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..