Chapter 1 - The Visit

I hummed along to the track playing as I waited. My foot tapped to its beat, working to keep in time with the fast paced rock song, while my hands mimed playing the snare and hi-hat, using my knees as surrogates. I’ve always been interested in rock ’n’ roll, even owned a drum kit when I was younger. It was a shame that I had to leave it with my parents after I moved out, though understandable given the small apartment I lived in. That isn’t to say I’ve given up the hobby.

I visit my parents at least once a week. They insisted on it and I liked to make sure my kit wasn’t being swallowed by filth and rust, so it was a win-win. It didn’t hurt that my mum was a fantastic cook, though I wasn’t a chef so I couldn’t say for a certain, but nothing beat my mother’s cooking. A testament to how much I adored the meals she made was my ‘adorable pudgy tummy’ as my mum liked to call it. She still babied me when I visited, though I don’t really mind.

Although I enjoyed a generous helping of her food, I was in near perfect health. I didn’t exercise as regularly as I should do, but my metabolism was high enough that I only had to exercise a little bit a week to maintain my figure. My years of playing drums have given my arms and legs a nice tone, though it was hard to see any muscles when I was relaxed due to the soft layer of fat I had. It wasn’t a detriment to my appearance in my opinion.

“Gale Chambers?” Someone called my name. Fortunately, their voice made it through my earphones and I looked up. A nurse was gesturing for me to come up, “Doctor Blare will see you now.” She told me as I paused the track on my iPod. I looked at her with a frown of confusion.

“Doctor Blare? Isn’t this Rick’s clinic?” I asked. Rick Steele was a good family friend and had been my doctor since I was a young girl; I trusted him, and so did my parents.

“He called in sick today, I’m afraid. Don’t worry,” She added upon seeing the worried look on my face, “Doctor Blare is good friends with Doctor Steele.” I relaxed somewhat, but it was hard to when I thought about some random stranger, probably a man, looking at my body. I was there for a routine check-up, make sure everything is working as it should, and that meant having my weight and measurements taken. All the same, I followed the nurse down a short hallway until we came to the examination room.

The clinic was small. Made for people with small ailments or couldn’t afford a hospital, and had an intimate client base. I would see Rick greeting patients as if they were old friends, and vice versa. It was a warm place, despite the common association of medical facilities being cold and sterile. I hadn’t met a single person who didn’t feel relaxed here.

The nurse gave me a small grin and opened the door.

“Gale Chambers for you Doctor.” She said. A faint ‘send her in’ came in reply. To my fortunate surprise, it was a woman’s voice. The nurse turned to me, nodded for me to go inside. I took a deep, steadying breath and walked in. At a small desk, sat the doctor. She was stunning; long, silky blonde hair, luscious legs encased in fishnet stockings and a mini-skirt, and a large bust concealed – barely –  by a low-cut shirt. For a moment, I thought I’d wandered onto the set of a porno given the amount of cleavage shown.

She was writing away in a notebook. When she finished, she looked up at me with a wide smile. Her face was just like her body; gorgeous and alluring. Far from befitting a medical professional.

“Shocking, I know.” She said. I realised I’d been staring at her – for how long? Minutes? Hours? – and promptly averted my eyes. She gave a small chuckle at that and extended a hand to me, “I’m Doctor Blare, pleasure to meet you Miss Chambers.” She introduced herself. Her voice was warm and held the same quality as Rick’s; soothing. I could imagine a screaming child with a scraped knee calming down instantly after listening to her voice.

“Uh, call me Gale… that is if you’d like to of course.” I said eloquently enough, somehow managing not to tumble over my own words. She gestured for me to sit down and I took the offer quickly. It was impossible to not feel self-conscious in the face of this bombshell. She seemed to realise this and, when I wasn’t looking, covered her chest a little more.

“Right, so you’re here for a check-up, correct?” She asked, smiling warmly even as she read through what was no doubt my file. I shook my head free of any thoughts of inadequacy, or tried to. I could feel them at the back of my mind, nagging at me.

“Yeah, that’s right.” I replied. I must have given her an incredulous look at some point, since she felt the need to address the fact that she certainly didn’t look like a doctor.

“Trust me, Gale, I’m a fully qualified medical professional.” She told me, nodding to a framed certificate she had brought with her.

“I know. It’s just…” I trailed off, glancing her up and down and mouthed the word ‘wow’. She laughed at that, the action causing her chest to shake enticingly. I was bi-sexual, though I had a heavy leaning towards women. I preferred softer looking people and, while most of her body looked trim and fit, her breasts seemed like the perfect pillows. A part of me wanted to ask her out, but I doubted she wasn’t in a relationship. And she probably wasn’t a lesbian given her lack of interest shown in me.

“Thanks. Now then, shall we get on with this? I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” She said, to which I nodded, “Alright, please remove your shirt and bra.” She told me. For about twenty minutes, I did as was told and let her weigh me, measure me, poke and/or prod me. I was sure I had a perpetual blush on my face as she did so, but if she noticed it, she didn’t say anything.

“Okay, 5’4’’, 132lbs, and 36C-26-34. No deviations there.” She noted, continuing to look me over, until finally she stopped. A concerned look fell over her face. Naturally, it worried me as well.

“Something wrong?” I asked, despite the answer being obvious.

“Nothing serious, but a little disconcerting. Would you mind if I gave you a shot?” She inquired, looking me in the eye to gauge my reaction. I had never been afraid of needles, even as a young child, and that hadn’t changed now. Doctor Blare seemed trustworthy, she hadn’t said or done anything to earn my distrust and she seemed genuinely concerned for my health. As such, I nodded my consent. She spent a minute searching for the correct syringe, already prepped and filled with the correct fluid. I offered her my arm. She shook her head.

“I need to inject it into your breasts.” She told me. I frowned, not knowing of any injection that required such a specific area, but placed my trust in her. If anything happened, I could sure her quite easily.

“Oh, okay.” I said and lowered my arm. I arched my back slightly, puffing out my chest. I was modestly pleased of my bust, my mounds supple yet firm and sitting proud on my torso, capped with cute, pink nipples and the surrounding areolae the size of a silver dollar. She smiled comfortingly, and carefully pushed the needle into my right breast, depressing half of the fluid into it. The sensation was odd, causing me to gasp at the weird feeling of liquid going into my boob. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant though. Just strange.

She repeated the same for my left breast and took a couple of notes.

“Okay, we’re all done. Come back if you experience any discomforts, particularly in the chest area. But other than that, you’re in tip top shape.” She told me with a warm smile. I returned the expression and let out a small gasp as she put a plaster over the injection sights on my breasts. Strange, I thought, they weren’t normally so sensitive. Although, one didn’t normally receive injections in their tits either, I reasoned.

“Thanks, Doctor. I, uh, guess I’ll see you later.” I said, after putting on my clothing. Oddly enough, my bra felt very faintly tighter than I remembered. It was probably the liquid Doctor Blare injected into me, I told myself.

“Maybe. Hopefully, Rick gets better soon. But if not, then I’ll be here if you need me.” She told me, still wearing that warm grin. I smiled back and walked back to the reception area, wherein I made my next appointment. I usually got checked out once every 4-6 months. Though, after the small scare, I decided to schedule my next for 3 months down the line. Just a precaution.

With that taken care of, I headed back to my apartment. It was all I could really afford, being a customer assistant at the local music shop, though I liked it. I had bought it 3 years ago, when I was 18, and for a steal at that. Granted, it had been a fixer-upper, but overall I saved money on it and even enjoyed the time my dad and I spent working on it. He was a part-time handyman and worked at a hardware store. I felt a certain attachment to the place now.

Walking in, the kitchen was directly to the left of the door. A granite counter bordered it off from the rest of the place. Approximately ten feet from the door, sat my couch. In front of that was a small coffee table and before that stood the near daunting monument that was my TV. It was a 42’’ monster. My parents had insisted on buying it for me as a sort of housewarming gift, no matter how much I protested.

“Just take it, Honey. We don’t mind honestly.” My mum had said when I complained, waving off any objection I could make. They really did do far too much for me. Even now, my mum would send me back home after I visited them with plenty of leftovers. We’re talking enough to feed me for a good two or three days.

By the kitchen was a short hallway. At the end of it was my cosy bedroom, and across the hall from that my bathroom. Cosy was the best way to describe my home. My mum and I had painted the walls a comforting, turquoise colour. On the wall behind the couch, hung a family portrait, done when I was very little. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes whenever I looked at it, seeing myself as a toddler in my mother’s arms. It was another gift from my parents, though they had an updated one in their home.

I was happy where I was in life. I was good looking, in a cute and kind of curvy fashion, slightly above average in the IQ department, and I enjoyed my job, a rarity. My parents loved me and I was able to live a comfortable life. There was one thing I would change though. That being my relationship status. I hadn’t been with anyone for quite some time, going on four months now, and I hadn’t really found anyone I was particularly interested in. Well, Doctor Blare was right up my alley. Too bad she was in another league entirely.

I had nothing to do for the day. Although, even if I did feel like going out and about, there was little to do. The town I called my home, Littleton, was small to put it mildly. A single mall stood at the outskirts, built near to a highway as a stop along the way, but even then it was fairly out of date. I contemplated going to see a movie, but remembered that I had splurged a little on clothing that month. Money was pretty tight until my next paycheque came.

As I stepped into my apartment, I made myself some coffee and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and let my mind wander as I flipped through the channels, looking – in vain – for something to watch. Eventually, I gave up and let an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer play while I booted up my laptop. The rest of my day passed like that. I surfed the internet for something to do, but found nothing. I flipped through more channels and still nothing. My parents had guests round that day so I didn’t particularly want to visit them. Fortunately, the day came to an end and I went to bed.

When I woke, I went through the usual morning routine. Shower, clothing, breakfast, teeth and eventually heading out for work. I rarely deviated from that regime. Something I did note that morning was my bra, a silky white one that I favoured above most of the others, felt tight around my chest. I pushed the thought aside and headed off to my place of employment.

It was the local music store. Within its walls, we sold instruments, CDs, instructional videos, whatever any music lover needed really. My co-workers were all friendly, and my managers were understanding. Not a thing wrong really. I even got to play on the drum kits during my breaks.

There was one issue that had cropped up recently. The owner of the store, a locally successful businessman, had decided to punish his daughter by making her work at the store for a while. As one might expect, she was insufferable. She complained about any form of manual labour, rarely listened to instructions, and took several times as many breaks as the rest of us. She also had no qualms about lording her father’s position when any of us attempted to knock her down a peg. Then there was the other issue with her; she was a bitch through and through.

She was the typical bully that one saw in any poorly written movie. And I mean every little part of her character seemed straight from a teenage rom-com, as if she had read a book called ‘How to be a Total Bitch Just Like in the Movies’. There were only a few redeeming qualities to her, and all them physical. She was every man’s fantasy; long legs, flared hips, a curvaceous ass, trim waist, large breasts and a smile that made men pop of a stiffy in an instant.  Not that it made up for her horrible personality.

I, and many of my friends, avoided her whenever we could. Fortunately ,the manager had given her the simplest and out of the way job he could, even if he had to make it up to placate her; she was now in charge of greeting customers. It was the only thing she was good at, with her stunning figure and beaming smile. It also put her near the store entrance, allowing her to leave easily. Something we were all too happy for her to do.

Even with her there, I still enjoyed my job. Not only that, but one of my co-workers was a pretty cute young lady, and I’m pretty certain that I’ve caught her staring at me on more than one occasion. With any luck, there was the beginnings of a spark there. I made her laugh, she made me laugh and we generally got along pretty well. I hadn’t asked her out yet, since I couldn’t say whether she was bi or a lesbian. It should be obvious that I’m hoping she is interested in me.

That day went by quickly enough. Even Jennifer, the owner’s daughter, didn’t bother me. Though, I could feel my bra digging into my bust throughout the day. Must’ve shrunk, I thought. A shame too, since I liked this bra. When I got home, I sighed in relief as I unclasped the undergarment and relaxed on my couch. I looked down at my breasts, frowning as I studied them. Were they bigger? No, couldn’t be. I was almost certain that I had stopped growing about 3 or 4 years ago.

No sense in worrying about it for the time being, I decided. If the tightness persisted, or – god forbid – worsens, I’d get in contact with Doctor Blare. My thoughts naturally turned to her, recalling that buxom, yet sleek, figure, and that face which I knew could light up a room. Under the assumption that said room was occupied by heterosexual men of course. I felt a heat suffusing my body as I pictured her in a state of undress: my dildo collection was going to see some action tonight.

On that subject, I was actually kind of proud of that collection. I’d spent much of my later teens amassing it, hiding them from my parents in the most cliché, yet effective, way possible; a shoebox in my closet. Thankfully, I was on my own now and didn’t have to fear the prying eyes and hands of my parents. Fortunate, since my borderline obsession had only expanded since moving out. It now filled several boxes, all labelled in sizes. E.g. Size 1 is nice and easy going, whereas 12 is the somewhat more… extreme part of my assortment.

People would be curious as to what I considered extreme. Assuming I got close enough to someone for them to find out about my collection. Sad to say, my relationships seemed to refuse to last long enough for me to share my toys. That might change though, if I was lucky with Fae, my cute co-worker. In the meantime, I was alone to enjoy all that I had gathered.

On a whim, I had laid out each of my boxes on the floor in front of my couch. From left to right, Sizes 1 to 12. I tended to do this when I was unsure what mood I was in. Some days I would be interested in a slower build-up to the inevitable climax, so I would use the smaller sets, usually sizes 1 to 3. Other times, I’d go for a more mid-level session; sizes 4 to 7. And then, when I was a touch worked up, sizes 8 to 10. 11 and 12 were reserved for special occasions.

Such as when I had fantasies of a particular woman swirling like a maelstrom in my mind. Deciding that tonight would require special attention, I put away the other boxes until only 11 and 12 were left. Now the final question: How much of stretch was I looking for? My thoughts turned to Doctor Blare, of her flawless pornographic appearance, imagining her in all manner of suitable positions; legs spread, a man at her head, another under her shapely ass, and a woman eating her out. Definitely needed a stretch. Size 11 was put away and left 12 all alone with me.

“Hey there,” I said, “Long time no use.” I never feel awkward talking aloud despite being on my own. Everyone did it after all. Granted, I doubt they talk to their box of adult toys. It was the middle of October, as such the sun was setting not long after I got home. I ate dinner fairly late most of the time, setting aside the time between coming home and my supper to ‘relieve’ myself of any stress from the day. As I looked upon the sole box before me, I took a deep breath.

It was common for me to feel trepidation before this. Summoning up my courage, I opened the box and gazed down upon the prized pieces of my collection. I pulled out the centre piece, a massive black rubber cock. I’ve heard people use the word ‘massive’ to describe their dildos, or boyfriend’s penises, and often times it equates to an 8’’ phallus. I don’t take the word so lightly. I stared down at the pitch black dong, taking in its 13’’ length and 10’’ girth.

I set it down on the floor beside the box and reached in to pull out its roommates. The next one was a set of anal beads, each ball progressively becoming larger the further down the string you went. Around the halfway mark, they reached tennis ball size. After that, a set of bullet vibrators. They may not seem like much, but these are customised, made with almost triple the power of their normal counterparts. Then there was the final piece.

The black dildo is just a starter. I removed a panel that hid the true beast of the size 12 box. Describing it as a beast was more than adept, as it was shaped after an equine phallus, though it may have been slightly oversized. I pulled it out, letting it flop free from its curled up position I was forced to bend it into, gazing in awe at its 2’ length and 14’’ girth. I’m almost certain I’m the only woman in America who owned such a monstrous toy.

Stuffed in beside it was a bottle of lubricant. I was rather prolific in my secretions during orgasm, however there was only so much the body could assist with taking such a cock as ‘The Beast’, as I occasionally referred to it. I had all of them laid out before me, daunting in their own way. For a second, I thought about putting them away. Even for someone like me, who enjoyed being stretched quite a bit, this was somewhat of a stretch, no pun intended. As it was, I had only used the contents of this box a few times before.

I had fond memories of those uses. Initially at least. The morning after was the closest I felt I could come to feeling like I’d been hit by a truck, though the sensation was centred in my pussy and ass. I had taken notes after my last ‘excursion’ with the box, and found that it took almost a full week for the ache in my vagina to fade, and another week for it to return to its former shape. My ass was similar, though the burn had taken longer to completely die. In essence, this box was a night of hard-core partying complete with the accompanying bitch of a hangover.

I eventually shook my head and put the assortment of items away. I had work tomorrow; couldn’t afford to walk in bowlegged and struggling to keep anything from touching my crotch. Even Size 11 might be too much. Reluctantly, I put the boxes away and pulled out size 6. It was fairly standard; a 6’’ rabbit vibrator, an 9’’ dildo, and a small butt plug. It would do for the evening; I’d have to wait until the weekend to let loose how I want to. In the meantime, I was overdue for some ‘relief’.

About an hour later, I was laying on my bed breathing heavily. The dildo and rabbit laid beside me, still wet from their most recent use, and the butt plug sat where it belonged for the time being. When I finally regained control of my muscles, I sat up, moaning low at the feeling of the plug shifting about within me. I didn’t remove it yet, wanting to savour the sensations as I made myself dinner. My legs shook slightly as I stood, but they managed to hold my weight.

Soon enough, I was fed, deeply satisfied and curled up under my clean sheets for a good night’s sleep. My dreams were often plagued by my sexual fantasies. Well, not plagued, since that implies they’re a nuisance to me. Granted, waking up each morning with a pair of wet panties could be somewhat inconvenient, along with the lust that accompanied the moist feeling, but I could live with it. Usually.

I can’t remember them clearly. A surprise, since my dreams are usually so vivid I can recall them long after waking up, but these were foggy at best. Even so, my body seemed to remember them without a doubt. That morning I expected to find my panties drenched, maybe my sheets were a little damp, but instead I found almost half of the sheets were soaked through with my night time secretions. Not only that, but the musk of my sexual need permeated the air around me; strong and impossible to miss. And yet, I felt content like that.

“That was some dream…” I muttered aloud, a small, involuntary grin on my face. Every part of my body felt satisfied, if tired, a feeling that usually required massive amounts of work on my part. Not just a simple night’s sleep. But I wasn’t about to complain. Who would? Although I do wish I could remember what I had dreamt of.

Going about my apartment that morning was a leisurely experience. I usually gave myself an hour and a half to prepare for work every day, which was just enough time. Even so, I had to rush a little bit to fit everything into that timeframe, but not today. I couldn’t even muster the will to think about moving faster than the laid-back pace I had while shuffling around. I had a hard wood floor, allowing me to shuffle about with my socks on. Personally, I enjoyed the feeling.

I lounged on my couch with the TV on in the background. A cup of coffee sat on the table before me, hardly touched as I let myself relax. As time passed on, I finally managed to summon the will to stand and take a quick shower. I only had about forty minutes left to get to work, so I had to forgo conditioner and the time I usually spent inspecting my body. After that, I dressed speedily. In some corner of my mind, I registered that my bra felt tighter. But for the time being it went unnoticed.

At work I was in a visible cloud of satisfaction. Fae even commented that I looked better than normal, like I was glowing.

“Did you meet someone?” She asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity, but also something else beneath that. Jealousy? Here’s hoping.

“No, just got some really good sleep.” I told her, still grinning. I noticed that her shoulders relaxed faintly, as if she’d been holding her breath in nervous anticipation, “Well, maybe I had some help.” I added, winking at her and giving a small wave of my fingers. She understood quite clearly, a blush creeping up her cheeks and a giggle escaping her smiling lips. I had to admit, it was quite a nice look for her.

“Maybe you could show me sometime?” She asked, before her eyes went wide and she shut her lips tight. Anyone could tell what she was thinking; ‘did I just say that out loud?’ All the same, I simply smirked at her.

“Maybe. Maybe toni-” I was cut off by Jennifer walking in, though walking wasn’t entirely correct. She sauntered in, wide hips swaying seductively from side to side. She must’ve heard us talking, because she clapped her hands together.

“What’re you doing? Come on, enough chatter. Get to work. We’ve got customers. Remember this place is for working, not for dykes to pick up each other.” She spewed the words as if she knew what she was talking about, and it didn’t take any special cognitive ability to catch the venom in her voice as she glared at us. If I was a dog, I’m almost certain I’d be growling in warning by now. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. With a sigh, Fae and I went back to work.

It was a slow day. Much of my time was spent simply standing at my counter, or checking about the instruments to make sure no dust was building. My mind was preoccupied with Fae. If Jennifer hadn’t interrupted me, what would Fae have said? I was mostly teasing her, but there was definitely a small spark there. Towards the end of the day, I was often lost in a daydream of Fae and I going back to my place so I could show her my collection. Someone would always interrupt me just before they got good though.

“See you tomorrow, Gale.” Fae said as she headed to her car.

“See ya.” I replied and followed suite, eager to get home. My panties were damp from the fantasies I allowed to fill my head over the day, my pussy almost seeming to take control as it drove me home to get some relief. I felt like I was in a dream for the next hour or so, as I seemed to suddenly find myself in my bed; arms and legs splayed and a deeply satisfied feeling that I could feel down to the bone. As I laid there, I noticed a somewhat familiar sore feeling in my chest. It’d been a while since I’d gotten so into breast play.

I raised a hand slowly to my breasts and lightly poked a nipple with a finger. At once, I felt a sensation of pain and pleasure, causing me to moan out loud. Since when were they so sensitive? I thought, mind turning to the injection from a couple of days ago. Well, as far as side effects went, this wasn’t particularly detrimental. Waiting for my body to get its strength back, I ran a finger over my lightly engorged areolae. The feeling was slight, but enjoyable.

When I found the will to move more than a single arm, I rolled over. On my bedside table sat my alarm clock, which read 7:27PM. I usually got home around 5:30 or 6:00PM, depending on the traffic of course, though I had no idea when I got back that day. Either way, I’d been going at it for at least an hour, two at most. I almost wished I had recorded it just to see how hard I was going at it, since I’ve only felt this exhausted, if exceptionally satisfied, more than a few times before. As it was, I could merely recall bits and pieces.

Not that it mattered. I felt content and that’s all that I was concerned with. Standing up, I walked back to the kitchen to get dinner going. Oddly enough, as soon as I saw my food, I felt absolutely famished. It was like I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, even though I had vivid memories of eating a rather healthy portion for lunch that day. My stomach growled like a lion, almost seeming to echo around in my apartment. I wasn’t about to deny it.

Deciding I needed something filling more than anything, I chose spaghetti for that evenings’ meal; it was quick and wonderfully filling. I fried up some chicken to go along with it. Soon enough, I was sat down and shovelling it into my mouth eagerly. The entire dinner plate was filled with food, on top of that it was stacked up as well. There was at least enough for two or three people, and yet I was happily chewing, swallowing and repeating over and over again. Shortly after beginning, I had a clean plate.

I sighed happily and laid back on my couch. The TV played in the background, some program that I had no real interest in. The feeling of being full, combined with the contented exhaustion that remained from earlier, soon lulled me off to sleep. Like the day before, my dreams were lost to me upon waking up. All that remained from them was an acutely content feeling.

When I woke up, I looked around. A frown set on my face as I tried to figure out why my room was bigger, had a kitchen, a massive flat screen TV and no bed. After a few minutes, my groggy mind finally recognised where I was.

“That’s a first.” I groaned, wiping the sleep from my eyes. It was a good thing my apartment was so snug and cosy, otherwise I’d have been freezing without my sheets. I stretched, sighing happily at the always satisfying feeling of my bones popping after a good night’s sleep. As I stood up, my attention was brought to my naked chest. For whatever reason, I’d slept naked. Probably too tired to get dressed in my pyjamas.

I studied my breasts with an oddly focused gaze. For whatever reason, I seemed determined to try and find something that had changed about them. I must’ve spent minutes doing so, without finding anything. Well, my areolae and nipples looked infinitesimally darker. No cause for worry as far as I was concerned.

Satisfied that I’d found a change of some sort, I walked to my kitchen and made a cup of coffee. Nothing beat a caffeinated drink in the morning as far as I knew. I checked the time on the microwave, glad to see that I’d woken up almost right on time. Thank you, internal clock. I didn’t bother getting dressed yet; my apartment was four floors up and the curtains were drawn so I wasn’t worried about peeping toms. And I did have some exhibitionist tendencies. In private at least.

I enjoyed the freeing sensation of leaving my skin bared. It also gave me a chance to inspect the rest of my body. My legs were mostly smooth, a very mild stubble beginning to grow. Likewise, my pubic hair was beginning to show up. I preferred smooth skin, the main reason why I leaned towards women over men, hence I shaved fairly often. I picked up my phone from the table, writing a note to shave my legs and crotch in a few days. As I did so, my thoughts wandered to Fae and whether she shaved herself down there as well.

Hopefully she did. I’d had a few experiences going down on women who didn’t shave, and it always got in the way. It would tickle my nose, or get in my mouth; very distracting, particularly when you’re trying to focus on making your partner cum as hard as possible. As my mind filled with fantasies of Fae’s body, I felt my body heating up with the fire of lust once again. I could see her so clearly in my mind.

She would come with me to my place. Once inside, we’d start kissing, my hands entangled in her flowing, deep crimson hair, before slipping down to cup her shapely ass. Likewise, her soft, delicate fingers would run down my back, tracing delicious patterns over my skin before tightly squeezing my soft rear. I would push her away and we’d start to strip each other. My C cups would spring free just as her own D cups did, the two pairs rubbing against one another as we made out. Then our fingers would seek the source of the other’s heat.

I was shocked from the fantasy as a loud crash emanated from the TV. Fucking commercials, I thought bitterly. I never understood why road safety needed to be promoted by scaring the living shit out of drivers, particularly the impressionable young ones. With a sigh, I resolved to get on with my morning ritual and stood up. Unsurprisingly, I felt a drop of moisture running down the inside of my leg. One could only speculate as to where it came from. Or just look between my thighs.

The shower went by uneventfully. I was fortunate to have plenty of time today, so I was able to give my hair a thorough wash. As I got dressed however, I finally took notice of the fact that my bra felt tight, uncomfortably so. I checked it ‘36C’ just as always. Shrugging, I got another one, only to have the same results. I frowned and went to a mirror, taking a proper look at my body to see if I’d put on any weight. It didn’t look like it.

My gut seemed the same as ever and my hips weren’t any different. Then again, I had eaten quite a bit yesterday, so maybe it was like water retention. I decided I’d go for a quick jog at lunch. Unfortunately, I’d have to put up with my bras for the time being. A thought entered my head in regards to my teenage years.

I didn’t have any curves for much of my high school life. In fact, I was almost unhealthily thin. It wasn’t until I got sick of being mocked for lacking any curves, and for having a pretty weak constitution, that I started to eat more. My portions had been fairly small, but I almost tripled them, at least for a short period of time. I didn’t neglect to exercise a bit in order to stay at least average in terms of fitness.

Now, I was a somewhat plump young woman. My waist was modestly trim, giving flare to my hips which had filled out nicely after I started my diet. My breasts also benefited from the added fat I put on. Thankfully, between my parents and my own mostly clear head, I was able to gain just enough weight and maintain it. Almost none of my figure was derived from the natural gifts that puberty usually bestows upon young women.

A part of me hoped that I was a late bloomer. Maybe Mother Nature realised she had passed me over and was going to make up for it? With that in mind, I resolved to buy a D cup bra at some point during the week. Just as a precaution. Or maybe Fae would lend me one? I knew she was a D cup, at the least. Unless she was like some of those women who bandaged up their breasts to make them seem smaller. That thought set my imagination going. Sadly, I couldn’t indulge it and headed out to work.

Throughout the day, I could feel my bra digging into my skin. Fae noticed my discomfort. That girl was pretty observant, at least when it came to me. How often did she have her eyes on me?

“You okay?” She asked, handing a customer their change and receipt.

“Yeah. My bra’s just a little tight.” I explained, trying to adjust the straps. Nonetheless, they continued to bite into my shoulders. She gave me a sympathetic look.

“I know the feeling. What size are you anyway?” Fae leaned forward, her top dipping down to reveal some of her cleavage. She was flirting with me, I thought with an inward grin.

“A large C cup.” She raised an eyebrow at that, glancing down at my chest.

“I’d say you should be looking for a D cup if your bras gotten tight,” She said, studying me closely, “Yeah, if you’re not one now, then you’re gonna end up one if you grow at all.” She explained, though her gaze lingered on my bust a second longer than needed. I smiled thankfully at her.

“Would you mind helping me pick some out then?” I requested, smiling as brilliantly as possible at her. She turned her head away a bit, an involuntary movement, and I could see a flush building on her cheeks. Even so, she nodded her head.

“Sure, no problem.” A customer came to her attention then. I couldn’t help grinning. It wasn’t official, but this was pretty damn close to a date. Though maybe it’ll lead to a proper one later on. One could only hope of course. Throughout the morning, I kept glancing at the clock, willing the hour hand to turn to 12o’clock already. Naturally, it didn’t work, but I don’t think it hurt to try. Eventually, it came time for our lunch break.

The store was already directly in the centre of the shopping district. Littleton wasn’t large, far from it, though it was large enough that most people drove about. At least we have a street dedicated to shopping. Our population was maybe 3-4000, but it was more of a blessing than anything. We weren’t on the maps, but we certainly fulfilled most people’s ideas of a small, quaint town. Nearly everyone knew each other here. And the atmosphere was friendly, plain and simple.

It doesn’t hurt that most shops were close to each other. As such, a short walk later and Fae and I were in a clothes store, one of the few ones in town. There was a mall, but it was at least twenty-minutes away by car.

“So, uh, what kind of bra were you looking for?” Fae asked nervously, clearly unused to shopping with someone else, or at least someone she had a crush on.

“Um, nothing too frilly. Just something fairly cheap and comfortable for now.” I told her, browsing over a rack of lingerie. She nodded mutely and helped me mill through bra after bra, searching for something cost effective.

“How about this one?” She said, pulling out a pure, white bra. She handed it to me, and I had to admit it felt pretty damn nice. The price tag was more than fair.

“Yeah, looks perfect.” I told her, smiling broadly. I checked its size; 36D. Should be just right I thought, “I’m gonna go try this on. See you soon.” I said, heading to the changing rooms. There, I undid my bra, sighing in relief. My skin was marred by red marks from where the bra dug into me. I grimaced at the sight. As I pulled the new bra on I found it was a touch big, but a few small adjustments later and it felt perfectly comfortable. If I continued to grow, then it’d be just fine. Smiling, I took it off, but didn’t put the old bra back on.

“How was it?” Fae as she saw me walking towards her. She noticed my grin and returned the expression.

“Perfect. Let’s find a couple more like it and we’ll head back, okay?” I said as I turned back to the rows and rows of brassieres, though I caught the slight look of disappointment on her face.

“Well, uh, do you mind if we go get something to eat before that? I don’t really go out with friends at all so…” She told me. I looked back to her and grinned, having heard the slight sound of regret in her voice at the word ‘friends’. If this were a TV show, I’m sure there’d be several viewers yelling ‘just fuck already!’ I was working on it, but I didn’t want to seem too forward. And Fae was pretty cute when she was flustered.

“Yeah, sure. La Charité sound okay to you?” I couldn’t help the smirk that spread my cheeks as I watched her expression. La Charité was easily the most romantic restaurant in the entire town, and had a reputation for housing many proposals, most of which led to long marriages. Her cheeks turned bright red, and her lips spread in a happy, if anxious smile. I caught sight of her hands nervously playing with each other and her eyes twinkled with delight.

“Um…” She bit her bottom lip. There was indecision in her eyes, clearly pleased by this but apprehensive about coming off as easy. I laughed it off.

“Hey, I was just joking. How about KFC?” I asked, hoping to calm her down. She relaxed, but at the same time she looked dejected. A part of her had hoped I would push for her to accept my offer, at least assuming I was reading her correctly. Either way, she still gave a shrug and a nod.

“Sure.” She said and found another bra, “Try this one as well.” She told me. I looked down and noticed it was a lacy, black piece. Something usually reserved for enticing one’s lover. Before she could take it back, I took it and, with the other bras in hand, headed off to the changing room. Fae seemed to realise what she’d handed me, an embarrassed blush turning her cheeks tomato red. She hurried after me, but I was already inside and had locked the door.

As I pulled on the other bras, making sure they felt right, I came to lacy black one. It was designed very well, leaving a good amount to the imagination, but also revealing just enough to entice all who viewed it. I smirked as I put it on, looking myself in the mirror. If I saw myself wearing this, and I was a different person, I would be practically salivating. With a mischievous grin, I called out to Fae.

“Hey, Fae, could you help out in here? One of the bra’s giving me trouble.” I lied.

“Uh, sure.” She said, and entered after I unlocked the door. Her eyes went wide when she saw me.

“Hi there. I can’t decide if this looks all that good on me, care to give me a hand?” I asked with a teasing grin. She unconsciously licked her lips at the sight, but managed to keep herself in check. I noticed her eyes trying, mostly in vain, to look away from me. She seemed more nervous than I would expect.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. You look, um, you look great, Gale. Like, really good.” She said, struggling at first not to stumble over her own words, but regained her composure at the end. It was a real struggle laugh at the sight. She really was cute.

“Really? Thanks, guess I’ll take these then.” I said and undid the bra. Fae’s cheeks somehow turned an even deeper shade of red, as my naked breasts came into view.

“I’ll, uh, just wait outside.” She said embarrassed, turning around and moving to step outside.

“Why? We’re both girls here, right?” I asked, still wearing my teasing grin. She glanced back me then at the door, as if weighing her options. Not that it mattered, I was dressed and heading to the door before she could decide, “Relax. Just teasing.” I said with a wink. A part of me wondered if I was teasing her too much.

“Fuck it.” She said and grabbed my arm, turning me around to face her. In my surprise, she managed to pull me down, I was about two inches taller than her, and pressed her soft lips against mine. For a moment, I was shocked into stillness, until I realised what was happening and returned the act.

“That was sudden.” I murmured when we pulled away from each other. We were both smiling dazedly, our eyes locked on each other.

Chapter 3 - The Beginnings of a Wonderful Relationship

I groaned and sat up. I felt great, despite the throbbing in my head from the mild hangover. The only issue is that I regretted not having another body beside mine, but that could change. Particularly if last night was as fun as I seem to remember it being. There was something I did notice as I sat up; my shirt was a bit tighter than I remembered. But it couldn’t be? It should be impossible to grow bigger boobs overnight. I must’ve put on a smaller one last night.

Actually, I didn’t even remember changing into the shirt. How much did I drink last night? I wondered, though it couldn’t have been too much. Otherwise I would’ve been groaning at the thought of doing anything more than lying in bed. In all fairness, my mind was always elsewhere these days. No sense in worrying about it, since I didn’t feel any worse for wear.

I did find one noticeable change later that morning. After my shower, when I stood before my mirror to brush my hair, I paused when I noticed my chest seemed to be bouncier than before. With each movement, they jiggled enticingly, like two large bowls of jelly, but in the best way. However, they were definitely bigger than I remembered. I finished brushing my hair and grabbed one of my new D cup bras.

Yesterday, they were more than big enough. But now, as I put it on, I noticed that it was snug, almost uncomfortably tight. They were definitely still growing then, and possibly faster than before. Impossible as it might sound, they almost seemed to have gained a full cup size in the past 24 hours. I won’t lie and say that I’m upset about them growing, but if they persisted like this, then it could become difficult. And not to mention expensive.

I heaved a sigh, feeling the straps dig into my skin from the deep breath. Damn, they really had grown. Nonetheless, I continued to get dressed and headed off to work, though not without noting that my shirts were beginning to constrict my chest slightly. Maybe Fae would have some clothes to lend me? As I thought of Fae, I remembered that my car was still stuck at the store’s car park. Meaning I needed a lift.

As if on cue, my phone notified me of a text message. Hey there, waiting outside for you xxx. It was from Fae. The three kisses on the end brought a massive sigh of relief. I hadn’t realised it until then, that I’d been unconsciously tense. It didn’t take me long to realise why; after how easily lost in my fantasies I was becoming lately, a part of me feared that I had imagined it all. Just that thought alone scared me, but this was more than enough to calm me down. Fae was most likely my girlfriend and that was a fact. An absolute, real-life fact.

I headed down to meet her. She was waiting outside in her car, smiling when she saw me walk out of the building. She was wearing her usual work attire; a form fitting shirt with matching jeans, except for one change. Her shirt had a lower neckline than the ones she normally wore.

“Hey there,” She said warmly, “How’d you sleep?” She asked as I sat down. I could almost feel her eyes running over me as I did so.

“Pretty good, and you?” I turned to face her as I pulled the seatbelt on. She was still smiling broadly. Her skin almost seemed to glow, in that way that women seemed to when they were happy. Or after a wonderful night spent with a lover. Had we gone that far last night? No, I would’ve felt it if we had.

“Good is an understatement for me.” She said, but didn’t elaborate further. I had to wonder if we had gone all the way last night, but pushed it aside. My apartment didn’t seem like anyone else had been inside of it, and I had woken alone in my bed.

“Oh? Good dreams?” I asked as we started down the road.

“Like I said ‘understatement’.” She repeated. When we stopped at a red light, she suddenly turned in her seat and leaned over to kiss me full on the lips, catching me by surprise. When she pulled back, I’m pretty sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Wow.” I finally uttered and Fae only smiled, returning her attention to the road, “Our first kiss.” I whispered to myself. She caught it though.

“Hardly. You must’ve been pretty out of it last night.” She said, winking at me. Somehow, my eyes widened even further.

“Did we sleep together?” I couldn’t help but ask. She chuckled, though I caught some level of regret in her tone as she answered.

“No, just kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.” She said with a giggle akin to that of a schoolgirl talking to her first crush. That same blush I was so used to seeing returned to her face, but I knew it was born of both affection and embarrassment, rather than solely the latter. I noticed her unconsciously licking her lips at the memory. I silently cursed myself for drinking so much, but also thanked whatever deities were watching over me for making last night a huge success. Now all I had to do was keep this relationship going.

“Gale?” Fae asked as she pulled into the carpark, beside my own car.

“Hmm?” I hummed questioningly, turning to face her.

“If you, uh, if you think you’re gonna ‘space out’ again, let me know. Okay? I don’t want something to happen to you.” She said, concern thick in her voice and on her face. I knew she was genuinely worried about me; anyone could see that.

“I don’t think it’s that easy, Fae. They just happen.” I told her, wishing I had a better answer. She nodded.

“I know, but if you think it’s gonna happen. Tell me. You never know after all.” She pushed, looking me dead in the eye.

“Okay. Just do me one favour?” I asked.

“Name it.” She said eagerly.

“Don’t do anything to excite me, at least not until later.” I told her, to which she raised a curious eyebrow.

“Why?” She asked. There was a hint of discontent in her voice. I almost couldn’t stop myself from fantasising about what she would do to try and tease me throughout the day.

“How do I say this?” I asked aloud, thinking for a moment before deciding to be blunt, “You’re the source of my fantasies.” I explained.

“I’m in your fantasies?” I nodded.

“Yeah, all the time. It’s why I end up spacing out.” I explained to her, blushing a little out of embarrassment. After all, I was revealing the subject of my fantasies. This relationship was evidently going faster than most would. Well, that wasn’t always a bad thing. Fae also blushed at that, looking away even as she nodded.

“Okay. I’ll try. No promises though.” She said, voice filled with the unexpected pride she felt. I can’t blame her, she just found out her crush used to have a crush on her as well. And now the two who had crushes on the other were dating. It was a rare, and joyous, occasion.

“That’s all I ask.” I replied and leaned over, lips slightly puckered for a kiss. She didn’t hesitate, returning the affection by mashing her lips into my own, hungry for more. I didn’t stop her. We have a few minutes before work started after all. I didn’t need to encourage her mouth open; she was inexperienced, almost seeming to try and devour my face. Eventually, I tamed her and our tongues soon began to play together. When we pulled apart, both of us were panting and red in the face. Not from embarrassment.

“Holy… crap.” She gasped, leaning back in her seat, a dazed look on her face. Fae couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face, and neither could I. Deep within the pits of my body, I could feel the beginnings of my lust burning into existence. I imagine it as something akin to a campfire; small, but warm, and capable of reaching far greater heights. Just looking at Fae was like adding a few sticks and twigs to fuel the flames.

“We should get inside.” I said, nodding to the dashboard, where her clock told us we were now three minutes late. She nodded, visibly struggling to regain her ability to speak coherently. Her smile had faded, replaced by what looked like an expression of concentration.

“Yeah.” She managed to huff and opened her car door, climbing out. I was out faster, moving around to her, just in case her legs gave out. Fae was adorably inexperienced, at least from what I could tell. Probably raised in a conservative household, I thought with no small amount of excitement. I would sometimes peruse the internet for erotic stories, and the ones featuring corruption of a pure youth always got me hot and wet. Now I had a chance to live it out.

But that would have to wait until later. For now, I had a day of work to get through. With the added difficulty of the now powered urges I felt towards Fae. For her part, she managed to keep her movements fairly minimal, so as keep her curvy body from tempting me too much. Be that as it may, the campfire of my lust was gradually burning greater just from looking at her. Despite her best attempts, seeing her walk away was like throwing a stack of paper on the flames; her ass swayed temptingly with each step. More than once I had licked my lips at the sight.

Fortunately, the day came to an end. Fae and I had finished up with work and headed back to the carpark.

“You okay to drive?” She asked me, a hopeful look in her eyes as she watched me walk to my own car. Part of me wanted to say no, but I knew I needed my car soon, since my weekly visit to my parents was coming up. As such, I nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” I said. My smile faded slightly when her eyes lowered dejectedly, though I knew just how to cheer her up, “Doesn’t mean you can’t hang out with me tonight.” I added, beaming when her expression lifted, resembling a kid waking up on Christmas morning. We headed back to my place, where we did something I hadn’t realised I’d longed for in the time since my last relationship; snuggling. We cosied up on my couch and watched whatever came on the TV, my arms around her as she enjoyed my close proximity.

I could tell she was happy like this. But I also knew she wanted to progress further than just holding one another and kissing, as soon as possible at that. I did too. How could I not? I had the girl I’d fantasised about for months at this point in my home, in my arms, and more than willing to give into me body and soul. However, I held myself back. There was no way I wasn’t about to savour this.

I’ll give it a few weeks, I told myself. I nodded internally, deciding that it was a decent amount of time to work out just how far she was willing to go. It’d also give me a chance to track down my seductive bed wear. I had a fondness for a bit of leather, particularly when it came to underwear, since it hugged my body so tightly. I also quite wearing pantyhose, maybe with leather straps criss-crossed over my front and back. All of this was tied together by a leather collar. Everything was black of course.

The week progressed with Fae and I spent time together. In that time, we learned more about each other. Of course, we made out more than a pair of overly horny teenagers, but that was beginning to tone down. We began to enjoy the mere act of being together, occasionally planting a kiss on the other’s lips, cheek, neck etc. There had been a few times that we’d begun to grope one another. Fae was more than aware of how sensitive my chest was.

Speaking of which, the growth I was experiencing had yet to fade. It wasn’t nearly as fast as the day after my first date with Fae, but it was noticeable. By the time I was driving down to visit my parents, I had returned the D cup bras and had to buy DD cups. Meaning I was currently at a size that most women, and men, coveted. But I doubted I was done growing. Must be a second puberty… or a late one, I thought.

Mum and Dad were naturally surprised by my expanded bust. But they quickly recovered, my mum telling me with no small amount of pride that she always knew I was a ‘late bloomer’. My dad joked that it was all because of my mother’s cooking, which I whole heartedly agreed with, even if I had different ideas. My dad, Josh, was a handyman, formerly a construction worker/part-time accountant/music instructor. He was always a busy guy, liked to be doing something at any time of the day. Even sitting down to watch TV, his hands would usually be in constant motion.

My mum was the everyday hero; housewife. She made sure the place was spotless and kept the fridge stuffed full of goodies. It was how I used to think of her when I younger, like she was this superhero who helped the little people, that is to say myself. Even as I grew older, I still considered her to be a hero of sorts. A hero was perfect, and that’s just how I thought of her. Even now, bordering on the age of 50, she was still my dear mother. I never forgot how fortunate I was to have her.

After all, if it weren’t for her, I’d have lost any semblance of self-esteem in my first years of high school. As I’ve said, I used to be incredibly skinny. To the point that people thought I was anorexic. That wasn’t the case. My metabolism was pretty damn high and I rarely needed much food to keep me satisfied. I had done the opposite of what many women did and intentionally put on weight, something my mum had actually endorsed. She said men didn’t want a twig of a woman, they wanted someone with curves. Someone who was soft and cuddly.

And so I did. In a little over a year I went from a skinny, 98lb twig of a girl to a fairly curvy, 120lb woman. From there I made sure to gain a little more as I grew taller. The weight I put on was distributed surprisingly evenly, with an equal amount rounding out my breasts, hips and rear. It also softened the rest of my body nicely and gave me a fairly adorable paunch to my stomach, the kind that doesn’t jiggle excessively or sticks out too far. It’s more of a pillow than anything. Something Fae had found to be extremely comfortable.

The weekend passed by rather uneventfully. The high being my second date with Fae to a movie theatre, where we saw the BFG. Damn, technology can be amazing, that giant looked freaking awesome. For the most part it was pretty damn good, nice visuals, excellent acting, and some enjoyable comedy. Fae enjoyed it as well, not surprising since she picked it out. I would’ve liked to see The Conjuring 2, but Fae revealed she was a bit of a scaredy-cat. And it didn’t help that it was out of theatres now.

Over those days, my chest continued its expansion. It was pretty worrying actually. While I’ve wanted larger breasts, mostly because I suspected Fae of being something of a boob lover, the fact that I had gone up two sizes in under a week for pretty disconcerting. And I was still growing. My new bras were already beginning to feel tight. Then there were the other more… concerning changes.

I hadn’t really paid attention to them, but my nipples were beginning to make that impossible to do. They were naturally growing in proportion to my breasts, well, not entirely. They seemed a little big in comparison. Maybe an inch long at the least, and an inch around, at least when I was aroused and playing with them. Even normally, they were rather large and refused to fully go back down. If it weren’t for the fact that my bras were nicely padded, the nubs would poke out from them nearly all the time. My areolae and nipples were also appearing darker than normal.

I vaguely recall reading that a pregnant woman’s breasts will do something similar to this. They engorge with milk, and their nipples swell up and darken as well. But I wasn’t pregnant, that much I was sure of. I hadn’t slept with a man in years after all. And even then, I doubt my breasts would be changing this early into it. I briefly considered calling Doctor Blare about it, but decided to wait one more week. If they went up another cup size in that time, then I’d call and set up an appointment. In the meantime, I decided I’d enjoy them.

Being with Fae so much more was naturally fuelling my desires. As such, as soon as she would go home, I’d be on my bed. Then my pants would be down, underwear going with it, and my fingers would gleefully explore my body, before reaching out to grab whatever box I’d chosen for the night. Every morning, I’d wake up satisfactorily exhausted and with a wide grin on my face.

The week went by in a similar fashion as the last. Fae and I were steadily growing closer and closer, though she was starting appear somewhat hesitant about exploring each other’s bodies as of late, particularly when my hand would travel down to her hips. She would seize up and pull away. I never got a proper explanation out of her about it, but I didn’t push the matter. When she was ready to go further, then that’d be fine. Strange though, I thought at first, she had seemed so eager before. Either way, I’d leave it up to her.

My breasts had definitely gone up another cup size. Almost two by the time I had called Doctor Blare. Rick was still out apparently. Thankfully, I was able to organise a quick check-up in just a few days after work. My breasts were beginning to become quite cumbersome. I had discarded my DD bras in favour of F cups now, and even then I was beginning find them to be rather snug. Not only that, but I was having to choose bras with a quite a fair amount of padding. My nipples were getting out of hand.

When I would play with myself, they were massive. Easily an inch and a half long, and two inches around now. I’d never seen nipples so large before. They weren’t all bad though, even if they did make me self-conscious at times. Each nipple felt just as good as my clit. Speaking of which, I had noticed a very, emphasis on very, slight swelling to my genitalia. My lower lips were marginally engorged and my clit stuck out another millimetre or so.

Just what the hell was happening to me? It wasn’t too bad I suppose, I mean a bigger chest usually means more attention from the desired sex, right? Even if they were starting to get in the way a little, and eating into my savings from all the new bras. Fae had suggested that I buy a couple of G cups when we last went, just in case the growth didn’t subside. So now, I had two pairs of larger bras amidst the others. A few days later, I headed to the clinic wearing one of the G cups.

Since it was only a quick check-up I was sent straight through to see the doctor. She was sitting at her desk, typing away at the keyboard, but looked up when I entered. She smiled warmly, though there was a hint of concern in her eyes. My phone call, while not panicked, wasn’t entirely calm either.

“Hello, Gale. How have you been, aside from the obvious of course?” She asked politely, gesturing to a leather chair opposite her. I took it.

“Pretty good I guess.” I said, fingers tied together while I thought of how best to explain. Thankfully, I didn’t need to.

“I’m sorry about the sudden growth you’ve seen. The injection was something of an experimental one; it’s only been tested a few times before.” She explained.

“Wait, and the FDA still gave it out?” I asked, frowning. Doctor Blare shook her head.

“Not exactly. It was authorised by some of the higher ups, but majority ruled it out. So, under the radar, some of them gave it out to smaller clinics like this one. They said that the results would speak for themselves.”

“How do you know about this?” I asked, to which she grinned a little.

“My uncle’s one of those higher ups. He has a bad habit of getting a little drunk and calling me up. He’s like an open book. Still sucks his thumb when he sleeps.” She told me, bringing a small grin to my lips as well.

“So, what was the drug supposed to do?” I asked, curious. The side effects I was seeing were disconcerting of course, but perhaps it had saved my life or something to that effect.

“It’s a potential cure to cancer. Well, specifically breast cancer.” She said, causing my jaw to drop.

“Wait, you mean…” I trailed off and she nodded.

“I found something that looked to be the beginnings of the cancer in your last check-up. I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t want to worry you. I really am sorry, Gale.” She told me, the tone of her voice genuine. I waited a full minute before replying.

“And what about now?” I asked. She blinked in surprise, before understanding what I meant.

“Let me take a look. It should’ve worked just fine, despite the side effects.” She said and moved closer. I removed my shirt and bra. I felt no small amount of pride as her eyes widened when she took in my expansive chest. My breasts, despite their growth, retained their tear drop shape. The nipples weren’t engorged at the moment, but even then they jutted out almost an inch. For her part, Doctor Blare didn’t hesitate and began inspecting me.

The moment she began poke around, I had to bite my lip. I’d neglected to mention the ongoing increase to my sensitivity. One morning, I had woken up naked and a random breeze had brushed over my chest, sending a shudder of desire through me. They felt nearly as good as my pussy. Actually, they might be more sensitive now. Even so, I kept the signs of any pleasure at bay while she inspected my expanded bust.

Eventually, she pulled back with a nod of her head.

“Yep, looks like any sign of it is gone.” She said, smiling at me. I breathed a sigh of relief, partially because she was no longer touching my sensitive chest and because I was free of any sign of cancer.

“Thank god.” I said, pulling my bra and shirt back on.

“Now, as for the growth you told me about,” She said, moving away and to a cabinet, “These should handle that.” She came back with a small bottle of pills. They looked like those painkillers anyone could buy at a drug store, though they were a deep, red colour. Similar to carmine. With a stripe of blue down the middle of them. An odd colouration choice, but I wasn’t one to judge.

“These’ll stop me growing?” I asked, giving them an incredulous look as she handed them to me. It was bare of any label, not even a name.

“Yes. Don’t worry, these are FDA approved.” She assured me, seeing the look I was giving the bottle. I didn’t see a list of ingredients. Anything without a single label was extremely suspicious.

“FDA approved, but no nutrition list or anything?” I asked, raising a sceptical eyebrow. Blare gave a small chuckle.

“Well, they’re approved, but not on the market yet. Uncle, remember?” She reminded me, jotting down something on a small notepad. I nodded, and pocketed the pills.

“Don’t I need a note or something about these?” I asked her, despite already standing up and gathering my things.

“No worries. If your employer asks about them, give them my number and I’ll get it sorted out for you.” She said, also standing.

“Okay. Take care, I guess.” I replied.

“I should be saying that to you. Those puppies might knock someone out.” She chuckled. I joined in, having thought the same thing more than once since finding myself to be an G cup. I hadn’t given much thought to it before, but I just realised how big they looked on my body given the fact that I was fairly short and wasn’t exactly heavyset. Hopefully, they wouldn’t grow too much before the pills kicked in.

“See ya.” I said in parting and walked back down the hall. As I did so, I noticed a familiar perfume. I looked up from my purse, where the pills now rested, and saw Fae walking towards me, “Hey there, beautiful.” I greeted her with a large smirk. She jumped slightly and looked up, a surprised grin appearing on her face.

“Gale? What’re you doing here?” She asked, walking up and giving me a small peck on the cheek.

“For that check-up I mentioned,” I explained, “What about you? Everything alright?” I asked, brow furrowed in concern. She noticed that quickly and shook her head.

“Don’t worry. I’m here for the same reason you are; standard check-up.” She said, hoping to relieve any concerns I had for her. She was successful and I relaxed.

“Okay, want me to wait for you?” I asked, but she shook her head.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll see you later.” She said, leaning up to peck me on the lips, before heading down the hall. I shrugged and headed back to my car, wondering what I was going to do with the rest of my evening. Before anything else, I quickly popped a pill. Blare hadn’t given me any instructions about, so I assumed they worked the same as most; once or twice a day in the morning or evening. As I drove home, my mind turned briefly to Fae. We’d been going out for just over a week now and I’m beginning to feel antsy about progressing the relationship.

I went back to my earlier dilemma of what I was gonna do with my evening alone. As if in response, my mind conjured a naked image of Fae. That made my decision for me, as an intense heat blossomed into life at the core of my being. Size 10 would do tonight, I thought.

Chapter 5 - Out of Control

“Gale?! Gale, can you hear me?” I was being rocked from side to side, while someone yelled into my ear. I groaned and opened my eyes, looking around. I was in a car, Fae’s car. I thought I was in my apartment with her, “Oh, thank god.” I heard Fae gasp. Before I could say anything, she had her arms around me, holding me tight to her.

“What… what’s wrong?” I asked when she finally let go. I glanced out the window, seeing we were still at the store. As I moved my head, I felt something cold pressed against it.

“You passed out. Like for real. On the ground.” Her voice was airy and hoarse. How long was she calling my name to try and wake me up? I pulled her close and held her, cooing and stroking her head. She was on the verge of tears; I could feel her shaking slightly. She was scared… for me.

“It’s alright. I’m okay.” Even as I said it, I knew something was wrong with me. Even now, with a head injury and the knowledge I had actually passed out, I could feel a small spark of desire within me. I wanted that fantasy, no, dream to be a reality.

I managed to suppress the spark for the meantime though. We held each other, me to comfort her, and Fae to keep me close. We stayed like that for several minutes, in total silence, until Fae broke it.

“I was scared.” She whispered, still holding onto me.

“I know, I’m sorry.” I told her, but she shook her head.

“Don’t be.”

-Fae-

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” I should be saying that to you. I’ve done this to you. All to bring my own fetish to life, “I’m so sorry.” I whispered so lightly that Gale didn’t catch it. I repeated it over and over, knowing that she didn’t hear me. I would say it for real another time. For now, this would have to do.

-Gale-

“I’m so sorry.” Fae kept whispering those three words over and over. I don’t know why, but I didn’t say anything, letting her get it out. I felt my shirt growing damp from her tears. Eventually, she stopped and pulled away.

“You okay?” I asked. She only nodded, eyes downcast even as she moved back to her position at the wheel.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s get you home.” She said and started driving. As she did so, I kept my eyes on her. Her eyes were red and puffy, and I could see an occasional tremble in her lips. Whatever she was apologising for, it had to be something bad. I wouldn’t ask her about it, I’d let her tell me when she was ready.

We soon came to my apartment. I was having déjà vu as Fae came to a stop. My dream had gotten good right here, when she went to kiss me. I saw her knuckles turning white on the wheel. She was struggling about whether she should kiss me or not. I made the decision for her, by leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“See you tomorrow.” I said and opened the door to climb out. Fae reached out and stopped me.

“Gale, if this happens again, no matter what, you get some help. Got it?” She had that same look from before, the one that would catch any hint of a lie. The one that was inescapable.

“I will, I promise.” I told her. I even crossed my heart, though my near mountainous breast got in the way slightly. Fae smiled at that and drew her hand away from the wheel, pinkie finger extended.

“Pinkie promise?” I grinned and entwined our little fingers together.

“Pinkie promise.” I said. For good measure, I pulled her hand up and kissed the back of it, acting the part of the chivalrous gentleman. She giggled like a little girl at that.

“Okay, get some rest, prince charming.” She said, pushing me away gently. I chuckled at that and waved goodbye as I walked inside. As soon as she was out of sight however, I felt my pussy set on fire. I wanted to masturbate. So fucking badly. It took every ounce of willpower for me to keep my hands by sides as I walked through the lobby. The elevator was packed. Not a good sign.

As I slipped in, forced to stand side by side with a group of strangers. I pinched the hem of my shirt tightly, keeping my hands from moving of their own will. There was a woman on either side of me, both of them attractive and clearly returning from something that warranted revealing clothes. One wore a dress with a neckline so low, I could see her bra poking out. The other was in a form fitting shirt. My eye strayed to her breasts, where I could see her nipples poking out. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I returned my eyes to front and did my best to keep them there.

Fortunately, the doors soon opened and I ran to my apartment. Once inside, I began ripping my clothes off. My breasts sprung free from the constraining bra, red marks showing where it had begun to dig into me, and my nipples hardened in the air. They were huge now, absolutely huge. At least three inches long and half again as thick. And they were so sensitive.

I brought my hands to my chest. It was a futile effort to hold even one in both hands, but I settled for groping as much as I could, with my fingers finding my nipples and squeezing the long, hard peaks deliciously. They were just as sensitive as my clit, the nerve endings somehow filtering the pain from the pleasure, even as I pinched them hard. Unable to resist, I pulled on them. It was like setting off fireworks in the deepest parts of myself.

I hadn’t made it far into my apartment. Barely standing in the doorway, before I slumped back against the door, sliding down it and to the floor. My legs were unable to support my weight. My eyes had closed shut, my mouth open in a wordless expression of my pleasure, and my hips jerking as if to meet an invisible lover. When I recovered, I managed to come to my feet and walked to my room. Somehow, I had the presence of mind to take my pill for the day. But after that… the world was lost to me.

-Fae-

I was furious. At myself and at Blare. She said Gale should be able to function in society, but after what happened today, I wasn’t so sure. I could tell she’d been struggling all week. Her hands would move unconsciously to her pussy, trying to stimulate it through her clothes, or they’d grope at her chest. The only thing that was going as Blare had said was the enhanced growth. I could hardly believe my eyes each morning as Gale came in with bigger breasts.

They were already so big. And I knew they’d be only growing larger and larger. The mere thought of it excited me to the point that I could hardly focus on anything else, but it also scared. This was the result of a week, Blare told me later on that she’d given Gale enough pills to last her a minimum of 6 weeks. I needed to lower the amount, but to do that meant I’d have to get into Gale’s apartment. And I didn’t trust myself to do it while she was there.

I called Blare as soon as I was inside my room. My parents were downstairs watching a movie, so I didn’t worry about them overhearing my conversation.

“Hello, Miss Mitchell.” Blare said, voice as calm as ever.

“Gale’s growing too fast.” I told her bluntly. I wasn’t interesting in beating around the bush.

“How do you mean?” She asked. I could hear curiosity in her tone.

“She’s gone from a G cup to an I cup in a week. Hell, I think she’s already gone up another cup size.” There were five weeks left, and she’d gained at least two and a half cup sizes in a single week. She’d be something ridiculous like a V cup. And I had no idea if she’d end up growing faster over time.

“My, that is faster than I anticipated. But what would you like me to do about it?” She asked. Make them bigger… the thought crossed my mind completely unbidden.

“I don’t know, just… can’t you reduce their size a bit?” I asked, well, pleaded. As much as seeing Gale with breasts for a torso enticed me, I didn’t want her to be walking around with people ogling her. That was something that could turn people into shut ins.

“I do have something…” She said, trailing off. She was baiting me into something, but I didn’t care. Before I could think too deeply about what it might be, I acted.

“Use it.”

“You sure? You don’t even know what it is.” Her voice had turned playful, almost teasing.

“I don’t care. If you use it, she won’t end up a pair of breasts with a body attached will she?” I asked.

“No.” Blare confirmed.

“Then I don’t care what it is. When can you give it to me?” I pressed.

“About 5AM. Oh, by the way, I was able to secure that other drug you wanted.” She told me. I felt a burn creeping up my face. I can’t believe I was going to do this. I was already abnormal, to put it mildly, and I was going to highlight it. But this was for Gale. I wouldn’t let her be a freak for the world to see. I’d be right there with her.

“Great,” I managed to strangle out, “When can you give it to me?”

“Same time. See you then, sweetie.” She said and hung up. I let my phone drop onto my bed and fell face first on the covers. What the fuck was I doing?

-Gale-

I sighed happily as I woke up. My body had that all too familiar ache, the one that came from a night well spent using an assortment of toys and putting my hands to proper use. I opened my eyes and raised my hand up; it was covered in dried juices. The taste in my mouth was just as familiar as the ache across my body, so I knew I had been cleaning my hands. I must’ve passed out before I could lick at it this time.

This was something that I didn’t do all that often. Some days I enjoyed the taste of myself, but other times it was borderline disgusting. As of late though, I’d found myself licking the sticky fluid from my fingers and dildos. On that thought, I looked around and saw the shoe box of choice for that evening; size 11. Damn, I thought, and only a mild ache in the morning. Just how sexually focused was I, that something that ordinarily pushed sex from my thoughts for a day or two after using it, only gave me a pleasurable throb deep in my pussy. At least it had satisfied me for the time being.

I could actually think clearly as I stood up to get ready for work. By the time I was heading out, I had eaten a hearty breakfast, showered, cleaned myself thoroughly and brushed my teeth. As I was swishing the mouthwash around, I caught sight of the pills. I had counted them earlier that morning, 25 remained after I’d taken the one for the day. A worried thought crept into my mind.

My libido had always been rather fierce. The fact that I had a collection of sex toys at my disposal testified that fact, but it had become insane as of late. And my chest, it hadn’t stopped growing at all. I had to take short breaths now, my bra digging into me and causing a good deal of discomfort, for fear that the brassiere would snap off. I was probably a J cup now. Was it the pills? Had Doctor Blare given me the wrong set? For a moment I considered flushing them down the toilet, but stopped.

Doctor Blare wouldn’t lie to me. She couldn’t lie to me. I’m pretty certain that doctors had to take some kind of oath in regards to something like this, and she had said that these were FDA approved. If they didn’t work properly soon, then I’d get in contact with her again. For now, I had to get to work. Outside the building, Fae was waiting in her car. I loved just how punctual she was.

I climbed inside and greeted her with a quick kiss. She grinned happily at me.

“You seem to be in a good mood.” I said as I closed the door.

“I am. You know how you’ve been worrying about your breasts growing?” She asked, nodding to my expansive chest.

“Yeah?” I said, raising a curious eyebrow while I pulled the seatbelt between the aforementioned breasts.

“Well, I got into contact with an old friend of mine, and they were able to hook me up with something that should solve that problem for you,” She said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a bottle of pills, “Don’t worry,” She added when she saw my incredulous look, “They’re professional.” I took the bottle from her and saw that there was an actual label on this one.

“Reducto?” I read, looking up at her. It sounded vaguely Latin. I turned it over, seeing a list of effects and potential side effects. There was nothing severe, nor any reason for me to fear taking them. I also found a portion on the label reading ‘FDA Approved’ in big, bold letters.

“Yeah, they’re still looking for feedback on the name. So if you think of anything better, let me know.” She told me. I shrugged.

“It’s not too bad.” I said. The instructions said to take one in the morning and one at night, before bed, as such I quickly popped one. Fae offered me some water, which I happily took a swig from. When I was done, I leaned over as best I could and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, “Thank you.” I said. I meant it as well.

My libido had been a massive distraction as of late. Even so, I had felt worried about how big and fast my breasts were growing. Now, I felt secured. Fae was smiling happily at me, leaning back in for a parting peck on the lips. She seemed more relaxed than I’d seen her in days.

“They told me that they won’t be able to reduce your size, just counter the growth. If you’re lucky you’ll stay at the size you are now, if not, you might grow another cup or two.” She told me.

-Fae-

I had met Blare at 4:59AM. She said nothing to me for a minute, despite my insistence that we get this finished ASAP. As soon as my phone told me it was 5AM, she seemed to animate. Just what the hell was with this woman?

“Here you are. Make sure you tell her to keep taking the other pills. These are designed to counter their effects. Basically, they won’t reduce her in size, but they’ll keep the others from taking full effect. Also, make sure she’s warned that she might still go up a size or two.” Blare explained, handing me the bottle. It had a label on, surprising considering the fact that most of her stuff was either from the black market, or not released yet.

“You’re absolutely sure these’ll work?” I asked, not wanting to take chances.

“Yes. I took every care this time. And here’s the ones you requested.” She said, handing my own bottle. I nearly froze at the sight of them, knowing what they would do to me. This is for Gale, I told myself and took the pills.

“Thanks. But what happens if she stops taking the other pills?

“I can’t say for certain. Her breasts might shrink to nothing, or they might grow even faster. Gale Chambers clearly has a unique genetic makeup, otherwise she wouldn’t have been growing nearly as fast as she is. Just make certain she keeps taking the other pills.

“Fine. I’ll call you in a few days.” I said and turned to walk back to my car.

“Don’t be a stranger, honey. After all, I know you better than Gale.” She said, blowing me a kiss. I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran down my spine. I hated to admit, but she was right. Even if it was just one thing. One massive thing, that I’d managed to keep secret from nearly everyone. Only Blare and my personal physician knew about it.

“Oh fuck, what am I gonna do?” I asked myself, as I drove off to my place. Gale deserved to know everything about me. She was my girlfriend. Someone I felt I had a chance to spend a life with. Someone who I could start a family with… And in order that to happen, she needed to know

“Today,” I said aloud, hoping it would seal my conviction, “I’ll tell her today. No matter what.” Even in solitude, I felt fear tying my stomach into knots. Part of me wondered if I’d even have the guts to tell her. When I got back home, I leaned my head against the steering wheel, taking deep breaths. I looked at the two bottles in my purse, a blue one for me, and a red one for Gale. Gulping, I took the blue and opened it, getting a pill out. I didn’t leave myself a chance to think and swallowed it.

Gale needs to know, I thought and headed back inside to try and get another hour or so of shut eye. Not the easiest thing in my as of yet. I shook my head, removing the thoughts from my mind. Gale deserves to know everything about me. She needs to know. If not now, then sooner or later. Whether I tell her or not.

-Gale-

“I guess that’s okay.” The question on my mind was whether I should keep taking the other pills. I didn’t know how they’d react to each other. It might actually cause them to shrink for all I knew.

“Gale, um, my friend also told me that you should continue to take any medication you might be on. If it’s in your system, then they think removing it will cause the Reducto to malfunction. It could potentially make you grow even more.” She explained to me, but I didn’t miss the unmistakable lust in her voice. As I had suspected, she liked breasts. Particularly massive ones. For a moment, I considered not taking the Reducto, but decided against it. I had more than big enough breasts to satisfy anyone.

“Okay, thanks.” I said, and put the bottle in my own purse. As I did so, I could feel a burn forming. For the first time in days, maybe even weeks by now, it wasn’t centred at my crotch. Though it wasn’t much better, the heat suffusing in my chest. I ignored it, mostly because I was actually able to, but also because I could actually focus on other things. For instance, Fae.

I knew she wanted me to be even bigger. My breasts were already seriously cumbersome, although I hadn’t actually felt their weight strain my back yet, and made it tricky at times to open cupboards. My mind would also go to the episode of the Simpsons, where Marge mistakenly got breast implants and couldn’t open a cupboard door. I’d always had a fondness for that episode, for obvious reasons. It also made it tricky to cook for myself, but I’d begun to adjust. Having massive tits wasn’t a life breaking thing, just made it tricky.

Maybe bigger wouldn’t be all too bad, I thought. Surprisingly, I had been lost in thought for several minutes, and Fae was pulling into the carpark. She undid her seatbelt and was about to open the door, but I stopped her.

“Fae?” She looked at me, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, “I know you like big tits,” She blushed lightly at this, “And well… would you prefer it if mine kept growing?” I could tell she was torn by this. Like any good girlfriend, she wanted me to be happy, that much was obvious from the look in her eye. But there were also her own wants mixed in there. I was quite possibly her fantasy come to life; a woman with growing tits that could reach giant proportions. Eventually, she took a deep breath.

“Honestly, I want what you want, Gale. I mean, yes, I fucking love giant tits. But I know that they’re already getting in your way. So, it’s really up to you. It’s your body and I’m more than happy with how you are right now.” She told me, conviction in her eyes. At the same time, I could see something else in there. Like she was nervous about something, or wanted to tell me something else, but it wasn’t easy to say.

“Well, I mean, they really aren’t all bad.” I thought aloud, seeing hope spark in her eyes, “But,” The spark faded slightly, “They can be really annoying. Although…” I trailed, grinning at her, “Sorry, couldn’t help it.” She pouted at me.

“Meany.” She said in a high pitched voice, causing us both to laugh.

“I’ll let you know later today if I want to let them keep growing.” I told her as we stepped into the store. She nodded and pulled me down for a quick kiss.

“Take your time, okay?” She said, looking me in the eye.

“I will.” I assured her and we got on with the work day.

Or at least, for some of it as far as I was concerned. About two hours in, I was breathing heavily. Fae had been called off to help out in another part of the store, so I was alone in the drum section. My breasts felt like they were on fire, but it wasn’t painful, it was just like my pussy. I wanted to touch them, feel them, grope them. My nipples were sticking out, trying to break free of my tight, almost painfully so, bra. They were bigger than before, by almost an entire inch.

They look like cocks. The thought came unbidden, but wouldn’t leave my mind. They were definitely big enough to wrap my hands around them. Oh god, I wanted to do that so bad. I needed to masturbate, this heat was unbearable. I let my lust take over and pulled out an ‘on break’ sign, rushing to the employee restrooms. When I was inside, I rushed into a stall and all but tore off my shirt and bra.

“They’re so big.” I gasped under my breath. My breasts were definitely in the J cup range now, and capping them were a set of nipples each 4 inches long and almost as big around. Without thought or hesitation, I took hold of each of them. They fit nicely in hands, sending pulses of blazing lust and pleasure through me. This felt right, like I was meant to be doing this. I stayed like that for several long seconds, just staring down at myself. Eventually, I began to move my hands up and down.

I must’ve had the worst luck on the planet. Just as I moved, I let out a shocked moan of pleasure, the sound coming almost immediately after the restroom door opened and someone stepped in. I tried to hold still, to stay quiet, but my body was having none of it. My hands squeezed around my cock-like nipples, extracting another moan. I heard the stall doors being opened one by one. I was in the one further from the door.

Stop it, I tried to tell myself. As if to directly defy me, my hands moved up to the tips of my nipples, before moving back down, squeezing tightly the entire way. I moaned once again, louder than before.

“What the fuck?” Said a voice from behind me as the door swung open, stopping only when it hit the wall. I turned my head to face whoever it was, only to go wide eyed as I found out. It was Jennifer, the owner’s hot, stereotypical high school cheerleader daughter. And she was staring right at me. My torso was facing away from her but, in another act of rebellion, my body turned around to meet her gaze. Her mouth hung open as she took in my naked chest.

She really was hot. Her breasts sat high on her chest, appearing kind of spherical like implants, trimming down into her slender waist, before flaring out in her womanly hips. She was wearing a button-up shirt, cut short to put her toned stomach on display. And those legs… oh god, those legs. She was wearing denim shorts, the hem cut so high that her luscious thighs were on full display. They almost looked to go on forever.

For my part, I couldn’t seem to find the power to speak. I stood there, hands around my obscenely long nipples, gawking at the woman and unable to say a word. For several long seconds, though it could have been minutes, or even hours, as far as I knew, we simply remained where we stood in utter silence. Jennifer broke the silence first.

“What the fuck is this?” She asked, putting up a futile effort to keep her eyes from my chest. For a moment, I considered simply running from the room, but that would put me in view of others. Should I try and explain this to her? I doubt she’d listen either way.

“Jen, listen-” I began, but she stopped me by running out. I heard the sound of a lock clicking, promptly followed by her footsteps. What the hell was she doing? She was going to take pictures, humiliate me. I knew it. It was the most typical thing of someone like her. She came back into my stall, but her phone wasn’t out.

“Okay, listen,” She said, while her hands began to fiddle with her button up shirt, “You tell no one about this, I tell no one about this.” I blinked at her, not understanding for a moment, until she undid her buttons in rapid succession.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I stuttered, looking around for some form of escape. Or a camera to tell me I was being pranked. But there was nothing.

“Just shut up and strip.” She told me, now undoing her bra and moving onto her jeans. Was this really happening? No, it had to be another fantasy or something. I’d passed out again and was having a dream. Had to be, couldn’t be anything else. But I wasn’t so sure as my eyes told my brain that Jennifer was standing in front of me, almost totally naked save for a pair of plain white panties. On which, I could see a growing patch of dampness.

I didn’t reply. My hands somehow found the strength to move away from my breasts, finding my pants and pulling them down as fast as possible. I was dripping wet, despite my fear and confusion over what was happening, the excitement and residual pleasure from playing with my tits fuelled my desire. Jennifer had pulled down her panties now, revealing her engorged pussy. I finally seemed to realise what was happening and tried to stop myself.

“I shouldn’t do this.” I managed to say, even as my hands slipped between my legs and panties, pulling them down to reveal my own large pussy, the lips fat and engorged with blood. My clit was on full display, poking out of its protective hood for all to see. A small breeze of air brushed over the hard nub, causing me to bite my lip in an effort to keep myself from moaning.

“Like I said, just shut up.” Jennifer said, moving over to me. She didn’t leave me a chance to respond in any way, gripping my face in her hands and pulling me close with an unexpected force. Her lips met mine, silencing any retort I could have. Mine were forced open by sheer power, Jennifer’s tongue slipping into my mouth, dominating my own muscle with little effort. Just how experienced was she?

I tried to reach up and push her away, but she displayed more of her unexpected physical prowess. While I tried to push on her shoulders, one of her hands struck like a viper and latched onto my left ass cheek, pulling my crotch against hers. The other found my right breast, the left being pressed hard against her chest, where I felt her hand replace mine around my nipple. My arms lost their strength as pleasure washed over me.

Eventually, Jennifer pulled away from me. Her hands remained where they were, while her tongue lolled out, a line of our spit holding us together. She cut it off as she spoke.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for that. Now I want more.” She said, once again not giving me a chance to reply. Unbalanced as I felt from the miniature orgasms I experienced just moments ago, she was able to push me down to the toilet seat. She straddled my legs, my overly long nipples pushing against her stomach, and leaned down to kiss me again. Her hips began to grind against me. It wasn’t long before she adjusted her position to press her moist pussy against my leg.

I need to stop this, I thought. As if to directly violate my minds orders, my hands found her ass cheeks, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. I’m cheating on Fae. A hand moved to Jennifer’s front, slipping between her legs and halting her grinding motion. This isn’t right. My fingers ran over her soaked lips, dipping lightly into her hole. Oh fuck, I’ve gotta stop this. I sent two fingers straight into her drenched canal. No stopping this now.

There was no way for me to fight this. My body had full control now, my tongue pushing into Jennifer’s mouth to meet her own, the two wrestling for control. As if powered by my lust, I managed to dominate her. She struggled, moaning and trying with all her might in an effort to get back on top, but I refused. Some part of me seemed to have awoken in the light of this sudden encounter, a dominant part.

For emphasis, a growl tore its way up my throat. Jennifer seemed to respond to it, her struggles dying down slightly. Her pussy tightened around my fingers as well, betraying how she felt about being dominated. To go even further, I somehow found the strength to stand, with her in my hands, and sat her down on the toilet in my place.

“What are-” She tried ask, but I silenced her by shoving one of my long, erect nipples into her mouth. She gagged briefly as the tip touched the top of her throat, but she quickly adjusted. Her eyes looked up at me, seeing my eyes ablaze with lust. It must have been somewhat intimidating, as she finally seemed to accept her positon as someone beneath me. I let out a loud moan as she began sucking on my nipple almost exactly like a cock.

Her head bobbed back and forth. Saliva coated the long, hard peak and ran over my breast. Jennifer’s hands rose up and worked her spit into my massive tit, the sensation mixing perfectly with the way she sucked on me. Was this how a man felt getting blown while someone massaged their balls? The thought crossed my mind completely unbidden, but I disregarded it. I wanted nothing more than to focus on what we were doing.

Sadly, I didn’t have that chance.

“Gale!” The word resounded in my mind. The world around started to fade to white. No, I thought, don’t make this end. I want more. I was so close as well. “Gale!” Just a second longer and I’d cum harder than I’d ever done before. “GALE! WAKE THE FUCK UP!” With that, the scene around me faded to nothing and I opened my eyes. Everything was bleary, out of focus. I frowned, squinting to try and concentrate my vision. When I finally did, I saw Fae’s crying face over me. I could think of nothing to say except:

“Hey.”

“Hey? Well, at least you’re awake.” She said. I could hear the exhaustion, frustration and relief in her tone. Tears ran down her cheeks. I could feel her hand on mine, squeezing tightly. Oh fuck, I realised. I looked around. I was in the bathroom just as I remembered, except my pants were still on. My breasts were on full display; nipples no longer as erect as before. Even so, they were still two full inches long.

“Fuck.” I stated flatly, feeling my eyes growing wet. I’d passed out again. What the fuck was wrong with me? Was I going nuts? Did I have some weird, fucked up version of narcolepsy? Nothing made sense.

“Listen to me, Gale, yeah?” Fae said, taking my cheeks in her hands, looking me dead in eye. I nodded mutely, unable to trust myself from opening my mouth without spewing my fears, “You are going to take some time off work, okay? Take a month, sort this all out and come back, got it? I’m not gonna risk your health just for work.” She said, conviction thick in her voice. I only nodded again and she pulled me in for a kiss.

“One thing,” I managed to say, bottom lip trembling, “You have to stay with me the whole time.”

-Fae-

When I got back to the drum section of the store, Gale wasn’t there. The rarely used ‘on break’ sign was placed on the counter. Fortunately, it was a fairly slow day and we hadn’t had any drummers come by yet. That didn’t help though. After everything that’s happened to her, I was understandably worried for Gale. Actually, terrified seemed a more adequate description. As such, I began looking for her.

“Hey anyone seen Gale?” I asked one of my co-workers. He pointed towards the bathrooms, unable to answer while on the phone, “Thanks.” I said and headed over to them as fast as I could, without appearing frantic. I tried to open the door, but found it locked. I frowned, but didn’t think any further on it as I pulled out my staff key and opened it up. As I stepped inside, I saw Jennifer of all people walking into the stall at the end. Her shirt was half unbuttoned.

“What the fuck?” I gasped aloud, but didn’t hesitate. I rushed forward and grabbed her by the arm. She had her phone in hand, the camera trained on someone in the stall. I glanced at the phone, seeing Gale on the screen, breasts bare and her hands around her massive nipples. For a moment, I was shocked by the sight, but I didn’t pause for longer than a second. I grabbed Jennifer’s phone, catching her by surprise and threw it over my head, into another stall. I heard the sound of it landing in the water. I couldn’t help but how lucky a shot that was.

She practically snarled at me. I could tell she was more than willing to try and fight me, but stopped at the look on my face. I didn’t see it myself, but if it was enough to make this hateful person back away, then it must’ve been something fierce. She ran off, hoping to retrieve her phone, but I doubt it’d work after this. I didn’t care, what I did care about was Gale.

I rushed into the stall, shut the door and locked it. There she was, unconscious, hands on her chest and a line of drool running from the side of her mouth and down her neck. I gulped, managing to keep my eyes on her face. Most people look at least somewhat peaceful when they’re passed out, but she didn’t. I could see her eyes moving rapidly under her eyelids, while her mouth would occasionally move to shut, but remain open, and her hands were constantly moving along her incredibly long nipples. Part of me wanted to take advantage of this, but I managed to find that part and silence it.

I began to shake Gale. That didn’t work, so I started calling her name. I heard the bathroom door open as Jennifer left, but I couldn’t give a shit at that time. My voice rose louder and louder, trying to get through to Gale.

“Fuck sake, wake up!” I shouted. I was becoming desperate now. She wasn’t responding in the slightest. What if she’s in a coma? The panicked thought penetrated my mind, embedding itself in there and refusing to leave. No, no, no, I thought quickly. In my desperation, I began to try and pleasure her awake. I moved to her nipples, removing her hands and using my own to effectively masturbate them. That got something out of her at least.

She moaned a little, but showed no signs of rousing. I eyed her nipples and licked my lips. I can’t believe I was about to do this, but I was. I leaned down and opened my mouth, soon her nipple filled my mouth. It felt strange. I’d never done something like this before, not with a nipple, let alone a cock. But it wasn’t altogether unpleasant.

I continued, hearing her moaning in her slumber. The sound excited me as well. Crap, I thought, I can’t do this much longer. I didn’t want to give in, not now. Before I could lose my own control, I pulled back. I didn’t have much other choice, but to really let loose vocally. I moved closer to her, and took a deep breath.

“Gale!” I shouted, finally getting something from her that wasn’t a moan. Her head turned around, brow furrowing slightly. I took another deep breath, “Gale!” She groaned, sounding almost exactly like a teenager being woken up in the morning. I took an even deeper breath, “GALE! WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Finally, I saw her eyes open slightly.

“Hey.” She said upon waking up. That’s what she had to say? Part of me wanted to scream at her, another part wanted to laugh, but I settled for a smile.

“Hey? Well at least you’re awake.” For a while, she seemed confused by what was going on. Then realisation dawned on her. I did what I could to comfort her, eventually though I had to pull back.

“Listen to me, Gale, yeah?” I told her, taking her cheeks in my hands. She nodded mutely, “You are going to take some time off work, okay? Take a month, sort this all out and come back, got it? I’m not gonna risk your health just for work.” I was ready for her to fight me, but she only nodded.

“One thing.” She said after a while, looking me in the eyes. I nodded, willing to do next to anything for her. “You have to stay me with the whole time.” Now it was my turn to fall silent. I wanted to say yes to her, more than I’d wanted anything in my life, but something was holding me back. My most personal secret.

You have to tell her, I heard my voice say in my mind. Is now a good time though? No, she’s scared. I don’t need to give another reason for her to be stressed. If I say yes, I’ll just have to hide it from her. She needs me right now too; who knows when she’ll go through something like this again.

“Okay.” I said eventually. Her eyes, glassy from the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks, filled with a spark of hope.

“Thank you.” She said weakly, and leaned her head against my chest. I had to make up for everything I’ve done. The fact that I was going to make myself a freak for all to see wouldn’t do. I’ve messed with Gale’s life without her knowing, and this was the least I could do. Plus, it didn’t hurt that I was going to need something to do. Jennifer was no doubt going to find a way for me get fired after I ruined her phone.

“No problem.” I replied, pulling her in for a small kiss. She tried to deepen it, but I was already on the cliff’s edge of my control, so I pulled back, “Not here.” I said.

“Okay.” She replied, nodding. Gale had a sombre look in her eyes, akin to a dog when it had been caught doing something bad. I knew it wasn’t that. She was frightened of what her body was doing. First her breasts started growing like crazy, then she starts feeling horny 24/7, and, along with both of those, she experiences fainting spells. Why did I let my fetish take control?

-Gale-

Fae helped me up. My legs felt weak, exactly like after a good, lengthy session of masturbation. Strange, considering I never felt myself climax, though I was pretty certain I had simply been that out of it. I looked around for my shirt, finding it on the floor; torn.

“Shit.” I groaned. What the hell was everyone gonna say when they saw me? Chances are people, would start taking pictures or video.

“Don’t worry, I brought one of my spare shirts just in case this happened.” Fae told me as she leaned down to pick up my bra. Fortunately, it was intact, even if it was incredibly uncomfortable on my J, possibly K, cups. It did what I needed it for the time being though, and my nipples only poked out an inch, partially in thanks to how tight the bra was, “Wait here, okay? Lock the stall and don’t let anyone in except me.” She told me. I almost wanted to laugh.

I’d gone through something very similar as a kid. First grade of all things. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but it led to me wetting myself. Everyone laughed at me, exactly as one would imagine; pointing and cackling like a pack of hyenas. I hid in the bathroom, the furthest stall in fact, and cried. It wasn’t until my mum came and told me to wait in there, using almost the exact same words that Fae used now, that I calmed down. She led me out and gave every kid in my class a death glare. It was like I said before; she was my hero.

I nodded and sat down. Fae gave me a parting glance and ran off, the moment she left I shut and locked the stall door and sat back down. I felt helpless. My body, or rather my lust, completely dominated me. There wasn’t a thing I could do against it. I tried and tried, but I might as well have been a Chihuahua trying to break out of an anaconda’s coils. Even now, in the midst of my despair, I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing in an effort to satisfy its desires. My tits still burned with lust as well.

Stop it, I told myself. Worrying about all of this wasn’t going to do me any good, none whatsoever. I remembered how parents would get their kids to stop smoking or drinking; make them do it until they were sick of it. Maybe that’s what I needed to do? If I masturbated for hours, no days, on end, maybe I’d finally be satisfied. It was worth a shot.

Fae came back a minute later. She was panting, red in the face and lightly sweating. Did she really just run to her car? I pushed the thought aside as she handed me a shirt. It would be snug, particularly around the chest, but something was better than nothing. I smiled thankfully at her and put it on, taking care not to breathe in too deeply for fear that I would tear the fabric. As I did so, I noticed a wet patch on it. I ignored it for the time being, though it remained in my subconscious.

“Fae, um, before you come to stay with me. Can you, uh, can you give me a few days alone? I wanted to try something.” I told her, hoping she’d understand the need for privacy. Fortunately, that seemed to be the case as she nodded.

“Okay, you need me, you call. I don’t care what time it is, 2PM or 2AM you call me. Got it?” She asked. She really was quite forceful when it came to me, not in the sense that she was pushy, just someone who needed to make absolutely certain that I was going to be okay. The saying goes that every girl marries their father. I would say for me as the case may be, I was hoping to marry my mother. I now had two heroes in my life.

“I will. Can… can I go home now?” I asked, feeling like I had reverted back to my childhood. Fae nodded and pulled me up, holding my hand tight.

“Of course.” She said and led me out. No one saw us leaving, for which I thank whatever gods were watching over me. Even though I was clothed, I knew my nipples were on full display for the world to see. There was nothing I could do about it, not for the time being at least. We were soon in her car and driving to my apartment building.

“What were you fantasising about this time?” She asked as she drove. I almost jumped at the words, a blush creeping up my face. I didn’t want to answer. I had imagined myself cheating on her, that Jennifer had been pleasuring me while I effectively dominated her. Well, I thought, she didn’t need to know that much.

“Just… some girl. I don’t remember.” I told her, looking away guiltily.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Gale.” She said, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. Why did she have to know when I was lying? I sighed. Honesty was the best policy after all.

“It was… it was Jennifer.” I said, blushing fiercely. No one at work liked the girl. There were only a couple of things we all agreed on in regards to her; she looks hot, and is a total bitch. I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about fucking her before, but I knew I’d never act on it, nor had I fantasised about it. For a moment, I feared looking at Fae. I felt like I had betrayed her.

“And?” She asked, turning a corner. Her tone made it clear that she didn’t care one iota about it.

“That’s it.” I said, turning my head to look at her.

“You thought I’d be mad, didn’t you?” She asked, looking at me briefly with an eyebrow raised. I only nodded, “It’d be pretty fucking hypocritical of me if I was.” She muttered.

“What?” I asked.

-Fae-

Why the fuck did I say that out loud? I thought, mind working overtime to try and find a way out of this. There wasn’t one though. Gale had heard me. She wasn’t about to let it go. I had let out a sentence that would pique the interest of anyone. I need to tell her something anyway, I thought. Even with my mind in turmoil, I managed to park outside of the building.

For several seconds, we sat there in total silence. I was breathing deeply, head resting on the steering wheel, knowing full well that Gale – the woman that I was 98% certain I loved – was looking at me. Just tell her. It’s like ripping off a Band-Aid, don’t draw it out and just yank it off quick. This shouldn’t be so hard. Eventually, I raised my head and looked at her. She deserves to know this at the very least.

“Can we go up to your place? There’s something I have to show you.”

Chapter 7 - Revealing Even More

-Gale-

I parked outside the house. It was a nice place, not particularly large, but very nice nonetheless. Two stories, a well-kept front yard, and even a yet-to-be-painted picket fence to separate it from the neighbours’ gardens. I walked up the stone path and stopped at the door. I took a deep breath, hoping that Fae had at least told her parents about me, and knocked on the door. From inside, I could hear footsteps hurrying down the stairs, Fae no doubt. She wasn’t fast enough evidently as the door opened to reveal a middle aged woman.

“Hello?” She said, questioningly. I noticed her eyes linger on her breasts for a second, though she displayed a good deal more control than most. My own eyes wandered across her figure. She clearly looked after herself, her toned body visible through the nightie she wore. Whatever workout she was doing was clearly working wonders on her chest as well, since I could tell she had no bra on, and yet her breasts remained high on her torso, sagging only slightly. They weren’t particularly large, maybe C cups.

“Uh, hi. Is Fae in?” I asked, just as Fae came into view. I couldn’t make out her face from where I stood, but I could see that her eyes were open wide. I might’ve made a mistake.

“Hi, Gale.” She said, voice quivering somewhat nervously.

“Oh, so you’re Gale?” Her mother asked, extending a hand, “I’m Diana, Fae’s mother. She’s told us so much about you.” She said, though her tone made it clear that wasn’t the case. Fae looked away from Diana. Somehow, I got the sense that this was how it always was for her. I couldn’t blame her though, after what she’d told me. I shook Diana’s hand, feeling her strength through her grip, “Won’t you come inside?”

“I’d love to, thank you.” I said as politely as I could. As I walked inside, I noticed a short piercing glare from Diana, though I wasn’t the target. That would be Fae, who kept her head down, mumbling something I couldn’t make out. I didn’t say anything, not wanting to pry into my girlfriend’s home life beyond what I already had. As I was led to the living room, I saw Fae’s dad watching TV. Something about how he sat on the couch, made it obvious that was where he spent most of his time.

“Bob, stop watching the TV for a second and introduce yourself. This is Gale.” She said, gesturing towards me. Bob’s attention turned away from the television to focus on me, his eyes immediately going wide at the sight. It was more than a little obvious that he was taken by my figure, my chest in particular of course. Diana gave an audible, distinctly snappy sigh of distaste.

“Sup?” He said, before managing to turn his attention back to the TV. Even so, I noticed his eyes glancing fervently back and forth. They had a tired look to them, as if he hadn’t slept well in weeks. I could understand why Diana wasn’t in the best of moods, though I suspected she was like this more often than not. Nonetheless, she faced me with a small smile.

“It’s been a while since Fae had a friend over, though I’m curious why you’re here at this time?” She asked, keeping her speech very formal, though it felt forced to me.

“Um, I wanted to talk with Fae. In private, if you don’t mind?” I asked, feeling nervous around her. It was clear that she and Fae didn’t have a good relationship, particularly since Fae hadn’t said a word besides the short greeting from earlier. From somewhere upstairs, I heard the faint sounds of someone turning over in their bed. Fae never mentioned having any siblings or anyone else living with her.

“Yes, of course.” Diana said, “Would you like anything to drink?” She asked, moving to the kitchen, as she passed I swore I heard her whisper ‘though I bet you’ve got plenty of milk, fucking cow’ under her breath. For a moment, I was stunned, but recovered quickly.

“No, uh, I’m fine. Thanks for the offer though.” I said, looking at Fae. She still had her head down, though I could see her biting her bottom lip, and her shoulders trembled slightly. Diana looked at me and shrugged.

“Suit yourself.” She said and sat down, though not on the couch with her husband. Instead, she chose an armchair on the far right. It was as far from the man she could get, without leaving the room at least. I looked at Fae, who finally raised her head.

“Let’s go.” She all but whispered and began walking to the stairs. As I followed her, I caught her glance back at her mother, a shudder passing through her. Diana wasn’t unattractive by any means, in fact she looked better than when Fae had vaguely described her to me. Thinking back to it, I could recall her voice being rather shaky as she spoke about it. It wasn’t just the fact that she’d fucked her own mum, but something else.

I followed her up the stairs. At the top, I looked to an open door. Through it, I could see a cot with a small child sleeping soundly in it. They couldn’t be more than a year old. Almost perfectly timed with what Fae told me. No, I thought, eyes going wide. But I pushed the thoughts aside. Whatever had happened, couldn’t be changed.

When we got to Fae’s room, she shut the door and all but fell on the bed. She let out a deep breath, one that she must’ve been holding since I knocked at the door. For a second, I stood in the middle of her room, before moving to her bed.

“I’m sorry.” I told her. She raised her head to look at me.

“For what?” She asked, though I could hear a tremble in it. Instead of answering, I pulled her up and into my arms. It was an instinctive move. I felt like I had to do something, anything, to comfort her.

“For showing up like this. I didn’t think and that put you-” I didn’t finish my sentence as Fae kissed me.

“It’s not that… I-I’m always like that around my mum.” She explained, pulling back to look me in the eye. I could feel her relaxing slowly in my arms.

“You don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to.” I told her. She knew I was curious as to how her familial relationship ended up like this, but I refused to poke my nose where she didn’t want it. Fae shook her head.

“It’s… weird, but short. You wanna hear it?” She asked, glancing up at me nervously. I nodded my head, keeping a straight face while I stroked her soft hair. She’d just had a shower, I could tell, as the scent of her shampoo wafted around us. It was a soft smell, comforting and relaxing.

“My mum… she, she’s in love with me.” Fae said, after several false starts. Part of me wanted to say that all mothers love their children, but I silenced it. She meant it very differently.

“Why? Didn’t you… y’know?” I asked, not wanting to outright say it. She nodded against me.

“I did. I practically raped her. But, well, about a year ago, I got some tests done. My sperm is some kind mutant form or something. There’re chemicals in it that mess with some people’s minds. If someone comes into contact with too much of it, weird things might happen. Psychologically that is.” She explained to me.

“Like a parent falling in love with their child?” She nodded again.

“It only got worse after Stacy was born.” She said, almost shaking at the name. I didn’t need to know the whole story to guess who Stacy was to Fae. “And then my mum and dad stopped talking much, if they do it turns into a fight. She wants him gone so she’s alone with me.” I was used to her having a fairly strong tone of voice, like she exudes confidence, but now that was gone. She sounded terrified. I doubt she had let herself be in a room alone with her mum for more than a second at a time.

“Fae,” I began, using a finger to tilt her head up to me, “If it gets too hard for you, or something else happens, come to my place, okay?” In a corner of my mind, I remembered her talking to me very much like this when I had passed out before. Fae looked into my eyes, as if searching for any hint that I was lying. There was none. She latched onto me, head raised up and lips parted to meet my own. It was a kiss of love and passion, with no small amount of gratitude thrown in.

We made out like that for what felt like a full minute before pulling apart. She was panting, that all too familiar blush on her cheeks, and her eyes looked over my face wildly. It was like she was taking me in, engraving every curve and crevice of my face into her memory.

“Thank you.” She said, pouring as much emotion into those two words as she had into that kiss. Eventually, she calmed down and laid her head against my chest. I had moved us around so that we were laying down, with her on top and head on my breast.

“You can always count on me, especially since I’ve got a handle on myself now.” I told her. She chuckled, leaning up to kiss me again.

“Congrats by the way. What did you do anyway?” She asked, raising an eyebrow when I also blushed.

“A lot of work.” I told her, raising a hand and wiggling my fingers. A wide grin broke out on her face as she understood what that meant. Without a word, she pulled my hand towards her and sniffed at it. After what I had done, I had my doubts that I could truly wash away the scent of my pussy. She seemed to find it easily enough and began to lick at them, moaning lowly in her throat as the residual taste of my juices.

She ran her tongue flat across each of my fingers. Taking them in her mouth one by one, sucking on them as if to clean them of a spilt beverage. I could feel her saliva across my skin, dripping as she pulled off. How would she feel over one of my nipples? When my fingers were done, she began to lap at my palm, seeking to clean every inch of my hand. When she was satisfied, she grabbed a cloth from her bedside table and cleaned it of her spit.

“I wish I could have more.” She sighed. In my mind, I echoed her sentiments exactly. But we both knew not to at that point, for fear of Diana walking in or Fae losing control. For a moment, we laid there in silence. Fae seemed perfectly content to nuzzle into my breast, while my hand ran through her hair.

“Oh yeah,” She said, raising her head to look at me, “What was it you wanted to ask me?” I had almost forgotten about that myself.

I sat up, moving her away so that she could have a clear view of my torso. My breasts sat on my chest, supported by my bra, and their own defiance towards gravity. I took a breath, causing them to stand out even more.

“How do I look?” She seemed almost dumbfounded by the question, but answered all the same.

“Amazing. Like one of my wet dreams come to life.” She said, blushing a little at the comparison she used. I smiled at her, finding it oddly sweet.

“And,” I took another breath, arching my back slightly more to make my bust that much more pronounced, “How do you think I’d look if they were even bigger? Like say, an L cup?” I asked. It was impossible to miss the hunger in her eyes.

-Fae-

I was going to answer honestly. I reminded myself of that, as I mulled over her question. A J cup would be amazing, but what about a M cup? No, N, no, O, P, Q… Keep it together, Fae. I told myself internally. My mind turned to a famous Japanese porn star, Hitomi Tanaka, who measured as 32K. She was big, but my tastes when further than that. I looked Gale in the eyes. Be honest, I repeated mentally.

“If I had my way, you’d be at the end of the alphabet.” I blurted out in a rush, my face burning hotter than I’d ever felt before. If it weren’t for the fact that my house had very few safe havens, I would have run from the room. Gale’s eyes widened in surprise. She knew I was something of a breast enthusiast, but to what extent she hadn’t known.

“How would that even look on something?” She asked, genuinely curious, if a little amused. I didn’t answer, merely found my laptop and spent less than a minute searching for the correct images. I glanced at her, seeing her expression turn to one of amazed shock. On my screen were a series of women, all of which were had been altered in Photoshop, and each with breasts well over twice the size of hers, “Holy crap.” She said under her breath, leaning forward to see. When I looked at her properly, I caught her licking her lips in want.

These women weren’t the largest I had stored on my laptop. However, they were the only ones where their chests could even be construed as wieldy, despite many of them obscuring torsos and hips. None of these could hope to exist in reality, but I could hope. Gale was still looking at them as I scrolled through, her eyes drinking in every detail. I had hundreds, if not thousands, of these images so she had plenty to view. After several minutes, we came to the second-to-last image. I stopped there.

“That’s what I’d do if I could.” I told her, turning my head to fully take in her expression. She hadn’t said a word past ‘holy crap’.

“That’s… wow.” She said finally, unable to think of a better way to describe. She looked down to herself, and I could the wheels turning in her head, working to conjure the image of herself with breasts so big, they’d rest on her thighs while standing, and eat up the entirety of her lap when sitting. I could hardly stop myself from licking my lips at the thought.

“Yeah.” I confirmed, leaning back slightly. I soon regretted relaxing, as she noticed that there was one picture left. Gale was fast, putting her drum expertise to good use as her hand darted forward, pushing the next button. On my screen was a heavily altered image of her. She was smiling at the camera, that same smile I loved so much, eyes sparkling with life. Below that gorgeous expression, was her breasts.

I was a near pro with Photoshop. I had pursued the hobby in an effort to better fuel my fetish, since there were only so many giant breasted images out there. And Gale had become the subject of my learning efforts not long after we met. Now, I was good enough that I could potentially land a lucrative job as a graphics designer, but I chose to keep my talent hidden for the meantime. And the quality of the image before us showed this.

The Gale on screen sported a bust just as large as the prior women. I had put hours upon hours into it, possibly days-worth if I had bothered to keep count. She was clothed in the picture. It had taken me quite some time to get those down just right, to make it look like they had been naturally bought, or specifically tailored for clothing her. Her breasts hung out from under it, something I found personally erotic, with the underside of her boobs obscuring the top of her crotch. The colouration and texture of her breasts looked almost creepily realistic.

For good measure, I had widened her hips somewhat. Nonetheless, they were still greatly overshadowed by her breasts. If it weren’t for how absurd the size was, I doubt anyone would look at the image and think it was anything but real. Gale was fixated on it, before she turned to me.

“You’re seriously good.” She complimented me, assuming the picture to be my work. I blushed and looked away.

“Thanks.” It was all I could think to say. Eventually, Gale managed to pull her eyes from the screen.

“Fae?” She asked, making me look at her, “I can’t go this big,” She told me. I nodded, knowing full well just how impossibly ridiculous these sizes were, “Not right now, at least.” She added, causing me to look at her in shock. My mouth dropped open and my eyes threatened to pop out of my sockets.

“You-You… you can’t be serious?” I stammered in complete and utter disbelief. She shook her head, raising a hand to her chest.

“I am, honest. It’s fast, I know, but just looking at those…” She licked her lips, “I want it. But, it’s not feasible. I wouldn’t be able to live, not normally at least. Or even move for that matter.” She told me. I nodded, understanding full well, “But, I think if we play our cards right, we could make it work. You’d be the bread-winner though.” She told me, smiling. I couldn’t stop myself as I put the laptop aside to effectively tackle her, pressing my lips to hers.

“I’m more than fine with that. I fucking love you, Gale. I mean it. I’m going to work harder, get a better job and I’ll make it so we can live together with your giant tits.” I practically bawled, the words tumbling out of my mouth uncontrollably. She laughed at my enthusiasm, kissing me deeply.

“I love you too.” She said. I heard so many emotions in those words; worry about the future, anxiety towards her decision, but above it all there was love. We’d known each other for quite some time now, but only been dating for a few weeks. But that seemed more than enough. I loved this woman, and she loved me. Physical attraction may be a large part of our relationship, but it only enhanced our overall love for each other.

I had meant every word I had said. I would put away money for years if I had to, all so we could be together and have whatever we needed to support each other. Not only that, but so I could support our family when the inevitable happened. And last, but not least, the wedding. My heart pounded in my chest like a jackhammer. It was too soon, I thought, but threw the idea aside and locked it up. There was no way I was about to lose this courage I had suddenly found.

“Gale,” I began, swallowing audibly. She looked me in the eyes, unblinking. “Will you… will you marry me?” I asked, before any part of my mind could even try to stop me.

-Gale-

“Will you… will you marry me?” I could hear those words replaying in my mind. I had heard them just thirty minutes ago, back in Fae’s room. I was in my car now, driving back to my apartment. I hadn’t had a chance to respond since Diana had walked inside. Fae had shut down immediately, moving away from me like I had a thousand watts shooting through my body. Diana had said that Fae apparently had a curfew for how long people could stay around.

As much as it pained me, I didn’t want to outstay my welcome. I had looked at Fae, seeing a desire to fight back in her eyes, but she was scared. Even after what she’d told me, I knew there was something else to this. I had managed to get Diana out of the room so I could say goodbye.

“I’ll see you soon.” I told Fae, raising her head to look me in the eye. Without another word, I had kissed her. When I pulled back, she was almost crying.

“Gale-” She was cut off by a curt knock at the door, Diana’s voice coming through to remind me that it was time to go. Fae looked scared, mouthing the words ‘don’t go’. Just what was her mother going to do to her? Very quickly, I leaned down to her ear.

“I’ll be outside, driving around, call or text me if anything happens.” I didn’t care that most of the story remained unknown to me, I only wanted her to know that I was close. That she could rely on me. Fae nodded, watching me with wide eyes as I left.

That’s what I was doing now. Driving half way back to my apartment, before returning to the neighbourhood, keeping a watchful eye on Fae’s house. Her room had a window facing out into the street, and I could see her every now and then, looking out. She caught sight of me from time to time, waving to me as I drove by. I would send her a text, asking if everything was okay. She’d always reply with a ‘yes’ and a ‘wish you were here’. Neither of us mentioned her proposal.

After a while, I could feel sleep tugging at my eyes. I gave one more go around, but saw nothing out of place. I sent her a text, waiting outside of her house until she replied. Everything seemed just fine, so I headed back home with the understanding that she was to tell me as soon as anything happened. She promised me.

Worried as I was, I needed to get some sleep. So, after driving around for hours, I got home. It still reeked, in the best way, from my three days of masturbation. As I laid down in bed, under some newly cleaned covers, I couldn’t get Fae out of my mind. It wasn’t just the marriage proposal, though I felt my beat skip a beat each time I replayed those words in my head, but also how scared she had seemed of her mother. Just what was Diana capable of?

My eyes remained open for at least another hour. My eyelids were heavy, like small weights had been attached to them, and my vision wasn’t exactly crystal clear either. However, sleep won out over the worry, though it refused to leave me. Even in my dreams.

-Fae-

I couldn’t keep myself from shaking. I was terrified. Of what I had asked Gale, of what I feared my mother had heard, of what I knew she could do. Each day that I came home, I fled to my room, barely saying hello to her. In the past two years, she had somehow learned to become manipulative, more so than the most deceitful politician. When I would come home from college, she would be there, with a sweet smile and an intense spark in her eye. At first, I enjoyed the attention. Then it started to go too far.

She would begin to touch me. I had been somewhat naïve until about a year ago, and I hadn’t thought much of the times that she would run her hand down my back, or cup my butt. I had known they weren’t entirely innocent, but I was just enjoying the attention, and the evidence that I was apparently forgiven for taking her without consent. Then she began to try and get me erect.

Her hand would begin to zero in on my crotch. At first, I’d let her do what she wanted, but stop when I felt my control slipping. Then, she began to get more forceful. When I would try to walk away, she would keep me there, whether with promises of platonic affection, or using physical force. That was when I began to fear her. Around that time, I started to keep our interactions short. Hello, goodbye, what’s for dinner etc.

Then she started showing. While I had been keeping to myself for much of my college days, I hadn’t been entirely against relationships. But, after my mum, I would actively avoid any prospect of finding a girlfriend. Then, I realised I might be a ‘dad’ and I attempted to shut myself in. I would show up for classes and that was it.

When I graduated with below my projected grades, I felt miserable. My mum was in her final trimester at this stage, and the fact that I might be a ‘father’ soon was bordering on devastating. I was terrified. Then my mum sat me down. What she said to me is why I shut down around her now.

-1 year ago-

“Fae, honey, can I talk to you?” She’d asked, standing in my doorway. I jumped at the sound of her voice, minimising my Photoshop app. At this point, I was still learning much of it, but my fixation on Gale was very much alive. During college, I had been working at the store part-time, but at this time I was able to move onto a full-time position. I wanted to say no to her, but she had a mostly neutral expression. She didn’t appear to want to try anything. So I nodded and stood up.

By this point of her pregnancy, she was being forced to waddle around most places. Her hands often rested on her middle, either to calm the child within, or to help support it. We sat in the living room, the TV off and silence hanging thick in the air. Then Mum broke the silence, her words like a blade cutting through the quiet.

“I’m going to divorce your father.” She said, causing my eyes to go wide in shock. While I wasn’t particularly close to my dad, I still loved him as any daughter would, and could hardly imagine him being gone.

“What?!” I almost shouted in surprise. Mum was perfectly cool, like she had rehearsed all of this, including my words.

“I’m going to divorce your father,” She repeated, “I don’t feel anything for him anymore. In fact, he practically disgusts me now. And I have an offer for you.” She said, hardly giving me a chance to process what was being said.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked. I had seen how my parents were; they could hardly keep their hands off each other. Even when they fought, the next day they would be right as rain. Granted, I had noticed their passion for one another dwindling over the past year, but I didn’t think it was this bad. Her face remained perfectly composed.

“About me divorcing your father, or my offer?” She queried. I could hardly understand how she could maintain her calm. I’d have been in tears just at the mere idea of saying goodbye to someone I had promised to love in sickness and in health.

“B-Both!” My voice had raised now, trying to get some emotion out of her.

“Like I said, Honey, I just don’t feel the same way for your father as I used to. He’s a slob and doesn’t nearly cut it for me physically or mentally.” She explained, her voice remaining almost totally monotone, with the exception of the slight bitterness in her tone. Even the way she spoke felt like it was being spoken by a computer. Matter of fact, no emotion. I could only look at her in shock. Seeing that I wasn’t responding, she continued.

“My offer for you, Sweetie, is for us to make a new life together.”

“What… what are you talking about?” I asked, leaning away from her now. I was more than ready to run out of the room, out of the house even.

“I mean; I know a guy. He can set us up a whole new life, in a place where no one knows we’re mother and daughter.” I saw where she was going and was on my feet in an instant.

“No, okay? I told you didn’t I? We can’t be that way. I lost control once, and that’s it. I’m sorry for doing that to you, but please,” I pleaded, “Just understand that I don’t want to be in a relationship with my fucking mother!” I shouted the last words, hoping that might get through to her. I watched her face the entire time, unable to believe my eyes when I saw that she was unfazed by this. When she was sure I had finished, she spoke.

“Fae, I understand how you feel, but try to understand how I feel. The things you did to me,” I shuddered when she reminded me, “No woman on this Earth could forget them. And with this,” She lovingly caressed her massive stomach, “I think this was meant to be.” She reminded me of a religious leader, or a blind cultist. If that was the case, then what was I? Her Goddess?

Chances are, several people would jump at this. Having someone hot worship them like they were a deity, and have sex whenever they wanted it? Sounds like a dream. But for me, I had no desire for it. If it was Gale offering this, I’d have jumped at it in a heartbeat. But this was my mother? The woman who had looked after since before I was a baby.

“No.” I said again, “It was a mistake. A big one, I’ll admit, but a mistake nonetheless.” I tried to reason with her. The look on her face was all I needed to tell I wasn’t getting through.

“Think about it, Fae. Why would you lose control at that specific time? Why would you hold yourself together until the exact moment I knocked on your door? And why would you try so hard to keep inside of me when you came?” She asked, sounding exactly like someone trying to convert another person to their beliefs.

“Mum,” I said, voice beginning to quiver, “Just listen to me. If you love me like you think you do, let this go. I’m not going to reciprocate your feelings, and I never will. Okay? We’re mother and daughter. That’s it. If that’s my child, I’ll help raise them, but we are not going to have a relationship like that.” I told her, trying to keep my voice and gaze steady. My mum stood up and walked up to me.

I wasn’t about to back away. She was pregnant, so I wasn’t worried about her using actual force on me.

“I think you need to see just how much you’re made for me.” She told me, voice as creepy as could possibly be. For a second I looked at her confused, when I felt something jab into my side. I looked down and saw her depressing a syringe into me. I stared at her, wide-eyed. I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she’d done, when I felt a familiar heat rush over me. It was faster and stronger than normal though, not giving me a chance to even think of what it was. I felt my cock harden rapidly, sticking out from my pants like a lighthouse in the dark.

“You drugged me.” I stated in disbelief, before my control slipped. My mum didn’t get a chance to respond, before she was on her knees with my cock in her face. I don’t remember much after that, except for waking up early in the morning in my mum’s bed. With her cuddled up to me like a puppy. I ran to my room and shut the door, barricading it with my body. When I felt I was safe, I let the tears come.

-Present-

My own mother went that far just to try and prove something to me. She hadn’t done it again, but the threat was there. If it weren’t for the fact that I was keeping my word and helping support Stacy, my daughter – she had none of my dad’s features, I would’ve moved out almost a year ago. I wanted to move in with Gale, but it felt too soon. Although, I had proposed to her just hours earlier. I looked at the phone in my hand.

One call is all it’d take. Ask to her to drive down here. I’d sneak out with all that I needed, and we’d live together. My mum didn’t know where Gale lived, so we’d be safe. My thumb was already beginning to scroll through my contacts, seeking out her name. I stopped before I pushed the call button.

She’d be asleep by now. If I had to guess, she’d been masturbating the past three days, non-stop. Anyone would need a lot of beauty sleep after that. I put my phone down and sat on my bed, looking over my room. Would Gale let me live with her? I’m sure she’d say yes. As I looked around, I thought about the idea of this being the last night here, I felt no apprehension about it. Since my mum went crazy, I had felt less and less like this was my room. It scared me just being here.

Despite my fears, I soon found myself laying down. My eyes began to droop shut, unable to keep up the strength to stay awake. I didn’t like letting my guard down here. Every night, I’d get a few hours’ sleep at most, more if I knew my mum had passed out early. This night would be no different. As my eyes drew shut for the last time, I swore I saw my door open. But it was too late. I was gone.

Chapter 9 - Dicks Galore

-Gale-

Fae had told me everything. Honestly, I should be mad at her for all the reasons she listed, but I couldn’t find the emotion. I was just glad that she was being honest with me and that I finally knew why all of this had been happening to me. I did mean what I said when I told her she would make it up to me, and I intended for her to do just that within the next ten minutes. I pressed harder into her and deepened the kiss.

She made no move to get away. I had felt her body tighten in surprise, but she was more than eager to continued. Our hands found one another, entwining together as our tongues met and attempted to subjugate the other. I pulled one hand from hers, reaching between our bodies and finding her crotch. She yelped slightly into the kiss, but didn’t resist me. We both wanted… no, needed this.

We pulled back and looked each other in the eye.

“Bedroom, now.” I said and she only nodded, letting me lead her by the hand. I glanced back at her, seeing her pants beginning to stretch around her erection. I hadn’t gotten a good grasp of its size before, but I was going to change that very soon. Even now, I could see it had to be one of the biggest penises I’d ever seen, despite not even being half-hard. Throughout the car ride and what Fae had told me, I had been sitting on a building lust.

It was like saucepan full of water with a flame beneath it. For a while, it had been sitting calmly; still and serene. But now, after remaining calm for so long, it was ready to boil over. I wasn’t sure if it was the same lust I had been feeling all week, or if it was a product of nearly going all the way with Fae earlier. It didn’t matter though, I wanted her more than I had in the two years since I met her. And she reciprocated my desire.

In my bedroom, it was nigh impossible to keep our hands off each other. Our shirts all but flew off, freeing my abundant breasts for Fae to grope. Her hands quickly found my inhumanly large nipples, wrapping around them like a pair of cocks. They were nothing compared to her cock however. My hands slipped down the waistband of her pants, searching for, and finding, her hardening prick. Jesus H. Fuck, it was big. My hand could barely wrap around it.

And it was still mostly soft. I could feel my pussy moisten at the feel of it, while Fae’s dick gave a lurch in my hand. Our lips never parted, even as we fell atop my bed. We only pulled apart so I could pull down her pants. I hadn’t tasted cock in years, and never a girl’s before, so I was more than eager to get a taste of it. I sat her down on my bed as I kneeled down in front of her.

“You sure about this?” She panted, eyes glazed over with lust. I was eye level with her cock, despite it still being somewhat limp. Beneath it hung her sac, which looked be stuff with two tennis balls, the flesh taut around them. How did she hide this monster? Her cock was already at least 9 inches long, and almost just as thick around. It had to be 2 ½ inches wide. I licked my lips at the sight, swallowing nervously.

“Yeah, I want you.” I affirmed, gripping it in my hand and lifting it. As I leaned in, I couldn’t help but breath in deeply through my nose, her heady musk seeming to find its way directly into my brain. My mouth felt wet, though my throat was parched. I squeezed it as I stroked the still growing length, managing to get a drop of her pre-cum to bead at the tip. My eyes immediately locked on it, my tongue lolling out as I leaned in to lick it up. The fluid was thick, its taste a strong mix of sweet and salty. I instantly wanted more.

I opened my mouth wide as possible. I looked up, seeing Fae watching me as intently as a hawk eyeing its prey. No sense in making her wait for the main event. With a lingering sense of worry, I pushed forward and engulfed the head of her cock. My eyes never left hers, until her head flew back with a loud gasp aimed at the ceiling.

“It’s been way too long.” She moaned. Her cock pulsed in my mouth, gaining an inch in length and half as much around. My mouth was stretched almost to its limit. I had always had a pretty large mouth, not in the talkative way, but physically. So I was able to at least take her girth fairly comfortably. But she wasn’t even hard yet, despite the fact that I could feel her blood pumping into her shaft, she was still pretty soft. I was going to change that.

With a deep breath, I pushed myself further forward. I could feel her prick sliding across my tongue, her girth forcing it down flat, its taste washing over my taste buds. Her cock’s strangely feminine appearance was gradually becoming marred by her veins, now standing out from the skin of her shaft. I could feel them with my tongue, the muscle running over them in an effort coax even more blood into Fae’s prick. I wanted her hard as rock for me.

Fae was breathing heavily above me. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was worried about giving into her desires, but there was an overwhelming want in her gaze as well. Even as I sucked on her ever hardening length, I made the decision for her. I reached up with a hand, moving it to her balls and cupping the heavy orbs. I could practically feel her seed churning inside of them, but my goal lay beyond them. I looked up at her as I found her pussy.

The look on her face as my fingers slipped into her folds was priceless. Despite having my mouth thoroughly stretched around her, I managed a semi-decent smile. I continued to lightly tease her lower lips as I continued to push deeper on her now hard cock, though it wasn’t done growing, I felt it pressing at the entrance to my throat. As I had said before, it’d been quite some time since I’d even seen a cock in reality, as such my gag reflex was in full effect. As I pushed down further, I felt her head trigger it. I gagged loudly and pulled back.

As I did so, I moved my spare hand to her prick. I stroked it, working my copious spittle into her skin and making her shaft slick. My other hand didn’t cease its movements either, my fingertips dipping into her underappreciated hole. Fae moaned low at the sensation, finally relinquishing her control and letting her lust have its way with her. As I masturbated her cock, leaning my head down to her balls and lathering them in my spit, I watched as it grew to its full glory. Oh my fucking god…

I paused in my ministrations. Pulling away from her, I gazed up at her cock like someone who had been wandering the desert for days on end who look at water. I almost didn’t believe it, but I was holding it in my hands. My saliva dripped from it, the skin glistening from the sticky fluid. My hand continued to pump it, feeling her soft foreskin over that rock hard flesh. Her taste was thick in my mouth, screaming at me to get another dose of it.

“You like?” Fae asked with an amused chuckle. I couldn’t say anything and let my actions speak for me. I breathed in deeply and dove back onto her cock… her 13’’ long, 10’’ thick and 3’’ wide cock. No woman on earth had a dick like this, or man for that matter. And it was mine. Well, Fae’s, but for the rest of this night it was mine. With no regard for my own comfort, I began to bob back and forth on her prick, pushing myself until I gagged and pulling back. Each time I let her slip out, I would move to her balls. It wasn’t long before they too glistened with my abundant spit.

I began to slowly push two fingers inside of her pussy. Her walls were tight, attempting to crush my fingers, and I soon came into contact with her hymen. She was a virgin. Unsurprising, since I knew she was solely interested in the female sex, although I’m surprised she hadn’t torn it with a tampon or when she played with herself. Then again, from what she told me, she had spent much of her life preventing herself from achieving erection. This would change when I introduced her to my collection. If I recall correctly, I had a sizable strap-on in one of my boxes.

Fae was moaning louder now. Her breaths coming faster. I could feel her cock throbbing on my tongue, as I shoved it deeper into my throat, my gag reflex being shoved to the corners of my mind as I forced myself down. I could feel my gullet stretching around her. In retrospect, I’m sure the shape of her burgeoning prick was bulging from my neck. The mere thought of it sent shivers of pure want through my body.

She was getting close. Her balls were throbbing against my hand as my fingers explored her pussy, and her cock was pulsing just as powerfully in my mouth, the feeling of it pulsating deep within my throat something I knew I would have to do again sometime soon. I could hear her breathing continuing to ramp up, her moans were more frequent and becoming higher pitched, while her hips began thrusting to meet my lips. I caught sight of her hands twitching in longing and I stopped moving.

She seemed to understand my intentions. Her hands shot to my head and I relaxed my jaw as best I could, likewise I made sure that my gag reflex was pushed aside and put my hands on her balls, massaging the heavy orbs. With a couple of heavy breaths, as if counting down, she held my head tight in her hands and began to thrust. She didn’t build up, already close to her climax, her pace akin to a jackhammer and only increasing. I could only kneel there and take it.

Despite my best efforts, I gagged repeatedly. However, due to Fae’s rapid fire thrusts, I didn’t have a chance to experience the discomfort for long. Spit flew everywhere, bathing her cock and balls, while splattering my chin and cheeks. I would be filthy after this. My pussy clenched around air at the thought, wanting nothing more than to feel those thrusts. Soon, I promised myself as Fae began to give short cries in time with every other thrust.

Her thrusts became erratic. She would hold inside my throat for several seconds, then pull back slow and thrust hard. Finally, she called out her ecstasy to any who could listen as her overwhelming cock thickened and pulsed rapidly, her balls sending scalding hot cum up her inhuman length. I kept my eyes open and wide, despite the tears streaming down my cheeks to mix with my spit, looking up into hers. Fae’s cum raced through her shaft and sprayed almost directly into my stomach.

The first blast was undoubtedly the largest. I could feel it fill my stomach almost to capacity. Her release didn’t come in spurts, the flow merely ebbing, before gushing once again. I felt my belly expand as her next spray filled me. Part of me feared that the viscous fluid would start to rise back up my oesophagus, but it never happened, the tube plugged by Fae’s cock. My stomach continued to grow outwards with each spurt.

Fuck, how much could she cum? I must’ve swallowed at least a gallon by now, but she wasn’t stopping yet. Not only that, but I could tell that her balls had visibly shrunk. She must’ve waited well over a year for this. Despite the swelling to my middle, I continued to swallow around her cock, effectively milking her of her cum. Finally, she gave a satisfied gasp and fell back, her cock drawing out of my throat deliciously. I took several deep breaths upon having my airways freed.

I could taste cum on my tongue. Every time I exhaled, the flavour would be refreshed, seeming to coat every square inch of my mouth. I couldn’t help licking all around, trying to gather up any remnants of her orgasm. When I was finished, I leaned back on my hands and looked down at my gut. Partially from the lack of oxygen, I couldn’t help giggling at the sight of my swollen gut. Most people got beer bellies, I had a cum belly. Fae was laughing as well.

“That was…” She trailed off, failing to find any word to effectively describe the experience. Even so, I still answered.

“Yeah.” After a while, I climbed onto the bed, lying beside her. She smiled at me, still completely in control, “You still got control?” I asked, curious. She nodded, smiling happily. The afterglow of her orgasm mixed with her joy at being able to enjoy this moment mixing together delightfully.

“Yeah. I don’t know why, but I am. Not that it’s gonna stop me from fucking you silly.” She said with clear conviction. I was about to reply, when I felt a sudden burning in my chest.

-Fae-

Gale gave a sudden pained gasp, her hands clutching at her chest. I was sitting up in an instant, rolling her onto her side.

“Gale? Gale?” I asked, concerned. Her face was turning red, her breaths were short and fast. I placed a hand on her forehead; she was burning up. Shit, shit, shit. This must be the pills, I thought. I looked around, there had to be something I could do to at least lessen the pain she was in. As I went to move away, she grabbed my arm. I looked at her. Her bottom lip was trembling, and she mouthed to me ‘don’t go’. I nodded and held her hands.

Her back arched up, pushing her chest out as she writhed about. Just what kind of pain was she in? As I watched over her, trying to think of a way to help, I noticed her nipples. They were incredibly large, far bigger than I’d seen on any human. If someone had told me about someone with nipples like these, I would’ve thought it to be a turn off, but here, with it in front of me, I found they enhanced Gale’s expansive bosom. And now, they were visibly twitching. With each movement, I noticed they looked a touch larger.

My eyes were glued to the sight. How could they not be? It’s not every day that you see your girlfriend’s nipples, or anyone’s for that matter, growing right before your eyes. By my estimate they had been about 5’’, but were already 6 or 7 now. And, as I squinted my eyes slightly, their tips were beginning to look kind of bulbous. Almost like the head of a cock. Gale’s hands gripped at her breasts, as if to try and get an itch without scratching. I replaced her hands, hoping to soothe any pain she felt. As I did so, I felt a lump… no two… three? Another.

I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. Whatever this was, it held my interest, even as my mind screamed for me to call an ambulance. Gale could be rapidly developing some form of cancer, and here I was just massaging her breasts in an effort to give her some relief. As I continued to do so, I noticed her nipples were now almost as big as my cock. My eyes widened at the sight of them, seeing a definitive phallus shape developing now. My attention returned to her breasts.

I had found several orb-like lumps within each of them. It didn’t seem possible, but… Gale was growing a pair of cocks from her tits, which housed at least four or five testicles each. That was my best guess. At the thought, I brought one hand to my arm and pinched the skin. Hard. I yelped in pain, the sound lost to Gale as she was lost in her torment. This wasn’t a dream. It was happening.

I remembered the pills. I rummaged through her pockets, grabbing the bottles and finding the one labelled Reducto. As I studied, searching for any sign that they might cause this, I noticed the label was peeling off. I would expect to see the plastic container beneath, but I saw another label. Without hesitation, I peeled the Reducto label off, seeing it as a new word came to my attention: Breasticles.

“What the fuck?” I said aloud. I looked to Gale, who had all but passed out in her pain. I walked out of the room, pulling my phone out of my pocket and speed dialling Blare’s number. Despite the time, 2:23AM, she picked up shortly.

“Hello, Fae. How’re-” I cut her off.

“Gale’s growing fucking dicks out of her nipples!” I shouted into the receiver. Blare, like always, remained aggravatingly calm.

“Oh my, that shouldn’t be. Perhaps it’s an allergic reaction to the Reduc-” Once again, I cut her off.

“Cut the shit, you lying bitch. You gave her something called Breasticles. I have no idea what the hell you’re playing at-” It was her turn to cut me off.

“Listen, Fae. I did exactly what you wanted me to do. I gave you something that would stop her growth. Did you read what it says? No, I suppose not. Breasticles was designed to do exactly as I said; counter the effects of the other drug. It turns the breast growth into something entirely different. You got what you wanted, just not in the way you expected.” She explained to me. I was at a loss for words. There was no way I could accuse of her lying to me. All she’d done was the same thing I had with Gale; held back the truth. Finally, I found some words.

“What about the pills you gave me?”

“Don’t worry, dear, those are perfectly safe. Just don’t take too many and you’ll be fine.”

“What if I… say, took three in one day after being dosed up with a potent aphrodisiac? Hypothetically of course.”

“A little specific for it to be hypothetical wouldn’t you say?”

“Just answer the question.” I said, impatient to get this over with.

“I can’t honestly say for certain. My best guess is that you’d see a rather exponential growth spurt, perhaps something else due to the aphrodisiac. Though I doubt it’d be something as extreme as growing another penis. Perhaps some testicular growth or a heightened libido. Keep in mind that none of this is an exact science.” She told me. I groaned and decided to finish this.

“Okay. Thank you, Blare.” I said and hung up. I went back to Gale, to find her laying peacefully, no longer writhing in pain. Her nipples appeared to have finished their transformation… though I couldn’t see them. I frowned as I walked up to her. She looked at me as I sat on the bed.

“Hey.” She said, voice somewhat hoarse after the abuse it had seen.

“Hey. How you feeling?” I asked.

“Weird. I know they’re there,” She said, nodding towards her breasts, which hadn’t changed in size or shape, “Inside of my tits. Like they’re just sitting there, waiting for something.” She reached up, placing a hand on her currently inverted nipple. She moved down her breast, feeling something beneath the surface. Not just her assortment of balls. She nodded, “Right there.” I felt along the area as well, feeling what I knew to be one of her new cocks.

“How… How do you feel about having them?” I asked, concerned for how she would feel towards this. It didn’t help that it was my fault for trusting Blare.

“I… I really don’t know. They’re weird but, I mean, I guess they could be kind of fun. I’d be lying if I said that I’ve never thought about what it’d be like to have a dick. Just never like this.” She explained, eyes only on her breasts.

“So, you don’t really mind?” She shook her head.

“They’re easy to hide and like I said, could be fun.” I took a deep breath.

“I-It was my fault as well.” I told her, looking away from her, though I saw her turn her head to face me, “That ‘Reducto’ was actually this weird thing called Breasticles. It was made to stop your growth by focusing it on something else.” I explained. How many times was I going to admit to something today? Gale sat up and pulled me into her arms.

“It’s alright. You didn’t know did you?” She asked, to which I nodded, “Then it’s not your fault. You wanted to help me, that’s all. Blare just screwed you over.” I gave a small chuckle.

“Yeah, she did… wonder what’s gonna happen to me next.” I said, thinking about how many pills I’d taken today, mixed with the aphrodisiac still faintly in my system. Gale nodded, her hand running through my hair.

“It’ll be okay. If it gets out of hand, we’ll just live together here, a pair of women with a trio of giant dicks between them.” She said, making me smile. I wonder if I could live without her now.

Chapter 11 - The Show Begins

-Fae-

“Oh god, yes! Gale, more, take it deeper. Use your tongue, use it… there... oh fuck!” I cried, my eyes shut tight and my hands a blur on my cock. The image of Gale in my mind was one of complete beauty. Her face was slavered in spit and pre-cum, her hair matted with it, while her eyes looked upon me with a hunger only for my cock and cum. I had her mouth stretched wide around me, every pussy-breaking inch of my shaft engulfed in her famished maw. She even had her own cock teasing my oft neglected cunt.

I had been like this for several minutes now. My own hands trying, in vain, to convey the sensations my mind was generating. I could feel my prick thickening, gaining inches in girth before, finally, I felt my orgasm rip its way through me. This was often my favourite part. The sensation of thick seed rushing from my sac, through my shaft, and then spraying from my cock one that I could easily grow addicted to. All thoughts were obliterated from my mind as my climax blazed into existence.

My mind’s eye crafted the perfect image for me. Gale swallowing desperately around my dick, while her own cocks sprayed their load, at the same time her stomach would begin to bloat with my seed. Bigger and bigger, she would swell, until she looked heavy with child. Even then, my orgasm would continue and make her even larger. However, I couldn’t quite manage that. In reality, I believe I released about 2 gallons’ worth of cum. Not quite enough to fulfil my fantasies.

It wasn’t until I came out of my orgasm induced haze, that I realised the mess I’d made. Thick, white viscous fluid was everywhere. Fortunately, Gale’s bedroom was mostly free of any expensive possessions, but that didn’t mean her furniture and floor were spared. I had laid back at the apex of my climax, releasing at least half of my unbelievable load into the air, only for it to rain down upon me, and Gale’s bed. I moved my arm, finding a large portion of her sheets were soaked already.

I wasn’t in any better shape. Massive splatters of cum were gradually drying on my skin, almost a third of my body was practically lost beneath the thick liquid. It felt oddly like jelly, I thought as I raised a finger to touch it. Just how much sperm was in each drop of this? I wondered, curious as to whether it would even be possible for me not to impregnate someone now. I would flood any woman’s uterus and most likely her ovaries while I was at it.

My thoughts naturally turned to Gale. The web cam shows she’d suggested would no doubt be a decent enough way for us to make income, but I had my doubts as to whether it could support both of us, and a child when the time came. We’d need some way to get more cash if we were going to work from home. And I might have just the way.

For the next 30 minutes, I was furiously typing away at my laptop. I was looking at any and all sites that advertised jobs for graphic designers. While I preferred to work on my own passions in Photoshop, I had naturally dabbled in other stuff, such as character creations, web design and other such professions. They weren’t my forte, but I was more than proficient. Soon enough, I had sent out dozens of applications to everyone in need of a designer. A lot of these were Kickstarter campaigns in need of designers.

For those, I always made it known that I needed to be paid up front. At least partially. I had heard more than enough stories about crowdfunding falling through and employees not getting paid for their work. All I had to do was sit back and wait. I was confident enough in my abilities that I wasn’t too worried about receiving rejections, at least not for every single application. That would be a real blow to my confidence.

I had just finished, when I heard the front door open. I knew it was Gale and, oddly enough, that reminded me to take one of the pills. My cock was already too big to effectively hide in public – flaccid it’s a good 9’’ long and 5’’ around. My balls didn’t shrink much either – as such I figured, why not? Gale had made it known that she liked the idea of growth, whether it’s mine or hers, so I decided I’d at least start now. As I held the bottle of pills I thought how much I’d grown after taking three in quick succession.

I didn’t have the aphrodisiac in my system. Evidenced by the fact that my cock wasn’t hard in the slightest at the moment. Nonetheless, I’d expect that taken three times the recommended dose would yield rather impressive results. I shook the thoughts from my head, deciding I’d ask Gale about them. I set aside my laptop and stood.

“Whoa.” I gasped, feeling my cumbersome balls slap against my thighs. They really were massive, though not quite big enough that I wouldn’t be able to walk comfortably. However, the weight was rather impressive. I figured each testicle had to weigh about 6 or 7lbs, and I had basically just cum as well. My cock also had to weigh at least a couple of pounds. Damn.

I hadn’t weighed myself in a while. The last time I did, I had been about 125-128lbs, or 57 kilos. But now, I had to be about 140lbs, give or take. Pretty damn substantial, even though none of it was due to an increase in fat. Though the same could probably be said for Gale, who was dealing at least as much as I was, if not more. At the same time though, I didn’t entirely feel the weight of my grown endowments. I knew it was there, but it didn’t encumber me.

“That’s nifty.” I said, still partially riding the high of my orgasm. With that, I walked out to the living room. Gale was sitting on the couch, eying a bottle filled with an all too familiar item; pills, “Everything okay?” I asked, moving up to her. She looked at me, an expression of guilt on her face, but she smiled all the same.

“You look like you had fun.” She noted, glancing at my cum splattered body. It’d dried now, caked on my body. I shrugged.

“Had to entertain myself somehow. So, what’re those?” I asked, nodding at the bottle.

“I, uh, I met up with Blare,” She said, sounding as if she had done something very wrong, “And uh, she gave me these so I could stretch out. For you.” My brows raised at that.

“Whoa, really? That’s great!” I said. I hadn’t thought about it consciously, but somewhere in the back of my mind, the thought of how we would actually have sex had weighed heavily on me.

“Yeah,” She replied, though without the enthusiasm I had, “But I had to do something to get them.” I didn’t need to be a psychiatrist or anything like that to tell she was nervous about this. I sat down beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders. A difficult thing since she was a good two or three inches taller than me. I didn’t actually know her specific height.

“It’s okay. I don’t care what you had to do. You did it for us, right?” She nodded, “Then it doesn’t matter.”

“I’m not so sure.” She said. I raised a hand and put it on her cheek, turning her head to face me. I leaned up and kissed her.

“Like I said it doesn’t matter.” Her anxious gulp was audible; I probably could’ve been standing in the doorway and heard it.

“I… I had sex with Blare.” She whispered, but the words were clear. Gale turned her head away from me, eyes glassy. This was really tearing her up inside, I thought. Before any tears could fall, I pulled her head back mine, our lips meeting quickly. For a moment, I felt her trying to pull away, but I kept her in place. She needed to know that I didn’t care about what she’d done. I continued to kiss her, pressing myself against her. Eventually, she responded, her mouth opening to allow my tongue entry.

When I pulled back, she was panting. I could see a tear running down her cheek, but her eyes were mostly clear now.

“Got it?” I asked, despite having said nothing. She only nodded and smiled up at me, leaning forwards to kiss me again.

“I forgot to get the camera stuff.” She said, grinning sheepishly. I chuckled and moved us so that we were laying on the couch. Her on top of me, with her head between her breasts, her own pressing against me like two deliciously soft pillows.

“That’s okay. It’s still early,” I glanced at the clock she had on the hall, hanging above the hallway entrance; 11:47AM, “So we can do it later.” She nodded against me, arms around me.

“So… how was it?” She asked, moving a hand to my cock. I was still naked and covered in dried cum.

“Intense,” I said, “Amazing, ecstatic, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” They were the only words I could think to describe it. The sensations had been very different than what I was used, but they were somewhat familiar. Far stronger than what I’d felt before.

“Good to hear.” She said, voice deliberately husky, “Because I have a pretty good idea for our first show.”

“Oh?” I asked, intrigued, “What’s that?” She grinned seductively, moving to straddle me.

“Well,” As she spoke, she ran her hands down my filth covered body, “I’m thinking that you, and your big, pussy-stretching cock,” Her hand found my dick, squeezing around it, “Will fuck me into submission,” I could feel blood pumping into my cock now, “And then,” She leaned down to whisper in my ear, “You’re going to cum in me and make me pregnant with your child.” That was the final straw and blood rushed to my prick, swelling it to full erection in record time, “But not right now.” She said quickly, pulling away and standing up.

I wasn’t sure exactly what expression I had on, but it made her laugh.

“Fucking cock-tease.” I muttered, making her chuckle again.

“Don’t worry, you can do whatever you want as soon as we’ve got everything set up.” She said, walking into the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water. I merely let my head lean on the armrest of her couch, enjoying the strangely nice sensations of having dried semen on my naked body. Eventually, Gale came back, sitting at my feet and taking a mouthful from her glass. Her hand found my foot, absentmindedly massaging it. I could’ve laid there for hours.

But we had things to do unfortunately. Gale finished her water, taking one of the stretchy pills as she drank, and stood to head out again. Part of me wanted to make her stay, but I knew my desire had to be tamed, for a period of time at least, so we could live happily. Webcam shows, I thought. If we could make a good living out of it, with my graphics work on the side, then I can see us having one hell of a life together. And she wanted a kid tonight! Okay, she wanted one in the oven, but still.

That thought alone was almost enough to bring my cock to erection. But it would have to wait until later. She wanted this on film as well. I could feel my inner exhibitionist sing at the idea. Maybe we could document her pregnancy? Pictures, video… what if she had twins? Oh I can see her now, swelling almost day by day.

Calm it down, Fae. I told myself. Save it for tonight. Oh, what a night it’ll be. As Gale left, I waved goodbye and blew a kiss, which she gleefully caught. As soon as she left I decided I needed to get some rest for later. I returned to her bedroom, our bedroom I reminded myself, and laid down. I didn’t care about the damp sheets or the smell of cum. Soon enough I was breathing deeply and asleep. Not too deeply, but asleep nonetheless.

-Gale-

I felt like shit when I walked into my apartment. I wanted nothing more than to disappear into my bedroom and hide under the covers, away from Fae’s eyes. But I chose the couch instead, sitting on it and hiding my head in my hands. Fae was just down a short hallway. I should just go to her and tell her everything that happened, but I was scared. She had told me about her family and her life problems, but it wasn’t like she had cheated on me. It felt like a betrayal more than anything.

Why did I do it? There had to be other ways to stretch myself out. I could just work myself up to it, buy bigger dildos, gradually building up to her size. But no, I was impatient, I wanted a way for us to fuck that very day. I realised I hadn’t even asked Blare how fast the pills would work? Did they kick into effect immediately? Or was it like an allergy tablet; take it for a few days before the effects really come in?

Why the fuck didn’t I think this through? I should just go out and buy the stuff needed for the web show, let my mind play this over and come up with a way to explain it coherently. But I didn’t have that option. Fae walked into the room. I was ready for her to find some way to smell Blare on me or something, to find that I had fucked someone other than her. Given one of my cocks’ virginity to her. There was a wall not far from me, I could bash my head against it. Knock myself into a coma to get out of this. It’d work.

I didn’t do it obviously. Fae walked up behind the couch, leaning down to put her arms around me. I knew my face had guilt written all over it, hell it was practically engraved on my forehead, but I still looked up at her. We talked for a while, my confession coming out despite my terror over what she would say to me. Not a word was uttered, instead she moved in and kissed me. It was the same thing I would do with her.

Now I know why I did it. Actions are said to speak louder than words, and that was never more true than now. Her lips against mine were comforting, like the blanket a child holds dear. Even so, I was stunned into immobility. Thankfully, my brain realised that this was a kiss, one from the woman I loved, and that I needed to reciprocate. When we parted, I looked her in the eyes. She wasn’t angry at all.

Just what did I do in this life to deserve her? Some might argue that I had shown her a similar kindness in the past few days, but I don’t care. I hadn’t earned this as far as I was concerned. But I was going to do what I could to make up for this. Hence my promise for that night. We would fuck, and I would let her cum inside me. The thought of having a child scared me, but Fae seemed on board with it. We could handle this.

Actually, could we? I may not seem like it, but doubt seems to have a funny way of crawling into my thoughts, making itself at home and outstaying its welcome. Now it had made itself a nest within my mind, leading me to question whether Fae and I could truly handle having a kid. We weren’t exactly the most mature people in the world, and we definitely won’t fit the usual depiction of parents. I mean, we wouldn’t even be able to go out in public. I could if I was lucky, but still… Would anyone take me seriously when I was more breast than person?

Just stop, I told myself. It wouldn’t do any good to worry about something that hadn’t even happened yet. I’d talk it over with Fae later on and we’d discuss it properly. I hadn’t exactly been in the most sensible frame of mind earlier to be honest, so I said what I thought would please Fae, in case she hadn’t forgiven me like she had appeared to. It’s times like this that I miss being a kid.

Either way, I was in the car and heading to the Radio Shack. Our town is small, but not that small. We didn’t need anything particularly special to set up a webcam show, just make sure the quality isn’t abhorrent. My internet connection was pretty decent, rarely messing up and working fairly quickly. So there shouldn’t be any real issues. The only glaring flaw to my plan was how we would make a fan base.

I had perused the darker parts of the internet from time to time. I never delved too deep, but I had gone far enough to know that there were several people who had a thing for women like me and Fae. That’s to say, ones with rather unorthodox endowments. Such as a cock, or in my case cocks, or massive tits. My intention was for them to become our biggest supporters, and, in all fairness, I knew full well that it was possible. There was a very real possibility of Fae and I garnering much attention online.

It didn’t take me long to find a camera. An inexpensive one I might add, but one that would do the trick just fine. Soon enough, I had paid for it and was driving back home. As I came closer and closer, I could practically feel the doubt creeping back into my thoughts.

“Enough!” I all but shouted in the confines of my car. While I didn’t feel this way often, each and every time it happened, I immediately grew sick of it. But this was different; it wasn’t just me this concerned. Fae was a major factor now. What mattered to me, mattered to her as well. I envisioned a series of walls rising within the somewhat chaotic world of my mind, the doubt being pushed back by a series of invisible barriers. As soon as it was trapped between three walls, a fourth fell heavily, cutting off its only exit. No more doubt. No more second-guessing this.

A few minutes later and I was parked. I grabbed the camera and tripod, which came free with the device, walking back to my apartment. Already, I could feel my pussy tingle. I assumed it to be longing, a desire to have something impossibly long and hard fill it. As I thought of that, the tingling sensation grew stronger, turning into a burning. Wonder if the pills had kicked in, I thought as I stepped through the door. As soon as I stepped in, I saw Fae on the couch.

She was clearly ready for tonight. Despite the low snores coming from her, that inhumanly large cock stood like a monument to masculinity, in spite of the person it was attached to, with a massive drop of pre-cum lazily rolling down its shaft. At the sight, I couldn’t help but lick my lips. She was still naked too, her withered semen covering much of her form. The view only seemed to affirm in my mind that she was fucking gorgeous.

I set the equipment down and opened a drawer. Within, rested my tape measure. I couldn’t help myself, so I picked it up and walked over to my own Sleeping Beauty, sitting less than a foot away from her prick. Placing the tip of the tape at the base of her cock, just above the balls, I pulled it up and up… and up. Jesus, how big was this thing? I questioned myself silently. Finally, I stopped lifting the measure at a mind boggling 24’’ and ¾ …holy fuck. That’s simply insane.

Now for the girth. My mouth was practically watering at the mere sight of her thick meat. I needed to know the actual number, just the idea of it whetted my appetite for her cock. I wrapped the tape around her middle, watching with a gaping mouth as the number of inches only grew higher. When I finally came to the grand finale, I could barely believe it. On top of her record breaking length, her girth just made it all the more overwhelming.

My mind turned to my biggest dildo, ‘The Beast’. It was 14’’ around, absolutely enormous, and was almost as long as Fae was, but Fae was most definitely bigger. Mixed with her near 25’’ of length, her cock was 17’’ in girth. It actually scared me to know that, but the fear seemed to only aide in my desire. It was like a roller coaster; terrifying and incredibly daunting, but the promise of a thrill was just as powerful. I wanted to ride this beast right now.

But it had to wait. As Fae slept, I began to set up the camera. It had a built-in memory of 100 gigabytes, so I wasn’t worried about running out of room. The tripod was cheaply made, but worked well enough. Rather than using my bedroom, which would be fairly cramped with a camera in there, I decided the living room would best suit our needs. It didn’t hurt that I had a carpet in storage to soften the hardwood floor. My couch was definitely too small for this.

As I worked, Fae woke up. She sat up, looking around groggily, almost seeming to miss the obstruction to her vision that was her cock. I was moving the camera around, trying to find the best angle to film from. We were going to be doing a live stream, or a cam show given what the content will be, and I had my laptop set up for it already. It wasn’t hard to find a popular cam site to use, so I registered and scheduled a show for later that day; Real Life Dickgirl! Was the title. Figured I’d try and draw in that coveted fan base I mentioned earlier.

“Hey there,” Fae said with a yawn, “How’s it going?” I didn’t look up at her, seeing her through the camera lens.

“Pretty good. I’ve got everything set up, more or less. How’d you sleep?” I asked.

“Great. I’m more than ready for tonight.” She said, getting up and walking over to me. I felt her arms around my waist, pulling me close, her cock sandwiched between us. The urge to grind back against her, and her cock, was strong, but I managed to resist it. Believe me though, it wasn’t easy.

“Glad to hear it.” I said, turning to smile at her. Evidently, there was a hint of that trepidation I felt from earlier in my expression, which she caught.

“What’s wrong?”

“That obvious?” She nodded, “It’s, um…” I paused, biting my bottom lip and taking a deep breath, “I’m just not sure about having a kid yet. I mean, we’re not gonna make a shit load of money overnight and we’re both still so young.” She nodded again, understanding gleaming in her eyes.

“I know. I won’t lie, I was pretty excited when you said that, but I’m in no hurry. We’ll have a kid when we’re ready.” She said, reaching a hand up to turn my head more. She stood on the tips of her toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“Thanks. Although, who knows what could happen tonight. We could explode and become internet celebs in just one show.” I said, quietly praying that it would happen. Fae smirked at that.

“If that happens, I’ll probably try and fuck a bunch of babies into you.” She joked, kissing me again. Her dick gave a powerful throb in agreement. I giggled at that, practically sensing its desire to be inside of me. My pussy gave a sympathetic pulse.

“Not much longer, don’t worry.” I said.

“You talking to me or the cock?” She asked, wearing a playful smirk.

“Both of you.” I replied, giving a mock stern expression to Fae and her cock. We both chuckled at that.

“Alright, I’m gonna go take a shower real quick.” She said, kissing my cheek.

“Don’t take too long. I scheduled our show for about 2 hours from now.” I told her.

“Got it.” She replied, walking down the hall, but stopped suddenly, turning to look at me, “Actually, I have something I need to talk to you about.” I frowned and stepped away from the camera, moving up to her.

“What is it?” After everything that we’ve gone through, I knew this could be quite literally anything. Maybe her dick morphed into a dragon when she came or something?

“It’s nothing, like, serious,” She assured me, “Just something I wanted your opinion on.”

“Oh, okay. Shoot.” I told her.

“Well, we said that we’d keep getting bigger and, uh… Last night I ended up taking like three of my pills, and that made me like this,” She pointed to her cock, which had only just begun to flag a bit, “So, um, I was thinking; what if I took a bunch more today?” She was biting her lip now, glancing around nervously.

I didn’t exactly know what to think. She was already so massive. I was more than aware that we’d both said we wanted to keep growing, and I honestly did, but with the evidence of what she had now after just a few of those pills in my face, I couldn’t help but feel trepidatious towards this. Just how big would she grow if she took two more today? Or three? Part of me wanted to tell her to straight up throw out the pills, but that voice was soon removed from existence. I wanted to see her at her biggest.

Mobility wasn’t that big a concern. I’m sure Blare could get her hands on something that could potentially allow us to move even if we sported endowment bigger than our bodies. Could we even grow that big? The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it. Fae and I would worry about dealing with kids when the time came, but, for the meantime, our bodies and minds were all but crying for us to keep growing. After what Fae went through with her mother, I felt she had every right to indulge her desires.

We would grow freakishly huge together. That was our promise to one another essentially.

“Do it.” I said.

“Really?”

“Yep, go for it. I’m gonna keep growing as well, so let’s do it together.” Her teeth shone brilliantly as she smiled at me. I pulled her to me, hugging her tight.

“Think that’s gonna be our motto?” She asked, whispering in my ear. Her voice was pregnant with a variety of emotions, the least of which was relief.

“What? Grow bigger and stay together, forever?” I asked, partly joking. Nonetheless, Fae nodded against me.

“Sounds good to me.” She said, moving back and tilting her head up, hands on mine as she pulled me down into a deep kiss. I didn’t pull away, wanting nothing more than to hold her there and make out until one of us loses total control. Sadly, that needed to wait, even as I felt her cock hardening against me. I pulled back with a loud gasp, both of our cheeks flushed and a single rope of spit connecting our lips. My entire body seemed to pulse with a desire to continue.

“Hurry up and shower. I’ll move the show up an hour.” I said breathlessly. Fae only nodded, all but running to the bathroom. I headed back to the camera, making the last few adjustments and finally settling on the best position. I did as I told Fae, bringing the show forward an hour. Part of me doubted we could last even that long, but we’d find a way. One of said ways, for me at least, was to shove a hand down my pants and tease myself. The pleasure made my lust burn brighter, but also kept me from jumping Fae in the shower.

Eventually, Fae came back into the room. I had managed to keep myself tame enough to move the couch, having it face the camera. In my mind, I had us introducing ourselves, making out – heavily – before moving to the floor and fucking like rabbits. With any luck, that would be enough to kick-start our career as adult entertainers for an entire generation of nerdy perverts, maybe the next if our kids inherit our more than evident insanity. Not sure how I feel about that though.

We shared a lewd grin as she came closer. Her cock bounced with each step, her skin glistening from the remaining moisture of the shower. The table was by the side of the couch, the bottle of her growth pills on it. There was also a small glass of water for her. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“How many?” She asked, sitting beside me on the couch. I only grinned, saying nothing. Fae rolled her eyes and opened the lid, tilting it and tapping the edge on her hand. Three pills fell out. She glanced at me, before adding another to the pile. It didn’t seem like much, but three made her practically double in size, “Bottom’s up.” She said and promptly swallowed them. I checked my phone, seeing we had about 10 minutes until the show started.

We looked at each other. I was sure that my eyes reflected hers; anxious. A nervous calm, in the midst of a storm of unending desires. My gaze would occasionally glance down to our hands, seeming them twitching, as if longing to be on one another. I smiled at her, trying my best to calm her nerves. She did the same, though I assume our grins did about the same for each other; nothing.

I had the camera set up to start shooting when the show began. The fold out screen was turned towards me and Fae, giving me a good look at us. Fae was wrapped up in a towel, not bothering to get dressed. I remained in the same clothes I wore that morning; a casual t-shirt, though sans bra now, with a form fitting pair of jeans. I almost wanted to change, to try and impress any and all viewers. But I didn’t. They wouldn’t be here for my fashion sense, or lack thereof.

As we sat there, my eye stayed on my clock. I was counting the seconds ticking by. Neither of us said a word, too nervous or excited, or both, to speak. 1 minute to go. 59, 58, 57… should I just strip naked? Give them something exciting to start with? 50, 49, 48… time continued to pass as I began to nervously fidget. 41, 40, 39… maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. 35, 34, 33… I looked at Fae, seeing her anxiously shifting her position. 25, 24, 23… As I continued to watch her, seeing that fearful, but excited look in her eye, I felt my own excitement returning. 15, 14, 13… No turning back.

10: We’d do this.

9: I was going to show myself to the entire internet.

8: Fae was going to reveal her biggest secret.

7: We weren’t about to back down.

6: Our hands found each other, entwining for comfort.

5: A small shiver of anticipation rushed up my spine.

4: Fae was beginning to shake slightly.

3: I glanced at her, seeing her towel was being lifted slightly.

2: Oh god I wanted to fuck her.

1: Fuck doing the introductions.

0: I pulled her in and kissed her deeply with nary a care for anyone who might be viewing.