he was be too big and if he continued to work his way in, she would be torn in two. He on top, lying belly to belly, started a steady rhythm, pumping with his pelvis, deeply, firmly and solidly into her. With each thrust she felt his heavy, low hanging balls bump against her ass. He kissed her roughly on the mouth, the ears and neck while his hands busied themselves with her head, neck and shoulders. Odette had a tight grip on his ass and her fingers dug into his flesh, urging him on, with every down stroke. Her clit was bumped at the end of every stroke and his wiry pubic hair annoyed it farther during the withdrawals and the thrusts. James felt the familiar churning in his balls as it stirred up his seed in preparation of spewing. Odette noted the slight change in his pace and angled her hips upward to increase the friction. The dam burst and James poured forth gobs of jizm into her literally hungry cunt. Extracting himself, Odette was quick to dive onto the slowly softening soldier, ensuring that it was thoroughly bathed and that she had not missed a single drop. He exhausted and she, her hunger temporarily sated, lay next to each other, nuzzling and gently kissing, letting the euphoria of their joining lull them off to sleep.
Odette awoke, hunger gnawing in her stomach. She looked over at the clock. Three hours since her last feeding. James should be good for at least another load or two. She did not need to 'eat', as she had months worth of survival packed into her triple J chest. The rumblings in her stomach were more of a nuisance than anything else and in order to get a good night sleep it would be better with a full stomach. Fortunately for her James was now sleeping on his back. She leaned over him and began to massage the head of his soft penis. It always surprised her that despite the fact that the man was sleeping, usually his dick, with a little coaxing, wouldn't be. James proved to be no exception.
Cautiously, as the succubus she was, she straddled his legs and carefully she negotiated herself with her twat hovering inches above his swollen cockhead. Odette eased herself down, struggling to accommodate his girth and then his length. She watched his face as she settled when they were groin to groin. He awoke, this time without a start. Odette began to grind their pudenda together. James looked up at her and scanned downwards to the gigantic jugs which oscillated obscenely. He took one with both hands, kneading the malleable flesh, not believing that tits could grow to be so big that they could have been regulation size basketballs. Odette continued the bump and grind motion, the urgency beginning to show. The shocks of pleasure that James was giving her hooters and nipples went straight to the sensitive end of her clit. She leaned forward to increase the friction and to force his meat deeper into herself. Her boobs now hung scant inches above his head, swaying back and forth, out of sync with the rest of her body. James tilted his chin upward and stuck his tongue out as far as it would go. He made contact with the tip of her left nipple. She shuddered and lowered herself another inch. James now sucked up the acorn sized nipple and Odette loosed a soft squeal. James now held the monster mammary to steady it and open mouthed, sucked on as much of her aureole as possible while his tongue lapped and beat the enflamed teat.
The grinding intensified an Odette pushed down harder and increased the pace, hurried along by the mounting passion in her loins. James changed tits, conducting a symphony across her nipple with his tongue. Odette had next to no warning, the orgasm swept though her like a wild fire. Her grinding and mashing reached fever pitch and her pelvis pushed still farther forward in the unconscious attempt to drive the shaft inside of her deeper still. James could take no more of the friction either and he helped lubricate her hungry hole with wave after wave of cum. Together they reached bliss. Odette lowered herself onto him, her boobs touching down first, billowing outward as they were sandwiched between them. They fell asleep still coupled.
The morning brought room service and breakfast. After dining on each other they leisurely worked at what the bellhop had brought, or more appropriately, Odette watched James, taking the opportunity to help him eat. They checked out of the hotel and began the daylong journey to Dorset. On the drive they discussed Edward the Martyr. James argued what his thesis was and Odette argued what actually had happened without admitting to actually having been there and having lived it. She could not admit to him her past. She would look a fool in his eyes, her claiming to be one thousand and thirty five years of age. Odette offered James accommodation at her English estate outside of Wareham, which was about five miles from Corfe Castle. After the work out of the night before he would have been a fool to decline the offer.
On the large banquet table that dominated the room, James had carefully laid out the six scrolls. Odette's read wide eyed, in the language of her birth, discovering early into the first scroll that it had been written by Matilda, the author of her century of misery. Odette wanted to test her memory of her youth. She had James cover all but the first line on each of the remaining scrolls. After reading the single line, she used her memory of those times to develop the remainder of the text. She had James record every word she said. When she read the actual written word, she had been correct in all accounts except for a few minor points. This success rate was maintained up to the last scroll, a confessional account.
Odette gasped as she read the text of the last scroll. Matilda had written of the murder of Edward the Martyr, the politicking leading to the coronation Lady Elfrida's son Ethelred, the unfaithfulness of her husband and his subsequent murder and of her (Odette) and that fateful night. The emotions got the better of her and she quietly whispered "That's me!" James looked quizzically at her. She read the rest of the account without verbally translating it to James on the spot. The last line of the scroll had Odette's heart jump into her throat and tears well up in her eyes. The antidote to the evil that had afflicted her for the past century stared at her in the faded blue-black ink. Her braless heavy triple J hooters heaved with each gasp of breath she took, the blouse feeling uncomfortably tight. The 'cure' had been so easy. Now she understood why she had been chased away from the castle. The castle well had all along held the answer to her plight. Turning to James she asked, "Will you help me regain my life?" Puzzled, he agreed and she confessed her whole personal history to him. She cited her intimate knowledge of the contents of the scrolls, save Matilda's confession, as some credence for her statement. On the short drive to Corfe Castle ruins and the quarter mile walk up the gentle slope to the ruins of the keep at the top of the hill she told him everything. She could not stop herself. She had confessed to no one this one dark secret, until now.
She lifted the cover of the ancient well and dropped a small bucket with rope attached, down into the inky depths. The splash at the bottom came as a relief to her. The well was not dry. Both of them pulling up the filled bucket and when it reached the top she grabbed it in both hands and lifted it to her mouth. She did not stop drinking until the musty bitter water in the bucket had been drained down her throat. Instantly she felt strange. The transformation was rapid. She started to shrink. Minute by minute her five foot ten inch stature visibly reduced inch by inch. Her arms and legs became shorter. Her feet and hands became smaller. The features of her face became more immature. She doubled over from the pain in her abdomen. The pain was gone as quickly as it had started and she was thirteen and a half again and the clothes she was wearing hung loosely on her four foot eleven inch frame. She was a gangly prepubescent in all appearances except for the huge triple J's which still hung from the chest of her skinny frame, like they were cantilevered. Her breasts had remained at the same size they had been before the transformation and only seemed to appear even larger because the backdrop they were suspended from had been reduced in size. Odette stared at her shrunken hands, eyes wide with disbelief. James had his mouth open in awe. She rummaged in her purse for her compact case and opened it up to look at herself in the mirror. She had only ever seen herself once at this age when King Edward had allowed her to use one of his prize possessions, to look at herself in a small highly polished metal mirror.
The strange feelings began again without the agonizing pain in her gut. Her face started to break out in pimples as everything about her began to grow, albeit at a slower rate than the shrinking had occurred. Her fingers grew longer. Arms, legs, hands and feet stretched longer. Her torso lengthened. She was experiencing her belated puberty. The breakout of zits cleared up. When her height reached about five and a half feet the padding that defined the difference between men and women began to accumulate. Her hips widened. Her ass filled out. And amazingly her breasts began to fill out even more. Slowly the front of her shirt tightened. The blouse, already tight, steadily became more constrictive. She recalled that her mother and both grandmothers had been amply endowed women and she hoped that her hooters would stop expanding when the genetic template had been completed as opposed to the undaunting prospect that they would double in size from their original JJJ size. Abruptly her growing limbs and torso stopped. She had again reached her comfortable five foot ten inch stature, but her bustline burgeoned larger still inside the now too tight blouse. She looked down at the deep cleavage and at the thin garment. Around the fullest part of her bosom, the shirt barely held itself together as the buttons still held. She looked up at James. His widely opened eyes were locked on her cleavage. It was visible from the top and all the way down the front as the material, pulled back by the strain, left diamonds of creamy exposed flesh, sandwiched tightly together. She noticed the front of his jeans were very tight. It was obvious that her swelling tits had the effect of swelling his dick. As abruptly as the growing started, it stopped.
She looked at her hooters again. The huge double L cup breasts where a sight that even she could hardly believe. James reached out to touch one, but she stopped him. "I think the shirt is too fragile. Wait till we get back to my place. It's going to be hard enough to get back to the car without splitting wide open." James agreed and ever so gingerly they eased their way back to the car, the overly copious quantities of braless tit rocking wildly with each footfall and each breath she took. Once in the car they both relaxed until the shoulder harness of the seatbelt exerted too much pressure and the blouse popped open, each button following the other as the blouse split open. James deftly drove the back roads to reduce the possibility of Odette's bare breasts being seen by other motorists or by any of the populace of the three villages they would have had to pass through if they had stuck to the main roads. On the was back to her Wareham estate Odette felt a strange feeling in her abdomen. Soon afterwards another strangely distantly familiar feeling welled in her belly. Menstruation and hunger became welcome feelings, proving to herself that she was human again.
She now was be able to experience the things that she, for the past thousand years had not. Menstruation, marriage, pregnancy and birthing, aging and eventually death. Four pregnancies would have her breasts eventually swell another two cup sizes. She would be as proud of them at their M cup size as she had been in the hotel with James on their first night together when she stuffed a triple J bra. Or on that last night with Al when she stretched the tape at a GGG. And as when Henry VIII had enjoyed their triple D volume; and Marie-Antoinette and Marie-Th�r'se had mauled them at their E cup size. And as her first true love, Edward, so gently, had caressed the tiny buds of the beginnings of her bust. And even when the rough hands of the travelling stranger had pulled, twisted, kissed and sucked them so roughly only one week later, just before he had filled her with her first meal. She still turned heads where ever she went and now she smiled back at them all. The men were no longer prey.