Chapter 2

When Hillary got home she had a new glint in her eye. She was a changed woman. She had a renewed purpose. She was dedicated, determined and willing to go the distance while doing what needed to be done in order to achieve her goal. Throw in any other business/sports cliche about a will to win that fits.

I followed her as she marched straight into the bedroom, retrieved the amulet from the nightstand and slipped it over her head once more.

Turning to me she proclaimed: “No Oriental chick, friend or not, is going to have a bigger bust than me. Guys, prepare to lust. After me. I’m gonna tease, I’m gonna tempt, I will swing and sway. I’ll jiggle and jounce. I will flaunt what I’ve got and get even more as a result. Just wait. I may become the first woman to need a Level III bra!” I had no idea what she was talking about.

Flinging open the closet doors Hillary began to sort through her wardrobe. Rapidly she started tossing clothes onto the bed. She built two piles of clothes. The first contained all the clothes that could not possibly fit her any longer. Old dresses and clothes that predated her bust expansion. She indicated that they were to be given to charity.

It was the second pile that she was interested in.

“Richard, help me sort through this stuff. I have to find the hottest, sexiest clothes I own so I can get the best response from guys. I want to be able to stiffen a cock at a hundred paces and cause ejaculations just by walking by men. I’m going to grow the biggest set of tits I can! Nothing else will do!”

Soon enough the pile had been winnowed down to a collection of short-shorts, tight skirts, skin tight jeans and the smallest, tightest, most revealing tops that Hillary owned. Many of them were items that had fit well some time ago but were now just a little too small for her seventy-six inch bosom.

Over the next several days she mapped out her strategy with the precision of a military campaign. Her target: the crotch of every man in town. Her goal: the arousal of lust in everyone who saw her. Her determination: absolute and unstoppable.

Over the following weeks Hillary took to wearing the most titillating outfits she could put together. Every evening she would return home and measure herself. I was called upon to sate the lust that she built up as she teased and taunted the men in town. I was truly surprised that at no time was she ever accosted or attacked.

I wasn’t spending every night at Hillary’s the way I’d been doing. Her priorities had clearly changed and I was just the object to be used when available to satisfy her needs. Every time I saw her, Hillary would recount the who, where, how and other details of the days events.

She would regale me with the tales of the reactions of the men as they first saw her. The double and triple takes. The ones that walked into walls and light posts. The glares of the suddenly ignored girlfriends. The details of the attempts to be ever more provocative.

Daily she would dress in short skirts, tight sweaters or blouses. Dresses cut down to there. Or further. Inches and feet of cleavage was revealed. But despite her every effort Hillary was not at all content with the results of her campaign. It seemed to take longer for the pendant to charge than it had before. Her crystal would flicker to life with a soft pale glow when she gained lustful looks and die out after we had sex. Her breasts would expand another fraction of an inch each time. She became more and more determined even though the growth was not as rapid as she wanted it to be.

As I recall I was the first to notice one significant change. We were making love one evening. Hillary was on top of me, powering up and down in long, strong, deep strokes that brought the maximum pres-sure to bear on her clit. She had experienced two or three orgasms and was building to another peak when I began to squeeze the tips of her breasts.

Understand, when Hillary was on top, her nipples were not always right there for me to latch onto. If her hands were on the bed instead of on my shoulders or chest, then her breasts rested on top of me.

That was the position now. I could feel her tiny stiff nipples scraping back and forth over my upper stomach and lower chest with her movement. Then, when she straightened up some and shifted her weight a little more toward my thighs her breasts rose off me and I grabbed hold with both hands.

Her breasts were so firm that I never was really able to squeeze a full handful. Rather, I was able to flex my fingers together a little and then her firm flesh would resist. It was somewhat like trying to grab a mostly inflated basketball, but each breast was larger, although not so spherical. This time, when I squeezed, she hissed in a breath and moaned.

“Gently, lover, gently! I’m real sensitive tonight!”

“Okay, I’ll kiss ‘em and make ‘em feel all better,” I replied as I used both hands to heft her left breast to my lips. As I drew her nipple between my teeth she moaned again, deeper and longer. It felt like her nipple was larger between my lips. My head moved like windshield wiper blades as I switched back and forth from one to the other. Her moans rose in pitch and increased in frequency.

She crashed into an intense orgasm and shuddered to a halt on top of me while I kept up my nursing, alternating tit tips. Suddenly to my complete surprise, I felt her entire vagina convulse around my embedded dick. The pressure was stronger than anything I could recall having felt within this marvelously active cunt and her entire passage began to pulse, quivering and tremoring the length of my whole shaft. I came within seconds and as I ejaculated deep with in Hillary she crumpled over me in a dead faint.

Concerned, I quickly got her onto her back and rushed to the bathroom for a glass of water. I don’t know if that was the right thing to do or not but by the time I got back she was conscious. And thirsty, so the water did come in handy.

Hillary quickly regained herself.

“Lord, that was something else. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt,” she told me. “It was like there was an electrical current between my pussy and my breasts. It pulsed and grew and grew until I fainted! Wow! I don’t know how many more like that I could take! But I’m willing to find out!” and she reached for my dick.

“Take it easy honey. Not so fast! Take a few minutes to recover! Besides, I’m not nearly ready to go again so soon.”

“Honey, I can get your dick hard so fast you’ll be dizzy. I’m blessed with the biggest tits you’ve ever seen and if I want you hard you’ll get hard. You boob crazed maniac. Here, lie down. Let me sit on your stomach and dangle these huge hooters in your face. That oughta get you hard in no time!”

Putting words to action, Hillary was astride me in seconds.

The ceiling was blocked out as she hunched her shoulders and thrust her colossal boobs at my face. I ended up wedged into the cleavage between each breast as they pressed against the bed. My nose was at least six inches away from the bottom of her cleavage!

“I’ll back up a little,” she giggled as she wiggled backwards.

Once again I used both hands to heft her boob to my lips. This time I started with the right one. As I brought it into my view I saw that her aureole was puffed up. It and the nipple were larger than I’d ever seen them.

“Honey, your nipples look larger!” I exclaimed. I ran my tongue around the perimeter of her perfectly circular tit tip. Her nipple was the size of a pencil eraser. Just as stiff, as well!

“And more sensitive too!” she moaned.

“No, really. I used to be able to completely enclose your nipple and aureole in my mouth. Now, it seems that there is a little outside of my lips.”

The nipple and aureole that had once resembled a TicTac centered on a silver dollar was now both longer and larger.

Smiling lustfully down at me Hillary used both hands to heave her other breast to where she could gaze at its prominent nipple.

“You’re right! It is a little bigger. And puffier as well, she exclaimed as she pinched and pulled at it with one hand while trying to support her boob with her other hand and arm. “Oh, and it IS more sensitive! I like it! Can you suck them both at once?”

She dropped the breast she was holding and, using both hands, tried to crush her breasts together enough so that I could get my mouth on both at the same time. That didn’t work. There was too much flesh to handle. Switching approaches, Hillary rested her hands on the swells of breast just above her nipples and tried to crunch her boobs together with her elbows while pulling her nipples closer to one another with her hands. It was an epic struggle. Her nipples pointed outward somewhat when her breasts hung from her chest. They more or less pointed straight ahead when she was leaning over me as she was now. But there was still at least nine inches of flesh from the center of her cleavage to the nipple on each breast. With both of us pushing and mashing her tits together we were able to bring both nipples close enough that I could suck on them at the same time. With her boobs squeezed together like this her cleavage was forced up so far that Hillary could barely see what I was doing. Her face was buried into her cleavage almost up to her nose as she moaned and sighed in response to the nibbles, sucks and licking I was subjecting her nipples to.