My best friend Julie
by Byrne
This is a story of a growing girl. A girl growing up - and out.

This is a story of a growing girl. A girl growing up - and out. It is
a love story, so if you don't like that kind of thing - or if you
prefer pornography, violence and rape, kindly go find it elsewhere. If
you are under 18, or below the age of consent in the community where
you live, please do not read this story. Delete the file from your
computer. If you are legally entitled to read this story, enjoy it,
but do please keep it away from children.

This is the first part of the story. Subsequent parts will follow in
due course. Watch out for them!





MY BEST FRIEND JULIE

by Byrne


Part I

Julie was my best friend during high school, probably because we were
both in athletics and academics, which narrows down ones peer group
considerably at that age. The academics sneered at our athletic
endeavors, and of course the athletes sneered at our academics. It's
not that we were amazing in either, we just enjoyed both worlds. But
apparently, both worlds did not enjoy us, hence our friendship.
Looking back at it all, it was pretty silly; but hey, such is high
school.

The sport of choice was basketball and track - though Julie was the
true year-round athlete since she also did volleyball. We were both
fairly reasonable talents in sports, leading to selections on
all-league teams. I had to work for it, but Julie, who stood 5' 9",
had no trouble getting on such teams for no other virtue than height
alone. I have to admit, she was fun to watch during the games. I
noticed her legs were slightly longer than other girls her height. And
when she ran she possessed a certain loping quality which struck me as
quite graceful during her long strides down the court. Her legs went
on down to feet which seemed a little bigger than other women's. Her
hands were also a bit on the big side. She could almost palm a women's
basketball.

Julie also had wider shoulders than most other girls, sort of like an
Elle MacPherson. This is not to say she looked like Elle, however, for
in reality her face was rather plain though even-featured. Julie's
best feature was probably her hair, just longer than shoulder length,
very thick, and while not exactly curly, not exactly straight either.
Her hair was surprisingly dark given her somewhat fair complexion. Of
course, we didn't exactly live in the tropics. I'm sure she could've
gotten a very nice tan. In all, she was just slightly bigger in all
areas than a 'normal' woman. In actuality, she was a beautiful young
woman that I should have gone for immediately; but of course at that
age no-one really knows what they have anyway. 

Besides, for all her athletic ability - probably *because* of her
athletic ability - she was totally flat-chested, and that bothered her
to no end. At that age, breasts were definitely on my mind. Yes, in
retrospect that was very shallow: but since she saw it as a
shortcoming, it rubbed off on me too, I guess. Hence, while we were
the best of friends, we were not intimate. Besides, I wasn't her ideal
man either - she was looking for tall, dark and handsome. I had the
tall part down, but as for the rest, well...! Such was our status. Go
figure.

During the middle of our Senior year of school, football and
volleyball had ended and basketball was just beginning. I remember it
was the second 'pre-league' game against some other school. Our team
was looking good, and Julie was chosen as one of the pre-season 'stars
to watch' by the local newspapers. Well, obviously the other team had
been reading the same newspapers (see, jocks can read too), and were
all too eager to prevent Julie from doing anything. If it were legal,
they would have been in her shirt; as it was she was being massaged
heavily. After a quarter of very rough play, Julie got the ball in the
clear on a fast break. She kicked it into high gear, which translated
into her long, loping stride - and I swear I heard a few 'oooos' at
the time-- on her way to the basket.

As she was going up for the layup, she failed to notice an opposing
player, who had put her head down and was running full speed, totally
out of control. As Julie was shooting, the other girl attempted to
block the shot. She missed the ball, but managed a full body block
against Julie. Hockey players should be so vicious! Totally off
balance, Julie went horizontal, looking like a long, graceful swan
descending in flight, and then crashed into the bleachers, which were
much too close to the court, head-first. That brought out lots of
'oooh, ouch's from the crowd. These things happen sometimes, but this
time was different because Julie wasn't getting up. In fact, she was
out cold, unconscious. Of course nobody knows exactly what to do in
that situation, but at least someone called 911 and an ambulance
showed up promptly. She was out for a good ten minutes, then started
to come to just before the paramedics arrived. I had come down the
stands and was by her side. It was horrible to see, my best friend in
such pain.

I rode in the ambulance with her to the hospital. Once there, they
strapped her up to all sorts of stuff monitoring brainwaves,
heartbeat, and whatever else modern medicine looks after. I'd never
been to an emergency room before - well, aside from being born - and
out of the chaos came a few orderlies, who relayed to the nurses, who
relayed to the doctors. I do believe there was method in it. A doctor
looked at Julie and assigned her to a room. She was very groggy, and
the doctors said they would have to keep her overnight for monitoring,
but it looked like everything would be OK. She asked me if she scored
on the play. I lied and told her 'yes.' Then I told her she needed
some rest, and that I'd see her tomorrow morning. She sort of nodded,
and then was out like a light.

The next morning I arrived at her room to find her family there with
her. Julie was holding court for everyone, telling *exactly* what had
happened while she ate breakfast. I asked her how she was doing as she
wolfed down a pancake.

"Fine," she said. "I'm just really hungry - guess I missed dinner last
night."

"Yeah, I guess you did. I think you should concentrate on getting a
full meal instead of these wacky diet plans next time."

Everyone seemed to like that one, including Julie, who chuckled as she
finished off the last of her meal.

"Would it be all right if I got *one* more order of breakfast,
please?" Julie asked. "I'm still kind of hungry."

"Another one?" exclaimed her father. "That would be your fourth
helping this morning; and at hospital prices? Do you think you could
wait 'til we get home?"

"Yeah, OK. Let's blow this joint." Julie did have a way of being
succinct.

Everything looked like it would be just fine - the aura of
invincibility one feels in high  school had been restored. I
accompanied Julie back to her home, and we talked for a while about
stuff. You know - this, that and the other kind of stuff: 'do you
think he likes me?' Or, in my case, 'do you think she likes me?'

Apparently she was going to be home for a couple of days until the
weekend - just in case. Then guess what, Christmas vacation started.
Some people had all the luck. Me on the other had, I had to go to
another part of the State as our team was participating in a Jamboree.

"Promise me you'll give Jerry Oliphant an elbow during practice. For
me," said Julie, mockingly fluttering her eyes.

"What'd he do, call you a dirty name?" I retorted. I didn't really
want to elbow Jerry. His last name sounded a lot like a particular
animal that Jerry seemed to emulate quite nicely. I had no desire to
be squashed into a gob of goo, not even for Julie.

"What's-a-matter, big boy? Afraid of a little Oliphant?" I stood up
and gesticulated grandly. "I, my dear, am rather proud to be not a
man, but a mouse." She threw a pillow at me. "Wimp!" 

"Questioning my manhood, huh? Ok, that's it! You and me, one-on-one,
in the driveway." I pointed out the window to the hoop. 

Her eyes went to the floor. "I'm not supposed to for another week. Doc
said I took a pretty good hit to the head; I got to take it easy." She
let out a deep breath. This was going to be a hard week for her, given
how much she enjoyed activity.

"How could anything hurt that noggin?" I teased.

"Warren," she moaned. Whoops, guess she was still a little sensitive
about it all. I hung around her for most of the day. She seemed to be
in pretty good spirits. I told her I'd bring back a souvenir from our
exotic locale.

"Great, earmuffs made of chipmunk pelts, just what I need." I liked
her sense of humor. Well, we didn't play very well, and it wasn't very
much fun, and the coach was a jerk. Sort of one of those times which
makes you wonder why you're playing ball in the first place. But oh
well, what's a week in one's life? The rest of the season would be
better.

I gave Julie a call when I got back to see how she was doing.

"Hey Julie, how you doing?"

"Um, OK."

'Um, OK?' That seemed less than inspiring. She said she wasn't feeling
sick or anything, just kind of weird. I asked her what kind of weird.
She said she couldn't really describe it, but it was bugging her, and
wondered if I could come over so she could talk to someone. I wondered
why she wasn't talking to her parents if it was something weird, but I
figured she probably had her reasons.

I walked over to her place, said 'Hi' to the parents, and went into
the kitchen, where she was eating a hamburger.

"Hey Julie, what's up?" She finished it off with an alarmingly big
bite.

"Hey Warren." Julie looked at me intently for a moment. "Do I look any
different to you?" She hopped off a stool and stood up, then twirled
around.  She had on a pair of tight, hip-hugging jeans, and a T-shirt
which showed off her body to just the right effect. In other words,
she was looking very nice. Which is what I told her. I must have been
a bit too emphatic for she had a bit of a quizzical look on her face,
but that passed and soon we were talking about stuff as usual. We
thought we'd go to a movie to kill the night.  We got up to go and
something struck me as odd, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

The days went by, and Christmas vacation was almost over, which meant
that basketball practice was just about to begin. We decided we would
get a head start and practice the night before. Besides, Julie
mentioned she had eaten waayyy too much over break and needed to run
off a few calories. We decided to go down to the gym to shoot around a
bit. I picked her up at her house and we were off. When we got to the
gym, it was very cold and we had a bit of ground to cover to get to
the door - so we ran for it. I got to the door first, just ahead of
Julie. I turned around and saw her come up behind me. Again, something
struck me as odd. But this time I figured it out.

"Julie, you're bouncing!"

She grinned. "Finally you noticed. About time - here I was, wiggling
my butt off this whole time. I pigged out so much over Christmas
break, I *better* have some boobs. Now let's get inside; I gotta work
this off."

I have to admit, I briefly considered barring her entry, but I wanted
to work out too. We went in and started warming up, shooting around,
dribbling around, doing what basketball players do. After a while, I
took off my sweats and Julie did the same. That was when I noticed
that whatever fat she was talking about certainly wasn't on her legs. 

I told her she looked just fine to me, but she said she had gained 10
pounds over the break, so she knew she had something to work off
somewhere. Julie started doing some sprints, running hard, working
hard, that long loping gait was there, only somehow different. I
looked at her as she ran. More specifically, I looked at her sweat
top, which she hadn't taken off. The was a little bit more than just
'something' bouncing around in there. I think she caught me looking
and let out a little grin as she concentrated on her running.

I remember thinking 'wow'. I know she told me once that she was a 38A,
which meant she was all rib-cage and no boobs (she was kind of a big
girl, after all). Well, she was no longer an A; she was maybe a C,
maybe not quite that big.

I ran for a while as well, then went back to shooting. Soon she joined
me. Eventually she shot a total brick which caromed off the rim, down
the sideline, and then died on the floor. Julie ran over to the ball,
reached down and picked it up with one hand. She palmed it. Palmed it?

"I thought you couldn't palm a basketball?" I said.

"I didn't think so either until last night I was playing around, and
guess what. I've been doing some hand exercises. I think it's made my
hands stronger. And look, see?" She held the ball out away from her.
She started waving it around when it slipped out.

"Well, I can't totally palm it, but not bad, huh?"

Not bad, huh was right. I'd have to start doing some hand strength
work myself, I thought. We finished shooting around and called it a
night. The next few days meant basketball practice, then Julie was
going off with her family to their cabin to celebrate New Year's. The
week after, it was back to school and back to life.

When we returned, I guessed Julie was making a fashion statement
because she started sporting a whole new wardrobe. Looked like she was
going for the baggy look. I had been seeing her almost every day over
break, except for when she went off with her parents for New Year's.
As I saw her in the halls with everyone else around, again something
struck me as being different. She looked ... taller. I figured she
probably got a new pair of b-ball shoes that had some extra lift in
them.

That first week back was like it always is, the first week back.
Finally Friday came and it was time to play ball. I didn't have a game
until Saturday due to some scheduling quirk, so I went to watch Julie
play. This time something was different, and I wasn't the only one who
noticed. During the warm-ups, as Julie was running around, she was
really bouncing around under what looked like a sports bra. I heard
some other people in the stands mentioning that it looked like Julie
had done some growing over Christmas break. I even heard a couple of
kids making fun of her -'Woah, dude, check her out!' - pointing at her
and all. I gave 'em a dirty look to shut them up, then settled down to
watch the action.

During the game things seemed a bit different as well. She seemed to
do better at grabbing rebounds, and was shooting very well. The other
thing she was doing was bouncing and flopping around quite a bit, in
the chest area. I'd have to say, from my own objective eye, that her
boobs looked as big as any girl's in school, except for Wendy
Singleton, who everyone felt sorry for since she was so huge. 34G,
somebody said she was. *I* didn't feel sorry for her. I liked Wendy!

Then Julie did something that made me take notice; something that I
knew was definitely different: she grabbed a rebound, then held it
away from the opposing player with ONE HAND. What she could almost do
last week, she was now doing easily - palming the ball with one hand
and waving it around. I knew I would have to ask her about this after
the game.

Eventually, our school won the game, mainly due to the career night
Julie had, both in points and rebounds. I hung around afterwards, as
was my custom, so we could talk about the game and what we could have
done better. Julie came out of the locker room in a baggy sweater. It
didn't work with me, however; I had just seen her in a basketball
outfit. I *knew* she had boobs now!

"Julie," I said, "you've, uh, changed."

"Yeah, tell me about it. Guess I didn't quite work it all off, huh?
C'mon, let's get some food. I'm starving."

It was at this point that I noticed she was definitely taller. Whereas
before I could easily see over her head, now there seemed to be some
hair in the way.

We went to a burger joint. I got a quarter pounder with cheese. Julie
got TWO quarter pounders with cheese.

"OK, what's up," I asked. Julie had just grabbed a huge handful of
fries and stuffed them in her mouth.

"That was a *huge* bite," I said, somewhat startled. Julie looked like
a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. She froze for a second,
gave me a look like 'Yeah, wasn't it though', then proceeded to chew
her food while breaking out into a smile. I was almost expecting the
start of a 'want to see something gross' contest, but thankfully,
after much chewing, Julie swallowed. She took a drink of cola and told
me what was up.

"Well, according to my doctor, I'm going through puberty again. Weird
huh?" she said, as she devoured one of her cheeseburgers. I could tell
she was slightly uncomfortable about things.

"Remember after you got back from the Jamboree and I said I was
feeling kind of weird? Well, I kind of noticed the next day that my
pants were kind of tight, my shoes didn't quite seem to fit, and my
bra didn't fit anymore. I thought my stuff just must have shrunk in
the wash, but my shoes? Then when I went to the store to get some new
things, my sizes were different. So the day after that, Mom and I went
back to the doctor, who referred us to a specialist - which is where
we REALLY were during New Year's."

She inspected the inside of her burger, slammed it shut with an air of
decision and took a huge bite. I waited for Julie to finish her food.
I tried to grab a french fry from her, but she slapped my hand away.
It was a while before she continued.

"Anyway, he said I have the hormone levels of a kid just starting
puberty, which is why I've been so hungry - I'm eating to fuel a
growth spurt right now. And not just up, apparently", she said as her
eyes looked down to her chest. "Believe it or not but I'm a D-cup now!
A *D-cup*, me! Can you believe it!? Weird huh?"

She stared at her new-found bosom for a bit, then turned reflective.
"I remember so many times I wished I had boobs. I thought I'd never
have 'em, but look at me now. Kaboing!" She had her hands out in front
of her chest to emphasize the effect. I didn't think it needed any
more emphasizing.

Julie smiled, put her arms out and wiggled her shoulders. Even under
that loose sweater it was easy to see she had boobs flopping about. It
almost looked like she wanted to put on a show. I did some quick math;
four cup sizes in four weeks. Zowie! She pulled her arms back in. Her
nose crinkled in mild discomfort.

Julie bent down a bit and proceeded with a slightly hushed tone. "They
kind of hurt a little bit." She paused for a second, looking at me, as
if deciding what to say next. She cupped her hands around her lips and
whispered, "I think it's 'cause they're growing so fast." My dick
heard that before my ears did. I shifted my seating position,
straightening out a leg. 

"I thought I was gonna die during the game. That one big girl kept
elbowing me right in the chest. God, that hurt. I wanted to turn
around and punch her in the boobs; ask how her she liked that." Julie
took another bite of her burger. Chomp. No more burger. "I think
they've stopped, though." She looked down at them again. She didn't
seem too convinced with what she had just said. A touch of concern
came across her face. "If they get any bigger, I don't know if I'll be
able to play basketball any more." She reached back and adjusted her
sports bra.

"It's not just my boobs, though. My knees kind of hurt."  She
continued, changing the topic slightly.  "The Doctor said it looked
like growing pains. Warren, would you believe I'm 5' 10" now.
Actually, 5' 10" 1/4 as of this morning. I'm like an inch and a
quarter taller. I wondered were those pounds were going. Guess they
were going to the 'new me'." Julie shrugged her shoulders and killed
her drink.

"Wow," I said, as I slid down in my seat. I didn't know what to say,
except "So, how long are you gonna go through this 'second puberty'
thing?"

"The doctor said it was just a little abnormality that's probably just
about done. I guess I'm not the first person to experience something
like this. It usually lasts about a month or so, and then it's gone."
Her faced brightened; I saw a twinkle in her almond eyes. "And then
you've got a new bod. The new me. Tada." She gave me a big smile. She
seemed genuinely happy. I knew Julie's body had bugged her ever since
she started worrying about it. Now, it didn't look like she would have
to worry anymore.

"That's got to be a weird feeling," I said, feeling a little weird
myself.

"Yeah," she said, eyes off in the distance, "it kind of is." She was
lost in thought for a second - I wondered what she was thinking - then
snapped back to attention and looked at me. "You want anything else to
eat? I'm gonna get another burger."

She hopped up and went to went to the counter. I watched her from
behind with, for the first time, a lustful eye. It was obvious it
wasn't just Julie's boobs that were filling out, so were her hips and
butt. When she walked now, that long, loping stride was accentuating
some new curves. She seemed to have a new litheness in her saunter.
For the first time my thoughts about Julie were not merely platonic.

It was kind of warm in the restaurant. Given that, and the fact she
was still warm from the physical exertions , she had the bottom of her
baggy sweater in her hands and was fanning herself. During one of her
fan cycles, I got a look at her waist. She had on a T-shirt tucked
into her jeans. Maybe it was due to her new hips, but for the life of
me it seemed that her waist was narrower. I was beginning to wonder
what her measurements were. A lot had been happening these last few
weeks. She got her order and came back - two more cheeseburgers.

"So, what do you want to do this weekend?" I asked. "There's that new
Tom Hanks movie out. Want to see it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I do want to see it, but could we make it on Sunday? *I* have a
date tomorrow night," she beamed. I was starting to dread the answer
to my next question.

"No kidding, who with?"

"Paul Vittorio!" Oh shit, Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome personified. I do
believe I felt a twinge of jealousy.

"Great, you've had the hots for him for years." I was wincing inside.

"Yeah, he asked me out after gym class. I didn't even think he knew I
was alive." Well, Paul may not have been the smartest guy, but I had
to give him credit for his powers of observation. But Julie and Paul?
Paul Vittorio?!?

"Great," I lied. This was weird. The person I had known so well for
the last seven years, who I had done everything with, was now going to
do something different. I tried to tell myself I should be happy for
Julie; and I think I was, a little. But I just didn't want anything to
change between us. I told her all about the crushes I had on people,
and she did likewise. We would work out at various sports together,
usually basketball. We even helped each other out with our classes:
she being better in English, and myself being better in Mathematics. I
still remember the time I didn't know the name of a Russian author,
and Julie, seeing my dilemma, had covered her mouth with her hand and
coughed out "Zohllll-zeh-kneee-chen." She was cool. Things do change,
though: Julie was now living proof of that.

I moped around the next evening, discouraged by yesterdays events. I
tried to read for a while, watched a little TV - Saturday night has
NOTHING to offer on TV - played around a bit on the computer, but time
was still dragging on. Finally I went to bed around 11:30 or so. It
was just around midnight or so when I heard a 'clink' against my
window. 

'Clink.' There it was again. I got up and looked out. Down below was
Julie. Something was wrong. It looked like she had been crying.
Usually she didn't wear much makeup, but tonight dark streaks were
running down her cheeks almost like a clown. only there was no levity
in the air. She had her arms wrapped around her, like she was either
covering something up, was very cold, or had been hurt. Dark thoughts
were going through my head.

I put on a robe and ran downstairs. She was at the door and shaking
slightly. When I got her inside I understood why her arms were folded;
her sweater was stretched and missing several buttons. Her blouse had
suffered from the some treatment, and had a rip just below the collar.
I noticed she had quite a bit of cleavage showing among the missing
buttons and the rip; and then cursed myself for thinking like that
when my friend was in need. It looked like someone had attacked her. I
think I had an idea who. We went into the living room and sat down on
the couch. My folks had gone to the city tonight to see a Broadway
musical, and were making a romantic evening of it. They wouldn't be
back until tomorrow.

"Are you OK?" I asked, concerned.

Julie just sat there for a moment. She turned her head and looked at
me. "Please hold me." And then she put her head against my chest, not
really crying - too sad to cry - but heaving a bit. I put my arms
around her and we sat there like that for what seemed like an hour. I
felt her against me, and though I honestly tried not to, I found
myself thinking about her body.

I could feel her breasts pressing on my waist; they were certainly
large now. I felt her shoulders against my rib-cage, her arms around
me. Again I cursed myself for thinking this way at a time like this,
but I couldn't help getting an erection. My robe was already tented up
in that area just from how we were sitting, so I don't think Julie
noticed, thank God; but I'm sure my breathing sounded a little funny. 

After a while, I finally said, "I'm sorry, Julie; are you OK?"

She pulled her head up. "Yeah, I'm OK," she said, as she began to wipe
off some of her mascara with her hand. "I guess my *date* didn't quite
turn out like I expected. Look at me, all dressed up and made up. And
what for? For that shithead. I'm some kind of idiot. I mean, God damn
it." Her eyes looked off in the distance.

"What happened? Want to talk about it?"

She drew herself up and took in a deep breath. Brushing some hair from
her eyes she nodded. While her eyes had some sadness, they also had a
certain fire in them - the kind of fire that I always admired in her.
She started. "We went out to eat at Lorios."

Nicest place in town. Very expensive if I remember-I'd only been there
once, and I didn't have to pay. 

"We talked for a while and it was OK, but he kept on looking at my
boobs. And after a while it seemed like he wasn't really talking *to*
me. I mean, of course he was talking, but it was more like he was
trying to be charming rather than actually holding a conversation;
know what I mean? "I knew what she meant. I've tried to do the same
thing once or twice, with limited success. "Finally all his staring
was getting to me so I went to the bathroom for a breather. Well, I
looked in the mirror and found out why he was staring - this blouse. I
love this blouse; it's my favorite one. But I got it before I got
*these*."

She looked down at her breasts, which were not really being contained
by either her blouse or her bra. They were overflowing her bra cups. I
must have looked a bit too intently, for she quickly crossed her arms
again and closed things up. I silently kicked myself. She looked deep
in thought for a second - as if surprised by something - then
continued.

"Well, anyway, I'd had about enough, so I told him I was kind of tired
and wanted to go home. He seemed kind of pissed, but then said 'OK'.
Well, he didn't take me straight home. He stopped at Clyde Hill and
then said 'hey bitch, I just spent 75 bucks on you, and you just wanna
go home? C'mon, show me your tits.'"

"I said 'No', but he wouldn't listen to me. He reached over and
grabbed my sweater and started pulling and yanking saying 'c'mon baby,
show me what you got. It'll be fun.' I tried to fight him off but he
got ahold of my blouse and ripped it up here." She pointed to her
collar. "I started getting hysterical at this point. I thought I
really might be in trouble, and I probably was. I just started kicking
and screaming and I think I got in a good blow on the asshole cause he
crunched up at the gut; and I got out of that fucking car and ran and
ran and ran." Julie was reliving the moment a bit as she became more
and more animated.

"Fucking ASSHOLE" She started crying again. I held her a while longer,
but it was getting late. I told her I'd give her a ride home, but she
said she didn't want to be alone tonight.

"Could I stay with you tonight? You stay on your side and I'll stay on
mine? Please. I don't want to be alone."

It actually wasn't that unusual a request. But somehow it seemed a bit
more unusual tonight. "Yeah, sure. Mom and Dad are gone for the night.
I'll get my sleeping bag.  C'mon." We went up to my room. I pulled out
my sleeping bag, crawled in, and took the left side of the bed. Julie
got under the covers on the right side. She rolled over on her side.

"Ah, oompf," she winced.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's these fucking boobs, they hurt so bad right now. I can't even
put any weight on 'em. I think I'm ready for all this stuff to be over
with."

Amen to that, I was ready to continue on with my best friend like it
was, and hope tonight was just a hiccup. We lay back-to-back. We'd
done this kind of thing before, but tonight felt different. I didn't
get to sleep for a long time.

The morning light woke me up. I must have turned over during the night
because now I was facing Julie, or at least would have been facing
Julie, for she was standing up in front of the mirror. She'd just
gotten up, which probably woke me. I lay there completely still,
looking like I was still sleeping, but keeping one eye half open to
watch.

She looked back at me briefly, checking to see if I was still sleeping
probably, and then turned back to the mirror. She had taken off her
tattered blouse during the night and now just had her bra on. She
might just as well have taken her bra off as well, because her breasts
were just about overwhelming it. I remembered the vision last night
how they seemed to be slightly swelling out beyond the confines of her
bra cups. Well, now they weren't just swelling slightly, it was
*obvious* they didn't fit now. She looked at them quizzically for a
bit. 

Then she poked her finger to her right breast and twitched and winced
in pain. It looked like her boobs were still very painful. Then she
started to take off her bra, very gently so it wouldn't hurt too bad.
The back clasps were undone, but her bra was still hanging on her
chest. She took it off and held it in her hand, then stood in front of
the mirror just looking at herself.

At this point I had a raging hard-on. No, it wasn't an erection,
that's much too polite. This was a hard-on that was letting himself be
known. I could feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding, but I still
had to seem like I was sleeping. I didn't want Julie to know about
this, especially after last night. As I watched Julie in front of the
mirror, I concentrated in keeping my breathing regular. What was
causing this uncomfortable yet exhilarating flow of blood? Julie's
body, which was undergoing some dramatic changes. 

She still had her jeans on, but they were looking very tight, very
form-fitting. Even more surprising was they didn't seem quite long
enough - they were stopping right at her ankles. Certainly not a
fashion faux-pas, but Julie really needed a bit more hemline. I could
see her calves pressing against the back of her pant-leg, and higher
up, her hamstring was noticeable as well. It didn't seem like she was
amazingly muscular or anything, just that she had a really tight pair
of jeans on. I moved on up to her butt. Julie now had a perfect butt -
heart-shaped and full - really giving the denim a run for the money.

As for her waist, it was a bit surprising. I noticed that, as tight as
her jeans seemed, about her legs and butt, they were actually a bit
loose around the waist, by about an inch. Julie was sporting some
amazing curves. I could guess at the exact measurements, but it was
obvious there was at least a foot of difference between her hips and
her waist, and judging by the looseness around the waist, probably
more. Yes, I was sure it was more. More like 13 to 14 inches. From her
waist, it was like following a 'V' up to her wide shoulders - they
seemed as wide as her hips. She had the foundation of quite an
hourglass figure.

Of course, once you have a good foundation, one can start building big
things, and that's exactly what Julie's body was doing. Or, more to
the point, her breasts. Julie had mentioned on Friday how she didn't
think she be able to play ball anymore if her boobs got any bigger.
Well, it was Sunday morning, and her boobs were now officially bigger.
At least a cup size bigger. She put her hands underneath them. They
didn't hang down very far, rather they seemed extremely full and
swollen - almost like she was nursing.

Likewise her nipples were quite large and semi-erect from the cool
morning - when those got fully erect I was thinking she'd need a
nursing bra to hide them. The image of Karen Price popped into my
head. That's what her areolae and nipples reminded me of. Only Julie
was larger, both in stature and in breast size. They were amazingly
full, just wider than her chest.

She bounced her hands, causing her breasts to jiggle and her face to
crinkle in pain again. She had a look of surprise on her face, but as
she ran her hands over her breasts, slowly from top to bottom, ever so
gently caressing them, I saw a fleeting look of what I can only
describe as ... well, as pleasure. I can still remember it, frozen as
just a moment in time. Then a look of concern. Her brows furrowed as
she shook her broad shoulders. Whereas a month earlier, nothing much
would have happened, now there was a whole lot of shaking going on.
Again, her face scrunched up briefly. I felt kind of bad for the pain
she must have been experiencing.

She turned around and looked back at me. I thought she must have
noticed my spying, but no, she just had a curious, almost quizzical
look on her face as she looked at me. Not like she was mad at me, or
like she had caught me in something, but something else - something
that looked a little goofy, but nice. She went over to my dresser and
pulled out a T-shirt - an extra large. She put it on. It was a Duke
University shirt from their glory days, with the 'Duke' positioned
above the 'University,' about halfway down her chest. I mention that
because I noticed her right nipple was poking out in the upper part of
the open area of the 'D', and her left one was poking out in the open
area of the 'e.' My old Duke shirt never looked so good.

Julie grabbed her things, and made for the door. Just before she
closed my door, she looked at me again. She brought her hand to her
lip and began what looked like a kissing motion, like she was going to
blow me a kiss, but then stopped in mid-motion with at first a
slightly confused look on her face, then, with her eyes looking at me,
with a smile. For the first time, I thought Julie looked beautiful, in
that moment before she left - then the door closed. 

My heart was doing some funny things to me. I wanted to put my arms
around her again. But I also realized I had to relieve myself, and
fast. I didn't see her the rest of that day, but we talked later that
night. She said she was much better now, over the other night, and
that she definitely wouldn't give the time of day to Paul ever again.
I told her he was lucky she didn't go after him, legally speaking, of
course. She said she just wanted to put it behind her. She also said
something else.

"I think I might have to quit the basketball team"

"What? Why? You love basketball?"

"Yeah, I do. But my boobs. They really hurt. I was shooting around in
the driveway today and I had to stop - it was too painful."

"Well, can't you just get a sports bra or something?"

There was a pause.

"Um. I went out shopping today; I couldn't find one big enough." She
lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm kind of big now."

I tried to imagine. I wondered if she was already bigger than this
morning - could that be possible? My dick stirred. I remembered the
vision from this morning. "Oh," I said, somewhat at a loss for words.
She laid another bombshell on me.

"I'm not going to be at school this week. Mom and I are going to see
an endocrine specialist and see how much longer this is going to last.
Warren?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to get any bigger, Warren. I don't want to. Ouch" She
must have hit her boobs.

I began to get a little worried. After all, if this kept up, she'd be
the size of Wendy Singleton soon.

"Don't worry," I said, "your breasts aren't going to grow out of
control. I'm sure they're just about done. I mean, how big can breasts
get, anyway? "

There was another pause, slightly longer than the first.

"That's what we're going to ask the doctor," she said.

I could tell she was a little nervous. I tried to reassure her as best
I could. I didn't like to see, or in this case hear, my best friend
nervous, but I didn't know what I could do. Eventually I got her to
laugh a couple of times.

"Thanks," she said. "For everything."

"See you in a week," I said. "Good luck."

"You know, when I get back I'm gonna dunk in your face, homeboy", she
laughed. I never recalled that happening during our one-on-one games,
but it was good to hear her laugh.

"In your dreams," I said sarcastically.

"Hey, give Jerry an elbow right in the gut for me."

"Hmm, you know, I just might." I knew I'd be thinking of Julie all
week.



Huh, what's that, babe? I'm just typing a story, that's all. Or else
what? Ah, I see ... 

Dear readers, I gotta go now, the Missus has got something big waiting
for me.

End of Part I.





MY BEST FRIEND JULIE

by Byrne


Part II

Well dear readers, the Missus is feeding the kids at the moment.  She
should be busy for a while; so where were we?

Ah Yes...


As I said, I thought I'd be thinking of Julie all week, and I did.  I
imagined what it must be like for her with a doctor poking and
prodding her, trying to ascertain why her body was doing what it was
doing. I had this picture in my mind of Julie being some kind of
guinea pig for an out-of-control medical system. I didn't like that
kind of image. I don't know why, but I wanted to be there - protect
her, in some odd sort of way. I didn't quite understand it-why would I
have to protect her from doctors. I don't know, it's just what I was
feeling.

I made it through the week with no big events.  I have to admit I
never did give Jerry that elbow - guess valor still has its limits.
But it was nice to know that tomorrow Julie would be back. I actually
missed her, which is to say she had been gone before, but I knew she
was coming back and no big deal, whatever. But this time seemed a
little different - like I *had* to see her almost. I kind of got that
feeling with a former girlfriend of mine, once, before she dumped me.

Hmmm. I was starting to wonder, Julie as my girlfriend? What if she
said no? God, I'd ruin everything. We couldn't hang out or do anything
afterwards. Too risky, I decided.

That night, though, I had a dream. I dreamt of Julie. I'd had dreams
with Julie in them before. Usually we would be outside, running. Not
running from anything; we weren't being chased. It was more like we
were together in a forest, floating over hills and dales, never really
touching the green carpet, but somehow moving through it. Never
getting dirty, or wet, or tired. Just running. And laughing. I always
enjoyed it when I had that dream. But this one was not like the
others. I could hear Julie crying from behind a large door, white as a
fresh snowfall. Somehow the door was located in a very dark mass of
vines and brush. Their outlines were a little hazy but the door was
sharp in its contours, almost blinding in its brilliance. I pushed on
it. It resisted at first, then slowly opened.

Julie was inside. Everything was the whitest of whites, almost
blinding, except for Julie, who sat there on a white bed,
cross-legged. Julie had my Duke shirt on. Her dark hair fell on either
side of her wide shoulders, in stark contrast to the light around her.
She was looking straight ahead, at nothing in particular-there was
nothing ahead of her to see. It didn't seem like she had noticed me
yet. I called out her name. "Julie?" It was an odd voice - distorted
and slow. Somehow, Julie came to life, not that she was wasn't alive
beforehand, but it seemed like color filled her cheeks, her skin
became radiant. Her eyes filled with ... something. I don't know what
it was exactly, and I can't say what it was that changed, or tipped me
off. But it was like her eyes were being filled with an energy: not
like a glowing, but like a twinkle. She turned her head and faced me.

"Warren," she said with a measured pace, with a sort of crystal
clarity that was both powerful, yet soothing, "I don't want to grow
anymore, Warren. Please make them stop." She looked to be on the verge
of tears - like she was frightened. But she wasn't frightened (for
lack of a better word), or at least it wasn't a look of foreboding,
rather it almost seemed the reaction to a curtain, drawn close for
many years, hiding something in its shroud, being raised. I don't
know, curiosity? Expectation? A touch of excitement? My eyes wandered
down from hers. I couldn't help but notice that the T-shirt seemed to
be accentuating her form. I'm sure I must have been staring, but Julie
didn't seem to mind, and neither did I.

The collar hung loose around her neck, loose enough that at the very
bottom of the opening, I could make out slight swelling - the base of
her breasts were just visible; expanding and contracting their
outlines with the motion of her breathing, rising and falling. From
there the T-shirt swelled outward; the letters 'Duke' looked much more
like a collection of letters than a word. It wasn't just how far in
front of her Julie's breasts projected; presenting themselves,
literally casting a shadow over her waist, it was also their fullness.
I've seen pictures of engorged women releasing milk from their breasts
to relieve the pressure, and that was how they looked as they strained
against the shirt's cotton fabric, like Julie too was experiencing
such pressure, begging to be alleviated. I couldn't help but imagine
her skin almost taut underneath.

Her nipples were making their presence known, obviously protruding,
still in the 'D' and the 'e.' She wasn't wearing a bra. It wouldn't
have mattered. They were poking out with a force that left nothing to
the imagination - two, three inches? It seemed like you could almost
make out the openings through which milk could flow. I could feel my
lips quiver and my mouth go slightly dry at the sight of them. From
Julie's nipples, her breasts continued in great, rounded swells, like
the surface of a ball, stretching my shirt to its limits, so tight you
could see the light reflecting off it, accentuating their breadth. I
wanted to nestle into that swell. I felt if I did it would yield the
greatest comfort, like everything in the world would be OK. I wanted
to feel their suppleness, their malleability and warmth; I wanted to
feel her breast-flesh against my skin. I wanted to smell them, taste
them. Our eyes met again. She adjusted her position slightly, pulling
her legs in closer; twisting her body around so that she faced me. The
movement caused a certain undulating motion underneath that T-shirt,
like the movement of a waterbed underneath the covers. We were now
facing each other. We looked into each other's eyes for a second. My
heart began beating a little faster. 

A brief smile flitted across Julie's face, but then folded into a look
of amazement as her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened, forming a
silent 'Oh'. She held my gaze for an instant, then looked down at her
chest. Her nipples began to expand. I could see them extending,
shaping the cotton like a circus tent being raised. At the same time,
the lettering was getting harder and harder to read. 'D u k e' looked
like it was both growing wider and swelling outwards. Cracks started
forming in the blue lettering. Cleavage began showing in the open
collar. The collar stretched. More cleavage. It started getting
deeper, her breasts beginning to push out through the opening. I
spotted two semi-circles appear just at her armpit, then slowly grow
outward as if being inflated - it looked like a balloon being inflated
while a string was tied around its middle.

Julie's breasts were spilling out of their confines. Julie's breasts!
I'd never seen anything like it! Larger and larger they grew, the
whole front of her shirt distended by mammaries. She was becoming
massive - projecting outward, becoming larger, fuller. I could see the
outline of the undersides of her breasts begin the fill-in from her
waist upwards, becoming more and more separated from her waist. Her
breathing was becoming shallow and rapid, her face slightly straining
with concentration.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Warrrreeeennnn"  There was a sense of urgency in her
voice, but I noticed a new sultriness I'd never heard before - as if
her sexuality was growing as rapidly as her breasts. She was panting,
her head was slightly back atop her long neck, eyes closed: a
luxuriating, lustful look on her radiant visage. I could see her
tongue appear, press against her lips and snake with desire. Her
eyebrows knitted together as she mouthed another silent 'Oh.' Her
hands moved to each side of her rapidly expanding bosom, as if trying
to gain a measure on her new-found girth and weight. With each of her
pants I could see her breasts springing forward, pushing her hands
wider, making the T-shirt tighter and tighter. I couldn't read the
words on it now; the lettering had been blown off by great, massive
breasts expanding at an incredible rate. I had no idea what size she
was. I only knew she had the largest boobs I had ever seen, filling
the entire area in front of her. She had passed from the realm of
reality into the realm of the fantastic. Her outline was preposterous,
carnal sexuality, a testament to fertility. Her nipples were
outrageously huge, tenting the fabric prodigiously, threatening to
pierce through.

I began to move towards her, but my cock was aching so bad it took my
attention - pulsing, harder and harder; I felt like all my blood was
either going up to my head or into my cock. I looked back up at Julie.
The T-shirt had passed its limits long ago. I couldn't fathom what was
holding it together. Underneath, her breasts looked like two great
semi-circles, with their end points at her waist and shoulders.
Cleavage was bursting through the collar, straining to be free. From
the ends of her shirt sleeves, breast flesh was escaping its confines,
pushing against her arms. She reached out in front of her as far as
she could and grabbed the front of the T-shirt. 

She tensed, and then, with one big breath, a huge swelling of new
growth, and sheer determination, she ripped open the front of the
shirt. Her breasts almost 'popped' out, tantalizingly huge nipples and
areolae bursting forward, followed by enormous masses of pale breast,
quivering and undulating, I could almost feel their heat, filling the
space between herself and me.

"Oh God, Warren, suck me. Suck Me!" she screamed. I moved toward her
again, my whole body shaking. My dick felt like it was gonna burst. I
moved toward her. Pounding. I reached out for her nipple. Pounding. I
could just grab onto it, wrap my hand around it. My mouth was dry. I
needed to suck it so badly. Pounding.

"Oh God," I moaned, and felt this ungodly release in my crotch. I
closed my eyes. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. I feel
Julie's immense, engorged nipple in my hand, jerking up and down.

"Suck them, Warren. Suck them...!"  She was growing farther away.

"Julie," I shouted out.

"Warren..." 

I woke with a start. Julie was gone! I was gone. I had made a mess of
the bed. I don't sleep with any underwear, so it was looking like
today would be a good day to change the sheets. But I couldn't move.
Not just yet. I wanted to savor a lingering feeling, and taste in my
mouth, on the tip of my tongue. I tried again and again to picture
Julie, looking at me with lust in her eyes; her breasts growing larger
and larger. Everything bulging provocatively. Her nipples! Her
devilish smile! Powerful images. It was working. Julie. I had to call
her.

I phoned her number. Her father answered the phone. "No, Warren,
they're not back yet. Oh, sometime later this afternoon. I'll tell
Julie you called. Bye now."

I couldn't wait until the afternoon. I wanted to see Julie now. I had
all this excess energy to work off so, even before eating any
breakfast, I went outside and shot around; played some hoop. I missed
most of my shots - my hands were still shaking. Eventually I came back
down to earth. The body does remind you it requires food. The power of
the fantasy begins to fade. It was back to a simple matter of passing
the time.

I started with breakfast, read the paper front to back, my eyes
looking up at the clock with the turn of each page. I played a few
video games, and waited. I went down to the sports shop, and waited. I
even tried going to the bookstore, but I was way too impatient to
read. Finally, I just sort of walked around for a while, going
no-place in particular, burning calories; trying to think, but unable
to focus.

At last, I noticed the shadows becoming longer; the sky becoming a
darker shade of blue. I thought about the wet-dream I'd had earlier,
and felt a twinge of guilt, but also a thrill, like I was hoping. I
walked home. By the time I arrived, it was fully night time. Mom was
there in the kitchen, putting away some groceries.

"Hey Mom, did Julie call?"

"No, not yet dear"

Not yet? It was getting on towards six o'clock. I debated whether to
call her or not. I thought about it, then I thought, 'she'll call me'
and waited some more. I wondered what the doctors had told her. I
mean, like she said earlier, it's probably just about run its course;
nothing to worry about; completely normal - all the things that
doctors usually say.

Eight o'clock. What was going on? OK, I'd give her another hour. Nine
o'clock. I picked up the phone to call. She might not be there,
though. I didn't want to bug her dad again, he said he'd tell her.
God, I was in such a state. I can only chuckle about it now - to hide
the embarrassment. I somehow came to the conclusion that the best
thing to do was to go over there in person. That way, I could see if
their car was back, and then I could talk to Julie.

The car was back. It seemed awfully quiet in the house. I noticed
Julie's bedroom light was on. There was a bit of movement in the
living room. The front door opened and her parents stepped out. I
don't know why my first reaction was to hide, but that's what I did.
It was kind of silly really; after all, I was probably over at their
house more than my own house. But as I said, I was in a strange state
of mind that evening.

"Yes, you were."

"Hey, *I'm* telling this story!"

"Yes dear."

"Mmmmm."

Mmmmm is right. Wait a second, were was I? Yes, I saw Julie's parents
leave the house. "It'll be all right dear. Like the doctor said, this
could all be over with next week. Let's just give it some time." 

"But what if it's not, honey. This is our daughter we're talking about
..." They got into the car and were off.

"What the hell was that all about?" I thought to myself. I looked
around for a couple of pebbles and headed for her window. 

'Clink.' Nothing. I threw another one. 'Clink.' That did the trick.
The window opened and Julie stuck her head out.

"Hey, what's the deal, stiffing me like that, you big jerk." I was
indignant. She looked at me before she said anything. Then she broke
out into a big smile, almost as if in relief.

"I ... I don't know. I didn't want ..." She hesitated. Her eyes
trailed off. It looked like she pulled her bathrobe, or whatever she
was wearing - I couldn't tell - around her. She looked back at me.
"Cause I knew you were going to come over, you big goofball." Her
smile returned. "And don't call me a jerk, you wimp. I bet you didn't
even lay a finger on Jerry Oliphant."

"Are you kidding, I totally laid him out; unconscious for half an
hour. He carries all my books to class now." Talk about a shit-faced
lie.

She didn't believe me for a second, but loved that I tried. "I'm glad
you're here," she said.

"Yeah, well, what else am I gonna do on a Saturday night?"

She laughed and smiled at me. My knees were turning to mush. "Meet me
at the door." I rushed over. Julie opened it up and stood there. She
was a sight for sore eyes. I didn't think her family allowed shoes in
the house, but then I noticed she wasn't wearing shoes, she was just a
bit taller. She must have noticed my puzzled look because she said,
"yeah, I'm 5' 11" now. But that's the least of my problems."

Problems? I certainly didn't see any problems. She looked beautiful,
radiant even. She had her dark hair back in a makeshift ponytail, just
how I like it. It pulls it back straight, but leaves enough curls for
your eyes to follow the waves. She had on a pair of jeans and a huge,
oversized llama-hair sweater. You know, the kind that are all fuzzy.
The waistband was almost down to her knees, the sleeves rolled up
again and again, but still at her wrists. I don't particularly care
for those kind of sweaters, they make you look like you've put on
weight. I couldn't imagine Julie putting on much weight, but she was
looking a little heftier. 

I think we stood there in the doorway looking at each other, smiling
like a couple of idiots for a few seconds. I could feel something
happening. Julie broke the silence. "Warren?" she said, becoming a bit
more serious.

"Yeah."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but sometimes I wish we weren't best
friends." Julie was looking at me funny again.

"Don't take it the wrong way?" I just stood there wondering exactly
how I was supposed to take it. I wondered if my jaw dropped. I
probably had a look of shock on my face. Julie laughed, looking at me
like I was a kid or something.

"Warren, you big dummy. C'mon, get in here" Julie reached out and
grabbed me by the forearm and pulled me in, smiling.

"Well?" I said, stepping into the living room.

"Well?" she replied, still smiling at me.

I threw up my hands in a shrug. "What'd the doctors say?"

"They said I'm a one-in-a-million girl." Her smile turned into a bit
of a half-smile.

"I could've told 'em that." Oh God, why did I say that? That was SO
corny.

She contained a laugh, but sort of did one of those half snorts
through her mouth; her eyebrows knitting, looking at me with
mischievous eyes. "You goofball." I think she actually liked it. "No,
I'm one-in-a-million because of my condition."

"Condition?"

She stood there for a second, mulling something over. "Warren, you are
my best friend. Please don't laugh." With that, Julie reached down and
grabbed her sweater. She pulled the waistband out and began pulling
up. She certainly hadn't gained any weight, judging by her hips, and
then her waist, which, if anything, seemed even thinner. But then
something strange happened. From her waist, the fabric of her shirt
quickly extended out to where her hands were. She pulled up some more
.. and exposed two very large humps on her chest pressing against her
shirt ... in turn confined behind some thicker cloth underneath.

Julie had done some more growing during the week. I could tell they
were quite full. The bra was trying to give a shape to them that her
breasts didn't like. I saw her nipples slightly poking out from
underneath everything. It looked like quite a sturdy piece of
workmanship trying to hold her in place. As her arms rose higher to
finish the job of taking off her sweater, her breasts swelled upward,
overflowing the cups and straining against the upper part of her
shirt. I could just make out some deep valleys of cleavage through the
separation of the buttons. I could also see the shiny fabric
underneath outlined with underwire. Each cup looked to be six inches
in diameter - it must have been absolutely the largest brassiere they
could find.

Julie finished pulling off her sweater, let go with her left hand,
then let it drop on the floor. She moved her arms to her sides. The
motion set off a bit of wobbling on her chest. Her eyes were down at
the floor at first, shoulders somewhat hunched inward. Then looked me
in the eye, waiting for me to say something. I was speechless. It was
the same old Julie, only different. It looked like her legs had been
what was growing, giving Julie her new height. They were long and lean
in those jeans, widening to nice womanly hips, but then tapering,
almost dramatically, to a rather thin waist.

Her chest had obviously done the most growing, though. I remembered
plainly, just over a month and a half ago, Julie in a T-shirt and,
except for a couple of bumps, flat as an ironing board, complaining
about her lot in life. She needn't complain any longer. Nature had
just bestowed upon her a couple of magnificent endowments. No, not
just endowments. ENDOWMENTS.

In a word, Julie looked incredible. She now had the same curves as
Wendy Singleton, who was a 34G, last I heard. However, Wendy was only
about 5' 2", and somewhat petite. Julie, on the other hand, was a big
girl with wide shoulders and a strong chest to begin with. In reality,
she must have had quite a bit bigger boobs than Wendy. Julie had quite
a bit bigger everything than Wendy Singleton.

Julie was all woman. I could see her breasts straining against both
her new bra and her new shirt. I'm sure she must have just bought it
for I had never seen it before and it more or less fit her - more or
less. I noticed there was a bit of separation between the buttons.
Julie must even have grown a bit bigger from the time she bought the
shirt until now. I couldn't imagine what they must have felt like to
her.

"Well?" she said, looking at me expectantly. There I was, standing
there, looking like an idiot. My mouth was moving, but nothing was
coming out. Blood was rushing to my head so fast I didn't know what to
say. I meant to say *something* but the first syllables came out
weird. The rest of my blood was rushing to my dick - just like in the
dream. I could feel my pants starting to tent out, even though they
were made of denim. Unfortunately, Julie took my befuddlement the
wrong way.

"You think I'm disgusting, don't you? Like I'm a sort of freak now.
Don't you!" She covered her eyes with her hands, bunched up her
shoulders, and turned away from me. "Please, Warren, no." She started
crying.

I didn't know what to do. Luckily, Mother Nature took over. I'm always
amazed at how in the moment of crisis, many times you end up doing
exactly the right thing. Instinctively I knew what to do. Like a bolt
I was at Julie's side, putting my arms around her saying "it's OK,
it's OK. You are beautiful, Julie. I love you."

She stopped crying and looked up. "You love me?" she asked. Julie
withdrew her hands and looked at me, no, not at me, *in* me. Her eyes
were searching deep within me. She was an angel, so vulnerable, yet
lifting my soul. I felt *really* uncomfortable, but it was more from
my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I had never felt such powerful
emotions before. I loved Julie. I could say it! Deny it? I couldn't if
I wanted to!

Something wonderful was happening. I felt a feeling of warmth flow
through me, a feeling of direction. "Yes," I said, looking as deeply
into her eyes as I could. Julie looked at me. We were holding each
other's gaze. There is that moment in time when one person takes a
risk and exposes their feelings to the other, and then has to wait for
the response. I had just exposed myself to Julie and was awaiting her
judgment. A quiver of doubt ran through me. 'Oh, shit,' I thought, 'I
just fucking blew everything!'

But Julie broke into the happiest smile I think I've ever seen. It
wasn't just her mouth, or her lips, it was Julie smiling at me. I
melted in her warmth. She jumped up, and spun around.

"Oh Warren. Warren. I love you too, Warren! I love you too!" The
feeling I felt cannot be described, only known through experience. Our
lips met in the most intense kiss, exulting in the new direction our
lives were taking. Passionately, we crossed into a brave new world.
With too much passion, though, we bumped our teeth together.

"Oww!" we said in unison, and laughed. Nothing seemed to really hurt
anymore. She faced me, then jumped on me, giving me the most amazing,
full bear hug. I reveled in it. It just felt soooo good. I could feel
her arms around me. I could smell her fragrance - she smelled like
nothing I could imagine.  I could feel her breasts against my chest -
huge, soft, warm, malleable breasts between us, being squished into
enormous, wide saucers - except for her nipples. I could feel them
poking in to me. She drew in a quick breath. "Ahhh."

"What's wrong?"

"My babies are still a little tender." I looked at her breasts,
bulging splendiferously under her shirt. I wanted so bad to touch
them. "Here," said Julie.  She took my hand and placed it over her
left breast. I squeezed. "Gently," she admonished me with a whisper
and a kiss. I slowly ran my fingers along them, caressing them as
softly as I could. Julie would draw in a sharp breath, then look at me
with a mischievous smile. I would say 'I'm sorry', and kiss her
tenderly. She deftly moved her body around mine so that she was lying
against me. I could feel her stomach, feel the tightness of her waist.
She rocked  her hips forward, into mine. She was just starting to put
her legs around me, when she pulled back and looked at me, wide-eyed.

"Warren!" she said excitedly, her eyes wide, eyebrows high.

"Julie!" I replied, feeling very good and very turned on. No need to
bother hiding my hard-on now!

Julie gave me a look I'd never seen before. A sexy look; an almost
nasty-girl look. I thought about Julie and her incredible body. I
think I did a very good job reciprocating with a nasty-boy look of my
own. Julie began kissing me all over my face, then moved to my lips
for a nice, long, almost lusty one. We started French kissing and I
was amazed by how long Julie's tongue was - it felt like she could
reach the back of my mouth. I almost gagged on it, but then she
withdrew and kissed me gently on the lips again.

"Warren" she cooed. Her lovely head moved to the side and we rubbed
cheeks together, then she began nibbling on my ear.

Meanwhile, I was kissing as many parts of her as I could, all the
while massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples to present themselves
in their full glory. I was successful. I could feel her thick teats
between my fingers, even through her shirt and bra! I could hear her
breathing becoming heavier, as was my own. Julie moved down to my
neck. I turned my head a bit, and buried it in her luxurious hair. She
smelled so good!

While Julie was kissing me exquisitely on my neck, our hips met; we
started to do a bit of bump-and-grind through our jeans. She had nice,
wide hips that I wanted - needed - to press my own into. Her long,
long, strong legs began to wrap around mine. I was between Julie's
luscious legs in her most private spot. My heart leaped. Her hands
were rubbing themselves all over my back. She began to mash her chest
into my chest. My hands were squeezed out from her nipples in the
friction, but I still found plenty of breasts to massage bulging out
to the sides. Our movements began to synchronize, our breathing
becoming more and more heavy. I wasn't the most experienced guy at the
time; and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Julie" I said, in both agony and ecstasy, "I can't last much longer."

"Mmmm. neither can I," she replied, accentuating it with just a slight
purr. She gave me one last kiss on my neck, then pulled her head in
front of mine. She had the most awesome, gorgeous, aroused expression
on her face - she really wanted me. It couldn't be better, because I
really wanted her. It just felt so good, requited love.

"Let me take your pants off for you," Julie said with a hungry smile.
I couldn't talk anymore. I think I just moaned and nodded with
approval. She began to undo the top buttons. I decided I would do a
little unbuttoning of my own, beginning with the top of her blouse.
Julie laughed. "You're a curious boy, aren't you?" She had a big grin
on her face.

"Just as curious as you, girl," I said, eagerly.

"Well I've been curious about yours ever since you poked me with it
through the sleeping bag, you masher." She giggled, then undid the
last button. I lifted my hips up to help her pull my pants down.
Needless to say, my underwear was not hiding my hard cock - a big wet
spot on the end of my protrusion from pre-cum ...

Julie just looked at the bulge with a hungry eye for a second, then
touched her finger on the wet spot. I heard a soft 'Ooo' escape her
lips. This gave me enough time to finish undoing her last button and I
began to struggle to take her shirt off while keeping my hands on as
much breast as possible. I must have been making a mess of it all,
because Julie looked up at me. She moved just out of my grasp. Her
hands moved to cover her shirt opening and her chest, as best she
could anyway. She had a slight look of wonder on her face.

"You really like my new boobs, don't you Warren?"

"Oh God Julie, yes, ever since the morning in my room."

Her eyes twinkled. "I *knew* you were looking!" This confirmed it, I
guess. She let out a tremendous smile, head back slightly in
exultation. She looked at me in the eye with a mischievous grin. "You
know something," she whispered with a sultry look in her eye that made
my heart skip a beat, "I kind of like them too."

Her hands had started caressing her breasts, I don't think she was
aware what she was doing. Then she moved her hands to her shirt and
took it off, exposing the tops of her boobs bulging out of her huge
bra. Now, I had seen big breasts in magazines and stuff, but Julie's
were right there in front of me, looking unreal. I couldn't believe it
- that Mother Nature would show such munificence. I wanted to suck
them so badly.

Julie reached behind her, causing her boobs to well up. I thought for
sure her boobs  would pop out of their holding cups. Julie struggled
with the clasps for a bit. She saw my look of wonder and smiled. 

"38F, Warren, they have a lot of hooks," she said, winking at me. She
shook her shoulders for a second to give me a look at them wobbling
all over her chest. It looked to be a size too small. Julie undid the
last clasp and slowly pulled off her bra, watching my reaction. She
saw my eyes grow wider and wider as her breasts came closer and closer
to being free. My dick twitched. Her eyes darted to it, and watched it
twitching.

Her bra was off. Her breasts were free. She looked beautiful. She was
much, much fuller now. Her areolae looked to be slightly larger, but
much more pronounced - maybe due to the heat of the moment. Her
nipples looked to be as hard as my cock. Not quite as big, of course,
but still eminently suckable. They sat of upon huge globes of pearly
skin, hanging on Julie's chest as two ripe, fresh fruit. 

Julie had grown so fast that they showed no hint of gravity - two
hemispheres proudly jutting outward. Just like in my dream, I felt my
tongue flit on my lips and my mouth go a little dry. Julie, however,
had her eyes locked on my twitching cock. With her breasts now free,
she made her way to my own endowment, her breasts doing a much better
job of jiggling and undulating. 

With two fingers she grabbed the waistband of my undies. My cock was
going wild with desire. Wordlessly, she lifted the covers, exposing my
dick. Her eyes became very large. "Ooo!" she said, wide-eyed like a
little kid. I wondered if she had ever seen a real penis before. Or
maybe she just really liked mine. Her hand reached out and encircled
it around its base.

"Oh it's marvelous," she announced. She bent her head down to my
'head' and kissed it gently, then flitted her tongue out to taste me.
"I like that," she said. I could feel myself getting ready to blow. I
wondered if I should warn her.

Julie put out her long, long tongue and licked the head of my cock
again. I know her breasts were huge, but I began to wonder just how
long her tongue was as well. Julie kissed the head of my cock again,
then opened her mouth a little wider and encircled it with her lips.
Her hand began pumping slightly. I could feel that marvelous tongue of
hers licking the entire area of my cock-head. I'd never been given
head before. I didn't know how good she was; I didn't care - it was
obviously working!

"Unghh, Julie," I said, my face starting to contort.

She didn't seem to hear me. "Ohhh, Jul ..." Too late, I could feel it
coming. I felt my cock surge forward and my hips begin to buck. Julie
maintained her lock on my cock, pumping a little harder now. I felt
the first release travel down my penis and let loose. Julie must have
felt it coming. I felt just a bit of suction and the first of my cum
came out. Julie took it in - her eyes grew wide with delight. My cock
convulsed for its second spurt. Julie lost her lock on it. I just
caught a glimpse of her face during my spasms. She seemed surprised
but thrilled, with an almost thoughtful expression on her face. I
could tell she was tasting my semen, seeing if she liked it. I think
she did.

My cock kept pumping. This was a very powerful orgasm. Cum was flying
out of my cock and landing on Julie's chest, dripping into her
cleavage. She seemed to revel in it. Pumping, pumping. I was still
pumping, Julie still tugging rhythmically at my base.

"Oh yes!" I heard Julie exclaim. I don't think she'd ever seen a guy
come before. She seemed to be very turned on. I finally started to
calm down, feeling great. Julie looked down at her chest, her fingers
sliding through her my semen. It obviously seemed like a new
experience. She turned her eyes toward mine. There was a wild look in
them. It looked like she was just getting started. She had a ebullient
expression.

"I want to come now," she said, beaming at me. I told her I'd be happy
to oblige. Julie stood up, her breasts swaying with the motion. She
began to undo her jeans; button after button. I could feel my cock
start to come back to life - ah, to be young again! All the buttons
were undone. She slid her pants down and down over her long legs and
stepped out of them. Julie drew herself back up. She was the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen; absolutely stunning. 

Those long legs of hers were perfectly muscled from all her athletic
activity. They went on up to her wide hips, which were full and
perfectly designed for delivery, but still retained a lithesome look.
The white panties she had on emphasized the difference between her
hips and waist. Oh, what a waist! As big a girl as she was, it looked
like I could put my hands around Julie's waist. She looked positively
nubile as she breathed in and out, her skin lightly covering the
outlines of firm muscles.

Then, of course, her breasts, proudly pronouncing their presence - so
full they were wider than her shoulders, which were very wide. Model
wide. Julie was such an athletic figure. On top of a long neck was
Julie smiling at me. I think she liked the feeling, knowing that I
desired every inch of her. It was certainly self-evident - if she
didn't notice my expression, she just had to watch my dick become hard
again, snapping to attention.

"I love you Warren," Julie said softly. "Make love to me." Her hands
went to her panties. She began to roll them down. I saw her dense
matting of dark pubic hair. As she bent down at the waist her breasts
surged forward, then descended, but not hanging. They still looked so
full. Julie straightened and stepped out of her panties, she was now
naked in front of me and I was struck dumb. Julie really was beautiful
in every way. I caught a most glorious smell. I wanted Julie in the
worst way. She walked toward me, slowly, indulging in the moment just
a bit. She was magnificent, sublime in her naturalness. She had just
put her hand on my chest and was lowering her body to mine when we
heard a car come down the street. There had been other cars pass by,
but somehow we recognized the sound and knew this one would not be
passing by. This car was Julie's parents, coming home. We both had a
look of horror, and a sense of being cheated. 

"Quick, the back door," said Julie, gathering her clothes in her
hands, her breasts hanging down gracefully as she bent over. I jumped
up and pulled my pants up quickly, being careful of my still hard
dick. Julie had her bra and her shirt held against her chest, being
pressed outward by her new-found endowments. We ran to the back door,
almost tripping as my pants fell back down. We heard the car pull into
the driveway and stop. She unlocked the door and opened it then looked
me deeply in the eye. She had such an excited look on her face, like a
kid who had just uncovered a secret..

"Tonight is the best night of my life," and she kissed me quickly on
the lips.

"I love you Julie!" I said; it felt good to say it.

"I love you too, Warren," said Julie, her eyes sparkling radiantly, "I
love you too!" Her head snapped around as we heard a key in the front
door. "Quick, get out of here. Call me tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye Julie." She closed the door and ran to her room. I wondered if
she had enough time to clean herself up and get into a robe, but I
knew Julie could do it. As for myself, I ran through her backyard to
their fence against the alley. I was so sky-high it was easy to hop
it. I ran down the alley to the street, then ran home. I didn't need
to run, but I couldn't help it. I had so much energy and felt so
alive, I think I could have kept running to Timbuktu. I couldn't wait
to see Julie again; I couldn't wait until tomorrow; I couldn't wait
for life!


"Milk? How could we need any milk? I thought *you* were taking care of
it all. Oh, you can't make tapioca with it. Well, OK, I'll go to the
store."

Excuse me, dear readers, but I just love pudding: I must run an
errand. But fear not, I'll be back.






End of Part II.