HAITIAN HOOTERS

I was 18 years old when I hid out in the Army.  Two years later I found
myself helping to restore democracy in Haiti.  That's when this all
started.

Growing up was traumatic and uncomfortable for me.  See, while all my
girlfriends and  all the other girls in school were maturing and growing
out, I was maturing and growing up.  No out.  Just UP.  Okay, I wasn't a
freak or anything, just taller than almost everyone else and definitely
flatter.

All during school I kept waiting.  I was jealous of the girls that grew
boobs.  I was also more than a little turned on watching them in the
showers.  Or seeing them maneuvering through the halls, all the guys heads
turning to follow them as the majestically sailed past, bow first.

And why is it that a girl can be about butt ugly and, if she is short, will
be termed "cute".  Well, I was no woofer, I wasn't Miss America material
but I WAS a lot prettier than Marcia Whyte.  She was only 4'10" so SHE was
cute.  I was a foot taller and couldn't get a guy to notice me if my hair
was on fire.  Well, it felt that way to me.  I had had a few dates but they
had not gone well in my mind.  Looking back I suppose it was as much my
attitude as anything else that prevented any ongoing relationship.  But at
the time I thought it was all their fault and because I was so tall.

My sex drive was just fine.  And I had practiced with enough members of the
fruit and vegetable families that I thought my technique was okay.  I just
never had the chance to show a guy the skills I had developed on bananas
and cucumbers and squash and so on.  But they really really felt good
filling up my cunt while I stroked and kneaded my very sensitive nipples.
I discovered that I could have small orgasms just from teasing my nipples.
And let me slip a cuke into my snatch and watch out!  Most of my
girlfriends thought that multi-orgasmic women were a figment of the women's
movement.  I knew otherwise, but why should I tell them?

To get to the point.  My social and sexual life changed big time after I
had been in Haiti.  I was serving as liaison between the command group in
the capitol and some of the groups in the field.  Driving down a country
lane, more than a little lost, I came around a sudden curve to discover a
donkey in the middle of the road.  More from instinct than anything else, I
swerved off the road and plowed into the roadside ditch.

The greenery rushing at me and the donkey braying was the last thing I
remember.  When I woke up I was lying on a pallet on the floor of a
ramshackle hut.  My head hurt and my ribs ached.  No, my ribs were killing
me.  I discovered the difference when I tried to sit up.

"Augh! Oh, god, that hurts!"

"Childe, you stay still.  I fix you up soon enough.  Don worry 'bout dat."

What looked like the oldest woman in the world was doing something on the
other side of the hut.  I couldn't see very well, there wasn't much light
in the hut, just some flickering flames from a small fire near the front
door and some kind of flame on the table in front of my hostess.

Just then she gave a grunt of satisfaction.  I heard a pop as the flame in
front of her died and she scurried over to me carrying a beaker of liquid
and  some strips of  cloth.

"You got you some smashed up ribs dere when you hit dat steerin wheel.  But
you miss Josie and a tank you for dat.  I don know how I do what I need ta
round here with out him.  Now drink this and slip out dat shirt so's I can
slap dis poultice on you.  You be good as new by morning you see."

"Old Mother," I said, "if I got smashed ribs, and how do you know that I
do, I should be in the hospital not lying here drinking some herbal tea and
having you do who knows what with that .... that..." words failed me.

"Now childe, I know you got rib broke on account I laid hands on you to get
you in here.  I taken care of lot worse than that.  Now DRINK!"

I found myself gripping the beaker with both hands and downing the brew
with no further argument.  It tasted pretty good, surprisingly.

"Now don't look at me like that.  Something don have to taste horrible to
work real good.  I  foun that out years ago."  She said in response to my
questioning look.

"Who are you, where am I?" I asked as she helped me slip off my fatigue
shirt.  For some reason, I wasn't objecting to this now.  As a matter of
fact, I noticed that  a real feeling of warmth was spreading thru me from
the pit of my stomach, up through my chest, down through my groin and out
to my extremities.

"Well, I'm da Juju woman round dese parts.  You be in my home which most
folks don' see I tell ya.  And I'm in your debt on account of you missed
hitting my Josie. Now lets see what we got here."  And she began poking and
prodding at my side.

I didn't feel nearly as much pain as I thought I might.  Either I wasn't
hurt as bad as I thought or the potion was really numbing me up.  I was
feeling more than a little light headed by now.

"Well, this will fix you right up.  Take off that silly little bra.  You
don need it anyway and it's jus us girls here.  Don't be bashful." she
continued as she saw my hesitation.  Even doped up I was a little
embarrassed to undress in front of a stranger.

"Well, I see you stuffing still.  Don worry I not tell no one."  It was
true I did wear a padded bra but it was just to give some shape to my
clothes.  I knew even as I repeated the lie to myself that that wasn't the
reason.

"I just want boobs so bad i could cry."  I didn't even realize I'd said it
outloud till I heard it.

"Never you mind.  Here hold this while I pin this.  There, that'll work.
Now you lie down and rest.  I'll wake you toward mornin."

The next I knew, I was being shaken awake.  I stretched out on the bed and
it wasn't till I relaxed that I remembered that it should have hurt.  But
it didn't.  Amazed, I probed my side and realized that I felt no pain at
all!

"Glad you awake, childe." The old crone smiled at me.  "Now I work on that
other problem of yourn and I want you to take this present."

Confused I looked down at the package she'd dropped in my lap.

"What is it", I asked.

"It's your juju doll.  I made it for you last night after you went to
sleep.  Unwrap it. "

Sure enough.  Inside the three layers of old newsprint was a little clay
doll.  It's clothes were the same shade of green as my fatigues but it
didn't look like me at all.  In a way it didn't resemble anything more than
a home made Barbie doll.  It had the same hourglass busty shape.  In fact
if childhood memory was any judge it was even bigger built than my old
Barbie.

"Now child, I know you confused.  Don worry.  This little trinket gonna
bring you a world of good if you let it."

"But what,  why... What is it for?"  I finally asked.

"Childe.  I told you.  I owed you for saving my Josie.  This here juju
gonna do what you want it to.  It gonna give you boobs.  Real big ones if
you want.  All you gotta do is hold onto that doll.  Tink in you mind how
you wanna look and dere you be.  It work.  You want big, you big.  You want
middle you got middle.  You yearn for small you got small.  Alla same to
dat doll."

"You mean to tell me that if I say 'Boobies be big', my boobs will grow?
How am I gonna explain that to my friends?  I don't believe you.  This is
cruel!"  And I started to cry.

"Now childe,  I'm not fooling.  Stand right up here and try.  If it don
work, well den I'm sorry but it will work.  I been doing dis stuff near
eighty years and I haven't made a mistake like that in more than sixty.
Now you stand up and try it.  An you don have to say anything.  Just tink
in yo mind how you wanna look."

Tears were still leaking from my eyes but the old woman sounded so sincere,
and truth be told I really did hope that it would work even though I knew
it couldn't.  So I stood up and closed my eyes.

A scene from senior year high school came rushing back to me.  Gym class
had just let out and I was in the shower with about half a dozen other
girls.  As usual I had tried to be the first into the shower so I could be
the first out and dressed.  I had the habit of doing that so that I could
stand around the mirror fussing with my hair and kind of watch some of the
other girls without their knowing.  Linda Ramon was by far my favorite
target.

But this day Linda came right into the shower and used the shower head next
to mine.  God.  I couldn't take my eyes off her.  I was SO Jealous.  Talk
about sharing with the poor.  Linda had the largest tits in the school.
Not just large but perfectly formed.  If ever there was a set of Double D's
that didn't need a bra her's were the ones.  She had perfect nipples right
in the center of her boobs.  They kind of perched on top and always looked
so, well, jaunty.  Can you have perky Double D tits?  Linda did.  And she
wasn't all that shy about sharing the view.  On more than one occasion her
presentation in a sweater or blouse would be so sexy that  the principal
would send her home to change.  But only after making her sit in his outer
office long enough for him and every other male teacher to get a good look.

But Linda was never bitchy about it with the other girls.  Her attitude
seemed to be:  "I got 'em, I'll flaunt  'em.  But it's not my fault I carry
these footballs every where."  Anyway, there I was standing in the shower
next to the dairy queen of the school trying not to stare at these massive
hooters, when their owner turns to me and says," You are so lucky.  I wish
I could be tall.  I tell ya, buying clothes for these is such a bitch some
times. You look like a runway model with those long legs.  I have to keep
buying bigger bras."  She cupped the twin wonders and mashed them together
while staring up into my eyes.  "Their up to an F-cup now.  Can you believe
it?  I have to special order my bras from the catalog now!"

Well, by this time I was paralyzed with a combination of lust and desire
and envy and shame.  When Linda let go of her boobs they just kind of
quivered for a moment before coming to a halt.  God were they firm.  I
could just imagine how her nipples would feel as they came erect in my
hands and mouth.  I was wet as a lake at the thought.  Then, when she
turned to reach for the shampoo and soap I still could see the sides of
both her tits!  I had a mini-orgasm right on the spot.  I was so
embarrassed I dashed from the shower, changed in record time and spent the
rest of the day terrified that every one in school knew that I had cum just
from looking at Linda Ramon's tits.

That was the memory that flashed through me as I stood up from the pallet
bed.  I clenched my eyes shut, pictured those huge breasts and imagined
them hanging from my chest.  If this was going to work I wanted to start at
the top!  So to speak.  I stood stone still for at least a minute.  Nothing
felt different.  I could just cry!

"Whew, those are some righteous breasts!"  I heard the old crone say.

Snapping my eyes open I looked down.  Hanging from my chest were Linda's
tits.  They were all there.  The perky nips, the massive cones of flesh,
the almost imperceptible shading from my normal skin tone to the pink
aureoles to the slightly pinker nipples.

In disbelief I reached up and touched the, MY, new breasts.  God.  They
felt good.  No, they felt great!  My hands didn't even come close to
containing them.  The doll fell unnoticed to the bed as I cupped, caressed
and savored my newly formed abundance.  The cleavage they formed as I
pressed them together seemed endless.  When I pressed them together real
hard the nipples just barely touched.  The jolt of electricity this caused
made me take a deep shuddering breath.

"Well, childe, now you believe the old Juju woman?"  laughed the old crone.

"God.  They are real.  They feel so good.  If Linda could see these..." I
moaned.  "Wait a minute.  I can't,  I mean, I don't want to go back to camp
lugging these around.  I love them but I can't imagine explaining them to
anyone and I sure as hell can't hide these!  How big do you imagine I am
now?" I asked.

"Well, you can go back to your regular self any time by picturing the old
you while you hold the doll.  As to how big you are, I have an old
measuring tape here somewhere if you want to measure?"

"Yes, I want to measure!  I never thought I'd look forward to measuring my
bust but I really want to know!"

After some rummaging in various drawers and piles of stuff the crone
produced an old Sears & Roebuck measuring tape.  With a certain amount of
fumbling (I could see that getting used to having tits might take some
time) I measured under my new abundance (34" as always) and then around the
fullest part of my boobs.  This came out to be just under my nipples and
took almost all of the tape.  48.  Forty eight inches!  Four FEET!.  Over
one foot difference between my chest measurement and my bust measurement.
For someone who had prayed frequently for a difference of 2 inches the
reality of  this 14 inch difference was astounding.  I spent the next ten
minutes assuring myself that they were real.  I shook them, I jiggled them.
They felt so amazingly good.   I was getting so turned on just looking at
them and touching them.

Finally the old woman broke into my self, ah, examination.  Touching me on
the arm she pointed to my wrist watch.  "You best be on your way.  They be
sure to send out a search party and I don't want any folk tromping up my
house and garden.  Look, this here juju doll do you a POWER of good if'n
you let it.  Keep it wid you at all times.  If you touching it it give you
all help you want.  Now go on.  Get you self back to normal and git!"

Once again I found myself obeying the old woman with out question.  Picking
the doll up from the bed I pictured myself as I had been before meeting the
old crone.  It brought tears to my eyes to see the flesh melt away before
my eyes.  As I picked up my old bra I had a sudden thought.

"Can I control the growth, old Mother?" I asked.

"Course you can.  What we been talking about all morning?", she snapped.
"You still here?"

"I'm on my way.  Thank you again, old mother.  You've answered a prayer I
didn't even know how to ask for.  Please let me know if I can ever do
anything for you."

"Get on with you.  Got no phone.  How I contact you?  Fool woman." she
grumbled.  But I saw a spark of a smile in her eyes as I hurried out the
door and down the path.

I was a hundred yards down the path before I realized I didn't know where
my Humvee was.  Well I was bound to come to a road if I just kept on.  But
before I resumed my hike I took the time to slip off my shirt, remove my
bar and with a joyful laugh tore out all the padding that had made me an A
cup.  Perhaps I couldn't explain the natural wonders that I'd had minutes
before but no one would question an A cup.  And over time maybe I could
slowly "grow" to a B or, dare I think it, a C cup.

I slipped back into the bra.  Without the padding it hung forlornly on my
chest.  Looking down, I tried to imagine being endowed with breasts that
would fill the cups.  For some reason it was more difficult that I had
thought.  Maybe because I was looking at a chest that I knew was flat.  But
after a moment thought I had the idea that this was no more different than
some expansion due to my period.  True, that had never before been
measurable, but I was convinced that I did expand at those times.

Still looking I imagined that my boobs were slowly inflating and filling
the cups of my bra.  It worked?  It worked!  It did work!  Steadily I
watched as the bra filled with breast flesh.  With in seconds, I had filled
the bra.  I now had a small handful of tit on either side of my breastbone.
And the feeling of watching and feeling my breasts expand was highly
erotic.  "I bet I could have an orgasm if I did this long enough", I said
to my self.

Feeling a bit greedy, I increased the amount of flesh just enough to
slightly overfill the cups.  Not enough to be real noticeable but enough to
maybe justify a trip to the PX to get the next size up.  "Darn that high
calorie diet", I giggled to myself.

A brisk 10 minute hike further on I came to a road and just a few yards
further down the road on the other side was my Humvee; nose first in a
ditch.

I was just climbing back onto the road after inspecting the vehicle when I
heard a motor coming round the same bend that had started all this.
Another Humvee skidded round the turn and slammed to a halt next to me.
The corporal and the private next to him looked me up and down.  "We've had
search parties out for you since dawn." said the Corporal.  "You okay?"

"Yeah, just lost control of the vehicle when I encountered a native with an
animal on the road.  The Humvee seems okay except for the radio.  Help me
haul it out of the ditch and it should be fine."

Five minutes later I was back on the road.  I noticed with some surprise
that there was no sign of the trail I'd followed back to the road from the
old crone's hut.  "What a trip!" I thought to myself.  "I hope I get to see
the old woman again before I leave."

When I got back to the command center I was informed that my unit was being
rotated  stateside.  We were due to ship out in two days.  As I was the
only one billeted in town I was off duty until it was time to report to
dock side for the transport.

I had two nights and most of three days free!  What luxury!  What an
opportunity to explore Haiti and my new found, um, riches?

First stop was my quarters.  Despite my eagerness, I forced myself to take
a shower and get dressed again for a trip to the PX.

Once there I went on something of a shopping spree.  First off was a supply
of lingerie.  Brassieres in various sizes colors and styles went into the
cart first.  I even bought one of a small shipment that had to have been a
mistake.  The label said Maternity Style and it was a 48 EE.  I was pretty
sure the PX didn't have a big demand for them.  I bought some other items
as well, garter belts, stockings, teddys, bustiers and so on.  I thought
sure the clerk was going to say something but she just rang it up and
helped me get the stuff to the Humvee.  Next stop was the grocery section
(well, not even the best equipped PX carries dildos!) for some food and
other items not intended for consumption.

Quivering with anticipation, I returned to my billet, rushed everything
into my room and locked the door.  I didn't expect to leave for the next
two and a half days except to eat.  And maybe not then either!

Kicking free of my boots, I stripped off in front of the mirror.  I had not
watched myself undress since I was a young preteen and thought I might
someday have a figure worth exposing seductively instead of with the lights
off.

Now I again practiced sliding one shoulder free then seductively turning to
the other side and slipping my shirt off.  They were only just over A cup
sized but no woman ever looked with such appreciation at her own breasts as
I did that first afternoon.  With a flourish the pants were disposed of.
Clad only in a utilitarian panties and bra I tucked the juju doll into my
panties to leave my hands free and I focused my attention on my boobs.
Gripping each nipple through the bra material I twisted and pulled on each
erect bud.  Each twinge brought a gasp to my throat and a tingle to both my
breasts and my pussy.  God, it felt good.  Really, really good.

"Umm."  Was that me?  "Umm." Yep, that was me.  And I meant it.

Quickly reaching into each cup I brought the little beauties out to see
themselves.  I cupped each one and lightly jiggled them.  As I slipped out
of the bra I tried to decide how to proceed.  I knew that the results would
be most enjoyable if I delayed my release.  On the other hand I lusted to
see how I looked in the mirror with really big tits!

Finally I decided to take the first approach.  I slipped into the B-cup,
front catch Bali that I had gotten because of the lovely lace pattern.
Smiling quietly to my self, I allowed my imagination to fix on growing my
breasts.  As a last minute thought I started from scratch, reducing my
lovely little A cups to my previous pancake flatness.  As the growth began
I noticed the warmth and tingling seemed to increase as my breasts grew and
expanded.  It definitely felt good.  Whew.

The B cup was now filled to capacity.  Eagerly, I leaned forward, reached
to the front clasp and quickly released my boobs to jiggle below me.  I
shook my shoulders from side to side and watched the quick quivering that
resulted.  That felt good too!

The C cup bra was strapless.  It was the only strapless bra that the PX had
had.  I decided to just slip it on and see how it looked.  To my surprise,
it didn't look too bad with my currently sized breasts in the cups.  Out
came the tape measure.  Off went the bra.  I still measured 34" just below
my breasts.  And I measured just over 42" around the fullest  part of my
bust.  So I was somewhere between a perfect B and a perfect C.  I suppose
different makers have different measuring systems. I was lucky!  I could
adapt to any bra!  Fill it to the brim or even more.  It occurred to me
that some of the outfits that Linda wore got a bigger response when it
seemed that she was wearing a bra that was just too small.  I remembered
that sometimes she would wear a bra that I thought had been put out to
pasture some months of weeks before.

In the spirit of experimentation, I ballooned up another inch or so.  Now I
filled the bra to the top.  Quickly I pulled on a thin sweater.  Damn, I
looked good in white.  You couldn't see the bra lines and the press of my
boobs against the sweater was dramatic enough to catch the eye without
being slutty.

But maybe slutty was what I wanted.  With the thought I grew my boobs
slowly.  As I watched the bra line became apparent as my flesh started to
bulge out of the top, then the sides.  Soon there were two crescent moons
above the bra line and the wiring in the bra was starting to cut into my
flesh.  It looked just as erotic as I thought it might.  Here, in the
mirror was a woman who had obviously chosen to wear a bra too small for her
endowments.  As I moved around the room, strutting and slinking I could
feel myself shifting in the cups.  If I moved too quickly I thought I'd pop
out of the cups.  This was not a problem I'd ever had to worry about
before!  Just to see what would happen I took off the sweater and did a
quick jumping jack.  Sure enough, out popped the girls!  The friction as my
nips came over the edge of the bra was priceless.  I was getting randier
and randier.

Quickly I doffed the now over burdened C Cup, skipped past the D cup and
tried on the Double D.  It fit well and seeing my now large breasts poking
out several inches from my chest was a real turn on.  On a whim I cupped my
left breast in my right hand and slowly brought it up to my mouth.  I had
to bend my neck down to reach.  My hot, moist breath made my nipple strain
at attention.  Tenatavley, I reached out with my tongue and licked the
puckered nub.

Exstacy!!  The feeling was so intense that I moaned out loud.  Quickly I
brought the other nipple to my lips and licked it.  The feeling was too
much to bear!!  I switched rapidly from side to side, mewling and panting.
After about five minutes I found myself lying on my bed with a crick in my
neck.

"This is silly" i said to my self. "I don't have to strain like this."
Standing up I quickly moved to the mirror and after again reducing myself
to "Ground Zero"  I conjured up the breasts that had started all this, was
it only this morning?  Watching closely I imagined Linda Ramon's breasts
once again.

"Ohhh, Gawd! what.. a.. rush!  This feels fantastic."  I had discovered
that by slowly increasing the growth and allowing it to take longer I
enjoyed the added benefit of developing quite a feeling all over.  With out
thinking about it I found one hand pulling and twisting a nipple while the
other dove for my gash and sank two fingers into my  wet depths.  WHAM!! An
orgasm of terrific intensity shook my body!  On its heels came another one
of equal force.  KABLAAM!  I found myself on the bed, a nipple clenched
between my teeth, my other nipple being abused by my left hand while my
right hand tried to reach my womb.  "Ohhhhhhhhh, goooood loooooorrrdd!" I
moaned.  Slowly I unwound.  Panting, I started to regain my breath and my
composure.

Shakily I regained my feet.  Looking in the mirror I saw a young woman with
incredibly, large, no, immense, tits.  Her eyes were glazed, her lips were
puffy and her thighs were dripping with her own juices.  Looking down I saw
that my nipples were still erect.  On a more whimsical note I realized that
I could not see my feet unless I held my breasts to the sides.  I had
thought that that was an exaggeration.

"Wow, what a set of boobies.  I hope that Linda doesn't mind that I
borrowed them for inspiration."  I thought.  I was still turned on from the
incredible high I'd reached just minutes before.  But I didn't think I
could hold up under a repeat performance so soon.

Grabbing the discarded sweater, I pulled it over my head, slipped my arms
into the sleeves and struggled to pull it down to my waist.  I was
flabbergasted to discover that  this was much more difficult than I had
thought.  In fact, it took most of my strength to pull the sweater out far
enough to cover my nipples.  Once past that point it was easy enough to
pull it down but only to find that it didn't quite reach my navel.

A quick glance in the mirror took my breath away.  What a tit goddess!!

Staring back at me was a tall, slender woman who had decided to try to
smuggle very large melons under her sweater.  The puffy nipples pushed so
hard at the fabric that the pink peaks were clearly visible.  "I'd cause a
riot if I went out like this" I thought to myself.

Striding to the other side of the room I picked up a medium sized cuke and
headed back to the bed.  On seeing my reflection, I realized that there was
something missing.  "Not enough bounce to the ounce" I thought remembering
something the boys had said about Linda.  My tits were so firm and tightly
packed into the sweater that there was no movement.  None at all.  Gazing
at my reflection I concentrated on softening the contours of my tits.

Before my eyes my boobs dropped slowly toward my navel.  As they slowly
inched downward, the lost the cone shape and spread out under the pressure
from the thin sweater material.  Experimentally,  I took a few steps.  Much
better.  My now somewhat looser boobies bounced and shimmied,  swayed and
wobbled.  As I walked I could feel them shake and quiver with each step.
With each breath.  The friction of the sweater against my nipples caused
them to rise once again.  I liked the feeling,  I loved the look.

Once again I found myself pulling on my nipples and stroking my cunt lips.
This is too good, I thought to myself.

Quickly sitting down on the bed I ripped the sweater over my head.
Watching in the mirror I shimmied my shoulders from side to side.  They
swung in arcs before me.  As they reached the extent of travel in one
direction the outer one would rebound from my arm and jostle it's twin back
in the other direction.  They were so malleable.  I could see and feel my
nipples getting harder and harder.

Reaching out with both hands I quelled the movements in my jumbo jugs.  As
I mashed them together, imagining the reaction of the first man whose prick
I would capture just like this, I decided to go for broke.

"Lets see just how large I can get!"

Settling back against the headboard of the bed I spread my legs to either
side and started to think about bigger tits.  Before my eyes my boobs began
to grow again.  I had not returned to "Ground Zero" but had started at what
I would estimate was about 50 inches in girth.  Slowly my mams settled down
my torso.  Sitting upright I slid my hands caressingly over my tits as they
expanded.  Within moments I was able to reach down and lift my left tit up
and suck in the straining nipple.  Rapidly, my boobs continued to grow. The
bottom of each boob was now covering my navel.  The tremors from my sucking
and the intense feeling from the breast growth was rapidly clouding my
mind.  In a frenzy of lust I slammed the 9" cuke into my cunt.  Like a
knife through hot butter I slipped effortlessly into my thoroughly wet
pussy.  I quickly crossed my legs to hold it in place and almost
immediately felt my right breast caress the top of my right thigh.  Still
my tits were expanding slowly.  As I sucked on my left nipple, my breast
meat continued to grow, forcing more and more meat between my straining
lips and my fully erect nipple.  Within minutes I was forced to let my
nipple slip from my lips.  By now the urge for release was intense.
Reaching forward I was able to gather both nipples into my hands.  While my
cunt continued to clench spasmoticly on the cuke embedded deep with-in me,
I proceeded to maul my straining nipples.  First straining to rub them
against each other, this too became difficult because of the amount of
breast flesh.  By now each breast was really resting on the bed on either
side of me.  The cleavage created by my groping and  kneading hands was
more than a yard long.  Looking in the mirror I say that my breast more
than overlapped my cunt, they reached almost to my knees.   Now I was
experiencing tremors as small but escalating climaxes built in my loins and
my breasts.

I noted rather curiously that there appeared to be a small animal in some
distress near by when I realized I was hearing my own moans and cries of
pleasure.  Slumping down I was able to rest my head on the still expanding
breasts.  Moans of ecstasy continued to pour from my throat.  I was
climaxing almost continuously now.  My clit was quivering with need.  With
a loud thump my boobs fell off the bed to either side.  Immediately I
reached between my legs with both hands and began to slam the cucumber in
and out of my pussy.  In, Out.  In, Out. In.  Out.  IN.  OUT.  IN.  OUT.

"Yeah, yeah, do it.  Do it. UH. UH.  Harder, harder. God, YESSS.  YESSS. "

I was shouting at the top of my lungs and didn't care who heard.  As far as
I as concerned any one who heard was welcome to help.  I was climbing to a
climax unlike anything I had ever imagined could exist.  I was getting over
almost every 45 seconds or so.  And each orgasm was better than the last.
The feelings coursing through my cunt and especially my tits were
unimaginable and undescribable.

"More.  Bigger,  larger.  More.  More.  Bigger."  In a moment of clear
thought I realized that my breasts now reached almost to the foot locker at
the end of the bed and rose above the level of the bed.  Each tit had to
weigh more, much more than I did.  With that realization all thought left
me.  I heard thru a dense haze the barks and howls of a demented, near dead
animal.  Each shriek was accompanied by such an intense spasm that if I had
not been anchored by my incredible, magnificent, breasts I am sure I would
have been thrown to the floor.  My breasts were visibly surging, growing
larger and larger each second.  The cucumber finally succumbed to the
incredible forces I had been inflicting on my cunt and without  any
conscious thought I shoved as much of my hand into the gaping opening as I
could.  When I slipped my whole hand into my pussy an atavistic urge caused
me to ball up my fist and proceed to try to pound as much of my forearm
into myself as I could.

As far as I can recall it was only the awkward angle and the last surge of
growth in my now gigantic tits that allows me to write this story.  At the
end I was shrieking with pleasure at the top of my lungs, ramming my whole
hand into my pussy.  As my breast continued to balloon they started to grow
back toward each other, over my body forcing more and more of my arm and
then my hand out of my cunt.  This lessening of stimulus allowed me to
slowly return from the apex of pleasure that I had scaled for so long.  I
don't know if it was providence,  no one evidently had heard me.  With in
minutes I was sound asleep.  I slept until late the next afternoon.  Almost
around the clock.

When I awoke I was still trapped on the bed surrounded by breast.  When I
had collapsed the day before my breasts had stopped growing.  But they had
not reduced in size either.  Each breast reached well beyond my footlocker.
They towered over me in the bed by almost a foot  I had no way to measure
either the weight or the size.  They more than outweighed me.  Each one had
to be at least 12 feet in length and over 8 feet in circumference.

As I slowly regained my senses I began to visualize myself with smaller
breasts.  I started to panic when after 10 minutes I felt and saw no
difference.  If I had to get outside help I had no idea how I would either
explain or live down the experience.  I think it was the fear of
humiliation that did the trick.  I noticed some reduction quickly after
that and with in three hours I wall back to where I could stand up and move
around.

While continuing to reduce my breast mass I stood once again in front of
the mirror.  Standing with my back to the mirror I was still able to see
more tit than any woman I knew carried in front of her.  I couldn't believe
it but I started to get turned on all over again.  I loved having huge
breasts.  They felt good.  I felt good having them.

"But I have to take it easy",  I thought to my self.  "I cant let it
control me like that again.  I could hurt someone or myself if I'm not more
careful."

But next week, when I'm on leave,  I think I'll find a wet t-shirt contest
and show 'em what a REAL set of tits looks like!


End.