Prisoner of thy own Accord

By Blake Isaac Gordon

Special thanks to:

Leviathan & Vazor Strafe

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Robin remained on top of Danny as his last spasms dwindled away from another one of his intense orgasms. She marveled at how quickly his breathing calmed. She already had two toe crunching orgasms, but had politely let her partner play out his superior stamina. She felt the raw post-sexual burn flowing across her limbs all the way down to her tingling toes. She felt Dan�s potence like a dull heat. The bed sheets were entwined around them like a candy wrapper. She did a subtle twist and was free of their white embalmment. Their fuck was perfect.

�� Hey, Robin�� Dan shifted his weight to his elbows as he pulled himself prone.

�� Their fuck was perfect until he had to open his mouth and ask the same dumb question, Robin thought.

�� Did I�� Dan�s eyes finished the question� Did he bring her to orgasm? The rock hard nipples should be a dead give away. Robin answered the question in the usual breathless reply of a well-satisfied partner.

�� Yes,� she said adding her little giggle. It sounded canned, but it was this routine that guaranteed her a round two. �Yes� yes you did, silly. You always bring me over the mountain.�

�� Robin winced, always the same thing over and over. She had no real deep feelings for Dan, but the man was good in the sack; he was always ready when she wanted it. And lately it was once a day- minimum.

Robin let Dan take in the backdrop comment as she rested her head on his perfect abs. She let her bored fingers trace out his finely defined chest as she reviewed her mental list of all his favorite features. He was tall, had thick dirty blonde hair, and rich brown eyes. He also had the cutest cheekbones. She knew Dan could easily be a model if he just got a decent haircut and wore some better-tailored clothes. But he didn�t. She had tried to dress him a little trendier, but he always returned to his simple pocket tees and baggy Levis.

�� Danny was a sweet guy. He worked at the U-Bet Buy electronic store while he awaited his entrance results into medical school. He was a bright guy and had a high level of empathy. Yet, Robin didn�t think his chances of being a doctor were all that great. He just wasn�t together enough upstairs. He waffled constantly, never knew where he was going, and could barely function three hours into the future let alone three weeks. But she wasn�t going to marry him. She only wanted to fuck him.

�� Robin snuggled up even closer and let her fingers slide downward into Dan�s rich pubic hair. She played with the thick curls and within moments she felt his penis begin to react to her ticklish touch. He was amazing. In their three-month relationship not once had Dan ever had a misfire or bad day. Nor did he ever come down with a bad case of blue balls. The man was a frickin machine- a proverbial piston, up and down, up and down. Tonight was no exception and she wanted more. Slowly she worked her fingers bringing him to full arousal. All the time she casually brought her head lower and lower until her lips took in his penis. He was rock hard, his whole body tensed but not in the way she expected.

�� Without warning, Dan thrashed to the other side yanking his winkie clean out of her mouth. His dick left with a loud pop. A small trickle of saliva dripped off of Robin�s surprised lips as she quickly got to a sitting position.

�� What the hell�s wrong with you?� demanded Robin as she quickly removed the dribble of spit from her chin. Dan cringed against the headboard. He was trying to cover his privates with both hands, but his boner stuck out like a comical eleventh finger.

�� Sorry�� Dan whispered. His eyes narrowed into a more relaxed expression. �I just thought you were going to give me a blow job.�

�� Robin was floored. She was going to blow him, and she wondered what kind of idiot man didn�t want his dick sucked. �Of course� I was going to give you some head. Why does that bother you so much?�

�� I really don�t. It�� Dan�s expression became distant as if he suffered from some internal struggle. Robin patiently waited at the other end of the bed for Dan�s return to reality. �It�s just� You can�t!� He ended abruptly. He reached for the bundle of covers and curled up on his side. Robin slowly crept beside him. She was more than mildly curious. Something like this she had to know. What would make Dan react so irrationally?

�� Come on�� She pleaded as she curled up in a spoon position right next to him. She pressed her chest deep in his back. She knew how much this relaxed him. Maybe a few minutes of cuddling would get the sap to open up.

�� It�s really nothing. I don�t want a blowjob. It has nothing to do with you.� Dan closed his eyes and tried to get comfortable. But then he felt a pair of sharp hands dig into his neck. Robin�s words burned like fire.

�� Alright you fucker! You didn�t tell me you had some kinda VD. You frickin piece of shit!�

�� Dan lunged to the floor pleading the whole way down. Before he could turn over Robin was on top of him. This time she had her knees digging into his back. He clawed the floor helpless to break free. Robin wasn�t a buff girl, but she was strong for her size, and if he didn�t do something quick he would probably need a splint. �I don�t have any kind of disease! VD or otherwise!�

�� Robin relaxed and slumped off. �If it�s not a disease then tell me what it is.�

�� Okay�� Dan rubbed the tender spots on his back as he marveled at how quick Robin could go from rabid killer to concerned girlfriend. �Do you remember the times I told you I spent in the Peace Corp?�

�� Well yeah, you told me you were in Brazil. You helped a village get power in order to work a water pump.� Robin flopped back on the bed, hands ringing the sheets in frustration.

�� Yep. And in that village there were a lot of weird types.� He reached up and pulled himself back on the bed.

�� Okay� Weird types. You told me a little.�

�� Well�I�� He placed the pillow against the headboard and wiggled back into his original position. � Back then I wasn�t as good as I am now� with... you know��

�� I know Dan, you can lay a real wicked pipe. So you�re telling me you sucked in bed when you were a young man fresh out of college. No big deal, most men are.�

�� Well yeah� But I didn�t learn most of this stuff, I� I met this guy named Horrandu. He was the village witch doctor. He noticed in my two years there not once had I ever shared my tent with another woman. You have to realize that many of the young female villagers were quite cute and often would use sex to get stuff. It was quite common for the rich American guy to share his bunk with a young villager in exchange for stuff like new jeans, cosmetics, fashionable clothes, lingerie...�

�� No shit! You went to the Peace Corp and you became a pimp?� Robin looked at the ceiling with disgust; the story was boring her to tears.

�� No! That�s not it. Let me finish before you get any crazy ideas. This witch doctor was an old man who liked to live through the young guys. So he�d try to set us up. He tried with me but I always seemed to botch it up. One day he called me into his little grass hovel. The little hut had all this crazy voodoo stuff in it as well as a small copper pot. This pot was on a small butane burner and in it was a pasty blue sludge that smell a lot like ginger. He told me that all my troubles would be over if I took a sip from the pot. He called it his Enyeppepi. Well� me being so desperate, I took more than a sip. I took a huge gulp.�

�� Okay�?� She said with a long breath, �So how does taking a hit from some mad witch doctor�s stash make you nuts about getting a blow job.�

�� Let me finish�� Dan rolled over to face Robin. She could tell he wasn�t making this story up because he looked worried. And in his typical sentimental crap style, he reached up to touch her hair. �As I found out, the stuff in the pot was a form of an aphrodisiac. Within three hours I was one horny bastard, and that night I finally scored with one of the villagers. She was only sixteen and well�Ah� I sort of wore her out.�

�� Wore out a sixteen year old little tramp� Yeah right.�

�� No... I wore her out. I was with her for three hours. I couldn�t stop. The girl seemed to love it and begged for more. I lost track of the times she orgasm, but in the end she passed out on top of me.�

�� Well good for the little tramp. So your point?�

�� I�m getting to it. I didn�t really know what happened to me until I got back to the states. It seemed that not only did that blue stuff help with my libido it also helped with my charm. I was getting into women�s pants that were out of my league. One time I shacked up this model for almost a year. During the time we were crazy and must made love at least once a day.��

�� Oh do tell.� Robin slouched down in the bed as she seethed with the prospects of being compared to his others.

�� Well she liked to give head. And I wasn�t going to stop her. It started out harmless enough. She�d go down on me and sometimes she swallowed and sometimes she didn�t. Not much later she sorta changed.�

�� Robin sat back up as her interest sharpened. �How so?�

�� At first she sorta liked it. She was always freaking out how much her boobs were beginning to sag. I never really noticed��

�� Yeah, Yeah� boobies sagging� what happened.� demanded Robin.

�� Sorry� Well little changes started to happen. Her boobs stopped sagging. Her butt lost some of the fat bulges at the bottom� and�� He paused as if trying to figure out how to say what he needed to say. For a long time all he did was look at Robin�s naked titties. �Her boobs started to get bigger.�

�� Robin paused as that last statement sunk in. Then she began to giggle, then the giggles turned to snickers, then the snickering turned to soft laughter, then the laughter became loud, and then the loud laughter became a roar.

�� Ah..Ah.. Let me make sure I understand this.� She wheezed as she wiped the tears from her eyes. �Your ex-girlfriend, when she swallowed, ended up getting bigger tits.�

�� Yeah,� agreed Dan seriously. �Listen! I�m not joking. And after that she really liked going down on me. Which made her keep getting bigger and bigger. At first she liked it always finding ways of showing off her larger boobs. Yet as they kept getting bigger and bigger she started to freak. Models have pretty strict requirements and when she got too big she couldn�t get as many jobs. In fact her agent accused her of doing porn. At that point her life began to fall apart. She had dropped out of high school to model and that was all she could do. Without work she was going nuts. At that point our relationship went south and we broke up.�

�� So how did you figure it out?��

�� Figure what out?�

�� Stupid! How do you know that sucking on your dick made her tits grow?�

�� I ran into her six months back.� Dan continued to talk oblivious to Robin�s fingernail digging deep into the bed.� �She was even bigger than I remembered. But we talked and I found out what happened. Her boobs slowly started to shrink one month after we broke up. At the time she married some producer and was happy. Yet when her tits reached their normal size the producer freaked and made her go under the knife. He got her some crazy custom implants and basically kept sending her to the plastic surgeon until she got back to the way she was when they first met.�

�� Yeah but?�

�� When we talked, she told me about him, their marriage and about their sex. She said my spoo always tasted different, sweeter and nice. Yet she told me her husband�s ejack was nasty. As I looked back on our relationship I started to remember little things. It was when she swallowed that her boobs started to grow. She didn�t swallow much at first. You know- she always had a towel around. In fact, when her tits got really big and her life went to shit it seemed that all she wanted to do was give me head. And... the last three months of our relationship was when she got really huge.�

�� Right�� mumbled Robin. She ran her tongue slowly across her upper lip, eyes narrowing to bright mischievous moons. Before Dan could react she flipped herself over, placing her chest upon his belly. She locked her inner thighs tight around his neck making it impossible for him to move. Dan tried to struggle, but her hands pressed him down immobilizing his whole upper body.

�� Robin� What are you doing?�

�� I�m going to find out if this story of yours is true or not.� She stated flatly as her lips took him in deep.

�� Robin awoke at five-thirty. She didn�t need to be at work till nine, but her morning wake up preparation required the time. She placed a small dab of toothpaste on her sonic toothbrush and clamped her lips tight. The intense hum pierced through her closed eyes, and her mind slowly began to gear itself awake. Once the toothbrush was silent it was time to begin her shower. A few cautious steps put her in a tub overflowing with hair products. The rim around her bath was a proverbial Easter Island filled with pearl colored cylinders of various sizes and diameters. Her hand instinctively turned the nozzle to HOT.� Robin�s mind desperately needed the hot water in order to shake the morning crust that encased her brain. She knew the steam-saturated water was hard on her skin, but she considered it one of her beauty sins. Her mind warmed, and hungry thoughts took small little bites out of her daily responsibilities.

�� She twisted the water nozzle to ice cold and stuck her head under the harsh water for a full two minutes. The cold water was supposed to help seal her hair and prevent split ends. She found out this little bit of truth and hadn�t strayed away from the practice for almost five years. She stepped out of the shower, body still charged from the chill, nipples tight, and skin vibrant with water. Her fingers found a neutral colored towel to dry off. It was time to begin. Robin reached underneath her sink where a large multi-division Rubber Maid storage box was kept. She popped open the triple latches and tugged the heavy lid open. Inside were countless number of creams, ointments, balms, and numerous other cosmetics all organized in totalitarian precision.

�� Each day began the same way: Retinal creams, anti-wrinkle foam, exfoliating gels, foundations, hair removal wax, antibiotic creams, Witch hazel, and seawater. The application, amount, and removal, all were based upon a standard operating procedure from which she never deviated. This process alone took her a full hour. She never doubted its worth or rushed through a single step. She completed everything behind closed doors and even her closest boyfriends never were privy to her secrets. She even had a smaller travel kit with enough supplies to last one week. To her all of this was like breathing� essential to her life.

�� The next step was self-evaluation. On her door was a full-length mirror. She would spend fifteen minutes checking her body for wrinkles, sags, bulges and trouble spots. If she was developing a pooch it was time for the treadmill, flabbiness it was time for weights, and if she was getting too cut it was time for the pool. Front view, side view, back view- everything was checked and rechecked. A stonecutter looking over a precious stone could not match her scrutiny.

�� Halfway through her self-examination she paused. Her breasts, something was different about her breasts. As soon as a woman hits her mid to late twenties gravity begins to win. It all depends on weight gain and their original size. Robin had a modest cup that she found very useful. Not too large but enough to generate some cleavage required for late night second glances. She knew she was acquiring a small amount of droop, just enough to forever banish the thought of sleeping braless. Yet� She leaned closer to the mirror and took a deep breath causing a symphony of mechanics. Muscles, ribs, and breast flesh slid with interlocking tectonics that men found infinitely fascinating. To her it was a brutally scientific method of self-inspection that left no chance of, �well maybe?� Her tits weren�t any bigger or smaller�they were�She leaned back and took the tips of her fingers and touched the outer rim of each breast- the swell that was always caught by the peripheral vision of the male observer. This part of her boobs seemed slightly different. A soft half circle trace made her face wrinkle in confusion. Were her boobies a little fuller? No, they were...perfect. Her boobs looked like they belonged to a younger woman. Was she becoming younger?

�� To her they looked round like perfectly ripe fruit that was firm and tender without the signs of droop or shifting that begets all melons in time.

�To any other woman they would think it a fluke. A trick of the month, something to be happy about before their boobs settled to their normal shape and the days of being a goddess forgotten with the next cramp or painful bloat. But not to Robin. It was time to take Dan�s little neurotic rambles a little more seriously.

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�� Robin climbed out of her Mitsubishi GT300. Looking in her tinted windows, she was pleased at her smoky reflection. She had her hair in a simple ponytail pined with a fluffy scrunchy that was easy to remove. She wore very little makeup except for a dark coffee brown shade of lipstick that matched the color of her panties. Her blouse was soft white and loose except for being cinched at the waist. Her pants were a black knit that looked like she had them dipped on. She knew the way the dark fabric stretched across her butt along with a slight insubstantial hint of where her low cut briefs arched across her ass would drive Dan wild. She added a small sprinkling of Liz Claiborne perfume. To finish the outfit was the most padded pushup bra in existence. Her tits felt like eggs on a platter.

Her plan was to get him so horny that they forget their dinner date and just stay home and fuck. She walked up the four flights of stairs to Dan�s simple one bedroom apartment and knocked. When he answered she had no doubt that they would be staying in.

�� The lights were out and two sets of clothing lay scattered on the floor. Dark panties rested casually on the worn bedpost. Robin liked to think of it as her flag of conquest. Dan lay propped up on a pile of pillows while Robin lounged upon his naked chest. His bed was only a double making close contact a wonderful necessity.� Robin felt his contented breathing begin to slow as she waited a few minutes more. She loved fucking here; Dan always seemed more at ease in his home. She could sense his happiness as she watched his erection fading beneath the sheets.

�� Danny,� Robin pleaded; it was this voice that she used only in times when she had to get something. Its high pitch, child-like tone was perfect for plucking at Dan�s harp strings. �I�ve been thinking�� She let her sentence trail allowing her weakness and uncertainty mix into a powerful means of manipulation.

�� Ummm� What?� Dan looked upon Robin with sad eyes.

�� I remember what you said last week about you not wanting to have oral sex.�� Dan tensed; his mind struggled with the pandoric feelings sealed tight in his mind. Robin took delight in his panic. Dan�s simple feelings were so easy to see flashing behind his eyes. All it would take was a simple tug.� �I noticed a change not too long ago, and I wanted to say you were right and I�m sorry for not believing you.�

�� Dan�s tense stance began to loosen. He reached over to touch the soft tips of her hair as they rested across her bare shoulders. Her eyes were wide with a silent plea. He leaned forward and gave her a reassuring kiss on her forehead. He could feel the rigid need of some unanswered question. He let his lips linger on her skin as he waited for her to ask. Robin felt in complete control, Dan�s need for her was almost as great her disregard for him.

�� So�� Dan struggled with the words but Robin finished them.

�� I want to ask you something?�

�� What?�

�� Would you make me bigger?�

Dan�s reaction was not what she expected.

�What!� he yelped.

�� Easy�� She pleaded as she tried to keep him from dashing off of the bed. �Listen, I�m serious!�

�� Okay� But why?�

�� Look at me!� She demanded as she sat up straight and folded her legs tightly around his hips. This gave Dan a perfect view of her breasts. �I want to be bigger. Is there anything weird about that?�

�� Well� Why now? If you always wanted to be bigger why didn�t you just get a boob job?�

�� Robin had planed for this question and she took massive delight in the way Dan was playing out their little scene. �Why? I don�t want someone to cut into me, I don�t want my boobs to look like round squishy balls, and I don�t want to take the risk of losing one ounce of sensation to my nipples. Is that enough reasons for you?�

�� Yeah, but why change the way you are. You�re so very pretty��

�� What�s wrong with making a change that makes you feel better about yourself? I want this and I thought you�d be more than happy to help me, especially considering it takes absolutely no effort on your part.� Robin let the pout play across her lips. This practiced look of hurt and annoyance had melted many of a man. Simple Dan was powerless not to fall at her feet.

�� Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Once it happens there�s no real easy way back.�

�� Dan?� She asked as she changed from harsh look to one of sadness. �Do you want me to get bigger boobs?�

�� Well yeah�� Dan said a little too eagerly. Robin used a little effort not to look too annoyed. He realized he had agreed too hastily and tried to do a little damage control. �Look, I love the way you look no matter what. I think you�re beautiful.�

�� Good, because this is what I want�Please.� Robin begged using everything. Her eyes were deep dark pools, her lips pressed tight as if she held her breath, her shoulders hunched, and the timid touch of her fingers across his chin. All of her tools she used to paint the perfect scene in which he would believe... completely.

�� Okay.� He replied as he turned off the lights.

�� Robin smiled in the darkness. She had won. Her warm tongue found her prize and Dan�s instant response made her complete dominance over him so very satisfying.

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�� Robin looked at her watch. It was almost five. This was taking too long. She waited patiently in a narrow lounge of the Siltstone Fertility clinic. It was empty except for a nervous looking couple that was probably in their late thirties. They were dressed well and looked GQ to the core. It was probably a yuppie couple that wanted it all and probably waited too long to have kids.

�� She sat in the back of the room and flipped through a Time magazine for the fifth time. She was growing extremely impatient. She came here in order to talk to her friend, Reyna and to get her professional opinion. Robin adjusted the baggy jogging suit and tried not to fidget. It was taking some time adjusting to her new proportions. She had been going down on Dan all week and much to her amazement, she had gained two whole cup sizes. She really didn�t care that she had a bigger rack. The whole story of wanting bigger boobs was a lie to get Dan to give in. All she cared about was the change.

�� The power she had at her finger tips made her breathless. Every day she changed a little more. Wrinkles were fading from her face as skin regained its youthful elasticity. Her hair was becoming stronger and brittle frizzies were a thing of the past. Her nails never broke anymore and her gums never bled. She no longer had the hint of saddlebags and the puffy swell of cellulite was gone like snow on a rock in springtime. At the gym she could lift more with more reps, run faster longer, and was becoming so flexible she could do a full split again. The men at the gym didn�t stare at her body anymore; now they looked at her with resentful anxiety. They watched the metal peg slip father and father down the metallic slabs on the machines. But her seeing male immaturity wasn�t only at the gym. At work her abilities were increasing as well. Answers came quicker and she could think on her feet so well she felt like she was dancing. The women continued to despise her but that was nothing new. Now the patronizing sweetie remarks were gone from the old timers and the young studs at the office saw her less as the ultimate lay but now as a dangerous rival. And of course, there were her breasts. Her boobs were getting bigger, firmer, rounder, and they still looked real. Her tits didn�t look like plastic balloons, they still giggled with each step, shifted with each movement, and even when she was still they found a way to bounce and bounce and bounce. All these little changes in her rack added up exponentially.

She now felt compelled to wear form-fitting tops. Men would stare then force themselves to look away. The best thing all these benefits cost her nothing. She could eat junk with little fear of internal repercussions, and she was down to five hours of sleep a night. All of this she loved- having big boobs was just an aftertaste of the medicine.

�� Sometimes she toyed with the idea of playing down the changes, wearing looser clothes and ditching the high heels. Soon it be hard to explain her cosmetic changes, science could only do so much. But the eyes at work never blinked and the gossip mill never shut up. Robin�s favorite rumor was she was dating a plastic surgeon. The funny thing was the truth was harder to swallow than fiction, and the thought of telling her secret to female coworkers sent a runaway smirk across her face.

�� The yuppie couple was called in and Robin continued her wait. She hoped the little frozen sample she had collected from Dan yesterday was still viable. The quarter cup sample rested in the small thermos tucked in a plain brown purse. Robin sent a bored look of misery to the petite blonde sitting behind the desk. The blonde returned the look. She glanced at the chart and then seemed as if she was going to say something but didn�t. Robin was grateful. The skinny little blonde looked straight off the farm and those naive blue eyes did nothing but piss her off. Thankfully, Reyna opened the office door and called her in.

�� Robin followed her friend to a far back office. Reyna was the stereotypical lesbian. Her hair was cut like a man's and she wore kakis paired with an asexual blouse. Thin wire frames rested on her nose, which made her strong facial features even more noticeable. The only thing feminine about her was her figure.

Reyna had a round butt and way above average sized boobs. She loved to brag that the lingerie shops never had her size in stock. She knew she had a great body and she loved to tease. She loved to be seen. She would put on the tightest top she could squeeze her rack into when they went clubbing. All male eyes would focus on Reyna tits. Robin loved telling the long line of wolves that Reyna was gay. The look on the poor saps faces was worth hearing every fumbling pick-up line and lecherous comment.

It was fun hanging out with Reyna, but it was hard holding a conversation with a woman who had a thing for her own boobs. Thankfully today wasn�t a social call, Reyna should have answers. She had a PHD in human reproduction and knew all kinds of things involving human genetics.

�� Sorry for being so late. I had quite a few clients today and my director hates it when I get behind. That couple outside was the last one and they�ve been sent home with today�s best fertility cocktail. So as of now, you have my full attention.� Reyna sat down and crossed her legs like a man. Her physician�s smock draped on her rather pronounced frontal curves.

�� I'm really glad you saw me because I have something to tell you that you won�t believe.� Robin whispered. She leaned forward and noticed instantly Reyna�s obvious glance at her tits. Robin shook her head and was amazed. Reyna�s love for big boobs was larger than most men�s.

�� Do tell,� Reyna asked as her eyes still lingered on her chest.

�� Okay� what I�m about to tell you will be hard to�� Robin couldn�t finish her story because Reyna wouldn�t stop staring at her boobs. �Umm- I think you�ve already noticed, but are you staring at my boobs for professional reasons or am I being too much of a tease?��

�� Reyna didn�t bat an eye as she leaned back and smiled. �You found some guy that does really good boob-jobs. I�m impressed. If you want I can do under the table referrals.�

�� No!� Robin blasted, �I didn�t. Listen� okay� I�m dating this guy who told me this story that I thought was a bunch of shit. You see he told me that when a woman swallows his cum, their boobs get bigger.�

�� Reyna's normally stern face cracked slightly as she let a slight smirk pass by her defenses. �Oh of course.� Reyna looked at the ceiling and punctuated her comments with solid motions with her hands. �You tell me you have to see me today and this is what you have to say.�

�� Yes. And there�s more. I have a sample of the guy�s stuff in my purse. Can you do tests on it to see what�s so special about it.�

�� Uh-hmmm. Take off your shirt and let me take a look. I still don�t believe you.�

�� Robin hid her annoyance for she knew what Reyna was up to. It made perfect sense that a woman who loved boobs as much as the average frat guy would work in a clinic where women of all types were required to get naked for her inspection. No wonder Reyna loved her job.

�� Robin removed the bulky top and placed it on the examination table. She sighed and then reached under her jet-black sports bra. With one deft movement she pulled it past her elbows and placed it next to her jogging top. She felt her boobs jiggle a few times before they settled. Reyna crouched as she examined her armpits and navel for the standard scars. While Robin waited she saw herself in the mirror. Her boobs looked big. It would require the average basketball player for a complete, full-handed grope, she thought.

Reyna placed Robin�s arms over her head and began to examine her tits with both hands. Robin tried to relax while her friend got her jollies.

�� It was then that the door opened and a very surprised young woman looked inside.

�� Dr. Atkins I wanted to tell you� Oh sorry!� The young woman stopped and her mouth opened in a silent �O�. Reyna and Robin looked over and waited for her to speak. No sound left the girl�s lips and she quickly slammed the door shut.

�� Don�t pay her any mind�� mumbled Reyna as she continued her examination. �She�s from a small farming hick town from Illinois. She still isn�t used to the big city. Probably thought you and I were going to do it on the table.�

�� Wonderful� Are you done yet?�

�� Yes,� Reyna sat back down. She looked unfazed but Robin noticed a slight puffiness underneath her shirt. �Those are your original boobs only bigger. So do you plan to tell me what you know?�

�� Reyna listened to Robin�s story and even wrote some notes. She was especially interested in where Dan served in the Peace Corp. She looked at the bag of slushy ejac and wrote a few more comments on her clipboard. She placed the small zip lock bag in a sample jar and secured it in a small cabinet inside the wall.

�� I�m starting to believe this story. I think I can have something tangible in the next few weeks. Which leads me to ask you this, are you still seeing Dan?�

�� Oh yes.�

�� Good, take this card. It has my e-mail and personal cell phone. Tell me everything about any changes no matter how trivial. What you have here is very interesting.�

�� And that�s all you want me to do. Keep going down on him and submit to you a weekly report.�

�� More than that. I might need him to come in here and give me a fresh sample.�

�� Oh, really?� beamed Robin, �That sounds fun.�

�� Dan looked at his watch. It was almost eight thirty. He waited outside the Ruby Napkin restaurant. This place was suit and tie all they way. He reached up and dug his index finger deep into his over starched collar. He didn�t want to think about what Robin would be wearing, something probably low cut and tight. He worried about her sensibility. She was starting to act weird just like his last girlfriend. She was calling him every night and many times she begged to come over. And each time she wanted to go down on him. He was doing fine with a few excuses here and there in order to get a little breathing room, but most times he caved in. He had no idea why she kept wanting more and more. She was getting so big.� In fact he noticed that many people were beginning to stare. And when they went out she never dressed conservatively. It was always skintight or cleavage galore.

To make matters worse, he had to be constantly on guard. Robin had this �thing� for him touching her in public. If Robin had an audience, she fond away of getting him to touch her in front of everyone. It was if she wanted the world to see how big she was. He worried how she acted when she was alone. Would one day he have to defend himself from a pack of big guys because she was such a tease.

�� Robin pulled into the parking lot and saw Dan obediently waiting at the front door. She snuck her car in the back parking lot and then made sure she looked perfect. Her fire red dress was custom made to show off every curve. The little sucker had cost her over 800 dollars but it was worth it because it made her look hot. She gave herself a double-handed adjustment to make sure her boys were in their proper place.

She had started wearing a minimizer bra. It was a necessary evil because of the sheer bulk she was acquiring. But when she was with Dan she had to be as huge as possible so he never doubted her story of wanting to be bigger. But getting bigger was secondary; all that mattered was the change.

She continued to get stronger. Even with her tits being as big as they were her back never ached. She never got tired; even with being on her feet all day. But that was far from the best part. She seemed to have won the battle against time. Wrinkles, body flaws, and other annoying little female issues were a thing of the past. Her looks were rapidly gaining the mystic glamour only found in post-treated photographs of pretentious women�s magazines.

�� She stepped out of her car and gave a downward tug on her dress. It had a tendency of riding up, which was something she had to be careful with because tonight she wasn�t wearing any underwear. She continued her little stroll towards the front where Dan was waiting. Her stronger hips and well amped ass worked in unforgiving tangent making the back of her dress impossible to ignore. A loud wolf whistle came from deep within the parking lot. Robin turned and gave the direction a harsh glare, but secretly she loved it. Men seemed unable to ignore her when dressed like this. She was temptation made a goddess. Which was perfect because this goddess needed her manna and tonight she was gonna have her fill.

�� Dan�s fears were made solid when he saw Robin strutting up to the front door. She was wearing some flashy red dress that looked like wet satin. It had a scooped out front and was skin tight everywhere except below the knees. He had a little trouble tearing his eyes away from her incredible figure. She let him take her arm and asked the hostess if they could take their seats. The young woman glared at Robin�s exhibitionist behavior, but Robin seemed to find her behavior funny. She acted like she was high giving weak little giggles at random moments. Their hostess, in a similarly tight black dress, continued her corrosive look. Robin looked down at the young girl�s chest then looked at hers. She puffed out and gave a smile of superiority. The young hostess' face grew tight and her knuckles white as she began her escort.

Their table was in the middle of the restaurant and Dan could feel the warm flush of countless looks from other tables. This seemed to intoxicate Robin even more prompting her put on a little show. She politely waited for Dan to pull out her seat. She made a big scene knocking over the delicate dinner coffee cup with one of her big boobs. She chuckled as she bent way over to retrieve the fallen cup thus flashing half the restaurant. Dan felt bright red circles blazing on his cheeks. Thankfully their waiter came and took their order. Dan noticed not once did his eyes ever leave Robin�s tits.

�� Robin sat chewing her pasta as she studied Dan eating his steak. He was reserved and hardly responded to her playful flirting. She even teased their waiter, and he still didn�t react. Tiny little flags of caution were beginning to pop up in Robin�s mind. It seemed that her worries were becoming sound.

�� So Danny� What do you say after a little dinner you and I have a little dessert�? Hmmm?� She added to the little ploy by leaning forward pressing her dress against the table making her ample bosom nearly spill out upon her plate. Dan looked back unmoved taking a sip from his iced-tea.

�� Robin I think we need to talk��

�� Robin sat at home face red, not with tears but from anger. Dan had pushed her away. She almost thought about doing an elaborate freak-out, but instead she opted to buy some time and played being hurt. It seemed to work as she watched guilt consume Dan. She was far from giving up. The next step was to leave a few hysterical messages on Dan�s answering machine. First though, she had to make a phone call.

�� Hello, Reyna�. We have a problem. I think our little fish is going to get away.�

�� Dan came home and winced. The red light on his machine almost flashed a steady red. No telling how many messages were on his machine. He opened himself a beer and sat down to listen.

�� Hello Danny� This is Robin� please listen. I�m really sorry� I just wanted to tell you that I could change. I guess I let things get out of control a little. Please don�t push me away. I�� Dan winced as her voice cracked and the message ended. It was the same theme for the next ten messages. There were also quite a few hang-ups. All this crap happened in three days. He knew what he had to do. He picked up the phone.

�� Robin heard the phone ring and her smile blackened as her caller id flashed the number. She let it ring two more times before picking it up.

�� Hello�� She said in weak voice. She was already pacing. It was an act, but if she wanted to play the part she had to play it well.

�� Dan almost hung up on the spot.

�Hi...It�s me.�

�� Hi.� She made her voice sound high pitched. She then let out a loud swallow that sounded like a click.

�� I'm calling to say we need to talk��

�� Robin now turned on the tears. She let out a small meek wail and waited for that simpleton to make his move. She half expected him to chicken out, but much to her surprise he didn�t and acted like man.

�� Listen, Robin� I�m sorry if I led you on but things are going in directions I never knew they would. I need some time to think.�

�� Robin lowered her sobbing a few notches and let out a few well-versed sniffles. She let her voice crack with a wet rasp when she spoke.��

�� Okay� I understand but we� I mean you and I we�� She let her voice crumble. She felt like she was on some daytime soap and this dim-bulb was buying it all. �I just need to know we might still have a chance.� She waited patiently for the reply. It was good he was taking so long. Even if he broke up now she still had a full bag of tricks to get him back even if it was short term.

�� Like I said, I need time to think� Bye�

�� Robin flung the phone hard across the room. Its crash and then feeble death beep hardly fazed her. She felt her whole body grow rigid as the thought of losing her fountain of eternal fem power slip from her fingers. It was far too much for her perfectionist psychosis to withstand. Dan would not get away. Not now� not ever. If he ran she would chase him. But for now she had to play it cool. It was time to use every little emotional trick she had in her arsenal. Dan would fall.

�

�� Dan struggled for a full week. He hoped the time apart might ground Robin�s out of control behavior. Three sets of expensive flowers arrived at his apartment, each with a note stating that she was thinking of him, always. He looked at the vibrant colors filling his little round table. The flowers were bright, but instead of being pleasing they looked like warning lights telling him to escape. He looked at one of the cards, half open. He could see her small little signature at the bottom corner. He nearly jumped when the phone rang. Dan�s fingers reached, but he didn�t pick up the receiver. He let the phone ring three times before his guilt compelled him to answer.

�� Hello��

�� Hi� Danny. It's good to hear from you. Have you had enough time to think?� Her voice sounded distant hollow, tired. Dan had no idea what to do. He felt trapped. Ghost metal jaws seemed to be getting tighter around his neck.

�� Yeah, but I still need a little more time. You know� take a little break� nothing serious but you know.�

�� Dan felt the thick silence over the other end, but when Robin spoke her voice was calm if somewhat detached.

�� I understand, but its Friday. A friend and I are going out for drinks. It won�t just be us� And you can leave any time. So what do you think?�

�� I�� Dan waited for a long time. His clock on the wall ticked the seconds off like thunder. His phone felt slippery in his hands.� �Sure I�ll be there at nine.�

�� Robin hung up the phone and licked her lips. She had a perfect outfit to wear, and if she could get Reyna to dress a little girly then her plan just might work.

�� It was a Friday night at a bland little sports bar. The place was called Tony�s Beer Hall and was run by a rather tall blonde named Tonya. It was a place that catered to the Lesbian crowd, and the three big screen TVs each had a women�s soccer game on. Robin and Reyna sat at an isolated table each with an untouched beer in front. Both women were doing a lot of talking.

�� So why are you and I here tonight?� Asked Reyna. She hadn�t taken an eye off of Robin since the second they had arrived. It really made sense because she was wearing a spaghetti Lycra black dress with an expensive leather coat. The effect was stunning and Reyna wasn�t the only woman at the bar checking her out.

�� We�re here to get you a fresh sample.�

�� And how are we going to do that?�

�� Simple, all you need to do is follow my lead and be a real slut.� Robin glared trying to get her to stop ogling at the thick cleavage deep within her dress.

�� Okay- I guess� and at what point in our date do you want to go back to the clinic?�

�� When ever Dan�s ready. I�ll give the signal. But are you sure no one�s there?�

�� Absolutely. My director only does a half-day on Friday, and by six the cleaning crew is gone. I can guarantee the place will be deserted and if not I can lock up all the rooms that you require.�

�� Good, and what about the tests?�

�� All conclusive. Your man, Dan, does have something going on in his semen. It seems that there is a complex biochemical reaction occurring at a hormonal level. Yet for some reason its permanent.� Reyna took the time to glance around forcing other wayward eyes back to the television screens. �As I predicted the �Holy Grail� tends to break down quickly and cannot survive being frozen. So its very important I get a fresh sample and test it quickly.�

�� No problem. That�s where a little threesome comes in. I�ll keep him distracted and you give him a hand job��

�� Simple enough�� Robin watched her friend twist her bottle of beer on the table. It was so obvious she didn�t look forward to that task, �So what does he look like?�

�� He�s tall, blond, and very well built.� She said casually then she saw him enter the bar. �Oh shit! Here he comes now. How do I look?�

�� Really fine�� Reyna exaggerated the comment by doing a visual once over only to return to Robin�s boobs.

�� Great�� Robin ignored the deep throaty complement from her friend. �Lets play this up so we can get what we want.�

�� Dan entered the bar and knew he did not belong. There were quite a few women but not a lot of men. The few men here were always coupled with two or more females. He tried to walk past the bar nonchalant, but he could feel the possessive looks following him. Then he saw Robin and her friend. He wanted to turn around and jet but she also had seen him. She was giving him an energetic wave. It looked as if her tits were going to spill out of the wispy dress. He took a deep breath and continued forward.

�� Hi Dan, I�m so glad you made it. Let me introduce you to my friend Reyna.�

�� Reyna reached over and griped his hand hard. A pretty waitress came over and Dan ordered a Michelob. If he was lucky all it would take was two beers and some lame chat then he could go home.

�� Dan sat in the back seat in total shock. He had no idea how he�d gotten himself into this mess. He was riding in an expensive Camry driving somewhere while Robin had her tits in constant contact with his arm. Her hand impishly played with the inseam in his slacks. Reyna was in the front keeping quiet. So far the drive hadn�t been a long one. He looked to his left and saw a compact building with only a security light on. He felt his chest seize up as the car slowly edged up into the parking lot.

Reyna parked the car in a lonely corner far from the eyes of passing traffic. The soft pulse of the engine was replaced by Robin�s needful breathing. The sounds of her exceptionally round chest brushing against the delicate fabric was almost deafening to Dan�s rational thought. Reyna opened the car door causing him to lurch from his seat. Robin�s fingers tightened.

�Thanks for coming�� Robin griped Dan tightly using her bulky front to keep him from moving. She began to slide out from the car letting her little black dress ride high up her leg. Dan�s eyes were helpless and followed the soft glimmer of Robin�s baby smooth legs. A strong tug pulled him from the car and across the parking lot. He didn�t feel in control of his body as he listened to Reyna fumble with a mass of similar looking keys. The door opened with a wet creak. Once inside, the hallway�s lights turned on in a progressive fashion and cold white light raced down the walls. To Dan it gave the impression of a giant smile opening up.

Reyna pointed to the end of the hall, and Robin nearly yanked Dan off his feet. The walls were spacious and cold. The lengthy corridors made it impossible for Dan to hear Reyna locking the door behind them.

��I�ve always wanted to do this, but I didn�t know how you�d react,� whispered Robin. She hugged Dan�s arm deep to her chest. She could feel her nipples pierce through the wimpy shelf bra and rub into Dan�s forearm. She knew he felt it too. �You�re not having any second thoughts?�

�� No� Just tell me what you want me to do and how to do it and�� Dan saw the gaping sterile white room and tensed. In the center was a stainless steel table with hard thick metal clamps. He could feel the perspiration forming on his stomach

�� Okay� We�re here�� added Robin with barely contained excitement. Reyna hadn�t said much but Robin could care less, this was business. �What I want you to do is put on this hospital gown after you strip down to your socks. No underwear okay?�

�� Then what�?�

�� That�s where I come in. I�m a nurse and I�m here to take a sample.� She gave Dan a playful tug to his groin. �Of course you�re a little nervous so I call in the doctor. That�s when things get a little fun. At that point just play along.�

�� That�s it? Nothing more? That�s all I do? I play along.�

�� Yes�� She leaned forward and pressed her lips firmly to his cheek trying to give him some simple sense of reassurance. �That�s all and do try to enjoy yourself.�

�� Uhmm.�

�� Dan watched the women leave the room. His throat was as sterile as the room. He saw the weak blue gown sitting on the long counter. He got undressed and tried to make the best of the gown situation. The thing barely covered his ass. It was really cold in here so it wouldn�t be hard for him to fake being nervous. He looked around the room for a chair, but there was none. He let out a defeated little sigh and got comfortable on the spooky looking table with the undesirable straps.

�� Robin closed the narrow door of their changing room with a gentle push of her butt. Reyna was already undressed and was removing her little costume from a small Fredrick�s of Hollywood bag. Robin had trouble keeping a lid on her excitement.

�� You�re all set on the plan.�

�� Don�t worry,� said Reyna pulling on some oily looking stockings. She expertly clipped the ends to a creamy white garter belt. �Dan won�t be the only one stimulated by our little show.�

�� Ha! I'm sure you�re right.� Robin reached into a small bag and pulled out her costume. A thin bulge of white material was all she had. She looked into the bag again to make sure she hadn�t missed anything. �You have got to be kidding.�

�� Look- you put me in charge of wardrobe so cope.�

�� But,� Robin let the small novelty dress unfurl. A small g-string fell back into the bag. It was a tiny nurse's outfit with a small hat included. She put the prunish dress across her naked front and gave Reyna a friendly �bullshit� smile; �I thought you�d have a handle on my size?�

�� Don�t worry, it�ll stretch.�

�� Robin let out an annoyed sigh and pulled the dress open. She slid it past her knees, then her hips, and when it reached her tits it resisted. Robin gave the dress a determined tug and for a split second it held. Then the front zipper ripped open and slid halfway down her front.

�� See!� demanded Robin. Reyna just smiled back. Robin knew she was enjoying this.

�� Reyna looked at her friend�s predicament. She had finished tucking her boobs in a super padded white bra. Robin had to admit she pulled the look off well.

�� Lie on the table and I�ll help.�

�� Robin lay on a small table, the kind with the crinkly white paper. Reyna grabbed the teardrop zipper and gave it a little tug. As soon as it came close to her tits it stopped.

�� Blow out a little.� Asked Reyna. She leaned forward to improve her grip on the zipper.

�� Robin did and let the air out of her lungs. Reyna deftly pulled up the zipper across her resisting boobs. It seemed to be holding. Yet Robin felt Reyna�s tits resting on hers and she tried to keep the annoyance from her face. Robin got off the table and tried to tug her dress a little higher. It didn�t budge an inch.

�� We�d better get going I don�t want our little guinea pig to get scared and run off.� Robin reached again into her bag and pulled out an impossibly small chip-thong. The undergarment had barely enough fabric to cover her thumb. She slid the three pieces of string up her legs and tried to get it properly adjusted.

�� You�re the boss,� mumbled Reyna as a bright flash of color developed on her cheeks.

�� Dan�s teeth were clattering so hard he didn�t hear the door open. He watched as Robin slid through the narrow gap. The soft push of fabric being dragged across the wooden frame made Dan�s hands tense in his lap. He took one look at Robin and started to doubt his hesitation. She looked so hot. She was wearing a skintight nurse�s outfit that could barely cover her pussy or her tits. It was pristine white with a barely visible zipper running down its front. The dress looked two sizes too small forcing her boobs to half spill out, making her look like and over filled ice-cream cone. But what drove him truly crazy was the little white hat she wore in her tightly bundled hair. Robin swaggered up with an empty clipboard. If Dan remembered his lines right she should say something about now.

�� So mister...� she paused to try and take a deep breath. The fabric of the dress resisted unconditionally, and all that occurred was a dry creak. She quickly gave up and continued the scene, �Smith... It says here in your file that you seem to be having trouble?�

�� Yes� I�m having� you know� performance problems.�

�� Oh- that�s too bad. But I think I might have a solution.�

�� Robin yanked the zipper to her navel causing her breasts to push the tight dress wide open. The dress dropped to the floor. Robin kicked it to the side and drew close. She leaned forward, her hard nipples getting caught on the fabric of Dan�s hospital gown. She gave Dan a long, hungry kiss. And as per instructions Dan eagerly placed his hands on her exposed butt pulling her in. Dan�s fingers couldn�t help but toy with the thin strap of her thong. This made Robin grin through their wet kisses. They made out for a few more minutes before she stopped and pouted.

�� Nothing?� she said sadly.

�� I�m sorry nurse, nothing,� replied Dan even though he had a flagpole sticking out from his lap.

�� I see� I should get the doctor.�

�� Robin removed herself from his lap and half attempted to put on the fallen dress, but her boobs wouldn�t let her. She turned around and left the room. Only to be followed in by her friend that was playing the doctor.

�� Reyna was wearing a huge lab coat equipped with the standard pair of front pockets filled with pens, tongue depressors, and a stethoscope. Her hair sparkled with a thick helping of hair gel. Her glasses were thick and appeared to be made out of the hard black plastic found in 50-cent combs. She had a much larger clipboard and tapped a small ballpoint pen against the metal clip. She drew closer and gave Dan�s throbbing bulge a detached examination.

�� I see your concern, nurse, lifeless as a piece of bologna. It seems we have to do some drastic measures.�

�� Agreed, Doctor.�

�� What happened next made Dan�s jaw hit the floor. The doctor tore off her lab coat revealing a thick white bra with matching garter. The doctor wasn�t wearing any panties. Reyna then pounced on Robin. Dan watched in amazement when he saw them both lock in a sultry embrace. The doctor�s lips found Robin's and they loudly kissed. Dan heard the wet noises and their intensity seemed to inflame his primal need. He remained perfectly still as delicate hands glided past soft curved flesh. Perfectly round boobs mashed together like erotic taffy as all three let out a low moan. His hands were white knuckled on the cold steel table, and he didn�t blink an eye when the Doctor�s white bra ended up on his head.

�� Nurse�� Reyna said through flushed lips and hot cheeks. �I think our patent is ready.�

�� Agreed, Doctor.�

�� Dan had forgot that he was about to explode out of his thin robe. Robin kneeled and pushed his frock past his lap. The doctor finished the gesture by pulling over his head.

�� Dan watched the frock hit the floor and waited to see what would happen next. The sound of the leg stirrups clamping around his ankles made him jump.

�� What? Hold up...� he begged but Robin already had his legs secured. She leaned forward and whispered calm words into his ear.

�� Relax...� she rubbed his bare chest in attempt to get him to sit back down, �You�re not frightened?�

�� A little...� he said as he felt the doctor push his legs far apart, �You didn�t tell me this was going to happen.�

�� I know. It was Reyna�s idea.� Both women smiled. �No need to worry. You have you�re arms free. We�re doing this to keep you from falling on the floor.�

�� Dan relaxed a little and watched both women walk to his wide-open legs. He heard Reyna give an tsk-tsk noise. He tried to get comfortable and rested his head in the neck guard. What happened next nearly made him loose his mind.

�� Dan heard a soft spitting sound and then felt a pair of warm slippery hands touching his inner thighs. The fingers slowly inched closer and closer to his private parts making him rock hard in seconds. Their hands worked in perfect unison, with one pair of hands working his balls and the other hands working his tip. He didn�t care. Nothing mattered anymore... He closed his eyes tight and let the narcotic sensations of wet fingers sliding along him ascend his senses. Robin could tell Dan was almost ready. She slid her fingers across guarding chest muscles, as his body was tight with need. She gave Reyna the �go-ahead� as she climbed the table and straddled Dan. She popped the delicate string of her thong and smiled at Dan�s surprised expression.

�� Shaved pussy, you�re favorite? No...� She cooed while she inched closer and closer to Dan�s shocked face. He didn�t say a word and his tongue eagerly came out to taste Robin�s intimate treat.

�� Reyna looked upon with envy as Robin placed her wet cooter deep into his face. The geek obediently began to please her and she arched her back in approval. Robin�s boobs were so large now that she had no trouble watching them quiver back and forth. Robin now exceeded her own size and she wondered if she too should start sampling from their subject. She realized she was taking too long on her task, thus allowing the subject too long a period of enjoyment. It was time to get her sample.

��Reyna dropped a large dribble of spit on her boobs and rubbed them wet. Her hands found his trembling cock and she pulled him deep within her cleavage. Robin�s inner thighs muffled Dan�s moans but Reyna knew the man couldn�t last much longer. Then she felt it start to happen.

Dan�s body became rigid and she could feel the spasms ride down his long shaft. She tried to pull away but it was too late. Dan exploded and Reyna felt her chest being saturated by sticky pearl-colored goo that sprayed from his tip. She was covered from chin to nipple as he tirelessly continued to pump and pump. Robin looked back and started giggling while Reyna flapped her arms in disgust. She jumped up and ran to the adjacent lab. Robin then looked at Dan wondering if he had noticed, but it didn�t matter, Dan was out cold.

��

�� Robin followed Reyna into the lab and saw she had already started. She was still naked with small remains of Dan still dripping off her tits.

�� Did you get enough sample?� she said half jokingly.

�� Sure did. Why didn�t you warn me that asshole was going to dump a whole shake on me?� argued Reyna. She glanced back and noted with disgust that Robin had put on her bulky lab coat.

�Sorry, I should have warned you about his capacity.�

�� I guess it was a good thing. I have more than enough for multiple samples. But what about him?�

�� He�s taking a nap. We kind of wore him out.��

�� Tell me about it. As of now he�s your responsibility. You take him home.��

�� No problem. Can I use your car?�

�� Bingo�� interrupted Reyna. Robin quickly looked at her friend's computer screen half expecting to see some flashing icon, but the screen was full of green letters consisting of T,C,G,� and� A.

�� Did you find it?�

�� Yes, it�s as obvious as a jizz stain. A man�s ejaculation fluid is mostly sugars and simple saturation fluid, for the little guys. Right in the middle of this soup is six complex proteins of massive ionic folding.�

�� Can you reproduce it?�

�� Probably not.� She mumbled. A few taps from the keyboard filled the computer screen with strange symbols that were unreadable to Robin. �These things are like a ball of yarn. It will be impossible to unraveled with the equipment I have available.�

�� Shit, looks like I've got to go to plan B.�

�� Plan B?� asked Reyna as she turned to face a madly grinning Robin.

�� Dan awoke to the gentle push from Robin. He was sitting in her friend's Camry at the entrance to his apartment.

��We�re home.� She said.

�� Dan looked over at Robin and saw that she had changed clothes. She was now wearing a loose t-shirt and baggy jeans. He looked at the car clock and saw that it was three in the morning. He�d been asleep for almost four hours, and he still felt exhausted.

�� Where?�

�� We're at your apartment. Reyna wanted to thank you for such a good time.��

�� Reyna?��

�� My friend silly, she said you were great and if we ever wanted another three-way give her a call.��

�� Three�right�� He mumbled as the wild memories came back into clear focus. �Robin, can you help me to my apartment? I�m dead tired.��

�� Oh? No round two?� She said disappointed. Dan noticed her nipples were piercing through the folds of the tee shirt.

�� No. I've got to get some sleep and then I�ll get my car.��

�� I can pick you up and help you get it.��

�� That�s all right. I�m very busy tomorrow. Got a lot to do Saturday but, maybe we can do something that night?�

�� Okay�� she said dully. She unhooked both their seatbelts and helped him out of the car. Dan made it to his front door and wished Robin a good night after which he locked the door and passed out on the floor.

��

�� It was almost a week later and Dan was thankful it was Friday and five o�clock. He entered his apartment with the usual weekend abandon until he saw the flashing red light on his answering machine. He did his usual things such as dropping his coat on the floor, changing out of his work cloths, and then sitting on the couch with a cold bottle of cheap beer. He pondered if he was even going to check his machine. He hadn�t bothered since Wednesday and, he questioned Robin�s state of mind- just how many messages one person could leave in just 48 hours? Before he turned on his little television he pressed the play button.

�� You have 35 messages,� the machine chirped. Dan immediately hit stop. 35 Messages?� It was impossible and very scary. He then pulled up a small chair and faced the small black box with its eerie single crimson eye�

�� Hi, Dan� Just calling to say I had a really great time last Friday. You up for it again?� -Click- �Hi, Dan, just thought I'd call.� -Click- �Hi- I guess I was just thinking about you.� -Click-. Dan started to hit fast forward as a pattern started to develop. The quick chipmunk voice made Robin�s desperation that much more plain. He had to dump her and he had to dump her quick.

�� Robin was sitting on her couch talking to Reyna over the phone. It seemed that Reyna�s original diagnosis was dead on. What was in Dan spoo was too complex to synthesize, and he was the only available source. The good news was that Reyna�s contact in South America might have a lead on Dan�s so called witch doctor.

�� So let me get this straight,� stated Robin coolly. She was wearing nothing more than a pale baby doll robe. It was the only thing sexy �she had that could fit her properly any more. Everything else had a tendency to ride way up because of her huge tits pushing so far out. �You�re having doubts about my ranch idea? Hold up, I have another call�� She pushed the transfer button and was rather surprised to find that it was Dan.

�� Uh� Hi,� he managed as his voice nearly crackled with apprehension. Robin quickly went into extreme hurt mode as her smile deepened.

�� Oh Hi Dan!� she added with a modest level of breathlessness. �It�s so good to hear from you� what�s up?�

�� Not much. Say how about you and I go out to that really nice Italian place out on Fourth and Main?�

�� Oh? You mean Florence of Italy.�

�� That�s the one. How about you meet me there at 8:30?�

�� Okay� That sounds fun�� She expertly removed the fear from her voice and put in a subtle hint of giddiness. She must not give a thing away. �Anything in particular you�d like me to wear?�

�� Anything you wear looks great, so I�ll see you at 8:30?�

�� Right!� Robin listened to the disconnect with grim satisfaction. He seemed completely clueless. It was so obvious that he was going to give her the boot, except that no man gave her the boot until she was done with him. She then returned to her call with Reyna. �Hi� sorry for the delay. It seems that plan B is ripe for action. You have the special little undergarment I asked for� right? Perfect, because I just got the papers for the warehouse in Mexico City�no questions asked.

�� Dan sat at the table hoping the nervous perspiration didn�t show through his old sport jacket. He had gone all out wearing brand new slacks, a dry-cleaned shirt, and silk clover colored tie. The dark gray cashmere sport coat still looked good even though it was five years old. For some reason it felt essential to be dressed nice for their break-up dinner. All during the drive he had practiced his �Dump� speech. It consisted of the standard, �Its not you� I know it�s not working� I can�t keep dragging you along�� It was all very short and sweet, yet he still had second thoughts. Why was he suffering from so much guilt if this was the right thing?

�The waiter had dropped by three times asking him if he wanted to see a menu. He drove the guy off with a rapid flick of his hand. Yet the guy always seemed to fill his water glass. If she didn�t get he soon he�d end up going to the bathroom six times. Then he noticed a reaction in the front of the restaurant� She was here.

�� Robin entered the quiet little restaurant with silent restraint. Her teeth flashed a crocodile smile as she sensed her prey. Tonight she was wearing all back except for the bright crimson push up bra and microscopic thong that was nothing more than a loop and small handkerchief. An Italian designer made her dress who wasn�t gay and who knew just how to flatter a woman�s silhouette, especially one of her proportions.

�The dress cinched to her waist and upper buttocks but then quickly grew loose and flowed like an antique ballroom dress. Yet it was far from conservative having a long slit running down her left side laced with translucent fabric that showed off every inch of her thigh with each stride. But the true craftsmanship was its simple ability to show everything but reveal nothing. When she wore this dress it did not mask the fact she was huge. All it took was a simple lean or gesture to bring the stormy cloud of obscurement into clear proportions. Everything about her was perfect, she knew it, and all those in the restaurant knew it.� From her precisely styled hair that flowed perfectly across her bare neck, to her rich maroon lipstick, perfectly blended amber eye shadow, she even shaved her legs and wore Dan�s favorite body musk- Dan�s was hers by right.

�� Dan swallowed hard when he saw Robin make her entrance. She hadn�t held anything back and now he had no idea if he was sweating from guilt, fear, or simple need. She looked so good. He always loved it when she wore black and tonight that�s all she wore. His expert eyes spotted the faint outline of a thong against the liquid tight dress, and he desperately wanted to know what color it was. Then he caught sight of her boobs, and he knew that things had gotten out of control. Dan considered himself a normal guy�and normal guys liked big boobies. But Robin was too big. Even though the dress was not tight across her chest he could see her tits were larger than her head. He found it hard to believe that he was a little intimidated by her big boobs. Everything male, from a sixty nine year old sugar daddy to an innocent fifteen-year-old boy, tried to swipe a glance unnoticed. But each one failed completely as their bugging eyes were a certification of their guilt.

�� Robin took her seat at his table and the waiter was back in thirty seconds with a pair of menus. Dan was a little annoyed at the perfect service they received and the constant solicitation of the wine menu. She didn�t seem to mind all the attention one bit.

His mind didn�t stay focused at the dinner nor did his eyes linger on Robin�s gorgeous form. He was about to commit a necessary evil, something he had to do. Robin seemed to be doing all of the talking, but it really didn�t matter. All he could focus on was the delicate window of opportunity in which he received the check and tell Robin it was over.

�� Robin enjoyed every second of the meal. Her narrow black purse was armed with her pager and cell-phone. Seven numbers were on speed dial allowing her to command for any such contingency of this encounter. She had Reyna in reserve as well as three big linebacker types waiting in an unmarked van by Dan�s humble car just in case. It was to late for Dan, he was already in her net.

�� Dan picked at his artsy little dessert and felt like a bug in a jar. It seemed as if Robin never blinked, her eyes wide with wonder and desire. His throat felt dry and his dick semi-heard from such a glance. He�d catch the occasional exaggerated deep breath, which made her dress whisper seductively. It was a sound only he could hear; it was all for him.

They ate their dinner with mild conversation. Dan couldn�t help but feel giddy. Their table seemed to be spinning faster and faster around the restaurant making everything a wet blur. Yet Robin remained clear. She was so damn beautiful. The waiter placed the thick leather binder down bringing everything to a rigid halt. His hands reached for the check entombed in the black case. He did the customary glance at the bill. It was time; he had to do it now.

�� Robin, we need to talk.�

�� Robin heard the phrase she was so expecting and expertly put on her relationship theatrical mask. She then counted to twenty-five very slowly.

�� I think it�s time for us to move on. I find you so very beautiful,� This part wasn�t a lie and his eyes couldn�t shift from Robin�s massive front. She was holding her breath making him nearly forget his next words, �but it�s just� this isn�t going to last forever��

�� All the patrons of the restaurant put down their knives and spoons and glasses. In the center of the floor a small wail bubbled over the polite conversation then it quickly mushroomed into stormy sobbing. A plain dressed young man was nearly falling out of a chair as a stunning woman lunged forward clinging desperately to his coat sleeve. A half full glass of wine fell off their table and stained the floor. Thick painful tears rolled off the young woman�s face as the young man looked as if he wanted to jump out of a window.

��

�What the heck is wrong with you!� demanded Dan in a barely contained whisper.

�� I...I�I.� Sobbed Robin as she tried to keep hold of Dan's slightly thrashing sleeve.

�� Look! Lets just pay the bill and finish this out side.�

�� Robin didn�t even answer. She let go and reached into her purse and pulled out five fifty-dollar bills. They were crisp and the money crunched when Robin folded them neatly in half. She placed it calmly in the center of the table and then her fingers began to claw back towards Dan�s coat sleeve.

Dan looked amazed, that kind of money was huge overkill for the dinner. That bastard of a waiter was probably going to walk out with a sixty-dollar tip, he thought. But he didn�t care because Robin 's lower lip was beginning to bulge again. He had to get out fast before she lost it again.

�� Dan escorted her out the front and was amazed at all the non-casual looks they got as they passed by. All the women looked disgusted. Yet the men were a blend - from simple amazement to extreme longing as if he had just thrown away a bag full of money. If any man wanted this psycho, he could have her. Because when they got outside he would be done with her.

�� Dan escorted her to his car. It was a quiet and lonely place. He was going to say good-bye and slam the door on her face. All during their walk she never stopped touching him. They looked like siblings fighting, their arms thrashing in heated emotion. Dan finally caught sight of his car and put more speed in his stride. Robin would grab anything in a desperate attempt to slow him down.

He walked to the driver�s side and placed himself rigid facing Robin. Her eyes, face, and motions pleaded as she struggled with the words. Her hands reached for anything: his face, arms, shoulders, and waist� The desperation in her trembling fingers was painful to feel. Yet he was sick of it all.� He put his hands in his pockets and clamped his fingers tightly around his keys.

�� For the last time�Stop!� Dan commanded as he pushed off her groping fingers from his face. �Stop making a fucking big scene. This is really making me sick. I said it was over and doing this changes nothing.�

�� I�m sorry�� Robin pleaded with a sob. Her face was blotchy from her hysterics. Yet she didn�t give up. �I just� I can�t have it end like this. Not like this. I need something more than a good-bye. I need to have you just one more time.�

�� Forget it!�

�� No please�� She begged. Her arms being refused a place on him found themselves wrapped tightly around her body. �I..�

�� Look!� Then Dan�s eyes caught sight of something. With all of Robin�s theatrics her dress had slipped from her shoulder showing a bright crimson strap. His resolve withered as his mind thought about seeing that fiery red bra. He knew Robin and everything matched. The thought of seeing her wearing a tight little red thong weakened him. �Fine! You win! One last time.��

�� Oh, thank you. Thank you�But.�

�� We�ll do it in my car then you leave.�

�� Yes.�

�� Dan keyed his right car door open. He could feel Robin�s need flickering on his back like a bad halogen light. He really didn�t care anymore. He didn�t care if anyone saw, watched, or did anything. He made himself comfortable in the passenger seat pushing it way far back and tilting the headrest as far as it would go. Robin waited obediently outside for him to finish the adjustments. He made eye contact giving her permission to enter. Robin�s hands trembled as she reached forward and placed nervous fingers on his exposed throat. Dan barely felt her touch, for his eyes were somewhere else.

�� He watched as her boobs struggled within the loose material. Her shallow rapid breaths caused her boobs to pulse in a rhythmic pattern. It was a game of hide and seek as her dress shifted and obscured her mammoth boobs.�

She closed the door and the whole car was filled with her scent. His hands found her hips. He gently guided her butt on his dash. This was not the roomiest of places for sex, but Dan didn�t care. All he wanted was to bring his hands up higher and higher. He was getting what he wanted on all accounts; instant gratification and a means of letting her go.

�� Unzip me.� She pleaded through their pressed lips as her tongue looked for any opening. She found none. Dan�s arms robotically reached forward and found the hidden zipper. He pulled, listening to the dual sound of her moan and the thick gurgle of the zipper. Her dress fell from her shoulders and bunched around her hips. Her chest was flushed but it a paled compared to the bra.

�� The bra amazed Dan. It was a deep red- the kind you find on the stained glass windows at church when the morning sun shines through. A mirage of flowers flowed across the garment as Robin's rapid breaths made his vision shimmer. ��

The car windows were starting to fog. Thin spaghetti straps were the only force keeping that marvel on her torso. He knew the delicate straps begged to be removed so her confined boobies could be free. Breasts that needed to be touched, caressed, and nibbled upon. His left hand found its way to her shoulder through the obscuring barrage of passionate kisses. His thumb discovered the front strap with its tiny buckle and his forefinger found the top pulled tight across her shoulder. He took a moment to explore the delicate region where skin and cloth combined forming a pleasurable sensation on his fingertip. It only took a gentle nudge for the strap to surrender its task slipping submissively to her exposed elbow. The right cup puckered and a charged nipple wiggled free. It looked fat with arousal and soon his hand was flowing down her right shoulder to the prize beneath.

�� Robin stopped his hand and drove it deep into the folds of her crumpled dress, past the delicate red cloth that spanned across her lower navel. She placed his left hand deep within herself and it met no resistance as her slippery pussy took it obediently. She gasped as he expertly found her favorite spot.

�� Dan was now lost. He didn�t even see Robin take the fallen strap and place it securely on her shoulder. All he could feel was a soft pleading bosom press firmly against his face with expertly positioned cleavage caressing his lower lip. He heard her desperate moans as she pushed his hand deeper inside of her. His mind was at a lost to explain how she had managed to unbuckle his belt. Her hand found his rock hard member, which she used to pull herself closer. Her boobs kept being pressed further and further, pushing harder and harder against his face.

Then all the pleasure was gone. A cold bitter feeling engulfed him as a chemical cold tore at his face. He couldn't breathe, and yet Robin didn�t move. His mind was lost to the fact that even as he choked out the harsh fumes she continued to press harder and harder until all he felt was the pressure. His vision swam red, full with giant tits that seemed to swallow the world.

Part II Coming Soon.....