How Big Should Noelle Get?

Hi, just wanted to make a quick post to tell you that I'm still working on the next chapter.

UPDATE (12/31)

Hoping to have the next part posted on January 2nd. 

Have a great and safe New Years!.

I'm getting a pretty good idea how big I want Noelle to get, but it's not set in stone.  Only a couple of people have given me any feedback on what they think.  So, let me ask here, again.

How big do you think Noelle should get?

Leave a comment on this post and put in your two cents!

~ C

PS: May you all have a very Merry Christmas and healthy and happy New Year!

ENCOUNTER, Part 4

I'm writing this story sentence by sentence when I get the chance at work or in the evening or whereever.  The most that seems to get written at one sitting is a few paragraphs.  The story seemed so much longer until I read it back and now it feels pretty small.  There's no sex scene in this week's scene, I'm afraid.  It's kind of the lead up to one, though.

Let me know what you think.  Also, I really have no idea how big I'm going to make Noelle.  My plan is for her to get to what she thinks is the maximum that her skin can stretch only to find, in a future part, that her doctor is able to get so much more elasticity out of her.  Let me know your thoughts.

Please be aware that this is an extreme first draft and will probably contain type-Os. .

ENCOUNTER
Part 4

by

Shadowmuse Blown

Before Gary showered, he sent Noelle a text so that she would have his phone number. It took him several minutes to figure out what to say. 

"Can't believe you were not a dream. Hope all goes well today.  I understand if you've think upon all that happened yesterday and you wonder why what the hell you were thinking trying to hook up with me.  You will have still made my decade even if I never hear from you again.
        -Gary : ) "

When he came out of the shower, there was no reply, and he nodded to himself. 

I would've been shocked if she had responded, he thought. I mean, she did leave me that note, but really, why would she really want to peruse anything with some old guy with a limp dick?

He got dressed and headed down to the lobby.

In contrast to last night, the lobby was bustling with people having breakfast in the restaurant or waiting for a shuttlebus to Saga. This hotel, and dozens like it, probably wouldn't exist if it weren't for Saga, he realized. 

After a few minutes, a big coach bus pulled up and he filed out into the cold with dozens of others. He grabbed himself a window seat and waited for the bus to leave, the seat beside him, unoccupied. The cold air from the big window leaked across his lap, fighting the blowers from the bus' heating system. 

He felt a familiar buzzing in his pocket, the pattern of shave-and-a-haircut without the two bits. It was his phone's vibration sequence set up to tell him that he'd just gotten a text. 

He pulled out the phone and quickly canted the screen so that the passengers across the aisle couldn't see. 

Noelle had sent a picture of herself. She had taken the selfie from below while wearing just a bra. This bra was a red plunge and the picture had been taken so as to frame her face in the valley of her crazily bulging cleavage. Her boobs looked ready to burst from internal pressure, and she was pouting at the camera with a cock-hardening pose. 

Or it would have been cock hardening if his cock had been working properly.

 As it was, the picture made his blood race and his pulse pound. She was so fucking hot!

Text followed:

"I'm not letting you get off that easy, Mister!

Don't forget about me!"

Shit!

Who could forget that!

He shook his head, mentally, and saved the picture to his phone. He knew he'd be sneaking peaks at that pic all day. 

Twenty minutes later he was entering the huge main entrance to the Saga Training Campus.  He found his name on a series of video monitors on the right hand wall that informed him what room he would be in today, and then he delved deeper into the lobby in search of breakfast. 

In the center of the lobby, just before the dining area, an enormous Christmas tree had been set up in the vast space with its cathedral-ceiling. 

Saga provided breakfast and lunch and there was always something delicious. He ladled out some steel-cut oatmeal and grabbed a couple of scrumptious rolls and sat down. 

He sat at one of the dozens of round tables in the hall by himself and pulled out his phone while he ate to sneak another look at her gorgeous face and awesome tits. 

Just then, another picture came thru of Noelle in the back of a cab, her make-up done up dramatically. She wore a blue and black horizontal striped sweater that adhered to her enormous bombs like a second skin. This shot was taken from above while wearing her puffy winter coat, but the zipper had been pulled down to allow her giant chest to cantilever forward. She smiled up at the camera devilishly. 

It's gonna be really hard to pay attention in class if she keeps sending me shots like this! he thought, with a grin. 

Class did prove difficult to pay attention to as his mind kept rolling back to last night. For the first couple of hours Noelle would also send him a hot picture, which didn't help matters, either. But then, at quarter to eleven she sent him the most distracting texts:

"Doc says no problem prescribing Viagra"

"She's gonna start the fill now"

"Oh man!  She's pumping me up BIG!"

"Can't wait to feed you the Viagra and feel you pump up so HARD while fucking me and my new balloons!! "

He actually got hard just reading the last one. 

At lunch time he got another text that left his heart pounding:

"Getting SO big!  How big will I be when you see me?

LOL!  Wouldn't you like to know!"

A few minutes later, she sent another text:

"I had no idea that I would get this big today, and she's still pumping me more!"

How could she still be getting filled?  Gary recalled that saline fills were usually done by hand with a syringe plunger pushing the saline through a fairly narrow tube. He guessed it could take a while, but for her doctor to still be injecting her after all this time, she must have added well over a thousand CCs, he figured. Maybe much more. He really had no idea. 

It was even more difficult to concentrate in class that afternoon. When no new pictures were sent for the next couple of hours he began to wonder if something hadn't gone wrong. 

At 3pm he sent a text asking if she was okay.  He had been texting her during breaks to tell her how much he liked the pictures, but he hadn't sent anything since lunch. 

In response, she sent him a pic of her gorgeous face half-eclipsed by a flesh-colored semi-circle. It was as if she were peering over the horizon--if the horizon was a giant breast!  It was impossible to tell how big she had grown, but it was obvious that she had been pumped very large. 

"OMG", he texted back. 

The next picture she sent was of one of her big nipples, its surrounding areola and a bit of the surrounding breast.  But the areola was round. When he had seen them, they looked oval when her breasts were hanging floppy. They had only taken on a round shape when she had been lying on her back and her mighty fun bags had flattened out across her ribcage. But there was something different about the areola in this new shot. It was taut, as if it had been stretched out. 

"I'm guessing you're not lying down for that last shot," he texted. 

"LOL!!" she replied. "No."

The last couple of hours, until the shuttle bus came at 5, seemed torturously long.  

On the ride back to the hotel, he kept imagining what she might look like with a larger chest. But how big was she really?  

"When you get back to the hotel room, you will find something from me. Take it and then meet me at the restaurant downstairs at 6:30.  I took your extra hotel key card last night. Hope you don't mind."

He had received that text around 4::30. Obviously, she was referring to the Viagra. He had a lot of questions about how it would affect him, but didn't want to look it up on his phone until he got back to the room; there were too many people who were too close to him on the bus for him to feel comfortable reading about Viagra!

As the bus pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, it began to snow. It was certainly cold enough outside for snow; he had checked the temperature in his phone earlier and hadn't been surprised to see that it was 15 degrees outside. That was cozy compared to the -10 it was supposed to hit tonight!

He entered his room to find the vial of Viagra waiting for him on the cabinet that the TV sat on. Until he saw it sitting there, he had still wondered, in the back of his mind, if, perhaps, this wasn't all an elaborate joke. It was all so unlikely: meet a young gorgeous, super-busty woman who not only happens to be interested in you, she also was planning to get hyper-augmented. 

He laughed out loud.

Was this all real?

The vial of Viagra said "yes". 

Before he even took off his coat, he opened the cap and poured out a dozen of the diamond shaped pills. He certainly wouldn't have to worry about running out for a while!  He took one and replaced the rest. 

The vial instructed to "Take one (1) by mouth one hour before sex". The doctor's name was Mei Concupy. 

He went to the bathroom and removed the plastic over-wrap from one of the paper cups and filled it with cold water from he tap, then took the pill. 

Now to find out how what I took will effect me, he mused to himself. 

He removed his outerwear and looked up Viagra on Google. 

Twenty minutes later he was happy to learn that he would not have a constantly hard cock for the duration of the drug. Technically, it wouldn't give him an erection, it would simply allow the blood to flow to areas that his body now had difficulty with. It simply enabled him to have a hard-on, not force one on him. 

Sounded fine by him!

Gary decided to dress nicely for dinner. Saga allowed a casual environment and he had been dressed in a polo shirt, jeans and sneakers. He decided to put on a pin-striped black button down, collared shirt, black dress pants, and black socks and dress shoes. 

As he pulled out the clothes he had packed on a whim, he smiled as he realized how long it had been since he had dressed for a date. He would've put on a tie, as well, but he never thought in a million years that he would have needed one on this trip. He had only brought the dress clothes in case he had wanted to eat out at a nice restaurant.

After ironing his clothes for that evening he went into the bathroom to touch up his shave. 

As he looked up at himself he was surprised to find that the tips of his ears were red. 

Increased blood flow, indeed! he thought, with a smirk. Well, it's a small price to pay for proper performance. 

It was about a quarter past six when he found himself presentable enough for Noelle, and he headed down to the lobby. 

As he walked down the hallway from the elevators to the large two-story-high lobby, he realized that his heart was pounding as he searched for Noelle. His eyes first scanned the area by the huge fireplace, where logs were ablaze in welcome warmth. None of the couches or comfortable easy chairs contained the tawny-haired bombshell, however. He looked through all the tables in the restaurant that occupied the floor space on the opposite side. When he came up empty, he quickly looked through the bar, which sat at the back of the restaurant. There were a lot of people about, but none of them were Noelle. 

Well, it wasn't quite 6:30, yet, was it?

He headed over to the bar and was about to order a whiskey sour when he remembered that alcohol can have a bad effect on performance, so he ordered a simple diet coke, instead. 

He sat there, his back turned to the bar, for about a quarter hour, watching the various people come and go in the big lobby. 

At 6:35 he again wondered if she would show. 

Of course she's going to show up, he thought. Why would she get me a large supply of Viagra and them stand me up?

Then he saw her. 

From the hallway that lead from the elevators he watched her incredible form appear and his heart was in his throat. 

She was the physical manifestation of sex on heels. 

Her eyes were upon him immediately as she rounded the corner from the hallway. She wore a cobalt blue ribbed sweater dress that clung tightly to her every insane curve--and the curves of her chest were particularly insane.  

Big, round, and high, her twin bombs were mind-bogglingly gargantuan.  Each massive sphere of a breast was a good eight-and-half inches in diameter!  The wide and deep neckline of the dress showed off vast amounts of her truly cavernous cleavage proving to all who saw that she hadn't stuffed a pair of basketballs into the outfit. 

The wide neckline plunged down and met at the front of her tight balloons in a sweetheart's dip. There, a straining button kept the dress from exploding open from the strain of containing those vast globes of lust.  Buttons then ran down the balance of the tight dress, all the way to where it hemmed just above the knee. Below that, she wore black tights with a diamond pattern showing off the sensuous curves of her shapely legs. Matching blue pumps completed the stunning outfit. 

As she walked over to his position, Gary got off the bar stool to await her. His heart pounded as intense desire filled him.  He felt a deep "pulling" sensation in his chest and he felt his crotch tingle with excitement. He hadn't felt that sensation in his cock with that intensity for quite some time, and he was sure he had a raging hard-on.

As she crossed the lobby, past the front desk, her stupendous kegs seemed not to bounce or jostle one bit, as if they were too full and tight to have any fluidity: which was exactly the case. A sly grin spread over her face as she saw him and he imagined her thinking how she was blowing him away.

She stopped, just in front of him, her mighty planets mere inches from his chest.  

He was totally stunned by he sheer size of her monstrous bosoms and opened his mouth to speak,'but no words issued forth. 

"Five thousand CCs," she announced. 

"Five..." he managed to find his voice, "thousand?"

She nodded. 

"I am so glad I brought you that Viagra," she said in a quiet tone. "You're so big!"

"I was thinking the same thing," he said.  He was definitely glad she had gotten him the meds, that was for sure.  But "big" didn't even begin to describe the humongous set of glands stretching out her dress, just millimeters from his torso.. 

ENCOUNTER, Part 3

Here's some of Part 3; sorry I didn't get a chance to write more this weekend, but things are incredibly busy.  If I get a chance, I'll try to add to this part or post a forth part.  Check back at the opening banner for update information.

Please be aware that this is an extreme first draft and will probably contain type-Os. .

ENCOUNTER
Part 3

by

Shadowmuse Blown

Gary hadn't had sex with someone since before his separation five years ago, and his last days of having sex with his wife, at the time, had been less and less stimulating. In the end, he could barely get it up and couldn't manage to cum. At the time, he had attributed that to her ever ballooning body as she gained more and more weight, but later realized that it had probably been the onset oF ED. 

As he finished cumming he let go of Noelle's twin bags of bounty and let her come close to embrace her. They faced each other, canted, with his right side touching hers, but a bit of space between them on his left so that she could continue messaging his already softening member.

"Oh, baby," she cooed and kissed him sensuously and slowly, instead of the hyper-assault she had just given him with her tongue.
 
Gary considered her as they kissed. Her skin was so soft and creamy, her vast left cheek's curve and her jawline filled his field of view for his right eye, her closed eyes and petite nose viewable by his left eye. 


So beautiful and sensuous, and erotic. 


What did she see in him?


He shuddered a few times as she wrung out the last of his post-orgasmic echoes--each eliciting a slight smile from her as they kissed. 


Her lips were amazing: so plump and full and soft. 


Finally, she withdrew and considered him with her enormous brown eyes. 


"You are one fucking good kisser," she declared, softly. 


It made him smile. 


"I have to admit," she continued, "that when I first pulled you out, I thought you weren't going to react at all."


"I have to be hyper-excited to get as hard as I eventually did," he admitted. "But, it wouldn't last.  If we played for a few minutes, it would just give out and go soft. It's extremely frustrating."


"Why haven't you gone to see a doctor about it?"'she wanted to know. 


"To get meds?" he asked, then laughed. "What, so that I could jerk off with a really hard cock?  I haven't been with anyone for years."


"You are iii now," she said, and stepped back, and began to remove the rest of his clothes. "You need to get some sleep and I want to cuddle, so let's get to bed,"


"Bossy, aren't you?" he kidded. 


Smiling, she took off her boots and pulled off her jeans as he disrobed. 


"I'm just glad I excited you enough," she said. 


"Are you joking?" he asked, amazed at her wide hips and wonderfully pneumatic ass, and her contrastingly narrow waist. "Can I ask your cupsize?"


"What do you think it is?" she asked, naked now except for the massive bra. "Take a guess."
"I've been thinking, perhaps an M-cup," he said, removing his shoes and socks. 


"That sounds about right," she said. "This is an L-cup bra, but as you can see, I'm kinda bulging out of it. I'm thinking I really should be wearing an N. 


"Here," she said, and turned around. "Unhook me."


The back of the bra had a wide band with five hooks. Gary had never seen a bra with so many hooks. 


"So you got yourself augmented the previous summer, here?" he asked as he undid each tight hook. 


"Yeah," she replied. "I had been through another surgery a couple of years before, too. I was originally an F-cup, but I always wanted to go bigger."


Gary finished unhooking the band. There, inside, was the bra size: 30L. 


And it was too small for her. 


Noelle held the cups to her big soft jugs and turned around. 


With a sky grin on her face, she let the black cups slowly drop. Her big tankards, which he had assumed would sit round and high, were anything but. As she dropped the cups, her massive flesh dropped with them. Her bosoms were big, low hangers, not round and high. 


It made sense. She had had her procedure done a year and a half ago and had been letting them stretch so that she could now have them filled like crazy. 


They hung down past her navel, wide and sloped fairly flat until they filled out, somewhat, to rise three inches or so near their bottoms. Crazy, thumb-thick spigots pointed toward the floor from the very bottom of her breasts, each, at least an inch long. They sprouted from dark pink areola that were about two inches wide. 


"Holy shit..." he gasped.  

She cocked her head to one side as she grinned. 


"They're so big already," he said. "Why do you want them even bigger?"


"I always have," she said, shaking her shoulders so that her floppy whales undulated and rolled back and forth across her chest and abdomen. It drove Gary crazy with lust, although his cock stirred not a millimeter.


"At least," she continued, "ever since I was eleven and I began to develop.  Big breasts fascinated me, then later aroused me, and now I just feel like I need to make them as big as I can. I get horny just thinking about it. My breasts have always been an erotic focus for me. They get me hot and it gets me hot when guys go crazy for them."


She pulled back the sheets on the king-sized bed and hopped in.  She lay there, on her side, propped up on her shoulder, her big belugas resting fat and round on the mattress. 


"You're with the wrong guy," he said. 


"Why?" she asked, petulantly. 


"Because my cock can't do you justice," he replied. 


"We will solve that problem tomorrow," she said. "Do you like the way I look, in the meantime?"


"Absolutely."


"Then climb into bed with me and kiss me," she said. 


She was so young and such a tit-lover's fantasy!


She grinned as he lowered himself beside her. 


"I can't believe you're real," he said. 


She became very serious, suddenly, and slowly pressed her lips to his. He raised his right hand to her face, while propped up on his left elbow, to face her. 


So soft. 


So gorgeous. 


So hot. 


They kissed like that for a while as Gary let his right hand rove over her shoulders and arms and hips and thighs, then back up to cup her heavy gunny sacks.  


She shifted so that she was lying fully on her back and he moved his lips down onto her neck and then shoulders. He kissed her and worked his way down to those swollen fleshbags, amazed at the sheer amount of real-estate and heft. Soon, he was sucking her right nipple fully into his mouth, making her moan softly. 


He had never sucked on a nipple this big!  It was huge to begin with, but as he sucked and teased it, it swelled and distended within his mouth, growing hard and firm. As he suckled it, he reached out to tweak and roll her other fat spigot with his right hand. 


Her moans grew louder as her nipples swelled and hardened, her hands in his hair as he drove her crazy. 


He teased her like that for quite some time before moving on, kissing her flat stomach and moving ever south.  


Soon he was pivoted with his mouth above her vulva, her shapely legs spread wide. With his right hand he spread her outer lips and with the other, tweaked and teased a nipple as he plunged his tongue within her inner lips. 


Soon he worked his way back out and up to her clit, which was the width of his pinky. He licked and teased around it for a long time, going back to her inner lips and then returning to her clit over and over again, teasing her and teasing her. He watched her bud flush ever redder as she anticipated his touch. Finally, after ten minutes or so, he began to lick the very bottom of her her clitoris.

Her whole body arched at his touch and she cried out as the tip of his tongue teased that one part of her raging live button.


He couldn't believe how big her clitoris distended as he teased her and felt his cock actually swell, somewhat, in response. After a minute or two, he began a full assault on her majestic prong, licking around it and across it in mad random swipes and flicks. 


Noelle screamed and thrashed about like a carp on dry land as he drove her closer and closer to losing it. Her clit must have extended a good half inch from under its hood as he teased her mercilessly until finally, with an ear-piercing cry, Noelle's back arched and she froze as if electrocuted. Her scream grew horse as juices squirted from her tunnel.  
She came and came and Gary was more than happy to keep licking and teasing her to prolong her pleasure. 

After about a minute, her swollen butt cheeks fell back to the mattress and Gary quickly retrieved his oral organ as her orgasm finished. He knew she would become too sensitive in her post-orgasmic state and kept his tongue action to the surrounding area of her clit, sometimes plunging it back into the entrance of her vagina, but not touching her button, directly, any more.

She gently tugged his hair, meaning that she wanted him to come back topside and he gave up his position, wiping his mouth as best he could before joining her back at the pillow.  


"Oh, my goodness!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been all my life?  That was so hot!"  

She crushed her swollen udders between them as she hugged him tightly and kissed him deeply despite where his mouth had recently been. 


They cuddled close after that with Gary lying on his back with Noelle on her side, beside him, her head lying on his chest and her giant boobs pressed up against the side of his ribcage, bulging outward. His left arm was along her backside, caressing her curves. 
Gary felt her breathing slow as she calmed down and he reached for his cell phone, with his right hand, that he had laid on the bedside table. It was an awkward reach, but he could just manage it. 

He set his alarm for 6am and drifted off to sleep, feeling sure that when he awoke that he would find that she had been but a dream. 

~ ~ ~

When he awoke, Noelle was gone.  Had it been a dream?

If it had been, then what had he done yesterday after he gotten off the plane until he went to bed?  He laughed at the notion and noticed a hand-written message on hotel note paper. It was from Noelle and she had scrawled her phone number. 

"Got up at 5 to pee and realized that I have to be ready pretty early, myself. Besides, it will be easier for you to get ready for class this morning if I'm not there to distract you, so I'm heading up to my room now. 

"I'll send you pix thru out the day!


"Get smart brains!" she wrote, finishing the note. 

ENCOUNTER, Part 2

Well, I didn't get as much written last night as I'd hoped.  We'll see how far I get tonight.  I have no idea if I'll be able to get to any more of this story before Christmas, so please don't hold your breath.  : )

Please be aware that this is an extreme first draft and will probably contain type-Os.  I'm writing this in a hotel room directly to the blog while I'm away at training.

ENCOUNTER
Part 2

by

Shadowmuse Blown

It proved extremely difficult not to try steal a look at her chest when he felt she wasn't looking.  Even the effort to keep his eyes from dropping down while they were conversing proved trying.  She was so big and the horizontal bands woven into the fabric of the clingy red sweater just made her already massive bust seem even more pronounced. 

He guessed that she was, perhaps an M-cup, give or take, and it was apparent that she wore a full-coverage bra.  Despite this, big bulges of her breasts overflowed the cups and made themselves apparent beneath the sweater.

She had ordered a glass of white Zinfindel, but Gary contented himslef with a cup of hot mulled cider as they waited for some chicken tenders.  He did not want to order alcohol and then wind up getting sleepy.  Something also reminded him that alcohol and erections did not mix, but he almost laughed out loud as the thought occured to him.

Really, Gary? he asked himself.  Do you think this evening is going to wind up with you in bed with this girl?  Really?

No.  Of course, he didn't.

"So, when do you think you'll be ready to start the dating game, again?" she asked him.

He smiled and shook his head.  

"I tried going out a few times, but there was no chemistry with any of them.  A few were good looking, but it seems like so much effort.  I haven't given up, by any means, but I'm in no rush to drive myself crazy trying to find the perfect someone," he said.

"Well said," she replied, with a smile.  "Tell me what your perfect woman would be like."

He laughed, but said nothing.

She was so gorgeous.  Her skin so soft and her face so curvacious.  He loved the huge swells of her cheeks that echoed the fullness of her breasts.  Her eyes were of such an intense, deep brown that he wondered if they were her natural color.  They stared at him from beneath wonderfully long lashes.  Her lips were so incredibly full and beautifully formed.  The sweatheart dip in the upper lip echoed a shallower one in her super-sized lower appendage.  Her lips were so full--seemingly ready to burst--that he was positive she had had them filled, somehow, but the person responsible had done a perfect job.

"What?" she asked, puzzled.  "You won't tell me?"

"I don't think that I will, no," he replied, and stared into his hot cider.

She considered him for a moment.

"What's the big deal in telling me?" she wondered, although, she was beginning to get the idea.

"It's..." he began, then straightened up and looked at her again.

"I'm a bit of an old fool," he said.  "I would be quite embarrassed to tell you."

"Why?" she asked.  "Is it because I fit the bill all too closely?" 

"Probably," he replied.  

They looked at each other for a few moments, in silence.  Gary wondered if she was going to laugh in his face and walk away.

"I've met a lot of guys since my divorce, Mr Gary," she said, after a while.  "Most of them just wanted to get into my pants.  None of them interested me."

She put her glass down on the bar.

"Until now," she said.

Again, the two were silent for a few moments.

She can't be serious! Gary thought to himself, his heart racing.

Then, the intensity of the moment was broken as the barkeep dropped off their basket of chicken strips.  

"With ranch on the side," he said, and left the two of them alone.

After a brief instant, the two broke up in laughter.

"You had me going there for a minute," Gary told her, as he reached for a piece of chicken.

"Going where?" she asked.  "I'm totally serious."

"Noelle," he said.  "I'm twenty-two years your senior.  I'm old enough to be your dad."

She leaned forward, the weight of those monster bombs of hers pressing against the fabric of her sweater, making them bulge insanely.  "Ask me if I give a shit," she replied.  "My dad never looked or acted like you do.  I think you're attractive, and we get along great, what the fuck more do you want?"

She was serious!

"The way I see it, the age difference is no big deal if two people have the hots for each other and love each other's company.  As far as I'm concerned, there are only two potential problems.

"One: do you like big boobs?"  And here she sat up straight and thrust her massive set forward into the air between them.

Gary laughed.  "I'm not made of stone!" he replied.  

"No," she went on, "I mean crazy big boobs.  Do you have a problem with breasts that are too big?"

"I already told you--" he began.

"No," she said, cutting him off.  "Not this big.  Bigger.  Much bigger!"

"You plan on having your breasts made larger?" he asked, as if she were crazy.

"That's why I'm here," she told him, quietly.  The only other people within earshot were two guys at the other end of the bar, and they were way too involved in a basketball game to notice Noelle and her giant chest.  "I came to this doctor last year for special large expander implants, and now I'm back to get them filled really really big.  I told you that it's a present to me, didn't I?  My birthday is Christmas Day, and that's my present to myself."

He sat there holding the unbitten piece of chicken, astounded by her words.

"So, that's the first potential problem:" she reiterated.  "You would have to love the fact that I'm going to get mind-boggling huge."

"Um..." was all Gary could manage to say.  He was pretty sure that she was totally serious.  

"While you're trying to absorb that, you need to understand something else," she said.  "I'm always on display.  And, I don't just mean that I'm on display as I walk down the street.  That's definitely going to be true, and it's something you'd have to learn to accept.  But what I really mean is that having a crazy-big chest is part of my living.  I have a webpage, I do live chat, and I do appearances.  I don't do sex or prostitution, and I only bare my top, but I do make my living by having men stare at my tits.  You'd have to be okay with that, too."

"Anything else?" he asked, and then smiled.

She grinned back at him.

"Well," she said, "at least you're still sitting here and haven't left for your room."

"Why the hell would I do that?" he asked.

Her grin grew into a warm smile.

"Not too bizarre for you?" she asked.

"And tell me again why on Earth you're interested in me?" he asked.  "Why me?"

"'Because you're on television, dummy,'" she quoted.

He grinned and then laughed.  "There's no way you should know that movie," he said, shaking his head.

"You see?" she asked.  "I already know all your favorite TV shows and movies from your generation.  I'm perfect for you."

"Apparently," he said.

She drained her glass and placed it on the counter.

"Come on," she said.  "Pay the man and let's go, you've got to get to bed at a descent time for class in the morning."

He called the bartender over and paid for the drinks they had and the chicken they had never did.

Noelle was right, he realized.  It was pushing 11pm and he needed a good night sleep for class, but he didn't want to leave her right now.

As they got off the barstools, Noelle hopped off so that she stood directly in front of him, her face directly beneath his and her monster kegs pressed against his abdomen.  He looked down at her and she looked up at him.  She was so gorgeous.

He moved his head toward hers as she reciprocated and his lips touched her super-pumped pair.  They were so full and soft and--oh!--her tongue was so erotically slick and velvety in his mouth.  They're tongues danced slowly for a while as they kissed deeply, his hands cupping her face and then running down around her to hold her tightly against him.  He, in turn, felt her arms run up his back to hold him tightly, as well.

When they finished kissing, they were both breathing fairly heavy, and they simply stared into each other's eyes for a while.

Gary couldn't believe what was happening.  He had just passionately kissed the most outrageously beautiful and desireable woman that he could ever have fantasized about, and she hadn't disappeared in a puff of smoke, but was still here, beside himself, looking up at him with her gorgeous big brown eyes.  He could feel her gargantuan chest pressing up against his abdomen and lower ribs, could feel her breathing beside him, and could smell her sweet perfume.

"You gonna invite me up to your room, or what?" she asked, simply.

"Um..." he began, as the couple turned to walk back across the empty lobby, passing the front desk, and the huge tree in the center of the lobby.  He continued as the walked toward the bank of elevators around the corner. "We may have a problem there."

"What are you talking about?" she wanted to know.

He watched her sweater bobble and undulate with each small step as she walked beside him.  Her chest was so fucking HUGE!

"I'm talking about a problem that often afflicts men of my age," he replied.  He had to tell her sometime and there was nothing like the present.

She looked at him as they walked around the corner and stopped before the elevators.  No one else was about.

"You're telling me that you have erectile disfunction?" she asked, quietly, a serious look on her face.

"I do," he replied, pushing the button to call the lift.

"How badly?" she wanted to know.

He gave a short, mirthless laugh.  "Bad enough," he replied.

She looked at him very seriously as they entered the elevator and the doors closed behind them.

Gary pushed the fourth floor button.

"I can get hard if I'm really excited, but it's not all that hard, and often, it'll just give out and go soft," he explained.

"That's pretty bad," she said, her eyes going back and forth between his two, as if searching for something.

"Sorry to dash your hopes so suddenly," he said.

"Now, look," she said.  "I'm not about to give up on you so soon after finding you.  We'll see what happens for tonight.  But don't forget I'm going to a doctor tomorrow, and I'm sure she can perscribe something for you for tomorrow night if all else fails."

"You're doctor is going to perscribe Viagra for your brand-spanking new old boyfriend?" he asked.

"She's a pip," Noelle said.  "She'll do it."

When the door to his hotel room closed behind them, Noelle went to work.

"Let's see what we can do," she whispered, and pulled her sweater off, revealing a full-coverage, black satin bra with her enormous bosoms spilling out of the top of the cups, bulging upward for a couple of inches.  She took his hands and placed them on her over-full cups, then reached up and brought his head down to hers and filled his mouth with her tongue, as she moved quickly to open his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor.

She had him breathing hard as she pulled down his brief's waistband and fished out what she hoped would be, at least, a semi rigid cock.

What she got was a little doodle, totally asleep.

Trying not to show her disappointment, she began to lightly fondle and stroke him as she worked on the interior of his mouth.  She could feel his hands close in on her cups, sinking into her softness, and began to feel the initial stirring of his member.

That's it, baby, she thought, momma's gonna make a big boy out of you!

Gary gasped as she worked on his mouth: her tongue was so long and slick and velvety!  Her boosoms felt so big in his hands, far far outsizing his reach.  As he closed his fingers on her bounty, he was surprised by their softness and watched her flesh balloon upward, out of her bra as he slowly squeezed her massive bosoms.  

Oh!  Her fingers felt so good on his cock!  The longer she played, the more amazing it felt.  She was definitely having an effect on him, as his excitement grew by leaps and bounds.

"That's it, baby," she cooed, feeling his flesh inflate beneath her touch.  "Feel how big my bosoms are.  Have you ever felt up a girl this big?  And I'm gonna get bigger, soon, baby... think about that.  Tomorrow when you see me, I'll be so much bigger!"

Noelle contained a squeal of delght as she felt his muscle swell at her words.  Now, she had something to work with.  He was fairly hard and at about six inches as he began to shudder beneath her ministrations.

"Oh yeah!" she cooed.  "You're getting so big, baby!  Grow for me, baby, and I'll grow for you.  I've got absolutely huge expanders inside these tits and I've been letting my skin grow and grow for a year and a half so that I can get pumped and pumped and pumped, baby.  You've hit the jackpot, 'cause you're gonna get a front row seat to see Noelle swell up to crazy sizes in the coming days.  Every day, my doc is gonna fill me more and more and more and my breasts are going to blow up so fucking huge!"

She had him now.  He was stiff and up to full mast.  She guessed he was about seven inches and she could feel his precum begin to leak as he mauled her big bombs through her bra.

Gary moaned as this fantasy-lynx elicited feelings from him that he hadn't felt in years.  She was so fucking big and she was planning on expanding to a ridiculous extreme in just the next few days!  She was so beautiful and erotic and obscene and  so FUCKING BIG!  He squeezed her enormous pounders until they almost fully popped out of the top of her bra as she stroked him mercilessly.  He couldn't believe this was happening.  She was so young and sexy and her chest was so enormous---

With a deep groan, Gary exploded in her hands.  He heard her squeal with delight as he shot onto the rug, his fingers deeply embedded within her copious tanks of flesh.

"That's it, baby!" she cried.  "Cum!  Cum hard, baby!  Shoot it for me, baby!  Shoot it!"

Gary's orgasm went on for several seconds, as this fantasy-girl milked every last drop of semen he had to give.  How could this be happening, he wondered?  Where would it go?  Would she really expand as much as she had told him, or was it just something she said to get a reaction out of him?

He would soon find out.