Chapter V
	I expected that I had seen the last of Jen for a while.  I can't say 
that I was terribly upset at the prospect.  She was an eager lover, but 
she had been ruthless and manipulating as well.  She had caused me to 
hurt others.  I didn't feel too bad about Amanda; she had been as bad as 
Jen, in her fashion.  However, I did feel a little bit guilty about Kelly.
  
	The next day I went over to see Kelly again.  I apologized to her for 
causing her pain and then proceeded to tell her about Jen.  She was 
initially upset that I had collaborated with Jen to hurt her, but 
eventually forgave me.  We got to talking afterwards and it was hours 
before our conversation ended.  We began dating and, after a few weeks, 
sleeping together.  I never mentioned the formula to her since I felt she 
wouldn't benefit by knowing.  I kept my dick at a constant length and we 
were both quite happy once we got used to it.

	(Actually, I had to stop using the formula that induced growth whenever 
I got horny.  While it was nice to be able to walk around without an 
excessive mass of flesh in my pants, it left me open to other 
inconveniences.  The problem resulted from my inability to control my 
thoughts; once I started thinking about sex, it was hard to stop.  This 
almost caused an embarrassing situation in class one day.  

	Rebecca Garnet and I were working in the lab together when she needed to 
get a beaker.  The cupboard for beakers was at floor level, so she knelt 
down.  As she did so, I was able to get a good look down the front of her 
loose blouse, whereupon I discovered that Rebecca's B-cups weren't 
covered by a bra.  This got my mind churning and an erection became 
imminent.  I tried to ignore it, but a back portion of my mind still 
recalled that brief glimpse.  As my dick continued to expand, I realized 
that not only would my erection be blatantly obvious to Rebecca but it 
would also become decidedly uncomfortable to store a 14+ inch rod in my 
pants.  I decided to leave before I was forced to determine the strength 
of the tailoring and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom.  After jacking 
of in one of the stalls, I decided to maintain it at a constant mass.  
Loose pants disguised it well enough when it was flaccid and I didn't 
risk splitting the seams if I was unable to relieve the pressure of an 
erection.)

	The night of our one month anniversary (Kelly kept track of sappy stuff 
like that) we went out for dinner and a movie.  We returned to my room 
afterwards and began to make out.  A few minutes later, a knock came at 
the door. I ignored it and concentrated on unzipping the back of Kelly's 
dress.  The knock came again, louder this time.  Kelly broke off our kiss 
and looked pointedly at me.

	"They'll leave," I said.  "Just ignore it."  I didn't want the mood to 
be broken; like any woman, Kelly was occasionally prone to losing her 
desire, and I was ready to go.  As I returned my focus to undressing her, 
a series of sharp raps sounded on the door.  Whoever it was seemed quite 
determined.  

	When the knocking gave way to solid pounding, Kelly gave me a meaningful 
stare.  "Saul," she said with a tinge of irritation.  There was no need 
for more, so I sighed and went to the door.  

	 As I opened it, I began to demand an explanation for the rude intrusion.
  The person on the other side wasn't listening.  Instead, they just 
pushed their way past me into the room.  It was Jen. 

	Her hair was brushed straight back and not elaborately styled as usual.  
Still her face was painted up and her T-shirt and jeans, while plain, fit 
well.  Her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying.  Mixed in with her 
perfume, I could detect the slightest scent of alcohol.  Clearly she was 
upset, judging by the cast of her face.

	"Saul!" she cried, and then threw herself around me.  I stood numb, not 
knowing what to do.  I looked at Kelly, who appeared equally perplexed.  
"I can't take it anymore!  I've got to have you back!"  This was followed 
by muted sobbing.  

	"Umm, Jen," I began.  "Look, umm, we just weren't-"

	Jen cut me off.  "No!  I'll be better!  I am so sorry for the way I 
treated you!"  She looked up at me as she pleaded.  "I was wrong!  I was 
so wrong to do that to you!  I want to make it up to you!  Please, Saul!  
I need you!  I need you to be with me."
	
	I was taken aback at this speech, but before I could even think of 
something to say, Kelly spoke up.  "Give it a rest, Jen.  I know what you 
did.  You were cruel and heartless with the way you treated people.  The 
only person you care about is you."  Her voice was cold with a tinge of 
menace.  

	Jen looked over at Kelly, noticing her presence for the first time.  "Oh,
 so this is who you've taken up with," she stated, looking directly at my 
girlfriend.  "Is 'The Cavern' treating you right, Saul?" she cooed.  I 
could see Kelly's eyes flare at the nickname; obviously it was a label 
she was not fond of.  "Does she fuck you like I did - hard and fast and 
all the time?"  As she said this, Jen rubbed her hand over my cock, 
squeezing it softly through the pants.

	"Stop it!" shrieked Kelly.  Her green eyes blazed with anger.  "Cut it 
out!  He's my boyfriend now, so lay off!"  Then, as an afterthought, she 
added with a smirk, "'Board'."

	This time it was Jen's eyes who flashed with rage.  She appeared equally 
displeased with the unkind reference to her flat chest.  She stopped 
caressing my dick and turned to face her rival.  For a second I feared 
that they would start attacking one another; they looked like a pair of 
tigresses about to fight.  Lucky me got to be the prize at stake.  While 
some distant part of my mind endorsed the idea of two women fighting over 
me, the practical side realized that if war broke out it would likely 
mean serious injury for one or both and maybe even me.  

	As all this ran through my mind, Jen's gaze wavered and her grimace of 
anger was replaced with a sly smile.  "You're right.  I guess I do have a 
pretty flat chest."  Her voice was cool and collected; it hardly seemed 
possible from the near-hysterical mess that had pushed into my room 
minutes earlier.  "Even your little bumps tower over mine."  Kelly's 
expression tightened at the barb, but Jen continued uncaring.  "And that 
makes me wonder, because I know Saul like his women busty!"

	Jen shot a quick knowing glance at me and then dashed over to the fridge.
  Before I realized what she was doing, she'd opened the door and had 
pulled out a vial.  "What's this?  A formula of some sort?  Whatever 
could it be for?" she asked coyly.  

	"Saul, what is that?" Kelly asked, bewildered.  

	"I knew it!" Jen cackled before I could reply.  "She doesn't know!  You 
knew she wouldn't have done it for you, didn't you Saul?  That's why you 
didn't tell her.  You knew that I was the only one who cared enough to do 
it for you."  I opened my mouth, but couldn't seem to say anything.  Jen 
was mostly right; I had decided that Kelly probably wouldn't have gone 
for the formula, so I'd never told her.  Jen continued with her tirade.  
"Well, Little Miss Cunt, let me show you what really turns on your man!"  
With that, she tipped back the bottle and took a swallow.  

	"What's going on?!" Kelly hissed, totally confused.

	Jill smacked her lips and set the vial down.  "You see, honey, your guy 
likes women with big, firm tits.  He likes to bury his face in them as he 
fucks their brains out.  He likes to rub his cock on them.  He likes to 
suck them and pinch them while he cums.  He likes to watch them bounce as 
he pounds his big dick into you.  However, it seems I was the only one 
who could give him what he wanted."

	"You?!" Kelly spat out.  "You barely have a chest!  You couldn't-"  
Kelly broke off as she saw the growth process for the first time.  

	As before, it started with the nipples.  They erected quite obviously 
into the tight T-shirt.  When they appeared to be just under an inch, her 
tits began to swell like water balloons attached to a faucet.  Tennis 
ball mounds formed beneath the cloth, and soon they grew beyond Kelly's 
small pair.  Soon they were the size of oranges, making sizable 
indentations in the fabric and drawing it taut across her tits.  When her 
breasts were about D-cup size, the process stopped.  Jen gave her chest a 
shake, which set the firm grapefruits bouncing.

	"My God!" breathed Kelly.  She was not the only one impressed; my cock 
was trying to salute from within my pants.

	"You see, this is what a real woman looks like.  And only a real woman 
can satisfy Saul."  Jen practically howled with triumph.  "Look, he's 
hard as rock at seeing me!"

	Kelly followed Jen's pointing finger to the large bulge down my left leg.
  Her eyes hardened momentarily in a glare and I felt slightly ashamed 
for being turned on.  Still, there was little I could do to stop it, and 
I told Kelly as much.  "I like women with big breasts, Kelly."  I 
shrugged, then hastily added, "not that there's anything wrong with you, 
of course!  It's just that..."

	Kelly cut me off with a wave of her hand.  I could see she was upset, 
but apparently most of her emotion was directed at Jen, not me.  "I don't 
know what it is you've done," she hissed, "but you're not going to get 
away with this."  Kelly's next action stunned me and Jen both; she strode 
past Jen and grabbed another container of the liquid from the open fridge.
  Grimacing slightly, she took a swallow of the formula.

	She and Jen stared at each other in silence.  The gauntlet had been 
thrown and the challenge accepted.  I decided that intervention at this 
point was not only too late but likely foolhardy as well.  I would just 
have to watch itself play out.

	Kelly gave a quiet moan when the formula hit.  The green fabric of her 
dress was thicker than that of Jen's T-shirt, so the initial growth of 
the nipples was masked.  However, it became apparent that her chest was 
increasing.  The top billowed outward slowly with determination.  The 
dress was tight to begin with, so Kelly's new cleavage was compressed to 
the sides and upwards.  It didn't take long before the fabric began to 
get severely distorted by the expanding mass beneath.  The tightness was 
undoubtedly uncomfortable, but she ignored it and waited for the process 
to end.  When at last it did, her dress appeared grotesquely small.  It 
was impossible for me to determine how much her breasts had grown, but 
they were clearly too large for her clothing.  Tit flesh was flattened in 
all directions under the fabric, making it look like her tits were as 
round as dinner plates.

	Nothing was said.  Jen glared at Kelly and Kelly at Jen.  I had 
apparently ceased to exist.  I gaped mutely at the unbelievable situation 
unfolding before me.  What followed reminded me of the dueling banjo 
scene in Deliverance; Jen led, but Kelly matched her note for note.  Jen 
took another swallow from her vial.  Her tits shuddered into expansion 
and quickly grew beyond the size of grapefruits.  Kelly followed and soon 
her breasts were expanding as well.  The glares would continue and then 
Jen upped the ante again with another dose.  Kelly called her bet and the 
cycle continued.  

	Jen's shirt soon looked like it was meant for a toddler.  Kelly's dress 
looked equally ridiculous upon her.  The fabric of the T-shirt was 
proving the weaker, for large rips formed along the sides of Jen's tits, 
showing small patches of lightly tanned flesh.  Kelly's dress, though 
made of sterner stuff, appeared to be weakening under the strain as well. 
 Kelly decided not to ruin her outfit and her hands darted behind her to 
undo the zipper.  (I will admit to the possibility that Kelly did it to 
take the initiative away and force Jen to be the one reacting; Kelly is 
pretty sly about such matters.)  She had some difficulty at first, due no 
doubt to the increased diameter of her torso.  After a few sharp tugs 
(and some deliciously tantalizing jiggles of her bosom), Kelly managed to 
get the zipper to her waist.  Her dress slid off her shoulders and 
exposed some very deep cleavage before halting part of the way down the 
slopes.  Kelly smiled seductively/menacingly  and slowly pulled the dress 
down.  (She used to do a very stimulating strip tease before; this was 
even better.)  Her bra could no longer support her tits and now fought a 
losing battle to contain them.  Kelly undid this last constraint as well. 
 Her breasts were the size of volleyballs and were still growing.  
Nipples thicker than my thumbs jutted accusingly at her opponent.

	Jen refused to be one-upped by this.  She threw back her shoulders and 
jutted out her chest.  The T-shirt surrendered unconditionally under the 
increased stress.  The rips became massive tears which rendered the shirt 
into a loose collection of rags.  Jen pulled off the tattered remnants 
and stood before us, naked to the waist.  

	At long last, their mutual growth ended.  I surveyed the results.  Jen 
had started sooner, but apparently Kelly's slight lead in initial size 
had helped her keep up, for both pairs of breasts were had the 
approximate mass of basketballs.  Jen's had a slight tan while Kelly's 
were so pale as to be almost translucent.  Kelly's were practically 
spheres while Jen's had more of rounded cone shape.  Jen's areolae were 
larger, but Kelly had thicker nipples.  Regardless of these insignificant 
differences, both women possessed massive, firm, beautiful breasts.

	Meanwhile, I had a raging hard-on in my pants.  Even in my loose fitting 
khakis the obscene bulge along my left thigh was painfully obvious.  
During the girls' expansion, I had been so entranced by the sheer 
incredulity of the view that I hadn't noticed my condition.  Now the 
torrid sensations roiling through my groin pierced my brain.  It took 
every last shred of willpower I possessed to keep from blowing my load 
down my leg.  My cock demanded satisfaction and throbbed angrily within 
the confining fabric.  

	For a time the women just stared at each other, stuck in a Mexican stand-
off.  Jen rubbed the side of one massive breast and Kelly, not wanting to 
seem behind, followed suit.  As they each did so, a flash of surprise 
passed over both faces.  "OhmyGod!" Kelly breathed as she looked down, 
apparently seeing her tits for the first time.  (In a way, I suppose she 
was.)  Jen had been through this experience before but even she appeared 
slightly taken aback by the extent to which her breasts had grown.  Kelly 
stumbled to the closet, her steps unsteady as she struggled to adjust to 
the new top heaviness.  A shriek followed shortly thereafter.  I limped 
over (bending my left knee wasn't easy, especially since the slight 
friction from moving it threatened to make me come) to see what was the 
matter.

	Kelly stood in front of the full length mirror mounted on the back of 
the closet door.  Standing at a normal distance from it, her tits came 
within inches of brushing the glass.  Her reflection included just over 
half of her tits within the boundaries.  Kelly gazed in near horror at 
the person beyond who had her face but not her body.  The anger and 
jealously that had fueled her irrational brinkmanship with Jen drained 
away as the realization hit home.  "What have I done?" she whispered to 
her image.  "What have I done?"  Tears fell shortly thereafter.  

	Now I admit that I don't like crying women.  I don't know how to deal 
with them.  In the few times I have attempted to be consoling, I usually 
screw up.   I never know if I'm supposed to say something or just keep 
quiet.  I also don't know if I should touch them and if so, how I should 
touch them.  I don't want to seem distant and uncaring by being silent or 
by not touching them; at the same time, I don't want to be pushy or 
forward by saying or touching too much.  However, my ineptitude fails to 
prevent me from making the attempt.  So I would have gone to Kelly's aid. 
 Jen just beat me to it.

	I was surprised to see Jen slip past me (and not just she moved so 
smoothly for a woman with basketball tits) and sidle up next to Kelly.  I 
was almost shocked to hear Jen start to console Kelly.  Jen is just mean 
enough to have used Kelly's moment of weakness to land a few killer 
insults.  Instead, Jen comforted her opponent (or were they now friends?  
Women have an odd way of switching from enemies to allies with no warning.
)  While Kelly blubbered about how "grotesque" and "monstrous" her 
breasts were, Jen told her that she looked fine.  

	"After all," Jen said, "my tits are just as big as yours."  She cupped 
one giant mammary for emphasis.

	"Yeah," Kelly replied with a sniffle.  She took stock a moment, as if 
just now realizing that her breasts weren't all that different from Jen's.

  "I guess we are the same size."  She paused, and a smirk peeked out 
from the corners of her mouth.  "Almost."  Kelly lifted one of her 
breasts up to drive home the point.

	Jen laughed and Kelly followed suit.  They hugged (an impressive 
physical feat, considering the amount of tit flesh they had to overcome; 
watching their breasts flatten into each other almost cost me my rein on 
my dick) and soon appeared to be the best of friends.  (I was tempted to 
snort derisively; fifteen minutes ago they had been vicious enemies and 
now they were pals.  Women.)  The began discussing the experience, 
talking about the sensations of expansion, the effect on their clothes, 
how the other looked, etc.  While some of the stimuli they reported 
peaked my scientific curiosity, I was getting tired of being ignored.  I 
started to say something when their conversation took an abrupt turn

Chapter VI


 One of them had expressed disbelief that they'd done this to themselves. 
 The other said something about the things we (I assume she meant as in 
"we women") do for men.  (I admit that at this point I was, as is so 
typical of my gender, not paying attention to them, so I only vaguely 
remember what lead up to this point.)  This seemed to galvanize them 
somehow and they suddenly became aware of my presence.  While a moment 
before I had wanted their attention, now I was not so sure.

 "This is your fault!" declared Jen, pointing an accusing finger at me.  
"You and your damn formula!"

 Before I could muster a "Huh?" Kelly chimed in.  "Yeah. if it wasn't for 
you men and your perverse desire for big tits we wouldn't look like 
this!"  

 I started to remind them that I had just created the formula and that 
they had been the ones to use it of their own volition.  Jen cut me off.  
"You made this mess, so now you're gonna have to clean it up!"

 I resisted the tremendous urge to fight with them and deferred to the 
little voice in my head that told me to just give in.  "OK, OK, I'm sorry.
  I apologize."  They appeared satisfied with that, so I pressed a little.

  "So are you saying that you don't like the way you look?"
 
That caused them to bluster slightly.  Based upon my observations, 
having big tits for them was much akin to my having a big cock:  very 
empowering.  I don't know if the feelings were a result of the chemical 
or just in the subconscious awareness that the increased size made you 
considerably more desirable to the opposite sex.  Whatever the cause, it 
did feel good and even they couldn't deny it.  After a few seconds of 
indecision, they decided to avoid that little fact entirely.  

 "That's beside the point." Kelly stated.  She looked at Jen who smiled 
and nodded, signaling, "Good answer!"  Kelly continued, "The fact of the 
matter is that we can't go around looking like this.  You have to reverse 
this..."  She struggled to find a word, gave up, and finished, "this 
thing!"  

 Jen strode over to the fridge and pawed through it briefly.  "Yeah, Saul,
 where's the orange stuff?"  When I didn't answer immediately and she 
found no such vial in the refrigerator, she looked back at me.  "Saul?"  
Her tone carried the slightest hint of menace to it.  Kelly had an 
equally displeased air in her gaze.

 I laughed halfheartedly.  "Well, you see, I, umm..."  Now I was fumbling.
  Their eyes narrowed and they crossed their arms across their chests 
(well, to be accurate, they tried, but had to settle for resting their 
arms on top of their massive  breasts).  This actually hurt my 
concentration even more as their tits compress and lift slightly as they 
slid their arms in front of them.  "There is none!" I blurted at last.  
"I didn't replace it after I stopped using the formula!"  

 Jen disbelieved me at first.  "Say what?"  Kelly's creamy skin paled 
significantly (which did wonderful things for the her pink nipples) as 
she took the words in.  The idea that they might be stuck with monster 
tits obviously was unpleasant for both of them.

 I jumped in before Kelly fainted or Jen tried to throttle me.  "But 
don't panic!  I'll just have to go to the lab to make more."  Kelly 
breathed in deeply and let out a great sigh of relief, which did terribly 
nice things with her chest.  Jen's tension diminished noticeably as well. 
 "Only one problem," I continued, casting my eyes downward.  As the women 
directed their gaze to my crotch and straining pants leg, I said, "No way 
I'm going out in public like this."

 Smiles followed.  Kelly, always the demure one, flushed slightly at the 
connotation.  Jen, never the demure one, grinned salaciously and replied, 
"Well, looks like we'll have to... remedy the situation."  She licked her 
lips in anticipation and knelt before me.  (This was actually a pretty 
impressive feat given her recently changed center of gravity; she managed 
to go down to her knees without falling over.)  A few expert flicks of 
her red nailed fingers removed my belt and my pants.  She gingerly 
removed my boxers, making sure not to touch my love muscle.

 Freed from its confines, my cock sprang up to reveal its tortured state. 
 I swear the thing was so red as to almost be purple.  It bobbed angrily 
in the air, demanding release.  Both women whispered mild curses under 
their breath at the sight.  Even I was slightly surprised at the size; 
apparently being denied attention for so long had activated some 
lingering formula still in my system.  My dick had swelled to a Jon 
Holmes-ian 15 inches and was as thick as my wrist.  My scrotum looked 
like a distended softball.  

 Jen licked her lips appreciatively and cooed softly.  "My my my.  How 
I've missed you."  She leaned forward and her breasts contacted my cock.  
Her skin was unbearably smooth.  I only just managed to keep from cumming 
right then.  As it was, my left hand developed an uncontrollable twitch 
and began jerking in a series of muscle spasms.

 Jen pried apart her firm tits and slid my cock deep within her cleavage. 
 The temperature contrast between my fiery rod and her cool skin 
overwhelmed me.  All thoughts fled my brain; there was only my dick and 
Jen.  Jen began to stroke my cock with her tits and I complied wordlessly,
 rocking my hips in tune to her motion.  The twitching spread to my 
forearm; apparently the strain of not cumming seriously interfered with 
my motor control.  
 
After fifteen seconds of this, Jen bent her head and opened her mouth.  
As she sucked in the turgid head of my cock, I lost it.  I felt my eyes 
roll back in my head and for a moment my vision went black.  I groaned 
loudly and exploded.  The cum that had been boiling in my balls for the 
last twenty minutes surged out of dick and into Jen's waiting mouth.  I 
came for what felt like hours while Jen struggled to suck it all in.  She 
hadn't anticipated the extent of my need, though, and jism dribbled down 
her chin and onto the tops of her heaving breasts.  Finally I finished, 
collapsing to my knees, chest heaving.  

 When I finally regained my senses, Jen had licked away the splattered 
semen, although now her lips, chin, and breasts all glistened seductively 
with saliva.  Kelly appeared equally stimulated, judging by the slight 
flush to her cheeks and the telltale moist spot on her panties.  My cock 
lay limp between my thighs, spent for the moment.  Looking at these 
beautiful nymphs, I felt sure that I would be able to get "little Saul" 
ready for action again in a few minutes.  Unfortunately, Jen would have 
none of that.  

 "There, now you're decent again."  She paused to smack her lips a final 
time.  "Nice and filling.  Now put your pants back on and get on over to 
the lab.  Come on, now, let's go!"  I attempted to protest but Jen had me 
out of the door and trudging through the cold night in no time.  

 Luckily, being a senior chem. student and one of the professor's 
favorites, I had the run of the lab.  The lab was normally closed at 
night, but a few of us students had special access privileges.  Tonight 
the lab was empty, which was good.  I had feared that I might have bumped 
into one of my fellow night owls, who occasionally burned the midnight 
oil.  Not that it would have been a problem, but I felt self conscious 
and anxious and I didn't want an distractions.  I worked quickly, 

reproducing some samples I kept in my locker in  half an hour.  I loaded 
up my backpack with stoppered flasks of both green and orange formulas, 
and on a whim, tucked in a bit of the new blue version I had been working 
on.

Returning to the dorm, I paused outside my door.  The door was a few 
inches of wood, but I could just make out noises from within.  I 
cautiously inserted my key in the lock and gingerly turned the knob.  Ad 
the door swung open, the sounds became identifiable:  grunts and moans of 
passion.  Locked in a 69 position, Kelly and Jen groaned appreciatively 
as they fondled one another's tits and licked one another's clits.  I 
grinned and quickly stripped so I could join them.
 
Jen was on top, so I gently pulled her up off Kelly's cunt.  Her blue 
eyes were glazed with lust and her face was covered in Kelly's juices.  
My cock bobbed happily before her eyes and she smirked as she realized 
what was going on.  Jen grabbed my cock in her little hand and guided the 
tip to Kelly's sodden pussy.  I slid in with little resistance.  Kelly 
tensed at the unexpected sensation, but soon got into the swing.  I 
pistoned my hips into hers, drawing a series of higher and higher pitched 
squeals from her.  

 Meanwhile, I hefted Jen's wonderful breasts in my hands.  Their heft was 
surprising and my hands could barely cover her areolae.  I thumbed her 
engorged nipples, scraping them against my palms.  Jen grunted and ground 
her cunt more fiercely into Kelly's face.  I leaned down to her right 
breast and sucked at the pink nipple.  And so it went, our human sex 
machine:  me humping Kelly and sucking Jen while Jen squeezed Kelly's 
breasts and Kelly tongued Jen's clit.  

 Jen gave in first.  Her moans and grunts increased in tempo until 
eventually she uttered a throaty scream.  She threw her head back, 
twisting her torso back and forth so her tits slapped together like 
oversized castanets.  As Jen's juices flowed over her face, Kelly 
achieved her own climax.  Her cunt muscles crushed my cock in a painful, 
slippery vise.  Her cries, muffled by Jen's thighs, rose several octaves 
as she rocked violently beneath me.  Spurred on by my orgasmic companions,
 I pounded harder into Kelly's liquid furnace and came soon thereafter, 
spurting my load deep within her.  

 We separated and struggled to catch our breath.  We were all hot, 
covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, and smiling.  "My turn," puffed 
Jen, brushing hair from her moisture streaked face.  She moved towards my 
half erect dick.

 "Wait," interrupted Kelly.  She pushed in front of Jen and grasped my 
shaft.  "I want a taste," she continued with a lascivious grin.  
(Apparently this menage a' trois had really kickstarted her libido.)  
Bringing my cock up to her full lips, she sucked my still limp shaft 
inside.  She managed to swallow about half of me before she stopped and 
pulled me out.  She repeated the movement until her head became a bobbing 
blur.  My cock rapidly swelled under the delicious stimulus.  When I 
reached full size, Kelly stopped and released her lip lock on my cock, 
which just barely slipped out her mouth with an obscene pop.  "Now you 
can go," she said to Jen.
 
Jen wasted no time and positioned herself over my crotch.  Kelly aided 
my aim and after a miss or tow, my head slid into Jen's waiting vagina.  
The penetration was tougher than with Kelly despite Jen's abundant 
lubrication.   She grimaced with the effort as well.  Luckily, my 
previous climaxes had counteracted the formula somewhat, so my cock had 
diminished by a few inches.  Nevertheless, it was still a very tight fit. 
 "Damn!" Jen breathed.  "I'd forgotten how big you are.  Oh God, how you 
fill me up!"  Her hands rubbed her belly as I slid into her steamy depths.
  
 My view was cut off as Kelly straddled me.  "Don't leave me out!" she 
pouted.  The curly hairs of her muff glistened with moisture.  I got a 
good look as she slid closer.  I opened my mouth wide and sucked in her 
cunt.  She moaned softly and ground her hips into my face.  I locked my 
tongue around her clit and flicked it several times.  Each time she 
jumped like she'd been shocked.
 
On the other end, Jen was rapidly slamming herself onto my cock.  Each 
stroke brought me to her cervix.  After several dozen strokes the tight 
muscle loosened enough for Jen to force me inside.  The squeezing 
pressure intensified geometrically as my dick slipped inside her womb.  
Jen shifted her bouncing into wild rocking gyrations.  Her groans 
increased in volume as she neared release.  

 I reached up with my hands and felt my way to Kelly's breasts.  
(Actually, given their size, it would have been difficult to have missed.
)  I pulled at her nipples, feeling their cork sized thickness.  Kelly 
knotted her fingers into my hair and clamped my face between her thighs.  
Her high pitched whines split the air more frequently and her breath came 
in quick gasps.  I increased my tongue's efforts (managing to strain the 
muscle in the process; avoid it if you can) and sent her closer to the 
edge.  While I struggled to lap up Kelly's profuse juices, Jen was 
rapidly rocking her way to her own orgasm.  Mumbling a litany of "Oh God, 
Oh God, Oh God!", her volume increased, until it became a strange 
symphony of Kelly's high pitched moans and Jen's throaty screams.  

 This time Kelly hit her peak first.  She hit a note that must have woken 
up every dog for miles and practically crushed my face between her 
muscular thighs.  Liquid gushed from her cunt and coated my face.  Jen's 
climax arrived seconds later.  Grinding her pelvis into mine, she yelled 
like a banshee, clamping her powerful cunt around my shat.  The 
additional pressured overwhelmed my defenses and I exploded into her 
fiery chasm.  For those few moments, we became one, humping ourselves 
into one massive, mutual orgasm.    
 
This time we collapsed in a sweaty, heaving heap.  The emotional and 
physical strains of the evening had left us all drained.  I dozed off on 
the floor, two pairs of basketball sized tits resting comfortably on my 
chest.  Jen arose first a few hours later and stumbled off to the 
bathroom.  I heard the water come on in the shower and briefly considered 
joining her; but then I remembered how cramped it had been before (we'd 
tried it a few times before with mildly positive results) and decided it 
would be unmanageable with her new chest.  Being the gracious gentleman I 
am (as well as damn tired) I let Kelly take the next shower.  When Kelly 
finished, Jen showed her the orange formula.  I ran through the shower 
(they had drastically reduced the supply of hot water) and when I 
returned both women's chests were drastically reduced.  Kelly's dress fit 
her once more, albeit a bit snug.  Jen's transformation had shredded her 
T-shirt, so I loaned her one of mine so she wouldn't get busted for 
indecent exposure.  Kelly and Jen kissed me in turn and then strode out 
into the chilly dawn together.  I yawned and went back to blissful dreams.




