THINK BIG: Career Day

It was about eleven P.M. — long past the time that good little suburban husbands should be in bed. Kevin Rodd was typing at his computer in the basement. Stolen time, really. His wife would call down in a few minutes, so he had to work quickly.
    He was typing a few letters. Not e-mail — these were going to be what they called "snail mail". Kevin thought e-mail was too risky. It could be traced. A letter in an envelope with no return address meant total anonymity. That's what Kevin needed. He was writing a piece of fan mail to his favorite stripper. Her name was Bobbie, and she danced at a local club called THINK BIG. The club specialized in big-busted dancers — but even in that world, this Bobbie ... she was the biggest. The biggest and the sexiest. He just had to tell her how he felt.

Dear Beautiful,
You are an artist. I love to watch you work.
   I sit in awe, dreaming of what those clothes conceal. I watch in anticipation, hoping for a glance of that expansive and magnificent flesh.
   Sometimes you let me have a peek early. My heart races. I dream of what I would do if I got you and your two big, bombastic, bountiful, and beautiful breasts alone ... and uncovered.
With love and unbridled lust,
An Admirer

Kevin smiled as he read through it. Big, bombastic, bountiful, and beautiful. Not bad at all. The whole letter was just subtle enough to capture her imagination. This was perfect.
    He turned his attention to the other letter he had to finish. He'd been chosen to chair the Career Day comittee at his daughter Laurie's high school. He sent several letters inviting local professionals to come to talk about their jobs to enlighten students on possible career paths. He'd gotten a good response — but the school principal pointed out that there were few women in positions of power. Perhaps he could invite a few more — to provide good role models for the young women of tomorrow?
    Kevin admitted it was a good idea, so he'd printed out a copy of his form invitation letter to send to a woman he worked with, Circuit Court Judge Edy Bloom. Kevin had appeared before the judge many times to argue cases on behalf of his clients. She was powerful, tough, and fair. There was no question she'd be perfect at Career Day — a great example of a strong, powerful woman for the girls. It's just that she gave Kevin a pain in the ass. Everyone knew Judge Bloom was a tough customer who took no bullshit. And bullshit was one of Kevin's specialties.
    "Kevin!" called his wife Beverly, from the top of the stairs. "Come to bed! It's late!"
    Beverly. If she had anything near what Bobbie had on her chest, Kevin thought, he probably wouldn't be sneaking to the strip club after work ... or writing this fan letter! "Be right there," he answered, hurriedly scooping the letter from the printer and putting both of them into envelopes. He stuffed them into his briefcase to mail the next day. He didn't want his wife to see the envelope addressed to Bobbie!

Judge Bloom came into her chambers after calling a recess. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her shapeless black robe, and sat down to read the morning mail. One envelope caught her eye. It was handwritten, which was a bit unusual. 'Circuit Court Judge Edy Bloom' it read, in a strong masculine hand ... probably written with a Flair pen. Edy hurriedly opened it up and began to read.

Dear Beautiful...

    This was interesting, she thought. She'd put so much work into being thought of as a tough, no-nonsense jurist that she didn't expect to be addressed as 'Beautiful'.

You are an artist. I love to watch you work.

Judge Bloom smiled. A law student, perhaps?

I sit in awe, dreaming of what those clothes conceal. I watch in anticipation, hoping for a glance of that expansive and magnificent flesh.

Oh my God, thought Edy. Someone knows! She'd spent her career submerging her femininity ... but someone was on to her! 'I sit in awe...' She wondered if it was someone she worked with. She unbuttoned a few more buttons on her robe and started idly fingering an already hardening nipple through her industrial-strength bra. She read on.

I dream of what I would do if I got you and your two big, bombastic, bountiful, and beautiful breasts alone ... and uncovered.
With love and unbridled lust,
An Admirer.

Edy was getting aroused. She never dreamed there was a man alive who could see through her tough and crusty exterior ... not to mention her vast concealing robe! It took a lot of doing to de-emphasize breasts as big as the judge's. She had what is often referred to as a "full figure". But generally, when people use that term? They really mean fat. Judge Edy wasn't fat. She just had an unusually large, dominating, and sexy pair of breasts. But in order to be taken seriously ... her soft and sensitive appendages had to be kept carefully under cover. Edy was intrigued. Intrigued and ... wet. She had to find out who had written this lovely mash note! She reached for a phone.
    "Jack? It's Edy. Could those private detectives you use figure out who sent an anonymous letter? Yeah, a regular letter. You think they could? Send them here. Right. No, it's ... it's personal, okay? Thanks."
    She closed her eyes and clutched the letter to her expansive bosom in ecstasy and excitement.

Bobbie shucked off her backpack and sat at her makeup table, to prepare for another long shift of exotic dancing. She immediately pulled her tight T-shirt out of the waistband of her shorts, pulled it up and over her head, and set her immense breasts on the makeup counter, in front of the mirror. Bobbie chuckled. She could really skip making up her face, if she wanted. Most of her fans never even looked there! She concentrated on what brought the men in ... her boobies. And these were some boobies. Their almost legendary size brought men in from far and wide. Bobbie hardly had to even dance. She could get away with just standing on stage, inhaling and exhaling. She dipped her makeup sponge in a tawny base color and began the labor-intensive task of covering the considerable surface area of her breasts.
    She glanced at the counter. An envelope. Fan mail, she wondered? That's fairly unusual, mused the overdeveloped dancer. Most of Bobbie's fans were married guys who slipped into the strip club on the sly. Very few would be bold enough to send a fan letter. What if the wife found out? She put down her makeup sponge and reached for the envelope, as her immense breasts continued to rest comfortably on the countertop.
    Bobbie tore open the envelope. It looked more like a business letter than a personal note. She began to read.

Dear Respected Professional,
As a well-known success in your chosen field, we would like you to attend Career Day at Central High School, to guide the adults of the future toward worthwhile and rewarding careers.
    Please prepare a 30 minute talk about your job. Tell the students how you chose your particular career, what training is needed, and why they might be interested in seeking a similar path for themselves.
    We look forward to seeing you at 9am on Wednesday at Central High School. Your presentation is scheduled for

      The Gym         

Sincerely,
Kevin Rodd
Committee Chairman

How marvelous and broad-minded, thought Bobbie! Stripping is a wonderful career for young girls, and this would be a terrific opportunity to loosen up people's hangups about sexuality! She reached for the dressing room phone and dialed up the front office.
    "Todd? It's Bobbie," she said. "I'll have to work the evening shift on Wednesday. I might not be able to make the afternoon. There's something I've got to do."
    "Hey, Laurie!" said the English teacher cheerily. "How's every little thing?" she asked. She was startled when her favorite student nearly burst into tears when she said "little".
    "Oh, Ms Wadsworth," sniffed the gangly high school junior.
    "Laurie, what's wrong?" Ms Wadsworth was truly concerned.
    "Nothing," insisted Laurie. "I mean, nothing really. Nothing school-related."
    "Oh, I see," said Debby Wadsworth, understandingly. "So it's personal."
    "I guess so," muttered Laurie. She looked herself up and down. Then she took a good look at her teacher. "Maybe you'd understand, Ms Wadsworth," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The boys don't know I'm alive! Especially Mark. The cuter they are, the less they know I'm alive!" she complained.
    "Oh, I know how you feel, Laurie," explained Debby. "Mr Mason, in biology? He hasn't even learned my name yet, and the school year's almost over!"
    Laurie's eyes rolled. "I'll bet he knows Miss Hart's name, doesn't he?" she asked with venom in her voice.
    Ms Wadsworth nodded, understanding her point. "Yes, he does, Laurie. All the men know Miss Hart. Miss Hart has ... has ... well, how should I put this?"
    "She has big tits, that's what!" Laurie almost screamed, still keeping her confidential tone. "That's exactly what I'm talking about!"
    "Well, I'm afraid I can't offer you any advice," said Ms Wadsworth, looking down at her modest ... no, non-existent bosom. "I think it's just as unfair as you do."
    "Boys suck," fumed Laurie.
    "And they suck big tits," whispered Debby. Laurie looked at her with shock. Debby smiled. "I can say that to you, Laurie. We have something in common."
    Laurie kicked the corridor wall in anger.
    "Listen, dear," said the teacher, brightly. "Wednesday is Career Day. Maybe there will be someone there who can give you some career ideas that will boost your self-esteem!"
    "Oh, I doubt it," muttered Laurie. "My father chaired the committee. All the presentations sound boring. But thanks."
    "Keep an open mind, Laurie," offered Ms Wadsworth. "There may be something or someone new and different! We'll check them out together."
    "Okay, thanks, Ms Wadsworth," said Laurie, going to her next class. "I'll talk to you then."
    Debby smiled at Laurie as they parted. She walked into the front desk area to pick up her mail. Miss Hart, the stunningly stacked school secretary, was smiling at the gathering of male teachers who all seemed to have discovered some reason they just had to visit the front office just then. Debby picked up her mail and smiled weakly. Mr Mason was with them. Tall, powerfully built, handsome Mr Mason. But with Miss Hart around ... girls with smaller chests, like Debby Wadsworth, were invisible.
    Debby took her mail to her classroom. Well, maybe there would be something new and interesting at Career Day. Maybe if she switched careers, the men would be less breast-obsessed.
    Yeah, thought Debby. And maybe I'll flap my arms and fly to the moon.

You wanted to see me, Judge Bloom?" Kevin Rodd stammered, as he entered the judge's chambers.
    "Edy. Call me Edy," she said, with a warmth in her voice that surprised the lawyer. She walked toward him in her judicial robes. Man, Kevin thought. Look at the way it hangs. She must be a blimp!
    "I got your letter," said Judge Edy, smirking.
    "Oh! Good," he said, taking a seat in front of her desk. "What do you think?"
    "Very intriguing," she purred. Kevin thought it an odd reaction to a routine speaking invitation.
    "Great!" he said. "Then ... you'll make it?"
    Judge Edy was shocked at the brazen question. Shocked and ... excited. "Sure!" she chirped, standing up. "Sure, I will. I mean, you and I will. Here and now ... me and you," she growled as she loosened the neck of her robe and, with some difficulty, shimmied it over her outsize bosom. The garment hit the floor, revealing a ripe, sexy body clad only in smoky black stockings and four-inch heels.
    Kevin looked Edy over, from head to foot. He lingered at the huge, heavy hangers she had planted on her chest. God, they looked good enough to eat. He expected a big bust, but he thought the judge was big all over. Nothing could be further from the truth. Her waist and hips were lush and curvy, but comparably tiny next to those floppers. Those floppers! They must have been ... taking in the relative narrowness of her back, she probably wore a G-cup. That is, when she wore a bra at all! Edy must have felt the heat of his gaze on her proud bosom, because she suddenly began a wild shimmy that had Kevin involuntarily reaching for his crotch.
    "Come here," the judge commanded, with her usual take-charge attitude. Kevin mutely obeyed. She lay back on the polished mahogany of her desk top, her boobs proudly reaching for the sky as she held them aloft. "I'll bet your wife hasn't got anything like this, has she?" whispered Judge Edy, with a mixture of seduction and scorn in her voice.
    "Beverly?" said Kevin. "Nothing like it. She's ... concave."
    Edy giggled. "Well, these are three-dimensional," she laughed. "You're looking pretty three-dimensional yourself," she continued, nodding at Kevin's hardening member as he stripped off his pants. "You can put that wonderful thing of yours anywhere you want it later," she cooed, "but right now, I want to feel its presence between my big, beautiful breasts. I'm so glad you could tell they were there, underneath these robes! Tit men can always tell."
    Ordinarily, Kevin would have argued the point. He didn't know what the hell she was talking about. Knowing they were there? But he was too hard and too horny to care. He crawled onto her torso and lowered his hardness so it was surrounded by her softness. He began to pump. Edy's mouth opened to form a sexy "O" as she watched.
    "You'd better get that mouth ready," whispered Kevin, with a command that matched that of the judge. "Those boobs are gonna make me pump gallons, and that's just where I want it."
    "Me, too," whispered Edy, between pre-orgasmic spasms.

"Good morning, Laurie!" said Ms Wadsworth. "Any new developments in the last few days?" she smirked, hoping she'd get a kick out of her little joke.
    "That's not funny, Ms Wadsworth," muttered Laurie, her eyes on the ground.
    "Oh, come on, dear," worried Debby Wadsworth. "What's wrong?"
    "Oh, Miss Wadsworth, I tried to get Mark's attention again," complained Laurie, "and he never took his eyes off ... what's her name. Suzette. The girl with the big chest."
    "Ohhhh, I know the one you mean," said Ms Wadsworth, walking beside Laurie. "She looks like she wears about a C-cup. Pretty big for a girl her age."
    "It's a D!" Laurie snapped.
    "What?" said Ms Wadsworth.
    "Suzette wears a D-cup," explained Laurie. "She deliberately wears a bra that's too small so she spills out of it and makes them wobble, just so Mark ... so the boys will all look at her!" She spat out the words with disgust.
    "Oh, Laurie," said Debby, putting her arm around her shoulder. "Does she really? I wonder if she learned that trick from Miss Hart...?" she mused, half to herself. "Look, let's get our minds off our troubles. It's Career Day. I'm going to the gym. I don't know who's speaking there, but I'm sure it has nothing whatever to do with breasts!" She strode down the hall with a new sense of purpose.
    "Hey!" called Laurie, pulling herself together. "Wait for me!"

At the front door to Central High School, an attractive brunette struggled with her backpack, a large gym bag, and a huge portable stereo. Mr Mason, from biology, saw the pretty stranger and offered to help. "Hey, let me carry that for you!" he said pleasantly.
    "Thank you," said the woman, flashing a dazzling smile.
    Mr Mason grabbed the boom box and the gym bag. "Not at all," he mumbled. This woman looked familiar. "Where are you headed?"
    "The gym," said the slim brunette. "I'm giving a presentation for Career Day!"
    Mr Mason thought he should know who she was, but he couldn't place her. The face rang a bell ... but the body? He rarely gave small-breasted women a second glance, and this one was really nothing special in that department.
    "Well, here you go!" the handsome teacher said, still trying to figure out where he'd seen this woman before.
    "Thank you," she answered, placing her things at one end of the gym, in front of the battery of folding chairs.
    She snickered to herself. She knew this guy. From the club. He always ordered a Seven and Seven and nursed it all night long. He just didn't recognize Big Bobbie the stripper without her two most essential "stage props"!
    Bobbie hauled some tumbling mats to place in front of the two dozen or so folding chairs placed on the gym floor. She'd need them for demonstrations later. Bobbie wondered how many students would show up. Twenty or so would be wonderful. Before long, the first of her audience began wandering into the gym. A handful of girls were chatting with one another as they took her seats. One tomboyish type with close-cropped hair and muscular arms seem to look at her female classmates differently than the other girls did. She looked at them the way most girls looked at boys, thought Bobbie. Well, she would surely find something of interest in Bobbie's presentation, Bobbie smiled as she thought. One or two more girls followed. Bobbie scanned the seats. No more than six or eight. She was a little disappointed. Not much of a turnout. And they all had something in common ... what was it? In an instant, Bobbie knew. There wasn't a girl who needed an underwire bra in the entire group. Every girl was flat as a drive through North Dakota! Bobbie thought of that old hackneyed phrase 'The Itty Bitty Titty Committee'. Apparently, that committee was convening for their first meeting right now in the Central High gym. Could this group possibly have been chosen according how badly they needed Bobbie's help — or was it just dumb luck? Bobbie smiled. It didn't matter!
    Bobbie was about to begin speaking when two stragglers scampered to their seats. One was a pleasant-looking woman — a teacher, Bobbie surmised — with sixties-styled long blonde hair, parted in the middle and wire-rimmed glasses. The teacher waved her companion inside and motioned for her to "shhh". A skinny, brown-haired young girl walked in, her body language apologizing for her very presence. Bobbie looked twice. There was something familiar about this girl. The slim figure, the baggy sweatshirt, the worn jeans ... aha! This girl reminded Bobbie of herself at that age.
    Bobbie sighed. Two more flat ones...! Oh, well. "Ladies," began Bobbie in a loud, clear voice. "Good morning. I'm Bobbie, and I'm an exotic dancer."
    "Exotic dancer?" said one girl. "Do you do, like, Russian ballets, or Polynesian hulas?"
    "Not exactly," Bobbie answered. "Exotic dancer doesn't really describe it. What I am is a stripper."
    The crowd fell silent.
    The slim brown-haired girl raised her hand. Bobbie called on her. "Yes? Tell me your name."
    "Um ... Laurie Rodd, Miss Bobbie. You mean you take off your clothes for money? In front of men?"
    Bobbie chuckled. "Yes, that's right. And I'm going to talk about stripping as a career."
    The teacher, Ms Wadsworth, raised her hand. "And you were invited to speak today? I find that hard to believe."
    "Well, so did I, at first," said Bobbie, "but I figured you had a broad-minded administration here."
    "But — my father sent out the invitations," offered Laurie. "I can't believe he would have invited a stripper!"
    "Who's your father?" Bobbie wanted to know.
    "Kevin Rodd. He's a lawyer."
    "Ohhh, medium height, square jaw, brown hair graying at the temples? Likes tweed jackets?"
    "That's him," nodded Laurie.
    "He's Diet Coke and lemon."
    "I beg your pardon?" asked Ms Wadsworth.
    "At the club, we tend to call the customers by what they order. One of your teachers is Mister Seven and Seven. He helped me bring my stuff in."
    "One of the teachers? My word," sputtered Ms Wadsworth. "Blonde guy, mustache?"
    "That's the one," smiled Bobbie. "He's a regular."
    Mr Mason, thought Debby Wadsworth. She blushed and giggled nervously.
    "Allow me to begin! Stripping is a marvelous career for young girls," continued Bobbie. "You can make a great deal of money that you can put away for further education. It's all in one-dollar bills, folded in the middle, but it's a great deal of money. And for those with different ambitions, you have several dozen potential husband candidates to choose from. All about twenty pounds overweight, but otherwise all right."
    "Miss Bobbie," called out Laurie, not bothering to raise her hand. "Do you think any of us could be strippers? I mean, I don't think we have the equipment. Not even Ms Wadsworth." Ms Wadsworth shot Laurie a withering glance. "Especially Ms Wadsworth," Laurie continued, totally unaware of her teacher's glare.
    "Ah, I know what you're talking about," smiled Bobbie. "You mean the ridiculously big breasts. Have you noticed that I don't have them?" she asked, puffing out what there was of her chest.
    "I was gonna say," snorted the tomboyish type, with more than a little disappointment in her voice. "But, you know, it ... it didn't seem polite."
    "Take a look at this," said Bobbie, pulling a four-foot polished ebony statue out of her backpack. "And take a look at these."
    She stood the statue in front of the girls. There they saw a detailed carving of a woman of uncertain age and race ... with two of the most towering, overpowering, over-emphasized, and enormous breasts any of them had ever seen in their lives.
    "What's that?" asked Ms Wadsworth.
    "This, ladies, is Mammalia — the ancient Goddess of What It Means To Be A Woman. And as you can see," said Bobbie, walking to stand behind the statue, "what it means is mostly having large, sexy, pliable, soft, and popular breasts. Watch this."
    Bobbie reached down and placed her palms over the statue's considerably large and long nipples. She rolled her eyes heaveward and began to silently chant. WIth a rumble, Bobbie's chest began to expand to its customary professional size — at least twice the size any of them had ever seen, even on BAYWATCH.
    "Oh, my Gawd!" squealed one of the girls.
    "Look at them," whispered Laurie, with an almost reverent awe.
    "Good Lord," said Ms Wadsworth, her interest piqued.
    "Now!" said Bobbie, bouncing her way closer to her audience. "I'd like to show you a few dancing techniques. Trade secrets, you might say. I'll need a volunteer."
    Laurie Rodd found herself raising her hand almost involunarily.
    "Yes! Laurie!" said Bobbie, grabbing the youngster's hand. Almost casually, she place the hand on one of her imposing breasts and led the girl to the statue of the Goddess. "Here, Laurie. I was going to ask you to follow my movements, but there really isn't any point unless you've got something to shake. You can take your hand off my breast now," Bobbie smiled, teasing.
    "I'm sorry," Laurie said, hanging her head. "But I've just never felt ... er, seen anything like them."
    "I know," said Bobbie. "Oh, look! You got one of my nipples all nice and hard! You'd better get the other one to match." Bobbie forcefully grabbed Laurie's hand and worked it over her other nipple until it nearly poked through her stretch minidress just like its neighbor. Ms Wadsworth and the other girls just sat and stared, mouths agape.
    With a sensual sigh, Bobbie removed Laurie's hand again and place it on the smooth polished bust of the statue. "Now, feel her presence," advised Bobbie. "And repeat after me. Goddess Mammalia..."
    "Goddess Mammalia..."
    "Endow upon your servant..."
    "Endow upon your servant..."
    "The Power of What It Means To Be A Woman!"
    "The Power of What It Means To Be A Woman!" Laurie nearly shouted. Her loose fitting sweatshirt became skin tight as her breasts ballooned past beauty queen size, past TV actress size, even past standard porn star size. Soon Laurie Rodd stood before her classmates with a rack worthy of a feature-dancer stripper or an Internet downloadable model.
    The other girls began to applaud. Debby Wadsworth couldn't help but step to the front. "Miss Bobbie? I'm Debby Wadsworth. I teach English. Could you ... I mean, could she do the same for me?" the English teacher wanted to know.
    "Sure! Laurie, help your teacher out," suggested Bobbie.
    Laurie grabbed Debby's hands and plastered them to the bloated bust of the Goddess. "Rub, Ms Wadsworth. Then here's what you say—"
    "I remember it!" interrupted the eager teacher. "Goddess Mammalia, endow upon your servant the Power of What It Means To Be A Woman!" Ms Wadsworth emphasized the words as though her very life depended on it. Suddenly, her breasts began to vibrate. The girls watched in fascination as her striped pullover blouse was stretched to the limit, and one stripe was suddenly much bigger than the others! The Goddess seemed to have a specific size in mind for Ms Wadsworth's tits — a little bigger than Laurie's bust (after all, she was a teacher), but smaller than Big Bobbie's.
    Laurie glanced over at Ms Wadsworth's newly expanded chest with envy in her eyes. Could she get another dose to be bigger than her teacher? Probably not, thought Laurie. But then Laurie thought of her beloved-who-didn't-know-she-was-alive, Mark. Wouldn't these get his attention! They made D-cup Suzette look like a twelve-year-old boy. What bra size must they be? Laurie didn't know enough alphabetically to guess ... but she figured at least F or G. Her jeans got moist at the thought of the way Mark's eyes would expand at the sight of her. She hoped that wouldn't be the only thing expanding!
    "Splendid!" cried Bobbie. "And I know the Goddess is pleased, too. We'll start with one of the basic moves, the shimmy. Debby and Laurie — stand stock-still, and slowly start to shake them."
    Debby and Laurie looked at each other as though they were sharing a secret. And they were, too, but it was hardly a secret. They began slowly swaying their new chests back and forth. The other girls ooohed at the way they picked up speed. Soon it looked as though the four breasts were shaking the two women, rather than the other way around.
    "That's it! That's it!" called Bobbie. "Now let me put on some music." She switched on the boom box, and a sultry sixties soul tune filled the gym. The new big titters kept shaking, their breasts bouncing mightily with the rhythm. Debby and Laurie exchanged a conspiratorial look. Together, they reached for the hems of their shirts and pulled them over their heads! Now those four brand-new big boobies were out for all to see, and in motion, too! Bobbie led Laurie to the tumbling mats and guided her through lowering herself onto her knees — not an easy task with the drastic change in her center of gravity. Now she was on her knees on the mat, shaking her moo-moos skyward.
    Debby Wadsworth wouldn't be outdone. She moved to the music until she was at her student's side. Then she ever-so-slowly bent at the waist, shaking and swaying the whole while. When the tips of her breasts swept the floor on each movement, Bobbie and the audience broke into spontaneous applause.
    The song began to fade. Laurie and Debby ceased their movements, but their breasts kept at it for several minutes, it seemed.
    "Marvelous! You see how it's done, girls?" said Bobbie. "Now, we're going to work more specifically on how to turn on a man. This is Lap Dance technique. Since there are no men present, would someone like to volunteer to take the part of the male customer?"
    The short-haired tomboy thrust her muscular arm into the air to volunteer. Laurie smirked. Of course.
    "Great!" chirped Bobbie. "Bring your chair to the front of the room and sit. That's it. Relax. Spread your legs — let the girls get a good look at the package!" The girls laughed, as Ms Tomboy did as she was told. "Now — I'll put the music back on. Laurie and Debby? Come here. Laurie, you push your breasts into her face ... and Debby, get on your knees and use your boobies to caress 'his' crotch! ... "

Kevin Rodd lay naked and exhausted on Judge Edy Bloom's oak desk. The judge sauntered sexily to the coat rack on the other side of the room where she had hung her vast concealing robe. All she wore was her high heels — and she was aware of how each and every part of her vibrated with every step ... especially her fabulous breasts. Painfully aware. The pain was Kevin's. He moaned as he watched.
    Judge Edy chuckled as she picked up her robe and prepared to step back into it. "Drained, sweetie? You must be, because it's all over me!" She ran her fingers all over her body as she spoke. "You put some between my tits, some on my face, a lot in my mouth, and a generous load down below! We must do this again some time." With that, she shook her fabulous form back into its hiding place under her judicial robes.
    Kevin struggled to his feet to find his pants. "Will I see you again?"
    "In court," Edy teased. "And whenever you do, think of this: every time you see me from here on in, I will surely be naked underneath this robe — except for the heels. And you'll know just what's waiting for you, anytime you want it." With that, she caressed her breasts, covered them, and excused herself, shooting Kevin a little wink as she left.
    The rest of the working day, Kevin discovered an unexpected benefit of his unexpected encounter with the judge. He got such a libido lift that every woman he looked at intrigued and turned him on. What could this one be hiding underneath her clothes? He was even anxious to get home to his wife, Beverly.

Terrific job, Laurie and Ms Wadsworth," said Bobbie, complimenting her strippers-in-training. "If our little customer had the equipment, it'd be rock-hard now!"
    The tomboy dislodged her hand from between her legs, sending longing looks toward the two topless girls as she returned to her seat.
    "I think our time is up," said Bobbie, to a groan of disappointment from her small but enthusiastic audience. "Rookie strippers, cover yourselves back up!" she teased. Laurie and Debby Wadsworth were enjoying airing out their new jumbo-sized jugs so much, they were reluctant to put their blouses back on! "I have a little keepsake for all of you," announced Bobbie, opening her gym bag. "It's a key-chain — a replica of the Goddess Mammalia. Something to remember me by!" The girls lined up to collect the freebies.
    "Bobbie?" asked Laurie. "Does the key-chain have the same powers as the statue?"
    "Oh, no," Bobbie answered, quickly. Then she stopped. "At least, I don't think so. I never tried! Who have I missed? Here you go..."

Laurie and Ms Wadsworth both had their own agendas when they left the gymnasium. Ms Wadsworth dropped by the front office, where, predictably, Mr Mason was once again trying to sneak a peek down Miss Hart's blouse.
    "Hello, everybody," announced the newly-voluptuous Debby Wadsworth. Mr Mason turned and gulped, just like in the comic strips. His eyes never left Debby's packed sweater. Debby made the most of it, circling around Mr Mason while the comparably puny-busted Miss Hart watched in horror.
    Debby glanced over at Miss Hart's chest. "Poor dear," she clucked. "They're only double D-cups, aren't they? I'd lend you one of my old bras, if I ever wore them!"
    She backed out of the room, so that Mr Mason wouldn't have to tear his eyes away from her bust until the last possible moment. Mr Mason couldn't speak. Especially after he felt Miss Hart's angry knee in his balls.
    Laurie Rodd unquestionably had the biggest student bust in the school now, and she knew it. She made it her business to make sure everybody else knew it, too. Well ... there were two people in particular that she wanted to know it most of all.
    She found Mark necking with D-cup Suzette at the end of a row of lockers in the corridor. Laurie carefully placed her body so that her new royal rack was concealed, and stuck her head 'round the corner.
    "Oh, hi, Mark! How are you?" she chirped.
    Mark pulled his face away from Suzette's to see who it was. He looked at her quizzically. "Hi ... Laurie, is it?"
    "Yes, that's who it is all right!" Laurie sang. "I see you're still wasting your time with that underdeveloped little thing Suzette. Too bad. Too bad for you, Mark. I guess because that's because you wouldn't know a real woman if she walked up and said hello."
    Mark and Suzette just stared, not comprehending.
    Slowly and deliberately, Laurie straightened up and stuck out her impressive pectoral presence. She walked with emphasis, so that her wondrous breasts wobbled with every step. Her unblinking stare at Mark's crotch as she walked unnerved him — just as it made him hard. It made Laurie hard, too — her nipples pitched little tents under the less-than-adequate cover of her now too-small sweatshirt.
    She approached Mark until her breasts nearly pinned him against the wall. Then Laurie looked up, seductively.
    "Hello," she cooed.
    She wiggled her way down the hall, leaving Mark with an emergency room caliber case of blue balls. Suzette's look of shock and indignation was only equaled by Laurie's smile of triumph and satisfaction.

Kevin Rodd came home with a hard-on that could cut glass, looking for his wife Beverly. He didn't care what she had on her chest — he wanted to fuck. "Honey?" he called. "Where are you?"
    His daughter Laurie sauntered by. "Hi, Daddy," she said, casually.
    "Hi, sweetie," said Kevin, not really paying attention. "Bev? Are you home?"
    Slim, blonde Beverly came out of the bedroom. "Kevin, have you seen Laurie?"
    "Sure, she was just here," he said. "Honey, let's you and me—"
    "And didn't you notice anything different about her?" sputtered Beverly, cutting him off.
    "Not really," he answered.
    "About the way she looks?" demanded his wife. "I want to know what's going on at that school!"
    "School?" said Kevin. "I think — I think she just looks unusually healthy, hon. That's all. A nutritious lunch program and good physical education will do that."
    "That's ridiculous!" said Beverly.
    "Psst! Mom!" Laurie came back into the room with her school bag, trying to get her mom's attention.
    "Not now, dear," said Beverly. "Kevin, I don't think—"
    "Mom! It's important!" pleaded Laurie.
    "Oh, all right, what is it?" said Beverly, turning to her daughter.
    "Come in here a second," whispered Laurie, ducking into her parents' bedroom. Beverly followed.
    Kevin leafed through a woman's magazine, wondering what each of the models were hiding under their fashionable wardrobes. His musings were interrupted by the singsong voice of his wife.
    "Oh, Kev-in!" called Beverly. She sashayed into the living room with a confidence and seductiveness Kevin had never seen before. He looked her up and down. Magnificent legs, awesome ass ... and a gorgeous and substantial bust. Beverly felt her husband's eyes searing into her chest. She said "Mmmmmmmmmm" in a most arousing fashion and bent forward, inviting him to peruse her cavernous cleavage.
    Why hadn't he noticed his wife's chesty sexiness before? Kevin wondered. Beverly turned slowly, twitching her bottom in an unspoken invitation as she slinked back into the bedroom. Kevin nearly knocked over his daughter, who had followed her mother out.
    Kevin slammed the bedroom door behind him. Laurie sighed, playing with her new key-chain that she now wore around her neck. She amused herself by repeatedly dropping it into her cleavage, and reaching between her mighty mammary glands to fish it out. It was scant seconds before her father dashed out of the bedroom, his clothes askew and his brow sweating and feverish.
    "Laurie, honey," said Kevin. "Your mother and I have to ... have some time alone together. Here!" He withdrew several bills from his wallet. "Take some money. Take a hundred! And the car keys. Have fun." He clutched her shoulders, barely noticing the way his daughter's breasts pillowed up between them as they spoke. "And if you feel like staying out all night — do! See ya!" With that, he was gone. Laurie could hear her mother moan and her father grunt in happy guttural tones. Have fun, she thought, as she walked out to her father's car.
    Laurie started up Dad's car and hit the road. Maybe she'd go out to the THINK BIG cabaret, where Big Bobbie danced. She couldn't wait to tell her what the Mammalia key-chain she'd given Laurie could do. After all — look what it did for Laurie's mother.

THE END