Disclaimer: If you are under 18, or in possession of a mind which is confused by what it real, and what is fiction, or you are one of those "special" individuals who'll blow a gasket if they read something which presents a sexual fantasy in a content they might be able to understand--then turn around and let your feet do the walkin�. After all, I wouldn't want you bitching you were forced to read a story which later caused you to have impure thoughts . . . .

by

Grosporina

Being your average nubile 14 year-old girl, Kayce Bryce knew exactly the sort of effect she had on her friends--and enemies--of the opposite sex. Kayce was the first girl in her class to begin developing at the ripe age of 9, and by 12 she had moved out of C cups into a rather womanly D. Sure, it was a bitch when it came to finding clothes, because most of the stuff her friends were wearing could only be filled out by a tiny B cup . . . so Kayce found herself having to wear a lot of tops and dresses made for petites, tops and dresses which happened to allow room for her young, amble bosom--and which sometimes would show a little more cleavage than some of the people in her school would rather see.

But that was neither here nor there, as Kayce didn't give a fuck about what others thought of her, or how she displayed herself. Kayce loved to tease, there was no doubt about it. Although she still had a little of the baby fat which lingered from before puberty, Kayce�s short, 5 foot even frame showed off her 34 Ds well enough that boys and men--and not a few of the girls, she'd noticed lately--started drooling the moment she was in their presence. And the fact she could get that sort of "rise" (no pun intended) out of guys was a massive turn on for her. It seemed like most days she could walk down any hallway in school and see the crotches of most of the boy's jeans stretched tight by their ridged cocks as they watched her go by, her breasts bouncing like she'd just stepped out of a "Dead or Alive" video game. She noticed the male teachers casting glances at her, and her panties would be soaked by the time she was finished wondering if a particular teacher was going to be jerking off on the way home, of if they would be thinking of her while they fucked their dumpy wives.

Kayce did a fair amount of masturbating herself, thinking about what she was going to look like in a few years after she'd grown a little bigger, maybe to a DD cup, and she lost some of the fat which presently girdled her waist and ass, making her one hot little bitch. And she knew what the hot bitches got: Anything they liked.

Her parents were always talking about her going to college and getting a degree, but fuck all that. Kayce only cared about two things: her sexual pleasure, and drawing. She was pretty good when it came to sketching, as most of her girlfriends often told her. Her style gyrated toward that of Japanese animation, and so she mostly drew short, long-legged girls with big eyes and even bigger tits. There were more than a few times she would see herself in those drawings, and stashed away in her underwear drawer were a few drawing which Kayce had done as a self portraits", drawings which had naked young girls with hairless pussies (Kayce had started shaving last year when she saw how sexy it looked on one of her girlfriend's sisters, after spying her undressing in her room) playing with themselves, putting dildos and other toys inside their various orifices.

The fact that Kayce knew she'd be doing that some day soon made her want that day to come all that much sooner.

Every forth Saturday of the month Kayce showed up at the local library, where the Japanese animation club met to show the latest things which had arrived from overseas. She didn't much care for most of what was shown; beyond a few series which she loved, most of what the club officers showed bored the hell out of her. But, there were other things to do there. She always drew and talked with her friends--and more times than not wore something which drove the fanboys there out of their minds.

This last meeting she had shown up and a very short black dress, Doc Martins with black leggings, and short velvet gloves. The dress was an old one with a plunging neckline, and it pressed against her breasts just enough that it forced them up and out, making it look as if she were wearing a corset. She had looked in the mirror in the bathroom right after the meeting had gotten started, and smiled. Lots of cleavage was being flashed. Kayce felt a slight contraction in her groin, and smelled herself. Just the way she liked to be presented: young, innocent, virginal (that last was very true), and showing more breasts than all the rest of the girls at the meeting combined. She knew what this would mean . . . .

It meant she had the attention of almost all the guy in the room.

There was one guy, Alan, who hovered around her like a moth drawn to a fucking candle. He was 27, but he never acted his age when he was around Kayce. She knew from the way he'd spoken around her, and had spoken with other, and he wanted to bone her badly, even though he knew doing so would reserve him a private room at the local state pen. She didn't mind that sort of reaction, though. She lived for it. Knowing that someone out there was willing to risk jail just to fuck her . . . not that she'd let him. Despite how nice she might act towards him, he was not her type.

Nor was Jason, who actually drew for a couple of different comic books (independents, but who cared), and had also professed he had the hots for Kayce�s ripe body. She'd heard him tell one guy once, "I�ll like to use her tits like a vice, and clamp them around my dick." After she'd heard that remake, she headed to the bathroom a little while later and, for the first time, began masturbating in a stall until she'd cum. She'd done so keeping the thought of Jason trying to force his small cock between her breasts, and watching them enfold and swallow them.

After a year of attending the club, she knew she pretty much had most of the guys eating out of her hand--and those who didn't were pretty much losers and geeks, and so who gave a shit? There was one exception to this rule, though . . . .

And that exception was Richard.

It wasn't that Richard was some sort of sex god or something of that nature. Kayce, in a way, didn't even find him that attractive. He was old--at least forty--and while not bald, he was taking on that Bill Murray look when it came to hair lines. Kayce also knew he was divorced, having heard this from Alan one night when they were talking at another animation meeting in nearby town. Richard had been married for almost fifteen years, but then his wife had split on him, left the state and headed West, and he'd been by himself, no girlfriend or anything, for the last three years. Most of the time when he came to the meeting he'd sit and work on things involving roll playing games, or he'd chat with a few of the people at the meeting. A lot of times while he was doing this he'd also be watching the shows, which Kayce found a little remarkable, considering she had trouble listening to her mother while she was watching TV, which Richard could read the subtitles for the shows while talking about working up magick spells for an RPG with two or three other people.

But what got to Kayce the most was the fact that she couldn't seem to get a reaction from him, not the way she could from other guys. She reasoned that it could be because he was old, or maybe he was secretly gay or something, but she didn't think that was the case. She'd heard him more than one time make very overt sexual remarks about women, and she'd seen how his pupils dilated when he'd see a particularly buxom anime babe in a magazine. So she knew it wasn't because he was ancient or queer. It had to be something else. But she was damned if she knew why he didn't react to her like the other guys.

Not that she couldn't find out, of course.

The next meeting, though some sort of strange coincident, fell on Kayce�s birthday, and she had decided over the last couple of days that she wanted to giver herself a present: she was going to give Richard a come-on which was going to get him so horny he'd be jerking off for the rest of next week while he did nothing but think of her hot tits. She dressed for the part, leaving off her bra and putting on a very tight white blouse with black tie, a short plaid skirt who's hem ended about two inches below her crotch, white cotton panties, bare legs, and a pair of platform Mary Janes. Personally, Kayce felt she look a little overdone, but she knew a lot of old guys went in for that "school girl look, and she was going to maximum response.

Richard always showed up right at the beginning of the meeting; in fact, since he was in very tight with the guys who ran the thing, he was often there before the meeting even started. Just as she had thought, he was already in his usual spot, at the end of the long table which sat at one end of the room, with the 80 inch video projection screen across the room to his right. He had a book out and was writing something down on a note pad, shooting glances at what was currently playing.

Kayce hadn't come with her friends; she had her mom drop her off. She headed for the chair to his left, and placed her knapsack on the table almost in front of him.

When Richard looked up, she saw for just a moment the dilation of his pupils. Kayce had read a while back that when someone was interesting in you, their pupils would dilate. She knew she already had him hooked without having had to do much work at all.

"How you doin�, Richard?" she asked, standing there with her arms locked behind her back, bringing out the most in her bosom.

His eyes darted to her tits for a moment, then back up to her face. "Fine, Kayce. And you?"

She smiled, and bounced a little on the balls of her feet, knowing the vibration would translate upward into her tits. "Swell, let me tell ya." She sat for a moment, inwardly pleased. Now . . . Kayce got up and looked over Richard's shoulder, trying to act as if she were interested in what he was jotting down. "Whatcha working on?" Kayce was barely touching his arm with her right breasts, but she knew if she could get him to look up at her, he'd almost have his face in it.

Unfortunately, Richard wasn't taking the bait. "Something for a game I'm running," he replied, referring to his role playing stuff. "A character I'm thinking of using as an NPC. He's a vampire who once was a mage, and therefore is able to still do a little magick, along with the other things he learned once he became undead."

"Sounds, um, interesting." Not. Kayce was not into gaming, although the vampire/goth thing turned her on sometimes. Being undead and living forever . . . now, that was a party. Anything else you got there?"

"Nothing you'd probably be interested in . . ." Richard now looked around, seeing, it seemed to Kayce, if there was anyone paying attention to them. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," she replied, smiling.

"Is there a reason you're coming on to me?"

This was pretty fuckin� blunt! She didn't expect an old guy like Richard get a clue this quickly. Although, it wasn't like she was really coming on to him . . . "Why do you say that?"

Leaning away, Richard looked in her direction finally, his eyes locking on her breasts. "�Cause you got those things right in my face, and I was wondering what you expected me to do with them."

YES! Kayce wanted to jump and scream, knowing she'd finally got him to notice. Now, to move in for the kill . . . "Well, you know, Richard, it's no big deal. I just, you know, wasn't thinking about that. But, now that you mention it . . ." She flashed him that grand smile of hers, known how cute she must have looked. Yeah!

Richard smiled back, making Kayce wonder just when he was going to do something, like make a move, or touch her, anything she could use to shut him down and get her way with him. "Now that you mention it, aren't you a little too young to be playing games with an adult?"

The shock to her system couldn't have hit any harder had you struck her in the ass with a cattle prod. Kayce knew she was coming on a little strong, but wasn't Richard going to let his dick do his thinking for him and do something stupid, and not notice that? "Um, hey. I don't know what you mean. I mean, I'm just being--"

"Sit down, Kayce." It came out almost like a command her father would give, and despite herself Kayce sat down.

"You're a nice enough girl," Richard told her. ABut, you know, I'm almost 40, and yours aren't the first pair of big tits I've seen in my life."

She didn't want to look pissed, but Kayce could feel her face redden, and she knew her eyes were starting to darken with hate. "I'm not stupid, although you must think I'm like all the other guys in here who you seem to have under your sway just because you carry around a couple of pretty big mammaries."

Richard was starting to adopt that stern position which comes with having been around for years, and not wanting to take any shit about it. "I see how you play with Alan and the others, and while I don't give a shit about what they do, I don't particularly like being the object of your �affection�. You're just fuckin� with me because it give you some sort of cheep thrill, or because you like having all the attention, or--" He shrugged. "Shit, who know? Maybe you get some twisted, sexual kick out of being the center of attention."

That last really drove the last nail in the coffin, because now Richard was hitting a little to close to home for Kayce�s liking, and it was starting to piss her off. "You can't talk to me like that!" she said, a little louder than she had intended. A couple of the people watching the show turned and looked back momentarily, wondering what was going on.

"Why?" Richard asked. Now he was smiling broadly. "Did I say something a little too true?" While Kayce continued to simmer, he continued: "You know what pisses me off the most? I like you. I think you're a nice girl. Except--I can't stand fuckin� teases. It just drives me crazy. Always hated it when I was in school, with those girls who thought their shit didn't stink, who went around flaunting their goddamn bodies all the time, just showing off to everyone that they were fuckin� hot, or something. A bunch of crap. And you--" Richard disgustedly waved a hand a Kayce. "You've got a nice body, and you have a very nice personality and could be a terrific person when you find the time to grow up. But you like to pretend you're a woman trapped in a child's body, when it's really the other way around. You just haven't figured that out yet, is all.

"You have a lot of growing up to do, Kayce," Richard told her, peering over the tops of his glasses, and affording a quick glance at her breasts again. "But when you get there, let me know, �cause to be honest, I wouldn't mind playing with you. But I ain't gonna do it now, not when you're little more than jailbait."

By the end of the harangue, Kayce was ready to kill. She couldn't believe it. Called her jailbait! That's what her mom called her once last year, when she caught Kayce getting ready to step out in a short skirt and a belly shirt. "You look like a jailbait slut," she'd told her, and the contempt simply dripped from her voice as she made the statement. And now, here was this old fucker saying he'd like to play with her (like she was some sort of toy!), but she was too young--jailbait! Screw him!

She shuddered as she stood. "Gee, it's too bad you're too old to have sex, �cause maybe if you were able to get a hard on a year from now, I might let you do something." She was almost screaming, which was really drawing the attention of the other people in the room. Richard, for his part, sat there and didn't say a word. His eyes never wavered from her face, which irritated Kayce even more, since she figured he'd be opening starting at her bouncing breasts. "Fuck you!" She turned and lunged for her backpack before lunging out of the room. She headed into the bathroom, a lot more upset than she'd expected. Looking in the mirror, she saw the tears in her eyes. What the hell, man? She'd gotten a reaction from Richard, but not what she'd expected. Not a damn lecture! That's like what your parents gave you. Well, he was old like her dad, so what did she expect?

"Fucker, fucker!" Seeing her nipples standing up under her blouse, Kayce realized that all the rubbing and bouncing around had gotten her stimulated. Well, there wasn't anyone in the bathroom--and there wasn't any reason the day should be a total waste. She headed into a stall, knowing she'd be there for a while.

Another month, another meeting at the library. Kayce was demure for once; she was in jeans and a somewhat-tight tee shirt, tight enough that the outline of her bra could be seen. Even though she walked into the room a little before the time the meeting was to start, there was Richard, already in his accustomed place at the table. Kayce considered not sitting next to him--she had fumed over his brush-off last month for most of that last weekend, and was still a little miffed. But, just because she was going to sit next to him, that didn't mean she had to talk to him.

Surprisingly, Richard spoke as she was pulling out her chair. "How are you, Kayce?" he asked, not looking up from his notebook.

She pursed her lips. "Fine."

Richard looked up, and sighed. "I�d like to apologize."

Now, this was something! "Huh?" She didn't want to give the impression that, inside, she was jumping up and down for joy, content that somehow she'd gotten to him.

"I'm sorry about what I said last month," he told her. Richard leaned back in his chair. "Look, there are a lot of things about myself I don't like to admit, and one of those is that I'm not really all that--well, you know, studly. For a guy, that is. Never have been."

"You're not that bad," Kayce lied, but sounding sincere.

Richard nodded. "Sure, right, but . . . I used to be one of the guys who'd get blown off by girls like you--you know, the good looking ones. Couldn't get a sideways glance if I fuckin� bought it. And forget about a date. And if they ever did pay attention to me--it was just so they could fuck with me.

"That's why when you did what you did--" He stretched out the last part, trying to get Kayce to recognize her folly, but she feigned ignorance. He went on. "Well, I took it the wrong way, I sort of had a flashback to the bad old days. And that's why I went off on you."

She nodded dumbly, but Kayce knew she'd won. She'd gotten a reaction out of Richard, just like she'd wanted! And this was even better, since now it looked like he was groveling like a pig because he felt he'd hurt her feelings. Yes! That's the way to do it, girl.

"Oh, one other thing . . ." Richard reached down and came up with a rather large clothing box, gift wrapped. "Happy belated birthday."

Despite her best effort, Kayce gasped when she saw the present. "Richard!" she squealed. "I can't believe this!"

"Well, Alan told me later after the last meeting that it was your birthday, and, shit, if I had known, I wouldn't have gotten in you ass like that. I was just being a dick, and I thought this might make it up to you."

Knowing it might be clothing, Kayce started to get a little worried that Richard had bought her something lame, like a flowery sun dress, or something cute like that. "What, uh, is--"

"You'll like it; trust me." He gave her a very sly smile. "I'm sure you will love it."

Kayce thought about it, then got up and hugged Richard, squeezing her breasts against his chest as hard as she could. What the hell? she thought. Give him a thrill. If this is bullshit, I�ll just burn it. "Can I try it on now? In the bathroom?"

After having a couple of D cups pressed up against him like CPR paddles, Richard seemed a little lost in thought. "No, that's all right. You might just want to wait until you get home, and do it then."

"But . . ." Her mind was racing ahead, and she had this image that he'd maybe went out and bought her something really fucking hot, like a total slut outfit. It might be funny to watch his reactions while she was showing it off for Alan, knowing that he'd be thinking that she should be with him, instead of flaunting her body for the other guys. "Don't you want to see me in it?"

"Oh, that." Richard smiled again, clearing his throat as his looked at something on his fingernails. "Don't worry about it. You can wear it for me the next time we meet."

It had been a long day; the first meeting lasted most of the day, then off to the second meeting, and standing around with her friends bullshitting, and now, finally, home, and a little relaxation. Almost . . . she laid a hand on the box Richard had given her, running it slowly along the ribbon which sealed it. A short laugh escaped her lips; she really wanted to try on whatever it was he'd bought her. After she'd thought about it for a while, she realized that no guy had ever gotten her anything before. It wasn't like any of the boys she knew could afford to buy her something nice; most of them didn't have enough money to spring for her bugger at the Arches, must less buy her clothes. But here! She had shook the box a couple of times during the day, and could hear something moving around inside, so it wasn't just a skirt or blouse in there . . . .

She opened the box, and found a note:

Didn't mean to be an ass, so I hope this makes things better between us.

Yeah, right. Lets see what we have first . . . .

Ten minutes later, Kayce was checking herself out in the mirror, wondering how it was Richard was able to get all her sizes right--and how he could put together an outfit that make her look so nice.

The dress was crushed burgundy-colored velvet, exceedingly soft to the touch, the color of a good red wine. The hem wasn't too short, about mid-way down her thighs. The sleeves were long and clung to her arms like shrink wrap, the back came up and fastened around her neck like a collar, and the front supported her bosom and was opened up enough to show cleavage. There had also been a pair of silk panties the same color, which felt like cool cream as she deliciously slid them against her privates. A pair of black thigh high nylons caressed her legs, and she wore a pair of ankle high lace up boots, black leather and thin heels like those old pairs you'd see from a hundred years ago. Kayce turned a couple of times in her full length mirror, watching herself, seeing how she looked--how hot she was. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Richard had taste; he knew how to make her look good.

"Gee, girl, you are a killer." Euphoria seem to wash over her; she didn't know she could be this happy over something so--simple. She put on some of her lipstick and did some shadow on her eyes, then checked her appearance. God, I'm beautiful, she thought. Kayce noticed the way her breasts sort of pushed together, and lifted up and out. She'd seen pictures of women in corsets before, and it looked as if she had one build into the dress.

And her breasts showed so well . . . Richard must love tits, Kayce thought. Otherwise he wouldn't have given her such an outfit which displayed them so openly. She touched the tops of them, and her face went a little flush; her breasts were feeling so sensitive! I've never felt them like that before, she thought. She noticed her nipples poking out at her through the material--it looked like she had put the tips of her thumbs over the tops of her tits and pushed outward. Kayce smiled, feeling the heat pass through her body as she ran her middle fingers over her nipples, rubbing them, getting herself turned on by the feeling. She rarely ever touched her nipples when she masturbated, but now--she didn't know touching them like this could be so pleasurable.

Kayce rubbed, her mind drifting off, her body warms and comforted, cocooned in this new dress, this lovely new dress, and she rubbed, and rubbed . . . .

Kayce�s eyes snapped open as the orgasm rushed through her body like a fright train high balling through town. Jesus, that was fan-fucking-tastic! she thought. As much as she wanted to continue, Kayce pulled her hands away from her super-sensitive nipples. She touched the tops of her breasts again, just in passing, and thought she was going to pass out from the feeling. They felt so full and firm--and warm. No, hot. Almost hot to the touch. It took a determined effort on her part not to keep touching them, just to see if she could give herself another orgasm, this time from fingering her cleavage.

"Fuck this," she said out loud, speaking only to the room. "Man, if I feel this good with just myself, imagine . . ." Her mind, her imagination, was running wild again, knowing that with this outfit, she was going to go from Kayce the Tit Tease, to Kayce the Super Fox! She couldn't wait to let her friends see her--in particular Richard. She knew his cock would be bulging . . . .

Something cut through her daydreaming, a smell that couldn't be denied. Kayce squeezed her legs together, and she could feel her cum layering her legs. Oh, my God, she though, hiking up the dress to peek in her panties. Her crotch was drenched! She didn't feel it the first time, but she must have gushed a gallon when she made herself cum. She'd never done that before; most of the time it was finger fuck, get a little sticky, and let a little goodness wash through her. But this time--someone had turned on the tap, and Niagara had come pouring forth.

Not just her flow of cum was affected; her lips were tender to the point of numbness. She reached in to touch her clit, and damn near collapsed. Shit! It felt like very drop of blood had drained from her body and ended up in her clit. It was swollen, throbbing hard, just like she'd read it could get, but had never felt it get that way--until now. She thought her knees were going to buckle the second she touched it . . . touch it? She hadn't actually touched it, she'd just approached it . . . now, this was--touching it.

She clenched her buttocks so tightly she though her hips would break. She couldn't help it; Kayce thumped down on the edge of her bed, and she furiously masturbated, her legs spread and knees locked, her other hand at first holding up her dress, then moving up so she could pinch her nipples. Kayce slowly laid back, her feet still on the floor, her hands working faster than her body and mind could keep up with. She brought herself to orgasm in less than a minute, a fucking sledgehammer hitting her in the crotch and driving the pleasure into her mind . . . but she didn't want to stop. Not yet. As soon as the feeling subsided she went at it with even more vigor, the fingers of her left hand slick with her juice, her nipples a little sore from pinching, but a fantastic sore as far as she was concerned, her right hand moving from her nipples to squeeze her breasts in turn.

After the second time she came--if "cumming" was what you'd call this feeling; it was more like someone had plugged her ass into a socket and ran the current through her on high--Kayce lay on her bed trying to control her breathing, letting the perspiration evaporate from her forehead. Jes-us! I've never felt like that before, she though. I guess my imagination is really running away with me. She let out a deep sigh, and propped herself up on her elbows. If I let my body respond like that all the fucking time, I will turn in to a jailbait slut. Which, she giggled, might not be that bad . . . .

She glanced to her right, checking herself in the mirror again, looking at her makeup. There was something wrong, though. Not her makeup-- It took Kayce about fifteen seconds to figure it out, and the realization shocked her awake.

Her breasts had grown. There was no doubt there, they had grown.

Kayce couldn't believe it, though. It can't be, she tried to convince herself. But, up close in the mirror, she could see the truth. They had swollen, become enlarged, yet they somehow had become more round--spherical in shape. Where as before she had been big, now she was starting to look a little top heavy. This is bullshit! But something in the back of her mind told her that it wasn't . . . and she knew how to prove it.

She had kept a tape measure in her room ever since she'd first started to develop, and every once in a while she'd check herself to see if another inch had showed up. She pulled it out, and saw her breasts bounce up and down when she stepped back. "Just get a grip," she said through gritted teeth. The last thing she needed was to loose it over something which may just be in her fucking mind. She was pretty light headed after what she'd just put herself through, and it was possible oxygen starvation was affecting her.

Loop it up under her breasts, and see . . . 30 inches. That was definitely not right. She'd been 29 inches around for most of the last year. That would mean she went from a 34 to 36 chest size. Crazy. But . . . She ran the tape over her breasts, touching the tape together between her nipples. She should be 38 around the tits--D cup. Only now is wasn't 38 inches--it was 43 inches. 43?!? She didn't know shit about cup sizes, but that was bigger than DD. She tired to do the math; 7 inches more around her tits, that's 7 cups sizes--I think. A, B, C . . . if she were right, that would be a E. She was a 36 E cup? What?!?

She dropped the tape in shock. She was bigger. Much bigger. Now something else was bugging her; if her tits had gotten bigger, then why didn't the dress rip? As far as she could tell it still fit perfectly everywhere. But that couldn't be possible. The front should be a little tight--

That was when she realized she was rubbing her nipples again. And it felt Goooooooood.

She didn't need to reach into her panties to know her clit was throbbing again, the feeling more intense than before. And her nipples--forget about it. They now looked like a guy's thumb, sticking out like they were sore, too. Oh, shit, Kayce thought. Something's fucked up. Something--

Something to do with this dress.

She was certain of it. But what? What could cause it? Kayce wasn't stupid, but the dress, the outfit, was the only thing which could be causing the changes in her body. Easy, then. Kayce reasoned that if putting the outfit on had not only turned her into a total horndog slut, and made her breasts swell up like balloons, then if she took it off, things should be better. At least, that's what she reasoned.

Kayce reached up behind, trying to grab hold of the zipper, working the fastener . . . only they weren't there. Both the zipper and the fastener were missing. No, not just missing--fucking gone! Almost like magic.

Or, better yet, magick, with a fucking "k".

Richard. It all came together. Kayce didn't know what it he'd done--or how the hell he'd done it, but this shit she'd fallen into was his doing. She knew it, she just goddamn knew it . . . she also knew, while she unconsciously lifted her skirt, her eyes half closed in anticipation of what was going to happen, that if she didn't cum, and soon, she was going to die. But the last time--fuck the last time! One finger in the pussy, and her thumb on her clit, Kayce dropped to her knees and masturbated like a woman possessed.

She could feel the orgasm swelling, and she forced herself to look down when she came. After her breath let out, she saw, SAW, her breasts swell, get bigger, inflate, anything you want to call it--they grew. She knew if she stopped and measured herself she'd be an inch bigger around the tits, but there was no way she was going to stop what she was doing--it was as if her body had been saving up millions of the best orgasms for her, and now it was payback. Twenty seconds after the first came the second, and as before Kayce watcher her breasts push out and up from her chest, looking like helium was being pumped into them.

Shuttering, Kayce fell to the floor, pulling her hands from her crotch. "Damn, I'm blowing up each time I cum!" But how big? If she were right, she'd put another two inches on her bust line--she'd be either a EEE or an F, she didn't know if they bothered lettering bras once they got to that size. Who cared? she thought as she got to her feet, seeing how her tits looked more like 8 inch softballs than the D cups she'd started with.

There was only one thing to do: she had to see Richard. She knew if she didn't, before the night was out she was going to be able to print "Goodyear" on the side of each tit and rent herself out at ball games.

Of course, considering she didn't even know his last name, it was going to be a bitch trying to figure out where he lived. Which was when she noticed . . . in the box the outfit had come in, there was a card. A card which hadn't be there before, Kayce was sure. She opened it up, and there were three twenties, and something was written on the inside. A number, and his address. No, not just the address; Kayce could see they were directions.

The number was for a taxi service. After a short ride from her home, Kayce was dropped off in front of a large house in subdivision regarded as a place where you couldn't live unless you had money falling out of your ass--but she had never figured Richard, with his funky shorts and anime tee shirts, as being the sort of guy with money to burn. But this place was great--almost a mansion.

Kayce almost couldn't make it up the walk; her cunt felt like it had set her panties aflame. On the way over in the taxi she'd taken her panties off--the only article of clothing she could remove--because the pressure against her genitals was driving her crazy, but the second she did cum started flowing from between her legs like a river. She caught the cabby sneaking a peek in the mirror when she let out a moan, and she was damned if she was going to give this guy a show. Besides, she knew the moment she started masturbating her breasts were going to grow more, and she wanted to be able to get out of the cab.

Ringing the bell, Kayce wondered if Richard was really going to answer the door. Considering the hour, she didn't know if he'd be up. But, since she was sure Richard was the cause of this abortion, she figured he'd be up, waiting for her arrival.

The door opened. Richard stood there, looking down upon Kayce like he'd never seen her before. Or at least not like this, she thought.

"Well, if it isn't Kayce!" He stepped back, opening the door wider. "Please, come in." He gave her that look once more. "You're looking quite--'bouncy' this evening."

She could have killed him for the shit-eating grin he wore on his face. "Fuck you!" she screamed, slamming the door behind her. A part of her mind tried to put aside the fact her breasts bobbed up and down like oversized helium balloons with every violent action she took. "You did this to me!"

Richard turn, putting his back to Kayce as he moved into his library. "Of course I did," he stated over his shoulder. "Why? Is there a problem?"

Kayce stood in the doorway to the library, and, for the first time in her life, knew awe. There were books everywhere, covering every wall, up to a second story which could be accessed by a spiral staircase, just like in some old films she had seen. There was a fire blazing away to her right, and two large, overstuffed chairs with end tables in the center of the room, illuminated only by the fire, and several huge candles to either side of the chairs. Richard sat in the one facing the door and poured two glasses of wine from a already opened bottle. Holding up a glass, he motioned to Kayce. "Please, take a seat. We have plenty to discuses."

Moving slowly into the room, Kayce accepted the wine, then sat uncomfortable, the growing pressure in her clitoris reminding her that instant gratification--and another cup size on her bosom--were only a couple of fingers away.

It was obvious Richard could see her squirm in her seat as she tried to ignore what she was feeling. "You're right; I did do 'this'"--he waved his hand at her, but Kayce could see he meant to indicate her chest--"to you."

Kayce sipped the wine, making a face; it wasn't sweet like some of the stuff she had tasted before. "Why?" was all she could ask.

Sitting back, setting his shoulders, the glass of wine perch upon one crossed knee, Richard said, "I did it because you are such a fuckin' little tease. Can you understand that? You know, you pissed me off with that bullshit last month, shaking your tits in my face, trying to come off like some sweet, innocent virgin who was going to fuck my brains out if I showed her any attention.

"And I hate that shit, let me tell you! Just like I told you, I never got any attention from girls when I was younger--they all thought I was some kind of weirdo or somethin', always spending my time reading. Which, I was." He paused to take a sip of wine. "I read a shitload of stuff when I was in high school. And you know what I read mostly?"

Looking around at all the old book Richard had collected, Kayce figured it didn't take a genius to know his field of study. "Magick?"

He smiled. "Very good, Kayce. It's good to see you're not just another vapid teenager."

"Ha, ha." Kayce tried not to move too much in her seat; her panties were stuck to her pussy, and her clit made her feel like she was about to explode. She didn't have to look down to know her nipples were looking as if they would rip out of the dress at any moment. I want to cum soooooo badly, she thought. She shifted her ass slightly, and it took all the willpower she could muster to ignore the sensation the soft silk and velvet made as they rubbed against her privates.

Richard noticed her discomfort, smiled, and continued. "I became very interested in it when I was young--mostly from readying fantasies and that sort of shit. But only in real magick, with a 'k', not that bullshit Hodini stuff. You had to look very hard in the 60's and 70's for the right books, but there were there. And I found them, needless to say." He allowed his gaze to travel from Kayce's breasts to the shelves surrounding him, and then back to her ample chest. "I mean, how do you think I afford a house like this? How I can just do nothing but game and watch anime, and never work a day in my life?"

"You used your magick to make you rich."

"Something like that," Richard replied. "It's come in very handy over the years. Even in high school. You aren't the first girl who made the mistake of pissing me off."

Kayce said nothing. She really didn't want to hear Richard's stories of what he did to others, but, considering the situation she currently found herself, she was a captive audience, and there was little to do about it.

"Audrey Palmer." Richard stared wistfully at the ceiling for a moment, as if remembers, before continuing. "She was such a babe. Head cheerleader and all. You probably know the type--she knew her shit didn't stink even if you stuck her nose in it. She would never give me the time of day--except once, when I was a junior. I was at a party, and she decided to 'play' with me; she teased me into believing she wanted to give me a blow job. Got me upstairs, kissed me, got on her knees for me, even got me to take my pants off. She never quite touched me, but she would come very close. Then she wanted to see me play with myself." He shrugged. "What the hell? I was so turned on I'd have fucked a moose if she had asked. When I started stroking it, BLAM! In comes her boyfriend, screaming at me, calling me 'faggot' and 'cocksucker'. He just let fly; I got beat up pretty bad that night." Richard's voice was very soft, and Kayce had to strain to hear what he was saying. "The bitch fucked with me, just because she thought she could. So I had to teach her a lesson.

"Audrey was always worried about her weight. You'd hear her bitching about not wanting to gain anything, 'cause she had such a smokin' body, and even a few pounds would ruin her curves. So, I gave her a little bit of a weight problem."

"Like what?" Kayce glanced down at her relatively huge breasts, fearing the worst.

I left a note in her locker the last day of school, which I knew she would read. That was the catalyst. After night fall, the spell took place. Nothing big--just that Audrey would gain four pounds every hour. All the time . . . ."

Kayce thought about that for a moment. Four pounds didn't sound like a lot, but when you thought about it all the time--shit! That was twenty pounds every five hours. In a couple of days you could put on over two hundred without even eating! AThat's cruel!" she told Richard, who just smiled, knowing what sort of thoughts were running wild in her head at the moment.

"Yeah, it was," he said. Fuck it, so what? She called me about 10 PM that night, which is about what I thought it would take her to get in touch with me. Putting on fifteen pounds without so much a piece of cake or candy brushing your lips will doubtlessly put the most stuck-up bitch through some changes.

"So I met her out in a parking lot that night. Most of her outfits were pretty tight: back in those days; you didn't wear a lot of loose fitting clothes like kids your age do today. You could see her belly starting to peek over the top of her skirt, and her arms were getting chubbier. She wanted to know what had happened, and I told her. She about fuckin� flipped--started screaming and saying she was going to kill me . . . but in the end, she had to listen, because the clock was ticking, and if she didn't do what I told her to do, she was going to have a hard time finding anything which fit.

"The solution was very simple: there was a way she could lose her weight. All she had to do was swallow some guy's cum, and she'd loose twenty pounds. Just like that." He give Kayce a hard stare. "Pretty simple, right?" He could see she didn't want to answer, wondering if she was going to have to do the same to get her breasts back down to a manageable size. But Richard wasn't about to talk about that. Not just yet.

"And I told her she could start by sucking me--with the warning that if she did anything to damage my dick, I was going to say the magic word, and people driving by the parking lot would mistake her for a car. It wasn't too bad for her; I came in about three minutes. Fastest twenty pounds she ever lost."

Kayce�s eyes lit up. "So that was all you wanted? A blow job?" Kayce had never seen a real dick, much less had one in her mouth. But if it meant not having to carry around a couple of mountains on her chest for the rest of her life, it was a small price to pay.

But she noticed the look on Richard's face, and something which felt like hope deflated in that second--because she was pretty sure that, despite what she wanted to hear the most, the story didn't have a happy ending.

"Nothing of the sort," Richard told her. "I only wanted to--get back at her. And I did. You see, I didn't drop the spell. Which she discovered in the morning. Unfortunately, I also fixed it so she couldn't tell anyone who had laid the mojo on her, so I didn't have to worry about her boyfriend coming around to beat my ass." He chuckled. "I saw her nine months after I �hexed� her. She looked like she was about ten pounds overweight, but not too bad other than that. It's a good thing she couldn't have killed me with a look, �cause I�d have been a dead man." He chuckled again, and Kayce could feel the sadism in his voice drip off him like the condensation from a frosty window. "I figured by that point, in order to keep that girlish figure, she'd have been suckin� about six cocks a day . . . ." He just let his words fade off.

"So what happened to her?" Kayce tried hard not to show that she was on the verge of tears, despite her cunt feeling like it was going to explode.

Richard shrugged again. "Don't have the faintest idea. If she went a very long time without sucking dick, she'd blow up to nine hundred pounds, and then stop. But I don't think she'd ever get thin after that, because--well, lets face it. No guy wants a blow job from some fat pig like that."

"That's fucking sick!" Kayce was about to start screaming; her mind was slipping and she knew it. Her tits were eight or ten inches across--she didn't know how big, because she hadn't kept track of how many times she'd cum before heading over here. But she knew if she didn't do something soon, they were going to get much larger . . . "How big will I get?" she asked sheepishly.

"Oh . . ." Richard gave her the appraising look one would give a good meal before digging in. "Pretty big. Really big. Very--big." He cupped his hand before his chest, but instead of holding them close to his body, he placed his arms out like he was putting them around someone. "Since I know you love your breasts so much, I figured I�d make them a large part of your life--"

"ACut the bullshit!" she screamed, the first tears beginning to roll down her face. "HOW BIG?!?"

The time for games was over. "You'll be nothing but a set of tits and a pussy attached to a torso by the time they stop growing," Richard told her softly. "They'll be bigger than you by at least two times."

She let Richard's words sink in before she realized what he'd meant. "I'm five foot tall . . ." she exclaimed softly.

"Which means they'll be at least ten when they stop."

"TEN FOOT!"

He nodded. "Each."

Instantly the vision of her breast taking up an entire room, twenty feet of tits on either side of her, above and below her, pulling her up on her tip-toes, maybe lifting her completely off her feet, leaving her hanging in the air, her arms and legs useless, just attached to her body, no, to her tits--because what Richard said was right. She would be nothing more than a body and a pussy attached to a set of tits if this kept up . . . and the way her pussy felt right this moment, if she started masturbating this minute, she'd be filling this room before the hour was up.

She moved out of her chair, crying, crawling on the floor, painfully aware of her hanging breasts rubbing between her arms. "Please, Richard," Kayce pleaded, stopping at his feet. "I don't want to end up like that. Please. What do I have to do to stop this?"

Richard patted her on the head like a faithful dog. "Oh, lovely, luscious Kayce," he said softly. "What are you prepared to do?"

The answer to that one was easy. "I�ll do anything," Kayce cried. "I�ll suck you, fuck you . . . I�ll take it up the ass. All night, if you want. Anything. But--" The tears were starting to flow now. "Don't make me any bigger!"

Kayce didn't expect Richard to laugh again, but that's what he did. "Oh, I'm afraid I can't do anything about that. At least not yet . . ."

"What do you mean, you fucker?!?" Suddenly enraged, Kayce leapt to her feet, about to grab a handful of Richard's tee shirt, but realized to do so might damn her to a set of The Largest Tits in the World. She calmed a little. "What do you mean?"

"Well--" Richard looked like a little boy, his finger at the corner of his mouth as if he were thinking of something. "If you have sex with me, your breasts will stop growing. All you have to do is take my cum in your cunt. Right?"

Kayce only nodded.

"That's the good news." He stood and held out his hand, helping Kayce to her feet. Richard led her from the library and up the stairs. "The bad news is until you have that cum of mine flowing into your cunt, your tits will continue to grow each time to you cum. Which--" he stopped before a door and motioned for Kayce to enter. "I do hope you will do at least once."

The bedroom Kayce entered was huge--at least as big as the library. Everywhere was white; the wallpaper, the carpet, the paint on the ceiling. The dressing table in the corner. Even the computer in one corner of the room. The only color came from the cosmetics on the table, and the black screen of the computer display. There was a huge, double king-sized canopy bed filling the center of the room. Like everything else in the room, it, too, was virginal white, almost too white for Kayce�s taste.

She felt funny the moment she walked into the room. She knew this was a set-up; there was no way Richard was using the power and eye liner on the dressing table, and she knew this must be the place where he brought his women. But she wasn't the sort of woman who would ever come in here unless she was forced--as far as she was concerned, this was almost the sort of place those spoiled, rich bitches you see on TV would hang out. It wasn't the sort of place she would want to stay . . . .

"Like the room?" Richard asked, leaning against the dressing table.

"It sucks." Kayce�s pussy was throbbing like a motherfucker, and right now she could give a shit if there was a dead dog festering on the floor and Richard was ordering her to eat the goddamn thing--if he'd let her masturbate, she'd munch away without question.

"But good enough to fuck in?"

She shrugged. "I'm gonna fuck myself in a second if we don't get going," she said.

"Really primed, aren't you?"

Kayce wanted to sit on the bed, but she knew the second she sat again she's play with herself. She didn't want to get any larger than was necessary . . . "Wait a minute." Something came to her in that moment. "After I fuck you, am I gonna get any smaller?"

There was no hesitation. "No."

"I'm gonna stay this way?"

"Well, look at it this way," Richard offered. "You'll be the most popular girl in school, and in collage, and wherever the hell you go after that." He shrugged. "So what's the problem?"

"The problem is--"

"Oh, fuck it, Kayce." She could tell Richard didn't give a shit about what was going to happen to her. "I don't give a shit about your problem. There is big--" he pointed at her. "And there is fucking big. Which do you want to be?"

She could see his point. If she fucked him, she might cum three or four times, and end up with tits about a foot across. Which is huge, but . . . the alternative was being anchored to one spot for all time by her bosoms.

And that was absolutely out of the question.

Kayce slipped out of her panties. "Please, Richard, lets . . ." She couldn't finish her sentence.

While she was lost in thought Richard had disrobed--although she didn't see his clothes anywhere.

While she had to admit he didn't have a bad body for an old guy, she openly gasped when she spied his cock. It looked as big around as her arm, and over a foot long. Maybe even longer. Kayce knew if she put that inside her it was not only gonna rip open her virgin pussy, but she was going to cum--and cum--and cum . . . but she didn't give a shit, not now. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum.

And she didn't care how much, or for how long. All that mattered was she did . . . .

Suddenly she was on her back, legs spread, and Richard's cock was inside her, all of it, and she felt a soft rip as her pussy gave way, but in a second she came, hard, very hard, and the warmth passed into her bosom, signaling it's growth, another inch added, but Richard was pumping away inside her, and Kayce was moaning, not knowing a cock inside her could make her feel so good, make her orgasms so fucking intense--

Kayce�s breasts were on fire along with her pussy, and she knew the inches were adding up, but that was the least of her cares--she just wanted the cock, and to cum. That was all which filled her. That and the stiffening of Richard's cock inside her. Against all reason she reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, forcing three fast orgasms from her body before she felt his own orgasm flowing inside her, and she fell back, exhausted, feeling like she had always thought good sex would feel like if she ever found a man to have it with.

Shit! She almost wanted to thank Richard, because the moment she was out of this dump she was on to a new life--one which involved a lot of sex. And why not? Kayce never once realized how good it could be, and now that she'd found out just what the hell all the mystery was about, she was going to fuck her brains out. She had the body, that much she knew; looking down all she could see were breast. She didn't count how many times she came, but it had to of been a lot, since each tit looked like it was a couple of feet across. Tits like a porno star--she knew that much from some pictures she'd seen. She rubbed them and smiled for the first time tonight. She loved her huge breasts, all covered in white . . . .

White?

She froze. When she had come in the room, she'd been wearing burgundy.

Kayce jumped off the bed, never noticing that Richard was once more dressed. She ran to the dressing table and examined herself in the mirror.

There was a Japanese girl with enormous breasts, dressed in a white fuku, staring back at her.

"What the fuck?!?" It didn't come out quite that way, Kayce knew. She'd seen enough anime to know what she'd said came out in Japanese. "What the hell happened to me!?"

Richard said something, but Kayce didn't understand a word. "Oh, forgive me," he stated. "I forgot Nihongo is easier for you to understand now, neh?"

She examined herself closer. Still the same height as far as Kayce could tell, her hair was now thick, black, and very long, reaching down past her ass. Her eyes had taken on that definite almond-shape, her nose had flattened out, and her skin was more a yellowish-creamy color than her normal pasty off-white it normally was. Her hands and arms had lost all their baby fat, and had become very slim and delicate. Kayce had to turn sideways to view the rest of her body in the mirror, since when she looked down or to the side nothing but four foot of unnaturally bouncy and supportive breasts filled her vision--but from what she could see, her body had become much like her upper extremities, her legs thin and shapely, her ass small, and her waist very tiny, almost too tiny (in Kayce�s mind) to support her upper half.

Her dress had changed from the dress which Richard had sent her into something very familiar; a white body suit--one which molded around her breasts effortlessly--which seemed to cling to her body like as sheen of water, a very short blue skirt and matching collar from which a blue flap of cloth hung over her shoulder blades, and blue knee-high boots with the high, thick heels which were in style these days.

Kayce knew what this outfit was--she'd seen something like it enough in the anime which she watched. It was a stylized version of the uniforms young Japanese girls wore to school, changed to look like something one of the "magical girls" might wear before heading off to battle.

It looked like something she might have drawn.

"You like your new look?" Richard asked.

Too flabbergasted to speak, Kayce simply stared at Richard, who answered her questions. "Perhaps it's my fault, but I failed to mention before we got 'down to business', so to speak, that there was more to that spell I put on you than just turning you into another Wendy Whoppers. I decided that once you received my load, you would get a 'makeover' before the spell terminated.

"So, here you are, Miyuki, a young porn start from Japan, who got chased out of her country by the Yakuza, and now shacking up with little ol' me, because--why, hell, why not? I paid to get you out of Japan, and you just love the way I make you feel--" He slid up behind Kayce and put his arms around her, rubbing the tops of her breasts. "So why wouldn't you want to dedicate your life to me?"

The second her breasts were touched Kayce felt like she had before with the other dress on--horny all over, on fire, whatever you wanted to call it. She was turned on. She even felt her cunt gush at Richard's touch, wetting the crotch of her outfit.

But Kayce was damned if she were going to stay with this prick! "No fucking way, Richard," she hissed. "You're screwed in the head if you think I'm gonna 'thank' you for what you did to me--"

"You don't have a choice, bitch."

Kayce had turned and was starting for the door, but the tone in Richard's voice drew her to a quick halt. "What do you mean?" she cautiously asked.

He began counting off points on his fingers. "One, only the clothes you find here will ever fit you. Those breasts you now have are abnormal; they'll never sag, they are perfectly round--just like some of the pictures you drew of how you'd like to look. Oh, yeah, I knew about that. Where do you think I got your new body from?

"Two, for some reason you are incapable of speaking any language except Japanese. Don't know why that is so, but it is. You aren't even capable of saying, 'Sucky, fucky' or something like that--so you are going to need to have someone who can speak your language. Which is me.

"And three--" He chuckled. "It would seem your choice in sex partners has been severely limited."

Jerking away from him, Kayce screamed, "HOW?!?"

"I'm the only one who can get you off," Richard replied. He moved over to the dressing table and sat. "You feel pretty horny right now, correct?"

Kayce nodded.

Pointing to the bed, Richard said, "Why don't you lie down and play with yourself? I'd love to watch."

Although she didn't want to entertain him, Kayce couldn't deny the urges her new body was sending her. She lay down, undid the soaked crotch of her outfit, and started masturbating. It only took seconds for her to get totally aroused, and she could feel the orgasm coming . . . .

And coming . . . .

Still fucking coming . . . .

She fingered herself, pulled her nipples, mashed her clit under both hands, considered sticking her fist up her ass--but Kayce knew that trying to make herself cum was would be like trying to hit the speed of light: she could get close, but after what seemed like a very long time, she knew she would never reach it.

Before she could start crying, Richard sat next to her. "Need a hand?" he quipped, and lightly touched her pussy.

Kayce had no retort, because in that instant she exploded--a bomb went off in her cunt, and all the orgasms she had experienced during this evening paled in comparison to the monster that had taken her. It was so intense she felt for a moment, after the light headedness which had overwhelmed her passed, that she might have blacked out in the seconds following her release.

"Oh, God," she purred, forgetting for the moment how much she hated Richard. "Do it again."

"No."

Richard got up from the bed and headed for the door. "Richard?" Kayce cried after him.

He stopped and turned. "Yes?"

"Please." She stood, not wanting to beg, but . . . "I want it again. Please. Give it to me."

He examined her as if he'd never seen her until this moment. "No, I said."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Why? Why not?"

"Because I don't want to." He shook his head. "This is the hell you have entered, Miyuki; only I can fulfill your sexual needs, and I will only do so when I feel like it. You see"--he now offer Kayce the grin she was fearful she would come to know all too well in the years to come--"it's my turn to tease, and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

"But you can't!" Kayce wanted to maintain control, but it vanished then and there, and panic overwhelmed her. "Why are you doing this? I didn't nothing to you!"

"You tried to come on to me, bitch, playing your fuckin' game. Unfortunately you didn't know I'm a master of gaming, and now--welcome to my game, Miyuki." Richard moved over to the girl and caressed her hair. "So here are the rules: you will always be horny, although there isn't a thing you can do about it. You can beat off until the end of time, and you'll never make yourself cum. You can't have anyone other than me give you an orgasm: anyone else tries--they'll have as much luck making you cum as you will-- and the spell I put on you will slowly, over the course of a day, turn you into a mannequin. You'll remain frozen like that for a day--the first time. Then a couple of days the second time, four the third . . . I don't need to tell you what will happen if you keep trying to fool around with others--

"And, you don't get dick, or even a good finger fuck from me unless I offer it to you." Richard ignored the shocked, pained looking he was getting. "You can kiss me, touch my body, rub my back--but if you even try to feel my dick, you will shrink. And inch each time, true, but . . ." He looked down at her; even in her boots she was still shorter than him by a few inches. "I don't think you can afford to loose too much."

Kayce was crying, but Richard didn't care. As far as he was concerned, she'd put herself in this room, and she could deal with the consequences. "You know, the sex you do get will be great--it's just that I don't plan on giving it to you all that much. Maybe once a week or so." He began moving towards the door again. "In time, if you are a great little fuck, and start to treat me as if you really want to be with me, I'll let you fuck me as much as you want." He stood in the doorway, looking back at her. "Although I don't know that you'll ever be like that. Who knows? I could be wrong."

Standing in the middle of the room, shaking, Kayce didn't know what to say. Her world--the world she had known up until know--was gone. She'd been enslaved by her own actions, and would now be tormented as she once tormented others. "Where are you going?" she asked, sounding like a little girl, the last vestige of her mind cracking asunder under the wave of reality which was striking her.

"To bed. As should you. Although I don't know if you'll be able to get to sleep." Richard pointed to the computer, which now, surprisingly was on. "You have a quick-cam web site where guys from all over the world can watch you 'perform' in your bedroom. You might want to consider giving them a show. After all," he said, smiling, "it's not like you're going anywhere. Good night, Miyuki." With that Richard closed the door.

Silence filled the room for nearly a minute. Then there was giggling. Soft at first, growing louder as it continued. Kayce--no, not any longer, Miyuki now, Kayce was no more, her mind having snapped for good, her past but dust . . . Miyuki began giggling, feeling the smoothness of her breasts as she moved towards the computer. A Teaser, that's what she was--she always had been. She pulled her top down over her shoulders, exposing her huge tits, her erect nipples nearly brushing the terminal as she sat. And she would always be, she knew.

She wet her fingers with her mouth and began rubbing her clit, her other hand pulling up her left tits so she could run her tongue along its surface. She knew there were guys watching her; the program on the display showed the number of people logged onto her web site, and she knew there was quite an audience. Maybe even Richard; she noticed someone log into the site, and the town listed was local.

It might be him, she through as she pulled her nipple, driving herself crazy as she pressed on her clit and ran her fingers around her pussy while she moaned. Maybe if I put on a good show, he'll fuck me. He'll fuck me good and hard.

She masturbated as if there was nothing else in the world for her to do.

God, she wished she could cum . . . .

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