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I spoke to Jen that Friday. She assured me that Kelly would
be OK, but
that she needed time to adjust to this revelation. I reminded Jen of
her
debt and pinned her down to it despite her attempts to weasel out of
it.
She agreed to meet me at my room that evening and to come braless.
At the designated time Jen arrived. She was wearing a pair of skin-
tight jeans and a white cotton dress shirt. The shirt was noticeably
shapeless, causing m to raise one eyebrow in query as I handed her a
glass of dark green liquid.
"Never satisfied, are you?" she said half-jokingly. "My
tits are a good
cup size larger than they used to be, but you're just not content with
a
B cup. You've got to have a pair of D's in your face before you're happy.
" To emphasize her point, she jumped up and down briefly. Her tits
bounced merrily underneath the fabric in response; she was clearly not
wearing a bra. "Good thing I borrowed this from Amanda. I'd hate
to rip
it." I smiled and said nothing. That explained the looseness in
the
chest: the shirt was designed to contain 2 cup sizes more than she had.
Jen sighed and drank up. "This tastes different from last time,"
she
remarked.
I nodded. "I changed the formula a little," I told her.
"How come?" she asked.
"You'll see." I replied.
She frowned, but said no more on the subject. We chatted about the
weather and school while we waited for the formula to kick in. After
a
few minutes, she broke off her sentence and said, "Woah! I can
feel it.
Here we go."
Beneath the fabric Jen's tits began to swell. Her rounded cones began
to fill in the empty space of the dress. Her nipples pressed insistently
into the fabric. Jill gave her torso a shake, setting her grapefruit-
sized breasts jiggling. The vibration was definitely more sizable than
her previous gyrations.
"There, that's about right," Jen said after a minute. Her
breasts were
now the size of grapefruits. Her shirt fit well now; it was no longer
baggy, but didn't seem overly clingy, either. Cleavage had formed in
the
gap where her shirt was slightly unbuttoned. Jen appeared quite
beguiling.
"Not quite," I replied. Jen looked at me quizzically. but
then realized
what I meant. Her breasts had not leveled off as she expected. Instead,
they continued to swell, drawing the fabric taut over her chest.
"Oh," she said with a bemused grin, "I see. You want
DD's this time."
She rolled her eyes skyward. "I swear. It's never enough, is it?"
Meanwhile, her breasts had continued to expand. Now comparable to
cantaloupes, her tits filled up the shirt and then some. The hint of
cleavage became a deep cleft. The shirt was definitely too tight now.
Her breasts had now pulled it out of her pants, exposing her flat belly.
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Jen's first look of concern came when the top button popped
off her
shirt. "Umm," she pleaded, "Saul, is this about done?"
My smirk widened
into a grin, and Jen's tits also expanded. A second and third button
quickly followed, leaving a large expanse of Jen's cleavage exposed.
With an almost visible shudder, her breasts gave one last surge forward
and popped off another button.
"Now," I said triumphantly, "it's done."
Jen tugged on the shirt and managed to rip off the few remaining buttons
in the process. Her breasts were the size of volleyballs. Fully
inflated volleyballs, too, for their firm mass jiggled provocatively
without sag. Her areolae were the diameter of soup bowls and centered
on
massive nipples that were easily as large as quarters. "Saul!"
Jen
hissed with more than a trace of menace. "What the fuck did you
do!?
You were supposed to make me a little bigger! Now I'm fucking huge!
I
look like a damn freak!" She glared at me angrily.
"Hey," I returned, "don't get all huffy. You want my
help, you pay the
price. I just told you that I liked you with big breasts. I didn't put
a limit on how big I wanted to get them."
"Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting this," she grumbled. "I
want you to
make me smaller."
"No can do. You owe me, and this is the price. You don't want to
pay
it, fine. But try explaining it to your friends. They may buy whatever
line you fed them about being a B cup now, but there is no way in hell
they'll understand how your tits got this big overnight."
Jen was unhappy with this, but it was clear that she was forced to
accept the situation. She tried to fold her arms across her chest
indignantly, but failed miserably. Her massive breasts were too big
and
after a few quick attempts gave up. I sidled up to her and put a
consoling hand on her arm.
"Besides, Jen, you do look fantastic." I raised my other hand
up to a
nipple and gave it a slight squeeze. She jumped slightly, but clearly
enjoyed the touch. I bent my head to the other nipple and sucked on
it
gently. The protrusion hardened and expanded, reaching probably an inch
and half into my mouth. I could feel Jen's reserve melting away as I
suckled one tit while massaging the other. I switched after a minute
and
continued the process. After Jen's moans became louder than whispers,
I
journeyed south.
Jen's tits dominated the top half of her torso, so I quickly passed
her
navel and reached the waistline of her jeans. With a few deft
manipulations, I opened up her jeans and pulled them off her. A few
seconds later her panties dropped to the floor as well. Jen's pussy
glistened slightly. I rubbed it gently with my right hand. Jen's moans
increased in intensity, especially when I flicked her clit. Just before
she slipped into an orgasm, I drew back my hand.
She moaned unhappily, but I quieted her and led her over to the bed.
As
she lay down, I disrobed. This came as a welcome relief to my cock;
the
sight of Jen with her even larger tits had sent my libido raging. It
was already 10 inches long and still growing when I unsheathed it from
my
pants. I rubbed it a few times, enjoying the delicious sensation as
I
waited for it to quit expanding.
Jen glanced up at me nervously, her eyes barely visible above her
massive mammaries. "Saul," she began. "that looks awful
big. I'm not
sure I can handle it." My dick was now about 13 inches long and
had a
diameter more than 2 inches.
"Oh, come one," I chide her. "Kelly got this one in easy."
Jen's eyes
narrowed, but she said no more. I got on the bed and knelt in between
her legs. I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy.
Gingerly, I pushed inward. The going was incredibly tight. Despite
being well-lubricated, her cunt struggled to accommodate my manhood.
Jen inhaled sharply as I began to penetrate her. "Good Lord, Saul!"
she
shrieked. "That's too damn big! Get it out!"
"You didn't mind when I was doing this to Kelly," I replied
coldly. I
shoved a little more forcefully.
Her eyes widened as my cock distended her cunt. "So what!"
she yelped
back. "This hurts, Saul! Stop it!"
I ignored her and leaned forward yet again. My chest rested comfortably
on her volleyball-sized tits and I gazed directly into her eyes. They
were glazed over and tears were now streaming down her face. Jen was
biting down fiercely on her lower lip as she tried to contain another
shriek. "Do you think I enjoy hurting other people?" I asked.
"Do you
think I want to make other people unhappy? Well, I don't, but because
of
you, I've done just that. Sure, you like to see your enemies get it,
but
you don't seem to enjoy it now." I collided with a cervix and drew
a cry
of pain from her. "Well, now you know what it's like to be on the
other
side."
I began pounding into her. She wailed incoherently attempted to
struggle, but I pinned her arms down with mine. My insistent pounding
eventually stuffed almost my full length into her. She screamed yet
perversely shuddered into an orgasm as I slammed through her cervix.
I
climaxed soon after, and shot and shot deep inside of her.
I pulled out and looked at her. Jen was sobbing quietly, curled up in
a
fetal position. It was made slightly awkward by the bulk of her breasts,
but she didn't appear to care. I spoke to her gently. "You see,
Jen,
maybe you were right. Maybe those girls did need a lesson. But so did
you. You need to know that it's not right to hurt other people for your
own gain. Believe it or not, this hurt me, too. So from now on, I'm
not
going to be your enforcer anymore. You want to hurt others, then get
somebody else to do your dirty work." I went to the fridge and
poured
out a measure of the orange formula. I set the glass on the night stand
of the bed. Wordlessly, I grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.
After my shower, I returned to find an empty glass, and no Jen.
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