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Bill and Greg, best friends
since childhood, sat under the bright sun of Spring’s first really warm
day. They’d met for lunch at a fashionable uptown café, and
during a lull in the conversation Bill fortified himself. His
sister Jackie had been pestering him to fix up Greg with her friend
Trisha, who had been suffering from a prolonged lack of decent male
companionship. Jackie thought Greg was attractive and a great
guy, and she was determined to play matchmaker.
Bill cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I have to ask
you something.”
Greg knitted his brow. “What.”
“Jackie has this girlfriend, and she was wondering if, uh, you might
be interested in taking her out.”
“Oh shit. The last blind date you set me up with was
that Bulgarian girl with the mustache. I don’t know which
made it harder for me to understand her, the thick accent or the hare
lip.”
“Look, I’m truly sorry about that whole thing. I
wouldn’t ask except that Jackie will keep badgering me until I
do. It’s the only way I can shut her up!”
“Gee. I didn’t think anything would do
that. Okay; what’s this woman like?”
“Well, she’s actually a dynamite girl. Got a beautiful
face, a great personality, fun to be with. . .”
“Wait a minute—what’s this ‘beautiful face’ and ‘great personality’
stuff? What is she—250, 300 pounds? More?”
“I didn’t say she was fat, I said she was pretty!”
“No. You said she has a, quote, beautiful face.”
“She does!”
“People say a fat girl has a ‘beautiful face’. Slender
girls are just plain ‘beautiful’.”
“Well, she’s not fat.”
“What is it, then?”
“What is what?”
“I know you, man. You’re beating around the
bush. If you want me to go out with this woman, I’ll have to
know the nature of the bush you’re beating around.”
“Well, it’s not like a bad thing; she’s got really big tits,
is all.”
Greg looked at him blankly. “Wait a minute.
Reality check, here. Were you absent the day they covered
tits?”
“What do you mean?”
“Listen carefully, Bill,” Greg said as he looked his friend sternly
in the eye. “Big tits good. Big tits very
good!”
“Look, I know you’re into this big breast thing, but this is
different. Trisha’s boobs are huge.”
Greg took off his sunglasses. “No shit? Exactly
how big is she?” Greg asked, not daring to hope.
Bill stared at the table top. “Incredibly
big. Not your common everyday set of incredibly big boobs,
mind you. Hers are the size of the fuckin’
Hindenberg. She could wear a turtle neck sweater and show
cleavage,” he whined, shaking his head. “But she really is a
neat person. Just between you and me, I think Jackie’s
right—you two would probably get along really well. Anyway,
no pressure from me. I’m just trying to make Jackie
happy. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize, my poor demented friend,” Greg said as he
mockingly placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder. “You see, I have
certain health needs—needs that are best fulfilled by a woman with
extremely large breasts. If you were a big tit lover like me,
you’d understand that no woman’s bosom could ever be too
big. It’s simply not possible.”
“Hmf. Well, can I help it if I’m a leg man?”
“Legs are good. And she’s a nice girl?”
“Terrific! Seriously.”
“Nice girl, beautiful face, incredibly big tits. Is she
bald?”
“No!”
“Wanted by the police?”
“Nothing like that. The size of her breasts is the only
thing.”
“You really should get professional help, William.
What’s her name?”
“Patricia Stewart.”
“Mustache?”
“Nope.”
“Sure, I’ll take her out.”
Greg flattened his hand-drawn map on the passenger seat next to him,
dividing his attention between it and the road. He’d called
Patricia to introduce himself and confirm their date. She was
nice to talk to on the phone (though Greg would have given anything for a
video phone at the time). Her apartment was about twenty
minutes away and as he drove, Greg’s mind was in a swirl. For
years he and Bill had enjoyed their good-natured arguments about bust
size; Greg always sang the virtues of big bosoms, while Bill denounced the
fixation as infantile. However, in all that time Greg had not
revealed how truly extreme his passion for big breasts was.
Since he was a young teen he had loved to fantasize about truly gigantic
mammaries of outrageous proportions. As he followed the
directions on the map Bill had drawn for him, he mumbled to himself that
at least it would be interesting to see if Bill’s definition of
“incredibly big boobs” was anything close to his own. As his
imagination ran wild, he tried to hold down his expectations.
Greg pulled into the lot at Trisha’s apartment and checked himself
one last time in the rear view mirror before getting out to search for her
address. She lived on the ground floor of her building and it
didn’t take him long to find the right door. He knocked and
quietly cleared his throat. Soon the pinpoint of light
shining through the peep hole winked out and a muffled voice said, “Who is
it?”
“Greg Martin. We have a date?”
“Hi Greg!” her pleasant, musical voice chimed. She swung
the door wide saying, “I’m Trisha Stewart,” and extended her hand to
him. He took it and returned her greeting, nearly losing his
composure at what he saw. Without a doubt, Trish had the
biggest bust he had ever seen on any woman! Her boobs were
unbelievably huge, jutting out from her torso like fat round beach
balls. Though she was conservatively dressed, her bosom was
simply too huge to be anything less than hopelessly
conspicuous. Greg had to admit that Bill was right:
this woman’s boobs were incredibly big. ‘The bigger the
better’ was Greg’s philosophy, and he was crazy about these enormous
beauties.
She invited him in and they chatted easily for a time that passed
swiftly and pleasantly. “Well, what would you like to do this
evening?” Greg asked finally.
“Oh, whatever—I’m not hard to please.”
“Do you like Chinese food?”
“Love it.”
“Ever been to Lee Ho Wook’s?”
“No, I haven’t, but I’ve heard it’s really good.”
Greg could not stop being flabbergasted by the size of Trisha’s
breasts. In the car on the way to the restaurant she had to
move her seat back because her bust was so big it was pressing into the
dashboard. (Greg intended to lick that part of the dashboard
clean at a later time.) When they arrived, heads turned all across
the dining room as they were being shown to their table. As
he held Trisha’s chair out for her to sit, he suddenly realized she had to
sit farther away than other women, and he quickly repositioned it.
When the waiter came to take their order and noticed Trisha’s
spectacular abundance, the look on the young man’s face was so comical
that Greg had to look away to keep from laughing at him.
Other patrons craned their necks to steal a look at Trisha’s amazingly
huge bosom: Greg was struggling not to look.
As the evening progressed, they grew more comfortable with each
other’s company and began genuinely having a good time. Each
enjoyed the other’s sense of humor and they had fun talking and
laughing. During the meal the topic turned to movies, and
they discovered they’d both been wanting to see one particular movie that
was playing, so they decided to go see it together after dinner.
The film was enjoyable, though they both agreed it wasn’t quite as
good as the advertisements made it seem, as usual. On the way
back they stopped at a 24-hour donut place. Sitting over
decaffeinated coffee and fresh glazed donuts, Greg was unable to prevent
his gaze from occasionally gravitating to Trisha’s enormous bosom,
rejoicing in its unbelievable size and admiring its gentle
undulations. He looked up to her eyes after one one such
delicious glance and saw that she’d noticed him. Without
looking away, he smiled sheepishly and said, “I’m sorry,
Trish. Please don’t be offended.”
Her face gave him no indication of her feelings as she said, “I’m
only offended by disrespect. I’ve had some unpleasant
experiences in the past simply because of the size of my
bust. Some men seem to think that just because I’ve got big
boobs, that means I’m only a sex toy.”
Greg liked Trish a lot and had no desire to offend her.
“I know that was really crude of me, but I promise I was ogling you with
nothing but complete respect.”
This had the desired effect of amusing Trisha, and the tension was
disarmed. “I can handle that,” she said
good-naturedly.
The remainder of the evening continued very pleasantly, and Greg
managed to exercise a reasonable amount of self-discipline.
They were enjoying themselves so much that it was nearly one-thirty in the
morning before either of them noticed the time. They were
both expecting it to be only about midnight. Greg drove her
home and walked her to her door. He accepted her light kiss
and did not press for more, even though his entire body wanted to throw
this delightful woman to the ground and ravish her thoroughly.
Trisha shut the door behind her and strolled slowly into her
apartment. What an adorable man, she remarked silently
to herself. A gentleman, too. In truth she was
flattered at his interest in her boobs, since she considered them to be
her biggest asset. Too many times she’d been taken to bed
just so the guy could say he’d once fucked a woman with giant tits, and
she would never hear from him again. She probably would have
let Greg have her that night if he’d asked (she’d been feeling pretty darn
horny) but the respect and consideration he’d shown her throughout the
evening thrilled her. He didn’t seem like the kind of man who
would turn out to be a one-night-stand. She had high
hopes. We’ll see.
Greg drove toward his own home, thinking, What a delightful,
beautiful woman, and what an incredible set of tits she has. This
could lead to big things. Then he moaned at his own unintended
double entendre. Big things indeed. A couple of
amazingly big things. That night as he lay in bed, his closed
eyelids became movie screens for images of Trisha’s gigantic jiggling
bosom bouncing before him. He couldn’t help but undress her
there in his mind and imagine those mammoth mammaries swinging
free. The fantasy persisted until he yielded to its
temptation so he could sleep.
The next day at work he was so consumed by thoughts of her that he
could hardly keep his mind on business. After struggling
through the day, he called her almost as soon as he got home.
However, she wasn’t there yet, so he left a message on her machine that
he’d call her later. She was delighted to get the message,
and more so when he called back.
“I wanted to tell you what a good time I had last night,
Trish.”
“I sure did too.”
“I’m glad.” An awkward silence ensued for a moment,
after which they both laughed at themselves. “I’ve been
wanting to talk to you all day, and now I’m mute as a schoolboy.”
“Yeah, me too. I’m glad you called. I’ve
been thinking about you, too.”
“I know we have a date for this Friday night,” he said as Trisha
suddenly braced herself for a letdown, “but can we insert an additional
date before then, like say tomorrow night?”
She suddenly felt much better and said yes without a second
thought.
During the following couple of weeks they went out frequently, like
addicts seeking a fix. They enjoyed each other’s company so
much that the rest of the world faded into the background.
On one Friday night date, Greg was thrilled when Trish wore something
low cut for the first time since they’d been dating. The
neckline was not extremely daring, revealing just the beginning of her
cleavage and the topmost swelling of her magnificent bosom, but it
certainly got his attention. Greg wondered if she might be
giving him a signal.
After they ate, they went to a movie that turned out to be so bad
they decided to walk out rather than waste any more time. As
they strolled across the parking lot to Greg’s car, he asked, “So what do
you want to do now?”
After a moment of pondering, she perked up and announced, “I
know. I want to show you a special place. Let’s
go back to my apartment.”
Greg was happy to oblige, and soon they were pulling into the parking
lot of her apartment complex. They got out of the car,
holding hands and chatting intimately as they strolled toward her building
through the cool night air. Instead of going to the front
door, she took him around a wooden privacy fence and unlocked a gate that
opened onto a delightful little private garden. Water played
in a small fountain among the beds of flowers and ivy, with leafy vines
hanging down everywhere in the garden. She explained that
they were now on her patio, and invited him to sit with her on a concrete
bench.
“I didn’t realize this was back here. It’s beautiful!”
“Thanks. I have what they call a garden
apartment. I love working with plants.”
“Did you landscape all this?”
“Most of it. Some was here when I moved in.”
“This is great! What a relaxing place to be.”
“Thanks. I like it too.”
As they sat beside one another chatting, Greg noticed that the front
of her neckline had opened up just enough to reveal a thrilling partial
view of her great bosom and the sprawling brassiere that restrained
it. He was having trouble keeping his eyes from gluing
themselves upon the exquisite sight, but he forced himself to look
away: a heroic act that did not go unnoticed.
Trisha smiled at him and took his hand. “Don’t worry
about it, Greg. It’s only natural. I get stared
at a lot and I’m used to it. You’ve been a true gentleman
ever since we met and I’m having more fun than I’ve had in a long
time.”
“Me too. In spite of my being rude.”
“I’m not offended. They’re so darn big, I guess it’s
hard not to look at them. I’d probably look too if I’d
never seen a girl with boobs the size of mine. But you
weren’t rude, Greg. I can tell a look of deep reverence,” she
said smiling, “and actually that makes me feel good, coming from
you.”
“Thanks for saying that. It must get old, though, having
people gawk at you all the time.”
“Well, I could do without the crude jokes and comments.
On the other hand, sometimes when I look in the mirror, I can’t believe it
myself. But the truth is, I don’t mind at all if you
look at my breasts, Greg. I’ll bet you’re a boob-man aren’t
you?” Then without further prelude, she moved her hand to his crotch
and caressed him.
To his chagrin, he felt himself blush. But he smiled at
his own silliness and answered, “I must confess.”
“I was hoping so.”
He reached out and put his hand onto one of her huge
tits. As he touched her mammoth bosom, a thrill of intense
pleasure swept over him like a tsunami, the fulfillment of a life long
fantasy. In addition to being startlingly oversize, Trisha’s
immense tits felt wonderfully solid and heavy inside the tight bodice of
her dress. He became aware that his cock was swiftly growing
very erect, and Trish began fondling him earnestly. He
reciprocated by playing with her magnificent bust: gently pushing
it around, caressing it, and sliding his hand across its vast
expanse. Her breasts were so astoundingly enormous that he
couldn’t get a good grip on her through the dress; and Greg could palm a
basketball with one hand.
She momentarily ceased stroking the hard bulge in his pants so she
could unbutton her front. In a few seconds she’d wriggled the
dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist, exposing the biggest
bra Greg had ever seen. She leaned over, and with her mouth
touching his ear, whispered, “It unhooks in front.”
He smiled and answered, “My kind of woman.”
Her tongue played with his ear as he reached deep between her
enormous boobs to undo the clasps, but it was an awkward angle so they
turned toward each other to make things easier. As he fiddled
with the brassiere, she unzipped his fly, and just as she reached into his
pants and drew out his throbbing erection, the bra popped open and out
bounced Trish’s tremendous, beautiful breasts. A thrilled
swept through his body at seeing them exposed, undulating
deliciously. Her huge bosom was more lovely than he could
have hoped for, rounded and full, with pale blue veins lightly traced here
and there across the surface. He marveled at how firm her
magnificent tits were, resting against her tummy and projecting out
dramatically from her chest. Her erect nipples were also
extraordinarily large and prominent, surrounded by wide
areolae. He moaned with pure delight as he took her huge
breasts in his hands and fondled them eagerly as she did the same with his
engorged penis. She smiled, delighted at his enthusiasm
toward her extravagantly oversize bust.
Her massive boobs looked splendid and luscious as he played with them
with unabashed exuberance. She responded passionately by
pressing her chest into his caresses. It was a dream come
true for Greg. Trisha’s breasts were bigger than he had ever
dared imagine a woman’s breasts could be in real life. In
addition to being astoundingly huge, her tits were beautiful as well,
thrusting out from her torso a startling distance: fat, round and
wobbly. Though he had never in his life seen a pair of tits
so phenomenally big, Greg instinctively knew what to do—stroking and
fondling them, kneading and petting them—giving her immense breasts a
workout like they’d never had. His skill as a lover and
enthusiastic response to her oversize bosom were quickly driving Trisha
into a frenzied passion.
After a long and wonderful time of foreplay she stood up and slipped
her panties off under her dress, her tremendous naked mammaries swinging
back and forth heavily. Facing him with her boobs at his
eye-level, she hiked her skirt and stepped over the bench so she stood
astride his lap holding his shoulders. She playfully pushed
her tremendous bare breasts into his face, which thrilled him and
intensified his arousal. Then she sat down on his knees and
resumed playing with his hard cock, leaning back so he could more easily
get his hands on her huge tits. He clutched them and lifted
their great mass up close, rubbing his cheeks in her superabundant
cleavage. He slid his mouth across the broad flesh of one
enormous breast, and found her thrusting swollen nipple. It’s
great size made it easy to suck, and as he did Trisha moaned with
delight. After several intense minutes of incredible
foreplay, Trisha raised up on his lap and eased down onto his now
super-erect dick. As she slowly lowered herself, her repeated
moans became more intense as he penetrated deeper and deeper.
“You feel so good!” she cooed softly as she nibbled his ear.
“You feel pretty fantastic yourself,” Greg told her. She
moved up and down, sideways and around on his wet shaft, savoring the deep
pleasure. Though their position was not particularly
comfortable, they were having far too much fun to even consider such a
minor detail.
As they made love there in the garden under the stars, each looked
directly into the other’s eyes without guard or
embarrassment. Neither of them had ever done such a thing
before and it was a tender, endearing moment. Greg
occasionally broke his gaze so he could feast his eyes on the startlingly
huge pair of tits he was embracing in his lap. He relished
every moment as he cuddled her gargantuan bosom to himself, an overflowing
double-armload.
His exuberance toward her huge boobs encouraged Trisha to be more
playful and uninhibited than she’d ever been. She countered
his thrusting and arched her back to amplify the prominence of her of
massive breasts as they jiggled and bobbed. Such emphasis was
unnecessary with Greg. He grasped one of her huge mammaries
and slurped its great nipple into his mouth as he hugged and kneaded
it.
In spite of having an incredibly beautiful woman doing a spectacular
pussy-massage on his erection while her gigantic naked tits danced wildly
before his eyes, he miraculously managed to delay his climax until he felt
Trisha beginning to come. When he was sure she was just about
there, he let himself go and they had a wonderful simultaneous
orgasm. They marinated in their mutual ecstasy for a long
time, sitting content and exhausted with Trisha’s huge, bulbous boobs
pressed between their opposing torsos.
“Fantastic!” he said.
“Um-hm!” she assented as she caressed him lovingly.
After a few minutes of delicious comfort and repose, she suggested
they go inside and wash, and then have a snack, which sounded great to
Greg. She rose slowly, savoring the feeling of him sliding
out of her, and then stood up fully. As she collected her
clothes, he sat with his eyes riveted on her colossal breasts, delighting
in their extreme size and beauty. She was about to put her
bra back on when she noticed him staring at her, so she put on a little
show, swinging her immense tits back and forth and making them shimmy and
bounce. Greg was entranced; he’d never seen anything so sexy
in his life as this woman. When she saw his penis rising to
full alert status again, she said, “Ooo, ready for more so soon? You
really do like great big boobs, don’t you? You have no idea how
flattering that is to me.”
“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he answered.
His renewed excitement made her want him all over again
too. She went over to him, took his hand and led him inside
through the patio door. As Trisha turned to close the door
and the vertical blinds, Greg came up and hugged her from
behind. His body pressed against hers and his dick poked
through between her legs as he massaging her huge breasts.
She responded to his caresses and bent over to help guide his erection
inside her once again. Though her pussy was still wet, her
vaginal swelling had decreased, making his insertion feel wonderfully deep
for both of them. Trish put her palms against the wall for
support as he thrust himself into her over and over. Greg put
his hands around her tiny waist and watched her extravagantly huge tits
bounce and shudder ponderously, so enormous that even from behind the view
was thrilling. They stuck out so far he was unable to grasp
both of them while inside her from the rear, so he caressed what he could
reach of one gigantic breast while fingering her clit with the other
hand.
Patricia came and then came again before Greg climaxed.
As he continued appreciatively kneading her tremendous bosom, she
breathed, “Mmm, you make me feel so good.” After another
leisurely afterglow, they separated and turned to embrace.
“It’s getting late. Why don’t you stay here tonight?” she
implored.
“I’d like that a lot,” he answered.
“Good.” She smiled and kissed him again.
“Now; come with me to the bathroom,” she said with a loving
pat. She gathered her clothes to herself and preceded him
down the hall, her magnificent giant boobs plainly visible from the back,
jiggling and bouncing furiously. She led him to the master
bath where they cleaned up, Greg watching with delight as she performed
her various feminine rituals. Her entire body was just as
spectacular as her bust: shapely and fit, the proverbial masonry
outbuilding. After they finished she said to him, “Have a
seat in the greatroom while I put on something more comfortable.”
He feigned surprise as he looked her nude body up and down and asked,
“What could be more comfortable than that?”
She responded with a wink, then turned and disappeared into her
closet. Greg went out and relaxed in a love seat, leafing
through a magazine. In a few minutes she returned wearing a
very abbreviated pair of shorts, a tank top, and no
brassiere. She was breathtaking as she strolled into the room
with her gargantuan bosom squirming restlessly beneath the thin fabric of
the little shirt. Her huge nipples were plainly evident,
protruding from the thrusting tips of her extravagantly oversize
breasts. The tank top was too small to adequately cover her
enormous bosom, leaving the lower portion of it exposed. For
a long time Trish had wanted to wear that top for a man who could
appreciate the effect, and not a bit of it was lost on Greg.
She went around the peninsula that separated the greatroom from the
kitchen, and opened the pantry door. “Now it’s time for me to
impress you with my prowess as a cook,” she called to him.
“How does Twinkies and milk sound?”
He chuckled at her, answering, “Twinkies and milk sounds great!”
She soon returned carrying a tray with two glasses of milk and a
plate of two Twinkies. As she leaned over to set the tray on
the table, her immense tits swung outward, pushing up her shirt up and
letting her boobs slip out into the open, dangling free. Greg
felt a rush of pleasure at the glorious sight of Trisha’s super-size boobs
dropping out of her shirt, an event which was not as accidental as it
seemed. Trisha had worn the top many times before in private,
and was well aware of how to move without letting her overabundance pop
out. In fact this was a staged event, skillfully executed so
as not to knock over the drinks she was serving. Standing,
she murmured, “Oops! Excuse me,” and proceeded to make a show of
pulling the garment back down over her incredibly huge boobs with just
slightly exaggerated difficulty. She wasn’t purposely trying
to drive him insane; it was just so much fun being with someone else who
enjoyed the tremendous size of her breasts as much as she did
herself.
As they began devouring their Twinkies, Greg leaned over toward her
until their shoulders touched and said, “Trish, your breasts are really
beautiful.”
She looked at him and grinned. “Thank you!” she
said. “I thought you were going to tell me they were
big.”
“They are big.”
She laughed and explained, “Y’ see, to say they’re big is just an
observation. It’s only a statement of fact since it’s obvious
that my tits are extremely large,” she said arching her back and thrusting
out her enormous bust to illustrate the point. “But you said
they’re beautiful. Now that’s a compliment. I
appreciate that because most people think my boobs are too
big.”
“Not me,” he replied finishing a mouthful of processed
fluff. “I love really big breasts. The
bigger the better as far as I’m concerned.”
Trisha nodded as she dabbed off her milk-mustache.
“Mmmm, me too, oddly enough. Is that weird for a hetero
woman?”
“I don’t think it’s weird. A great big breast is the
first thing we all crave straight out of the womb, regardless of gender,”
Greg commented.
“To be honest, I really do love having such humongous
boobs. That’s why I’ve never had them reduced.
Never will.”
“Atta girl.”
She grinned at him and patted the broad flanks of her corpulent bosom
which jiggled lusciously in response. “This is the way I was
made and it’s how I’m supposed to be. It is a little awkward
sometimes, but it’s so much fun. It makes me unique.”
“Indeed. You’re absolutely gorgeous. And
I’m glad you have a good positive attitude about being so well
endowed.”
“You might be interested to know that I’m naturally this
size. I guess some people think I’d have to have surgery to
be so huge, and in their little minds that would make me a slut.”
“I assumed you were natural. I don’t think they can even
do implants this size,” he said, tickling the broad under side of
one of her huge bulging boobs. “Besides, anyone who knows you
should also know what a terrific person you are.”
“Thank you, Greg,” she said with just a hint of a blush.
“But unfortunately, not everyone is as kind as you. I’ve been
the subject of ridicule ever since I was a girl.”
“That sucks. Must have been hard.”
“Yeah, at times. I started developing early and became
very busty at a young age. My boobs just kept getting bigger
and bigger and they wouldn’t stop growing. By the time the
doctors finally figured out what was causing it and how to stop it, I was
24 years old. Actually my breasts will always be growing; my
body is apparently incapable of shutting that mechanism off.
But I have a prescription that I take every day which imitates the natural
shut-off chemical and retards growth almost to a stop.”
“Whoa. You mean if you stopped taking your medicine your
boobs would get even bigger?”
“Yes sir. And just keep on growing.”
“Wow.” Greg exclaimed with hushed awe as he contemplated
that scenario for a moment. “What was it like to be a
teen-age girl with such an extraordinary figure?”
“Interesting to say the least. I used to babysit for
this family—the Elliots—and I’d always catch Mr. Elliot
looking at my chest. In fact, he seemed to have difficulty
looking anywhere else! ‘Be sure the kids are in bed by nine,’
he’d tell my boobs. Poor man. He must have really liked big
breasts and mine were probably the biggest he’d ever seen.”
“How old were you?”
“Around fifteen. My tits were really big even then but
not nearly the size they are now. By my late teens I’d become
so big I thought I had to be finished developing, but they just
kept right on getting bigger and bigger. I was always popping
buttons on my tops and bursting open my bras.” She paused
before taking another bite. “You know, it was actually pretty
exciting come to think of it: having a sense that my boobs were
always getting even more enormous.”
“I’ll bet!”
“When I was 18—with a bust measurement, I think, of about 76 inches—I
was feeling daring and sexy one day, and I decided to give our postman a
thrill. He was an older guy named Mr. Jackson who
always stared at my tits when he delivered our mail. My
parents were gone and I’d been working out front in the flower beds all
morning when I got the idea. I went inside, took off my bra
and changed into one of my Dad’s old worn out tee shirts—Mother hated it
but he wore it when he worked around the house. It was
threadbare and had a hundred holes in it. I went back out to
the yard and in a few minutes it had soaked up my sweat and was clinging
to my chest like skin. Of course that made my nipples pop out
and I think one of them was even poking through a hole! When
Mr. Jackson opened our gate and saw me coming up to him in a wet
tee shirt full of holes, no bra, and my great big boobs bouncing all
around underneath, I thought he’d have a heart attack. He
almost forgot to give me the mail. I think I made his
day.”
Greg laughed at her story. “I’m sure you did!
Seeing you always makes mine.”
She gave his hand a loving squeeze. “Now when I really
want to show off, like on a super hot date,” she said, wiggling her
eyebrows at him, “I have this killer dress which is absolutely skin tight,
super short, and scorchingly low cut. But I have to be
feeling especially naughty to wear something like that.
Usually I’m more modest, as you know. Although when I go to
the beach I like to wear a very skimpy bikini. After all, the
beach is where you show off what you’ve got!”
“I agree. We definitely need to go to the beach,” he
said, winking at her.
“Once my girlfriends and I were walking along the boardwalk and they
dared me to go topless, and since no one knew me there, I decided to call
their bluff. I took off my top and let my great big old boobs
swing in the breeze. People couldn’t believe their
eyes. They just stared at me open-mouthed. My
friends nearly died. But normally I’m never that
bold.”
“Sometime I’d like to see you in that tight killer dress you were
talking about.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and arched her brows. “Zat
right? Want me to model it for you now?”
“Right now?”
“Sure!”
“Well yeah, I’d be honored!” His mama had raised no
fool.
She giggled at herself a little as she hopped up off the love seat,
her huge bulging mammaries bounding wildly under the tank
top. As she strutted down the hallway, she swept off her
shirt and shot him a grin over her shoulder. He studied the
rear view of her phenomenal bosom thrashing ponderously as she stepped
topless into her bedroom. From within her closet she called
out, “So I was barely ten years old when I began developing.
At first my boobs were real tender and they hurt a little.
Soon they started filling out and it wasn’t too long before everyone in my
family could see that I was becoming a woman already.
“My mother is buxom too,“ she continued, “though not like I am, so
nobody was particularly concerned that I was developing so
fast. Mom was a 47DD, and she still carries it
well. Big breasts are a trait among the women of my
family. Mom’s grandmother was real bosomy, I remember, and
I’ve got several big busted cousins. So when my genetic
number popped up, I came out a freak among freaks, so to speak.”
She walked out of her closet into her bedroom holding the red dress
on a hanger. She continued talking as she flung the hanger on
a chair and began putting on the dress. “By the time I was
twelve, I could easily fill my mother’s big brassieres, and I used to love
ransacking her drawers to find sexy grown-up bras to wear.
But that ended as soon as my tits were too big for Mom’s
47DD.” She pulled the dress up to her waist and then leaned
over to make her huge breasts swing out so she could pull it on up
underneath them.
“Barely a teenager and I already had about a fifty-inch bust,” she
went on. “I was always, always outgrowing my clothes,
brassieres in particular. They had to be custom made of
course, so I wore them as long as I possibly could. The
expense was a never-ending cause of worry for my folks, so I pulled and
stretched those bras until they compressed my poor boobs into
spam. I grew to hate bras and I’d often take mine off
secretly once I left the house. Going braless with my great
big knockers rolling around inside the tight tops I wore, I became real
popular with guys much older than I was. Since I was so busty
it was always easy for me to pass for over 21, even when I was as young as
14. A little make-up, some stockings and a low neckline, and
I was in the door, no I.D. required, yes
ma’am.”
“I guess you grew up fast,” he called out.
“I did. When I turned 15 my bust measurement was 60 or
65 inches! I was huge! When boys saw me they always
stared. Every one of them, every time. Eyes
riveted on my chest. Grown men were trying to date
me. At first all this attention was annoying, but when some
of the cutest boys in school were flirting with me, it was hard to stay
In a moment she reappeared from her bedroom wearing her sexy red
dress. The hem was extremely short and the neckline was so
low cut it was hard to imagine the dress could be worn in public
legally. Up until now he’d only seen her wearing clothes that
were designed to downplay the immensity of her bosom, but this dress was
devised to emphasize her assets, projecting her enormous tits a startling
distance out in front of her. Her huge bosom wobbled and
dipped ponderously and the effect was so spectacular that Greg gasped, to
Trisha’s delight. She held her arms out to the side and
twirled around for him to see the dress.
“Gosh!” he said whispered.
“Thank you!”
“You look fantastic! Of course, you’d look fantastic in
anything. Or nothing.”
“You’re sweet.”
“That really is a hot dress! You look like you’re just about to
come out of the top.”
“Yeah, I have to be careful or I really will.
Watch.” She bent forward at the waist and began slowly
shaking her shoulders, causing her immense boobs to quake
pendulously. Greg sat staring down into her cleavage,
mesmerized. After a few seconds her nipples poked their way
into the open and then her tremendous breasts slipped out, dangling
heavily. “See?” she said, bringing her hands up under her
huge naked boobs and lifting them slightly. “Uh-huh,” he wheezed
helplessly.
“The problem is that there’s so much of me and not so much of this
dress. But it’s great for special occasions,” she said with a
sultry look as she began trying to put her huge boobs back inside the
dress.
She sat down next to him on the love seat, still attempting to
reclothe herself. Greg watched over her shoulder as she
struggled with her giant naked tits. He had been relishing
the talk they’d been having about the extravagant size of Trisha’s
bosom. He craved any discussion about big breasts and she
didn’t seem to mind talking about hers at all. Wanting to
keep the conversation going in that direction, he asked, “Ever met anybody
else with boobs as big as yours, or even close?”
“No, never have. Sometimes I wonder if I might actually
have the biggest breasts in the world.”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Once I was at a newsstand, and out of curiosity I bought every titty
magazine they had. I knew my boobs were way bigger than those
girls in Playboy®. But even though
the women in the hardcore tit magazines did have extremely big breasts,
frankly mine are a lot larger than the biggest of them. I’ve
considered posing for one of those magazines. I guess I’m
pretty enough.”
“Oh, you are without a doubt. You’re absolutely
gorgeous! And any true tit-man would go nuts over pictures of
you! Completely apeshit.”
She blushed endearingly. “I’ll tell you a
secret. Last year I went to a lady photographer and had her
take some nudes of me! It was a blast. I figured, here
I am in the prime of my life, I should have some kind of record of what I
look like—my true self, so to speak. Thirty years from now I
can take the pictures out and say, That was me. I’m proud of
my body and I’m also proud of the size of my breasts.”
“I’d like to see those pictures sometime.”
“They’re right in that desk—in the bottom drawer at the very back in
a brown envelope.” She was still trying to wrestle her
massive bosom into the bodice of her dress. “You’ll be the
first man who’s ever seen them.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hm.”
After finding the envelope, he plopped down beside her again, opened
it and pulled out the photos. They were extraordinary, some
in black-and-white and some in color, all artfully executed.
Her glorious nude body was subtly lit, creating exquisite shadows that
accentuated the wide bulging contours of her spectacular
bosom. In pose after pose, her tremendously oversized breasts
were tastefully emphasized, thrusting out from her torso
dramatically. He found himself yearning to take those
pictures home and masturbate, in spite of the fact that he had just made
love to that very woman twice. “These are fantastic
shots! Really beautiful stuff! Somebody’d pay a fortune for
these.”
As he shuffled through the prints, intently studying each one with
murmurs of heartfelt appreciation, Trisha stopped fiddling with her dress
and announced, “I just can’t get this thing back on!”
He looked at her and smiled. “Was I complaining? I
think you look dynamite just like that.”
Her frustrated expression changed to a smile.
“Thanks. I guess it’s time to put pajamas on anyway,” she
sighed. She stood and slipped the dress down her body and
off, which left her wearing only panties. Her breasts were so
enormous that as he sat looking up at her, they entirely blocked his view
of her face. Without thinking about it, she turned slightly
so she could see him. ”This has been an incredible evening,
Greg. I’m so excited about being with you.”
“Likewise! My my,” he said as he stood and kissed
her.
“You’re a wonderful lover. I knew you would
be. It’s fantastic to be with someone who doesn’t treat my
tits like they’re just two big things that get in the way.”
“Gosh no. They’re an incredible turn-on,” he said,
stroking one gently.
“Glad you like ‘em.” They kissed again. “I
don’t have any men’s pajamas for you, but you can wear one of my
nightshirts to bed if you want to.”
“Will it fit me?”
“Sure. I have to wear extra-extra-extra large men’s tee
shirts so I can get these into it,” she said, playfully leaning over so
her gigantic boobs pummeled into his face. “And if it’ll fit
these, it’ll fit you.”
She led him to her bedroom, and gave him one of two large nightshirts
from her dresser. Though the shirts were the same size, his
had plenty of slack in it while hers was stretched tight by her enormous
bust.
“Sorry I don’t have any underpants for you to wear,” she said with a
playful grin, reaching under his shirt tail and taking his genitals in her
hands. “But actually I’d prefer it this way.”
“Oh-oh. Now, if you fondle mine that means I can fondle
yours,” he said as he pulled her nightshirt up, baring her magnificently
huge boobs. “And you know what happens then.”
“And I see you’re all set to go, too! My my.”
“I’ve been wanting you again ever since I saw you in that
dress! Combined with those nude pictures, and you trying to stuff
your tits back into your clothes—I didn’t have a chance. I
just can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” she said quietly as she slipped her panties
off.
The next morning, Greg was awakened by someone fucking
him. The sky was filled up with a pair of gigantic tits that
were bobbling around frantically above his face. After a few
seconds he collected himself and realized that Trish was straddling him,
totally naked. His nightshirt was pushed up and she was
sitting on his stiff cock having sex with him. He couldn’t
see her face because her gigantic boobs were in the way, but when he
stirred, she parted them and saw he was awake.
“Good morning!” she said with a broad smile. “Just
taking advantage of your morning erection. Hope you don’t
mind.”
Greg laughed. “No ma’am, not at all! Good
morning.”
She leaned down and kissed him. “Feel free to come any
time you want; I already have twice. Now I’m just enjoying
the ride,” she said with a low chuckle.
“Oh, I think I’ll enjoy the ride along with you for a little while,”
he answered as he placed his hands upon her incredible breasts and began
giving them a thorough massage. Much to Trisha’s delight, his
morning erection quickly grew to full performance status as he squeezed
her giant tits together, stroked their wide expanse, hefted them, and
rolled them around.
“I love it when you feel my breasts,” she said softly with a
gratified smile.
“I love it when I feel your breasts!” he responded.
The gyration of her torso became more pronounced and he noticed her
imposing nipples swelling even bigger. He lightly brushed
them with the backs of his fingers, making her moan and causing her
nipples to completely distend to their dramatic fullness.
“Ooo,” she groaned lowly, “I think I’m back for number three!”
Her lovemaking increased in its fervency as they continued, until she
was nearly throwing herself up and down upon him in her
excitement. Her gigantic breasts caromed wildly, thumping him
heavily on his chest again and again.
Finally Trish cried out and came hard. Greg continued
thrusting until he climaxed a few seconds later, and it was hard for her
to tell if she was having one extremely long orgasm or two back to
back. But it didn’t really matter to her; she was having the
best sex of her life.
After breakfast they decided they’d take a shower together and then
go over to his place so he could change into some clean
clothes. Because of time constraints they resisted the
temptation to fuck each other again there in the shower, but after Trish
had Greg soap up her immense boobs, they agreed to get back to that item
as soon as possible.
Greg finished getting ready first and waited for her in the kitchen
until she came out wearing sneakers, jean shorts, and an enormous
brassiere, which she was attempting to clasp.
“Sorry I’m taking so long,” she said.
Greg relished the sight of his amazingly endowed lover.
“No hurry,” he assured her.
“While I try to do this, see if you can guess what my bra size
is.”
“Trish, I don’t even understand how bra sizes work.”
“Okay, then can you guess my bust measurement?”
“Wow. Probably not, but you know what?”
“What?”
“I have a kind of obsession with women’s measurements.
It really turns me on to think about a big bust measurement.
I’ve never done it before, but it would be a terrific turn-on for me if I
could take yours sometime.”
She grinned at him. “Well you poor deprived thing!
You’ve never measured a pair of giant tits before?”
“Not even little bitty ones.”
“Well, I’m fresh out of those.”
“No shit.”
“Would you like to try now? I can’t seem to get this bra on
anyway.”
He looked at her and smiled. “Fine with me!”
“Let me get you a measuring tape,” she said with a suspiciously sly
grin. She got up and went to her desk and rummaged around in
a drawer for a moment. Turning toward him melodramatically,
she removed her huge brassiere, baring her extraordinarily big
tits. She leaned over and slowly shook her shoulders, causing
her massive mammaries to swing and carom pendulously. Then
she straightened up and arched her back, thrusting her spectacularly
oversized bosom straight out at him. “Come get ‘em, big boy,”
she teased with a wink. Wearing his biggest shit-eating grin,
he approached her, took the tape, and ardently went about spanning it
across her corpulent bust. When he tried to bring the two
ends around front, he realized that she was far too big for the
tape. He looked at Trish with bewilderment.
“This is a 60-inch tape and it’s not nearly long enough! ?”
She stood arms akimbo, smiling at him. “That’s right, my
good man. Now try this,” she said with a wink, handing him
another tape measure she’d had hidden in her hand.
“You sneak.” Greg unrolled it and saw it went up to 96
inches. “Eight feet,” he calculated out loud.
“Well, that ought to be plenty.” She grinned at him as he set
about the task once again. After encircling her great bosom,
he found there was very little of the tape left over after
all. “Yikes! 93 inches?”
“Yep. My complete measurements are 93-22-36.”
“Incredible! Ninety-three inches.
Goodness.”
“Now I want to show you a little trick I can do.
Watch.” Without moving any other part of her gorgeous body,
Trish somehow, as if by magic, caused her giant breasts to twitch
independently, jiggling and quivering like great bears stirring from
hibernation.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed as he watched her incredible mammary
ballet. “On second thought I’m really not in that much of a
hurry,” he said as he skimmed his palms across the soft skin of her
colossal breasts. “There’s no reason we couldn’t detain each
other here for an hour or so.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she responded as she unfastened his
pants and pulled out his swollen cock. As she played with it,
Greg rolled her tremendous boobs around on her chest, reveling in their
immensity. He lifted them and dropped them, pressed them
together and spread them apart, bounced them and hefted them.
He lightly brushed over her fat nipples making them swell up
spectacularly. He sucked on one nipple, making her moan, and
kissed his way across the wide front of her bosom until he reached her
other nipple, having nuzzled his face in between them halfway
through.
They quickly reached such a heat of passion that they couldn’t wait
any longer—not even to walk to the bedroom. They both began
taking off their clothes with one hand while keeping the other on foreplay
duty. Once undressed, Greg gently backed her up to the
nearest wall with the pressure of his hands on her massive
tits. Trisha spread her legs apart and clasped his pounding
erection, pulling him close to her. As she guided his dick
inside her they both moaned blissfully. Working together they
achieved excellent penetration, the tip of his cock plunging deeply into
her, caressing her innermost pleasure centers. She came
quickly, as Greg was just hitting his stride.
Her enormous breasts were pressed between their bodies as he thrust
into her over and over. He loved having Trisha’s amazingly
huge tits pushing into his chest so vigorously; he could even feel where
her giant nipples were poking him. The sensation kept him
rock hard as he pumped, and it wasn’t long before Trish came
again. Greg was paced for the long run, however, fucking her
skillfully for a deliciously long time. She kept having
orgasm after orgasm, each one better than the last. Finally
he reached his climax just as she again did, and exploded into her.
Trisha relaxed into his arms panting, a short high-pitched sigh
punctuating each breath. “Goodness!” she gasped.
“I’ll never be able to walk again!” They basked in their
satisfaction together in the hallway until muscle strain won over and they
had to adjourn.
They spent the entire weekend with each other, sleeping at Greg’s
place the next night. They later described their agenda for
those two days as “Fuck, Eat, Fuck, Eat, Fuck, Sleep, Fuck, Eat, Fuck,
Eat, Fuck, Sleep.”
Sunday night they each went back to their own homes, sore but
extremely content. Trisha lay in bed looking at the ceiling
and musing out loud to herself, her huge tits lolling on either side of
her. “I’m so crazy about Greg I can’t stop thinking about
him. I’m not going to be happy until he’s mine.
He’s the ideal guy: nice looking, intelligent, considerate, great
in bed—and he likes my big ol’ boobs, too. In fact,” she
reminded herself, “he actually prefers them this size—even bigger
if what he says is true. Well, I certainly wouldn’t have any
problem arranging the ‘bigger’ part.” She chuckled
quietly. “All I’d have to do is stop taking my medicine and
let him see these things swell up.” Abruptly she stopped her
reverie as a realization swept over her. “I really
could do that! And I know he’d love it! It might even
help me snag him for good.”
The next day she called Greg at work and proposed a long weekend at a
lakeside cottage in the mountains. A friend of hers had one
to rent and would give them a good rate. Greg looked at his
calendar to check the date she’d suggested, and though he had to go out of
town the following Monday, that weekend was free. So they set
the date Trish had in mind: one allowing enough time to make
certain special preparations.
The time finally came and they left together that Thursday night
after work. She looked spectacular as usual, wearing shorts
and a top he hadn’t seen her wear before. It had obviously
been custom made to tightly wrap around her enormous breasts with a deeply
cut neckline that liberally showed off her extravagant
abundance. She wore no bra beneath it, and on the three hour
drive up, he managed to watch the road almost as much as he watched her
huge tits jiggling and bouncing with the motion of the car.
He was glad he’d waited to get new shock absorbers. He never
ceased being amazed by the sheer size of Trisha’s tremendous
boobs. And he could swear they looked bigger every time he
saw them.
The trip took longer than anticipated after having gotten lost twice
along the way, but they managed to enjoy the humor of the
situation. It was enough that they were
together. Arriving late and tired, they stayed up long enough
to tour their cozy well-appointed hideaway before going to
bed. As much as they both wanted each other (a constant
state), they were too exhausted from the trip to fool around.
As Greg lay in bed watching Trish standing naked at her suitcase looking
for a nightgown, he had to remind himself how tired he was.
The next morning Greg woke up excited about spending the weekend with
Trisha. She was still asleep so he stayed in bed quietly
looking at her. Her nightshirt had gotten pushed up during
the night, exposing her immense breasts. He carefully peeled
part of the sheet away so he could see everything. They
rested at either side of her as she slept on her back, the one near him
lying partially on his chest. He marveled at the enormity of
the mammary before him. Admiring it at such close range it
seemed bigger than ever and he was sorely tempted to play with it but she
looked too peaceful to risk waking her.
By 8:30 however, he decided it was time to get up, so he began
twirling the nipple of the colossal boob lying on him. Her
nipples were as big around as a quarter and protruded out about the same
distance—unless subjected to stimulation of the sort that Greg was now
administering. Her nipple began distending, swelling out to
more than twice its normal length.
As he watched her, she stirred with a moan and smiled without opening
her eyes, saying, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning, beautiful. Time to rise and
shine.”
They kissed long and then got up to answer nature’s call and get
dressed. Greg volunteered to make breakfast while Trisha got
ready, and went out to the kitchen to locate all the necessary
utensils. He had no idea what was in store for him that day
as he began cooking up a batch of French toast. He broke away
briefly to bring her a cup of coffee to start on while she made herself
ready. Setting it down beside her, Greg paused to admire the
wondrous view of her standing at the vanity mirror in only a bra and
panties.
“Thanks, hon,” she said as she applied makeup to her lovely
face.
“You know, the brassiere is an amazing device,” he
observed. “And it performs such an enviable task.”
She smiled. “Well you can perform that task any time you
want, lover.”
He stood preoccupied by the overwhelming size of her
breasts. Her feminine flesh overfilled her monstrous bra
extravagantly, bulging out of it everywhere and straining the garment to
its limit. Oddly, it was at that very moment that the
brassiere gave up its fight with a sudden pop, bursting asunder and
casting her giant boobs out into the open to bounce and wiggle
heavily. She gasped and they both laughed.
“Does that happen often?” he asked.
“Now and then. Bras get old and eventually give
up.”
He reached out and stroked the side of one massive tit with the backs
of his fingers and said, “Breakfast will be ready in jut a few
minutes.” Then he kissed her and returned to his French
toast.
Trisha soon came into the kitchen wearing a pair of very short shorts
and a bikini top. It was an amazingly tiny top on an
amazingly huge bosom. The triangular cups did not quite cover
her large areolae, and her great nipples protruded under the fabric
leaving very little to Greg’s imagination. He watched her
tremendous breasts bobbing and swaying ponderously as she moved
about. The erection he now had would be with him most of the
day.
She pulled out a chair and sat down, swinging her tremendous boobs
around in front of her. But she had underestimated their
size, and they crashed heavily into the thick glass table top, rattling
the flatware and cups with a horrible noise. “Oops, excuse
me,” she apologized sheepishly after the clatter had subsided.
“Oh, that’s okay—I had to pee anyway.”
After breakfast, they went out onto the deck to enjoy the morning air
and the view of the lake. A cottony mist still clung to the
quiet surface and they remained for a long time, soaking in the idyllic
scene. As she stood there wearing next to nothing on her
luscious body, Greg focused earnestly on her radically oversize tits
straining at that tiny bikini top. She was an exquisite sight
and he wanted her bad. Trish slowly lifted her arms and
arched her back, stretching sensuously while sucking in a deep breath of
cool clean air. The sight of her giant boobs jutting out was
more than an honest tit man should have to endure.
Then he heard a tiny snap and noticed that her top appeared to be
somehow slightly askew. Before he could comment, there came
another pop and suddenly the poor garment gave up the ghost and her giant
breasts came spilling out, bounding and wobbling.
“Oh my,” Trish said calmly. “Second time
today. Strange,” she commented with just a hint of a sly
gleam in her eye. She made no effort to cover her tremendous
tits swaying nakedly , but simply removed the ruined top and threw it on
the patio table. She vigorously rubbed her colossal boobs,
trying to erase the imprint that the string top had impressed on her
skin. Greg stood frozen by the incredible sight of Trisha’s
huge bosom shaking and jiggling frantically. She quit
massaging them soon, but the mass of her huge breasts was so great that
they continued wiggling and undulating for a while.
She talked about how beautiful the lake was and what she wanted them
to do together that day, but it all went in one ear and out the other as
he stood gawking at her enormous boobs dangling and wiggling
gravidly. They looked bigger than ever to him.
Maybe it was just his horniness playing tricks on him.
Besides, tits were weird that way: any given pair could look
smaller one minute and unusually big the next, depending on the angle of
view and what the woman was wearing or not wearing.
“Well,” she said finally, “How about that canoe ride we talked
about?”
“Yeah,” Greg answered, shaking himself from his reverie.
“Uh—do you want to put on a top or are you gonna go like that?”
“Oh, I think I’ll just go as I am,” she said with a crooked grin,
patting the bulging sides of her massive naked bosom. “I’ll
tell you what—why don’t you go unlock the shed and get out the canoe while
I put on a blouse.”
“Okay. Do I need a key?”
“Yeah, it’s the little one on the ring with the house key.”
They spent the remainder of the morning out on the lake, returning
just past noon. As the canoe glided up to the tiny private
dock, Greg reached out and grabbed hold. Trisha struggled
awkwardly to get out, nearly pushing the boat out from under her, but
finally climbed onto the dock and collapsed face up, laughing
uncontrollably. Greg also laughed as he got out and dragged
the canoe up onto the dock.
“Never again,” she cried out helplessly between guffaws.
“I’m glad this was your idea and not mine,” he said reaching down to
help her up. They were both dripping wet from head to toe and
Trisha’s pretty blouse clung tightly to her phenomenal torso, accentuating
her amazing contours. As she stood, her huge tits heaved and
shook, colliding together and jostling gravidly without benefit of a
brassiere.
Their laughter subsiding, they turned and began walking single file
down the dock toward the house. Greg enjoyed the back view of
Trisha’s spectacular body clearly delineated by her wet clothes, her
immense bosom shaking ponderously as she walked. They stepped
onto the bank and continued side by side.
“We’re really lucky nothing terrible happened out there,” Greg
commented soberly.
“Yes, I know,” she replied, becoming more solemn, “and I’m thankful
for that. I just don’t understand how it happened.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize that. Okay, let’s look at what
occurred as a thought problem in physics. Every object has a
center of balance. Tip it far enough so the center of balance
has no support directly under it, and the object falls over.”
“But all I did was turn to look at that deer on the shore!”
“Exactly. And when you did, your boobs came around and
were hanging out over the water. It was too much weight on
one side and the canoe tipped over.”
“It sure did. One second I was looking at a deer, the
next second I had a face full of water.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with a laugh, “rolled over just as pretty as you
please.”
They reached the top of the stairs and stepped onto the
deck. As Greg fiddled with the keys, Trisha said, “I’m so
sorry about that. I just didn’t know.”
He opened the door for her and said with a grin, “Don’t worry about
it, hon. I’m just proud to be in love with a girl whose boobs
are big enough to sink a boat.” She stood looking at him as
he held the door open for her. Her expression was so serious
he was afraid he’d offended her with his remark. “What,” he
asked.
“Do you mean that?”
“Well, the canoe did tip over.”
“No, I mean about being in love with me.”
Though he’d never actually confessed the fact, the comment was so
second-nature that he didn’t realize he’d made the statement.
“Oh. Yeah, of course I mean that. I guess I’ve
never put it in those words before have I? Can’t you tell how crazy
I am about you?”
She stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around him, compressing
her gigantic mammaries between their bodies, and hugged him
tightly. “Me too.”
After savoring the moment a while, they moved inside to dry off and
change clothes. Trisha put on a super large man’s tee shirt
which, though commodious by normal standards, was barely big enough to
encompass her immense bust. Without benefit of a brassiere
underneath the shirt, the fabric was stretched sheer by her huge breasts,
and her whopping nipples were easily seen, jutting out
boldly. Though the garment was designed for a very large man,
the sprawling enormity of her tits left barely enough tail to tuck into
the front of her shorts. Inadequate as the tee shirt was to
contain a bosom of such a size, her tremendous boobs would only continue
to grow ever larger as the day progressed.
She came out of the bedroom to find Greg making a lunch of sandwiches
and chips. She was a breathtaking sight with her mammoth
breasts bulging out farther than it was reasonable or even quixotic to
hope for. They were so immense that no angle or pose could
conceal their size, even from behind.
“Hey now, you can’t do all the cooking!” she said as she came
into the kitchen and kissed him.
“Sandwiches are no big deal. Besides, I’ll let you make
it up to me,” he said wagging his eyebrows at her.
After lunch, Trish insisted on clearing the table and doing the
dishes while he relaxed. He sat nearby in a comfortable old
recliner, laying back with his eyes almost closed. Through
the slits of his eyelids he watched her work. He loved the
way she gracefully moved around without banging her cumbrous bosom into
everything. Just then she turned and her corpulent bust
collided with the dish drainer, resulting in a noisy but harmless
crash. Okay, she usually moved
gracefully. He opened his eyes and grinned at her as she
apologized sheepishly.
He relaxed again and resumed spying on her, admiring the way her huge
tits jiggled and swayed under her shirt. Again he couldn’t
shake the impression that they were even more enormous than
usual. That might explain why she had apparently
miscalculated their great size twice that day.
Trisha finished her work in the kitchen by wiping down the counter
tops. From now on she’d have to be more mindful of how far
her tremendous boobs protruded, a distance that was becoming ever
greater. She could actually sense her breasts growing bigger
and bigger, ballooning outward and consuming ever more space in front of
her. The increasing weight and volume of her magnificent
mammaries made her feel exhilarated and very sexy.
She hung the wash rag and came around the counter, passing the chair
where Greg sat. She patted him as she passed and said, “Back
in a sec.” The hormones coursing through her massive bosom
had the side effect of making her rather horny, and the ever increasing
size of her tits turned her on too. She had to slip into the
bathroom to get a pad. While there, she noticed her tube of
cocoa butter sitting on the counter. In addition to
previously preparing herself with a special diet containing all the
nutrients necessary for this phenomenal tissue growth, she rubbed cocoa
butter into her massive breasts three times a day to make her skin more
elastic and prevent stretch marks. Seized by a sudden
inspiration, she grabbed the tube and walked out.
Greg sat watching television, waiting for her to come back so he
could continue feasting his eyes on this wonderful, outrageously busty
woman. She bounced back into the room and plunked herself
down on a chair beside him, her goliath knockers bobbing ponderously in
aftershock.
“Whatcha watchin’?” she asked.
“Oh, some movie,” he lied. Real answer: I’m
watching The Biggest Fuckin’ Pair of Tits in the Universe.
“Oh cool. I’ve seen this, it’s good,” she commented as
she pulled her shirt tail out of her pants. She lifted up the
front of her shirt, baring her tremendous breasts as she began pulling it
off over her head. While her face was covered by the shirt,
Greg took the opportunity to stare unabashedly at her gigantic naked
boobs. They were astoundingly huge! Marveling hungrily,
he watched them bobble and sway with Trisha’s movements. As
he stared at them he became convinced that her tits had to be
bigger than they’d been when he’d last handled them. He
studied her intensely, imagining what it would be like to handle her boobs
the size they now were. Trisha took longer than necessary to
remove the shirt so he could get a nice long look at her gigantic naked
breasts. She watched him through the fabric of the tee shirt
as he ogled her. Pulling the voluminous shirt off her head,
she threw it aside and picked up her tube of cocoa butter.
“What’re you doing there?” Greg inquired.
“I’m gonna put on some lotion,” she answered.
He waited for further information but when she offered none he didn’t
pursue it.
Gesturing at the television, Trisha commented, “That guy in the hat,
he’s a spy.” She squirted a glob of cocoa butter into her
hand and set the tube aside. After rubbing her palms together
to distribute the cream, she began thoroughly massaging her huge left
breast. It bulged out one way and then the other, rising and
swelling according to her manipulations. “I forget that
actor’s name though,” she added nonchalantly.
Trisha knew Greg was no longer watching the TV but she pretended not
to notice. His eyes were fixed upon her enormous, surging
mammaries: the biggest he’d ever seen, and unless his mind was
playing tricks on him, getting bigger by the hour. She lifted
her massive boob up on her chest so she could apply the cream underneath
it (in the area she referred to as her “tit pit”). After
finishing her left boob she let it drop, slapping against a bare leg and
rebounding with heavy quivering. Then she squeezed out some
more cocoa butter and began working on the other breast.
Her boobs had become so astoundingly huge that she couldn’t see her
knees as she sat applying the cocoa butter. Greg pondered as
he stared at her fantastically swollen bosom. She continued
applying lotion to her enormous right breast, handling it in a manner
calculated to drive Greg wild: kneading it, squeezing it and
fondling it vigorously. The huge boob that was not being
attended to was bounced and jostled about by this action, adding to the
eroticism of the visage. With her shirt off, the air
conditioning was making her extraordinary nipples become erect, and Greg
was sure he could hang everything he was wearing on one of them.
“There,” she proclaimed, thrusting her huge naked tits out in front
of her, “all done.”
“Honey, I swear your boobs are getting bigger.”
“Think so?” Trisha said innocently. Suddenly a wave of
insecurity swept through her. “You do like them this big,
don’t you? I mean, you wouldn’t just say that if you didn’t mean it,
would you?”
Greg chuckled. “Babe, I am totally blown away by how
good you look! Don’t even think otherwise. And
if your boobs really were getting even bigger, I’d be
delighted. For me, tits can never be too big.”
He could still see a trace of doubt in her face. “Well here,”
he said, “just look at me.” He swiveled toward her in his
seat and spread his legs.
She saw the bulge of his raging erection inside his pants and felt
guilty about having teased him beyond a reasonable point.
“Well you poor thing! Why don’t you let me take care of this,” she
said as she proceeded to unzip his fly. As she helped him
pull his pants down, his erect shaft sprang free, ready for
action. “My, my! Come to mama,” Trish said, getting on
her knees before him and taking his rigid cock into her
mouth. She sucked and licked him lovingly, taking his cock
deep into her mouth and raising his passion to fever pitch.
After several minutes of this profound stimulation she stood up and pulled
down her shorts and panties, her stupendous breasts dipping and wobbling
cumbrously. Then turning her back toward him, she straddled
his lap and eased herself down onto his stiff manhood.
He grasped her gigantic boobs in his hands and began kneading them
thoroughly. They felt and looked inconceivably enormous,
certainly much bigger and heavier than they had ever been. He
had handled her voluminous globes of flesh from behind many times
previously and he was sure they now stuck out farther than they ever
had.
“It’s really hard to believe how amazingly huge your tits are,” he
said as he lovingly squeezed their luxuriant flesh. “I swear
they just keep getting bigger and bigger and it’s such an incredible
turn-on.”
She smiled ecstatically as they fucked. “I’m glad you
like them so big. I guess they are pretty enormous,” she
panted, looking down at the tremendous size of her boobs.
They bulged and surged as Greg fondled them, with spectacular
effect. She was thankful she had found someone who enjoyed
her enormous breasts as much as she did. She continued
watching their weighty movements as he deftly played with them.
They enjoyed an extended session of fervent lovemaking, squirming
around deliciously on that chair. Finally Trish achieved a
furious orgasm that went all the way down to her toes, barely preceding
Greg’s own cathartic climax. Afterward, as they sat united
and catching their breath, she said, “There, now. I think
that ought to make you feel better.”
“Yeah, the swelling’s already starting to go down,” he
quipped. She snickered at his jest. “Thanks,
though, seriously. I don’t know how much longer I could have
gone on looking at you without exploding.”
Trisha smiled, pleased by the compliment. “My
pleasure.”
In a few moments she stood up, picked up her clothes and began
putting her tee shirt back on. She got her head through with
no problem but had a hard time pulling the shirt down over her massive
bosom. Her plan was to pretend to have trouble putting it on
just for effect, but her difficulty proved genuine. Greg
loved the show it made, though. Her giant tits kept wiggling
and bouncing around erratically, as though doing their best to keep from
being constrained. Finally she was able to stretch the shirt
just enough to slip it over her huge bust, and she pulled it down as far
as it would go. It was so tight it looked silly, and just as
they both started chuckling at the sight, there was a loud tearing
sound. The great weight and bulk of her breasts split the
shirt open down the front
Greg savored this spectacular private tit show featuring these
stunningly immense breasts frolicking nakedly before his
eyes. He felt his libido stir.
“Oh my!” Trish exclaimed. “I seem to have dropped my
bombs again.”
“There, see?” said Greg, standing. “Your boobs
are getting bigger! This proves it.”
“Maybe the shirt was just ready to go.” she
suggested. She silently wondered if her breast massage
followed by sex could have accelerated her growth rate. “I’d
better go change.”
“Now, don’t let a little hole like that bother you. I
think you look just fine,” he said with a grin as he watched her giant
undulating tits.
“I can tell you do,” she commented, looking at his fattening cock,
still slick from sex. “Mmm-mm. They say a hard
man is good to find. I’m sure glad I found you.
I hope I don’t wear you out.”
“I don’t think you ever will, but it’ll be fun trying.”
“It’s a deal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll put
on a nice little sun dress I made. Haven’t even worn it
yet.”
“You made it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re quite a seamstress, aren’t you?”
“Have to be. Can’t buy clothes off the rack that’ll fit
these,” she replied as she lifted her boobs from the bottom and let them
drop, bouncing cumbrously. “I’ll be right back.”
They kissed and Trish trotted off into the bedroom wearing only the ruined
shirt, from which protruded her enormous bare boobs, wobbling and
dipping.
After cleaning herself up, she stood naked gazing at the dress which
she’d spread out on the bed. She had modified a pattern so
the dress would emphasize her various physical charms most
effectively. The pattern had originally called for string
shoulder straps to compliment the lightness of the design, but Trisha’s
weighty mammaries made it necessary to employ three-inch wide straps for
extra support. She had also added a long slit up one side of
the dress in order to show off her superb long legs. In
addition, she had custom tailored a preposterously large bodice so it
could accommodate the rapid expansion of her bosom during the first day or
two after quitting her medication. The alterations were
designed so her growing breasts would completely fill the bodice and then
swell up over the neckline, exposing more and more pulchritude for Greg to
enjoy as her huge boobs continued to expand.
She picked up the dress and stepped into it, pulling it up to her
trim waist. Then she leaned over so her colossal boobs would
swing out, allowing her to bring the bodice up underneath
them. Straightening up again, she held out the bust of the
dress with one hand while wrestling her huge breasts into it with the
other hand. After fastening the shoulder straps, she tried to
jiggle her enormous bosom into a better fit but she just couldn’t get
comfortable. Then she realized that her tits had already
become too gigantic for the dress to ever fit properly. She
wondered if all the years of frustrated growth had made them burst forth
more vigorously now that she’d quit her medication. She
didn’t really care about the dress itself, though. She
planned for her massive bosom to outgrow it by that evening anyway, and
after that she would bring out her coupe de grâce.
She stood before a full-length mirror to make some final
adjustments. She gasped out loud when she saw herself:
she had not fully realized how incredibly huge her breasts had
become. No wonder she was having trouble fitting into the
dress! Her colossal boobs filled up every available cubic millimeter
of space inside the bodice, swelling out and stretching the material very
tight. They were indeed so immense that the garment seemed
helpless to keep them adequately covered. After a little more
growth, her wide areolae would start peeping out from behind the neckline
like giant twin suns rising. That was fine.
Modesty was not the objective tonight; her mission was to reduce one Greg
Martin to a quivering puddle of goo and then take severe advantage of
him.
She walked out to the livingroom where Greg was, her enormous tits
swinging and swaying heavily as she walked, yanking at the entire
dress. Trisha’s cantilevered design pushed her astoundingly
oversize boobs out in front of her to a maximum degree, emphasizing their
enormity.
“Gosh, hon. You look fantastic!”
“Thank you!” she said, lifting the sides of the skirt out to show
it. The slit parted, revealing one long shapely leg up to her
hip. Then she turned around and the dress billowed out,
showing both lovely legs. When she stopped turning, her
massive bosom continued briefly in its orbit and then rebounded
weightily. Greg sat in awe as he watched her gigantic,
swollen boobs wobbling and quivering.
“Good Golly, Miss Molly!” breathed Greg with hushed awe.
She looked so good that before he realized he was doing it, he had walked
up to her and put his hands on her astoundingly enormous breasts, feeling
them appreciatively.
“I guess this means you like the dress.”
They both chuckled and Greg nodded his emphatic agreement.
The remainder of the afternoon passed very pleasantly, and Greg
constantly kept an eye on Trisha’s huge bosom. They talked
about many things, played a few hands of Crazy Eights (Miss Stewart had to
sit side-saddle in order see her cards), and had afternoon coffee out on
the deck. It always amazed them how quickly time passed when
they were together. The sun was suddenly low in the sky and
it was time to start thinking about supper. Although they’d
planned to go out for dinner, neither of them really felt like it so they
stayed home.
Trisha got up from the bench rocker where they’d been sitting for a
time, and stretched. Greg watched in wonder as she arched her
back and clasped her hands behind her head, her tremendous boobs thrusting
outward spectacularly. Reality came to a halt as he sat
hypnotized by this vision of intense femininity. Her immense
tits had to be growing bigger. They had become
stunningly enormous, swelling noticeably in just the past couple
hours. As she stretched, her immense bosom pushed outward and
her pie-size areolae slipped up above her neckline, nearly exposing her
nipples.
She relaxed and turned to face him. She began talking to
him but he wasn’t listening because his attention was riveted on her
imposing bosom undulating in front of him. Her breasts were
so incredibly huge that his brain was in overload. These were
no mere jugs; these were 55-gallon drums!
As Trish discussed possibilities for supper, she became aware that he
was not responding to what she said, but just sat there staring at her
boobs. “. . .I have my Grandmother’s recipe for potato
salad—and uh—well, I thought I’d start by putting some lake bottom mud in
the blender, maybe a dash of gasoline and some floor sweepings, and whip
it up until it explodes and flying turtles come out of the flames.”
“Uh-huh.”
She put her hands on her hips and waited silently for him to realize
she’d quit talking. His eyes shot up to hers and he saw humor
mixed with exasperation.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “but your boobs are so big it’s hard for
me to think with them right in my face like this.”
She smiled. “Did you hear anything I said?”
“Are you aware that your nipples are about to pop out of your dress?”
She turned and looked at her reflection in the darkened window behind
him. “Oops! No, I didn’t realize it,” she exclaimed
snickering. “I’ll have to let this dress out a little in the
bust.”
“A little?” he asked skeptically. “Hon, your breasts are
definitely way bigger than they were just 24 hours ago! Are you sure
you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Greg. Don’t worry. Now about
dinner. . .”
They watched a movie on cable as they relaxed over a late supper of
burgers from the grill (Greg’s specialty) and potato salad (Trisha’s
specialty). After they ate, Greg loaded the dishwasher and
went out on the deck. He stood nursing a cup of coffee,
enjoying the sunset on the lake as he waited for his lover to join
him. She was busy in the bedroom or bathroom performing
unknown feminine rituals.
Trisha had decided it was time to make her move. She put
on the red dress she’d modeled for him the first night they made
love. This dress had also been altered to accommodate her
increasing bust size, but she had gotten so much bigger than anticipated
that, voluminous as it was, the bodice was still somewhat small for her
gigantic tits. The result was actually quite
impressive. Her mammoth bosom bulged out everywhere,
stretching the fabric of the dress extremely tight and straining each
seam. Her cleavage rose high on her chest and the neckline
was cut so low it barely concealed her areolae.
Though her bare feet made no noise on the planks as Trisha stepped
out onto the deck, the sound of the door sliding in its track alerted Greg
to her presence. He turned around where he stood and leaned
back against the railing to admire a better view. As she
walked toward him, her colossal boobs jiggled and swayed gravidly inside
her dress. Her huge swollen bosom had consumed all the
available slack in the garment, drawing her hemline up so short that Greg
could barely see it behind her massive bosom.
“Isn’t this the same dress you modeled for me a while back?” he asked
as she approached and stood before him.
“Uh-huh. It’s been altered since, though.”
“Altered?”
“Yes.” Taking his hand she said quietly, “And I have a
confession to make.”
“Oh-oh.”
“No, it’s nothing terrible. I just have a little secret,
and now it’s time to share it.” She was a little nervous
about telling him, even though she was sure he’d approve.
“Okay, shoot.”
“You say my boobs seem to be getting bigger? Well, you’re
right; they are.”
“I knew it! They’ve been growing —right before my
eyes! What’s going on, Trish?”
“Well, it means an awful lot to me that you love the size of my
breasts so much, and a couple times you’ve said you’d like them if they
were even bigger. So as a little surprise I stopped taking my
medicine a couple days ago, and you can see my tits have already become
considerably larger than they were. That’s why I’ve burst out
of my tops three times so far today,” she said with a sheepish
grin.
“If you’re telling me this to give me an erection, I’ve had one all
day, lady.”
“So you like?” she asked, shaking her shoulders to agitate her
spectacular bosom.
“I like a lot,” he said as he rubbed the knuckle of his index
finger over one of her nipples protruding beneath the dress.
Watching her colossal boobs swaying and bobbling, he dearly wanted to rip
that dress right off her but he knew she’d just put it on for him so he
restrained himself. What he didn’t know was that she was
wearing it so he would rip it right off her, so she took the
initiative by hooking her thumbs under her straps and slipping them slowly
off her shoulders. Her heavy breasts dropped a few inches
when she removed the support, undulating freely after she had bared
them. As she let the dress fall around her
ankles. Greg took her incredibly huge tits in his hands and
lifted their swollen mass appreciatively. He couldn’t take
his eyes away from them as he stroked and caressed their firm, copious
flesh. They were overwhelmingly immense, easily half again
the astounding size they’d been just a couple days before.
Now they were even more outrageously enormous, ballooning out from her
torso imposingly. He was mesmerized by the way her gigantic
breasts shimmied and bobbed, and by the magnitude and protuberance of her
nipples wiggling furiously at their tips.
As he handled her colossal mammaries, Trish unfastened the front of
his pants, freeing his turgid erection. She took it in her
hands and began stroking it lovingly.
“Goodness! You’re already hard. It never takes you
long to rise to the occasion,” she observed, peering down between her
enormous boobs to catch a glimpse of his engorged penis.
“It’s the company I’ve been keeping,” he answered. “You
have such sexual power over me—I can’t resist you.”
She smiled at him mischievously. “Ah! Sexual
Power,” she repeated as she twiddled the tip of his dick.
“Mmm, I like that. I have Sexual Power over you.”
“Your sex slave, Madam,” he said, to which she responded by magically
twitching her immense tits a couple of times as he held them.
He lightly brushed his hands over her nipples, knowing the extreme
pleasure Trish derived from having them caressed, and they began popping
out dramatically. He then reached down and slipped a finger
into her wet pussy, wishing he had a third arm so he could do that and
still keep a hand on each tremendous breast.
Soon she turned and sashayed across the deck to the patio furniture
and grasped the back of a chair. Spreading her legs and
sticking out her fanny, she hiked her skirt up to her waist and bared her
gorgeous butt for him, giving him a seductive come-hither
look. As she bent over at the waist to further emphasize her
rear entry offer, her giant swollen boobs dangled down, dipping and
swaying heavily.
Needing no further encouragement, Greg stepped up behind her and
dropped his pants. He looked to see if anyone else was
around, but that side of the lake was shrouded in darkness.
He slid his stiff cock into her and she uttered a delighted groan
which grew in intensity with the depth of his penetration.
Then reciprocating against his thrusts, she whispered hoarsely, “You feel
so-o good!”
As they fucked each other, Trisha’s massive breasts bounced and
collided furiously. Greg marvelled at her extraordinarily
huge, succulent tits wiggling about, a vision of sheer delight even when
viewed from behind. He felt himself starting to climax
already which he didn’t want to let happen yet, so he withdrew and
fingered her while he cooled off some. When he felt ready to
continue he entered her again, eliciting from her a sweet soprano cry of
rapture as he did.
Trisha’s boobs were so astoundingly big and beautiful that a person
might forget to notice how sexy the rest of her body was, but Greg never
ceased to be amazed at all of her breathtaking loveliness.
The sight of her was exquisite pleasure, and what he saw as they made love
was most intensely so. He had to take a couple more brief
pauses for stamina’s sake, but he soon found his pace and was able to
perform without interruption.
After a long delicious period of lovemaking in that position, Trisha
had an explosive orgasm that caused her to moan ecstatically in a loud
voice. Still seized by pleasure, she panted, “Don’t
stop—don’t stop!”
Greg hadn’t planned to. In a few seconds she came again,
more spectacularly than the previous time. Then he noticed a
couple of flashlight beams appearing on the far shore, probing the
darkness of the water. “See that?” he asked.
“Huh?” she puffed.
“Someone’s looking for us. They heard you come and they
probably think we’re doing it out there in a boat.”
“Oh. Well, let’s move inside before they see us.”
They adjourned to the house and as soon as they were inside, they
threw off all their remaining clothes and were at each other
again. In the light he noticed how startlingly big her
nipples had become. They were fully distended to maximum size
by her extreme passion which still raged mercilessly within her, despite
two orgasms. He took her nipples in his hands and twirled
them, making her squirm with further desire. They stood just
inside the door indulging in concentrated foreplay, unable to keep their
hands off each other. Finally she took his hand and said,
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” She led him through the door and
he saw that the room had been all set up for romance, lit only by a few
scented candles.
Trish got in bed on her back and Greg climbed in after
her. Instead of entering her however, he straddled her belly
on his knees with her gigantic tits heaped up before him.
With one hand he played with her immense glands while he reached behind
him with the other hand, pleasuring her pussy. He fingered
her deeply, exploring her inner depths and noting the degrees of response
each spot elicited, and alternately massaging her clitoris.
Meanwhile Trisha had reached around under her tits and had taken hold of
his erect cock, stroking and caressing it. They stayed in
that position for a long time, stimulating each other beyond anything
either of them had ever experienced. Greg was able to make
her climax twice more as they continued their foreplay, and each orgasm
she had was more profound than the last.
At length they switched positions, with her on top of
him. Straddling his hips with his rigid shaft clasped between
her hands, she lowered herself slowly onto it. After a few
initial thrusts, they found the best angle for maximum penetration and
proceeded to fuck each other thoroughly. She held her
tremendous boobs at the sides and pushed them into his face, wiping them
back and forth, her huge nipples bopping his nose and poking his
skin. He put his hands on her enormous breasts and helped her
smear them around on himself.
Charged by mounting passion, Trisha then let go and straightened up,
and began forcefully impelling herself down onto his erection over and
over. Her gigantic tits bounced furiously, thumping him on
the chest as they dipped. Greg grasped one of her colossal
tits, stopping it so he could play with it as he watched the other
caroming about. As he squeezed and hefted her immense
mammary, he fingered her nipple, making it grow even bigger.
It wasn’t long before she reached another climax punctuated by a
short shriek of gratification. With a look on her face of
pure transport and delight, she continued fucking him, driving his cock
deep inside her. Soon Greg felt his own climax dawning and
clutched both of her massive boobs, working them fervently.
They jiggled and rolled in his hands, her profound nipples wiggling around
like excited puppies. He finally came with a intensity that
matched Trisha’s, his dick throbbing so forcefully inside her that she
climaxed again as well.
Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him, her colossal bosom sandwiched
between them. “That was wonderful!” she sighed
sweetly.
“Fantastic,” he agreed.
As they lay there in spent bliss, he stroked the bulging sides of her
immense breasts and said, “So your boobs really are getting
bigger.”
“They sure are.”
“I’m glad.”
“I was hoping you’d like the idea.”
“Oh, most definitely. By the way, have you taken your
bust measurement lately? Like I told you before, measurements are a
‘thing’ with me for some reason.”
“No I haven’t. I don’t think there’s any way to do that
here, though. I haven’t seen so much as a ruler in this
house.”
“Don’t worry about it. We can do that sometime after we
get back.”
“Which reminds me—I’ll have to get a new measuring tape now that my
boobs have gotten so much bigger. Not to mention some new
clothes. By the way, let me know when you think my boobs are
big enough and I’ll start taking my medicine again.”
“There’s no such thing as a pair of tits that are big
enough. Throw your medicine away and forget about it, my
dear.”
“Fine by me. Sometimes the prescription upsets my
stomach anyway.”
“There won’t be any danger to your health, will there?”
“None.”
“How big do you think they’ll get?”
“Well, they won’t always be growing as fast as they are now, but
they’ll never stop getting bigger.”
Greg woke with the brilliant pink sunrise pouring in through the
broad windows looking out on the lake. He was alone in bed
and the sound of Trisha’s humming emanated from the walk-in
closet. She had a beautiful voice and Greg lay listening to
the lovely sound before getting out of bed. Finally nature’s
call could no longer be ignored and he stumbled to the
bathroom.
“Good morning!” came her lilting call.
“Good morning! How long have you been up?”
“Not long. I’ve been trying to figure out what to wear
because most of my tops don’t fit anymore. Greg, my boobs
really grew a lot overnight.” She had his full attention as
he stood there peeing. “I was saving this dress for later in
case I ever got this big, and I’m barely able to fit into it.
You should see.”
Yes, thought Greg, I should. Urination is often
an irksome delay in life, and this moment was a supreme
example. He finally finished and hurried out of the bathroom,
stopping dead in his tracks, dumbstruck.
Trisha stood just outside the closet door modeling the dress for
him. Her tits had expanded to an incredible size,
magnificently enormous and jutting out excessively before
her. The bodice was cleverly constructed to wrap smoothly
around the expansive contours of each gargantuan breast individually so
the beauty of their shape was not hidden. The neck was also
cut so deeply it left very little to the imagination, revealing deep
luscious cleavage surrounded by acres of round, swollen tit flesh with a
crescent of pink areola popping up above the neckline now and then as her
huge knockers jostled. She turned around for him, showing off
the dress as well as her unbelievable figure. When she
stopped turning, her immense tits rebounded ponderously, wiggling about so
that one of her nipples nosed its way into the open. When he
saw that she hadn’t noticed it yet, he called it to her attention by
giving the nipple in question a loving twirl between his thumb and
forefinger.
“Oops!” she squealed, laughing at herself. “Well, as
long as I’ve shown you that much,” she said with a wink as she
hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps of the dress, “do you think
you might like to see a little more?”
“Oh, yes. By all means,” he responded
emphatically.
Smiling at him, she slowly slipped the straps off her shoulders,
exposing more and more of her extravagantly huge bosom. As
she lowered her top, there seemed to be no end of firm bare tit flesh
being revealed. “And that’s not all I’ve got, sailor,” she
cooed seductively. “Not by a long shot. I’ve got
lots more where all that came from.” She leaned
forward slightly and shook her shoulders so her tremendous nipples popped
free. At that point the top of the dress fell to her waist,
baring her profoundly swollen tits. They wobbled and swayed,
bulging out in front of her expansively, her great nipples dipping and
nodding. Her boobs were now fantastically huge, firmly
jutting out an incredible distance and so full they rested against her
abdomen, dipping down to mid-thigh level. Letting the dress
fall to the floor, she grasped the fat sides of her immense mammaries and
squeezed them together sumptuously. Then she turned her
profile toward him and thrust out her chest so he could fully appreciate
the extreme protuberance of her enormous tits. They were like
great rocket nose cones straining out in front of her, bigger than
anything he had ever fantasized in his most wishful wet dreams.
“Last night was amazing,” he said softly. “How about a
morning quickie?”
“Just what I had in mind,” she answered. “It’s strange
the way great sex can sometimes make you even hornier.” She
climbed into the bed and knelt on the unmade sheets with her gigantic tits
resting in front of her. She adjusted the position of each
gargantuan breast for comfort and looked at him entreatingly, saying,
“Play with me.”
Dropping his shorts, he climbed in opposite her on the bed with her
gigantic bosom laying before him and began fulfilling her
request. He fondled her immense tits thoroughly as she
reached down to do the same with his erect penis. After they
had stirred their passion to fever pitch, Trisha laid back, dragging her
huge boobs along the sheets. They mounded up high on the bed,
lying on either side of her with her big nipples pointing outward at
different angles. She spread her legs wide, raising them
slightly and bending her knees, and peered at him between her tremendous
tits with an expression that implored him to take her.
He got on top of her and slipped inside easily, penetrating her fully
to her most inner recesses. He began making delicious love to
her, exploring her astoundingly enormous breasts which had grown so much
larger during the night. Trish noticed that her tits were
increasing in sensitivity as they grew in size. Panting
desperately in frenzied lust, she clutched him tightly to her, putting
nail prints in his back. He took one of her fat nipples in
his mouth and began sucking on it, feeling it swell dramatically as she
groaned with pleasure. They continued feeling, sucking,
stroking and probing each other, and it wasn’t too long before they both
attained an explosive climax together.
After staying connected in afterglow for a while, they got up and
took a shower. There wasn’t much room in the shower stall for
anything besides Trisha’s giant bosom, but Greg didn’t seem to mind having
an immense pair of wet tits bumping into him constantly as he
washed.
They spent a pleasant morning reading on the deck together and after
lunch Trisha suggested they go for a swim.
“Sounds great!” Greg agreed. “Do you have anything you
can wear or are you suggesting we skinny dip?”
“Call me old fashioned, but it’s a little too public here for me to
be comfortable swimming in the nude, at least in the daytime.”
“Yeah, me too. So you have something to wear?”
“Of course!” she said, feigning indignation. “I come
prepared. Come on, let’s change.”
Trisha had brought along a string bikini which she’d
altered. She had replaced the ‘strings’ of the top with ones
that were ridiculously long, or seemed so at first. Their
extreme length was designed to provide a good fit regardless of how
enormous her breasts grew. After she put it on and had Greg
tie it for her, however, there was actually not that much string left
over.
There was not a whole heck of a lot to her
bikini. The thong bottom barely covered the essentials
leaving most of her lovely fanny visible, while the top barely concealed
the dark skin around her nipples (only with constant
readjustments). Her breasts were now so gigantic that the
swimsuit could do little to cover them, and the sight of her was
astounding. The fact that she was wearing a bikini somehow
made the size of her tits seem even more tremendous.
Greg grabbed some towels, tossed one to her and followed her
outside. As she pranced down the stairs toward the small
dock, he watched her huge boobs bounce and swing wildly, slapping together
and wobbling all about. Trisha had asked him to tie her top
extremely tight and now he saw why.
They walked to the end of the little pier, dropped their towels and
slipped off their sandals. Greg stood at the edge and dove
right in, but Trisha knew she had to go in gently or the water would take
her top right off. She sat with her feet in the lake
clutching her massive bosom to her chest, then straightened up and dropped
in. When her face broke the surface again she hooted from the
cold and Greg laughed at her. She splashed at him playfully
as he swam over to her.
“Whew!” she exclaimed. “Sure is invigorating.”
“Yes it is,” he agreed. “I think this is the first time
my weenie’s been shrunk since we met.”
She giggled at him and he suddenly felt her hand playing with his
crotch. “Let me see if I can fix that.”
Then Trisha felt his hands begin fondling her mammoth mammaries
floating just below the surface. “This ought to do it,” he
said as rubbed his palms across them unseen.
“Know what? I like being in the water because it supports my
boobs. I love having them so humongous but it’s a nice relief
from the weight when I’m swimming.”
“Well any time you want me to carry them for you, just let me know,”
he offered.
They frolicked in the water for nearly an hour, splashing, playing
tag, being lewd, and generally having a good time. After a
while a small motor boat became noticeable heading directly toward them
from the main part of the lake and making no changes in course as it drew
nearer. Greg and Trisha stopped what they were doing to watch
the craft as it entered their little cove and dropped its
speed. The single occupant aboard was a man in a uniform with
a ranger hat. “Hello there!” he called out to them.
Greg waved and answered, “Afternoon! What can I do for you?”
The man turned the motor off and the boat decreased its speed
dramatically, still coasting toward them. “I’m Bob Lundstrom
from Fish and Wildlife Service. I’m here to warn you
folks—some clown dumped a tank full of piranha in this end of the lake
last night.”
“Piranha?!” they chorused.
“That’s correct.”
“You’re joking, right?” asked Greg.
“No sir. This is a very serious matter.
I’ll have to ask you both to stay out of the water for a couple of
days. Piranha won’t survive in this environment longer than
that, but until then they do represent a danger.”
Trish and Greg were already dog paddling toward the dock as the
officer spoke. As Greg grabbed the lowest rung of the ladder,
he asked, “Why would someone do something like that?”
From the drifting boat, Lundstrom explained as he watched Greg climb
up on the dock, “Well we can’t prove who did it yet, but we think its the
same individual who’s responsible for some other pranks and
vandalism.”
Greg reached down to take Trisha’s hand and help her up, since
ladder-climbing was one of the things becoming increasingly difficult for
her. She grabbed hold and climbed out, at which point Bob
Lundstrom’s mouth fell open. Water fell from her immense tits
as she adjusted her bikini top. She brushed more water off
the tops of her vast breasts, causing them to bobble heavily.
Toweling himself off, Greg asked the officer, “How big are these
piranha?”
“They’re huge,” he answered absently as he stared at Trisha’s
gigantic undulating bosom. He then startled himself from his
reverie and stammered, “Actually they’re a little bigger than a silver
dollar—which is—huge—for a piranha.”
“Uh-huh,” said Greg skeptically. “Well thanks for
warning us. Bye!”
The man got the hint and started the motor, waving as he stole a
final glance. No doubt there’d be stories told that night
that would not be believed.
After going back inside the house, the air conditioning made Trisha’s
nipples look like kielbasa, so she went directly to take off her wet
swimsuit and put on some clothes. Greg got a cold beer from
the refrigerator and followed her. As he entered the bedroom,
she was coming back out of the master bath totally naked, her tremendous
breasts jiggling wondrously as she walked.
“Can you believe someone put piranha in the lake?” she commented
rhetorically as she took a clean towel from a shelf.
“I know. I hope they catch the dumb shit,” Greg said,
sitting down on a chair and taking a sip from his brown long-neck
bottle. He watched as she unfolded the towel and began drying
off. After doing her hair thoroughly, she draped the towel
across the front of her expansive bosom and patted it dry.
Then she bent at the waist and leaned over so her massive tits swung down,
allowing her to towel off their undersides and her stomach.
After drying herself, she put on panties and a pair of
shorts. Looking across the room at Greg, she asked, “Aren’t
you going to change?”
“Yep. As soon as I get through watching you.”
“Oh, I see. Right now you’re just here for the titty
show.”
“You got it.”
She lifted her arms and began doing a sexy bump-and-grind for
him. Although she did it to tease him, it was still a very
sensual dance that heaved her immense boobs this way and
that. It was plain to see that her bust was bigger than it
had ever been, ballooning out from her torso profoundly as she
danced. The sheer size of her tits was stupefying, full and
firm with skin as tight as a drum.
“This is a new kind of exotic dance,” she informed him as she
continued sending incredible undulations through her colossal
bosom.
“Yeah? How’s that?” he asked.
“It’s backwards. Instead of taking off my clothes as I
dance, I put them on.”
“Hm. I think I like the other kind better.”
“Me too, actually. I’ll do that later for you if you
want, but right now I’m getting dressed, see. That is if I
can find something to put on.” Too soon, she stopped and went
toward the closet, saying, “My boobs are growing so fast it won’t be long
until nothing fits me.”
“You brought along clothes that were too big, knowing you’d grow into
them?” he queried.
“Uh-huh. Except I didn’t realize I’d grow like
this. Now let’s see.” She had disappeared into
the closet but came out again shortly carrying a blouse. The
garment was unrecognizable with the alterations necessary to accommodate
such a spectacularly oversize bust. Yards of material had
been added to the front with a complex series of darts to help it conform
to her wondrous curves. Braless, she put it on and started
buttoning it up the front. “When I get bigger than this I
won’t be able to reach any buttons out in front anymore. I
barely can now.”
“Can I help?” he asked.
“Sure, thanks.” Greg stood and stepped up to the front
of her giant bulging bosom and began fastening the rest of the
buttons. Cavernous though the blouse was, her huge tits more
than filled the immense garment, making it difficult to fasten up.
“I’ll have to figure out a way to put buttons up one side, maybe,”
she mused.
“It’s a good thing you can sew,” he said, struggling to finish his
task.
“Wait,” she said. “You missed a couple at the
top.”
“No I didn’t. I left those unbuttoned for
effect.”
“Yeah, and I know what effect you’re after too,” she said, winking
and stroking his crotch. “Listen, I was thinking of making
some fresh coffee. Do you feel like having any?”
“Yeah, I’d love some.”
“I’ll get it ready while you change.”
“Great. I’ll be right out.”
When Greg came into to the kitchen, the pot was halfway through
brewing and clean cups were set out with sugar and cream. She
was standing at the counter with her back toward him, putting clean
flatware from the dishwasher into the drawer. He came up
behind her and put his arms around her waist, slipping them between her
tummy and her enormous bosom. He kissed her ear and said,
“Trish, before we do anything else, I want to talk to you about an idea I
had.”
“Sure.” She finished with the flatware and turned to
face him, taking his hands.
“Okay, here it is. I was thinking—oh wait, this is part
of it,” he said reaching into his pocket. He could tell from
the expression on her face that her curiosity was aroused. As
he wrestled to take the item out, he continued, “Now to me, this is a
great idea, but you judge for yourself and tell me what you think.”
“Alright,” she said, cocking her head slightly.
“As far as I’m concerned, I think the best thing in the world that
could ever happen to me would be to have you as my wife,” he finally said,
handing her a small box.
His sneak-attack style of proposal caught Trish off guard for a
moment, but it didn’t take her long to start the water works.
She was at a loss for words but managed to nod an emphatic ‘yes’ as she
opened the box.
Greg also got a little misty-eyed watching her try on the
ring. “I hope you like it. This is about the
hundredth time I’ve tried to give it to you, but I was scared you’d say
no.”
She responded by giving him a big hug, clutching him to herself
between her gigantic boobs. With a quivering voice she
answered, “You don’t know how I’ve been hoping you’d ask me
someday.” She gave him a long loving squeeze, drawing him
even closer to her. The blouse was already stretched tight
between her swollen breasts, and this added stress caused most of the
buttons to pop right off and fall to the floor. Her huge tits
bounced free, wiggling and swaying nakedly. She laughed
through her tears, saying, “This is getting to be a habit!”
“It’s a good trick, though. I like it.”
“Well at least this way I can get you closer to me,” she said pulling
him into her cleavage, pressed on both sides by her monumental
boobs. They kissed big, long and wet, and after lingering in
each others’ arms for a while, she said, “Let’s go out for supper and
celebrate!”
“Good idea. How about that little restaurant we saw on
Route 30? It doesn’t exactly look like a classy place, but the sign
said ‘home cooking’ so I bet the food’s good.”
“Yeah—I think it was called Betty’s. That’s fine with
me.”
Trisha had known she’d quickly be outgrowing all her brassieres, and
had brought only one bra along with her, which was ruined when her
swelling breasts had burst it open. Though she usually
preferred going braless, there were occasions when she felt obligated to
wear one and this was one of those times. She’d contrived a
stopgap device that worked so well she later decided to use it permanently
instead of a traditional bra. She had specially ordered a
large sheet of Ace bandage material, three feet wide by twelve feet long,
which she could wrap around her immense bosom to provide adequate
support. This system would also accommodate her rapid growth
without further expense for ever bigger brassieres. She had
tried it out when she first received the material and it had worked well,
but this would be the first test since her tits had become so much more
enormous. Greg helped her put it on, which he enjoyed
thoroughly. It had a minimizing effect because it tended to
compress her flesh, but Trisha’s breasts were now so overwhelmingly huge
that the overall difference was negligible.
She wore jeans and a lightweight short sleeve sweater which was so
roomy it would have easily concealed any woman’s bosom—except for
Trisha’s. It was stretched tight across her giant bust, but
not so tight it appeared ill fitting. She looked fantastic,
and when they entered the restaurant you could almost hear a pin
drop. In spite of their shocked amazement however, everyone
was polite and respectful.
Their waitress was a cute young girl who was very friendly and
happened to be unusually big busted herself. She brought them
their drinks, and as she set them on the table she said in a hushed voice,
“I just love your figure, ma’am. You look so pretty.”
“Thank you very much,” Trish answered with a smile.
After taking their order, she leaned over and whispered discreetly,
“I don’t know how you feel about this, but not long ago I posed for a
photographer who specializes in shooting buxom models. He has
connections with some men’s magazines and I got paid more for that session
than I could make here in months. He’s a good guy, real
professional, and he behaves himself with his models.”
Greg listened with rapt attention and was surprised by Trisha’s
genuine interest. She asked a few pertinent questions and
accepted the photographer’s business card the waitress had.
The girl explained that she got a finder’s fee for sending busty women his
way.
The waitress left and Trisha sat studying the card.
“Remember when I showed you those nude pictures of me?”
“Sure.”
“What was it you said? I could get a fortune for them?”
“Sure. With boobs the size of yours, maybe the biggest
in the world, and with your face and the rest of your sexy body? No
question.”
“Even now that I’ve grown so much bigger?”
“Especially now.”
“How would you feel if I did pose nude?” she asked.
Greg mulled the question over in his mind for a moment and answered,
“As long as you use a stage name I wouldn’t mind. I want you
all to myself, but at the same time I’m really proud of how incredibly
beautiful and sexy you are. I’m a little afraid some tit man
is gonna see you and steal you away from me.”
She took his hand and squeezed it. “I’ve already found
my tit man. You have nothing to worry about,
Greg. I’m crazy about you.”
“Thanks,” he said quietly. “I feel the same way.”
“I was just wondering if it might be a good source of extra income
for us.”
“You might even be able to quit your job.”
“Hey, that’d be nice! Speaking of work, didn’t you say you were
going out of town Monday?”
“Oh, that’s right. Just for a couple days.
I’ll probably get back sometime Wednesday afternoon.”
“I’ll miss you,” she said with sweet sadness.
“Me too. This weekend has been incredible.
I hate to go back tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow already? We just got here!”
“I know. But I think we ought to leave right after lunch
so we can get relax a little after we get back.”
“Good idea.”
It wasn’t long until their supper arrived, which they ate
ravenously. After lingering over a couple pieces of Betty’s
Famous Cherry Pie, they returned to the cottage, taking the scenic route
that followed the lake shore.
When they got to the house, Trish excused herself to use the
bathroom, and when she came out, Greg had to do a double
take. She had taken off her makeshift bra and had put the
same sweater back on, and there was a marked difference in her
appearance. Due to her progressive mammary development,
combined with the absence of restraint by a bra, her gigantic breasts now
filled up the big sweater beyond capacity. It was stretched
tight across her chest, clearly outlining her imposing nipples in the soft
knit and failing to cover the bottom portion of her colossal bosom.
As she walked into the room, her staggeringly oversize boobs jostled
and swayed majestically under the sweater. They seemed
impossibly huge, even for Trisha. Greg watched every jiggle
of every inch as she strolled up and stopped about five paces from him and
held her hands behind her back.
“I have a new trick,” she announced.
“Is this one of your tricks designed to drive me insane with desire?”
“Yes. Watch.” She raised up on her tip toes
and immediately dropped down hard on her heels. Driven by
their great mass, her colossal tits continued falling and slipped right
out from under her top. They wiggled and dipped seductively,
inching the sweater further up on her chest as they bounced.
Her breasts were retaining their firmness as they continued to grow
bigger, jutting straight out from her torso like giant water balloons
filled to the point of bursting. She stroked her swollen
mammaries sensually and murmured, “They miss you, lover.”
“Mmm, I’m always glad when they can come out and play.”
He put his hands on the soft flesh of her enormous naked breasts and
caressed them appreciatively. They felt taut and full as he
handled with them, and he could easily tell they were much bigger than the
last time he’d held them just hours before. He looked into
Trisha’s eyes and realized that her face was pretty far away, considering
the fact that he was fondling her bare bosom. Her tits were
now so immense that she had to lean over to kiss Greg. Her
big nipples dangled down too far for him to reach, so he contented himself
by petting the fat flanks of her great mammaries, ballooning out to either
side. Meanwhile Trisha reached up between her tremendous
boobs, unfastened Greg’s pants, and was giving his erect shaft a
meticulous massage. She knew how to do some wondrous things
with his penis that heightened his arousal remarkably, as if he needed
such stimulation with his arms overfilled with her huge
breasts. He slipped one hand down between her legs and
explored her vagina, already wet with excitement. He soon
discovered he was able to lift a knee up and brush one of Trisha’s lavish
nipples, to her delight.
As their foreplay continued, raising their mutual passion ever
higher, they gradually shed their clothing on the floor until they both
stood naked, fondling one another. The time came when they
could no longer endure further delay. Nearby was the guest
bath, barely more than a closet with a commode and a vanity.
Trish pulled her lover into the room, then turned and leaned over the
vanity, supporting herself on it.
Though Greg normally preferred dim lighting for romance, he turned on
the light so he could better see the fantastic image before
him. The vanity mirror presented both sides of Trisha’s
spectacular body. From the rear he could see her killer legs
and ass as well as the back of her colossal bosom, and reflected in the
mirror were her gorgeous face and the front view of her superabundant
bust. Seeing two Trishas was glorious, especially the sight
of four profoundly immense tits bobbling and swaying in that little
room.
She helped guide his throbbing hard-on inside her, and then she took
his hands and placed them upon her massive boobs, keeping them firmly
pressed to her voluminous flesh as he handled them. At once
he was able to penetrate to the most sensual areas, thrusting into her in
ways he knew would excite her intensely. They fucked each
other mercilessly, making Trisha’s gigantic tits wiggle and bounce
profoundly, slapping repeatedly against the mirror and vanity top.
Greg considered reaching a hand down to play with her clitoris, but
he was having so much fun fondling her huge breasts he was loath to let
them go. Besides, Trisha still clasped his hands onto her
vast bosom and seemed to be having a wonderful time as things
were. This was soon verified when she cried out loudly,
shaking with rapture.
Greg wasn’t anywhere near finished however, and continued plunging
into her and caressing her massive boobs. Despite the
bombardment of pleasure he was receiving from Trish, he found himself
possessed of unassailable stamina and continued servicing his outlandishly
busty lover, giving her six additional orgasms before he himself finally
climaxed. It was a personal record for her, but one that
would not stand too long.
When they finished it was late enough that they decided to change
into their bed clothes for the remainder of the evening. By
this time Trisha’s bosom was extravagantly enormous, overfilling the front
of her cavernous nightshirt and stretching it extremely
tight. In fact, when she took it off the following morning,
the garment had impressions of her boobs, complete with nipples, imbedded
in the fabric. It was a wonder it had survived the night
without being completely torn open by her expanding bust.
When Greg awoke, Trish was standing with the nightshirt half off and
covering her head, struggling unsuccessfully to remove it.
Her tits had swelled up to such an outrageous size that it was stuck fast
across her swollen bust. Unbeknownst to her, he watched
silently from the bed as she tried to coax it off, the gyrations causing
her colossal breasts to heave and bob gloriously. He heard
her giggle at herself a little as she tried to get free.
Rather than get up and help extract her, he decided that he would just
relax and enjoy. It seemed certain that the great size and
weight of her immense boobs would cause the garment to tear if she wasn’t
able to free herself soon.
She managed to wrestle the shirt up far enough to expose the bottom
quarter of her tremendous bosom, at which point she started hopping on the
tips of her toes. Her giant mammaries began flopping heavily
as she hopped, dipping down deeply with their great mass.
Finally they popped out of the nightshirt and bounced free, caroming
wildly.
Greg had never seen anything like this spectacular tit
show. As he watched her exposed breasts wiggling and shaking
riotously, he could see how much bigger they had become since just the
night before, hanging fat and full from her torso and jutting out
inordinately before her.
“Nice tits,” he commented.
She swung her gaze around to where Greg lay with his hands behind his
head grinning at her. She smiled back and replied, “Good
morning! And thanks. They’ve really gotten a lot bigger
again overnight. I thought they’d slow down by now, but
they’re still growing fast.”
“They’re incredibly huge! Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Would you like to try them out, or is that a tent pole under the
sheet?”
“Come here.”
With her monstrously enlarged breasts wobbling and swaying gravidly,
she walked over to the bed, climbed in, and yanked the sheet off
him. “Hello there Mister Boner,” she uttered
gleefully. She took his full erection in her hands and played
with it for a minute or two as she swung her goliath mammaries around for
him to watch. Inching forward on her knees, she straddled his
upright dick and lowered herself onto it with a moan. Greg
hungrily grasped her enormous knockers as soon as they swung within
reach. He pressed her mammoth breasts firmly together and
marveled at how widely separated his hands still were. The
sheer volume of flesh he held was astounding. He rolled her
ponderous boobs from side to side against each other, mesmerized by their
staggering magnitude.
Trisha vigorously impaled herself on his hard cock over and over,
sending heavy reverberations through her vastly swollen bosom which Greg
was fondling exuberantly. He took one of her gargantuan
nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, eliciting a sweet low groan from
her. Their passion rose quickly as they fucked each other,
and in a few minutes Trisha arched her back and came hard with a
cry.
Greg was not quite ready yet and continued thrusting up into
her. He buried his head in her luxuriant cleavage and wiped
her immense tits back and forth across his face. She lovingly
clasped her hands on back of his head and pushed his face into her silky
superabundance. As he nuzzled and kissed her bulging flesh,
the utter enormity of her breasts overwhelmed him and he started
climaxing. He clutched a tit in each arm, hugging them to
himself as he exploded inside her. The intense throbbing and
pulsating of his turgid dick as it forcefully pumped semen into her was
enough to send another orgasm through Trisha’s excited body.
She shrieked with ecstatic release and then collapsed on top of Greg,
burying his head and chest under her gigantic boobs. When
Greg opened his eyes he saw only the peach colored skin of her deep
cleavage sloping upward, as if he were inside a big soft tent.
After relaxing a while, she sat back up on him, her grandiose bosom
now so big that it still rested on the bed when she did. She
wiggled her butt around to savor the feeling of his erection still
penetrating her fully. “You feel so-o good,” she
murmured. “I must have come more times since we’ve been
together than during my whole life before.”
“Sex with you is absolutely fantastic, Trish! I’m always
amazed,” he said as he gently stroked the broad contours of her
mountainous boobs.
They often indulged themselves in these delightful morning quickies;
always a terrific way to begin a new day. They got up and
showered together, and after dressing they went to the kitchen for
breakfast. Trish wore a halter top she had made, which did
little to conceal her glorious bounty. The top was made to be
adjustable so it could grow with her, a fine idea except that her huge
tits had expanded to such a massive size that they filled the garment to
maximum capacity. Her nipples were plainly visible poking out
into the taut fabric, nodding subtly. Her super-swollen
breasts bobbed and dipped cumbrously when she walked, and even when she
stood still they seemed to undulate perpetually. They were
now so enormous that, looking at her from the front, Greg couldn’t tell if
she was wearing shorts or not.
They would have gone for one last swim in the lake if it hadn’t been
for the piranha, but they settled for a little sunbathing on the
deck. Trisha found out that her tits had outgrown the same
bikini top she’d worn just the day before. She asked Greg if
he’d mind if she went topless, and he wasn’t able to think of a single
reason why she shouldn’t.
They spent the rest of the morning relaxing under the sun, Trish with
a romance novel and Greg with a news magazine. She was nearly
able to finish her book but Greg had hardly read a paragraph.
He mostly sat staring at her tremendous naked boobs the whole
time. She was reclining in a lounge chair with her huge
breasts resting at either side of her, resting on towels spread on the
deck. Her tits were so big that when she jokingly set her
drink on top of one, she had to reach up to do it. She later
decided it was the most convenient place to put her glass, and let it stay
there (switching breasts now and then to avoid messing up her tan).
The morning passed too quickly, and after lunch it was time to pack
up and leave. Trish put on her new Ace bandage bra for the
journey back into civilization: a necessary evil. When
she got in the car, her gigantic bust was pushed up against the dashboard
and she had to move the seat all the way back to make room.
The trip was fairly uneventful until they were about halfway
home. Wanting to get more comfortable, Trisha had taken off
her bra without removing her top, an extravagantly large sweat
shirt. It looked more like a tent than a shirt, but when she
put it on, every cubic centimeter was filled up. Now with her
bra removed, her colossal bosom occupied even more space, stretching the
shirt even tighter. The effect was delightful.
Greg could see all the broad curves of her phenomenal figure, her massive
boobs jiggling and swaying freely with the motion of the
vehicle. The shoulder harness of her seat belt crossed
between her breasts, further delineating the contours of her lavish
pulchritude.
Greg came to appreciate the bumps and holes in the road which caused
her formidable mammaries to bounce deliciously, rocking in unison on her
lap. It was a lovely sight and he was glad the traffic was
light because he had to look. His cock started inching down
his pants leg, and before too long Trisha noticed the swollen
bulge.
When Greg looked over at her again she had lifted her sweat shirt up,
exposing the naked glory of her immense tits. She looked at
him seductively as she fingered her nipples, causing them to grow
shockingly big and long. She winked at him and smiled, and
before he realized it she was lying on her back across the seats with her
head in his lap and her giant bare breasts jutting upward.
(They were so enormous that they could easily have been seen from other
cars, wobbling and jiggling with the vehicle’s motion. A few
people did happen to glance their way, but not one of them had any idea
what they were seeing, however, and gave it no further thought.)
Unzipping his pants, she liberated his swollen cock and slurped it
into her mouth. As she began tonguing and sucking his
throbbing erection, he reached his right hand around to her tremendous
bosom. He felt across her luxuriant flesh until he found a
nipple, which he played with, making it distend liberally.
Then he slipped his hand under her panties and massaged her
clitoris. The miles flew by as she gave him oral pleasures
that nearly ran them off the road. It was by far the most
enjoyable automobile trip of his life, a milestone which would be
surpassed again and again in the future.
Their weekend together was the beginning of their lifetime
together. They made plans to move in with each other as soon
as possible, but Greg’s ill-timed business trip would delay that for a
couple of days. When they got back from the mountains he
stayed at Trisha’s until it was time for bed. Since he had to
get up at five the next morning, it made more sense for him to sleep at
his own place so he could pack and simply leave from there.
But it was a very lonely night for both of them.
As soon as Greg got back in town, he drove straight to Trisha’s
apartment. He let himself in and called out her name, but
there was only silence in response. Then he heard her muffled
voice emanating from the garden. Hurrying to the patio door,
he slid it open and saw her. Trish had been outside
sunbathing, wearing only sunglasses and a bikini bottom. She
stood as Greg appeared, tossing her book into the lawn chair where she’d
been sitting. Her tits were now outrageously enormous,
swinging out ponderously from her chest as she got up, like a pair of
surfacing whales. Her huge bare bosom swelled out an
astonishing distance in front of her, dangling gravidly from her
chest.
“Hi, honey!” she squealed with a big smile as she waved and started
toward him. Greg knew her breasts would be much bigger than
they’d been when he last saw her, but he was not prepared for the
magnitude of their expansion. Her gargantuan tits bounced and
wobbled heavily as they approached each other, dipping below knee level
and smacking together to lend some outward action to this extraordinary
mammary ballet. They projected so far out that she had to
lean backward a bit in order to counterbalance their considerable
weight. Greg was dumbstruck.
As Trish leaned over to kiss him, she commented off-handedly, “Pretty
big, huh?”
After a good long wet kiss punctuated by several shorter ones, Greg
finally found his voice, and said, “Patricia, you’re body is totally
amazing! Your boobs are so incredibly huge! They’re gorgeous!”
“Yes sir, this here is a pretty big set of tits,” she said as she
hefted her monumental bosom by the sides with both arms. She
let her gigantic breasts drop, shuddering and undulating massively, the
heavy bobbing tugging visibly at her upper body. “They just
keep getting bigger and bigger and there’s no indication that they’re
ready to slow down yet. Would you like to help me take my
bust measurement, big boy? I’m curious to know what it is.”
Greg ran his palms across the broad surface of her immense
breasts. “I’d love to, you beautiful sexy thing! But I
have a feeling you don’t have a tape measure long enough to wrap around
this humongous bosom,” he said as he lifted one of her huge boobs
slightly and let it go just to watch it wobble and dip. It
jostled against the other swollen tit, causing it to quiver as
well.
“I have an idea,” Trisha said with a wink. “Let’s go
in.” Greg turned and preceded her inside.
Rolling the patio door shut behind her, she exclaimed, “Ooo! This
air conditioning is cold after being outside in the heat for so
long!” The size of her nipples gave growing witness to this
observation as they distended to an extraordinary size.
“So what’s your idea?”
“There’s a spool of ribbon in the hall closet I think,” she said as
she strutted by him, her stupendous tits careening and bounding about
ponderously.
“Good idea,” he said, seeing what she had in mind. Her
huge breasts were now so tremendous that their sides slapped against both
walls of the hallway as she walked.
Standing sideways so she could reach past her colossal bust, she
rummaged around in the closet for a minute before victoriously producing a
roll of shiny blue ribbon. “Ta-da!” She closed the
closet and returned. “Just wrap this around me and then we’ll
measure it.”
“Gotcha,” he agreed, taking the ribbon and setting to his
task. “Hold this end against your nipple here,
please.”
“I can’t reach them anymore.”
“Whoa,” he murmured respectfully. “Okay, just hold it
somewhere you can reach.” He gave her one end and
began to unroll the ribbon across the bust of his topless bosom queen,
keeping it taut but not so tight as to stretch it. He wrapped
it around her swollen breasts and brought it back to where Trish was
holding the other end. After pinching a mark in the ribbon
with his fingernails, Greg said, “Okay, you can let go. Now
let’s measure this.”
He laid the ribbon on the floor and Trish went to fetch a
yardstick. It was hard for him to keep his mind on the work
as she paraded her inordinately oversize naked boobs around.
She returned with the yardstick in hand, and kneeled down to
help. She had to position her colossal tits so they wouldn’t
be in her way.
“Seems awfully long,” Trish reflected. “You’re sure it’s
right?”
“I was very careful. It’s long because your bust
measurement has to be astronomical. Just lay the yardstick
even with the ribbon on one end and then mark the other end.”
“Okay. Here.” Before Greg could give
further instructions, she was already flipping the yardstick end-for-end
and lining it up with her mark. Once the entire length was
calculated, they decided they must have made an error, and measured
everything again just to check. When the second figure agreed
with the original, they sat in mute awe contemplating the reality of a
bust measurement of 156 inches!
“Of course at least six inches of that is because my nipples were on
high beam.” she commented.
“So,” he said admiring her unbelievably enormous breasts, “you really
can’t reach your nipples anymore?”
She stretched her arms out, demonstrating a shortfall of more than a
hand’s length. “Now, if I sort of fold my boob back on itself
a little like this,” she said grappling with her excessively swollen tit
flesh, “I can touch one, but not without doing that.”
“So I guess it’s going to be hard to wash your breasts now, isn’t
it?” he asked.
“It’s a little inconvenient.”
“Then I suppose I should give you a hand in that department from now
on, shouldn’t I?”
She smiled coyly. “Why I’d be most grateful for your
assistance, kind sir.”
“My pleasure indeed, madam.”
“I think you might need to practice first, though.”
“Practice?”
“Just a dry run to make sure you handle a set of tits this big,” she
said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Well, let’s see,” Greg said, knitting his brow in mock
concentration. “How about like this?” he asked as he took her
gigantic undulating boobs in his hands and began massaging them
appreciatively, to their mutual delight. Her bombastic
nipples swelled up even more at his playful touch.
“Mmm, this feels wonderful. I missed you so
much. Fuck me now or I’ll go absolutely crazy.”
“Hey, that’s my line,” he said as he began taking off his
pants with one hand. She contributed a hand of her own to the
worthy task and in a moment she was caressing his turgid
erection. He pulled down her bikini bottom and plunged his
finger into her pussy. She moaned as she moistened, stroking
his stiff dick more emphatically and writhing sensually.
After a couple minutes of this, Trish took Greg’s hand and led him to
the peninsula in the kitchen, shedding their remaining clothing on the
way. Pushing stacks of junk mail and papers aside, she and
Greg together lifted her massive tits onto the counter before
her. Then grabbing the edge of the counter, she spread her
legs and stuck out her delectable fanny. Her goliath tits
lolled on the counter top, quivering subtly as Greg stepped up behind
her. She helped guide his raging cock inside her, relishing
the penetration and moaning with delight.
He pushed himself into her as deeply as possible and found the place
that gave her the most intense pleasure, probing the area over and over,
this way and that as he ran his hands across the expansive surface of her
tremendous breasts. Trisha’s tits bulged out too far for him
to get a good hold of them, but it was extremely erotic to see such a
massive volume of feminine flesh mounded up on the counter.
Looking at his beloved bosom goddess with her mountainous pulchritude, his
passion rose to fever pitch as he plunged into her over and
over. He slid his hands along the tumescent sides of her
monstrous boobs, from the bottoms where they curved in against the counter
top to the highest he could reach on their silky tops.
Presently he moved one hand down to her pussy and began manipulating her
clit, sending waves of pleasure quaking through his lover’s voluptuous
body.
After a while Trish asked to change positions so they could face each
other, so Greg withdrew long enough to help lift her incredible boobs off
the counter. She hugged him between her immense breasts which
wobbled and dipped ponderously. He grasped her round butt and
slid his erect dick into her again. Entering from the front,
his penetration was deeper still, and Trisha sucked air so hard she had to
reassure Greg she was okay.
He leaned back and took hold of her big jutting nipples, fondling
them so they’d swell to an even greater size as he watched her face
reflect the ecstasy. Then Trish lifted her giant breasts
slightly in her outstretched arms and whispered, “Feel me.”
He obliged, taking her super swollen mammaries in his own arms and
earnestly kneading their massive flesh. As he continued
plunging his rigid cock into her again and again, he hugged her stupendous
boobs to either side of his body, one in each arm. It was
mind-numbing to contemplate the outlandish size of the tits he held, far
more enormous than he’d ever fantasized a woman’s breasts could actually
become. They were so heavy his arms strained to support their
mass. He allowed himself to be swept up by the extreme
eroticism of Trisha’s huge bosom and climaxed, ejaculating forcefully into
her. She relished the sensation as he continued thrusting his
cock into her. His erection remained potent long enough for
her to begin exhibiting the little nuances that told him she was near
orgasm. Then she too came, with a loud and joyous cry.
After relaxing against each other in a long embrace, they sank to the
floor to relieve Trish of the weight of her colossal boobs.
Still inside her, Greg reclined on his back while she leaned back against
the cabinet. The protuberant tips of her goliath breasts were
temptingly near at hand, and he was powerless but to play with
them. He collected them together and hugged their vast flesh
to his chest. She voiced her pleasure at his play, pleasure
that mounted as he continued. Soon she shifted forward,
positioning herself over him and sliding herself up and down on his still
rigid dick. All this stimulation helped maintain his erection
until Trish climaxed a second time. Afterward, she collapsed
on top of her swollen breasts, pressing them solidly against him.
“You’re insatiable,” Greg commented, stroking her hair.
“No sir, I beg to differ. I am extremely
satisfied.” She looked down and smiled at him, his face
barely visible between her gargantuan tits. “Are you okay
down there?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m not squishing you, am I?”
“Oh yes, and it’s wonderful. Please don’t stop.”
She giggled at him. “Y’know, as much fun as it is having
such humongous boobs, I do wonder sometimes what’ll happen when I have a
baby. A friend of mine who was rather flat-chested suddenly
got really big after her first child was born. Imagine tits
the size of mine growing four or five times bigger! I also
wonder if my nipples might be too big to fit into a baby’s
mouth. And how will I hold the child to nurse? Whenever
I hold a infant, I always cradle it on top of my bosom because there’s no
room on my chest for anything else. I couldn’t hold a child
far enough away to reach my nipple. I suppose I could lay the
baby on a bed and dangle my breasts above his head and let him
nurse.”
“Don’t worry about all that. Everything will work
out. One thing for sure: You’ll have more milk than
our babies could ever drink.”
“That’s true,” she acknowledged thoughtfully. “I guess
you’ll just have to drink what’s left over.”
He grinned at her. “That could lead to other things, you
know.”
She grinned back and said, “I know.”
The Stewarts and the Martins gathered together for a joyous wedding
ceremony that would make one family where there were two.
Greg’s favorite cousins came, boyhood pals who had often shared their
awakening attraction to the female bust. Since many of
Trisha’s sisters and other relatives proudly carried exceptionally large
bosoms, several new relationships arose out of the event. All
this mammiferous bounty was lost on the best man, however, but Bill was
delighted that Greg and Trish were so happy together and that he’d played
a part in it. Before the ceremony Greg whispered to Bill that
since he’d fixed him up with Trish, he was forgiven for the Bulgarian girl
with the hare lip.
The bridesmaids all wore low cut gowns that exhibited their bounty
splendidly, but none came close to matching Patricia in either size or
percentage of tit flesh revealed. For some reason a bride can
get away with an extreme show of glandular glory at her wedding, exposure
that would be considered too daring at any other occasion, and Trisha had
taken full advantage of this loophole in the taboo. She had
spent weeks making her own dress, revising the pattern so it would
accommodate her unique figure.
Within a week after she’d stopped taking her medication, the growth
of Trisha’s huge breasts had finally calmed down, settling on a rate more
in line with that of a normally developing young woman. This
made it much easier to estimate what size to make the bodice of her
wedding dress and avoid the risk of bursting out of it in the middle of
the ceremony (though this would have made for a landmark episode of
America’s Funniest Home Videos). The final outcome was a
beautiful gown full of lovely detail, with a wide neckline that plunged
down below her navel. Of course, her navel wasn’t visible
because it was occluded by her tremendous boobs, bulging out and jiggling
exquisitely within the dress. (Greg joked that it may be
necessary for Trisha’s bridesmaids to help her carry her bosom down the
aisle.)
Though it had seemed as if the moment would never arrive, it was
finally time for the ceremony to begin. As the opening
strains of the Wedding March filled the sanctuary and Patricia started
down the aisle, everyone stood and turned. An audible gasp
was heard as they beheld her unbelievable figure. Her breasts
had become astoundingly immense, looming out from her torso to an
outrageous degree. Though the gown held her phenomenal bosom
high on her chest, she was so huge that it rested low on her abdomen at
the same time. Her décolletage revealed a broad expanse of
bare flesh, undulating gently as her enormous boobs responded to her slow
gait. Though she’d tried valiantly, she had found no means of
preventing her grandiose nipples from protruding visibly beneath the tight
bodice.
As the couple said their vows, Trisha’s bust was clearly visible from
the back, bulging out supremely on either side. For some
reason the minister lost his place a few times, but otherwise the ceremony
went off without a hitch and Mr. and Mrs. Greg Martin were
introduced to the world.
They settled into a house of their own, enjoying their life together
as Trisha’s breasts continued to grow bigger and bigger.
After contacting the photographer that their waitress had told them about,
pictures of Trisha’s spectacular body were published in a variety of men’s
magazines and each issue was a sellout. She became an
underground sensation worldwide, using the name Precious
Little. The income from this enterprise soon became enough
for both of them to quit their regular jobs and live comfortably while
investing for the future as well.
Her fans clamored for a video, and eventually she consented to do
one. They produced it themselves, agreeing that it would not
include hardcore sex, since Greg was too camera shy and neither wanted her
to be with another man. An all-female production company was
hired so Trisha wouldn’t feel inhibited, and the crew was as fascinated by
the incredible size of her breasts as any male crew would have
been.
They video taped Trisha’s phenomenal body for two days as she
exhibited her astounding bosom for the camera. The finished
production
The tape was a runaway bestseller, the first in a
series. Each new video showed an ever more busty Precious
Little, wielding her enormous pair of wobbling mammaries for the
camera. In time, a special boxed set was issued, documenting
the continuing expansion of her exceedingly fleshy bosom. A
hardcover compendium was also issued featuring photos from throughout her
life, including candid snapshots from girlhood and the original set of
pictures she’d had professionally taken on her own. Presented
in chronological order, the book documented her entire adult life, showing
the development of the most spectacularly oversize tits that had ever been
photographed.
A controversy arose as to whether Trisha’s breasts were real or
not. Some were saying her gigantic boobs were prosthetic, and
others said they were enlarged using computerized special
effects. This didn’t particularly bother Trish but Greg was
furious over it. The result of the flap was a one-time
personal appearance on stage in Atlantic City. The event was
sold out as thousands of fans and curiosity seekers lined up to see the
woman with a 241-inch bustline. A choreographer had been
hired to work up a dance routine and teach it to her, which she worked
hard on and learned well.
When show time arrived in the big auditorium, the music started and
Trish came out on stage wearing a long, billowing evening dress with a
jacket. The crowd was instantly on its feet as the light from
hundreds of flash bulbs flickered all across the room. As she
walked, her cumbrous tits dipped nearly to the floor, their overwhelming
mass far too big to be effectively hidden by clothing. The
entire audience was electrified at seeing her. When she
dramatically swept off her jacket to reveal a severely low cut neckline, a
respectful hubbub rose from the crowd. Her clothes gradually
came off a piece at a time, until she danced in just a G-string and a
brassiere. The bra had been specially made for the
performance, designed to compress her colossal boobs as much as possible
and featuring a quick-release device for easy removal. When
she slung off the bra, tossing it into the audience, her gargantuan
breasts popped free, wiggling and bobbing vigorously. The
crowd’s unison gasp could be heard above the loud music. She
danced enthusiastically for a long time, and when her striptease was
finished, the house went berserk: standing, applauding, shouting,
and cheering.
After her dance, Trisha spoke briefly, thanking everyone for coming,
and then took questions from the audience. They asked many
things about what life was like for her, having such a staggeringly huge
bosom. The detail and plausibility of her answers won over
many doubters in attendance, but not all.
One die-hard cynic stood and boldly denounced her as a fraud, to the
boos and catcalls of her fans. Trisha courteously invited him
to come up on stage to take a closer look. After some
hesitation, he decided accept the friendly challenge, to the approval of
all factions. He stood on stage next to her, nervous but
composed as she asked his name. She recognized it as that of
a columnist for a national sex tabloid who was one of her principal
detractors. She instructed him to take as long as he needed
to scrutinize her body closely. She gave him permission to
touch her, with a cordial warning to keep in mind that her husband was
just offstage.
She could read it in his face before he even began his brief
examination of her, inspecting the skin where her breasts joined her torso
and laying one hand on her swollen flesh to check
temperature. Then he resolutely turned to the audience and
announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, most of you know of my reputation and
how skeptical I’ve been regarding the authenticity of Miss Little’s
figure. I want to publicly apologize to her and let everyone
here know that this is the biggest fuckin’ pair of flesh-and-blood tits
I’ve ever seen!” The crowd broke into wild cheering and applause,
and from that day forward the world knew it was possible for a woman to
have a 241-inch bust.
The rest of the show consisted of various demonstrations and
exhibitions of her mammary enormity which Greg had recommended she do for
her fans. Her bust measurement was officially taken and
recorded by a team from the Guiness Book of World Records.
With the happy assistance of some audience members, her gigantic breasts
were weighed both together and individually on a large industrial scale,
establishing for posterity not only their great weight, but that her left
boob was three pounds heavier than her right (though a substantial
difference for a normal size bosom, it was indiscernible in Trisha’s
massive bust). Measurements were also taken of her lavish
nipples, both before and during distention, complete with tight close-ups
on the large overhead video screen.
After the show, many urged her to take the production on the road,
but her tits were just too big and heavy for that kind of
exertion. Besides, she and Greg were ready to start a family
as soon as possible.
Trisha decided to retire before her body began ‘falling apart’ as she
put it. In truth she was one of those women who retained
their great
Trisha’s boobs eventually became so huge that they rested on the
floor even when she was standing, forcing her to drag them along in order
to move
Their five children grew in a household that was solidly knitted
together by their love.
Young Arnie Samson was perched in a tree watching through the zoom
lens of a camcorder as he taped the Martins in their pool not far
away. Their back yard was surrounded by a tall privacy fence
which ordinarily provided complete seclusion from public view, but they
never imagined they were being spied on from the woods as Trisha relaxed
topless with her husband by their large above-ground pool. To
provide better mobility for her on the deck, her mountainous breasts were
each sitting on their own palette with rollers. As she
reclined in a lounge chair, her gargantuan tits lolled on either side of
her, mounding up to eye level and about half again as broad.
Unaware of her career as Precious Little, Arnie had his own extensive
collection of private videos he’d secretly taken of Patricia
Martin. The first time he saw her, he just happened to have
been climbing a tree when he caught a glimpse of something he had not
imagined possible. After finding another tree with a better
vantage point, he beheld with awe the Biggest Tits in the
World.
It had been a quantum leap for his concept of sexuality.
A few years earlier, he had awakened to his love of big breasts, but this
new discovery made him realize just how big he loved them! As
Arnie began pursuing his new hobby, he eventually tired of hanging 25 or
30 feet in the air while he jerked off and instead began video taping her
whenever he had an opportunity. Later he would savor Trisha’s
extravagant form in private, yearning for those monstrous breasts!
He clung to his lofty vantage point as he recorded, wishing for a
more powerful zoom. He watched Trisha get up from her chair
and begin the complex procedure necessary for her to enter the
pool. First she and her husband pushed and wrestled her
insanely oversize bosom to the pool’s edge. Then after Trisha
had positioned herself carefully, Greg would slowly tilt the palettes one
at a time, letting each enormous boob slide into the water with a great
splash. Both times it seemed she was in danger of being torn
apart by the divergent pull of her outrageously massive tits, but the
couple had performed this maneuver many times and had it down
pat. As each gargantuan breast plunged into the water, the
level in the pool rose dramatically. When both of her
hypertrophied glands were in the water, it started sloshing over the
side. Lastly Trisha stepped in with a hoot, and Greg dove in
immediately after but didn’t surface right away. Suddenly
Trisha yelped, and then laughed along with her yelping, fending off his
unseen underwater antics. The astonishing size of her boobs
caused them to float independently, rising above the surface like twin
islands of flesh.
Arnie admired the way the Martins were always so playful together,
especially in the pool. Though Arnie didn’t realize it, Trish
“Hi!” came a young voice from below. Arnie was so badly
startled he nearly fell out of the tree. “You like my mom’s
boobies? Pretty big, aren’t they?”
Arnie looked down in mute shock as his face flushed beet
red. Below him he saw three teenage girls looking up at him
with sly grins. They were a bit younger than he was, each
with the same pretty face, and to his amazement all three girls possessed
a very healthy set of pumpkin size tits bulging out braless under their
identical blouses. “Uh, I’m Arnie Samson,” he
stammered.
“I’m Marianne Martin.”
“I’m Melissa Martin.”
“I’m Michelle Martin.”
“We’ve been watching you,” said Marianne, the first who
spoke.
“You’re cute.” Chimed in Melissa. “Guess
you like real big tits, huh? We do too. Mine are going
to be as big as my mom’s when I’m grown up.”
“Mine are gonna be bigger,” Michelle added.
“I’m gonna have the biggest, though,” Marianne asserted.
“Oh, you will not!” Melissa protested.
“Will too!”
“Who says?”
Michelle entered the fray, adding, “Yeah, how do you know?”
“My boobs are biggest now!” proclaimed Marianne.
“You wish.”
“They are!”
“Huh!”
The trio almost seemed to have forgotten about the young man they had
treed. Arnie watched them in stupefied silence as they
argued.
“Mom only gets you guys the same size bras as me ’cause it’s cheaper
that way.”
“That’s a lie!”
“It’s true.”
“Yeah? Well put up or shut up!”
As if on cue the three young ladies began furiously untucking and
unbuttoning their blouses until each had bared her very sizable
bosom.
“Look, see? It’s obvious I’m biggest,” Marianne
declared.
“Nothing’s obvious!”
“You’re not biggest!”
Arnie stared frozen with rapt attention at their spectacularly
oversized naked breasts, wiggling happily as the girls
bickered. Suddenly they all looked up at him at the same
time, and Marianne spoke. “What do you think, Arnie?”
“Yeah, settle this for us.”
Arnie was down from that tree in a heartbeat.
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