ENCOUNTER, Part 8

Well, I wanted to wait until a better place for a break came while writing this part, but I had the opportunity to edit and post what I've written so far, so I decided to just go ahead and do it now.  If I were ever to publish this as a proper story, the chapter's breaks would not be where these "parts" break.  But, it's been a while since I posted part 7, so I'm glad I got a chance to post this tomight, even if the scene isn't finished.

My, my, my, it's been a hectic winter!  At work, I'm studying and taking tests even as I work in the very system that I'm studying for!  It's resulting in more than a bit of overtime to get both real work and studying done, and then I can't always get to writing.  Some days I'm lucky if I get a single sentence written.

In this part, Noelle wonders how big she shall actually pump herself.  By popular demand, I'll have her get so big that she can barely get around, but what exactly does that mean?  Noelle, herself, asks about the specific nature of just how big she should get in this part.  If you, dear reader, would be so kind as to chime in via a comment at the end, then I'll know just how big to pump her!  Eskimo also said that he thought that Noelle was going to pop with last month's part, which made me think: "Should she pop?"  Should she get so carried away that she really does just explode?  What do you think?  I've included a handy poll in the right hand column of the blog for you all to weigh in on the issue.  The poll will end on April 15th.  

So, you guys have some decisions to make: Exactly how big should Noelle get, and should she get so eager for bigness (or, perhaps, Mei Concupy gets over zealous in her research) that she gets pumped to the point of bursting?  Let me know.

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

ENCOUNTER
Part 8

by

Shadowmuse Blown

She reached up to her neck and slowly pulled a zipper down over those monumental hills allowing her monstrous dirigibles to issue forth and bulge outward.  Her chest had become so large and swollen that Noelle could barely reach the entire way down the front of her massive bulwarks. With a three-inch black leather strap attached to it, the zipper pull was extra-long.  Without the extension, there was no way she could have managed to reach the very front of those elephantine kegs.  She stopped the zipper at her abdomen, letting the fur coat frame her newly emerged blimps of lust. 

She wore a white, ribbed sweater-dress with a neckline that was wide at the shoulders and then tapered down in a V to mid-way down her gargantuan bombs.  White lacing, in the form of two X's criss-crossed the open V above her cavernously deep cleavage.  Each massive breast was tightly spherical with a diameter of just over eleven inches, each.

 "Holy shit," Gary said, as he approached her, his head bent down to clear the roof of the vehicle, and his cock hard as iron in his pants. 

"This is what twelve thousand ccs looks like," she cooed, as Gary sat down beside her, at her left. 

Sitting next her, it seemed as though her double canons projected outward into the next postal code. 

They leaned into each other and Gary watched as his hyper-sexy lover's gorgeous face moved out from its fur-lined niche and her super-pumped lips approached. His lips ached to touch those seemingly ready to burst appendages, and when they finally did make contact, he swooned in their plush softness. He brought his right hand up to her wide, protruding cheek to feel it's softness as her slick tongue entered his mouth. Her left hand was at his crotch, pushing down the massive bump that had grown there. 

"Uhh..." Gary moaned, as she licked the insides of his oral cavity.  His right hand slipped down to the front of her impossible chest, feeling the crazy girth and protrusion of her hyper-swollen saline kegs. His cock surged as his hand felt her huge roundness beneath his outstretched hand. He had thought her gigantic at 5K, but this was insane!  His arm had to reach way out in front of her to feel the fronts of her massive globes.  Had he not known better, he might have imagined that she placed a pair of kick balls under her dress—that's how round and tight they were.  Of course, he could easily see her cleavage bulge in the plunging neckline and could feel her swollen skin beneath his fingers under the taught lacing that ran across the opening. Her breasts did rise, somewhat, in the V of the plunge, and the cross-crossed laces dug a couple of millimeters into her swollen flesh. As his hands explored her voluminous globes, he realized she wore a bra beneath the dress which was apparently a little too tight. The edges of the brassiere echoed the plunge of the V. Since the cups were apparently a tad too small, it created the slight bulge in the neck opening and the ultra-hot look of the laces digging into her protruding flesh. 

When they had finished the kiss, they looked into each other's eyes for few moments. 

"I can't believe how big you are!" Gary whispered, at length, which elicited a huge grin from Noelle. 

“Me either, actually,” she admitted.

Quickly, her grin became a laugh. 

"Ordinarily, I'd've had your coat and pants open by now," she said.  "But, I'm kinda pinned!"

It was true. Her left arm was pinned between them, under her right breast, which was so large that it now actually blocked forward movement of her left forearm. On top of that, her right arm had no hope of reaching around her vast pontoons. She had managed to reach out far enough to feel his bulge, but that was the limit of her arm’s travel.

When Gary realized what she meant, he merely whispered, "Fuuuuck..."

His heart pounded in his chest. 

She was so fucking huge! 

"Did you find a place to eat?" she asked. 

"I'm told the steakhouse across the way is the best bet to find a place open," he said. 

"Yeah," she replied. "Fortunately for us, places are more likely to stay open here in heavy snow than back east."

She reached up with her right hand to press a button on an overhead console and hit the outside curve of her gigantic mammary gland as she did, causing her right breast to push its sister against Gary's chest.  

Gary felt his reaction go straight to his already aching cock as the heavy mass of saline and flesh bumped him with a solid thud. 

"Shiranee?" Noelle asked the driver as she pressed the intercom.  "Can you take us to Johnny's Steakhouse?"

"It would be my pleasure, ma'am," came a woman's voice with an Indian accent. 

"It's probably better that I couldn't pull out your cock," Noelle said, as the Sno-Cat-like vehicle drove out of the shelter of the front entrance overhang and out into the storm. "You'd probably cum in seconds. I'd rather tease you and tease you and tease you tonight until you beg to let me make you cum."

Gary felt like he could've came right there from her words, but merely said, "Oh, really? Fine by me."

The couple ignored the heavy snow falling so thickly around the vehicle that the driver could barely make out the road ahead. Instead, they kissed again: passionately and continuously until the Cadillac hybrid had driven the short distance to the restaurant. 

Johnny's sat in the same complex of buildings—hotels, shops, and restaurants—as their hotel, with only an access road dividing the buildings, and yet it took nearly ten minutes for the driver to negotiate the now near white-out conditions to reach the front door. 

Gary helped her zip up her fur as the door opened remotely, the black chrome steps descending into the shin-deep snow.  

"I'm gonna need a little assistance," she said, with a smile that, at first, seemed apologetic, but which he soon realized was the look of someone who has done something naughty for which they now must deal with the consequences. 

She slid over on the rear bench seat until she was next to the open door. Gary exited the vehicle and then turned about to offer a hand. 

Watching her enormous fur-enveloped bust emerge from the cab was a dick hardening experience.  

Although there was a hand rail built into the open door, Gary stood ready to give her support from the other side. 

Noelle looked down and hesitated, the icy wind blowing through the fur that lined her hood, as well as her hair. 

"I can't see the steps!" she called through the drone of the storm. 

Gary's already hard cock, surged. 

Her chest is blocking her view, Gary realized. 

Noelle bent her head to the right in an attempt to see around her swollen orbs. 

"What if you came down the steps, backwards?" Gary called out. "It might be easier to feel for the steps that way."

Noelle nodded and disappeared from view for a moment, then came out backwards. 

Between feeling for each rung on the chrome ladder and craning her neck to either side to look around her body at the steps, she was able to slowly negotiate her way down. Gary held out his hand to give her support on the left as she descended. 

The pull of gravity on Noelle's massive saline tanks added to the complexity of her descent, as her mighty pontoons threatened to constantly screw up her center of gravity. She was thankful for the rubberized steps and Gary's hand offering her additional assistance. Her chest was so heavy!  She could feel the band and straps of the bra as they tugged on her back, shoulders, and sides as it held her weighty kegs in place. She had had them this size for such a short span of time and she was already being shown the folly of what she had done. Could she have gotten in and out of the vehicle without assistance?  Probably not. 

She felt her clitoris tingle at her dilemma. 

They're so big that you can't handle them by yourself, anymore, she thought to herself.

It was highly exciting and she wanted more. 

The idea of having to actually struggle to move or accomplish ordinary tasks was extremely arousing to her. 

Finally, she had both boots on the ground, deep in the snow.  She waved to the black glass of the cab and the steps retreated and the door closed.  Burying their faces in their coats, the couple retreated into the restaurant. 

Stamping their feet, they brushed snow off of each other. 
"You really should've worn a hat," Noelle laughed as she brushed the accumulated snow from Gary's hair. 

The two stepped up to the hostess' stand, relieved that the restaurant appeared open. 

"I can't believe you haven't shut down for the storm," Gary told the twenty-something blonde behind the podium. 

"We all live within walking distance," she explained. "And you'd be surprised at how many people we get on a night like this from the surrounding hotels, although we don't get too many pulling up in Cadillac Sno-Cats."

Gary laughed. 

"No," he agreed, "I don't suppose you do. I've never seen anything like it."

The hostess had them follow her to their table. 

The restaurant was basically empty, but as the hostess had indicated, there were a couple of groups dining in the main room.  She brought Gary and Noelle to a table, off to one side, with some privacy. 

"Would you mind unzipping me?" Noelle asked him. 

"Not at all," he replied, and ran the zipper-pull down the lengthy zipper and over her massive mountains—exposing her insane set of twenty-two-and-a-half inch wide bosoms—then, down beneath them, and then, finally, down her sinuous form to the bottom. As Gary helped Noelle out of the fur, the hostess stood agape at the crazy pulchritude that emerged. The criss-crossing laces, that appeared barely able to contain Noelle's amplitude, were echoed with similar lacing that ran all the way down each full-length sleeve, from the shoulder cap, down to  the cuff.  The motif was also played down either side of the white sweater-dress, along each side of the torso, all the way down to the hemline just below the knee.  The two-inch-wide gaps had the Xs of white lace just as the neckline did, but, where it ran along the sides of the dress or arms, the gap wasn't bare, but had a panel of the same white ribbed sweater fabric set behind the laces. Gary imagined that it would make a pretty poor winter dress if the entire length of the dress had a two-inch opening all along the outside of the arms and the sides of the dress. 

The sweater-dress clung to every one of Noelle's extreme curves like a glove, with the vertical ribbing of the soft material high-lighting those curves deliciously. Her white soft leather boots hugged her calves just as tightly and began just a couple of centimeters south of the bottom hem of her dress. 

As Gary went to hang Noelle's fur on a nearby hook, he noticed the stunned look of the completely flat-chested hostess.  She was totally awestruck by Noelle's insane body. 

It wasn’t until Gary had hung up Noelle's coat and had begun to unbutton his own before the hostess snapped out of her trance. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry!  I don't mean to stare. It's just that you're so...   beautiful!"

Noelle broke out into a huge grin. 

"Why, thank-you!" Noelle replied. 

"And if you don't mind my saying so—" the hostess went on—"Mindblowing hot!"

Noelle laughed. 

"Do you mind if I ask a personal question?" the hostess pressed. 

"Not at all," Noelle replied. 

"How many... Uh... How much..."

"Twelve thousand ccs," Noelle informed her. 

The girl looked stunned. 

"Twelve thousand?"

Noelle nodded. 

"In fact, I just had them topped off today," she reported. 

"You look awesome," the young girl said. "I would love to look like that one day."

"Well," Noelle began, pulling a card out from her purse as she spoke, "if you ever find yourself looking for a good doctor, here's the one I use. She lives just outside of town."  

Noelle handed Dr. Concupy's card to the hostess. 

"Oh!" the waitress responded. "Thanks so much!"

And with that she let the two in peace for a moment. 

Gary had hung up his own coat, his now exposed crotch showing off a major boner. But he didn't care. 

Noelle moved her place setting, clearing the area in front of the chair.  Then, she slowly sat down, bracing herself with one hand on the table and the other on the back of the chair. 

Gary could see how she struggled with the new weight of her massive attributes.  They were so voluminous and heavy now, that she had to be careful while simply sitting down. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, once she was seated.

"Yeah," she came back, as she adjusted her seat and placed her mighty monsters on the table. "It's just that hauling around fifty-three pounds of saline can be a little difficult at times, like when sitting or standing."

"Fifty-three pounds!" Gary exclaimed as he took the seat across from his superblown lover. "Holy shit, that's heavy!"

"You're telling me," Noelle said with a smile. "I can still get around, but I start to get tired after a while."

"So, you're thinking it's all a bit too much?" he asked. 

"Of course it's too much!" Noelle replied. "That's the whole point!  I love it!"

Gary mentally shook his head, and broke out in a wide grin. 

"You're thinking I'm crazy " she said. 

"Of course!" he replied.  "But it's very hot, all the same."

Noelle laughed as the waitress inquired as to what drinks they would like.  Gary ordered a Diet Coke while Noelle had a lemonade. 

"Since alcohol can inhibit sexual response, I figured I'd skip it, but considering what your doctor's meds do to me, I wonder if it would matter," he said, laughing. 

"I want you performing at 200 percent," she said. "If alcohol might dial it back to 190 percent, I'd be upset. Oh, and don't forget to take your pills, baby."

"Did you know that Dr. Concupy's pills were going to push my virility into overdrive?" he asked as he pulled the pills from a clear sandwich bad and took them with water. 

"Maybe," she replied with an impy look. 

He shook his head, smiling, despite himself. 

She was so outrageously blown.  Crazy big. 

With breasts larger than eleven inches in diameter, their bottoms easily rested on the tabletop while the curve of their tops rose just above her collar bones.  Her cavernous cleavage stared at him from behind the double Xs of the plunging neckline's laces. 

"You like?" she cooed. 

"You look fucking awesome," he said, his cock aching from the strain. 

She grinned as he handed her a menu. 

It was rather large—too large for her to hold it with one hand off to the side of her ridiculously huge bosoms—so, she held it with both hands opened atop her swollen bulwarks. 

"Well," she said, after a few moments, "unless I have you cut up what I order, I'll have to order something that doesn't require two hands."

Gary's cock strained at the thought: her bloated tits took up the space where one's dinner plate would usually go and there was no way that she could cut anything with her fat bosoms in the way.

"I would be happy to help with anything you need cut up," he volunteered. 

Noelle let her menu down to look at Gary. 

"Thanks," she said. "How would it make you feel if I ordered a steak and then gave it to you to cut up for me?"

"Knowing that the reason I was cutting it in the first place was because your chest has swollen too big for you to do it yourself?" he asked. 

Noelle nodded, an intent look on her face. 

"It would be very arousing, actually.  I'm getting even harder just thinking about it," he replied. 

"Are you really?" she asked, intrigued. 

"Absolutely."

"I'm going to need a lot of help doing things I never even thought about before," she told him. "And it will only grow worse as my breasts blow up even larger," she told him. "Are you willing to help me?"

"Definitely," Gary replied without hesitation, feeling his cock's ache grow sharper as his rod grew so engorged with blood that it hurt. 

"When we get back home out East, would you consider moving in with me?" she asked. "I'm going to be so much bigger than this, baby, and it's gonna be tough for me to just cross the room."

Gary laughed, nervously. 

"You're determined to get me to pop spontaneously in this restaurant, aren't you?" he asked. 

"No," she replied, coyly.  "Just to push you to the edge and watch you squirm with such intense desire that you feel like you could explode.  And then I'll tease you more and more, and keep pushing you and pushing you until we get back to the room."

"Well," he replied, "you're doing an excellent job so far!"
She looked at him intently. 

"Good," she said, simply. 

"What happens when we get back to the room?" he wanted to know.

"Then I keep teasing and teasing," she said. "I want to just keep pushing you closer and closer to the brink and keep you there until you feel like you can't take any more and then I want to tease you some more and more and more so that when you finally explode, it'll be intensely epic.  Is that okay?"

Gary had to take a deep breath. 

"Absolutely," he finally said. 

The waiter came to take their order.  Gary was amused by how big the bulge in pants was as he took Noelle's order. 

"Noelle," Gary began, once the waiter had left, "you're so big now that you have to be careful how you get into a chair. Why do you want to get bigger?  Everything you do will be such a struggle. Why would you want that?"

"Because its hot," she replied. 

"What's hot about struggling to move about because your tits are too big?" he asked. He knew quite well why it was hot to him, but he wanted to hear Noelle's point of view. 

"Breasts are the most obvious prominent sexual lure that women have, aside from their faces," she began. "The bigger they are, the more sexual presence they have. I've always found really big breasts fascinating and erotic. The bigger the better. When they start getting truly enormous they take on a presence of their own  I think the idea of them taking over is super hot.  Breasts so big that they get in the way of ordinary tasks. Their sheer weight and volume are constant sources of arousal.  If I could figure out how to function with breasts the size of Volkswagens, I'd do it."

"So, the mere act of struggling with them is a source of arousal for you," Gary said. 

"Absolutely," she confirmed. 
"I’ve never heard a woman talk that way before," he mused. 

"Get used to it if you stay with me," she told him. 

"You really want someone as old as I am as your long-term boyfriend?" he asked. 

"Only if you stop talking that way," she said. "I want you because you're good looking, click with me with all sorts of mutual interests, are a fascinating man, and, now, because you've got a massive cock that won't quick.  Oh, and you're fucking hot in bed."

Gary laughed. 

"You ain't so bad, yourself," he said. 

The waiter came and took their order and then they continued to discuss Gary moving in with her. At times, Noelle would pull her shoulders back, thereby lifting her heavy burdens from the tabletop.  Then, she would swivel her torso or shake her shoulders to further tease him. At other times she would again throw her shoulders back, not to lift her massive cannons, but to inhale deeply so that her swollen balloons would press against the lacing across her bulging cleavage causing it to pull against her dress. He swore the laces would eventually bust from the stress as she repeated the process again and again throughout the evening. 

When dinner arrived, Gary got up to cut her steak, purposely ordered for that very reason, he was sure.  As he sliced into the steak, he peripherally watched her behemoths, their enormity crying out to him: "Fondle is!  Lick us!  Caress us!  Fuck us!"

Noelle looked up at him as he stood beside her place setting, cutting up bite-sized pieces. She looked so beautiful, her voluminous rich brown hair falling to her shoulders.  Her shoulders were slender, sexy things that were in stark contrast to the gargantuan pair of party balloons that swelled from her ribcage.  The neckline of the white sweater-dress pulled out from the caps on her shoulders stretching to curve over the horizons of her bloated spheres.  The fabric stretched tautly between her shoulders and the apexes of her humongous spheres. The gap between that soaring material and her skin below was vast, highlighting just how ridiculously enormous she truly was. 

He could easily see her mighty leviathans as he sliced the steak, but couldn't help moving his eyes to them often. He could also see her face, peripherally: watching her watching him with her sexy eyes, and it added to his excitement. 

When he was done, he turned to her and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. 

She immediately plunged her long tongue into his mouth, letting him suck on it. 

His gasp, as her hand stroked his tented pants, was muffled by her thick oral organ filling his mouth. 

"You feel even bigger," she said, coyly, as they broke the kiss. 

"I wouldn't be surprised," he said with a laugh and went back to his seat. "It's going to suck if I get too big to fit inside you," he pointed out. 

She smiled, almost deviously. 

"That won't happen," she told him. 

As they ate their meal, Noelle continued to tease him, often running her hands with their long sexy nails over and around her vast blimps of lust. 

"I'm still not sure how big I really want to get," she said at one point during dinner.  "Do I want to get heavy enough so that I can just manage to walk a hundred paces before taking a rest?  Or do I want to become so massive that I can just manage to stand with a struggle, unable to move more than a few steps on my own?"

Gary's cock was in overdrive at the thought of her struggling just to stand up.

"Really?" he asked. "Would you really want to get that big?"

"Oh, absolutely," she replied without missing a beat. 

Gary's cock felt like it was make of teak, it was so hard. 

"The question is one of practicality," she went on. "I will need specialized harnesses and equipment with which to cope with day to day activities. I mean, I'll need all of that no matter what, but at the truly biggest I would want to get, it becomes a logistics nightmare. Of course, I could try the lesser size now and always get myself pumped larger, later, when I become more familiar with what infrastructure is required to get these massive saline bags moving."

She looked at him as she pressed her hands on the outside curves of her massive bombs. 

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, in a sultry voice. "She hold I play it cautious or should I go for broke and just keep pumping my tits till I can barely stand?"

Gary's cock seemed to want to rip out of his pants and 
shoot up through the tabletop.  

What did he want?

"What I want and what you should do aren't necessarily the same thing," he replied. 

His response made her smile. It was almost a devious smile. 

"So," she responded, "even though you know it wouldn't be a good thing for me, you'd find it really hot if I got pumped to the maximum before I could no longer stand—with tits so bloated and heavy that I'd have to struggle to get to my feet, and would have to fight to remain standing. So fucking big that I couldn't take the weight for more than a minute or so before I'd come crashing back to earth.  That would get you the most excited."

Gary could feel the precum oozing down his shaft and onto his balls. He felt so ready to bust. 

"Absolutely," he admitted. 

She considered her massive breasts resting on the table. 

"These weigh fifty-three pounds all together," she said.  "I wonder how much weight I'll be able to handle?  Eighty pounds?  A hundred?  More?"

"That sounds crazy, Noelle," Gary said. 

She laughed. 

"It's ludicrous!" she replied. "But tell me it's not ultra-hot!"

Gary had to admit that it was. Just watching her brace herself, this evening, due to her heavy breasts, had been very arousing. Imagining her actually struggling with even larger breasts pushed him even further in his excitement.  The trickle of precum became a slow constant stream. 

By the time they got to dessert, Gary's briefs were soaked. They elected to skip dessert and Noelle called for the car. 

With one hand bracing herself on the tabletop and Gary helping her with the other, she stood up and Gary retrieved her coat. 

As he turned around, he was struck by just how insanely extreme her curves were. She looked like she had been poured into the dress and then someone just kept pouring and pouring and pouring, overfilling the top of the dress until her prodigious pounders looked ready to bust out of the tight garment. 

Noelle swiveled her torso left and right, tantalizingly. 

"Fuck..." Gary whispered as he approached her and stood by her side. 

"Later," she cooed. "Kiss me."

From her left side, he bent his head and lost himself, momentarily, in her super-blown soft lips and teasing tongue.  She was so gorgeous and pumped. As he kissed her, slowly and passionately, his eyes took in face and then her outrageous body: her full cheek and collar bones, and then, her torso and how her strained skin seemed to fight with the over-sized invaders that stretched it outward to such extremes. 

He wanted her so badly. 

It was apparent that the restaurant was closing up. No one else was foolish enough to come out in a storm like this. They had been the last couple in and now they were the last to leave. He helped Noelle into her fur coat and then he put on his own. 

When they reached the entrance, Gary was surprised by just how much snow had fallen since they had arrived: easily over half a foot had been added. A couple of the restaurants employees were getting ready to leave, as well, donning parkas and heavy boots. 

"Need a lift?" Gary asked them, indicating the Cadillac Sno-Cat as it tractored up to the door. 

The hostess and waitress were impressed.  

"No wonder why you two didn't seem too concerned about the storm," the waitress said, but both she and the hostess declined, saying that they lived only a few blocks away and were dressed for it, having walked there earlier. 

Neither Noelle nor Gary were really dressed for deep snow as they waded their way out into nearly a foot of the white powder. 

Noelle watched the scene though her the fur-framed window of her hood as she stepped through the thick snow. She felt Gary's reassuring arm holding hers to steady her for which she was glad as she realized quickly that misjudging her own center of gravity would be very easy with her new too-heaviness, which she was, as yet, unaccustomed to. 

The wind had died down and she watched as snow now covered her enormous projections that jutted out before her into the snowy night.  When she got to the steps of the vehicle, she couldn't see the first landing because her enormous fur-clad assets blocked her view.  She tried rotating her twin behemoths to the left, but found that her bloated balloons had swollen so big that she couldn't swivel them out of the way enough—the bulge of her right breast still impeded her view.  She felt uncomfortable with her balance to twist any further and so tried to bend forward to see over the prow of her double tankers. Their considerable mass made itself immediately apparent, and the heavy weight tugged on her over-engineered brassiere ominously—she could feel the shoulder straps dig in as well as the wide band across her back, which complained, but try as she might, she could not see the initial landing. 

"What's wrong?" Gary asked her as a gust picked up all the snow that had accumulated on her mighty orbs and blew it into his face. 

She turned her gorgeous face to him—framed by wisps of her hair and the fur-trimmed hood encrusted with snow—her cheeks already turning red from the cold. "I can't see the first tread!  My tits are too big!"  

She laughed, then turned her whole body toward Gary so that she could finally see the first step. 

Seeing that overstuffed chest turn toward him made his cock surge. 

"Okay," she said, turning back to the short flight of stairs. "I'm good."

Now she had a good idea of where the tread was, even if she couldn't see it while laying her foot upon it. 

Gary assisted his hyper-top-heavy lover up the steps and then they were soon in the comfort of the cab, although Gary's pant legs would both be soaked as the accumulated snow melted in the heat of the cabin. He collapsed onto the seat beside Noelle.

"Damn!" he said, as Shiranee automatically retracted the steps and closed the door to drive out into the deep snow. 

Noelle pushed back her hood as Gary unzipped her coat, exposing her swollen bombs in the tight sweater dress, with all their exquisite cleavage. He had no sooner finished unzipping her when she kissed him, deeply, her tongue filling his mouth.

She stared back at him intently as their mouths worked on each other, and Gary brought his hand up to her magnificent chest, to feel her enormous curves and bulges in all their glory. 

She was staggeringly huge. 

Her super tight spheres were actually bigger than basketballs.  If a flat-chested woman put a pair of basketballs beneath her shirt, Noelle's chest actually stuck out another inch-and-a-half and was three inches wider across the pair. To see her this close and to feel those monstrosities beneath his palm was intensely exciting. 

He had had an erection since he had first laid eyes on her this evening, with his cock varying it's hardness throughout the evening, sometimes distending painfully hard as his body tried to pump even more blood into his already rock-stiff organ. This was one of those times. 

The couple remained oblivious to the storm surrounding them. 

After a few minutes—with her lips brushing his own—Noelle whispered: "What do you want?"

She flicked her tongue just inside his lips. 

"You," came the quick response, Gary's breathing coming in heavy pants. 

"I want to see how hard you are," she whispered. "And then I want to make you harder. And harder!"  

She pressed her lips against his and jack-hammered her tongue beneath his own before continuing. 

"When we get to the room, I'm gonna get you harder than you've ever been and I want to keep you that way until you can't take it any more...

"And then I want to make you even harder!"

"Well, you're doing a mighty fine job, already," he pointed out.

"Open your coat, baby," she told him. 

When he had done so, she smiled and reached over to feel his crotch with her closer hand. 

Gary groaned as her hand felt his iron rod through his pants. 

"You're soaked!" she smiled. 

"Ummmm..."he began.  "...Yup!"

She quickly brought the same hand up to grab the back of his head, forcing it downward so that she could mouth-fuck him violently with her tongue. 

Gary's cock struggled as more blood was pumped into his already teak-hard ramrod and he clutched her quivering pair of overpumped kick-balls, his fingers trying to dig into her tight skin in vain. 

They kissed like that until Shiranee brought the vehicle in front of the hotel's lobby.  As the couple readied themselves for the short trip to the front doors of the hotel, Gary could feel that he was even more soaked than before. 


"You need to get naked and get on the couch," Noelle told him when they got in the room.  She remained in her coat and set up a Bluetooth external speaker as Gary disrobed. 

Once naked, he sat in the center of the couch, his legs splayed apart, and his massive cock, larger than ever, pointed at the ceiling. 

Noelle's back was to him as she accessed a playlist from her phone.  She looked as if she had been poured into the fur coat as it ran tightly over her protruding round ass and mega-flared hips up past her narrow waist and then widened at her rib cage. Gary could easily see her big leopard-fur-covered party balloons sticking out from either side from behind her torso. It was an amazing sight. 

"You ready, baby?" she asked, at length, without turning around. 

"Uh-huh," Gary replied. 

Noelle started the music file, and as Gary heard the drums and rhythms begin on a track of "Bad Things" by Nom de Strip, Noelle's ass began to twitch and sway to the music as she slowly turned around. As her big tanks came to face him head-on, she began to twist her torso or shake her massive bombs to the music.   Slowly she pulled the hood down from her voluminous hair, looking at him with a hot expression that made him feel as if she wanted to eat him alive.  

"Oh, baby," she cooed, "you have got to be over eleven inches, easy, now."

She began to rock her bloated twins as she pulled the zipper slowly down during the song's first wind-up. When the deep bass-line began to pound,'she had her gargantuan pair unzipped and she hopped and swayed them to the intoxicating pounding of the song's quick-rhythm base. 

Gary's cock turned to iron and flushed scarlet as Noelle's gigantic monsters fought against the cross-cross lacing, seemingly ready to burst from her dress at any moment. 

It took Noelle everything she had to throw her heavy cement sacks about with seeming abandon. Fortunately, the sections of the song that had the quick deep rhythms were fairly short and she could cease her flailing for a rest in short order. She used the less intense section of the song to unhook a clasp at the back of the dress and slowly pull the dress apart via a special zipper. She peeled herself out of the dress to reveal a white leather bra whose plunge matched the plunge of the neckline of the sweater-dress she had occupied a moment before. White panties, garters and pantyhose completed the picture, although most of the pantyhose was still covered by her boots. 

She stepped up in front of him with her massive tanks hovering over him, her flesh bulging over the rim of her cups.  

She hurt from the strain of throwing around that much weight: the skin where her two bloated bags of saline emerged from her torso felt like it was on fire and her shoulders, back and abs complained bitterly. 

She was breathing hard, causing her swollen bombs to rise up and down tantalizingly above him.  She swayed her torso back and forth as the song wound up for another run at the deep hard-hitting rhythms.

As the pounding bass section came up again, Noelle leaned forward, catching herself with outstretched arms against the back of the couch so that her enormous pontoons dangled right before Gary's face—his bloated cockhead a mere inch or two from her abdomen. 

Rapidly, she shifted her big globes back and forth, pommelling his face with her swollen blimps.  She tried not to put too much force in her movements for fear of injuring him with her densely weighted cannon balls.

Gary found the experience disorienting and highly exciting. He was amazed at how soft her skin was, but how hard her breasts felt: as if they were at maximum pressure and couldn't contain another cc of saline, and we're ready to bust if they took any more. Her onslaught seemed to go on forever, but probably only lasted just over a minute. 

When she stopped, it took him a moment to get his bearings and then he realized she was asking him to help push her back so that she could stand up again. Without thinking, he grabbed her over-filled kegs and pushed her back onto her feet.  

"That works!" she said, laughing.  

Then, she quickly changed back to be the seductress as she told him to help her down to a kneeling position. He held out both hands so that she could use him for a support as she slowly dropped to her knees, letting swollen balloons fill the area between his outstretched thighs, her cleavage pressing up along the bottom half of his enraged organ, a new pearl of precum forming at its top. 

She leaned forward, pivotting, somewhat, over her twin behemoths until her lips were nearly brushing his bloated dome. 

Her tongue slid out and touched the tip of his cockhead, just below his urethra, and teased him there in little, slight strokes of, perhaps, a centimeter in length. 

"Oooooh!" Gary cried out at the highly focused direct tease. 

She continued to flick her tongue in the tiny area between  where the ends of his ridges came close to meeting but were separated by his cleft.  Every few minutes, Noelle mixed it up by letting her tongue-tip drop low to lick the entire length of his cleft, once, before returning to tease the small area again. 

Gary watched Noelle as she put him through delicious torture: his shaft nestled in her cleavage, held in place by the fingertips of Noelle's right hand, which were barely able to reach around her prodigious pair.  He was moaning almost continually, now, except for the gasps he would utter when she would occasionally lick his entire cleft. 

She never took her eyes off of him during the whole ordeal.

After about ten minutes, or so, of this, Noelle would let her tongue tip stray, slightly, to the left or right, to catch the very end (beginning?) of one side of his ridge or the other. 

This had the effect of making Gary's mouth fall open in the shape of an "O" as he shook like a leaf. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh..." he uttered, as she relentlessly teased him and teased him. 

Gary swore his cock was slowly getting bigger from the extreme pressure of her continued onslaught. She looked so insanely erotic with her over-plump lips up near his cockhead as her tongue tip flickered nonstop against his most sensitive areas. It felt wonderful to have half of his shaft sunk into her overblown cleavage as she worked on him ceaselessly.

She was so beautiful and her breasts were so ridiculously huge!

Gary brought his hands down on the outsides of those humongous leather cups to take hold of Noelle's monster mammaries as she continued to send him through intense delirium. 

He wanted her to touch another part of his cockhead so badly. He felt that if she only ran a finger up the topside of his collar and dome that he would bust immediately. 

But he knew she wouldn't let that happen.  She wanted to tease him for a long time, he knew, and he guessed that it would be an hour or more before she let him cum. 

After another half a dozen minutes, or so, Noelle let her tongue venture down to make a single lick of his straining cleft before returning to her hyper-sensitive ridge-ends. She repeated this occasional deep lick of his full cleft every half- minute or so for another five minutes. 

Then, she suddenly let up, lifted her head and watched him through slitted eyes as he gasped to regain his breath. 

"Should I stop?" she cooed. 

"No," he replied. "It's intense, but it's wonderful."

She smiled a hot smile, and then pursed her lips to bring them down onto the tip of his cock. She had a couple of centimeters of his dome covered by those luscious appendages. 

Then, he felt the tip of her tongue begin to trace circles around his urethra: round and round, faster and faster, driving him crazy with an tight, intense sensation again. 
Gary groaned as she relentlessly swirled her luscious organ around the very tip  of his raging organ. 

"Oh... oh.... oh.... oh... " he groaned as she kept the tight little circles running around the very tip of his dome, this time keeping up the action for a full ten minutes.

ENCOUNTER, Part 7

Sorry it took so long to get another post of the story done, and a fairly short bit, at that.  But, I didn't really write at ALL while I was in vacation in Cancun, so it's taken a bit to catch up.

For some reason, I like writing about super-buxom girls in snow storms, not sure why.  I should also explore all sorts of different terrain, including floods, jungle, and scuba-diving, but for now, it's snow storms.  There's just something romantic about a nasty snow storm, to me.  Not sure what that is, though.

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

ENCOUNTER
Part 7

by

Shadowmuse Blown

Gary's phone alarm woke him.

It was 6am on the 23rd and he had half a day of classes.  He also felt like a ton of bricks were holding him on the mattress. 

He laughed. 

He was tired!

Noelle had worked him pretty hard last night, much to his delight. She had teased him and teased him, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from him with only a half hour, or so, of talking between tease sessions. 

How many times had he cum?  Maybe six?

It was crazy. Finally, near midnight, she told him to go to bed, and that she would see him just after nightfall. 

"Dr. Concupy is good enough to lend us a car and driver tomorrow night. You wanna go out for dinner?" she had asked. 

"Sure," he had replied.  "I'll find out about a good restaurant tomorrow afternoon and text you."

As he dragged himself upright, his phone buzzed, indicating a text message. It was from Noelle, of course:

"Good morning, sunshine!
Can't wait to see you tonight!
Just remember that while you're learning stuff in class,'I'll be swelling bigger and Bigger and BIGGER!
I'm gonna be CRAZY big for you, baby!"

He was so awake. 

And very hard. 

He pulled the covers back to reveal his huge weapon. It was nearly ten inches long. 

Fuck, he thought. 

His phone buzzed again:

"Don't forget to take your pills!"

He laughed, opened the vial that he had sitting on his bedside table, and took the six gold gelcaps with the glass of water he kept there, and then took the viagra. Hopping off the bed, he followed his rock-hard pole to the bathroom.

Damn, he thought. He had never been so big and it seemed to get ultra-hard at the slightest sexual thought. 

It was inconvenient, but it felt great. He had missed that sensation for years now, and he knew he would rather deal with the inconvenience than go back to a limp noodle twenty-four/seven. 

He showered, got dressed, packed and went down to the lobby to drop off his bag and get the room cards for the new suite.  The morning crowd waiting for the shuttle to Saga was light. Most classes had finished yesterday. 

"Bad storm coming tonight," Gary overheard the desk clerk tell someone. 

Sure enough, the television by the bar was tuned to The Weather Channel and there were maps with a lot of white moving toward Wisconsin. He managed to hear that the storm wouldn't begin until around six o'clock before he headed out to the frigid air and warm idling bus. 
He knew the class would only run till 11:30, after which he planned on grabbing a bite in the cafeteria and then heading back to the hotel rooms to move his stuff into the new suite she had gotten them for Christmas. 

Class was uneventful, with none of the hot pictures like Noelle had sent him the day before. 

"Sorry," she had written. "No big teases this morning. Doc has already hooked me up to the Pumper for the Big Fill. I'll be be getting pumped and pumped and pumped all morning and afternoon. Mei wants to take it slow to make sure everything runs smoothly." 

"Do you know how big you'll get today?" he had asked. 

"No idea," she had written back. 

Then: "Big."

He could not stop thinking about her. 

He was rock solid through most of class until break time, when he went to a bathroom stall to jerk off for relief. 

Damn... he thought, standing before the toilet with his pants and briefs around his ankles and his enormous spike sticking out over ten inches long. It just keeps getting bigger and seemingly harder!

He also noticed that his testicles had swollen considerably, as well, perhaps twice the size of what they were before he began taking the pills. 

He was going to bring up pictures of Noelle on his phone, but realized that he was so excited that he could stroke himself while just thinking about her. 

He shuddered as his hand ran over his ultra-hard bulb. In just a few strokes he was going over the edge and in the next moment he came, stifling a gasp as his cannon fired long, thick blast after long, thick blast into the porcelain bowl. He ejaculated so forcefully, that his seamen sounded the same as urine as it hit the water in the bowl in seven long, hard blasts. 

Holy shit! Gary thought, shocked at the extreme virility of his orgasm. It took an extreme effort not to groan from the overwhelming force and erogenous sensations of his explosion. It just keeps getting more and more intense!

When he had finished, he felt satiated, for the time being, and was able to go back to class, his phallus having calmed down.

He was amazed that he was able to keep his focus on class work until the next break, but with a Pavlovian response, as soon as the instructor announced the last break at 10:30, his cock flared fast, thoughts of Noelle flooding his mind.

He had no choice but to go whack-off to calm it down. 

"How's it going?" he texted her after he came just as forcefully as he had during the first break that day. 

"Great!" came Noelle's quick reply. "Sorry I didn't send you any pix!"

"It's okay," he answered. "I seem to cum pretty hard, after just a few strokes, just thinking about you."

"Really?" she asked.   "That's hot!  Can you take video at lunch?"

He laughed out loud as he read her response. 

"You want video of me cumming?" he wrote back. 

"Yes!" came the reply. 

At 11:30, the instructor wished them all happy holidays and reminded them that lunch would still be served today, but that the building was closing down at 1pm. 

As usual, Gary's cock swelled to full length as soon as the instructor spoke of going on break. But, instead of immediately going to a bathroom and masturbating, Gary decided to go have lunch and see just how long the erection would last.  He decided that he didn't care if someone saw him with his pants severely tented. He would probably never see anyone here again, and besides, it was really invigorating to simply get so hard. 

His massive boner lasted all through lunch, mostly, he assumed, because he kept thinking about Noelle slowly expanding throughout the day. 

How big would she get?

Another thousand CCs?

Two thousand?

He took another seven pills after lunch. 

His cock ached as he got onboard the shuttle bus for the hotel. The occasional snowflake came down from the overcast sky and a stiff breeze would become a droning wind by mid-afternoon. 

He picked up his luggage at the front desk and took the elevator up to the ninth floor—the top floor of the hotel—to find the door for the suite .

Inside, Noelle’s baggage had already been delivered, and waited, lined up in the the entryway that was identical to the his or Noell’es old rooms.  The bathroom, too, was similar to how their rooms were set up except that the it was a little deeper and held two sinks in the vanity. Beyond the entryway was the main room with a black leather couch and chairs and a low coffee table with a large desk, beyond. To the right was a pair of curtained glass French doors that lead to the bedroom.

He set up the laptop and camera to talk to Noelle and got naked from the waist down.

He was rock hard as her face appeared on the screen. 

"Hey baby," she smiled, and he could see that she quickly looked elsewhere while the small camera focused in in his cock. "Ooooo... Lookin' so big!  You must be over ten inches!"

"At least," he replied. 

"Maybe pushing ten and a half," she suggested. 

"Any idea how big I'll get before this all stops?" he asked, a little trepidatiously. 

"I think you're almost done," she said. "Did you remember to take your pills?"

"Just a moment ago," he replied. 

"Good boy!" she said, looking back into the camera. "I've been getting filled all morning, baby," she said. 

His cock swelled slightly at her words, bringing a grin on her face. 

"Mei will continue to slowly pump me throughout afternoon."

Again, his cock jumped and flushed a shade of red. 

She laughed. 

"You like that idea, bay-bee?" she teased. "You like it that my big bloaters are gunna get bigger and bigger!"

"You're not going to tell me how big you are now, are you?" he asked. 

"Nuh-uh," she replied with a cheeky grin.  "Just that I'm a lot bigger, already baby, and gonna keep swelling for you."

"When do I get to see you?" he wanted to know. 

"Tonight," she replied. "Mei's going to lend me her car and driver tonight.  I'll stop by the hotel around 6."

"Okay," he said, "but there's a bad snow storm coming this evening."

"Mei's got a great four wheel drive vehicle," Noelle replied. "It can go through just about anything."

They spent the next couple of hours talking with Noelle making Gary spurt from time to time. Occasionally, she would look down at her swelling breasts and comment that she couldn't believe just how huge her chest was and that would usually lead to her teasing Gary until he came. It was about half past three while they were talking about old Abbott and Costello routines that Noelle made a face. 

"Uhhh..." she moaned. 

"What is it?" he asked, concerned. 

"I think my tits are full for now," Noelle said with a grimace. "Mei?" she called, looking to the right of the camera. "Mei, can you turn off the pump?  I think I'm full."

When there was no response, she called louder: "Mei!  I think my tits are full!"

"She's not around?"'Gary asked, stupidly. "Do you know how to turn off the pump? Can you reach it?"

He watched Noelle look around, biting her lower lip in discomfort. 

"Well," she replied. "Mei doesn't usually want me moving around while I'm getting filled, but I think maybe I should in order to turn off the machine."

"I think you're going to have to," Gary pointed out.  "It's easy enough to turn off?"

"Yeah,"'Noelle said, and turned the camera lens away so that he would not see her humongous gourds as she stood up. Gary heard her groan as she raised her huge bosoms off the counter which she had had them resting upon. 

"You okay?" he called. 

"Fuck," Noelle said.  "These puppies are heavy!  Uhhh..."   There was a pause before she continued.

"Okay," Noelle called back to the computer, "I'm making my way over to the pump apparatus. Taking it slow. My tits ache so bad!  They're just getting worse with every step. It's a good thing this pump is filling at a very slow rate... Fuck... They're really heavy!"

There was a pause while Gary heard or saw nothing. 

"Dammit!" he finally heard her curse. "I'm at the fucking machine, but it's not turning off!  Uhh!  They're so full! They hurt so much!  Oh shit, they're so pumped that they're like rocks!  How do you shut this fucker off?  Holy shit!  I feel like my chest is gonna blow!"

Gary was extremely concerned, but his cock was also painfully hard at her words. The idea that the machine just kept pumping her breasts was so hot, even if it was horrific.

Suddenly, he heard an electronic high-pitch beep. 

"Oh, thank God!"'Noelle cried out. "It's off!  Holy shit!  I'm fucking huge!"

Gary's cock throbbed at her words. He desperately wanted to see her chest. How big was she?  What did she look like overpumped like that?

"Oh Mei!" he heard Noelle say. "There you are!  I was done getting filled and I couldn't turn this fucking machine off!  It just kept pumping me and pumping me!"

"It's okay," he heard the doctor's British-sounding accent. "I overrode the power switch when I put it on automatic.  Come sit on this stool so I can look at you."

"Can I sit at the counter where I've got the laptop set up?" Noelle asked her doctor. 

"Oh!" came Dr. Concupy's reaction.  "You've been talking to your boyfriend?  By all means. When are you going to show him?"

"Tonight," Noelle replied. "I wish you hadn't left the machine on automatic like that. It really hurts to be so overpumped. Do you think it's okay?"

Dr. Concupy laughed as she helped Noelle sit back at the counter. Gary watched as his hyper-buxom girlfriend's face came back into view. 

"I purposely set it to fill you to maximum safe capacity," she told Noelle. 

"Everything should be fine. The power switch was overridden so that you wouldn't shut the pump off.  I knew it would be uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable!" Noelle shot back.  "It fucking hurts!  Look at them!  They're red!"

Gary's cock surged and bubbled precum. The idea that Noelle's bloated tits were pumped so much that her skin was red, was highly exciting. 

"Your boyfriend loves the idea," Concupy said. 

Gary watched as Noelle suddenly moved her focus to her computer screen where she could see Gary's angry cock throbbing and leaking precum. 

"Oh baby..." she cooed. "You like the idea that mama's big bosoms are ready to pop?"

"I wish I could see them," Gary said, his cock throbbing so much that it ached. The flow of precum began to increase to a thin stream. 

"Look at you..." Noelle whispered as she watched his cock's heightened state of arousal.  "So excited..."

She looked at Mei. 

"What do you think, doc?  You said that they were at maximum safe level. Can you pump 'em anymore?"

Mei laughed. 

"A moment ago you were pissed at me continuing to pump them after they got too tight, and now you want to pump them more?" Concupy said. 

"When it comes to driving a guy crazy, yeah," Noelle said. 

"I would love to continue pumping, actually," Concupy replied. "You should be able to take on a good deal more volume, and I would like to observe what happens as the treated skin tries to cope with the greater load. You should be in no real danger. When I said 'maximum safe capacity, I was actually referring to pain levels. As I said, your skin should be able to take on many more hundreds or even thousands of ccs, but it could get quite painful. Do you still want to proceed?"

"Absolutely," Noelle replied, without batting an eye. 

"May I video the procedure?" Concupy asked. 

"Absolutely!" Noelle replied. 

"I have to caution you," Concupy said, "that it may get very painful."

Noelle nodded. 

"Let's see what I can take," she said with a wink, and adjusted Gary's camera view so that he could see the tops of her huge red balloons. 

"What're you doing?" Gary asked, trepidatious about her becoming a guinea pig. 

"The doctor said filling them more is going to hurt."

"I can take it," she proclaimed. "I'm a big girl. Besides, looking at how jacked your cock is, I can't wait to see what happens to it as I get overpumped, looking more and more like I'm gonna pop with every passing moment. That gets you really excited, doesn't it? Thinking about me getting pumped so big that I look like I'm gonna explode..."

"That doesn't mean I really want to watch you get hurt," he explained. 

"Ungh!" Noelle groaned as Concupy suddenly activated the pump to blow her teeming mambos even larger. 

Gary's throbbing member ached in spite of himself. Although it was difficult to gauge just how much bigger she already was, he could tell that the tops of her spheres had a wider curve and were further apart than the last time he had seen them. They also appeared to have been mildly sunburned, which, he assumed, was due to their having been over-pumped. 

"Noelle," he said, "stop this. You're already crazy huge, you don't need to push the envelope."

"I'll make a deal with you," she replied, a grimace of pain suddenly overcoming her features once or twice.  "When you cum spontaneously, I'll tell the doctor to stop. But no touching!"

"I may be extremely excited," he told her, "but I've never cum spontaneously in my life."

She laughed, and then suddenly stopped as the low drone of the saline pump grew higher in intensity. Noelle's eye popped open wide. 

"Uhh..." she groaned. "Mei... What're you doing?"

"I've turned up the flow rate ten times higher," Mei reported as if she were discussing the weather. "I need to get data on how your skin deals with a higher influx of saline."

Oh shit... Gary thought, his spike swelling ultra-hard, now, as he watched the tops of Noelle's giant balloons slowly rise and flush a deeper shade of red. His cock oozed precum in a wider stream now. 

Noelle groaned as her eyes bulged. 

"Fuck..." she moaned. "They feel like their on fire..."

Gary watched as tiger stripes grew across Noelle's swelling bosoms. 

"Ah..." Concupy noted. "The skin is beginning to lose it's elasticity."

Noelle groaned louder and louder as her bombs grew and the stretch marks turned bright red. 

Gary was shaking. It was painful to watch, but so hot to know how much force was barely being contained. 

Noelle bit her lip to keep from screaming, but forced herself not to beg Mei to turn off the machine. 

Gary's cock actually geysered a stream of precum an inch into the air before arcing back down. His breaths came in short, hard gasps as his whole body shook. It was so fucking hot! He couldn't believe it, and he knew he was right on the precipice of cumming. 

Noelle watched in fascination on the monitor. 

"Baby!" The pain was so intense that it forced her to talk in near screams. "I think... I think my tits... are gonna blow!"

It was exactly what was needed to push Gary over the edge. 

With a cry of surprise, Gary grabbed the base of his mighty ramrod and watched it erupt nearly straight up in a six foot high arc. The orgasm was so intense that it ripped out a guttural cry seemingly from deep within his soul. 

Noelle watched her monitor in glee as two more intense ropes were blasted from his hose. 

Mei Concupy turned off the pump as Noelle sat transfixed as she watched her new lover ejaculate again and again.

Once Gary's orgasm waned, over a minute and half later, Concupy asked Noelle how she felt. 

Noelle looked up her doctor, surprised, as she realized that the pain was no longer so intense. 

"My tits feel like they have the world's most intense case of sunburn," she said. 
"But, they no longer feel like they're about to explode. Holy shit, did they hurt!"

"They should feel fine within a quarter hour and have no sign of redness or stretch marks within thirty minutes or so," Concupy explained. 

"How is that possible?" Noelle wanted to know.  “At the time you turned off the machine, the pain was searing.  A couple of minutes later, and it was very bareable.”

"Your breast and skin cells are rapidly reproducing to repair the damage," Concupy replied. "Tomorrow we can finish pumping them as large as you want. But now, I'm afraid you're going to need to sleep for an hour. You're body will rapidly tire as your breast and skin cells go in hyperdrive. So, wrap up your conversation.  You'll see him in a few hours."

After the lovers made their good-byes and signed off, Gary looked at his big cock and the mess he had made.  He couldn't believe how big he was!  Surely, Noelle was right and he was nearly ten and a half inches long!  He was huge!  His member was still erect, although not the iron bludgeon it had been when fully excited a few minutes ago. The rug around the desk was a sticky mess from his ejaculate. Rather than risk stepping in cold congealed cum later, he decided to grab a couple of towels and clean up what he could. He could not believe the sheer volume his pecker had produced. The intensity of the orgasm had been monumental, as well. The whole notion that her breasts had been near the point of popping had been a powerfully erotic one and had certainly fueled his orgasms to the max. 

After cleaning up, with his cock soft—although it wasn't as small as he was used to for his whole life—he began to feel very tired. He had been up late, got up early and had had such exhausting orgasms that he wasn’t surprised how sleepy he felt. Half naked, he stretched out on the bed and fell fast asleep. 

When he awoke, it was after five and was black outside. 

He checked his phone. There was a text from Noelle from about a quarter hour earlier saying that she should arrive about six o'clock, and for him to watch for the car as it pulled up to the lobby. He texted her back saying that that would be fine and got up to get ready. As he stood up, he could see out the window that it was snowing fairly hard. Gusts of wind occasionally made it seem as though the snow were falling sideways. 

I hope a restaurant will be open, he thought. 

He hurriedly dressed in a suit and a long wool overcoat that had a nice warm lining. He had brought along a pair of leather boots that looked much like shoes when his pants cuffs were down and wore those now. He then rode an elevator down to the lobby. 

As Gary stepped into the lobby he was struck by how empty it was. Only a couple of guests were in the restaurant.  Outside, over half a foot of snow had already fallen. A lot of it was piling up under the awning in front of the door due to the high winds which blew the freezing white powder everywhere 

"Headed out in this storm?" the clerk at the front desk asked him. "It's going to accumulate fast. Maybe several inches an hour."

Gary nodded. 

"Do you think any restaurants will be foolish enough to stay open?" he asked. 

"Depends on how close their staff lives to the place, I would guess," the clerk answered. "You going any place specific?"

"I was going to ask for some recommendations," Gary replied. 

"You want me to call to see if they're open?" the clerk asked.

"That would be great," Gary said. 

"I'm thinking Johnny's Steakhouse might be the best to begin with. They're super close. You could walk there."

"Thanks," Gary replied. 

Within a few moments, the surprised clerk informed Gary that Johnny's was, indeed, still open, and Gary asked him to tell them to expect two customers shortly. 

He had no sooner said these words when the craziest vehicle he had ever seen pulled up in front of the lobby. It looked like a black brand new stretch Cadillac Escalade, but instead of tires it had four triangular tracks for traction in the snow. The body sat a foot higher than normally in order to accommodate the unusual assembly.  The rear doors were at the back of the stretched portion of the cabin. He was quite positive this was Noelle's transportation. He went outside as the vehicle stopped and was wondering how anyone got up into the cab, when a black chrome series of steps descended from beneath the rear door to land near his feet. The door powered open. 

"Well," came Noelle's deep voice, "are you going to come in or just freeze in the snow?"

Kicking the snow from his boots, he placed his right foot on the rubberized step and grabbed a pull handle on the inside of the open door and ascended the steps. Ducking his head slightly, he entered the opulent vehicle. 

The interior had black leather couch seating along the periphery of the cabin, which was divided from the driver by an opaque black panel. 

Noelle sat on the back seat, resplendent in a full length fake leopard fur coat, the torso of which bulged outward ominously.  Her voluminous blonde hair framed her face within a fur-covered oversized hood. 

The steps retracted and the door powered closed. 

"Are you warm?" she asked behind the massive double bubble that was her chest. "I'm warm." 

She reached up to her neck and slowly pulled a zipper down over those monumental hills allowing her monstrous dirigibles to issue forth and bulge outward.  Her chest had become so large and swollen that Noelle could barely reach the entire way down the front of her massive bulwarks.  She stopped the zipper at her abdomen, letting the fur coat frame her newly emerged blimps of lust. 

She wore a white, ribbed sweater-dress with a neckline that was wide at the shoulders and then tapered down in a V to mid-way down her gargantuan bombs.  White lacing, in the form of two X's criss-crossed the open V above her cavernously deep cleavage. Each massive breast was tightly spherical with a diameter of just over eleven inches, each. 

 "Holy shit," Gary said, as he approached her, his head bent down to clear the roof, and his cock hard as iron in his pants. 

"This is what twelve thousand ccs looks like," she cooed, as Gary sat down beside her at her left. 

Sitting next her, it seemed as though her double canons projected outward into the next postal code. 

They leaned into each other and Gary watched as his hyper-sexy lover's gorgeous face moved out from its fur-lined niche and her super-pumped lips approached. His lips ached to touch those seemingly ready to burst appendages, and when they finally did make contact, he swooned in their plush softness. He brought his right hand up to her wide, protruding cheek to feel it's softness as her slick tongue entered his mouth. 

"Uhh..." Gary moaned, as she licked the insides of his oral cavity.  His right hand slipped down to the front of her impossible chest, feeling the crazy girth and protrusion of her hyper-swollen saline kegs. His cock surged as his hand felt her huge roundness beneath his outstretched hand. He had thought her gigantic at 5K, but this was insane! His arm had to reach way out in front of her to feel the fronts of her massive globes. Had he not known better, he might have imagined that she had placed a pair of kick balls under her dress—that's how round and tight they were.  Of course, he could easily see her cleavage bulge in the plunging neckline and could feel her swollen skin beneath his fingers under the taught lacing that ran across the opening. Her breasts did rise, somewhat, in the V of the plunge, and the cross-crossing laces dug a couple of millimeters into her swollen flesh. As his hands explored her voluminous globes, he realized she wore a bra beneath the dress which was apparently a little too tight. The edges of the brassiere echoed the plunge of the V. Since the cups were apparently a tad too small, it created the slight bulge in the neck opening and the ultra-hot look of the laces digging into her protruding flesh. 

When they had finished the kiss, they looked into each other's eyes for a few moments. 

"I can't believe how big you are!" Gary whispered, at length, which elicited a huge grin from Noelle. 

Quickly, her grin became a laugh. 

"Ordinarily, I'd've had your coat and pants open by now," she said.  "But, I'm kinda pinned!"

It was true. Her right arm was stuck between them, under her right breast, which was so large that it now actually blocked forward movement of her right forearm. On top of that, her left arm had no hope of reaching all the way around her vast pontoons. 

When Gary realized what she meant, he merely whispered, "Fuuuuck..."

His heart pounded in his chest. 

She was so fucking huge! 

"Did you find a place to eat?" she asked. 

"I'm told the steakhouse across the way is open," he said. 

"Yeah," she replied. "Fortunately for us, places are more likely to stay open here in heavy snow than back home."

She reached up with her left hand to press a button on an overhead console and hit the outside curve of her gigantic mammary gland as she did, causing her left breast to push its sister against Gary's chest.  

Gary felt his reaction go straight to his already aching cock as the heavy mass of saline and flesh bumped him with a solid thud. 

"Shiranee?" Noelle asked the driver as she pressed the intercom.  "Can you take us to Johnny's Steakhouse?"

"It would be my pleasure, ma'am," came a woman's voice with an Indian accent. 

"It's probably better that I couldn't reach your cock," Noelle said as the Sno-Cat-like vehicle pulled out of the shelter of the front entrance overhang and into the storm. "You'd probably cum in seconds. I'd rather tease you and tease you and tease you tonight until you beg to let me make you cum."

Gary felt like he could've came right there from her words, but merely said, "Oh, really?  Fine by me."

The couple ignored the heavy snow falling so thickly around the vehicle that the driver could barely make out the road ahead. Instead, they kissed again: passionately and continuously until the Cadillac hybrid had driven the short distance to the restaurant. 

Johnny's sat in the same complex of buildings—hotels, shops, and restaurants—as their hotel, with only an access road dividing the buildings, and yet it took nearly ten minutes for the driver to negotiate the now near white-out conditions to find the front door. 

Gary helped her zip her fur back up as the door opened remotely, the black chrome steps descending into the shin-deep snow.