Knockerland

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The Adventures of Sarah Covington and
Her Amazing Expanding Bosom

by

Steve Palmer

Illustrations by

Art Newman

Part 1

One spring morning as she was dressing for work, Sarah Covington suddenly pulled off her brassiere and threw it across the room. She'd thought at first that the distinct tightness in her modest B-cup bra was due to shrinkage in the wash, but when she tried on another, it proved to be just as small. Then trying on a third, she found that it too had become uncomfortably tight. Having put up with the irritation until she couldn't stand it anymore, she decided to go to work braless that day, putting the problem out of her mind.

At the law firm where she was a legal secretary, Sarah's routine activities caused her petite breasts to jiggle subtly beneath her blouse. This unfamiliar sensation made her feel naughty and slightly naked, and it was further evidence that her boobs had somehow gotten bigger. Whenever she trotted down a flight of stairs, she definitely felt an increased amount of flesh bouncing on her chest. During visits to the restroom that day, she would peer through her thick glasses at her reflection in the mirror, trying to discern any difference in her appearance.

Sarah had originally planned to shop for a new brassiere during her lunch hour so she could have it to wear that afternoon, but as the morning progressed, she began to enjoy being bra-free, and decided that shopping could wait until after work. That evening, in the lingerie department of a department store, she was hesitant to buy the next larger size, but since it was not permitted to try on undergarments prior to purchase, she had no choice but to pick one out and hope for the best.

After arriving home, Sarah tried on the new bra, and was pleasantly surprised that it fit her well! After taking it off again, she went through her underwear drawer, trying on her old bras one by one to be certain they were indeed too small. All of them ended up in the trash.

She chose to remain braless for the remainder of the evening: she'd be staying home, and besides, she found something very gratifying about it. The sensation of the extra bounciness under her shirt provided a constant source of private pleasure.


Sarah had initially thought that the swelling in her boobs might be a sign that she was putting on weight, but her bathroom scale reflected no significant gain. The only difference in her appearance was the slightly increased size of her breasts. Though the rest of her clothes still fit as well as ever, she soon began to outgrow even her new, larger brassieres. It seemed to Sarah, however unlikely, that her boobs were actually growing, so she decided not to buy any more bras until this nonsense had stopped. She couldn't afford to throw good money at clothes that might be too small in just a few weeks.

In spite of the fact that her bosom had in the past month become too big to fit comfortably into a C-cup bra, she was not psychologically prepared to regard herself as a D-cup girl. In her mind, that was a whole different class of women, whereas Sarah had always considered herself underdeveloped. This mental picture had been ingrained in her subconscious since puberty, and despite the fact that her breasts were now nice and plump, her self-image remained stubbornly unaltered, even when men began casting interested glances at her chest.

Sarah's attitude finally began to change as the result of a pool party thrown by her older brother and his fiancée one Saturday in early summer. Sarah wore a tank top bikini she'd bought the year before, but it had never generated reactions like she received at David's party.

She felt a little uncomfortable when every head turned toward her as she walked out onto the patio in her swimsuit, but she assumed it was because she was a stranger among her brother's friends. She was very pleased, however, by how warmly the other guests received her — at least the men. Dave's fiancée Jan took her by the arm and introduced her around, and after that, Sarah rarely was without male company.

Later, as the guests relaxed after having consumed their fill of Dave's grilled burgers, Sarah had a revelation. The sun was setting, and beautiful splashes of pink and purple lit the western sky. She had just come out of the water and put her prescription sunglasses back on when she caught a glimpse of a woman in the shadows on the other side of the pool. For a split second she thought how brazen it was for a girl with such big boobs to wear a wet top at the party. Then suddenly, with a flush of embarrassment, she realized that she was looking at her own reflection in a picture window of Dave's house!

At the end of the evening as the party was winding down and guests were trickling away, Sarah lent a hand by picking up used cups and bottles. As her brother stood cleaning his grill, she overheard one of his buddies ask him, "Who's that really hot babe?"

"Which babe do you mean?"

"The one with the sweet rack! She's over there by the pool, wearing a blue tank top," he explained in a low voice, thinking no one else could hear him.

Dave looked and realized that his friend was referring to Sarah.

"That's my sister."

"Your sister? Man, I'm sorry! I didn't mean any disrespect, I was just — I mean..."

"Oh come on, Bob. I know exactly what you meant!" He had to admit that the extra jiggle in Sarah's figure was rather noticeable. Dave assumed she was still a developing young woman at 28: he didn't know much about that sort of thing, and besides, in his mind, his little sister was still 16.

When Sarah heard this exchange, she looked down at her chest and surveyed the ample glands that protruded against the fabric of her shirt. She considered how much bigger her breasts had grown in the past several weeks — big enough that for the first time in her life, she no longer passed the pencil test.

The next day she finally got out her tape measure to get an accurate evaluation of her bust size, which was something she hadn't bothered doing for a long time. When she wrapped the tape around her bosom, she found its girth to be almost 38 inches. That seemed fairly big, but she couldn't remember what her measurements were before her breasts had begun growing. After looking through a stack of notes that she compulsively kept filed in her sewing drawer, she located a scrap of paper on which she'd written her statistics two or three years earlier while making a dress for herself. Sarah's bust had been 35 inches then: this was a three-inch increase! She made an appointment to see her doctor.


"Sarah, when people reach your age, around thirty or so, their metabolism starts to change," Doctor Jean Elliott explained. She was an attractive woman with long legs and a slender figure that was uninterrupted by any appreciable deviation at the chest. "But beyond that," she went on, "I'm at a loss to account for your development at this stage in life. The best I can tell you is that you're experiencing something not unlike virginal hypertrophy, which is a condition where the breasts grow to extreme size when the subject has never been pregnant."

"Extreme size?" Sarah echoed.

"I'm not implying that you'll experience the same radical growth. To be honest, I could only guess at a prognosis."

"Does hypertrophy also cause hair and fingernails to grow fast, too?"

"Um — no, not that I'm aware of. Are you seeing that as well?"

Sarah nodded, and the doctor stood contemplating her clipboard for a moment.

"I'd like to take a wait-and-see approach," she finally announced. "Continue monitoring the size of your breasts, and come see me in a few weeks if this growth continues."


Though Sarah didn't have an official 'boyfriend' per se, she'd been dating Ike Bumgarner off and on for over a year. Ike was not husband material and the relationship had no future, but for lack of a more suitable alternative, she went out with him anyway upon occasion.

This was one of those occasions. Sarah didn't bother to get all dolled up for Ike, because that kind of extra effort never made it onto his radar screen. He just expected her to put up with ten or fifteen minutes of his ham-handed lovemaking in exchange for a dinner and movie that were too often equally forgettable. But it was the only partnered sex either of them had convenient access to, and it was better than nothing.

This time, however, when Ike took her home, he didn't turn off the engine or get out of the car. "Listen, Sarah," he began uneasily without looking at her, "I noticed your boob job..."

"But, I haven't..."

"I know that's s'posed to be sexy and everything, but I just don't like it."

"Ike, it's true that my boobs are a little bigger now, but..."

"It's gross, Sarah."

"What?" she demanded.

"It makes you look — goofy."

"Goofy?!" she echoed angrily.

"Yeah," Ike answered in an uncharacteristically quiet tone. "And I just can't do this anymore."

Sarah looked at him harshly. "What are you talking about?"

"You and me."

"You're saying you don't want to see me anymore?" she asked incredulously.

"I'm sorry. It's just too gross."

Fuming and at the point of tears, she burst out of the car and stormed away without closing the door. The tears didn't come, however. Though Ike had hurt her feelings, she resolved that he wasn't worth crying over. He was a jerk, and she deserved better — she would try to convince herself of that.

Dejected, she entered her apartment and decided to get ready for bed early. She took off her clothes, but before putting on her pajamas, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking a moment to bask in a little self-pity. Gazing at her big stupid tits, she felt fearful and awkward. She wanted people to understand. She wanted to hate her own body! But as she studied her figure, she couldn't bring herself to do that.

In fact, there was something pleasing about the new plumpness of her breasts. She turned from side to side, thrusting out her chest as she surveyed her expanded bosom with as much detached objectivity as she could muster. If the truth were told, she found her newfound buxomness rather attractive — maybe even sexy. Dave's friend had actually called her a babe! She'd certainly never thought of herself that way, but as she meditated on her enlarged bust, and how well it seemed to complement her well-developed fanny, she had to admit that she liked what she saw. What had been pear-shaped was now an hourglass.

Sarah put her hands on her breasts and clutched them loosely, shaking them to feel their increased mass. As the wiggly fleshiness of her expanded boobs began to win her over, her reverie turned to appreciation, and she resolved not to let other people's attitudes get her down. She thought of her busty friend Miriam Esterhaus. Sarah had always admired Mim's shapely figure as well as her positive attitude about her unusually large breasts. She found herself wishing her friend could be with her right then — for comfort, moral support, and counsel. Sarah decided to call Mim and at least chat with her. That would be therapeutic. Besides, it had been too long since they'd talked.

When Miriam answered the phone and learned that her best friend was having a minor emotional crisis, she insisted upon coming over right away so they could have some girl time together. Sarah was delighted. Because it was a Saturday night, she persuaded Mim to come equipped to sleep over so they could talk as long as they wanted. After hanging up, Sarah took out a bottle of good red wine she'd been saving, and opened it to let it breathe until Miriam came.

Mim knocked on her door about twenty minutes later. Sarah had been wondering if the increase in her bust size would be obvious enough for Miriam to notice: a question that was quickly answered. When Sarah opened the front door, Mim gasped and exclaimed, "You got a boob job! Why didn't you tell me?"

"No, I didn't get a boob job," Sarah corrected with a sigh. "Come on in, let me tell you all about it."

Miriam entered and set her overnight bag on the floor, not taking her eyes from her friend's enlarged bosom. Sarah poured some wine for both of them and they sat on the couch.

"A few weeks ago, my breasts suddenly started growing," Sarah began as she and Miriam settled in. "I have no idea how."

"Growing?" Mim asked, perplexed.

"Yeah, all by themselves. They just keep getting bigger and bigger," she whined. "My bust measurement is almost 40 inches now! Before this started happening to me, it was 35!"

"Did you talk to your doctor?" Mim asked, concerned.

"Yes, and she said it might be some kind of — what'd she call it? — uh, hypertrophy. She doesn't have a clue what's causing it, but she ran a whole bunch of tests, and they all came back normal. She just wants to wait and see."

Mim eyed Sarah's enlarged breasts and asked, "So that means you have a clean bill of health?"

"So far."

"That's good. Hopefully, whatever it is will be contagious, and I'll come down with a bad case of it."

Sarah chuckled. "Why, Mim? You've got such a great figure!"

"Yeah, my boobs are nice and big, but to tell the truth, I wouldn't complain if they were even bigger. Heck, if I had your talent, I'd probably grow me a rack the size of my aunt Hattie's backside!"

Both women laughed. "Come on, Mim," Sarah chided, "this is serious!"

"So am I! Sweetie, if you could bottle this problem and sell it, you'd be a millionaire."

"I suppose you're right. It is exciting and sexy, but still, it worries me some. It makes me feel out of control. After all, this is my body — me — and something weird is happening to it."

"Yeah, I understand. But of all the problems you could have, this one's not so bad. Besides, if something was wrong, it ought to have shown up in those tests they ran on you, right? My advice is not to worry. It won't do you a bit of good anyway. More than likely, this is just — a thing."

"A thing?"

"Yeah; a bump in the road — something that just happens. You may never know why. As long as you're healthy, just relax and enjoy being a member of the forty-plus club. And I'm not talking about your age!" she added.

"Well, it is pretty cool to have big breasts now. Still, I can't help but worry. What if I am sick or something?"

"Or what if your tits grow to the size of beluga whales?" Mim teased.

"Seriously! What would I do? As far as I'm concerned, a reduction is out of the question — I don't believe any elective surgery is worth the risk." Sarah sighed. "I'd just feel a lot more comfortable if I knew what's happening to my body."

"I read somewhere that young girls are developing earlier and bigger these days, and they think it has something to do with the artificial hormones they pump into beef cattle," Mim commented.

"Really? Hmm. You know, if something like that could be proven in my case, I'd have legal grounds for a suit!"

"You've been working for lawyers too long, girlfriend."

"Well, at the risk of seeming unreasonably litigious, I really think I ought to have some documentation, just in case. Would you mind helping me with that?" Sarah asked as she got up and walked over to her entertainment center.

"Documentation?"

Opening a drawer, Sarah took out a Polaroid camera and checked its film and batteries. "I want you to take a picture of me." Whispering, she added, "Topless!"

"A titty shot, huh?"

"For science," Sarah explained, holding the camera out to her friend.

With a sigh, Mim begrudgingly stood up and took it from her. "Alright, get against that wall over there," she directed with a gesture. Sarah pulled off her pajama top and walked to the blank wall. "Nice tits," Mim complimented her.

"Thanks, I guess," Sarah replied as she stood with her back to the wall.

"Now hold that..." Miriam instructed. Looking through the viewfinder, she squeezed the shutter button and the camera spat out the undeveloped print with a whine. "Stay there," she said, laying the picture on the coffee table. "Now turn to the side. Good — hold it..." Another flash momentarily bathed Sarah's exposed torso in light again.

"Thanks, Mim," Sarah said. Putting her top back on, she strolled over to the coffee table and picked up the first photo Mim had taken. Watching the colors and shapes beginning to coalesce, Sarah remarked, "If my boobs keep growing, I'm gonna want you to do this again."

"Any time, hon."

As she studied the Polaroid's emerging image, Sarah muttered, "Ike broke up with me this evening. He said my big boobs make me look goofy."

"Ooh, so that's what's bothering you! Sarah, your big boobs do not make you look goofy. And if you want my opinion, you're much better off without Ike," Mim proclaimed. "You need him like a hole in the head."

"Maybe so, but he was my only boyfriend!"

"Then we'll just have to find you a new boyfriend — no, we'll get you a whole team of boyfriends! We'll find you two or three good breast-men who can appreciate life's finer things," Mim said, lifting up the front of her shirt and wagging her tits back and forth a few times within her flimsy brassiere.

Sarah giggled. "Right; after I've had nothing but Ike Bumgarner for over a year, you're gonna go out and suddenly find a carload of beautiful men who want to date me? Dream on, girl!"

"Listen," Mim ordered with a serious tone. "You can have as many boyfriends as you want! You're prettier than I am, and guys call me all the time asking me out. And these big beauties have a lot to do with that," she continued, playfully grasping her large breasts through her shirt, " All my guys love these — they can't get enough! I can have sex whenever I want it! With your looks and those big boobs, there's not a reason in the world you can't have as many men as you want! And believe me," she concluded in a hushed tone, "there's nothing like going to bed with a man who loves getting his hands on a pair of big tits!"

"Mmm," Sarah responded reflectively. "But Mim, you're so outgoing! I wouldn't have the first idea how to find a breast-man, or how to get him interested in me."

"Easy: advertise. Let him come to you."

"You're saying I should take out an ad: 'Girl with large breasts wishes to meet man with big hands — object: wanton intercourse'?" she muttered, tossing the Polaroid print back onto the coffee table.

Mim laughed. "No, just a tiny bit more subtle than that." She reached for her purse and took out her wallet. "Look at this," she said, flipping through her photos until she found one in particular. Showing it to Sarah, she explained, "This was taken the night I met Jeff."

Studying the picture, Sarah saw her friend wearing a short skirt with a very low-cut top that revealed a daring amount of cleavage. Her male companion seemed extremely happy. "Miriam!" Sarah exclaimed. "I've never seen you dressed like this! You're so..."

"Hot?" Mim suggested, wagging her eyebrows.

Sarah chuckled. "Well, yes, but I was going to say, 'bosomy'! There's so much of you sticking out!"

Imitating Groucho Marx, she replied, "You should have seen how much of Jeff was sticking out. That's advertising!"

"I'd feel so self-conscious if I wore something like this. It's too revealing for me."

"Sweetie, you don't even have to show any skin to get your message across, as long as you let them see that you've got the goods. It's simply a matter of learning what makes your body sizzle."

"I don't think I could ever get my body to sizzle — even if I had a decent wardrobe."

"Oh, shut up; that's nonsense! Okay, I can see that I'm going to have to educate you. Come with me," Mim ordered, standing.

"Where are we going?" Sarah asked.

"To your closet."

They adjourned to the bedroom, where Miriam began sorting through Sarah's closet, now and then selecting an item and hanging it on the doorknob. As Mim continued to search through her friend's clothes, she handed her a blouse and said, "Try this on."

"That'll be too tight on me now."

"Try it on! You need to change you thinking here: you're not trying to please your mother — you're trying to attract a man! To a guy, a blouse that fits tight at the bust is high fashion."

Sarah removed her pajama top and put on the blouse as her friend continued looking through the closet. In a minute, she tapped Mim on the shoulder and presented herself with a gesture that implied, 'I told you so'.

"No; tuck it in," Mim advised.

"But it's made to be worn with the tail out."

"Tuck it in! That'll keep the material close to your tummy, and emphasize how your boobs stick out."

"Okay, but you want me to tuck it into my pajamas?"

"Pretend they're slacks! Work with me here! And undo those top three buttons."

"Three?"

"At least." Mim watched as Sarah unfastened the blouse's top buttons. "Now go look in the mirror."

She stepped in front of a full-length mirror and inspected herself. With a shrug, she commented, "It still looks like a blouse that doesn't fit."

Mim stopped her browsing and walked over to where Sarah stood, saying, "Don't slouch! Stand up straight. And take off those awful glasses! I don't know why you wear those big ugly things."

"Because I can't see worth a toot without them, that's why."

"Get some contact lenses, girl! Let people see your pretty face!"

"Contacts seem like such a hassle. I don't know if I could stand having something in my eyes all the time, either. It sounds horrible."

"I wear contacts, and I can't even tell I have them in, except that I'm able to see. It didn't take long to get used to them. You ought to try it!"

"I'll think about it. But I'll have to keep my glasses on for now, if I'm going to see how I look in the mirror!"

"Okay, leave them on, then. Now, turn sideways so we can look at your profile. Inhale. Deeper. Keep your arms down so you don't block the view. See that? Look at that sexy lady in the mirror, there!"

Sarah gazed at her reflection, surveying the bold protrusion of her breasts against the blouse's material, accentuated by the array of tight furrows and puckers being pulled by her expanded pulchritude. She silently conceded that such a profile might be attractive to a man. As she struggled with this new concept of herself, Miriam returned to her search.

In a minute, Mim hooted triumphantly from within the closet and emerged holding up a basic black dress, proclaiming, "We have to try this on you! I bet you've never worn it, have you?"

"Oh, I'd forgotten all about that! You're right, I only tried it on once," Sarah admitted. "It's been hanging at the back of my closet for years. I bought it at a consignment store because it was cheap and it's such a slinky little thing, but I haven't worn it because — well, it's so sexy it intimidates me. I've never felt, uh, worthy of it for some reason — like I'd be a fake if I wore it. Besides, it's too big in the bust for me." As she said those words, she realized that this might no longer be the case. "That is — it used to be too big," she amended.

"Well, try it on! I can't imagine it being too big for you now!" Mim remarked, gesturing to her friend's generous bosom.

Reluctantly, Sarah stripped down to her panties and stepped into the dress, hauling it up to her trim waist. It was made of a stretchy knit that hugged every curve of her shapely thighs and fanny, leaving little to the imagination. Then she pulled it over her big boobs, and to her surprise, it was not a bad fit at all! In fact, the result was electrifying!

The dress clung to Sarah snuggly, showing off her body's sensuous contours and celebrating her large breasts. Checking herself out in the mirror, she was alarmed by the amount of flesh the dress revealed, and she had grave reservations about wearing it in public. The hem started way up at about mid-thigh, and the neckline seemed shockingly deep. Her breasts had indeed blossomed to fill the garment's large bodice, and had even exceeded its designed capacity somewhat. The elastic material was stretched out to accommodate Sarah's excess, which had the effect of deepening the neckline to an even greater extent.

"Good grief, girlfriend!" exclaimed Mim. "Look at you in that dress! You are so hot! If I were a man, I'd jump your bones right now! My, my — look at all that lovely cleavage! My dear, with that dress, you could... Hey, I've got an idea! We're gonna go to Larry's tonight and get free drinks!"

"They're giving away free drinks?"

"No, strange men will be buying them for us."

"Why?"

Miriam gave her a don't-be-so-stupid look. "Because you'll be wearing this dress!"

"What? But Mim, there's so much of me showing!" she complained, staring down at her décolletage.

"Exactly."

"And my nipples are bumping out! Look at them!"

"Nipples are a fashion element these days, sweetie. We'll stop by my place on the way and I'll put on something hot, too."

"Mim, I don't want to give men the impression that I'm looking for sex! I have no intention of going home with some stranger tonight!"

"I'm not suggesting that. I just want to show you off, and maybe get it into that thick head of yours that you're gorgeous! Just look at yourself!"

Sarah contemplated the seductively dressed woman in the mirror. In the past, tight clothes had made her feel self-conscious about being flat chested, but as she smoothed the fabric over her prominent boobs, she now began feeling self-conscious about being so busty! Her bosom looked absolutely huge, bulging out within the dress's bodice and creating wide horizontal puckers from the tip of one big breast to the tip of the other. This was far more than Sarah had ever before had the nerve or the apparatus to display in public. As she turned to present herself for inspection, her tits undulated like Jell-O within the deep neckline.

"Damn!" Mim exclaimed, staring appreciatively at Sarah's chest. "You're definitely going to break some hearts tonight, kiddo!"

"Don't you think this is a little too daring?" she asked doubtfully, grasping the immodest neck and trying to pull it up.

Mim gently slapped her hands away and pulled it back down, now deeper than it had been before. "Sweetheart, that's the purpose of this exercise: to show off what you got!"

"But this hemline is way too short! If I bend over, everyone will see what color my panties are!"

"Then don't bend over! Don't worry, you'll be fine! Just remember not to pick up loose change off the floor," she added with a chuckle. "Okay — now that you're all dressed, I need to fix your make-up and hair."

"I know how to fix my own face and hair!"

"Yeah, but we're not going to a librarians' convention, honey, we're going to a singles bar."

"Librarians' convention?! You think I look like..."

"You look fine. But the thing is, you don't have to look just 'fine' — you can look gorgeous! Now stop arguing with me and let that hair down, girl!"

Sarah sighed. Reaching behind her head and removing a few clips, Sarah let her hair come cascading down to her shoulder blades. Just a few weeks earlier, her tresses had been much shorter and not nearly as full. In her early childhood, Sarah's hair had been so blond it was almost white, but had ripened into a light brown as she matured.

"Wow! You've been letting you hair grow! Cool!"

"It began growing really fast when my boobs started getting bigger. My nails, too," Sarah explained.

"It's beautiful! I say we just brush it out and not do anything else to it! Then all we have to do is your make up your face."

Sarah sighed. "I've never used cosmetics that much."

"I know. The only make-up I ever see you wear is just that teeny little bit of mascara. I can hardly tell you're wearing any at all when you have those glasses on! And I don't think you ever wear lipstick!"

Pouting, Sarah whined, "I don't wear lipstick because my lips are too big."

"Too big?! Good grief, girl! I'd give anything to have beautiful full lips like yours! They're so — sumptuous! You put Angelina Jolie to shame!"

"Who's that?"

"You gotta get out more. Don't worry about it, sweetie. Just leave everything to me, and you'll see how good you can look."


The front door of Larry's Bar swung open, and as the two women stepped inside, men turned their heads and shifted in their seats for a better view. Both of the ladies were attractive and very curvy, but the one in the tight black dress drew the rapt attention of every guy looking her way. She was a beautiful girl with long shapely legs, a killer ass, and large breasts that jiggled in unbrassiered glory within the dress's plunging neckline.

"Mim, are there many people here? Is anyone looking at us?" Sarah asked, peering out at the blurry scene.

Scanning the establishment for a place to sit, Mim replied, "Only every man in the place."

"Oh," she moaned.

"That's a good thing, hon."

"But my boobs are bouncing all around when I walk!"

"Why do you think I made you wear heels?"

"And my nipples are popping something awful. I should be wearing a bra."

"No way! To do battle, one must unsheath one's weapons."

"Who said that, Ghengis Kahn?"

"No, I think it was Yoda."

"Well, find us a table and let's sit down."

"All the empty tables are too small. We need room enough for a couple of well-muscled, handsome young men to join us."

"I told you, I'm not going home with anybody tonight."

"I know; I'm not either. This is our Girls' Night Out. We'll chill here for an hour or so and then we can go back to our little pajama party. Hey, I see two seats at the bar. Stay close and I'll lead you over there."

Miriam had been right about men paying for their drinks: neither of the ladies had to spend a dime at Larry's. Guys were continually introducing themselves, offering to buy a drink or asking to dance. Mim and Sarah stayed friendly but reserved in response to these overtures, so as not to encourage false hope of an immediate connection. However, phone numbers were conferred upon a few suitable prospects for the future.

Miriam was careful to point out that most of the male interest was directed at Sarah. Within her heart of hearts, Sarah was dazzled by the attention she was getting from so many guys, and by the time she and Mim were ready to leave, her self-image had received a much-needed boost.

After a couple hours of flirting and partying, the ladies were ready to go home. Clutching their purses, they were heading toward the exit when a nice-looking man approached them, saying "Excuse me, ladies?"

"Yes?" answered Sarah.

"Hi, my name is Mike Hinkle," he introduced himself.

"Sarah Covington," she responded, taking a step closer to see his face better. Mim smiled and nodded, but refrained from giving her name.

"I'm a photographer," the man stated, handing Sarah a business card. She started to fetch her eyeglasses from her purse so she could read it, but Mim grasped Sarah's forearm to prevent her. "I mostly do commercial and fashion as my bread-and-butter," Hinkle explained, "but my first love is for pin-up photography. I was wondering if either of you have ever done any modeling?"

They both shook their heads, somewhat skeptical of the man's come-on, but flattered by his interest. "I've never thought about it, and I certainly have never been asked," Sarah said with a chuckle.

"No kidding! I'm surprised, considering how beautiful you are."

Yeah, right, she told herself, suspicious of a hustle.

"Anyway, I'd like you to consider posing for me sometime."

"With or without my clothes?" she asked a bit bluntly, testing him.

"Well, that would be up to you. I'd prefer a nude, because there's more money in that for both of us, but since you'd be posing for the first time, I wouldn't want that issue to stop you. Anyway, I'm sure guys try to pick you up all the time with one story or another, and you certainly have no reason to believe mine, but I promise I'm being perfectly straightforward with you. Please check out my web site and call my references if you like. Take some time to think about my offer, and give me a call if either of you are interested. You could bring a friend or family member to the session if it'd make you feel more comfortable."

"Where would you sell these pictures?" Mim asked.

"The nudes are usually bought by various men's magazines. On rare occasion, they'll buy non-nudes but only if the model is very striking and wearing almost nothing. Apart from that, they're purchased as stock photography. Companies use them for things like ads, calendars, and posters." He borrowed his business card back from Sarah long enough to jot something on the reverse side, and then he returned it to her.

Mim looked over Sarah's shoulder, reading the numbers on the back of Hinkle's card: one rate for posing dressed, and a much more generous rate for posing nude. "That's quite a jump in price for taking off one's clothes," Mim observed.

"Yes, and if things work out, that number can get much bigger!"

"What things?" Sarah asked warily.

"If the camera loves you, basically. When guys like a model they see in a magazine, they write to the editor asking for more of her. If she becomes popular enough, a bidding war between publishers can sometimes result, driving the price higher and higher. So — keep me in mind, and call me if you decide you'd like to give it a try," he said, preparing to leave.

The man seemed to be on the up and up — at least so far. "One more question, Mister Hinkle," Sarah said.

"Mike."

"Mike. Do models with bigger breasts get bigger fees?"

"Yes indeed, especially if she's as pretty as you are."


Sarah had been working long hours at the law firm for several weeks, and had no social life to speak of. Whenever she found time for leisure, she spent it relaxing at home. Her breasts were growing steadily, and by now had become remarkably large. Everywhere she went, a new, heftier load bounced along in front of her, to her own wonder as well as the wonder of onlookers. She'd given up her morning jog because her boobs flopped around so much, making her feel physically uncomfortable as well as very conspicuous. Sarah began to have trouble seeing stair treads; people of both genders stared at her in passing; her large bosom stretched her tops to their limit (and occasionally beyond).

Her hair also continued to grow at an accelerated rate, flowing ever farther down her back. She refrained from cutting it because she liked to track its rapid progress as it grew, using it as a sort of barometer of the parallel growth of her breasts.

Sarah was learning to enjoy her big boobs, and this pleasure seemed to increase with their size. She relished the longing expressions on men's faces when they ogled her enlarged tits. She loved how they jiggled and bounced when she walked. She liked the way she looked in a tight sweater — how her swollen boobs created such impressive creases across the bust, and how they jutted out so boldly.

By this time she had learned how to clothe her curvy form for maximum effect, and she began employing this knowledge regularly. She was beginning to feel desirable and sexy for the first time in her life, and this new attitude impacted Sarah's appearance as powerfully as the expansion of her breasts. The thrill that she derived from her metamorphosis was intoxicating, and her self-conscious inhibitions began to subside as her lovely bosom grew ever bigger.

Her budget, which had been strained to begin with, became even tighter as she was forced to buy increasingly larger blouses and bras to keep up with her swelling breasts. Sarah's bust grew so big that she became a considerable distraction at work. Men would find excuses to loiter at her desk, sometimes en masse, and it wasn't long until this became an issue with other coworkers. Her boss finally called her into his office and asked as diplomatically as possible that she refrain from wearing tight or revealing tops at work. Sarah was contrite and agreeable, not wanting to jeopardize her job.

This talk with her boss was a sobering experience. Sarah realized that she'd gotten caught up in the thrill of becoming so busty, and she resolved to try to be less conspicuous. She also decided it was time to see her doctor again, just to be sure there were no complications on the horizon.


"Good afternoon, Sarah," the doctor said, entering the exam room while scanning Sarah's chart. "How are you toda..." Doctor Elliott stopped short when she saw the hefty size that Sarah's boobs had attained. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "Your breasts have grown quite a bit, haven't they?"

"Yes, they have," Sarah answered with a feeling of gratification.

"Hm. Okay, let's have a look-see. Take off your top and bra, please."

Sarah unbuttoned her blouse and set it aside. Then, supporting her oversize breasts with one forearm, she reached behind her back with the other and unfastened the big bra's clasps. As she eased the brassiere down and away, her gloriously large mammaries were revealed.

The doctor took them in her hands, lifting, probing, and feeling. After a while, she released them and wrote something on her chart. "When was the last time you had a mammogram?"

"When I saw you last — two or three months ago, I guess."

Doctor Elliott frowned and flipped a page on her clipboard. "Oh, yes. Well, we'd better do another, just to be on the safe side."

Sarah moaned.

After the boob-squashing torture was over, Sarah was led into another examination room, where she waited for twenty minutes. Finally the doctor came in.

"Let's see, now," the doctor said, leaning back against a counter. "I really don't expect to find anything in your mammogram, but under these circumstances," casting a glance at her patient's unusually big glands, "it's better to be safe than sorry. I think the best I can do for you is to recommend reduction surgery. I can refer you to a..."

"Surgery? Why? You said you hadn't found anything wrong with me! Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, Sarah, I'm recommending this purely for cosmetic reasons."

"You want to cut off my tits for cosmetic reasons?!"

A momentary but heavy silence hung in the room.


Sarah stormed out of the medical building and got in her car, slamming the door. As she pulled out of the parking lot, tears began to flow, dripping spots of mascara across the prominent bust of her blouse. She felt betrayed by Doctor Elliott. She'd always liked the woman, but her off-handed recommendation of reduction surgery for no reason other than for appearances seemed so cold and impersonal.

As Sarah navigated the city streets on her way back to work, she resolved in her heart to stop letting other people press her into their mold. When she'd been flat chested, the world had made her feel inadequate — and now that her breasts were abnormally large, people were making her feel like a freak. "I can't live my life to please them," she exhorted herself out loud in the privacy of her car.

She thought about the little chat she'd had with her boss: how he'd asked her, though not in so many words, to keep her big boobs to herself and not flaunt them on company time. Granted, she might have been showing off a bit, but plenty of other women at the firm dressed a lot more provocatively than Sarah, and had never been reprimanded for it. The only difference was that Sarah's boobs were so much bigger than theirs! Apparently, the real issue was a matter of breast size, which seemed flagrantly unjust.

Furious, she pulled off the road and into the parking lot of a small retail shop. Reaching into her purse, she fished out her cell phone and dialed the office with her thumb. After waiting on hold for a while, Sarah finally heard her boss answer.

"Mister Davenport, this is Sarah," she said to him coldly. "The doctor wants to keep me for some more tests, and it looks like I'll be here for the rest of the afternoon." Davenport believed her angry lie, saying he'd see her in the morning. Sarah slapped the phone shut, threw it onto the passenger seat and pulled back out onto the road, this time heading home.


That evening, Sarah sat by herself in a corner booth at a fast food restaurant, feeling alone, inadequate, misunderstood, and dejected, consoling herself with a large chocolate shake. Now and then sipping the thick drink through a straw, she sat slumped in her seat with her big bosom sprawled on the table before her, pushed high on her chest within her snug sweater. She'd laid her glasses on the table so she could dab away the occasional tear with a tissue.

Across the dining room, three boys in their early teens huddled around their table, whispering as they cast secretive glances at Sarah. They had just sat down with their burgers and fries when one of them spotted the exceptionally busty woman and pointed her out to the others.

"Damn!" Jason whispered hoarsely. "She's so big!"

"No shit!" murmured Eric.

"They're the size of watermelons, man!" Ricky proclaimed.

"Bullshit! They're way big, but not as big as watermelons," Eric corrected.

"Some watermelons are that size! In fact, you know the ones they call Sugar Babies? Her boobs are bigger than them."

"That's just a technicality."

"Do you guys have to argue about everything?" Jason chastised. "Look at that goddess over there! See those huge tits of hers? That's how big they are! Just shut up and enjoy the view — how often do you get to see something like that? Her boobs are so big they're laying on the table!"

They all sat still for a moment, silently absorbing the bosomy vision. Sarah shifted in her seat, partially raising her fleshy breasts from the tabletop for a moment before settling back down.

"Dude!" Jason declared, mesmerized by the heavy jostling. "There's something about a big ol' pair of titties that I just love!"

"Me too," Eric agreed.

"Me three," Ricky concurred.

"I wanna get me a girlfriend with a rack like that," Eric sighed.

"I wonder if she's got a boyfriend," Ricky mused.

"Oh, right — and what would you do about it if she didn't?"

"You never know, man. Some older women like young dudes. I saw this old movie on TV once, called 'Summer of '42', and this lady does it with a kid about our age when her husband is off fighting in some war."

"That's just a movie."

"It could happen!"

"How would you know?"

"Maybe her husband or boyfriend is in the army or somethin', and she's all lonely. Look at her: she misses him!"

"Get a life! That doesn't mean she'd go to bed with you!"

Jason interrupted their bickering, saying, "I just wish I had some naked pictures of her!"

The other boys turned their attention back to Sarah's voluptuous form, considering the notion.

"Oh yeah."

"Definitely!"

Sarah stood, and though the teenagers' first impulse was to look away and hide their ogling stares, they were helplessly compelled to continue gazing at her swollen bust as she collected her purse, glasses, and drink from the table. She turned, and to their surprise, walked straight toward them. Dumbstruck, they watched her stroll right over to their table and stand facing them with her huge bosom looming out over their heads, still undulating from the journey. As the boys looked up at her, Sarah's breasts appeared impossibly big. Their hearts raced and their penises tingled as they frantically tried to come to grips with this unexpected turn of events.

"Hello, boys," said the owner of the zeppelins. "My name's Sarah. Can I sit with you for a minute?" She didn't wait for permission, but took the vacant seat next to Eric. Again, her big boobs came to rest on the table, deforming into an elliptical shape under their own weight. "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation, and I decided we ought to have a little talk."

A cold chill washed over the boys. They'd been caught red-handed, and now this lady was going to make them pay the price for their wanton horniness! Still, they all stared fixedly at Sarah's big bosom.

"First of all, if you want to discuss another person without letting them know what you're saying, you'll have to learn to keep your voices down," Sarah began, using a cordial tone. "Otherwise you could hurt someone's feelings and embarrass yourselves even worse than you are right now." At this, the boys turned yet a shade redder as they meditated on the contours of Sarah's jumbo bra, outlined against the sweater's fabric.

"Please look at my face when I'm speaking to you. If you ever want to get a busty girlfriend, you'll have to learn not to talk to her tits!" The young men winced in trepidation, willfully forcing their eyes to hers. "Thank you. Now, I'm very flattered that you find my figure so attractive," she continued, "and to be honest, it does my soul good to hear that, in spite of the disrespectful way you were talking about me."

"Look, we're real sorry, lady," Jason said. "We didn't know you could hear us!" The other boys were impressed that their friend had actually found the wherewithal to speak for them.

"That isn't the point! The fact that you said those things is what matters: not that you got caught."

"You're right," admitted Jason. "We shouldn't have talked about you like that." Jason knew from hard experience that the road to forgiveness is paved with contrition. "We weren't trying to diss you. If you heard what we said, then you know how we feel about — about how you look! We can't help it — we've never seen a woman like you!"

"Well, I do appreciate the sentiment, in spite of your poor manners. That's why I decided to sit down with you and have this chat. I'm not here just to scold you — I also want to thank you for making me feel attractive tonight. And to show my gratitude, I thought I'd treat you guys to a nice, close-up look before I go," she said with a mischievous grin, straightening her posture and thrusting out her sizable bust.

Unable to help themselves, they all gawked in awe at Sarah's lavish abundance.

"Would it be rude to ask what your measurements are?" Jason suddenly blurted out, to the chagrin of his friends.

As she began gathering up her things, Sarah replied, "Of course it would." Smiling pleasantly, she stood and bid the young men a pleasant evening. As she walked toward the door, she chuckled at the audacity of what she'd just done.

After they had all watched Sarah's delightful fanny as she made her way out of the restaurant, Jason asked, "Did you guys see the way her nips were poking out?"


Sarah's future sister-in-law Jan picked her up Saturday morning and drove her to be fitted for a bridesmaid's gown. Sarah was pleased to have been asked, and was excited to participate in a wedding for the first time in her life. The two women hadn't seen each other since the pool party, and during the drive, Jan repeatedly cast sideways glances at Sarah's enlarged bust. She didn't ask for an explanation, however, and none was offered.

When they walked into the bridal shop, Jan's wedding director happened to be there as well, and the women greeted each other enthusiastically. Jan introduced Sarah, and the three chatted about the coming event until a clerk approached and asked if they needed assistance. Jan explained that Sarah was there to be fitted for a gown, so the girl herded them all into a small private changing room.

"What's this dress going to look like?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, you haven't seen it yet," Jan realized. "Heather, would you go get our sample so we can show it to Sarah?" the bride-to-be asked the director.

"Sure!" the woman responded as she turned and exited the room.

The clerk called after her, "It's hanging on a hook behind the office door."

In a minute, Heather returned with a long, lilac-colored gown in her hand, and when she held it up for the others to see, they fawned appropriately. The strapless dress had a low-cut satiny bodice and a skirt that consisted of multiple layers of a light gauzy material.

After agreeing with the others how lovely the dress was, Sarah apprehensively observed, "The neckline looks pretty revealing."

The clerk nodded as she moved the tape measure from Sarah's waist to her big bust. "Especially on you, I'd say."

"I hope you don't mind, Sarah," the bride-to-be asked apologetically. Being a fairly well endowed woman herself, Jan had wanted her wedding dress to celebrate this attribute, and had selected bridesmaids' gowns that were equally daring.

"No, I guess not. I just don't want to come popping out during the ceremony."

The women laughed, and as the clerk jotted down Sarah's healthy bust measurement, she commented, "You've got a lot to pop out, too! But don't worry; you'll be fine. Actually, it's us poor flat girls who risk being exposed, wearing something like this. But with a nice big bust like yours, ma'am, there's plenty to hold up that dress."

There was a rare moment of silence among the women as Jan and Heather joined the clerk in staring at Sarah's markedly full bosom.

Eventually, the wedding director moved her gaze to Sarah's face. "Sweetheart, do you ever wear contacts?" she asked.

Sarah shook her head. "No, I never have."

"Mm. No offense, but would you mind not wearing your glasses during the ceremony?" she requested, regarding the bridesmaid's big black frames. "They really overpower your face, which is a shame, because you're very pretty."

"Really? Thank you!" She felt herself begin to blush. "I'm willing to try going without my glasses, as long as a groomsman walks me down the aisle, because if I have to find my own way, there's no telling where I'll end up!"

Chuckling, the wedding director assured Sarah, "You'll definitely have an escort, dear. There's a groomsman for each bridesmaid."

"No glasses, huh? Okay; but Dave owes me for this! By the way," she asked with a mischievous grin, "do you know which of Dave's groomsmen will be my escort?"

Jan smiled. "You got a preference?"

Sarah giggled and replied, "I wouldn't mind hanging on Bill Rahall's arm!"

"Aha! So is Bill your secret love, my dear? Jan asked teasingly.

"He was when I was fifteen. I'm over that now, but he's still a hunk!"

"I'll arrange it," Heather announced, pulling out a small spiral pad on which to jot a reminder.

As the clerk finished measuring her, Sarah studied the gown again. "By the way," Sarah confided, "I don't have a strapless bra to go with this. Do I need to buy one, or can I go without? It's hard to find a brassiere in my size."

Once again, the other ladies paid silent, envious homage to Sarah's mighty mammaries, as Heather answered, "It doesn't matter: with or without is fine, either way."


Sarah finally gave in and asked her eye doctor to prescribe contact lenses for her. When she first started wearing them, she was surprised to find they were relatively comfortable and she quickly became accustomed to them. It was a pleasant change to have nothing on her face, and she also liked the extra peripheral vision that contacts provided.

By now Sarah's breasts had grown so remarkably big that she no longer knew how to dress in a way that would disguise their extreme size. She tried her best to clothe herself appropriately and responsibly at work, but even the baggiest sweaters and blouses she could find were incapable of camouflaging her hefty bosom. But even if that had been possible, the male hounds at the firm now had her scent, and nothing could dissuade them in their pursuit.

Sarah's boss eventually called her into his office once again, about a month after their first little talk. This time when she walked in, she was surprised to see one of the senior partners waiting for her as well. After some nervous hemming and hawing on management's part, she was asked for her resignation on the grounds that she was causing a disruption of workflow, though they made no mention of the size of Sarah's boobs being part of the problem.

Infuriated, she was about vent her indignation when the senior exec handed her an envelope with the firm's logo on it. Upon examining its contents, she saw that it was a proposed severance package of a year's salary plus a $10,000 bonus that would be given to Sarah on the condition that she sign an agreement absolving the firm from liability and guaranteeing there would be no future lawsuits.

With an aggression that was fueled by her righteous anger, she curtly said, "It's gonna cost you twice this! At least!"

"Miss Covington, this is a very generous offer, and I strongly feel that you..."

"I'll see you in court, then," she said, rising to leave. "A sexual discrimination suit will be great publicity, won't it?" she commented on her way to the door. "A prominent law firm fires a female employee because her tits are too big? The media are going to love that — not to mention your clients!"

"Sarah," the senior executive called after her. "Wait."


Anxiously standing outside Sarah's door, Mim knocked again. She was sure she'd heard some activity inside, and was determined to persist until she knew that her friend was okay.

Finally the door opened, and there stood Sarah, not wearing a stitch of clothing except her panties, her great bare breasts swaying freely. In one hand she held a large wineglass that had been drained of almost all its contents.

"Mim!" she exclaimed when her eyes had focused. "I'm so glad it's you!"

Miriam quickly stepped inside and closed the door after her. "You'd better be glad it's me, coming to the door like that!"

Sarah steered her gaze downward, and after staring at her chest for a couple of seconds, it occurred to her that she was underdressed. "Oh my," she commented. "My big boobies are hanging out!"

I called your office this afternoon, and they said you no longer work there! And I've been calling you all evening, but there's no answer! What's going on?"

"I'm drunk," Sarah whispered.

"Yeah, I can see that. Did you quit your job?"

"No, they fired me this morning. That's why I'm drunk."

"They fired you?" she asked, guiding Sarah into the living room and onto the sofa. "Why?"

"Because of my huge fucking tits!" she answered, lifting one of her heavy glands and letting it fall.

"You're joking! They can't do that!"

"They did."

"You should sue them!" Mim advised, returning Sarah's phone to its cradle.

"Can't."

"Sure you can!"

"Nope. I signed a, uh — one of those, um... a piece of paper whatchamacallit, promising I won't sue their old stodgy asses."

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I made them give me eighteen month's severance pay and a $15,000 boner. I mean bonus." Sarah heard her slip of the tongue in retrospect, and let out a snort of laughter.

"You did?"

"Yep! You shoulda been there — I was amazing!"

"Good for you! That's my girl!"

Sarah put her arms around Mim's neck and leaned in until their bosoms were mashed together and their noses were just a few inches apart. "So I'm having a Shove This Job Up Your Ass party. Wanna get drunk with me? I have plenty of wine and beer."

"Well — okay, as long as I'm here. Sure, I'll keep you and your wine company."

"Great! Take off your blouse and your bra," Sarah commanded. "This is a topless party!"

"Fine, but if you don't mind, I'll draw your blinds first," Miriam said as she went to the window. "Or did you intend to present your neighbors with a free titty show tonight?

Sarah thought for a moment. "I don't remember."


Sarah loafed around her apartment for the first couple weeks of her unemployment, only venturing out to run an occasional errand. Eventually, she got bored and decided she ought to find a job. Before starting her hunt for work, she went out and shopped for a new outfit that could be adapted to her enlarged bust. She found a suit whose design allowed it to accommodate her oversize bosom better than anything she owned, and she enhanced that quality by secretly swapping its jacket for a larger size. After adding a matching pair of shoes and a new extra-large blouse to her purchase, she was satisfied.

At home, Sarah got out her sewing machine and took the time to alter the darts in the blouse so it wouldn't bunch up around her waist, where the extra material was not needed. Then she tried on her new clothes to see how everything fit, and she was very pleased as she stood in front of her full-length mirror. The ensemble fit her body smoothly, with no pulls or puckers around her big bust. She wanted her new outfit to downplay her figure's irregularity and deflect attention from her physical appearance so she could sell her skill set and land a good job. Yes, she told herself confidently, she indeed looked almost normal.


"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself," the man said, trying not to stare at the applicant's ridiculously oversize bust.

"I have an associate degree in business from Bradford College, I was a legal secretary for six years, I can type 95 words a minute, I'm accustomed to public speaking, I work well with people..."

And you have tits the size of your head, the Human Resources Director added silently. This woman had 'Bad Hire' written all over her. There was no way he'd put his job in jeopardy by bringing in a new employee built like that. His only problem was how to get rid of her as quickly and diplomatically as possible so he could get back to work.


Weary and discouraged after a dismal week of job hunting, Sarah opened the door of her apartment building and checked her mail before climbing the stairs. When she'd reached the first landing and rounded the corner to begin ascending the next flight, she saw little Delilah Huntley sitting on one of the steps, playing with a Barbie doll.

"Well, hello there, Delilah," Sarah greeted her. She liked the precocious six-year old, and meeting her was the most pleasant thing that had happened so far that day.

"Hi, Mith Tharah," the girl lisped through the gap where her front teeth had once been.

"Playing with your Barbie, I see," Sarah said, stopping a moment to chat. "I used to like to play with Barbies too."

"Tho did my mommy." Delilah looked up from the half-naked doll and studied Sarah's remarkable bosom for a moment, commenting, "You thure are getting big boobieth, Mith Tharah."

"Yes, I am."

"I hope I get real big boobieth when I grow up," she said, rubbing Barbie's nipple-less bare breasts with her thumb.

"If that's what you want, I hope you do too."

"Me too. Real big! Boyth like it when girlth have big, big boobieth, don't they?"

"Some of them do, yes," Sarah answered, beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with the direction Delilah was taking the conversation.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Mith Tharah?"

"No, sweetheart, I sure don't."

The little girl looked up at Sarah with boundless pity. "Don't you like boyth?"

"Yes, Delilah, I like boys very much. I just don't happen to have a boyfriend at this particular time."

"Oh. Well, how about Gunter? He told me he'th in love with you."

"Gunter? Gunter who?" Sarah inquired with keen interest.

"I don't know hith latht name."

"Does he live in this building?"

Delilah nodded. "And he'th in my day care clath."

After saying good-bye to Delilah, Sarah climbed the remaining stairs to her apartment and closed the front door behind her. She headed straight for her bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse on the way. As soon as she was through the door, she tossed the top onto her bed and reached behind her back to unhook her commodious I-cup bra, from which her swollen breasts seemed ready to burst. Her tits had outgrown the bra in just a few weeks, and now the garment was too uncomfortable to wear anymore. It was the largest size she'd been able to find in the specialty catalogs. By now, her boobs had become so uncommonly big that Sarah was left with was no alternative: she'd have to break down and spend the money to have a brassiere specially made. With her limited funds, a custom-made bra seemed extravagant, especially when her breasts were likely to outgrow it so quickly. She entertained the idea of doing without brassieres until she was once again gainfully employed, but going to a job interview with no bra to constrain her large, unwieldy bosom seemed a doomed venture.

Sarah put the problem out of her mind for the present. She had no immediate plans other than to spend a nice, relaxing Friday night at home. Maybe she'd read a book.


When the doorbell rang, Sarah put down her paperback and went to the peephole wondering who it could be. Owen Guilford! Strange — I thought he was in Vermont! Though they had never been romantically involved, Owen was a close friend, and Sarah was very glad to see him. She opened the door.

"Owen!" Sarah exclaimed, giving him a hug. "What a surprise!"

"Hey, Sarah! Wow!" he said as he felt her big bosom pressing against him. They released their embrace and as he stepped back, his eyes came to rest on her remarkably large bust. She was wearing jeans and a lightweight pullover that tightly hugged her sumptuous, unbrassiered boobs, providing her visitor with an excellent perspective on their extraordinary size. "You sure look good!"

"You do too! Come on in! It's been — what — three or four years since I saw you last?"

"Yeah, a long time." He entered her apartment. "I moved back to town a couple days ago: here to stay."

"Great! I'm really glad you dropped by."

"Well, I was on my way to see a movie by myself, and I realized I was near your neighborhood. I didn't even know if you still lived here, but on a wild hair I decided to stop by and see if you were in. I hope this isn't a bad time."

"Oh, no. I'm just staying home tonight, doing nothing. Why don't you hang out with me here tonight?"

"That'd be great, Sarah!"

"You can tell me all about your adventures in Vermont! You don't mind missing your movie?"

"No, I'd rather be here with you! I hadn't even decided what movie I wanted to see. Didn't care. I just wanted something to occupy my time."

"Well, now you can occupy your time with me! This'll be great! Would you like a beer?"

"Sure, sounds great!"

Owen collapsed onto the sofa as Sarah disappeared into the kitchen. He'd been hesitant to show up unannounced as he had, after so long. They'd not kept in touch, and he'd had no idea if she was even still single. It was turning out to be an outstanding idea, however, judging from the warmth of the welcome he'd received — not to mention the extraordinary size of her tits! What was that? She hadn't been busty at all when he'd lived in town before — would she have gotten implants?

He looked up as Sarah returned with two cold bottles of beer. Her large breasts responded vigorously to her footsteps, wobbling and bouncing beneath her tight shirt. Owen took the beer she handed him, and watched her profound bosom jostle grandly as she sat down near him in a stuffed chair.

"Owen, you look like you've been working out," she commented.

"I joined a gym — can you believe it? Me — pumping iron? My roommate worked in a gym in Vermont, and he got me started."

"You look really great! Very hunky!"

He laughed sheepishly. "Well, speaking of looking great, you've, uh, changed quite a bit yourself since I saw you last. What's the deal with that?"

"Funniest thing. A couple months ago I found out I have a condition that's making my boobs grow! They just keep getting bigger and bigger! My doctor doesn't know what's causing it. Go figure!"

"But you're okay? I mean you're not, like, sick, or anything?"

"No. I feel great."

Owen was willing to bet she did. "Amazing! You look terrific, Sarah!"

"So you're a breast man, eh, Owen? I might have known."

His friend's forwardness surprised him. "Uh, well," Owen stammered, "I guess I have to admit I am. So, all of that is you under there!"

She nodded proudly. "Wanna see 'em?"

"Huh?" Apparently, Sarah was not as shy as she used to be.

"I've never shown them to a guy — not since they grew big," she explained, grasping the bottom of her shirt. "I'm getting to like being real busty." Sarah pulled the garment off over her head, revealing her extra large mammaries.

They were breathtaking! When Owen saw them, it was like electricity running through his body. Bulging out prominently from her torso, her swollen breasts swayed and bobbed provocatively. As they wiggled nakedly before him, he uttered an involuntary groan of desire that Sarah found extremely flattering. "Good grief, Sarah!" he gasped. "They're incredible!"

"You like?"

"Fantastic! They're so pretty!" he sputtered, to her delight. "I can't believe how big they are! They've got that beautiful natural shape, and they're so — full! I've seen girls with implants who weren't this big!"

"Really? My, you do get around, Owen."

"Well — I didn't see them in person. These were professional models in magazines."

"You seem to be quite the connoisseur. I never knew that about you."

"I don't talk about it. People aren't very understanding about that sort of thing," managing to wrest his gaze from her bare breasts for a moment.

"I know exactly what you mean. Oops, I guess I should have asked if you had a girlfriend before I took off my top," Sarah commented, tentatively draping her shirt over her protrusive chest.

"Uh — no, I'm unattached; I had an off-and-on girlfriend in Vermont, but that's over, now that I'm living here. Why?"

Sarah whisked the shirt away from her bounteous bosom again and replied, "Because I'm seducing you, Owen. I wouldn't show you my big naked boobies and then leave you in the lurch."

"Really? You're seducing me? Wow, Sarah, thanks! You seem to have loosened up since I've been away."

"Not really. You could have had me a long time ago if you'd asked! I don't see any reason for us to both spend the evening horny. If you're interested, that is."

"Oh, I'm definitely interested! In fact, I was wondering how much longer I could hide the bulge in my pants from you."

"Oh, so you're already turned on? Now, that's not fair! I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours." Sarah teased playfully.

"Yeah? You really want to see it?"

Though she'd proposed the idea in fun, she wasn't about to stop him if he was so inclined. "Certainly!"

"Okay." He stood, unzipped his pants, pushing them down with his underwear just far enough to free his engorged member.

"Wow, Owen! I'm really impressed!" she exclaimed, admiring it as it wagged about. "You see, that's an advantage men have — you can pretty much tell how big a woman's boobs are when she's dressed, but we girls have to venture beyond the point of no return to find out what kind of equipment a man might have in his pants. But this is a very pleasant surprise."

"Thanks, Sarah," he said, as he began removing his clothes. "I can't get over the size of your boobs and how sexy you are! You've really — bloomed!"

A smile spread across her face. Sarah had never had a man look at her so hungrily before, and it made her feel giddy. "Wait a minute — we need some mood lighting!" She got up and went around her apartment, turning off most of the lights until only a pleasant, soft haze illuminated their surroundings. Owen watched her big exposed breasts swing and bounce erotically as she moved. When she'd finished, she sat next to him on the couch and swiveled toward him.

Up close, Sarah's boobs seemed unbelievably big. Her extra-large nipples nodded languidly as her huge tits bobbed. Owen reached out and put his hands on them, and as she grasped his erect penis, they kissed for the first time, long and deep.

Owen delighted in the firmness of her breasts as well as their great size, and Sarah derived as much pleasure from his caresses as he did. As he fondled her, she closed her eyes and explored his manhood with her fingers. Her nipples, which had at first appeared fully distended, now popped out to a surpassing extent. He played with them between his fingertips, savoring the sensation of their exceptional size and protuberance. Owen leaned over and began sucking on one of them while continuing to knead her. As his thick erection swelled to its fullest, her passion rose to fever pitch, and she became so wet she was afraid she'd start dripping on the sofa.

"Let's go to the bedroom, Owen," she urged him.

As Sarah led him down the hall, he reached around from behind and grasped her wiggling boobs. In kind, she reached behind her and fondled his hard shaft. When they arrived at her bed, she turned toward him and bent down, her huge breasts dangling heavily. Taking his erection in her mouth, she slid it in and out, tonguing its big head and mouthing its long shaft. He felt close to climax by the time she stood up again, kissing his body as she rose. When her spectacularly large tits were once more within reach, he clasped his hands upon them and massaged them excitedly. Her nipples were now bigger than ever, as was Owen's dick. The couple then plunged into another tongue-intensive kiss, and the moment soon arrived when they could wait no more.

Owen nuzzled her ear and whispered, "How do you like to do it?"

She grinned provocatively, answering, "Well, why don't we start with me sitting on top, so you can play with my boobs. I love what you've been doing with them — it feels so good!" she growled.

He crawled onto her bed and lay back, and then helped her straddle him. She clutched his big stiff cock and settled down on it with her head tilted back and her eyes closed, sucking air through her pursed lips as she savored her slow decent. As they bobbled pendulously above him, he seized her huge tits and began massaging them.

Sarah continued to raise and lower herself on his stout erection, feeling so good she was compelled to vocalize her pleasure, which was something she rarely did during lovemaking. This elevated level of sexual intensity overwhelmed her; it was a new experience for her and she loved it. Owen was lavishing his impassioned caresses on her big boobs in ways she'd never imagined before. He tenderly squeezed, rolled, and stroked them, thrilling her with erotic sensations that had not been possible prior to the extraordinary enlargement of her breasts. His hands fueled the fire of her passion to new heights, and his powerful erection inside her also fanned those flames, the deepest probing she'd ever known. After several minutes of this fierce pleasure, she shrieked and her body convulsed with a heavy orgasm.

As Sarah groaned in cathartic ecstasy, Owen also came. He'd been holding himself back as best he could, but being so turned on by Sarah's inspired lovemaking and her huge tits, he could wait no longer. His hard member pulsated heavily as it shot a remarkable volume of semen into her moist interior.

She purred as he came inside her, grinding herself slowly against him. While Owen continued to play with her fleshy breasts, fascinated even in the throes of climax by their wondrous size, Sarah's sensuous writhing upon him grew more vehement, and he could tell she was moving toward another orgasm. He gently pulled her close and then rolled over on top of her. Still being plenty hard, he began thrusting into her, so deeply she sang a brief but lovely soprano note. It was hard for Owen to tell if it was one long climax or a back-to-back series, but it was certain that Sarah was having a very good time.

After giving her a chance to catch her breath, he rolled her back on top of him again, so gravity would pull her big breasts against him. She giggled as he maneuvered her around, and then moaned happily when her weight settled on his erection.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you, Owen?" she purred.

"Yeah, sometimes it just stays hard for a while afterwards. Not always."

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to borrow it for a while," she murmured as she sat up on him and began squirming happily. In her upright position, Sarah's sumptuously large breasts dangled out of Owen's reach, but he was perfectly content to simply watch their hefty antics as they bounced and wobbled in response to her writhing. After a while, she grasped her great boobs in her hands, fondling them ardently as her wriggling became more urgent. This vision kept Owen's erection nice and stiff, and it wasn't long before Sarah came again.

As she sat perched atop him, panting heavily, Owen watched her with fascination. "You let your hair grow, Sarah. I like it like that — it's real pretty."

"Thanks," she huffed. "It began growing fast when my boobs started getting bigger! My fingernails, too."

"No kidding!"

"Yeah. I decided not to cut it, so I could see how fast it grows."

"So how fast is it growing?"

"Oh, a half-inch or more every week, I'd guess."

"What about those?" he asked with a grin, nodding toward Sarah's big, bare boobs, dangling above him.

"Let's see," she began, very pleased with his interest in the subject. "Sometimes they grow faster than other times, " she explained, cupping her swollen mammaries in her hands, "but right now I'd say my bust measurement probably increases by a little less than a couple inches a month. My breasts grew a lot faster at first, though."

"Amazing. Before I moved up to Vermont, I remember one night you were hangin' out at that diner with a bunch of us — it must have been two or three in the morning. While everybody else was talking, I was just watching you for no particular reason, and I began to realize how pretty you are."

Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. I kept on looking at you the rest of the night, and the longer I did, the prettier you got."

"You were probably drunk," she teased, trying to deflect the compliment.

"No," Owen said flatly. "I'm not drunk now either. You're gorgeous, Sarah. When you opened your door tonight and I saw your pretty face, beautiful hair and big tits, I figured there was no way you were unattached!"

She was tempted to divert his praise once again with some contrived jest, but instead she quietly replied, "Thank you, Owen."


It was one of those perfect days of autumn. The temperature was very pleasant, and the balmy air was punctuated by a nice breeze and billowy white clouds that drifted lazily overhead. Mim had been staring out the window of her real estate office all morning when she called a homebound friend to ask her out to lunch.

"Hello?" Sarah answered.

"You busy?" Miriam never identified herself on the phone: she expected those she called to instantly recognize her voice.

"Mim?"

"Yeah! Whatcha doin'?"

"Lying in bed. What time is it?"

"It's after eleven, girl! Are you gonna sleep all day?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"No, I won't let you. It's gorgeous outside, and I'm going to take you to lunch, my treat. Call it unemployment therapy."

"Therapy?"

"You need to get out of the house and cheer up. So I'm buying you lunch. Be ready to leave at a quarter 'til."


Mim took her to a local deli that had a few outdoor tables for their patrons to enjoy during good weather. Sarah was glad her friend had made her get out.

"So," Mim began as she finished a mouthful of ham and Swiss, "how's your love life lately?"

Sarah grinned. "Did you know Owen Guilford's back in town?"

"No, really? The last time I saw him, it was... wait a minute! Are you changing the subject, or is that an answer to my question?"

Sarah giggled. "Did you know Owen is hung like a stallion?"

"Sarah! You slept with Owen!" Mim concluded.

"Would you announce that a little louder, I don't know if the people inside the building could hear!"

Miriam meekly covered her mouth with her fingers. "I'm sorry! I'm just so excited about this! So Owen's back in town, and you two are an item! I always had a feeling you guys would be good together. This is wonderful!"

"We're not, like, going steady or anything," Sarah said smiling, "we've just broadened our relationship to include sex now."

Mim giggled. "So Owen has a big one, huh?"

"He certainly does!" she assured her. "Knows how to use it, too."

"My, my," Mim said reflectively. "What'd he have to say when he saw your big boobs?"

"Well, it turns out that our friend Owen is a confirmed breast-man! He loves them! He also said he'd been attracted to me for a long time. He even told me I was gorgeous!"

"Did he say that before or after you went to bed with him?" Mim asked with a sly grin.

"After, as a matter of fact!"

Miriam smiled thoughtfully. "You and Owen Guilford! How nice! Well, that's one less boyfriend we have to find for you. Just a couple more to go. We did agree on three as a minimum, didn't we?"

"I didn't agree to anything! That was all your idea. I don't need to complicate my life any more than it is right now, thank you. Owen is about all I can handle."

"That big, huh?" Mim teased.

"You know what I mean!"

"I sure do, sweetie! I used to date a guy named Bruce who had a schlong the size of a kielbasa — I'm getting wet just thinking about it!"

Sarah laughed and almost choked on her drink. "You're so bad!" she accused.

"Bruce didn't think so. Anyway, yesterday I had an idea how we might be able to find you some potential boyfriends who like big boobs. Are you free Saturday?"

Sarah chuckled. "Without a job, free time is one thing I have plenty of."

"Then write on your calendar that you and I are going to the Renaissance Festival Saturday!"

"The Renaissance Festival? What are you trying to do, fix me up for a one-night stand with some carny in tights?"

"Oh, come on! Have a little faith in me. Breast men from all over this area come to the Renaissance Festival every year, and it's not because they like history or wearing funny clothes."

"So why do they come?"

"Because there's an unwritten rule at Renaissance Festivals that it's acceptable for ladies to show as much cleavage as they dare! Women dress in period costumes that are cut way low and designed to push up everything they've got. Of course, you're not going to need any pushing up — good grief, you're getting so big!"

"So you want me to go to the Renaissance Festival with you so I can hang my big boobies out."

"So we both can hang our big boobies out."

Sarah thought for a moment and said, "Well actually, that might be a hoot. But I don't happen to have any 14th century clothes in my closet."

"Leave that to me. This morning I called a friend of mine who works at a costume shop near here, and she's setting aside some dresses for us to look at."

"Oh! So will the store alter them to fit us?"

"Well, I told Glenna how busty you are, and she said that these costumes are made with a lot of elastic, so they'll fit a variety of body shapes."

"Still, I want to try on my costume first, just to be sure."

"Of course. In fact," Mim replied, looking at her watch, "I scheduled myself a long lunch so we could go do that as soon as we're through eating."

"Oh! Well fine, then. How much will it cost?"

"Not your problem, sweetie: this is on me."


A chime rang as Sarah and Mim walked through the shop's front door. The girl behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Mim!"

"Hi, Glenna!"

"It's good to see you!"

"You too! This is my best friend Sarah Covington; Sarah this is Glenna Jacobson."

"Nice to meet you, Glenna," Sarah greeted her.

"Nice to meet you, too," the girl said. Her eyes darted down to Sarah's jumbo bosom, which was consuming the interior of an otherwise roomy sweater. "I, uh — I've got some costumes set aside in the back. Follow me, and we'll try them on for, uh, size."

Glenna led them through a door and into an open warehouse filled with row after row of clothes racks, from which hung costumes of all descriptions and colors. The women walked in single file through canyons of pungent costumes, eventually entering an enclosed dressing area.

"I was afraid at first I wasn't going to be able to find anything for you, Mim," the girl explained. "When you called me this morning wanting those period costumes, I totally forgot that the Renaissance Festival is still going on. That usually wipes out our inventory, but luckily, some returns came in after the weekend."

Hanging from a rack were three ornately decorated costumes wrapped in clear plastic bags. As Glenna took one of the dresses and removed its covering, she commented, "Now, when you told me your friend was well endowed, I frankly wasn't expecting..." she trailed off, not knowing how to finish her sentence without risk of offense.

"You weren't expecting a girl with boobs the size of her head?" Sarah finished with a grin. "That's understandable. Do you think it'll be a problem?"

"Well, I don't know. Go ahead and try this on, and we'll see how it fits."

Sarah surprised Mim when, without a word, she pulled her sweater off over her head, and bared her remarkably large, unbrassiered breasts. Glenna couldn't help but stare as she handed the costume to her bosomy customer.

Stepping into the dress, Sarah pulled it up to her waist and then slid her arms into its sleeves, attempting to coerce her voluminous mammaries into the bodice. Glenna and Mim assisted in pulling the zipper up her back. After successfully completing the task, Sarah laughed and turned to show them how the costume looked.

Designed to display the assets of a normally proportioned wearer, the dress provided minimal accommodation at the bust. There was just enough material to push Sarah's big boobs up and out, only covering the bottommost third of their rotund mass, leaving her nipples and large areolae completely exposed! Her tits jutted out to an extreme degree, wiggling exuberantly. "What do you think?" she asked with a smirk.

"Lovely," Mim said facetiously.

Glenna moaned. "I'm so sorry! This isn't the costume I thought it was! It obviously won't do. Take that off, and let's try another."

Sarah changed into another dress that at least concealed her areolae, but it still left a great portion of her lavish bosom uncovered. Her breasts completely filled the costume's bodice and spilled over the front of its neckline, bulging out from her torso in two great globes of firm flesh. Sarah looked at her bulbous reflection in a mirror and exclaimed, "Whoa! This dress isn't a whole lot better than the last one!"

"It's perfect," Mim announced. "She'll take it!"

"What?" Sarah burst out. "You're not serious!"

"Sarah, I told you before — things are different at the Renaissance Festival. I promise you, there will be dozens of women there who'll be showing major cleavage. It's not just acceptable, it's expected!"

"Maybe, but will any of those women be showing this much cleavage?" Sarah asked, gazing down doubtfully at the wide expanse of her exposed flesh.

"Sweetie, not many women even have that much cleavage!"

"Got that right," Glenna agreed in a hushed tone, nodding her head slowly. "But actually, Sarah, Mim's right: you're going to see a lot of women at the festival wearing very deep necklines. This dress will be fine."

"I still don't think I can do this," Sarah whined.


"I still don't think I can do this," Sarah whined as they made their way across the graveled parking area, heading toward the entrance gate. Ballooning out copiously from her abbreviated bodice, her hefty breasts shuddered and shook as she walked, garnering the stunned attention of everyone she passed.

"Sure you can. You are doing this!" Mim assured her. "Stop thinking about your boobs, and just enjoy yourself!"

"I'll try."

"Watch the looks on people's faces when they see you: they're priceless!"

Upon reaching the front gate, the ladies bought their tickets and entered the exhibition grounds. After a few minutes, Sarah began to relax as she watched the bustling activity around her. She also saw that Miriam had been correct about the daring manner in which many of the female visitors and employees attired themselves. Cleavage was everywhere, and much of it was voluminous in nature.

Mim nudged her friend and nodded toward a woman walking across the commons. "Now, she's showing about as much as you are."

Sarah looked at the individual in question and observed, "Yeah, but she probably weighs 350 pounds, too!"

"How she got it is immaterial! The fact remains that you've got no more on display than she does. Well — not much more, anyway," Mim conceded with a glance at Sarah's formidable glands.

Beyond the obese woman, at the far perimeter of the commons, a man leered through the viewfinder of his camcorder. Though he had no particular fetish for overweight women, he did have an obsession for very large breasts, and he was looking at the biggest he'd seen at the festival this year. He'd spotted her in the audience at the jousting field, and had been following her for the last fifteen minutes. Since she appeared to be heading toward the exit now, he was glad that he'd managed to document the big woman's sizable mammaries. Through the zoom lens, he watched them quiver in response to her lumbering footsteps, until a blurry figure suddenly passed by in the background. Something about it made him glance away from the viewfinder and scan the area with his naked eye.

A chill raced down his spine. Could it be? He jerked the camera back to his face and framed this new sighting. The image automatically refocused on two busty women dressed in fancy renaissance gowns with very low cut necklines. Incredibly, one of these hot ladies had breasts that were even bigger than the fat woman's huge pair! Furthermore, this girl was slim and extremely pretty!

He studied the bosomy young women with breathless excitement as they traversed the thoroughfare, making their way toward a cluster of vendors' shops. When they were about to disappear into the crowd, he shut off the camcorder and took out his cell phone as he began walking after them. Flipping the phone open, he punched in a number and waited a moment.

"Da Vinci, this is Rembrandt," he intoned. "I have a category five sighting! Repeat: category five!"

"Dude! What's your twenty?" asked the voice on the other end.

"Stay put. Coming your way. You're looking for two targets in costume: one blue, one burgundy."

"Ten-four. I'm scanning the crowd now. Meet me in front of the Torture Museum. We can... Shit! I can't believe I'm seeing this!"

"You got her?"

"Oh, man! They're so big!"

Sarah and Mim strolled along, looking at the sights and leaving awestruck gawkers in their wake. The girls stopped at some of the booths, mostly window shopping, sometimes buying incense, a snack, or some small souvenir, and wherever they went, Sarah's huge bosom was the undeclared center of attention, protruding from her dress's neckline in a most convex manner. She eventually grew accustomed to the rapt fascination with which most people seemed to regard her distinctive figure, sensing that their interest was generally benign, and even friendly. She eventually became quite comfortable under this constant scrutiny, and indeed found herself taking pleasure in it!

"Thanks, Mim," Sarah commented as they stood in a long line, waiting to buy roast turkey legs for lunch.

"For what?"

"For bringing me here, for paying my way, and — well, for making me wear this ridiculous dress!"

"So, you're enjoying yourself now?" Miriam asked grinning.

"I have to admit I am. People really like to look at big boobs, don't they? Even women do!"

"Sure! It's a national pastime. Especially when they see a big ol' honkin' pair of melons like yours! By the way, have you noticed that guy with the video camera following us?"

"Yes, I have," Sarah sang. They both giggled. "Where is he now?"

Mim pointed behind them with her thumb and replied, "He's standing in the crowd over at the coin maker's booth. Another guy with a camcorder is with him now. We should turn around and wave to them!"

Sarah smiled. "Yeah, let's! Ready?"

Mim nodded and said, "Go!"

The two bosomy damsels turned toward the clandestine videographers and began waving furiously at them, cackling like schoolgirls. The men did a double take, looked at each other, and then back at the busty wenches. Suddenly it was time for them to go.

"Too bad they're so shy," Mim commented as she watched the men scurry away.


The sun hung low in the sky as the two women made their way toward the exit, tired and ready to go home. They didn't see the man dressed as a jester, perched on a walled walkway on top of the gates — but the jester saw them. His job was to bid farewell to visitors as they left, but in the case of Ladies Miriam and Sarah, he held his tongue and enjoyed the view down their dresses as they passed beneath him. 'Twas a sight he'd not soon forget.

Traversing the parking lot, the walk seemed longer than it had that morning, and when the women finally reached the car, they flopped into its seats with sighs and groaning. As Mim started the engine, Sarah said, "Let's do this again next year."

"I'd love to! This was a lot of fun! But if your boobs keep growing like they are, you'll need a much bigger dress next year!"

"I ought to make one! That'd be a good project for me, with all this time on my hands."

"You know, you sure were the center of attention everywhere we went," Mim commented with a grin as she pulled out of the parking spot and merged into the long line of cars that slowly snaked its way out of the fairgrounds.

Sarah smiled thoughtfully. "Yeah. Who'd have guessed I'd like it so much."

Mim chuckled. "You sure seemed to. Did I actually notice you pulling your neckline down a little after a while?"

She giggled and nodded her head. "I'm afraid so! At that point I figured that as long as so much of me was on display anyway, I might as well show everything I could get away with!"

As their line of traffic began to move, Mim grinned and glanced at her friend's bulging bust and replied, "You look like you could easily pop right out of that dress!"

With an impish grin, Sarah hooked her fingers into her costume's plunging neckline and gave it a slight downward tug, causing her big breasts to slip over the edge and spring into the open, nodding and wiggling like a pair of excited puppies! Both women howled with laughter at Sarah's exposed tits, jostling about as the car traversed the uneven dirt road.

"Watch it, there's a cop directing traffic up ahead," Mim warned her. Her smirking friend made no attempt to cover her quivering splendor as they approached the officer who was waving cars past. "Sarah!" Mim urged her, but to no avail. She could hardly believe that her timid friend was actually pulling such a brassy stunt!

When they drew near the policeman, he looked directly at them, holding up his hand for them to stop. Mim reluctantly applied her brakes as the officer strolled up to the passenger side of the car and motioned for Sarah to roll the window down. He leaned on the car as he removed his sunglasses and peered in at Sarah, beginning with her face and moving downward to her huge bare boobs. Looking her in the eye, he said, "I noticed you're not wearing your seat belt, ma'am."

"Oh," Sarah replied calmly. She reached around, grasped the buckle and pulled the belt across her chest, threading the shoulder strap between her oversize breasts before fastening it on the other side. "Sorry."

With a grin, the officer nodded and touched two fingers to his Smokey the Bear hat. "You drive safely, now," he instructed the ladies, waving them on.

Driving away, they waited as long as they could stand it, and finally burst into maniacal laughter several yards down the dirt road that led to the highway.

"I can't believe you did that!" Mim exclaimed. "First I had to twist your arm to get you to show some cleavage, and now you're flashing your tits to a cop? I've created a monster!" She joined Sarah in a resurgence of their hilarious cackling. Then after catching her breath, Mim scolded, "You're such a bad girl!"

Tucking her lavish bosom back into the dress's little bodice as best she could, Sarah primly replied, "Now, if I really was bad, that cop would have arrested me."

"I'd say he was giving serious thought to slapping some cuffs on you, but I'm sure he'd rather take you to bed than to jail," Mim advised.

"Yeah? He should have said something!"


The phone rang. The man continued studying several 4" x 5" transparencies for a moment before looking up from his light table to reach for the receiver.

"Hinkle Photography," he answered.

"Is this Mike?"

"Speaking."

"This is Sarah Covington; I met you several weeks ago at Larry's Bar when you approached me and my friend about posing for you."

"Yes! I remember you, Sarah," he said, hoping she was the prettier one. "How are you?"

"I'm good."

"So have you decided to let me photograph you?" Hinkle asked hopefully.

"That's right."

"Great!"

"I've decided to try posing nude, too."

"Outstanding! When can I schedule a session for you?"

"Any day is good for me; I can work around your calendar."

"I have this Wednesday morning open."

"That's fine. What time?" Sarah asked.

"I'll be here early to set up, but if you can come in around 8:30 or 9:00, that'd be perfect."

"Sounds good. You said I could bring a friend?"

"Sure!"

"Okay — well, I guess I'll see you Wednesday morning."

"Great! I'm looking forward to it!"

"One more thing — when we met, you said that models with larger breasts get a higher fee?"

"Yes..."

"Um — well, we can talk about it Wednesday."


The door buzzer sounded, so loud it startled him. He disliked the thing, but when he had his stereo turned up, as he liked it when he was working, he needed something loud enough to cut through the music when someone came to the door. He jogged across the studio floor where he'd been setting up for the morning's shoot, and flipped the deadbolt open.

"Good to see both of you again! Come in!"

"Thanks!" Sarah said. She and Mim stepped into the office, and Hinkle locked the door after them.

"Well, ladies, make yourselves at home," he said. "There's coffee and snacks on that table; help yourselves to whatever you want."

Sarah poured herself a cup and turned to her friend, asking, "Coffee, Mim?"

Hinkle was relieved to now know who was who. "So are you both here to pose, or just you, Sarah?"

"Just me," she answered.

Mim added, "I'm flattered by the offer, Mike, but modeling doesn't interest me. I just took the morning off to keep Sarah company."

"Well, I'm glad you could come. Now, before we get started, Sarah, I'll need you to sign a release form and a contract," he said, sitting at his desk and opening a drawer.

"What kind of contract?"

"It's a one-time deal that covers all photographs taken during this session. I retain the rights and the negatives, and you get a flat fee. It's a standard starter package. If the photos sell, and you're interested in posing some more in the future, we can work out something on a percentage basis for you."

"And the fee is bigger for bustier models?"

"Right — you mentioned that yesterday. I see you've gotten implants since I saw you last. That's great! You look terrific! I'll definitely raise your rate — assuming that's what you were getting at."

"Um, yes."

He looked directly at Sarah's pronounced bosom and commented as he wrote a number on a sticky note, "That's quite an enlargement you had done, too. I didn't realize they made implants that big. Very nice!"

Sarah just smiled and then voiced her agreement on the amount that Mike had written.

"Great!" he responded. "Then if you'll just sign here and here, we can get started."


Sarah hung her clothes in the little dressing room and took a thick terrycloth bathrobe off the hook behind the door, where Mike had said it would be. After wrapping it around her naked body, she stepped out onto the cold concrete floor and walked toward the bedroom scene that was set up in the middle of the studio area.

Mike was testing his lights when she came up next to him and announced, "I'm ready!"

"Fantastic! Just drop your robe and sit on the bed, Sarah," he instructed with a gesture.

She hesitated a moment to gather her courage, and then shrugged the robe from her shoulders, revealing her extraordinary figure in all its shapely glory. As she strolled onto the set, Mike stopped what he was doing and stared at her. Sarah's extra large breasts dipped and wiggled as she picked her way through the cables and light stands.

"Sarah," the photographer commented, "I have to say, that's the best boob job I've ever seen! Very natural-looking, and the shape is beautiful, especially for the size they are."

"Well actually," she said sheepishly, "I didn't get implants. This is all me."

"Not implants?" Mike asked, befuddled. "But your breasts are so much bigger than they were when I met you!"

"She grew them all by herself!" Miriam answered for her friend. "Aren't they wonderful?"

"What? You mean, they grew naturally? How?"

"My doctor doesn't have a clue," Sarah said. "All I know is they just keep getting bigger!"

"So they're still growing?"

Sarah nodded as she sat on the bed. The chilly air in the studio was making her nipples poke out splendidly, which was exactly why the thermostat had been set where it was.

Mike whistled as he peered through the eyepiece. "Incredible! Gorgeous! I've photographed a lot of busty women in my career, but I've never seen natural breasts this big and pretty! Listen, if you have no objections, I'd like to change your contract."

"Change my contract? How?" Sarah inquired.

"I think it's only fair to upgrade you to a professional level, which will raise your fee and give you a percentage. With a body like yours, I'm confident these photos will sell themselves in no time. I think I can also guarantee you a lot more work if you want it. Would you mind if I posted one of these shots on my web site?"

"A nude? I don't know..."

"It doesn't have to be a nude. How about a pose in a bikini?"

"Well, I might be willing to let you post a nude of me, but just let me think about it first."

"Sure! Okay, we're ready to get started now. Why don't you get on top of the covers and raise up on your knees, keeping your back toward me."

"Like this?"

"Good, now gather your hair up behind your head... That's it. Okay, swivel your head and shoulders around and look at the camera — now give me a real sexy... oh my!" Squinting through the lens, he marveled at Sarah's seductive body and the extra large breasts that so ably sprouted from it.

"Something wrong?" Mim asked.

"Not a thing," Mike replied with a chuckle. "I think the camera just fell in love, is all."


The telephone on Owen's desk chirped, interrupting his train of thought. He grabbed the receiver and briskly answered, "Owen Guilford."

"Owen, this is Sarah."

"Sarah! What a nice surprise! What's up?"

"I was wondering if you happen to own any adult videos, or know where we might rent some."

"I have a few. Why?" he asked, intrigued.

"Do they show women with big breasts?"

"You bet."

"How big?"

"Way big."

"Bigger than mine?"

"What are you trying to do — get me hopelessly turned on while I'm here at work?" he accused teasingly.

She giggled. "I'm sorry, Owen! I didn't mean to put you between a rock and a, uh, hard place, if you'll pardon the expression. Sometimes I forget how easy it is for guys to get started."

Owen chuckled and whispered, "Especially when I'm talking to such a gorgeous woman about her great big beautiful boobs!"

"You're sweet, Owen. But I still want an answer to my question."

"What was the question?"

"In these videos of yours, are the actresses' boobs bigger than mine?"

He resumed speaking in a hushed voice, "Well, I wouldn't call them 'actresses', but I do have videos of one or two ladies whose boobs are a little bigger. Not by much, though — you're getting pretty darn big."

Coming from Owen, Sarah knew it was a compliment. "Guess what I'm wearing right now," she asked with a silly giggle.

"Mm, tell me," he said, very interested.

"My contact lenses," she informed him teasingly.

"That's all?"

"Yep!"

"Oh, man," he moaned, imagining her.

"So are you busy this evening?" she asked.

"Not at all. What'd you have in mind?" he inquired hungrily.

"I was wondering if you'd like to bring those videos over to my place so we could watch them together and then fuck each other silly."

He laughed at Sarah's uncharacteristically crude proposition. "Now that's the best idea I've heard all day! What brought this on, all of a sudden?"

"Well as you know, my boobs have gotten pretty darn huge now, and I'm curious to see other women with tits my size or bigger. Besides, for some reason I've been sitting around the house thinking about sex all day, and it's got me all hot and bothered! I've got to have you, Owen. Come over here and let me do nasty things to you!"

"What time?"

"As soon as possible!"

"My, my! Before dinner, then?"

"I was hoping you could sneak away from work now!" she persisted mischievously.

"Right this minute?" he asked. "I don't know. How about right after work?"

"What time is that?"

"Five o'clock."

"Five," she groaned. "Owen, I want you now!" Speaking to him softly and in her most sultry tone, Sarah teased, "I want to feel you deep inside me; I want your hands all over my enormous, firm breasts; I want you to suck on my big nipples; I want to fuck you for hours and hours, and I want to start right now! Can't you just tell your boss that a friend wants you to come over so she can wrap her humongous tits around your head?"

Owen helplessly entertained that concept in his mind for a few seconds. "I'll see what I can do."


Just after 4:00 PM, he showed up at Sarah's door carrying a grocery bag that held four adult videos.

"Owen!" she greeted him in happy surprise.

"Hey, babe! Wow! Don't you look sexy!" Sarah was wearing shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top with no bra, and her enormous bosom was jutting out profoundly.

As he entered her apartment, she kissed him and commented, "I'm glad you were able to leave work early! Thanks!"

"Yeah, I told the boss what you said about wrapping your tits around my head, and he was very sympathetic."

"You didn't!"

"You're right, I didn't."

Sarah poked him playfully as they walked into her living room. Owen opened the bag and handed the stack of videotapes to her. As she shuffled through them, looking at their covers, her eyes widened in proportion to the magnitude of the boobs depicted there.

"This girl's tits are huge!" she exclaimed in amazement, holding up one of the tapes. "She makes some of these other women look flat by comparison."

"Yeah, she's pretty big, alright. Her name is Fulta Burstyn."

"Fulta Burstyn," she repeated with a chuckle. "Looking at her, I don't feel so busty."

Owen approached Sarah and took her fleshy breasts in his hands, caressing them through her shirt, saying, "Yes you do."

"Owen," she murmured simply, clasping her hands over his. He held her tits firmly as he massaged them, making her very glad she'd grown them so big. "Now, what are these videos supposed to be about? Do people really have sex in them?" she asked, pushing her boobs into his manipulations.

"Some of them. Some just show the model nude."

"She just stands there naked?"

"No, even porn needs more plot than just that. Soft core big-tit videos usually show the girl taking off her clothes, playing with her boobs, trying on a bra or some lingerie — sometimes she'll smear baby oil or whipped cream all over her tits. Stuff like that."

"Whipped cream?"

Owen shrugged.

"Well, why don't we start by watching something soft core, and after that we can move on to the hard stuff?"

"Fine with me."

Sarah patted his hands as she stepped away from his caresses and went through the apartment, closing blinds and drawing shades. With most of the late afternoon sun blocked out, the atmosphere became more intimate, and she enhanced the mood by lighting a few scented candles.

"Sweetie, why don't you choose a video and get it ready to go," she said, gesturing to her entertainment center, "while I go change into something sexy. Be naked by the time I get back!" she said with a wink. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll be out in two seconds."

It took her longer than two seconds, but the duration was not as long as it seemed to Owen. She finally returned wearing a red see-through nightgown that wrapped around her body and tied at the waist. This was worn over matching panties and a silken brassiere that was pitifully small compared to the size of what it was attempting to restrain, scarcely covering Sarah's proud nipples. In her hands she carried two glasses and a bottle of wine.

"I see you've taken my fashion advice," she commented with a lingering look at Owen.

He watched mesmerized as Sarah sashayed toward him with her big bosom wobbling seductively. As she leaned over to set the glasses on the table, gravity drew her breasts away from her chest, causing one of her nipples to pop out of the neckline of her bra. She made a point to direct his attention to that fact as she poured.

"Do you want me to tuck it back in for you?" Owen asked with a grin.

"Would you?" she responded happily.

"Certainly," he said. He reached a hand into her nightgown, and after copping a thorough feel, fixed the bra so it once more covered Sarah's big nipple.

"Thank you so much, kind sir!" she said, handing him a glass.

"My pleasure," he assured her.

"Before you get too comfortable, I thought we might pull out the hide-a-bed so we can play while we watch. Would you mind?"

"Mind?" he asked with a chuckle. He stood and pulled out the expandable frame, revealing a shallow mattress. After Sarah compulsively smoothed out the sheet that was on it, they climbed onto the bed and reclined against the sofa back, settling in to watch the first video. It was entitled Titan Tits, starring Ophelia Biggens.

They sipped their wine as they watched the opening scene, where the extraordinarily busty Ophelia is seen entering the front door of what was ostensibly her house, carrying large bags of groceries in her arms. Entering the kitchen, she set the bags down on the counter and stepped back, displaying the profound size of her bosom for the camera as it zoomed in clumsily for a shot that was too close. Only when the camera finally pulled back a little could the viewer get a true sense of the woman's sensational proportions.

Like any homemaker with breasts the size of volleyballs, Ophelia's shopping attire consisted of a very short skirt, with a tight, low-cut pullover stretched across her enormously enhanced, braless tits. The day's activities must somehow have taxed the woman's huge implant-laden mammaries, and she soothed their distress by squeezing and lifting them sensuously.

Evidently the weather had been very hot that day, because after briefly fanning her face with her fingers, she began removing her top right there in the kitchen. The woman had some orchestrated difficulty with this operation, designed to point out the obvious fact that her boobs were so extremely huge. Finally she succeeded, exposing the biggest breasts that Sarah had ever seen.

"Good grief!" she exclaimed as she gazed at the stripper's tremendous bust. "Her boobs are so huge! She has implants?"

"Yeah."

Ophelia continued massaging her enormous bosom. "I wonder what size bra she has to wear."

"I've wondered the same thing many times."

"Looks like she's enjoying herself," Sarah commented, absorbed in the on-screen breast play.

The busty model stopped feeling herself up and started removing her skirt. As she bent forward to push the skirt down her legs, her huge breasts swung down from her chest, dangling heavily.

"I see what you mean about the shape," Sarah observed.

"Hmm?"

"I'm talking about how her boobs stay so round like that all the time. They look super firm, too." Sarah pulled the lapels of her nightgown to either side and unfastened her bra, baring her lusciously big breasts. She looked back and forth between the naked flesh on the television and her own exposed bosom, comparing them introspectively.

Owen's attention moved from the video to his lover's spectacular chest. "They're really huge," he commented admiringly.

"No kidding," Sarah agreed, with her eyes on the screen.

"No, I mean yours!" he corrected.

"Oh," she exclaimed with a laugh. "Thank you!"

Owen leaned toward her and took one of her large boobs in his hand, stroking it appreciatively. Sarah inhaled deeply as he fondled her, arching her back in response to his caresses. As he explored the splendor of her swollen mammaries, he relished how firm they were, full and taut in their relentless growth. After enjoying this pleasure for a time, she scooted over in front of him and sat between his legs, explaining, "Now you can reach me better."

As he took both of her big tits in his hands and began giving them a complete massage, Sarah could feel his penis rising higher against her back, which made the experience even more stimulating for her. She reached behind and wrapped her fingers around his burgeoning erection.

By now Ophelia was having a wonderful time consuming a banana, apparently mistaking it for something more animal than vegetable. Sarah giggled and said, "I didn't realize that pornography employed such subtle Freudian symbolism."

They both giggled. Since Sarah's bra was no longer serving its function, she removed it and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Inspired, Owen then took her negligée from her shoulders and when he let it drop, it fell onto his upright dick, creating a little tent. Sarah grabbed the robe and flung it aside, then resumed exploring her friend's stiff manhood.

The video cut to a scene of a gardener at work trimming a hedge. He was handsome and muscular, whistling as he labored under the hot afternoon sun. Stopping to mop his brow with a handkerchief, he scanned the horizon until his gaze fell upon a neighbor's house, where, to his great and obvious delight, he spied Miss Biggens' topless form in the window. The camera briefly cut to a close-up of the model's enormous breasts, and then back to the gardener's melodramatic double take.

The man sneaked over to Ophelia's kitchen window and peered inside. He watched for several minutes as she continued playing with her heavy tits, which apparently caused her to become quite aroused. She squirmed as she fondled her extraordinarily large bosom, and the gardener began rubbing his crotch.

Ophelia turned around for no discernable reason, and suddenly saw the gardener at the window. She shook her head and wagged her finger at the naughty man, but then, since she was so horny after all, and since the handsome gardener also appeared to be in need, it was only logical to invite the stranger inside for some friendly sexual intercourse.

She lifted her breasts, one in each hand, and held them up for the gardener's benefit, a pantomime invitation to come inside. The man grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

Ophelia went to the back door to let him in, and as the man walked into the house, his eyes bulged out as he surveyed his naked hostess's abundantly mammiferous form. She closed the door and turned toward her guest with a sultry look, just as the man stepped right between her and the camera. With a cut to a close-up, his hands were suddenly kneading the woman's huge tits.

"Hey, I thought we were going to watch the soft porn first!" Sarah commented.

"Oops," Owen replied, grinning.

After some serious and rather involved petting, Ophelia and the gardener abruptly stopped their foreplay and exited the kitchen. A bedroom scene appeared as the couple walked in and closed the door. The man had apparently taken off his shirt and shoes along the way, because he was now wearing only his pants, which Ophelia immediately began removing with great pleasure.

Sarah drew a sharp breath when the man's extra large penis came flopping out into view. "Good grief! Owen, that guy's thing is even bigger than yours!"

"Well, thanks for the comparison, but I'm not that much bigger than average. The stud-muffins they use in these videos are all hung like horses, though."

As Ophelia went down on the gardener, Sarah slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off. She then raised up her fanny and positioned herself atop Owen's stiff manhood, slowly easing herself down onto it. With a moan of pleasure, she settled her full weight on him, feeling him penetrate her deeply.

Owen caressed her big boobs as they watched the video, contemplating how this was the first time he'd ever viewed the footage with someone else's body parts in hand. He could tell that Sarah's breasts had grown some since the last time he'd held them.

Their passion grew ever more urgent as the video continued running. Vigorously sliding up and down on his big erection, Sarah's squeaks and moans increased both in pitch and in number as she approached climax. She was momentarily distracted when the gardener started ejaculating, fascinated as she watched him squirt a large amount of semen all over Ophelia's face.

"Owen," she panted, "why did he come on her face?"

"That's the way they do it in porn. If he came in her mouth or inside her pussy, there'd be nothing to see on screen. So the guy always ejaculates externally."

"Ah," she huffed. "I see."

"Sarah?"

"Mm?"

"How about if you turn around and face me while we're doing this? I'd rather look at you than the video."

"You would?" she asked, stopping and twisting her head around to look at him.

"Of course!"

Sarah grinned as she lifted herself up and turned around. Now facing her lover, she began easing back down on him. Purposely letting her breasts bump lightly against his cheeks, she asked in a sultry voice, "How's this?"

Owen clutched her boobs to his face, and nodded his approval from between them. It was exciting for him to feel the extreme volume of soft flesh that he was holding as Sarah vigorously availed herself of his rock-hard erection. He wiped her breasts back and forth across his face as she squirmed aggressively on his lap. Then grasping her waist, he moved her back a bit so he could have a better view of her enormous tits, jostling wildly as she rode him like a rodeo bull. The sight of Sarah's great mammaries was mesmerizing as they pitched and wobbled heavily in mid-air, repeatedly flopping back down on her tummy with a slap.

Sarah had never been this turned on in her life, and her sexual energy was fierce. It felt wonderful to have Owen's big stiff penis inside her, and she was also deriving pleasure from the amazing size of her own breasts. She loved how heavy they felt, tugging at her torso as they swung about. Sarah also loved the expression on her lover's face as he closely watched their gravid, bouncing antics.

Owen could barely believe he was fucking a woman with such huge tits: it was a lifelong fantasy come true! To make things even more amazing, the woman was Sarah, the shy wallflower whose boobs had been mere pimples not long ago! He wished he had a video of what he was seeing at that moment, so he could play it back whenever he wanted. He grasped her huge glands in his hands again, fondling them deeply.

They continued making ferocious love in a barrage of lips and tongues, hands and breasts, and furiously wrestling genitalia at full throttle. Suddenly Sarah arched her back and cried out sharply, her face awash with the unmistakable radiance of a well realized orgasm. After a few seconds, her torrid squirming became a satiated shifting of her weight from side to side upon him, which caused her tits to settle into a gentle swaying motion. This languid swinging was punctuated by jostling bounces from Owen's continuing upward thrusts.

Owen gently scooted down the bed a little, carrying his lover on his lap, and as he lay back on the sheets, Sarah leaned forward with a blissful expression and dragged her huge tits back and forth across his face. He eagerly resumed handling their bulky flesh in ways that sent tingles of delight up her spine, prolonging her rapture and rekindling the heat of her desire. Her nipples poked back out to their fullest extent as he fervently caressed her bulging glands: stroking, cuddling, and squeezing them until he came forcefully. As his big erection pulsated within her, she climaxed again with a shriek of delight.

Owen stayed hard inside Sarah as he lay under her, watching her imposing breasts dangle just inches above his face. He smiled as he gazed up at her bosomy form and said, "Sarah, that was about the best I've ever been laid!"

She looked as if she was about to utter some profound reply, but instead, she suddenly moaned with pleasure and shuddered in yet another climactic spasm. After a few seconds, she sighed and laughed, murmuring simply, "Me too!"


The day of her brother Dave's wedding had finally arrived. Sarah and the other attendants spent the morning preparing the bride, lavishing attention on her and sparing no effort to see that all her needs were met. The ceremony was to be held at Jan's parents' church, a beautiful, ornate building constructed in the early twentieth century, and located not far from her parents' home, where the preparations were being staged.

After the entourage had been fed lunch, they went to work dressing Jan in her wedding gown, an elaborate process that took as long as the women could possibly make it last. After a couple hours of fussing, the preparations were complete except for some final retouching of the bride's make-up. The Maid of Honor and the wedding director assisted with that while the bridesmaids adjourned to make themselves ready for the ceremony.

They dressed in a spare bedroom, giggling like schoolgirls as they stripped to their underwear and began putting on their finery. Sarah was glad to see that two of her fellow bridesmaids were not planning to wear a bra under their low-cut strapless gowns either, which made her feel a little less out-of-place as she removed her baggy sweatshirt. When Sarah's big breasts came bobbing into view, the other bridesmaids, also in various stages of undress, stole glances at her wobbling bounty, awed by the presence of such phenomenal mammaries.

Jan's little sister Amy was one of the bridesmaids. She was fifteen years old and her development had recently advanced beyond that of other girls her age, having inherited the same extra bustiness her sister was endowed with. Amy's youth made her quick to speak her mind, and at that moment her mind was occupied by a pair of particularly large breasts. "Wow!" she murmured as she looked at Sarah's dangling opulence. "I really love your figure, uh — I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Sarah," she said, smiling. "And you're Amy?"

"Yeah. I bet you have a lot of boyfriends, don't you?"

"Actually, I don't. There's one guy I'm — seeing — but he's more of a friend than a boyfriend."

"Really?" Amy responded. The expressions on the faces of the other bridesmaids echoed her surprise. "I'd have thought that with boobs as big as yours," Amy went on impertinently, "you'd have guys just dripping off you!"

"Well, thanks, but I've never had that kind of — drippage. I suppose my figure may attract a few men, but..." she trailed off with a sigh.

"Well you sure had Bill Rahall's attention last night at the rehearsal dinner! He couldn't take his eyes off — you." The bridesmaids giggled.

"Seriously?" Sarah asked.

"Didn't you see the way he scrambled to get a seat next to you at the table?" the young woman asked with a grin. "I guarantee he's got the hots for you, girl!"

"You really think so?"

"Oh, definitely!"

"No, we were just catching up. I've known him since I was little," Sarah said, dismissing the notion.

"Yeah, well now you're big, and Bill noticed!"

The ladies all laughed, and one of them confirmed, "He was checking out every inch of you!"

Sarah chuckled. "Well, most of the time he was just staring off into space!"

Amy grinned. "Actually — he was staring at you in the big mirror on the wall!"

"Now how can you be sure of that?"

"I watched him. No doubt about it! Bill's gorgeous, too — for an older guy." The other women moaned and laughed at the idea of the handsome thirty-something bachelor being called an 'older guy'.

"I've always found Bill attractive," Sarah agreed.

"Go for it, then. He's unattached."

"He is? That's good to know."

Contemplating these things, Sarah took her gown from its hanger and stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist. When she attempted to draw the bodice over her bosom, however, her mind filled with horror as she realized how much bigger her breasts had become since being measured. She desperately tried to cover her profound abundance, but without success. Her eyes began filling with tears as she imagined not being able to participate in the wedding because her big boobs wouldn't fit into her gown.

Just then, the director opened the door and stuck her head in. "How's everyone doing?" she asked optimistically.

The other women answered positively, but when Heather saw the panic and frustration on Sarah's face, she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "What's the matter, hon?"

Forcing her composure, Sarah replied, "I don't think this dress is going to fit me." The other bridesmaids looked at her with concern as she tried to pull the bodice up over her oversize breasts.

Since it was Heather's responsibility to see that all aspects of the wedding ran smoothly, she dispensed with all rules of personal space, and jumped right in to assist. But no matter how the two women shook, pushed, and tucked, Sarah's big boobs refused to cooperate. Venting an exasperated sigh, the wedding director whipped out her cell phone and speed dialed the bridal boutique, muttering, "When you pay top dollar to have a dress altered, it damn well ought to be done right!"

Sarah touched Heather's shoulder and shook her head, saying, "It wasn't their fault."

Heather looked at her questioningly and spoke into the phone, "Let me speak to Sherry, please."

Under the circumstances, there seemed to be no way for Sarah to keep her secret any longer. "It's my fault the dress doesn't fit!"

"How could it be your fault?"

"Well, I'm..." Sarah glanced around at the others, who were giving her their undivided attention. "I didn't realize how much my breasts had grown since I was fitted."

Heather looked at Sarah's bare bosom in wonderment. "You mean they're even bigger now?"

"Yes. I have a condition. Or something. My breasts started developing all over again some months ago!" A hush fell over the women as they surveyed the naked, wiggling evidence of this claim. Sarah wished a hole would open up beneath her so she could fall into it.

Heather brought welcome relief to the silence, speaking into the phone. "Sherry? Heather. Problem! We have a bridesmaid's dress that doesn't fit! The ceremony's in about an hour and I need your help now!" After hurriedly giving Sherry directions to the house, Heather hung up without mentioning that the improper fit might not be due to an error on the store's part. She was counting on guilt to expedite the arrival of help on the scene.

By the time Sherry showed up twenty minutes later, the other bridesmaids had already left for the church, and Heather sat waiting with Sarah, keeping her company and doing her best to cheer her up. Setting down her sewing kit, Sherry apologized, "Heather, I'm so sorry about this — I don't know what could have happened!"

The wedding director held up a hand, saying, "Well, apparently, it wasn't your fault."

A look of great relief came over the seamstress. "Well, what on Earth could have happened?"

As Heather hemmed and hawed, trying to find the most polite phraseology for what needed to be said, Sarah rose to her feet and explained, "The reason this dress doesn't fit is because I've grown a bit since you measured me." Sarah had put her sweatshirt back on for modesty's sake while waiting for Sherry's arrival, and as she now pulled it back off, she continued dejectedly, "The fact is that my boobs have gotten too big for it!"

Confused, Sherry stared at Sarah's surprisingly large breasts, lolling nakedly atop the dress's crumpled bodice. "Let me understand — you're saying your bust is that much bigger now than it was when you came in for your fitting just a few weeks ago?"

Sarah nodded and Heather shrugged helplessly.

Sherry placed a hand against her cheek as she stared at the bridesmaid's extra large, exposed mammaries. "I declare! How in the world did that happen?"

Sarah shook her head. "Not a clue."

"No matter," Sherry proclaimed, opening her case. "I'll have you fixed up in just a few minutes.

The knot in Sarah's stomach relaxed a bit as the woman went to work investigating the problem. Heather stood by in frantic helplessness, however, not yet willing to trust that the crisis was truly about to pass.

"My, my," Sherry commented as she peeked and probed around the vicinity of Sarah's big bust. "You sure did grow some! If I may say so, it's really quite lovely. I wish I could do that!"

She started snipping away at the gown in a manner that was frightening to Heather as she watched, but Sarah was something of a seamstress herself, and observed the woman's expert actions with a knowledgeable appreciation. After instructing Sarah to take off the dress, Sherry stitched in a couple of panels that expanded the capacity of its bodice. In a few minutes, she bit off the last thread and handed the dress back to Sarah, saying, "See if this will fit you."

Sarah took the garment and stepped into it again. When she pulled it up to her big bust, the dress still seemed a bit small, but two extra pairs of hands immediately jumped in to assist. The ceremony was now just a few minutes away, and all three women yanked and pulled as if the fate of the world hung in the balance.

Finally, they were able to achieve some success. At least Sarah had the dress on, which was an improvement, though she was barely street legal with her profuse flesh overflowing the gown's deep neckline. Heather and Jan stepped back and inspected the bosomy bridesmaid, surveying their results with relief. Sarah was not as enthusiastic.

"Oh," she moaned. "I look awful!"

Sherry looked at her with surprise. "No you don't! Maybe you look like a poster child for the National Cleavage Foundation, but you do not look awful! Hell, I'd love to look like you do for just one night!"

"Well — thanks..."

"You look fine, dear," Heather assured Sarah. "Now, let's go! We've got to leave now!"

The latecomers finally arrived at the church, and when they entered the room where the bride and the other bridesmaids were waiting, there was an audible sigh of relief.

When Jan saw Sarah's dress, her eyes widened. "Wow!" she commented, marveling at the wide tract of exposed bosom.

"I'm sorry, Jan," Sarah apologized. "I feel terrible about this! I'll be glad to bow out if you'd rather not have me in the ceremony looking this way. I'll understand."

"Nonsense! I'd want you to be part of my wedding even if you had to wear old jeans and a tee shirt! Besides, you look amazing! My goodness! The girls told me all about what's been happening to you."

"Yeah, go figure — my body waits 'til I'm 28 years old, and then I start developing!"

"And with a vengeance, too! I'd been wanting to ask you about that ever since I took you to the bridal shop."

"Okay, listen everybody," Heather interrupted. Everything is ready, and it's time for us to go to the narthex and wait for the organist to play the processional!" The other women began jabbering as they ushered Jan toward the door. "Don't panic, ladies," the director admonished, "they won't start without the bride! Just take your time — we don't want anyone to fall and get hurt!"

The groomsmen were waiting for them when the entourage appeared in the church's foyer, and when Sarah spotted Bill Rahall, he was already making his way toward her wearing a big smile. As he took his place beside her, he offered her his arm, whispering, "You look fantastic!" His compliment made Sarah feel much better, and she affectionately hooked her arm through his.

As they waited for the procession to begin, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Bill was repeatedly stealing glances at her boobs. This attention was intoxicating, especially in light of her conversation with the other bridesmaids about Bill's interest in her.

The organist began the processional, and all the guests in the sanctuary turned their heads to watch as the attendants and their escorts slowly advanced down the aisle. When it was Sarah and Bill's turn to step out, he patted her arm reassuringly with his big hand.

In spite of the evidence that testified to his attraction to her, Sarah still couldn't help but think of Bill as one of her brother's "grown up" friends. He was a big man, about six and a half feet tall, which only served to reinforce this perception. She still felt like a little girl as she stood next to him. In Bill's thinking, however, there was nothing little about Dave's younger sister anymore.

As they walked down the aisle together, Sarah drew many astonished stares from those she passed. Even the minister did a double take when he saw her sprawling décolletage.

Otherwise, the ceremony went well, and after the vows had been said, the families and friends filed out of the church and began migrating to a nearby Holiday Inn where the reception was to be held. The wedding party stayed at the church for a while to pose for formal photographs, and when Bill and Sarah were no longer needed, he drove her to the reception.

In the car on the way, Bill asked, "How long has it been since we've seen each other, Sarah?"

"Oh, I guess I was about fourteen or fifteen when you went off to college. Long time, huh?"

"Yeah. Too long. I must have been expecting you to still look the same, because it took me a minute to recognize you at first yesterday." He didn't mention that it had taken him that long to move his eyes up to her face. "You've turned into such a beautiful woman!"

Sarah was delighted to hear this, and for the first time was glad that there was so much of her on display. "Thank you, Bill! It's really been great to see you again, too."

After arriving at the Holiday Inn, they found their way to the banquet hall, where the festivities were already under way. As part of the wedding party, they were announced upon their arrival, and in addition to the friendly applause, several hoots were heard as Sarah was escorted in on Bill's arm.

They took seats at the head table with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen. The bride and groom soon entered as well, and everyone stood to applaud them. The band began playing the newlyweds' first dance, and eventually other couples joined them on the floor. Bill asked Sarah to dance, and she eagerly agreed, though she harbored reservations. She stood, telling him, "I have to warn you — you're about to dance with a total klutz! Your feet are in grave danger."

Bill chuckled. "I'm sure you'll do fine. I'm not planning any fancy steps — just hold me and sway."

"I think I can handle that."

He escorted her onto the floor, and they turned toward one another. Sarah hadn't danced with anyone since becoming so busty, and when they embraced to begin dancing, she was as startled as Bill was when her corpulent mammaries bumped so firmly against him, billowing out profusely on each side and rising high on her chest. He pulled her close and she returned the favor. As he held her in his big arms, Sarah couldn't help but wonder if the parts of Bill that she couldn't see were as big as the rest of him.

The music ended too soon. The next song was a fast number, however, and since neither of them desired to risk embarrassing themselves, they retired to their table. The evening's merriment continued with eating, drinking, toasts, and more dancing. Bill and Sarah chatted comfortably as they dined, and when they eventually finished their food, they pushed their plates back and continued their dialogue.

After a while, Sarah said, "If you'll excuse me for a minute, I need to visit the ladies' room."

"Well, let me walk with you," Bill replied. "I need to find a restroom too."

They slipped out a side door and followed some signs down a long hallway until they found restrooms at its end. They felt they must have missed the main facilities, since these lavatories were so small and remote. Sarah was glad Bill had come with her: the secluded hall would have seemed foreboding without him.

When she emerged from the ladies room, Bill was waiting for her, leaning against the wall. He smiled at her when she appeared, taking a step forward and holding out his hand to her, which she took. Instead of heading back down the hall, though, they just stood face to face for a protracted moment, looking at one another.

Suddenly Bill placed his hands on her big bosom, and his caresses sent waves of pleasure surging through Sarah's body. He slipped his fingers into the dress's bodice and scooped up her heavy, bulbous mammaries, marveling at their fleshy bulk as he fondled them.

Sarah looked at him seductively and said, "You've been looking down my dress all day, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have," he happily admitted, "and it's been so much fun!"

Casting a glance down the hall to be sure they were still alone, she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress to her waist, pushing the garment out of the way so Bill could freely handle her huge breasts. As Sarah watched him play with them zealously in his large hands, she found the expression on his face highly gratifying.

"My, my," he breathed. "You're so big!"

She unzipped his pants and was thrilled with her reward when she thrust her fingers inside and found his large erection. Just as she was reflecting that her fantasies about Bill had not done him justice, she realized that his member was still on the rise! "You're getting pretty darn big yourself," she commented hungrily.

"Sarah, I've always liked really big breasts, and I've gotta say — yours are the sexiest I've ever seen!"

Bill's hands filled her with intense pleasure as he thoroughly caressed her. He moaned as he watched Sarah's marvelously huge tits dance and wobble in his grasp, and she was amazed by the magnitude of his hard-on as she stroked it. Enthralled by the dimensions of each other's bodies, they played and played in the deserted hallway until something had to be done.

"Sarah," Bill panted, "how about if I go get us a room."

She nodded emphatically, and they forced themselves to let go of each other and fix their clothes. As they hurried back down the hall in search of the lobby, Sarah wrestled with her huge breasts, trying to force them more securely into the gown.

In a few minutes, however, she was taking them out again in a rented room. Bill watched their heavy dangling with fascination as the couple stripped, casting their clothing aside. Sarah also did her share of gawking after Bill took off his clothes, and she renewed her investigation into the phenomenon. Before long, he was plumbing regions that heretofore had been unexplored.

They'd both planned to rejoin the reception after making love, but as it turned out, they stayed in bed together all night and got very little sleep. It was a most satisfying experience for both. In the morning they got up early because Bill had to catch a plane, and he gave Sarah a lift to her car on his way to the airport. Before parting, they exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, promising to keep in touch.

 

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