MY BEST FRIEND JULIE

by Byrne

This is a story of a growing girl. A girl growing up - and out. It is
a love story, so if you don't like that kind of thing - or if you
prefer pornography, violence and rape, kindly go find it elsewhere. If
you are under 18, or below the age of consent in the community where
you live, please do not read this story. Delete the file from your
computer. If you are legally entitled to read this story, enjoy it,
but do please keep it away from children.

This is the second part of the story. Subsequent parts will follow in
due course. Watch out for them!






MY BEST FRIEND JULIE

by Byrne


Part II

Well dear readers, the Missus is feeding the kids at the moment.  She
should be busy for a while; so where were we?

Ah Yes...


As I said, I thought I'd be thinking of Julie all week, and I did.  I
imagined what it must be like for her with a doctor poking and
prodding her, trying to ascertain why her body was doing what it was
doing. I had this picture in my mind of Julie being some kind of
guinea pig for an out-of-control medical system. I didn't like that
kind of image. I don't know why, but I wanted to be there - protect
her, in some odd sort of way. I didn't quite understand it-why would I
have to protect her from doctors. I don't know, it's just what I was
feeling.

I made it through the week with no big events.  I have to admit I
never did give Jerry that elbow - guess valor still has its limits.
But it was nice to know that tomorrow Julie would be back. I actually
missed her, which is to say she had been gone before, but I knew she
was coming back and no big deal, whatever. But this time seemed a
little different - like I *had* to see her almost. I kind of got that
feeling with a former girlfriend of mine, once, before she dumped me.

Hmmm. I was starting to wonder, Julie as my girlfriend? What if she
said no? God, I'd ruin everything. We couldn't hang out or do anything
afterwards. Too risky, I decided.

That night, though, I had a dream. I dreamt of Julie. I'd had dreams
with Julie in them before. Usually we would be outside, running. Not
running from anything; we weren't being chased. It was more like we
were together in a forest, floating over hills and dales, never really
touching the green carpet, but somehow moving through it. Never
getting dirty, or wet, or tired. Just running. And laughing. I always
enjoyed it when I had that dream. But this one was not like the
others. I could hear Julie crying from behind a large door, white as a
fresh snowfall. Somehow the door was located in a very dark mass of
vines and brush. Their outlines were a little hazy but the door was
sharp in its contours, almost blinding in its brilliance. I pushed on
it. It resisted at first, then slowly opened.

Julie was inside. Everything was the whitest of whites, almost
blinding, except for Julie, who sat there on a white bed,
cross-legged. Julie had my Duke shirt on. Her dark hair fell on either
side of her wide shoulders, in stark contrast to the light around her.
She was looking straight ahead, at nothing in particular-there was
nothing ahead of her to see. It didn't seem like she had noticed me
yet. I called out her name. "Julie?" It was an odd voice - distorted
and slow. Somehow, Julie came to life, not that she was wasn't alive
beforehand, but it seemed like color filled her cheeks, her skin
became radiant. Her eyes filled with ... something. I don't know what
it was exactly, and I can't say what it was that changed, or tipped me
off. But it was like her eyes were being filled with an energy: not
like a glowing, but like a twinkle. She turned her head and faced me.

"Warren," she said with a measured pace, with a sort of crystal
clarity that was both powerful, yet soothing, "I don't want to grow
anymore, Warren. Please make them stop." She looked to be on the verge
of tears - like she was frightened. But she wasn't frightened (for
lack of a better word), or at least it wasn't a look of foreboding,
rather it almost seemed the reaction to a curtain, drawn close for
many years, hiding something in its shroud, being raised. I don't
know, curiosity? Expectation? A touch of excitement? My eyes wandered
down from hers. I couldn't help but notice that the T-shirt seemed to
be accentuating her form. I'm sure I must have been staring, but Julie
didn't seem to mind, and neither did I.

The collar hung loose around her neck, loose enough that at the very
bottom of the opening, I could make out slight swelling - the base of
her breasts were just visible; expanding and contracting their
outlines with the motion of her breathing, rising and falling. From
there the T-shirt swelled outward; the letters 'Duke' looked much more
like a collection of letters than a word. It wasn't just how far in
front of her Julie's breasts projected; presenting themselves,
literally casting a shadow over her waist, it was also their fullness.
I've seen pictures of engorged women releasing milk from their breasts
to relieve the pressure, and that was how they looked as they strained
against the shirt's cotton fabric, like Julie too was experiencing
such pressure, begging to be alleviated. I couldn't help but imagine
her skin almost taut underneath.

Her nipples were making their presence known, obviously protruding,
still in the 'D' and the 'e.' She wasn't wearing a bra. It wouldn't
have mattered. They were poking out with a force that left nothing to
the imagination - two, three inches? It seemed like you could almost
make out the openings through which milk could flow. I could feel my
lips quiver and my mouth go slightly dry at the sight of them. From
Julie's nipples, her breasts continued in great, rounded swells, like
the surface of a ball, stretching my shirt to its limits, so tight you
could see the light reflecting off it, accentuating their breadth. I
wanted to nestle into that swell. I felt if I did it would yield the
greatest comfort, like everything in the world would be OK. I wanted
to feel their suppleness, their malleability and warmth; I wanted to
feel her breast-flesh against my skin. I wanted to smell them, taste
them. Our eyes met again. She adjusted her position slightly, pulling
her legs in closer; twisting her body around so that she faced me. The
movement caused a certain undulating motion underneath that T-shirt,
like the movement of a waterbed underneath the covers. We were now
facing each other. We looked into each other's eyes for a second. My
heart began beating a little faster. 

A brief smile flitted across Julie's face, but then folded into a look
of amazement as her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened, forming a
silent 'Oh'. She held my gaze for an instant, then looked down at her
chest. Her nipples began to expand. I could see them extending,
shaping the cotton like a circus tent being raised. At the same time,
the lettering was getting harder and harder to read. 'D u k e' looked
like it was both growing wider and swelling outwards. Cracks started
forming in the blue lettering. Cleavage began showing in the open
collar. The collar stretched. More cleavage. It started getting
deeper, her breasts beginning to push out through the opening. I
spotted two semi-circles appear just at her armpit, then slowly grow
outward as if being inflated - it looked like a balloon being inflated
while a string was tied around its middle.

Julie's breasts were spilling out of their confines. Julie's breasts!
I'd never seen anything like it! Larger and larger they grew, the
whole front of her shirt distended by mammaries. She was becoming
massive - projecting outward, becoming larger, fuller. I could see the
outline of the undersides of her breasts begin the fill-in from her
waist upwards, becoming more and more separated from her waist. Her
breathing was becoming shallow and rapid, her face slightly straining
with concentration.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Warrrreeeennnn"  There was a sense of urgency in her
voice, but I noticed a new sultriness I'd never heard before - as if
her sexuality was growing as rapidly as her breasts. She was panting,
her head was slightly back atop her long neck, eyes closed: a
luxuriating, lustful look on her radiant visage. I could see her
tongue appear, press against her lips and snake with desire. Her
eyebrows knitted together as she mouthed another silent 'Oh.' Her
hands moved to each side of her rapidly expanding bosom, as if trying
to gain a measure on her new-found girth and weight. With each of her
pants I could see her breasts springing forward, pushing her hands
wider, making the T-shirt tighter and tighter. I couldn't read the
words on it now; the lettering had been blown off by great, massive
breasts expanding at an incredible rate. I had no idea what size she
was. I only knew she had the largest boobs I had ever seen, filling
the entire area in front of her. She had passed from the realm of
reality into the realm of the fantastic. Her outline was preposterous,
carnal sexuality, a testament to fertility. Her nipples were
outrageously huge, tenting the fabric prodigiously, threatening to
pierce through.

I began to move towards her, but my cock was aching so bad it took my
attention - pulsing, harder and harder; I felt like all my blood was
either going up to my head or into my cock. I looked back up at Julie.
The T-shirt had passed its limits long ago. I couldn't fathom what was
holding it together. Underneath, her breasts looked like two great
semi-circles, with their end points at her waist and shoulders.
Cleavage was bursting through the collar, straining to be free. From
the ends of her shirt sleeves, breast flesh was escaping its confines,
pushing against her arms. She reached out in front of her as far as
she could and grabbed the front of the T-shirt. 

She tensed, and then, with one big breath, a huge swelling of new
growth, and sheer determination, she ripped open the front of the
shirt. Her breasts almost 'popped' out, tantalizingly huge nipples and
areolae bursting forward, followed by enormous masses of pale breast,
quivering and undulating, I could almost feel their heat, filling the
space between herself and me.

"Oh God, Warren, suck me. Suck Me!" she screamed. I moved toward her
again, my whole body shaking. My dick felt like it was gonna burst. I
moved toward her. Pounding. I reached out for her nipple. Pounding. I
could just grab onto it, wrap my hand around it. My mouth was dry. I
needed to suck it so badly. Pounding.

"Oh God," I moaned, and felt this ungodly release in my crotch. I
closed my eyes. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. I feel
Julie's immense, engorged nipple in my hand, jerking up and down.

"Suck them, Warren. Suck them...!"  She was growing farther away.

"Julie," I shouted out.

"Warren..." 

I woke with a start. Julie was gone! I was gone. I had made a mess of
the bed. I don't sleep with any underwear, so it was looking like
today would be a good day to change the sheets. But I couldn't move.
Not just yet. I wanted to savor a lingering feeling, and taste in my
mouth, on the tip of my tongue. I tried again and again to picture
Julie, looking at me with lust in her eyes; her breasts growing larger
and larger. Everything bulging provocatively. Her nipples! Her
devilish smile! Powerful images. It was working. Julie. I had to call
her.

I phoned her number. Her father answered the phone. "No, Warren,
they're not back yet. Oh, sometime later this afternoon. I'll tell
Julie you called. Bye now."

I couldn't wait until the afternoon. I wanted to see Julie now. I had
all this excess energy to work off so, even before eating any
breakfast, I went outside and shot around; played some hoop. I missed
most of my shots - my hands were still shaking. Eventually I came back
down to earth. The body does remind you it requires food. The power of
the fantasy begins to fade. It was back to a simple matter of passing
the time.

I started with breakfast, read the paper front to back, my eyes
looking up at the clock with the turn of each page. I played a few
video games, and waited. I went down to the sports shop, and waited. I
even tried going to the bookstore, but I was way too impatient to
read. Finally, I just sort of walked around for a while, going
no-place in particular, burning calories; trying to think, but unable
to focus.

At last, I noticed the shadows becoming longer; the sky becoming a
darker shade of blue. I thought about the wet-dream I'd had earlier,
and felt a twinge of guilt, but also a thrill, like I was hoping. I
walked home. By the time I arrived, it was fully night time. Mom was
there in the kitchen, putting away some groceries.

"Hey Mom, did Julie call?"

"No, not yet dear"

Not yet? It was getting on towards six o'clock. I debated whether to
call her or not. I thought about it, then I thought, 'she'll call me'
and waited some more. I wondered what the doctors had told her. I
mean, like she said earlier, it's probably just about run its course;
nothing to worry about; completely normal - all the things that
doctors usually say.

Eight o'clock. What was going on? OK, I'd give her another hour. Nine
o'clock. I picked up the phone to call. She might not be there,
though. I didn't want to bug her dad again, he said he'd tell her.
God, I was in such a state. I can only chuckle about it now - to hide
the embarrassment. I somehow came to the conclusion that the best
thing to do was to go over there in person. That way, I could see if
their car was back, and then I could talk to Julie.

The car was back. It seemed awfully quiet in the house. I noticed
Julie's bedroom light was on. There was a bit of movement in the
living room. The front door opened and her parents stepped out. I
don't know why my first reaction was to hide, but that's what I did.
It was kind of silly really; after all, I was probably over at their
house more than my own house. But as I said, I was in a strange state
of mind that evening.

"Yes, you were."

"Hey, *I'm* telling this story!"

"Yes dear."

"Mmmmm."

Mmmmm is right. Wait a second, were was I? Yes, I saw Julie's parents
leave the house. "It'll be all right dear. Like the doctor said, this
could all be over with next week. Let's just give it some time." 

"But what if it's not, honey. This is our daughter we're talking about
..." They got into the car and were off.

"What the hell was that all about?" I thought to myself. I looked
around for a couple of pebbles and headed for her window. 

'Clink.' Nothing. I threw another one. 'Clink.' That did the trick.
The window opened and Julie stuck her head out.

"Hey, what's the deal, stiffing me like that, you big jerk." I was
indignant. She looked at me before she said anything. Then she broke
out into a big smile, almost as if in relief.

"I ... I don't know. I didn't want ..." She hesitated. Her eyes
trailed off. It looked like she pulled her bathrobe, or whatever she
was wearing - I couldn't tell - around her. She looked back at me.
"Cause I knew you were going to come over, you big goofball." Her
smile returned. "And don't call me a jerk, you wimp. I bet you didn't
even lay a finger on Jerry Oliphant."

"Are you kidding, I totally laid him out; unconscious for half an
hour. He carries all my books to class now." Talk about a shit-faced
lie.

She didn't believe me for a second, but loved that I tried. "I'm glad
you're here," she said.

"Yeah, well, what else am I gonna do on a Saturday night?"

She laughed and smiled at me. My knees were turning to mush. "Meet me
at the door." I rushed over. Julie opened it up and stood there. She
was a sight for sore eyes. I didn't think her family allowed shoes in
the house, but then I noticed she wasn't wearing shoes, she was just a
bit taller. She must have noticed my puzzled look because she said,
"yeah, I'm 5' 11" now. But that's the least of my problems."

Problems? I certainly didn't see any problems. She looked beautiful,
radiant even. She had her dark hair back in a makeshift ponytail, just
how I like it. It pulls it back straight, but leaves enough curls for
your eyes to follow the waves. She had on a pair of jeans and a huge,
oversized llama-hair sweater. You know, the kind that are all fuzzy.
The waistband was almost down to her knees, the sleeves rolled up
again and again, but still at her wrists. I don't particularly care
for those kind of sweaters, they make you look like you've put on
weight. I couldn't imagine Julie putting on much weight, but she was
looking a little heftier. 

I think we stood there in the doorway looking at each other, smiling
like a couple of idiots for a few seconds. I could feel something
happening. Julie broke the silence. "Warren?" she said, becoming a bit
more serious.

"Yeah."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but sometimes I wish we weren't best
friends." Julie was looking at me funny again.

"Don't take it the wrong way?" I just stood there wondering exactly
how I was supposed to take it. I wondered if my jaw dropped. I
probably had a look of shock on my face. Julie laughed, looking at me
like I was a kid or something.

"Warren, you big dummy. C'mon, get in here" Julie reached out and
grabbed me by the forearm and pulled me in, smiling.

"Well?" I said, stepping into the living room.

"Well?" she replied, still smiling at me.

I threw up my hands in a shrug. "What'd the doctors say?"

"They said I'm a one-in-a-million girl." Her smile turned into a bit
of a half-smile.

"I could've told 'em that." Oh God, why did I say that? That was SO
corny.

She contained a laugh, but sort of did one of those half snorts
through her mouth; her eyebrows knitting, looking at me with
mischievous eyes. "You goofball." I think she actually liked it. "No,
I'm one-in-a-million because of my condition."

"Condition?"

She stood there for a second, mulling something over. "Warren, you are
my best friend. Please don't laugh." With that, Julie reached down and
grabbed her sweater. She pulled the waistband out and began pulling
up. She certainly hadn't gained any weight, judging by her hips, and
then her waist, which, if anything, seemed even thinner. But then
something strange happened. From her waist, the fabric of her shirt
quickly extended out to where her hands were. She pulled up some more
.. and exposed two very large humps on her chest pressing against her
shirt ... in turn confined behind some thicker cloth underneath.

Julie had done some more growing during the week. I could tell they
were quite full. The bra was trying to give a shape to them that her
breasts didn't like. I saw her nipples slightly poking out from
underneath everything. It looked like quite a sturdy piece of
workmanship trying to hold her in place. As her arms rose higher to
finish the job of taking off her sweater, her breasts swelled upward,
overflowing the cups and straining against the upper part of her
shirt. I could just make out some deep valleys of cleavage through the
separation of the buttons. I could also see the shiny fabric
underneath outlined with underwire. Each cup looked to be six inches
in diameter - it must have been absolutely the largest brassiere they
could find.

Julie finished pulling off her sweater, let go with her left hand,
then let it drop on the floor. She moved her arms to her sides. The
motion set off a bit of wobbling on her chest. Her eyes were down at
the floor at first, shoulders somewhat hunched inward. Then looked me
in the eye, waiting for me to say something. I was speechless. It was
the same old Julie, only different. It looked like her legs had been
what was growing, giving Julie her new height. They were long and lean
in those jeans, widening to nice womanly hips, but then tapering,
almost dramatically, to a rather thin waist.

Her chest had obviously done the most growing, though. I remembered
plainly, just over a month and a half ago, Julie in a T-shirt and,
except for a couple of bumps, flat as an ironing board, complaining
about her lot in life. She needn't complain any longer. Nature had
just bestowed upon her a couple of magnificent endowments. No, not
just endowments. ENDOWMENTS.

In a word, Julie looked incredible. She now had the same curves as
Wendy Singleton, who was a 34G, last I heard. However, Wendy was only
about 5' 2", and somewhat petite. Julie, on the other hand, was a big
girl with wide shoulders and a strong chest to begin with. In reality,
she must have had quite a bit bigger boobs than Wendy. Julie had quite
a bit bigger everything than Wendy Singleton.

Julie was all woman. I could see her breasts straining against both
her new bra and her new shirt. I'm sure she must have just bought it
for I had never seen it before and it more or less fit her - more or
less. I noticed there was a bit of separation between the buttons.
Julie must even have grown a bit bigger from the time she bought the
shirt until now. I couldn't imagine what they must have felt like to
her.

"Well?" she said, looking at me expectantly. There I was, standing
there, looking like an idiot. My mouth was moving, but nothing was
coming out. Blood was rushing to my head so fast I didn't know what to
say. I meant to say *something* but the first syllables came out
weird. The rest of my blood was rushing to my dick - just like in the
dream. I could feel my pants starting to tent out, even though they
were made of denim. Unfortunately, Julie took my befuddlement the
wrong way.

"You think I'm disgusting, don't you? Like I'm a sort of freak now.
Don't you!" She covered her eyes with her hands, bunched up her
shoulders, and turned away from me. "Please, Warren, no." She started
crying.

I didn't know what to do. Luckily, Mother Nature took over. I'm always
amazed at how in the moment of crisis, many times you end up doing
exactly the right thing. Instinctively I knew what to do. Like a bolt
I was at Julie's side, putting my arms around her saying "it's OK,
it's OK. You are beautiful, Julie. I love you."

She stopped crying and looked up. "You love me?" she asked. Julie
withdrew her hands and looked at me, no, not at me, *in* me. Her eyes
were searching deep within me. She was an angel, so vulnerable, yet
lifting my soul. I felt *really* uncomfortable, but it was more from
my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I had never felt such powerful
emotions before. I loved Julie. I could say it! Deny it? I couldn't if
I wanted to!

Something wonderful was happening. I felt a feeling of warmth flow
through me, a feeling of direction. "Yes," I said, looking as deeply
into her eyes as I could. Julie looked at me. We were holding each
other's gaze. There is that moment in time when one person takes a
risk and exposes their feelings to the other, and then has to wait for
the response. I had just exposed myself to Julie and was awaiting her
judgment. A quiver of doubt ran through me. 'Oh, shit,' I thought, 'I
just fucking blew everything!'

But Julie broke into the happiest smile I think I've ever seen. It
wasn't just her mouth, or her lips, it was Julie smiling at me. I
melted in her warmth. She jumped up, and spun around.

"Oh Warren. Warren. I love you too, Warren! I love you too!" The
feeling I felt cannot be described, only known through experience. Our
lips met in the most intense kiss, exulting in the new direction our
lives were taking. Passionately, we crossed into a brave new world.
With too much passion, though, we bumped our teeth together.

"Oww!" we said in unison, and laughed. Nothing seemed to really hurt
anymore. She faced me, then jumped on me, giving me the most amazing,
full bear hug. I reveled in it. It just felt soooo good. I could feel
her arms around me. I could smell her fragrance - she smelled like
nothing I could imagine.  I could feel her breasts against my chest -
huge, soft, warm, malleable breasts between us, being squished into
enormous, wide saucers - except for her nipples. I could feel them
poking in to me. She drew in a quick breath. "Ahhh."

"What's wrong?"

"My babies are still a little tender." I looked at her breasts,
bulging splendiferously under her shirt. I wanted so bad to touch
them. "Here," said Julie.  She took my hand and placed it over her
left breast. I squeezed. "Gently," she admonished me with a whisper
and a kiss. I slowly ran my fingers along them, caressing them as
softly as I could. Julie would draw in a sharp breath, then look at me
with a mischievous smile. I would say 'I'm sorry', and kiss her
tenderly. She deftly moved her body around mine so that she was lying
against me. I could feel her stomach, feel the tightness of her waist.
She rocked  her hips forward, into mine. She was just starting to put
her legs around me, when she pulled back and looked at me, wide-eyed.

"Warren!" she said excitedly, her eyes wide, eyebrows high.

"Julie!" I replied, feeling very good and very turned on. No need to
bother hiding my hard-on now!

Julie gave me a look I'd never seen before. A sexy look; an almost
nasty-girl look. I thought about Julie and her incredible body. I
think I did a very good job reciprocating with a nasty-boy look of my
own. Julie began kissing me all over my face, then moved to my lips
for a nice, long, almost lusty one. We started French kissing and I
was amazed by how long Julie's tongue was - it felt like she could
reach the back of my mouth. I almost gagged on it, but then she
withdrew and kissed me gently on the lips again.

"Warren" she cooed. Her lovely head moved to the side and we rubbed
cheeks together, then she began nibbling on my ear.

Meanwhile, I was kissing as many parts of her as I could, all the
while massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples to present themselves
in their full glory. I was successful. I could feel her thick teats
between my fingers, even through her shirt and bra! I could hear her
breathing becoming heavier, as was my own. Julie moved down to my
neck. I turned my head a bit, and buried it in her luxurious hair. She
smelled so good!

While Julie was kissing me exquisitely on my neck, our hips met; we
started to do a bit of bump-and-grind through our jeans. She had nice,
wide hips that I wanted - needed - to press my own into. Her long,
long, strong legs began to wrap around mine. I was between Julie's
luscious legs in her most private spot. My heart leaped. Her hands
were rubbing themselves all over my back. She began to mash her chest
into my chest. My hands were squeezed out from her nipples in the
friction, but I still found plenty of breasts to massage bulging out
to the sides. Our movements began to synchronize, our breathing
becoming more and more heavy. I wasn't the most experienced guy at the
time; and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Julie" I said, in both agony and ecstasy, "I can't last much longer."

"Mmmm. neither can I," she replied, accentuating it with just a slight
purr. She gave me one last kiss on my neck, then pulled her head in
front of mine. She had the most awesome, gorgeous, aroused expression
on her face - she really wanted me. It couldn't be better, because I
really wanted her. It just felt so good, requited love.

"Let me take your pants off for you," Julie said with a hungry smile.
I couldn't talk anymore. I think I just moaned and nodded with
approval. She began to undo the top buttons. I decided I would do a
little unbuttoning of my own, beginning with the top of her blouse.
Julie laughed. "You're a curious boy, aren't you?" She had a big grin
on her face.

"Just as curious as you, girl," I said, eagerly.

"Well I've been curious about yours ever since you poked me with it
through the sleeping bag, you masher." She giggled, then undid the
last button. I lifted my hips up to help her pull my pants down.
Needless to say, my underwear was not hiding my hard cock - a big wet
spot on the end of my protrusion from pre-cum ...

Julie just looked at the bulge with a hungry eye for a second, then
touched her finger on the wet spot. I heard a soft 'Ooo' escape her
lips. This gave me enough time to finish undoing her last button and I
began to struggle to take her shirt off while keeping my hands on as
much breast as possible. I must have been making a mess of it all,
because Julie looked up at me. She moved just out of my grasp. Her
hands moved to cover her shirt opening and her chest, as best she
could anyway. She had a slight look of wonder on her face.

"You really like my new boobs, don't you Warren?"

"Oh God Julie, yes, ever since the morning in my room."

Her eyes twinkled. "I *knew* you were looking!" This confirmed it, I
guess. She let out a tremendous smile, head back slightly in
exultation. She looked at me in the eye with a mischievous grin. "You
know something," she whispered with a sultry look in her eye that made
my heart skip a beat, "I kind of like them too."

Her hands had started caressing her breasts, I don't think she was
aware what she was doing. Then she moved her hands to her shirt and
took it off, exposing the tops of her boobs bulging out of her huge
bra. Now, I had seen big breasts in magazines and stuff, but Julie's
were right there in front of me, looking unreal. I couldn't believe it
- that Mother Nature would show such munificence. I wanted to suck
them so badly.

Julie reached behind her, causing her boobs to well up. I thought for
sure her boobs  would pop out of their holding cups. Julie struggled
with the clasps for a bit. She saw my look of wonder and smiled. 

"38F, Warren, they have a lot of hooks," she said, winking at me. She
shook her shoulders for a second to give me a look at them wobbling
all over her chest. It looked to be a size too small. Julie undid the
last clasp and slowly pulled off her bra, watching my reaction. She
saw my eyes grow wider and wider as her breasts came closer and closer
to being free. My dick twitched. Her eyes darted to it, and watched it
twitching.

Her bra was off. Her breasts were free. She looked beautiful. She was
much, much fuller now. Her areolae looked to be slightly larger, but
much more pronounced - maybe due to the heat of the moment. Her
nipples looked to be as hard as my cock. Not quite as big, of course,
but still eminently suckable. They sat of upon huge globes of pearly
skin, hanging on Julie's chest as two ripe, fresh fruit. 

Julie had grown so fast that they showed no hint of gravity - two
hemispheres proudly jutting outward. Just like in my dream, I felt my
tongue flit on my lips and my mouth go a little dry. Julie, however,
had her eyes locked on my twitching cock. With her breasts now free,
she made her way to my own endowment, her breasts doing a much better
job of jiggling and undulating. 

With two fingers she grabbed the waistband of my undies. My cock was
going wild with desire. Wordlessly, she lifted the covers, exposing my
dick. Her eyes became very large. "Ooo!" she said, wide-eyed like a
little kid. I wondered if she had ever seen a real penis before. Or
maybe she just really liked mine. Her hand reached out and encircled
it around its base.

"Oh it's marvelous," she announced. She bent her head down to my
'head' and kissed it gently, then flitted her tongue out to taste me.
"I like that," she said. I could feel myself getting ready to blow. I
wondered if I should warn her.

Julie put out her long, long tongue and licked the head of my cock
again. I know her breasts were huge, but I began to wonder just how
long her tongue was as well. Julie kissed the head of my cock again,
then opened her mouth a little wider and encircled it with her lips.
Her hand began pumping slightly. I could feel that marvelous tongue of
hers licking the entire area of my cock-head. I'd never been given
head before. I didn't know how good she was; I didn't care - it was
obviously working!

"Unghh, Julie," I said, my face starting to contort.

She didn't seem to hear me. "Ohhh, Jul ..." Too late, I could feel it
coming. I felt my cock surge forward and my hips begin to buck. Julie
maintained her lock on my cock, pumping a little harder now. I felt
the first release travel down my penis and let loose. Julie must have
felt it coming. I felt just a bit of suction and the first of my cum
came out. Julie took it in - her eyes grew wide with delight. My cock
convulsed for its second spurt. Julie lost her lock on it. I just
caught a glimpse of her face during my spasms. She seemed surprised
but thrilled, with an almost thoughtful expression on her face. I
could tell she was tasting my semen, seeing if she liked it. I think
she did.

My cock kept pumping. This was a very powerful orgasm. Cum was flying
out of my cock and landing on Julie's chest, dripping into her
cleavage. She seemed to revel in it. Pumping, pumping. I was still
pumping, Julie still tugging rhythmically at my base.

"Oh yes!" I heard Julie exclaim. I don't think she'd ever seen a guy
come before. She seemed to be very turned on. I finally started to
calm down, feeling great. Julie looked down at her chest, her fingers
sliding through her my semen. It obviously seemed like a new
experience. She turned her eyes toward mine. There was a wild look in
them. It looked like she was just getting started. She had a ebullient
expression.

"I want to come now," she said, beaming at me. I told her I'd be happy
to oblige. Julie stood up, her breasts swaying with the motion. She
began to undo her jeans; button after button. I could feel my cock
start to come back to life - ah, to be young again! All the buttons
were undone. She slid her pants down and down over her long legs and
stepped out of them. Julie drew herself back up. She was the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen; absolutely stunning. 

Those long legs of hers were perfectly muscled from all her athletic
activity. They went on up to her wide hips, which were full and
perfectly designed for delivery, but still retained a lithesome look.
The white panties she had on emphasized the difference between her
hips and waist. Oh, what a waist! As big a girl as she was, it looked
like I could put my hands around Julie's waist. She looked positively
nubile as she breathed in and out, her skin lightly covering the
outlines of firm muscles.

Then, of course, her breasts, proudly pronouncing their presence - so
full they were wider than her shoulders, which were very wide. Model
wide. Julie was such an athletic figure. On top of a long neck was
Julie smiling at me. I think she liked the feeling, knowing that I
desired every inch of her. It was certainly self-evident - if she
didn't notice my expression, she just had to watch my dick become hard
again, snapping to attention.

"I love you Warren," Julie said softly. "Make love to me." Her hands
went to her panties. She began to roll them down. I saw her dense
matting of dark pubic hair. As she bent down at the waist her breasts
surged forward, then descended, but not hanging. They still looked so
full. Julie straightened and stepped out of her panties, she was now
naked in front of me and I was struck dumb. Julie really was beautiful
in every way. I caught a most glorious smell. I wanted Julie in the
worst way. She walked toward me, slowly, indulging in the moment just
a bit. She was magnificent, sublime in her naturalness. She had just
put her hand on my chest and was lowering her body to mine when we
heard a car come down the street. There had been other cars pass by,
but somehow we recognized the sound and knew this one would not be
passing by. This car was Julie's parents, coming home. We both had a
look of horror, and a sense of being cheated. 

"Quick, the back door," said Julie, gathering her clothes in her
hands, her breasts hanging down gracefully as she bent over. I jumped
up and pulled my pants up quickly, being careful of my still hard
dick. Julie had her bra and her shirt held against her chest, being
pressed outward by her new-found endowments. We ran to the back door,
almost tripping as my pants fell back down. We heard the car pull into
the driveway and stop. She unlocked the door and opened it then looked
me deeply in the eye. She had such an excited look on her face, like a
kid who had just uncovered a secret..

"Tonight is the best night of my life," and she kissed me quickly on
the lips.

"I love you Julie!" I said; it felt good to say it.

"I love you too, Warren," said Julie, her eyes sparkling radiantly, "I
love you too!" Her head snapped around as we heard a key in the front
door. "Quick, get out of here. Call me tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye Julie." She closed the door and ran to her room. I wondered if
she had enough time to clean herself up and get into a robe, but I
knew Julie could do it. As for myself, I ran through her backyard to
their fence against the alley. I was so sky-high it was easy to hop
it. I ran down the alley to the street, then ran home. I didn't need
to run, but I couldn't help it. I had so much energy and felt so
alive, I think I could have kept running to Timbuktu. I couldn't wait
to see Julie again; I couldn't wait until tomorrow; I couldn't wait
for life!


"Milk? How could we need any milk? I thought *you* were taking care of
it all. Oh, you can't make tapioca with it. Well, OK, I'll go to the
store."

Excuse me, dear readers, but I just love pudding: I must run an
errand. But fear not, I'll be back.






End of Part II.