ENCOUNTER, Part 6

In my last post I mentioned that I might post a bit of "Devine Inspiration".  My apologies, I've been so busy that I simply haven't gotten a chance to get to it.  Little by little I've been editing this part of Encounter, on my desktop, and continuing the story on my iPhone.  

I'll be going on vacation to Mexico next weekend for a week, so it may be a few weeks before Part 7 is posted, but rest assured, I am continuing to write it a little bit, every day.  

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

ENCOUNTER
Part 6

by

Shadowmuse Blown

It had gotten pretty late--well past 11:00pm--and the lovers had fallen asleep, side by side, after Noelle had dismounted him.  

Being mindful that more than four hours had passed--the Viagra's duration according to the manufacturer--Noelle made sure to have Gary take another with a cup of water, just in case. They had then gotten back on the mattress to cuddle. 

They had faced each other, but in order for their faces to be close, their bodies could not be parallel because Noelle's chest was too large. Instead their bodies vectored away from each other's at a 45 degree angle on the king bed.

They had kissed for a while, with Noelle's superblown pair pressed against Gary's chest, but had then slowly fallen asleep, their lips still lightly touching, with Gary's palm wedged between Noelle's stacked assets. 

At 5am, Noelle's iPhone went off with a preset alarm. She found that she had rolled over during the night and that Gary had snuggled up behind her and covered both of them with a comforter. Her new bombs bulged crazily before her: two sudden additions to her anatomy that were so alien to her compared to the big squishy breasts she had had until replaced by these overfull spheres of lust. It was such a rush to realize that these monstrosities were hers!

She turned her head to find his face behind her. His arm was draped over her waist and he was spooning her.  She smiled, feeling very cozy. It had been a long time since she had a lover whom she had feelings about and whom she felt romantic about. She wished she didn't have to wake him, but he had classes this morning and she was to arrive at the doctor's early. 

She could snuggle with him on Christmas. 

The thought made her break out into a grin. She hadn’t spent Christmas with someone she cared about for a very long time. And she found that she cared about Gary a lot. He was very caring, and clever and funny and was so easy to talk to. 

And he had a huge cock. 

She almost laughed out loud thinking about that. It was funny, but she really did like to be filled with a very large dick. She didn't know if she was just built that way or if she had been stretched out years ago with a boyfriend who had been very well endowed, but the truth was that a guy needed to be bigger than seven inches to really push her buttons. 

"Sweetie," she whispered. "You're gonna need to go soon."

When she felt him stir, she added: "You're in my room and you'll need to get down to yours to get ready for class today."

She felt him kiss her shoulder and then his hand moved up from her abdomen to caress the undersides of her huge round orbs. Almost immediately she felt his cock stir beneath her buttocks. 

I guess that last pill I have him is still working! she thought. 

As his hand explored more of her enormous bosom, his cock swelled bigger and harder. 

"Oh baby..." she whispered, as his hand stopped at her right nipple and areola to tease her there. 

Gary felt her nipple swell and harden beneath his index finger and thumb as his cock pressed up into the cleavage created by her soft, luscious thighs. 

He couldn't believe how hard he was!

He couldn't remember the last time he had such a powerful erection upon waking in the morning.  It was exhilarating!  Obviously, the Viagra worked for more than just four hours, in his case!  

Her body was so petite with a tiny waist, yet her hips flared out dramatically and her ass was positively huge for someone of her stature; it was so firm and round, the skin so soft and alluring. Her big bubble butt pressed into his groin, driving him crazy with desire.

And her breasts!  They were obscenely big and round and so lusciously wonderful!  Was ever a woman built so amazingly hot?

He had to have her. 

Now. 

With his boner raging, he probed with his hand between her thighs to find her slit and was rewarded as Noelle purposely rose her leg a little to allow him easier access. 

He needed no further invitation and immediately swung his iron spike upward to find her vulva. He pressed upwards, somewhat, and was again rewarded to find her inner sanctum wet and easily penetrable. 

Oh!  She was so slick and velvety soft around his glans!  It was almost as if his cock were surrounded by satin pillows as his teeming member plunged slowly up inside her tight confines. 

"Uh..." came Noelle's quiet response.  She loved this. He was so big with the Viagra. It was so awesome to transform this man who yesterday could barely get it up, into a sexual powerhouse, able to fully satisfy her. She enjoyed his company and found him very attractive, and she loved driving him crazy with lust. Wouldn’t it be awesome if he were even bigger?

Within a few moments he had plowed his way all the way up to the hilt inside her delicious tunnel. 

She was so wet!

Gary began to fuck her slowly, a little "uh" escaping Noelle's lips each time his enraged dome pressed against the entrance to her womb. His hand reached back up to caress her amazingly huge bosoms as he stroked her. 

He could not believe his fortune at finding this incredibly overblown and sexy young woman who seemed delighted to have him play with her. It felt so erotically powerful to fuck her like this--from behind, while feeling the sheer volume of her swollen implants. 

He felt himself reach the precipice very quickly. 

Noelle heard the change in his breathing and knew he would lose it within the next few moments. 

"Oh yeah, baby..." she cooed. "That's it... Just cum deep inside me, baby...  Let me feel you bust..."

With a deep groan, Gary felt his organ surge and then explode far up inside her canal as he pumped her full of his semen, deep inside her lusciousness. 

Knowing that he was cumming inside her, pushed Noelle over the edge and she came quietly as her new lover filled her with his cum. 

When he had finished, Gary held her tightly and lay with his full length inside her for a few minutes as he began to soften. 

"That was great,"'Noelle said, at length. "I'm just sorry that we gotta both get up. 

Gary looked over at the digital LED clock on the nightstand and tried to read the numbers in the darkness, but was unable to. He had fallen asleep with his contacts in and they were now so dry that he could barely see. 

"What time is it?" he asked. 

"Five-thirty," Noelle replied. "So, you better get dressed and head on down to your room to get ready. Mama's gotta go to the doctor and get her tits pumped."

He smiled as what was left of his now soft member slipped out of her box and she turned around, her big whoppers suddenly arcing over her rib cage to solidly hit his torso. Gary got a good appreciation for the mass of saline held within those balloons as her right one thudded into his chest. 

"Sorry," she apologized with a smile.

"Don't be," he said. "That was fucking hot!"

She grinned at him and then moved in for a slow, wet, and very deep kiss. 

"I'll keep you updated with texts," she said. "Now go and call me at lunch."

Reluctantly, Gary got out of bed and gathered up his clothes. He looked over at Noelle just before putting on his briefs to see that she was watching him from the bed, propped up on one arm. 

She looked so fucking beautiful and insanely hot with those two huge round bombs of hers. Her body was amazing. He was awestruck, not only by the crazy size of her chest (was she really going to have those gigantic tits blown even bigger?  Hard to believe.), but by how slender her waist was and how the curve of her hips rose so high from the low valley of her abdomen. Her skyline--the rise and fall of her body's silhouette as she hay on her side--was a mad roller-coaster of hyper-shapely curves that drove him insane with lust. 

"Down Fido," she said, watching his member re-inflate rapidly. "You gots school today, little boy."  Then she laughed as his cock blew up to full mast. 

"Okay," she conceded, "maybe not so little."

Smiling--and wishing for all the world that he could stay and fuck her once more--Gary shoved his over-rambunctious tie-rod into his boxer briefs, tenting them to the extreme. 

"Oh, baby," Noelle cooed, as he finished dressing. 

He leaned over to kiss her overblown lips before parting for his own room, where he was still able to arrive around 6am, just as his iPhone alarm went off to wake him up. 

His bed had been unslept in, of course. On it sat a vial, similar to the one his prescription Viagra had come in, but much larger, and with a hand written note beneath it. 

He picked it up to see that instead of a pharmacy, it was labeled "Tianli Chin Labs". The instructions simply said: "Take white pill.  Then, take six (6) gold capsules three times a day, six hours apart, for three days. To be taken in conjunction with Viagra: one (1) Viagra every six hours for three days. Resume Viagra after that as directed. "

What was this?  

He picked up the note. It was from Noelle. 

"My doctor suggested you take these. I think it would be great."

What the hell did that mean?  Why should he take the Viagra this morning if he wasn't going to need it until tomorrow?

He texted Noelle about it. 

"I want you really hard every time you think of me," came her response. 

He felt himself get hard just reading her reply. It was very erotic. 

I must still have some of the drug in my system to get hard like this, he mused. 

He opened the large bottle and dispensed one white pill (there was only the one white pill in the whole bottle), and then half a dozen of the gel capsules into his palm. They were fairly large.  He went to the bathroom and poured some water into a glass and took them one by one, and chased it with the prescribed Viagra. He would feel better if he knew exactly what he was taking, but he assumed it had to do with sexual performance.  He would find out soon enough, he supposed. 

He showered and dressed and took the shuttle bus to Saga for his class that day. It seemed like a thousand years ago since yesterday morning when he had wondered if Noelle had been serious about seeing him again. If he had had difficulty in focusing on class then,'it was far worse this morning.

Events from last night kept running through his head.  On top of that, he couldn't help but wonder how much bigger she would get today. It seemed unfathomable that her breasts could possibly swell any larger. They were already so tight with saline that it appeared laughable that this doctor said that she could pump them even larger. 

Oh, how he would like to see what the doctor had in mind. 

As Gary got his breakfast from the buffet that was offered in the main commons, he mentally shrugged. 

He would find out soon enough. 

He was about to get up when he suddenly a text from Noelle:

“I'm at Dr. Concupy's and she's going to give my breasts some kind of treatments today to "activate" the skin cells in my breasts so that they can rapidly start growing to allow for more room. I'm bare-chested in an exam room and one of the nurses is rubbing some sort of cream into my breasts.“

A picture followed of Noelle's massive set as a very buxom nurse applied the cream. 

Damn, Greg thought, about the nurse. What is she?  Like an L or an M-cup?  She's huge!

It was really difficult to pay attention to class. 

Later, about the time that Gary was finally beginning to concentrate on the curriculum, Noelle messaged him a series of images where the doctor was holding some sort of weird gun-like device at Noelle's bloated leviathans. Instead of a gun barrel, the device had a flat plate, about 6 centimeters, square, which glowed a deep red and was held about an inch away from Noelle's obscene tanks. 

As odd as this was, it was actually the doctor, that got Gary's attention. 

She was an Asian of a very petite stature, but who sported an outlandishly enormous chest. Gary was stunned as to the enormity of the woman's breasts, especially compared to her slight frame. Since Noelle was taking pictures of the procedure, rather than the doctor, Gary never really got a good view of just how big the good doctor's chest was, but, judging by the curve of the portions he could see, her breasts were bigger than basketballs. 

His desire flushed to his crotch and he felt himself get really big, really hard, really fast. 

Stupid Viagra. 

How was he going to get from the table with a raging erection?

He had to stifle a laugh at his situation. It had been a long time since he had had such a predicament. 

It was ludicrously refreshing. 

He put his phone away and tried to think about class. It was the only way to get his mind off of what he had seen and hope his iron boner would calm down. 

It was no good. 

Flashes of the hyper-buxom doctor kept appearing in his mind, keeping him very stiff.

Great... he thought, in resignation. He got up and collected his garbage on a cardboard tray and retrieved his winter coat. Holding the tray with one hand, he held his coat, folded, over his crotch with the other. 

Wintertime had its purposes. 

He was able to make it to his desk without embarrassment, thanks to his coat. It took a while after class started for his huge boner to subside. After an half hour or so, it finally subsided. 

But an hour into class, his phone vibrated with the news of a pending text and his cock shot out full and hard, almost instantly, at the thought of Noelle and that doctor with the amazing chest. 

He tried to ignore the phone, but his raging pecker made it difficult, so he finally looked at it when he thought he had a minute. 

It was a simple text message, thank goodness. 

"Did you take all of your pills this morning?" she asked. "I had to take a LOT this morning, too!  Every hour I take twelve pills."

Damn... Gary thought, his boner easing slightly now, knowing that there was no picture.  That's a lot of pills!

"Yes," he responded. 

In the next moment his phone vibrated as another text came in: "Then let's make you really HARD...", which was followed by a picture. It was a selfie of Noelle taken from below. All that was visible was her gorgeous face peaking above the top half of her perfectly round tits. 

It had the desired effect. 

Gary's cock jack-in-the-boxed to full size and hardness almost instantly. 

"Mission accomplished," he texted back. 

A smiling emoticon appeared with hearts for eyes. 

"I love knowing that my face and body are keeping you super aroused,"'she wrote. "That's so hot!"

"Well," he wrote back, "it's certainly distracting!"

"Been a long time, huh?" She asked. 

"Yeah, in don't EVER remember getting THIS excited THIS quickly. I'm so hard it almost hurts."

"OH BABY!!! "'she wrote back. 

"It's those new pills obviously," he texted. 

"Yeah," she replied. "They're gonna maximize sensation to your cock. It's so hot!"

"I want you so badly," he wrote. 

"I want you to cum for me when you get a break," she suddenly wrote. 

""We only get ten minutes."

"That’s okay."

Fortunately for Gary, the first break of the morning was given just a few minutes later. As soon as the instructor released them, he practically bolted from his seat and nearly ran to the bathroom, pants fully tented. 

He didn't care who saw him. He just wanted relief. 

Inside the stall, he wasted no time in pulling down his pants. 

He was stunned at how big he was. He was easily a half-inch longer than he had ever been before and a few millimeters thicker, too. His shaft was like iron and he had never seen his bulb and collar so red. 

He sat on the toilet and brought up Noelle's picture--her fat nipples poking at the camera at the forefront. 

She drove him so crazy with lust!

Precum was beginning to bubble from the tip. 

Gary reached down and lightly wrapped his hand just below his sensitive collar. 

He couldn't believe how hard he felt. He had never been this hard in his life. 

Ever. 

With another look at Noelle's picture,'he lightly ran his hand over his collar and had to stifle a cry at how incredibly erotic it felt. He shuddered in ecstasy as his cockhead flushed an even darker shade of red. 

He covered his fingers and palm in the precum oozing out of his shaft, now, and brought his hand back down over his hyper-sensitive cockhead. With his fingers curled beneath and his thumb wrapped over the top, he bit his lip to keep from moaning from how incredibly amazing it felt. He had passed the point of no return. 

He looked at Noelle's ultra-sexy and buxom visage and slowly ran his hand back up over his glans,

As it passed over his ridge he felt it go over the edge and in the next instant he felt his whole cock inflate as semen rocketed up his shaft and his cock exploded in the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. 

"UHHH..." he cried out, despite himself, and watched in astonishment as he blasted a rope nearly two feet across the tiled floor.  These days, he was usually lucky for his shots to fly two inches, much less two feet!  His next ejaculate, while less than the first, was still astonishing as he watched a foot-long rope shoot powerfully from his teak pole. 

What the fuck! Gary thought to himself, in astonishment, even as he continued the most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced.

Three more spurts, each a few inches long completed the main portion of his orgasm and he continued to massage himself as the orgasm wound down. 

Had anyone heard him grunt?  Had he made any other noises?

He shrugged, realizing that if anyone had heard, that they probably just assumed that someone was constipated or something. 

His orgasm finished, Gary just sat there, breathing heavily, and not believing the gift he had just received. 

After a few moments, he shook his head and stifled a laugh and began to clean up his mess. 

"What the hell was in those pills?" he asked Noelle via text on the way back to class. 

"LOL!  I guess you came'l

"Yeah!" he wrote.  "VERY hard!"

"That's awesome!  I want you to tell me each time you go on break and I'll send you a picture to whack off to."

"Are you serious?"'he asked. 

"ABSOLUTLEY!" came the response. "I wanna know you can't help but cum and cum and cum from looking at my pix all day.  I promise not to send you any more pix while you're in class. Deal?"

He laughed just before he turned in from the hallway into his classroom 

How could he say no?

"Deal."

There was another break before lunch.

As soon as he reported it to Noelle, she sent him a pic looking up from below her giant cauldrons as she peered over the sides of her double planets. 

Gary found himself cumming just as hard and just as quickly to this new picture, and marveling that he had been so primed only an hour since his last orgasm. 

Lunch was only an hour later—with Noelle reminding him to take his six pills and Viagra—but he wasn't surprised that he came just as vigorously, as well, as during the next two breaks. 

It worked for him. It allowed him the ability to focus in class and gave him a release periodically. The only problem was that as soon as the instructor would proclaim break time, his cock would immediately inflate, big and hard, making his trips to the mens room embarrassing, to say the least.

He was surprised that she didn't ask him to whack off right after class, too. He texted her from the shuttle bus, and mentioned that to her. 

"Oh, I want you to stroke yourself, alright," she wrote back. "But, I want you to do it from your hotel room tonight with a video conference."

Gary thought it was a great idea. He would have dinner in the restaurant and then pick up Noelle's laptop and video camera pod from her room so that she could tease him tonight and watch his reactions. 

If he couldn't spend the evening with her physically, surely this was the next best thing. 

He hurriedly ate dinner and went up to her room to get her equipment. She had given him a room card the previous night so that he could stop by whenever he wanted. 

As he opened the door and entered the room, he felt his cock swell as he turned on the lights. It was hard not get aroused just entering the room considering all the erotic poses she had gone through the night before--not to mention the incredible sex. 

All of her luggage was lined up just inside the door ready for a bellhop to move it to their suite that afternoon. 

He found her laptop and the small case that she kept her camera and small tripod in. 

She had an awful lot of luggage for one woman who was supposed to be away for less than a week. Along with the half dozen large cases lined up in the small entryway, there were several wardrobe bags hanging in the closet.  Along with those were a few cases that he knew held lighting equipment like those he had used last night (had it only been last night?). 

He looked at the various suitcases and saw that she had many of them labeled.  One large case was designated "bras". He couldn’t resist. Picking it up and placing it on the bed, he opened the zippers to reveal a ton of various brassieres. There were a couple of bras of the size she was when she first arrived plus a bunch of different sizes that ran all the way up to her current size. He took the largest cupsize bra and looked at the tag. It read:'"ZX". 
He knew that when cupsizes got so big that they passed the end of the alphabet that they then gained a new letter and would run through the alphabet again. So, the next cupsize after a Z-cup was ZA, the ZB, and so on. 

She was so big now that she had almost run through the entire alphabet again!

The size of the cups was staggering. His head would easily fit into one of the cups. He was hard just thinking about the sheer volume of breast needed to fill just one of her cups. 

And she'll be growing much bigger soon! a voice echoed in his head. 

By the looks of the various bras, which had gone unused, he guessed that she really hadn’t been expecting to be blown up so large so soon. 

Still hard, he left her room to take the laptop and camera equipment up to his own room. 

Noelle had left him instructions to set up the laptop on the desk, what website to log onto, and how to set up the little GoPro camera on the motorized tabletop tripod--so that it looked down on him from just above the laptop's screen--focusing it on himself.  The last thing he had to do before he logged in was to get naked from the waist down. 

The website was her doctor's. He configured a few settings and then hit a button labelled "CONNECT". 

Noelle's gorgeous, smiling face came up on the screen. 

"Hi Baby!" she greeted him enthusiastically. All that was visible was her face and the very top of her giant balloons.   She wore a black leather bra that plunged deeply. "Did you miss me?"

Gary's cock amplified as soon as her image appeared on the laptop. 

Noelle laughed. 

"I see, you definitely missed me'l" she said, with a big grin.  "You've gotten a bit bigger, I see!"

He had. He was now about nine and a half inches in length. 

"What is in those pills?"'Gary asked.

"Something to boost your metabolism and increase your size and stamina,"'she replied. 

"How does it do that?" Gary wanted to know. 

"I dunno, baby,"'Noelle replied. "We can ask the doc, later, if you'd like."

"I definitely would like to know, yeah," he responded. 

"I've grown a bit, too,"'she said, eliciting an immediate reaction from Gary's cock. 

"You like to hear that, don't you, baby?  You want me bigger, don't you?"

"I've barely gotten to know you at this size," he replied. 

She smiled. It was an evil smile. 

"Then, you don't want to see me expand, a little, right now, in front of you?" she asked, and then laughed as his cock jumped at her words. "Of course you do!"

"I'd be lying if I told you that wasn't something that would get me very excited," he admitted. 

"Speaking of growing," she said, "did you take your pills?"

"I forgot, actually," he said. 

"Then, take them now," she told him. "It's important that you take all the pills for all three days and don't miss a single pill."

"Why?" he asked. "Because they'll make my cock swell even bigger?"

"Umm... no..." she replied.  "The gold pills actually work to stop the effects of the white one, I'm told."

"What the hell did you give me?" he asked. 

"It's been tested on hundreds of subjects with no I'll effects,"'she said. 

"I knew I was stupid to take them," he sighed, hoping that whatever she had given him had no long term ill effects. 

He got up to take the pills with some water in the bathroom. 

She's too quick to assume that whatever her doctor can do for her is automatically totally safe for the long term, he thought as he downed the next half dozen pills. And I just went along and took something just because my new hyper-buxom girlfriend suggested it!  He laughed. Sex is a strong persuader. 

He took the Viagra and left the bathroom.

When he had sat back down in front of the camera and laptop, Noelle smiled. 

"That's a good boy," she said. "I think it's time to give that big dick of yours a workout."

She rotated her giant chest—only the top half, of which, Gary could actually see—for him to get a better view of her monster assets. 

"The doctor just pumped about a hundred CCs into my boobs as a test. She thinks they're already pliant enough for a bigger test and wants to pump in another thousand CCs tonight. Would you mind if I had that done now, in front you?  Would you like that?"

She grinned like the proverbial cat-that-ate-the-canary, then looked up at someone unseen and nodded. She looked back at Gary and his iron hard cock.

"Okay, baby, just for you: you're gonna get to see my bosoms inflate right before your eyes," she told him, and zoomed out slightly so that Gary could now see her entire chest, as well. 

Her breasts filled the tight leather brassiere to capacity. Gary could see that her round globes were a perfect fit and completely filled the enormous cups of the black bra. In fact, they seemed to be so full that her skin was actually a little higher—perhaps by a millimeter or so—than the surrounding cups. He hadn’t noticed just how tightly packed her tits had actually filled that bra before. Wait, they had been tightly packed in there, but this was even tighter. They were now bulging up a good two millimeters out of the cups. 

"You like that, baby?" she cooed. "That's 200ccs already pumped in. And we're just getting started..."

Gary's attention was so riveted on her slowly expanding breasts that he didn't notice the small camera zoom in on his cock as Noelle watched his member flush even redder as a Pearl of precum grew at its tip.

Oh yeaaaahhhh, she thought. Momma's gonna make you EXPLODE...

Gary had never seen anything like it: slowly—very slowly—but surely, Noelle's breasts were rising from her cups like muffins in a pan. They were now bulging out of her tight leather cups by a good centimeter, and it drove him crazy with desire and lust. 

"Put your hand on your cock, baby," Noelle cooed, as his precum bubble swelled too large and streamed over the side of his teeming cannon. "It's time to stroke that monster."

Gary did as he was told and moaned as his cum-covered hand slid up over his angry bulb. 

"Uuhhhhhh..."

"That's it..." she whispered. "Keep stroking it for me,'baby ... I wanna see it grow redder and angrier as you watch my tits spill out of my big cups."

Her bosoms were so swollen!  He couldn't believe just how much of her flesh rose upward and forward out of the confining brassiere. At least an inch of billowing sweater meat and cleavage bulged outward as the edges of her cups dug into her overflowing bosom. 

Noelle smiled even as she felt the discomfort as her massive mammaries fought to expand through the relatively tight confines of the plunge-bra. She could feel her flesh try to escape any way it could. She could feel it threaten to force its way under the cups and was glad that she had had Mei tighten the bra’s band to the smallest row of hooks. She wanted as much of her swelling flesh bulging forward between the cups as was possible, just to drive Gary insane. She watched him slowly stroke his newly enlarged plunger and reveled as he visibly shook each time his hand ran over his hyper-sensitive glans. She loved how his urethra just continually oozed clear precum.  He was so ready to burst. 

As the gauge on Dr. Concupy's saline pump neared 1000ccs, Noelle began to slowly swivel her newly blown chest back and forth for the camera to further drive Gary crazy with lust. 

"Yeaaaahhhhh..." she cooed. "How long will you last, baby?  You're so close to losing it..."

Indeed,'she saw that his hand now moved very slowly over his bright red dome and collar. His whole body trembled as he tried to hold back, but he kept moving his hand, even if only incrementally. 

Out of sight from the camera. Noelle lightly fingered her clit as she watched Gary's mounting excitement. It drove her crazy to watch a man get excited over her body. 

"Do it," she whispered. "I'm so fucking big that you can't contain yourself anymore, baby...  Shoot it for my big blown balloons... Cum for me!  CUM!"

Gary couldn't believe the sensations coming from his cock as his precum-covered hand slowly rode over his distended bulb.  He had never seen his cockhead so big and bloated and such a deep purple!  Each millimeter of skin was so hyper sensitive that he wanted to cry out as his hand rode over it. The orgasm that was building was a tremendous one as he grew more and more and more excited. She was so fucking hot and voluptuous.  Her tits looked so obscene: so enormous already and growing bigger by the second!

"OHHH!!!" The cry was ripped out of him as he felt his rocket go over the brink and explode with such force that it shocked him.  A thick rope blasted from his missile and shot over the top of Noelle's laptop screen. It lasted for just over a full second.  Quickly, after the first ejaculation, he pointed it away from the desk in case his next volley splattered the laptop. 

"Uhhh..." he moaned as his second ejaculation blasted across the carpet in a three foot long rope of white.

"Oh YEAH!" Noelle cried out, watching her new lover gush heavily. "Oh baby!  That's it!  Cum for me!  Pump it!  Pump it!  I love it!"

As soon as Gary came, Noelle could feel her clitoris swell in size. As she ran her fore and middle fingers over the newly engorged love button, she too, detonated, gushing across the lab stool she sat on. 

Gary watched, astonished, as his member continued to pump six long ropes of deep satisfaction, each a full second long in duration. 
"That's so fuh... Fuh... Fucking hot..." Noelle moaned as waves of her own orgasms racked her body. 

Mei Concupy smiled, as her patient experienced her orgasm, and turned off the saline pump at 1,000ccs.  It had been a good test. She was sure she could pump in quite a lot more tomorrow. It wouldn't be long before Noelle's chest rivaled her own. 

And then she would make Noelle so much bigger...

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Well, it seems I finished writing "Devine Inspiration" earlier than I had expected.  I will begin the effort of proofing that story for sale, soon.  It's not a novella like "The Mouse", but it is a fairly long story, non-the-less.  More details coming soon.

In the meantime, I have already returned to writing "Encounter" and hope to have another installment for you all in about a week or so.  But since I've mentioned "The Mouse", I thought it best to repost snippets of the story from my old blog, here, so that those of you who have never seen the old blog can take a look.  If you like it, please consider buying the whole novella: details at right in the sidebar.

This preview doesn't really show any of our heroine at a large size, but it does set the stage for what comes later.  I will post a snippet of a later section of the story at a later date.  In the meantime, as you wait for the next installment of "Encounter", sit back, relax and get familiar  (or refamiliarized) with Naomi and Carl...

The Mouse

by

Shadowmuse Blown

Chapter 1

Carl saw her from time to time, passing her in the hall or catching a glimpse of her form for a brief moment from within the labyrinth of cubicles that was his place of employment.  She was apparently a computer programmer, like himself, but she worked under a different manager.  Something about her intrigued him, but as his initial year with Data First came to a close, about the only interaction he had had with her was a smile or a quick “hi” in the hallways.  It was those quick interactions that were the basis of his intrigue, though.  The company was moderately large and many passersby in the hall would simply ignore someone unless they knew them, though many would smile or nod.  But Carl didn’t get a simple smile from this girl; her acknowledgement of him was warm and sweet.  Her “hi” came out very friendly, like no one else’s.  Did she like him or was it just his imagination?  And if he somehow found out she did, how did he arrange to talk to her?

He thought of her as a girl, but she was no young bimbo.  It was difficult to make out her age.  She could’ve been anywhere in her thirties or forties as far as Carl could figure.  With his being 28, that would make her anywhere from five to fifteen years older than himself.  She was also tiny, definitely under five feet, which was quite the contrast to his own six foot two inch frame.  He would laugh at himself that he seemed so infatuated with her: she was, after all, not his typical type.  He typically preferred tall, buxom—alright very buxom—brunettes with long flowing hair and outgoing personalities.  This small creature kept to herself and was fairly demure, almost introverted.  She was fairly mousy, in fact, and Carl liked to call her “The Mouse” as he didn’t know her name and the title seemed to fit her in both her personality and size.  She had short light brown hair that seemed to have little color value to it.  It looked like the hair of an actress, Mia Farrow, when he’d seen her in an old movie, “Rosemary’s Baby”.  She kept it in an almost boyish cut.  Her face looked a lot like Katie Couric’s when she was a little younger.  Her eyes were dim, unremarkable light brown orbs that were set slightly farther apart than her newswoman alter-ego’s and her lashes—while a respectable length—were light, and, therefore, appeared almost non-existent.  While her lips were even narrower than Ms. Couric’s, The Mouse’s lips were formed better.  Her build was slim, not anorexic, but very thin with enough tone in her muscles that he could tell that she went to the gym two or three times a week.  Her frame was fairly boyish, too, with no bust at all and narrow hips.  Her clothing tended to be simple pantsuits Monday through Friday and jeans and a nice T shirt on dress-down Fridays.  Nothing sexy.  Nothing alluring.  So, it was rather odd that he wanted desperately to get to know her.  He had to chalk it up to apparent mutual attraction and her cuteness.

He asked, Ken, his fellow teammate about her.  Ken had been with the company for years, yet, surprisingly, it took a few minutes for Carl to describe Naomi before Ken remembered her. 

“Oh yeah,” he finally recalled.  “That’s Naomi D’Nahtoor, she works with Statistics.”  When Carl found out that she was married, his heart sank until Ken remembered about hearing that her marriage was on the rocks.  “Something about her husband being a drunk, I think,” he said.  As far as Ken knew, she had just turned 40 that spring.  “You like her?” Ken asked, dubiously.

Carl had just smiled and said that he had just wondered who she was.

A couple of weeks later when Carl had been scheduled to a team meeting on a new project, he had been amazed and delighted to find that Naomi was in the conference room.  He had been a tad early for the meeting and found her sitting at the big table alone.

“Why, hello,” he said, as he paused just inside the door.

“Hello,” she said, a little reluctantly.  She smiled meekly.  She looked a little uncomfortable. 

Apparently, she hadn’t anticipated him coming to this meeting.  Carl was sympathetic; he hadn’t been expecting her to be involved, either.  It was the old situation where you’re interested in someone and want to meet them (passing in the hall didn’t really qualify as meeting), but would really rather have known about it, first.  But here she was, so he’d better try to think fast so as not to sound like an idiot.

“I thought this was going to be a meeting about the new Visa project,” he said.  He noted that she was shifting uncomfortably in her chair.  He guessed that she was shy and found the situation odd.  From Ken’s description of her, she was definitely the shy type.  It was one thing to say hi to someone you thought was good looking in the hall where you knew it would be a quick passing.  But to have that person standing before you could be a lot more uncomfortable.

“You’re in the right place,” she said after a moment.  “I was brought on board to work with the application developer.”  She kept looking at the door, perhaps hoping for another body to enter to make the awkwardness of actually speaking with him a little less strange.

“That would be me,” Carl said, brightening and sitting down beside her.

She raised both her eyebrows.  “The Phantom Giant of the Hallways,” she joked—surprising herself—and laughed nervously.

Carl smiled.  “Is that me?  Well, then: glad to meet you,” he said, and held out his hand to her.

 “Good to meet you, too,” she said, a little more bravely.  She took his hand in hers.

Her hand was slender and small with close-cut fingernails and no polish.  Looking into her eyes while he shook her soft hand he was struck by how cute she was.  His cock swelled, surprising himself.  He rolled his seat up close to the table as soon as he let go of her hand so as to cover himself.  Had she seen his crotch, he wondered?

Naomi smiled inwardly to herself.  Now she knew for certain that he was as interested in her as she was in him.  Of course she had seen the massive bulge swell at his groin.  Here was a big, well-built and handsome guy who was easily ten years younger than herself and she got him excited!  And she was talking to him!

Nice.

Soon others entered the room and she began to feel less uncomfortable.  The meeting proved difficult to follow as she kept wanting to look at him and her thoughts were filled with him.  She would actually be working with him!

The following days saw them working together on the project, often meeting each other in his or her cube.  Naomi quickly grew comfortable in his company.  Often the talk would wander to things other than work and it was then that they discovered a shared fondness for sci-fi and fantasy, especially all things Doctor Who.  It was Carl who first suggested that they go out for lunch one day and soon they spent every lunch hour together.  When Carl then suggested dinner, though, she balked.

“I don’t think my husband would appreciate it,” she said, sullenly.  “I want to divorce him but haven’t worked out all the details as to how I’ll move out on my own,” she explained.  She also told Carl that her husband was verbally abusive and had long ago stopped appreciating her as a woman.

It had been two weeks since they first met, when, after taking Naomi out to a particularly fancy Chinese restaurant for lunch, they found themselves sitting in his car looking at each other.  Carl looked at her cute face: she wore no make-up, really, just some foundation, perhaps.  But there was something in the moment as they looked at each other that drew him closer to her.  Neither spoke for a moment, but just stared at the other until Carl moved in and kissed her.

Her narrow, little lips felt so soft!  Carl opened his mouth and lightly probed with his tongue.  With just a slight hesitation, Naomi’s mouth opened and she received his slick oral organ.  Soon, hers danced within his mouth, as well.  They kissed passionately and Carl felt his organ strain in his pants.  He wanted her so badly!  They kissed like that for several minutes, taking a moment, from time to time to stop and look at each other passionately before resuming their mutual exploration of each other’s mouth.

Finally, Naomi noticed the time and reluctantly they broke apart, smiling, and he drove them back to work.

It was impossible for either one to think about work the rest of that afternoon.  About mid-afternoon they met at his desk, ostensibly to co-ordinate their work, but, instead they passed notes.  They couldn’t even whisper as the person who worked across the aisle from Carl might see them or others in surrounding cubes might overhear.

The notes went like this:

NAOMI: Can you concentrate at all on your work?

CARL: No.  You?

NAOMI: No!

CARL: I want you.

NAOMI: I want you too!

CARL: What can we do about it?

Naomi looked searchingly into Carl’s eyes for a while before replying.

NAOMI: I’m afraid.

Carl smiled at her reassuringly and wrote.

CARL: Don’t be.  We can meet someplace during lunch tomorrow.  Separate cars. 

Naomi looked unsure, but finally wrote something with determination.

NAOMI:  OK.  You got any ideas where?

CARL: The King’s Inn on Route 25

Naomi looked at him and smiled meekly, then nodded. 

They got no work done the rest of that afternoon.

Or the next morning.

At one point, Naomi passed him a note: Do you have protection?

Carl nodded.

His heart was in his throat when he pulled up to the door of the motel.  He had registered and texted Naomi the room number and she was waiting for him.  She got out of her car and followed him inside.  It was a warm spring day and the inside of the room was even warmer, the air thick.  Once the door closed behind them, they embraced for the first time, Carl having to bend over a bit in order to kiss her. 

Naomi, craning her neck upwards, laughed at the awkwardness of it before their lips met and then all mirth ceased.

After a few moments, Carl broke the kiss and bent deeply at his knees until their heads were level, then he wrapped his arms around her and heaved her into the air. 

She embraced him, laughing, her feet dangling from the ground.  There was no worry: Carl was built like a locomotive.  He had told her that he worked out several times a week. 

They kissed like that for a couple of minutes before he threw her onto the bed, laughing.  Quickly, they both stripped and he joined her on the bed to lie beside her.  They embraced, feeling each other’s skin against the other for the first time. 

Carl felt her hard nipples pierce his chest as he kissed her again and then moaned softly as he felt her delicate touch on his rock-hard cock.

Naomi’s heart pounded in her chest.  She was in a motel room with another man!  It was the first time she’d been with someone else beside her drunkard of a husband in over twelve years.  It felt very strange.  She’d never been with someone so tall and well-muscled and with such a fucking huge cock!  Naomi’s husband was, perhaps, five and half inches long when he was extremely excited.  Carl’s member was nearly eight inches and far thicker.  It gave her a thrill even while it frightened her a bit.  Would he fit?  Would he hurt her?  She lightly traced the contours of his cockhead with her fingers, growing familiar with its larger size.  She slid her index and middle fingers up and down along the underside cleft and was delighted to hear Carl’s moans turn to groans as his shaft swelled further.  She could feel a vein pulse along the underside.  It was such an exciting thing to feel.  Her husband, Charlie, was lucky these days if he could attain full hardness.  Carl’s cock was a huge sexual powerhouse in comparison and she had to explore it more.

She pulled back from kissing him to look at him briefly before moving down to kiss his neck, then shoulders, pecks and abdomen until she was down at his crotch.  Now she could see this amazing tool up close!

He’s so fucking hard! she thought gleefully to herself as she took his massive weapon in both hands.  His dome was deep pink and his entire cock was easily larger than eight inches now.  She pursed her lips and pressed them to the very tip of his head and let her tongue play there.  First, she just pushed it into his slit, then she let it move back and forth in small quarter-inch motions.  Then, little by little, she opened her lips a bit more and let her tongue play over a larger surface—just enough to make a swirling circle about three-quarters of an inch in diameter at the tip of his bulbous head.

Carl put one hand in her short hair and another along her supple back as the feelings came very intensely from the small area at the tip of his cock.  Put it in!  Put it in! he begged within his mind.  She was moving painfully slowly, but it drove him crazy with desire.

Naomi felt his shaft quiver and knew from this, and his groans, that she was having the proper effect.  Smiling inwardly, she let another quarter inch of his reddening dome past her lips.  The swirling circle grew and his moans and groans deepened.  She proceeded to take his head into her mouth in this very slow fashion and after about five minutes, she had half of his dome within her lips, her tongue playing all over his northern hemisphere.

Carl was clawing the sheets as she ever-so-slowly devoured his pulsing plum. 

After another few minutes, just before her lips were to reach the sensitive collar of skin around his cockhead, Naomi pulled her head back to look at her handiwork.

His monster dome was bloated and an angry red and his entire shaft had thickened and swelled so that he was easily over eight-and-a-half inches long—hard as iron.  A bubble of pre-cum formed at the tip and then overflowed, trickling down the underside of his angry member.

Oh baby! she thought.  So ripe to explode!

“Holy shit, Nay, you’re driving me fucking crazy!” he exclaimed.

“Good!” she replied, and popped his entire head into her eager mouth in one swift motion, letter her lips play along the collar and under the ridge of his dome while her tongue swirled around and around his massive apple.

In response, Carl cried out in a deep groan which grew in volume and depth as Naomi suddenly descended down his shaft, deep-throating him until her lips pressed against his groin and his entire shaft lay inside her throat.  Carl thrust his pelvis into the air as Naomi began to stroke him in and out of her esophagus.

“Oh shit!” he cried.  “That feels so—”  His voice was cut off as he groaned loudly and his body shook like a leaf.

She pumped his rod in and out of her throat, feeling him swell even harder and watching his dome blush an even deeper shade of scarlet.  But after a minute of making him grow hoarse with cries, she wondered why he didn’t pop.

Why doesn’t he cum? Naomi thought frantically as she blew him, her head pumping up and down his nine-inch shaft.  She worked her tongue under his cleft with each pass, driving him delirious with ecstasy, his entire pelvis rearing into the air as he cried out, hoarsely.  After five full minutes, though, she pulled her head off him, exhausted.

She panted from the effort and looked at his swollen member: angry, with dome flushed a scarlet red, it was now over nine inches in length.  She gasped and looked up at his face.

Carl was breathing hard and he looked over at her.  “Holy shit!” he cried, his voice a rasp.  “That was insane!  I’ve never had anyone blow me like that!  Holy fuck!”

She grinned and came up to kiss him, their tongues dancing wildly for a few seconds. 

“You are fucking amazing!” Carl said, after a few moments, still gasping for breath.

“Why didn’t you cum?” she asked, matter-of-factly. 

“Well…” he began, still breathing hard, “I don’t usually.  It’s really hard… for me to cum… from oral sex… for some reason.”

“It’s not me?” she asked.  “You liked it?”

He laughed.  “Holy shit!” he exclaimed.  “I told you: you’re fucking amazing!”

She smiled and they kissed again, his breathing finally stabilizing.  After a few moments, Carl reached for his pants and withdrew a condom.

“Can I put that on?” she asked.

“Sure,” he replied and handed her the little square.

She ripped it open and studied it as she kneeled next to his pelvis. 

He was laying on his back still, his fierce cock still at full mast.

“Which side do you use?” she asked.

“Have you never been with someone who used a condom before?” he wanted to know.

“It’s been a while,” she replied.  “And I never handled them.”

“It only unfurls one way,” he said.  “You can kind of tell by looking at it.”

She nodded and placed the ring of latex atop his pole and began to unwind the condom over his straining missile.

“You’re so fucking big,” she said.

“How big is your husband?” Carl asked.

“He’s not very,” she replied.  “He never even gets to half a foot.”

Carl sat up when she had finished and they embraced.  Then Naomi lay back with Carl on top of her.  She opened her legs as he maneuvered between them, kissing her the whole time, his hands holding her face or brushing her cheeks.

Naomi felt a thrill as his huge weapon touched her vulva as it hung down.  This is it, she thought, I’m about to be fucked by someone who’s not my husband for the first time in over twelve years.   She almost shook from the anticipation.  And he’s so FUCKING BIG!

When Carl moved his right hand down to spread her outer lips and nestled his big dome within her inner lips, she said: “Be gentle, please.  You’re very big and I’ve never had anyone near your size before.  I’m not sure how much I can take.”  She felt his dome swell in response to her words and knew that they excited him.

Carl nodded and then slowly pushed his head within her.  She was really wet, he noted, which helped a lot.  As he expected, she was tight, but she also felt so velvety luscious, too.

As his fat dome completely entered inside her, Naomi groaned deeply. He was so big!  But he also felt so very very good!  The pressure was tremendous, but it wasn’t painful, instead, it felt incredibly erotic and it excited her immensely.

“You okay?” Carl asked her in response to the deep guttural sounds coming from her throat.

She opened her eyes and focused on his face.  “Holy shit, yes!” she exclaimed.  “You’re so fucking big, but it feels so damn good!”

“Steady as she goes, then,” he said, and resumed his slow entry into her tight box.  She felt so extraordinarily tight and slick.  He’d never been with someone so small in stature as Naomi and it made him feel extremely dominant with her tiny form beneath him.  Her moans and groans at his entry heightened his arousal, as well.  He wanted to shove his cock into her as hard as possible; the slow entry proved an amazing tease.  He knew he couldn’t go any faster than he was already progressing—not if he wanted to be sure not to hurt her.  Mixed with his lust, fortunately, was a strong desire to protect her.

Naomi had never had anyone anywhere as near as large as Carl before, not in physical build and definitely not in cock-size!  With half of his shaft within her, she felt a bit like someone was shoving a tree trunk inside her, yet it was far from unpleasant.  In fact, it was amazingly erotic.  The pressure and fullness were driving her crazy with lust and desire.  She felt as if Carl were somehow possessing her, taking her over with his massive baseball bat of a cock, and she wanted more and more of it.  His large muscular frame above her reinforced her perception of his sexual power and she felt that she could lose herself in it.  She loved the feeling of him dominating her because he was big and powerful and kind.  Unlike her soon-to-be-ex-husband, Carl was gentle and sweet and not malicious in any way.  And she wanted to give herself up to him because she trusted him completely.  She wanted to please him and be pleased by him and she was absolutely delirious with happiness that she was feeling all these things.

“Uhhh…” she groaned, looking into his eyes.  “That’s it, baby… keep going… I want all of you… fill me up with your cock, baby…  fill me up…”

Carl smiled down at her as he reached back to see how much of his shaft still lay outside her.  With just a quarter of his length still to go, her groans deepened as well as grew in volume.  She was no longer looking up at him, but had rolled her eyes up into her head as she began to claw the sheets—much as Carl had done earlier when she had blown him.  Carl was sure he wouldn’t be able to fit much more of himself inside her.

“Oh shit baby!...” she cried out in a voice much deeper than her usual. 

To Carl, it sounded as though she were possessed.  Perhaps she was, he considered.  Possessed by his cock!

“Oh fuck!... Holy FUCKING SHIT!...” she screamed.  “You’re so fucking HUGE!”

Then, to Carl’s amazement, he was in to the hilt.  His entire shaft—just over nine inches in length—lay within Naomi and it felt so incredibly tight and delicious that he was surprised that he didn’t spurt right then.  She was so cute and vulnerable and excited him so much, and now to be completely inside her!

Her eyes popped open as she focused on his face.  Her mouth was an “O” and she looked very surprised and overwhelmed.

Carl ground his pubic bone against her, but didn’t withdraw, yet.

She mouthed the words: I’m cumming!

“You like it when I grind into you like this?” he whispered, and kissed her nose and full cheeks.

She nodded quickly, whimpering, and he smiled.

“Good…”

Carl’s grinding motions not only pressed up against Naomi’s swollen clitoris, but created a corkscrew motion of his cock within her tightly clenched channel and against her cervix which drove her crazy.  In a few beats of time, the “O” was replaced with a full open mouth as her jaw stretched wide.  Her whimpers became cries and then her cries became screams as he continued his dance against her exploding button and cervix.

Her screams continued for some time as her back arched and she tore at the sheets with her short nails—her eyes clamped shut as she focused on the deliriously delicious eruptions from her privates.

Carl wanted to stroke her so badly, but he waited for over a minute as she drove herself hoarse.  When she finally began to calm down, he began his first withdrawal, popping her eyes open again to stare at him in wonder as his monster weapon slid out.  When he pushed back in again, her eyes bulged and a fleeting smile came over her face before being replaced by a deep moan.  Her hands went to either side of her vagina as her legs went over his back and Carl continued to slowly pump her in this fashion.

After several strokes, she put her hands to his shoulders.  “Faster, baby, faster,” she said in a cracked voice.

“You sure?” he wanted to know.

When she nodded, her eyes glued to his, he consented and picked up the speed.  Soon he was pumping her rather quickly as Naomi raised her head to kiss him, their tongues dancing unevenly as their bodies surged from his rhythm.  He stroked her faster and faster, unable to believe what she could handle, but also wondering why he wasn’t cumming.

He fucked her fairly hard and for quite a while, sweat pouring from his body.  It felt incredibly wonderful, but he never felt like he was going down that familiar road that led to orgasm.  Eventually, he caught sight of the clock on the bedside table and stopped.  He withdrew his large spike with a deep sigh from Naomi and he fell back on the sheets, panting.

Immediately, she was beside him, propped on an elbow and looking down at his face.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, hoarsely.  “You didn’t cum.”

“Ran out of time,” he said between breaths.  “Look.”

She looked at the clock, but was unimpressed.  She shrugged.  “Who cares if lunch hour is almost over?  I want you to cum, too!”

“We’ll both care if we both come back late from lunch a few times too many,” he pointed out.  “We should shower and get out of here.”

“Carl…” she looked at him with concern.  “What’s wrong?”

He opened his mouth as if to say something and then stopped.  He paused, worried about hurting her feelings.

“I don’t know,” he finally said.  “I just couldn’t cum.  It doesn’t make any sense.  You felt so good and I was certainly hard enough.  You were driving me crazy with your screams.  I just…” He shrugged and then put a hand to her cheek.  “Everything seemed so fucking hot.  I have no explanation…”

She looked back and forth from one of his eyes to the other, thinking about it.

“You were really hard,” she said, at length.  “I know I excite you.  But something’s missing if I can’t get you to cum.”

He shook his head.  “I don’t know what that is,” he confessed.  “You drive me nuts.  You’re so cute and you got me so turned on.”

But not enough to cum! she thought to herself.  She would have to find out why and correct it.  It was that simple.  She had found the man of her dreams and she wasn’t about to lose him just because something about her wasn’t quite enough to push him over the edge.

~ ~ ~

In the following days, Naomi began to ask Carl questions about his former girlfriends: what they were like and, especially, what they looked like.  She asked him to show her pictures of them.  The next day, Naomi sat in her car looking at pictures on Carl’s tablet and began to find a common thread between his old girlfriends.  They were all gorgeous girls who wore alluring makeup and all of them were big-busted.  They seemed to range from about a D cup to, perhaps an F.

“You really seem to like girls with big chests,” she commented.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Carl said, non-committedly.  “But it’s not a necessity.”

I think it is! Naomi thought to herself.  She handed him back the tablet.  “Can you pull up some women you think are hot, for me, please?”

“What?” he asked, surprised.  “Why?”

“I want to see what type of girl really pushes your buttons,” Naomi replied.  “The pix of your old flames are helpful, but I want to try to get a better insight.”

Carl frowned.  “What will it prove?”

“I’m not looking to ridicule or get jealous or anything negative, believe me,” she said.  “I just want to see what turns you on.  Show me the girls that really get you hot: movie stars, singers, models, exotic dancers or porn stars, I don’t care.  I’m on a mission, here.”

“Really?” he asked, dubiously.

“Yeah,” she replied.  “Definitely.  But not just the ones you think are attractive.  I want to see the ones that push your deepest buttons.”

“Okay…” he replied, feeling that this was not a good idea, but going ahead with it anyway.  “You may find them a little bizarre.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said.  “I’m not here to judge.”  She smiled at him to let him know that she didn’t have any ulterior motives to trap him.  “Just make sure that they’re really the ones that get you really hot.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he brought up Google and searched for “Leanne Crowe” to start with.

When her images appeared, Carl watched Naomi’s eyes widen.

“Oh my…” she said.  “She’s big.”

Carl nodded.  “Yup.”

“She’s very cute, too.  What size chest does she have?”

“G cup, I think,” Carl replied.  “Maybe bigger.”

“Wow…”

Carl considered her reaction.  She wasn’t’ put off, just very curious.

“Okay,” she continued, “show me another.”

Carl pulled up pictures of Rachel Aldana next and waited for her reaction.

“Oh shit,” Naomi said.  “And I thought the first girl was big!  Holy cow, she’s huge!”

Carl noted that Naomi didn’t make fun of Rachel Aldana’s bust, but was curious and almost entranced by it.

“Last I heard, she’s up to an L-cup,” Carl replied to Naomi’s query about the size of Ms. Aldana’s breasts.  “But that’s probably a British cupsize, so it could be bigger than what we think of as an L cup.”

“I wouldn’t have any idea,” Naomi said, transfixed by the buxom former Page 3 model.  After a minute or so, she asked if Carl had any other girls to show him.

He nodded and Googled “Sheyla Hershey” and “Sabrina Sabrok”.

“Holy shit, I didn’t think women came much bigger than that last girl…” Naomi exclaimed.  After a few seconds she said: “These women can’t be real… Are they?”

Carl smiled.  “Not by mother nature, no,” he replied.  “The photos aren’t doctored if that’s what you’re thinking.  They’re augmented with implants.”

“Really?” she asked, intrigued.  “Implants can get that big?  The word ‘pneumatic’ comes to mind.”

Carl laughed.  “Bigger,” he said.  “You want to see?”

She looked up at him.  “You mean a woman with a bigger chest than these?”

“Yeah.”

“And they get you hot?” she wanted to make sure.  “The ones who’re even bigger?”

“Yeah,” he repeated.

“I’m fascinated, then,” she replied.  “Please.”

“They get much bigger,” he said, as he brought up images of Chelsea Charms.

Naomi’s mouth fell open as she viewed the pictures. 

“Fuck.”

“Don’t bother to ask about cup-size,” Carl said.  “She’s way off the cup-size scale.”

Naomi clicked through page after page of pictures of the super-buster.  “This gets you really hot, huh?”  It was a question, not a judgment.

“I’d say so, yeah,” Carl replied. 

“Is she the biggest in the world or something?” Naomi wanted to know.

“Nope,” Carl replied.  “As far as I can tell, there’s one bigger.”

“No way.”

Carl smiled and showed her pictures of Beshine at her biggest.

“I cannot fucking believe that she can walk,” Naomi said in astonishment.

“And she wants to get bigger,” Carl told her.

Naomi gaped at the photos.  “What do you feel when you look at her?” she asked at length.  Once again, Naomi asked it as a simple question.  It wasn’t a put down in any way.

Carl shrugged.  “It gets me excited,” he admitted. 

Naomi nodded, transfixed at the enormous-busted blonde’s images.  “How big was this chick when she started?  Do you know?”

“I think she was flat-chested, actually,” Carl said.

Naomi nodded, still looking at the pictures.  No wonder I can’t make him cum!

~ ~ ~

That had been on a Friday, two days after they had first been intimate in the motel room.  The following week saw them meet for lunch every day as usual.  When Carl suggested they have another rendezvous at the motel, Naomi told him that she would love that but wanted to wait until something she had ordered arrived.  When he pressed her for details she just smiled and said that “good things cum to those who wait”.

Then, on Friday, she told him that he should make plans to meet her at the motel at lunch time. 

“We’re only gonna have about a half hour,” she told him. 

“Why?” he wanted to know.

“Never mind about that,” she said, smiling.  “When I leave, give me about 15 minutes and then follow me.”

She would answer no other questions.  And so, fifteen minutes after he got a call from her that she was leaving, he headed to the motel full of curiosity.  What the heck did she have planned?  She was the one who rented the room this time.  It was all very mysterious.

She cracked open the door when he knocked, but made him wait outside until she called that the coast was clear.  He entered the room to find that she was in the bathroom. 

“Gotta do a few last second things,” she called.  “Turn on the boombox and get naked!”

He smiled and complied with her request.  The music was a sultry rhythm with a deep beat and by the time he was totally naked he heard the door to the bathroom click open.

He almost gasped.

The woman who entered the room bore only minor resemblance to the Naomi he knew up until then.  She had sultry deep blue eyes now—instead of her unremarkable light brown ones—that were made-up with smoky shades and thick black mascara and long, thick, black eyelashes.  Her face was expertly made-up & her lips bore a high gloss red lipstick.  She wore dark stockings held up by a garter belt and sheer black panties.  But it was the skin tight red tank top she wore that blew him away, or rather, what was under it.  For she sported twin bulges as if she were a ripe D-cupper.  Indeed, the tank had a deep neckline and he could see cleavage!  Whatever she had under that tank looked like real breasts.  Whatever bra that she wore must have pushed them together to create bulging hemispheres. She walked towards him with half-lidded eyes and a slow, purposeful walk, in 5-inch stilettos, that was almost catlike.  He’d never seen her in high-heels before and had no idea that she knew how to walk in them.

She got to within a couple of feet of him and then began to dance to the music.  As she gyrated before him, she ran her hands along her body in a most sensual way.  Often she would slowly move her shoulders and was constantly changing the angle of her torso so as to give him multiple views of her very full chest.  As she danced, she removed her panties and chucked them across the room, then she came up close and slowly did her gyrations between his legs.

Carl leaned back on arms outspread behind him.  His cock was at full mast pointing directly at her crotch.  She took it in her hands and began to lightly tease it until he began to shake and moan, precum oozing its way out of its tip.

Shortly, she motioned for him to move further up the bed on his back and then—her eyes never leaving his—she straddled him on her knees, his cock straining against her shaved vulva.  She looked magnificent up there, her big chest towering above him and looking even bigger from his low vantage point. 

When she made a move to mount him, he stopped her.

“Don’t forget a condom,” he said.

She smiled.  “I won’t need one,” she said.  “I’ve been on The Pill for over a week.”

“What?”

She nodded.  “I figure we’d pretty much both know if we had any STDs.  I’ve been with one partner—if you can call it that—for years.  So, I know I’m clean and you’ve told me that you were with your last girlfriend for a few years and trusted her.  I think we can make a fair assumption that we’re clean.  I want to feel you inside me naked.”  And you’ll have a better likelihood of cumming if you can feel me naked inside, she thought.

Carl’s cock jumped at her words.

“Okay with you?” she cooed.

He nodded and she rose herself up to take his bloated head within her.

“Uuuhhhhhhhh…” she moaned, as his fat apple pushed inside her.

Carl gasped at feeling her vagina fully for the first time.

“Oh baby…” she cooed, swiveling her chest for him as she descended onto his thick shaft.  “Oooohhh baaaabeeeeee…”

“Naomi,” he began, “what are you using for your chest?”

“Sshhhhh…” she put a finger to her lips.  “Don’t think about that now.  Just go with it.  They’re real breasts for now.  I’ve got big round pumped-up boobs for you, baby.  Are they big enough for you?  Do you like them?”

He smiled.  “They’re fucking awesome!” he said, and ran his hands up her sides and then over her big cups.  He squeezed them gently.  They were soft and yielding, yet firm.  Kind of like the feel of firm implants.

Naomi felt him swell even thicker as felt her “breasts”.  As she finished impaling herself on him, she considered her point of view as she looked down on him with her breasts sticking out majestically.  It was such a rush!  She hadn’t really been prepared for how it would feel to have these projections bulging beneath her top.  She felt as if she were now somehow whole, that the breasts somehow completed her as a woman.  First, there was the reaction that they got from Carl, which was intense.  As soon as she saw his face when she had stepped out of the bathroom, she knew it had been the perfect thing to do.  Not only did his eyes bug out, but she had seen his cock inflate almost instantly at her new curves.  It was heady stuff and she had suddenly felt herself imbued with sexual power that she had not known before.  Now, he lay here transfixed at the double swelling of her chest and it just confirmed how right it was.  His looks and physique had blown her away and now she had something to blow him away, too.  It made her feel sexy and sexually powerful.  Second, was the reaction she got from herself.  As she had clicked the bra into place in the bathroom and had seen herself in the mirror with a huge pair of boobs, she had just felt so much more like a woman.  As she walked, those beauties plowed the way for her, screaming sex without even being exposed.  She considered that it was something a little like an erection in a man, except that breasts were permanent.  Real ones jutted out there 24/7 declaring the owner to be hot whether she liked it or not.  Naomi liked it a lot.  As she viewed Carl’s prone form over her twin torpedoes, teasing him with their form, the feeling of sexual power intensified. 

She had been thinking about getting a boob job ever since she had seen the pictures of Carl’s former girlfriends, but when he had shown her pictures on the internet of girls that he considered hot, she had pretty much made up her mind to do it.  Now, using these silicone breastforms to tease Carl, it just cemented the entire notion.  It would be the right thing to do.  She had been spending all of her spare time researching implants and now she knew that she just had to go in for a consultation and schedule the surgery.  She wanted to look like this for real and she wanted it badly.  She thought about the repercussions in her ordinary life: showing up for work after surgery with D-cup boobs!  Part of her—the shy part, which ruled most of her ordinary day to day activities—cringed at the idea.  How could she walk into her office with such a big chest?  The idea of the stares and the questions and the jokes seemed almost more than she could take.  That was why she always kept herself looking conservative and tried to melt into her surroundings: remain anonymous and she didn’t get hurt.  Be a little mouse and no one will notice and no one will poke fun or say nasty things to her.  But now a growing part of her was getting upset at that whole point of view.  Her wanting to blend into the background had gotten her an inadequate man with respect to her husband.  If she hadn’t taken a chance, if she had kept to herself and had never looked Carl in the eye in the hallway—something that she had agonized over, at the time, and had finally made herself do after passing him in the hallway previously—never had smiled at him or had said hello, then they never would have spoken at the meeting in the way that had and she wouldn’t be here right now blowing her mind at how wonderful it was to be noticed and to ride a stud like Carl.  Yet, she had still been a little mouse—little Miss Plain Jane—and even though she had apparently been cute enough to attract Carl and get him excited, she hadn’t been outgoing enough—woman enough—to make him cum.  How unsatisfying that was!  Sure it had been great to think that she had gotten him excited to get so hard and to want to fuck her like he did; but how deflating an experience it had been to realize that she simply wasn’t woman enough to make him cum!  How long would their relationship last if she couldn’t push his buttons enough to make him orgasm!

That was about to change.

If she wanted to enjoy life and get the most out of her relationship with Carl, she would have to force herself to become the woman she wanted to be—a woman hot enough to push Carl over the edge.  She had to face up to her fears of ridicule and catty people and just do what she felt was right.  No matter how much she was afraid of the embarrassment of coming into work with a big chest after the augmentation, she would have to face it head on.  It was either that or remain on the sidelines and watch Carl go after some other woman with nice tits who could please him properly—and there was no way she was going to let that happen. 

First, she had realized that she needed to get rid of that fucking condom.  There was no way she was going to let anything get between Carl and herself.  He needed to feel what she really felt like inside.  That alone might make the difference, but it wasn’t enough.  She needed breasts.  Big breasts.  The type of breasts that she had always privately mocked and ridiculed.  She’d always thought of them as silly.  Why do women need to have these big bags of fat and flesh hanging from their torsos, she had always wondered?  Now she knew why.  As she looked down her chest at the twin swellings that projected outward, she found that she was really happy and fulfilled by their look.  But why?  She had never felt jealous of women with big busts, she had just thought they were silly.  Why would she now feel that they looked so right?  Was it possible that she had actually always been jealous of big-busted women and had simply convinced herself that the look was funny?  She nodded to herself inwardly.  She had been jealous of the men that those type of women seemed to attract, that was for sure.  She probably just didn’t want to admit—even to herself—that those two things that were attracting those men had been making her jealous.  It was funny how a person could build little mind-defenses so that they could blind even themselves from the truth, she thought.

What she wasn’t blind to right now was how good it felt to have Carl’s massive cock fully inside her.  She felt like an extension of his member, a huge-boobed woman-shaped cock.  She laughed inwardly at the thought and ground her clit into his pubic bone.

Carl moaned as she gyrated her hips, every little movement felt by his teeming member in her so tight, yet soft, flesh-tunnel.

“You like that, baby?” she cooed.  “Let’s see how you like this—“

With that, she rose up on his spike and began to pump herself over his hyper-excited flesh-tool.  Up and down she went, her torso perfectly vertical as she continued to swivel her big bombs to tantalize him.

Carl groaned in ecstasy, his hands on her hips as she pumped him slowly and then began to speed up the pace.  “Oh shit,” he said.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Naomi grinned broadly at him.  Those were the magic words that filled her with delight.  No one had ever called her “hot” before!  It was an awesome feeling to be the object of someone else’s desire!  “Hang on, baby…” she cautioned.  Up and down, faster and faster she went as Carl’s mouth fell open and his eyes grew wider and wider.  “Momma’s gonna make you pop!”

“Oh shit…” he whispered, as his pole grew closer and closer to losing it.

Naomi was pumping herself furiously now over his weapon of mass lust, her big breasts thumping on her chest.  She purposely exaggerated the movements of her torso to thrust her mounds upward at the top of each stroke.  Naomi could feel the breastforms rise off her own chest, under the bra, but she knew that the bra would keep them in check and she imagined that they were her own breasts flopping up and down on her ribcage.

“Oh!  OH!” Carl cried out, his hands gripping her toned thighs.

Yes! Naomi thought.  This is it!  I’m gonna do it!  I’m gonna make him cum!

The whole thing was too much for Naomi.  She had been so mentally focused on Carl, that she didn’t realize how excited it was making her, as well, and suddenly she found her clitoris and vagina exploding in a series of hard, thunderous orgasms.  Her eyes went wide in surprise even as her mouth formed a small “o”.  “I’m… cumming…” she uttered in surprise.

Already on his way to orgasm, Naomi’s words just pushed him over the edge that much quicker.  With a deep, guttural “Uhhhh…” Carl thrust his pelvis skyward as his raging rocket exploded within her.

Oh fuck!  Yes!  He’s cumming inside me! Naomi’s head screamed out in joy as they came together, her clit sparking anew at each of his ejaculations.

Carl came hard as he pumped her full of copious amounts of thick juice.  It blasted out of his cock with a heavy force, again and again. 

Naomi’s hands were now on his chest as she leaned forward somewhat.  She needed to keep her balance as wave after wave of delicious orgasms racked her body.  “Oh baby…” she said in trembling voice, “I can’t stop cumming…”

She had toned down her furious pace from before, and was now stroking him slowly as they both continued to cum hard, her words fueling Carl’s orgasm.

Carl’s orgasm was the longest he could recall ever having, yet even as he stopped spurting, he felt Naomi quiver above him, cumming and cumming, her eyes locked on his.  He smiled at her.  “Yeah, honey…” he said in a cracked voice, “you just keep cumming on me…  Oh yeah…”  He’d never had a woman cum for so long and he found it intensely intoxicating.  This little thing atop him with the fake boobs looked and felt so awesome.  Who would have guessed that the little mouse he’d said hello to in the hall for all those months was such a fucking hot vixen?  She looked so awesome with that chest.  It transformed her from a cute woman with fresh, sexy good looks to a vamp ready to tease him and push his buttons.  Her make-up only added to the allure.  The thick black eye-liner, smoky eyes and rich lipstick were very hot and the combined effect with her new “boobs” made her a fuck-bunny extraordinaire.

After another fifteen seconds or so, Naomi’s orgasms finally wound down and she collapsed onto Carl’s chest, kissing him deeply even as she breathed in hard through her nose.  They kissed like that for a while, long after Naomi’s breathing returned to somewhat normal.  When they finally broke, Naomi looked at him and grinned as she squeezed his now soft member from her tunnel.

“I feel like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube,” he commented with a smile.

“Hard to believe you were so hard just a few moments ago,” she said, gazing into his eyes.

“You look fucking awesome with those breasts,” he told her before she could ask.

She smiled broadly and slipped off him to rest alongside him on the bed.  “Big enough?” she asked, looking at her puffed-up front.

He reached over to squeeze one.  “I’ll say,” he said.  “But what are they made out of?”

“They’re silicone breast forms used by transvestites and for cancer patients,” she replied.  “They come in several shades to match the owner’s own skin tone.  They’re a tad lighter than my skin, but I think the illusion is pretty good.”

“Amazing,” he said.

She wanted to tell him of her impending plans to get real implants, but she caught herself.  No, she would wait.  She didn’t know if she could pull it off, but she wanted to keep it a secret until she could get to the size of the breast forms for real.  Her first surgery wouldn’t get her much past a B-cup in size and that simply wouldn’t do.  As the days went by, she would rarely do anything with him topless, so as to keep the illusion of her having big breasts.  If she could keep that up until she had a second surgery it would be awesome.  She just doubted that it would work out for real.

They did “lunch” like that two or three times a week after that.  They usually ran over a little and they knew that they were “pushing” it—that someone would begin to put two and two together eventually if they met like that too often, but they couldn’t help themselves.  In the meantime, Naomi met with her doctor and scheduled her surgery.  He had an opening in two months and Naomi promptly took a block of two weeks of vacation during that time.  Her plan was to be fairly well healed from the surgery by the time she returned to work.  But these weren’t Naomi’s only plans.  She had met with a divorce lawyer and planned on divorcing her husband and moving out to a new place she had put a security deposit on.  She would be divorced and moved into her own place by the time she was scheduled for surgery.  

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Let me know what you think of the beginning of the story.  As I mentioned up top, this story is proofread, so if you find a grammatical error, I would be most obliged if you'd let me know.

~Cris