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
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.
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.
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