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Authors name: Candy (Anonymous)
Story title : Hillary's First Stage Growth
PART 1 OF 2
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Candy was smiling angelically at us having finished the
story of how she developed her massive bust and the
effects that that growth had on her life.
"Candy, are you happy now with how things turned out?
An "L" cup is really large! I'd thought of maybe an "F"
cup but I may set my sights higher now that I've seen
how you look so, well, radiant and serene and so, so,
well, LARGE!"
"Not an "L" cup now. I grew more after that afternoon
in the library." Her smile was still angelic but there
was now a hint of pride and immense satisfaction as
well. "I now wear a "P" cup bra. That's what it would
be if you measured by inches. I get bras custom made
here in town now and the seamstress say cup
measurements don't really matter when you get to be
this size."
"Can you, I mean would you, I've never imagined..."
Hillary was almost stuttering in her eagerness. "I'd
like to see what your bra looks like."
Candy turned to Ms. Le Faye. "Is it all right? I'd like
to show Hillary if you don't mind?"
At Ms. Le Faye's nod Candy unbuttoned her coat. As she
turned around to place it on the chair behind her she
slipped it off her shoulders.
She bent over to place it on the chair, which pulled
her skirt snug against her tight little bum. As she
straightened up she reached up to release the bun that
held her hair in place. With her arms up I was able to
count each of the eight hooks that struggled to hold
their burden in place. An expanse of shiny pink nylon
described an arc from several inches below where the
side panels disappeared around her rib cage to just
below her armpits. The fabric I could see on either
side would each comprise a normal "C" bra cup.
As she turned to face us, it was obvious that the
jacket had done an excellent job of hiding Candy's true
size. Her projection was at least a foot from the
sternum.
"My GOD!" Hillary sighed, in awe and wonderment as
Candy completed her slow turn. I almost echoed her but
I'd completely lost my voice. Candy's breasts were
immense. There is no other word for it. Each bra cup
used as much fabric as one of my T-shirts it seemed.
Hundreds of flowerettes were sprinkled across the
swaths of fabric that comprised each cup. There was a
dusky, creamy cleavage of at least 6 inches that
started four or five inches below her collar bone and
disappeared into her bra almost half way to the
juncture of her bra cups. Each bra strap was at least
an inch wide although they seemed not to dig into her
shoulders, as I would have expected given the mammoth
load they were carrying. Candy's pride was evident as
she gazed down at herself and then at our open mouthed
astonishment.
The bra cups reached from the bottom of her rib cage to
her armpits, at least eight inches. The volume was
easily larger than a basketball on each side.
"They look even larger when I take bra off!" stated
Candy proudly. "I love attention Harvey gives me. I
don't dress to show myself in public, but I love to
dress for Harvey. And he loves to see me dress up. I
wear outlandish costumes for him. Hillary, you come
over and see them sometime, if you want to."
"I will! I want to!" Hillary said immediately.
Merle purred from the desk and Ms. Le Faye took her
cue.
"Well, that's Candy's story although there are lots of
others you could listen to." said Ms. Le Faye. "Are you
still interested Hillary?"
"Oh, you bet! I can't wait to get started! What can I
do? When can I start?"
"Right now if you like," replied Ms. Le Faye.
So saying, she once again picked up the pendant in
front of her on the table. She removed the gold chain
from around her neck and allowed the pendant and chain
to rest in front of her in the sunlight that splashed
on her desk.
Muttering something that I could not hear, she passed
her hand over the pendant. A bright glow of light
slowly grew from the crystal, becoming too bright to
look at with in a few seconds. After the glow faded
there were two pendants and chains where only one had
been a few moments before.
At a gesture from Ms. Le Faye, Candy picked up the
pendant and stood behind Hillary.
Candy slipped the pendant around Hillary's neck from
behind and fastened the clasp in the back. She had to
reach up over her head to do so. She did not even come
up to Hillary's shoulder! However, despite the fact
that Hillary was standing between Candy and me, I could
see Candy's vast breasts to either side of Hillary
slender frame.
Hillary had a happy little smile on her face as she
looked down and patted the pendant where it lay under
her blouse.
Merle let out a small yowl of approval from his perch
on the desk.
"Now remember," admonished Ms. Le Faye," that the
effects of this type of spell vary widely. It may take
some time for any effects to be observed, it may happen
very rapidly. But when you are satisfied with the
results, all you have to do is slip the pendant off. If
you put the pendant back on, the effects will continue
to occur again.
"Please feel free to visit us here. I think I speak for
both Candy and myself when I say that."
"Yes, please!" Candy concurred. "Like very much to get
to know tall American girl. Love your hair! You grow
big bosom like me! You already so pretty!"
"And try to confine your sexual activities to a more
private place than a dorm room!" Ms. Le Faye added with
a chuckle.
All the way back to the apartment Hillary kept touching
at the pendant under her blouse.
"Just making sure it's real," she explained when she
saw me watching her.
That night as we got ready for bed, Hillary stood in
front of the mirror looking at herself and the pendant
that nestled high up, just below where a line would be
drawn between the very tops of her breasts. The look on
her face was difficult to read.
"Honey, what are you thinking," I asked.
"I'm just wondering how I'm going to look with
wonderfully large breasts! All my life I've really
wanted them and now it's going to happen! I'm so
excited I can't wait! Do you think I'm bigger yet?"
"I don't see any difference," I said. " It's only been
a few hours! Give it some time!"
Nonetheless, Hillary measured herself. As she entered
the numbers in to a small notebook she said, "Day one.
36-26-39. 138 pounds, just like always."
The next few days were filled with anticipation. No
change was evident although Hillary insisted that she
felt fuller across the chest and reported tinglings and
strange feelings shooting between her crotch and her
breasts from time to time.
On the week anniversary of our conversation with Ms. Le
Faye, Hillary had dinner with Candy and came back all
excited.
"I had such a nice time with her, she's so sweet and
warm. It's funny, you sit with her a while and you sort
of forget how she looks and then some guy will walk
into a wall or something and you suddenly realize just
how big she is! She's so unaffected by all the looks
she gets.
Of course, she can't sit in a regular booth because her
boobs sort of rest on top of the table, or press
against the table if she pushes them underneath the
table. She showed me before we sat at the table. It was
almost funny watching the waiter try not to stare at
her! She's so in love with Harvey that the attention
she gets from other men just doesn't seem to register
on her. Although I do think she has a bit of the tease
in her.
"She told me to be patient, that when it happens, it
happens. She sounded so Zen! I want it to happen now! I
can't wait to have larger breasts."
Two days later we were sitting at the food court in the
mall finishing up lunch. All lunch long Hillary's head
had been on a pivot, she was watching everyone who
walked by.
"Hillary, what in the world are you doing? You are so
distracted today. Every time I say something to you I
have to repeat myself."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm watching the girls."
"I thought that was my job."
"Oh, silly, I'm trying to decide how I'm going to look
and how big I'm going to get. Now scoot over here for a
minute."
I switched sides on the table so we were looking the
same direction.
Hillary pointed to a couple of women walking past.
"Now there is a woman with a nice pair of tits. Do you
think I should get that big? How about bigger? Like
that lady, there! Those have got to be Double D's. Look
how tight the sweater is on that young thing over
there. She's not all that big, but she's proud of what
she's got!
"I'm going to be proud too! Ohhh, look at her! See how
she bounces! I bet she's not wearing a bra under that!
Oh, honey. I'm so excited!" Her hand stole into my lap
and cupped my crotch. "But I'm going to be really,
really big. None of these women are nearly as big as
I'm going to be! I'm going to be big and then bigger!
Bigger than Candy! I'm taller than she is so I can
carry a bigger load!" Her hand was patting and
squeezing and pulling at me through my pants!
"Hey, watch it. If you get me all excited I'll never
get out of here," I protested. "I can't walk through
the mall with a hard on. People will point!"
"Well, I want you hard! So let's go home now! I'll get
you hard and soft so fast you'll be dizzy from blood
deprivation of the brain!" she hissed.
Back we went to Hillary's apartment. As usual Mrs.
Murgatroyd's daughter was sitting on the front porch
steps as we approached. And as usual, she beat a hasty
retreat into the house when she saw us coming.
"That little girl is so shy!" said Hillary. "Sometimes
I think she's spying on me but I've never really seen
her? She just always seems to be around, is all. She
doesn't have any friends that I know of. I can't figure
out why she isn't in school, either. Oh well, I've got
bigger things on my mind right now." She grinned as she
gave my crotch a grab.
The Mystery of the Shy Girl, as I had thought of it,
faded from my mind as we entered Hillary's apartment
and headed for the bedroom. As always, I was fascinated
to watch as Hillary's pussy, which felt so tight when I
slipped a finger into it, was able to comfortably
accommodate my girth and length. Thank God I'd found
her, I thought as we wrestled in passion on the bed.
Despite the rather unique way we had met the sex was
always great! And Hillary was an enthusiastic and vocal
lover!
I didn't hear from Hillary for two weeks after that
day. When I did get a call from her, she sounded upset
as she asked me to come over.
Mrs. M's daughter was keeping her usual vigil as I
drove up and this time she gave me a half wave as she
got up and disappeared.
"Must be my boyish charm," I muttered as I walked up
the stairs to Hillary's apartment door in the rear of
the building.
"Nothings happened" Hillary sobbed. She threw herself
into my arms as I walked in.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Look at me! It's been weeks and nothing has happened.
Every day I measure, every day it's the same! This
pendant isn't doing a damn thing," she wept.
"Are you sure?" I asked, although from looking at her
it didn't seem that her chest was any bigger at all.
"Yes I'm sure. I've measured 36-26-39 since high
school! Nothings changed! I've felt all these weird
tinglings and throbbings and so on! But nothing
happens!" She picked up the notebook she'd been keeping
and flung it across the room.
"Well Hillary," I consoled her, "I don't think you
should be so upset. After all, look in the mirror!"
She turned with me as I wrapped my arm around her waist
and led her to the full-length mirror in the bedroom.
"Look at your hair," I pointed out. "It's beautiful.
Long, natural blonde wavy hair like yours is a rarity.
And it always looks great. I don't think you've ever
had a bad hair day." I joked.
"You have legs that reach your neck. All the guys talk
about your legs." I slipped her shorts off her as I
spoke, leaving her in panties and a shirt. "When you
wear these heels," I continued handing her my favorite
of her many shoes, "your legs could be used in
commercials for silk stockings!"
She was starting to brighten as I continued to pour on
the compliments. And they were all true!
"And tell the truth," I told her as I unbuttoned her
shirt and slipped it off her shoulders.
"How many women do you know that have the kind of tall,
shapely figure that you have? You don't have any excess
weight at all, you have a lovely long waist that is
nicely toned and muscled. Your neck is elegant and
graceful. Your face is drop dead gorgeous and you know
it! So what if you don't have the biggest boobs in the
world? You turn heads everywhere you go!"
She was smiling at her reflection now.
She turned to me and kissed me full on the mouth.
"Richard you always know how to make me feel better!
You're right. Maybe I'm just a little crazy. When you
tell me those things I know you're right and I am proud
of how I appear." A funny look passed over her face as
she said this but cleared away as she continued. "Wanna
fuck, honey?"
I laughed out loud at the sudden change of direction.
"Well, I better do something with this," I told her.
Her gaze dropped to my groin and a smile crossed her
face as she noticed the protrusion in my loose fitting
pants.
"Did I do that?" she asked mischievously.
"Yeah," I replied. "Talking about how good looking you
are and seeing you in nothing but bikini panties and a
skimpy bra will do that to me."
"Well, lets take care of that!"
Hillary kissed me hotly and ground herself against me.
My hardened dick reached up almost to her navel despite
her height ad-vantage and she hunched her moistening
pussy along the length of my prick as we kissed.
Hillary slid to her knees in front of me and quickly
undid my belt and zipper, pulling my pants down to my
ankles. I stepped out of them as she gingerly pulled
out the waistband of my shorts and reached in to grasp
my dick.
"Well, I may not be growing," she smiled, "but I
suspect that this thing may be bigger than ever! I
can't get over how it starts out being so small and
defenseless and then grows into such a behemoth!"
"God, I hope it's not getting any bigger!" I said. "I
can't get a boner without having everyone within
eyesight noticing it. Being the owner of an almost 15
inch dick is not the boy's fantasy I thought it might
be!"
"Poor baby. Shall I kiss it and make it all better?"
she asked as she proceeded to do just that. While it
was true that Hillary could accommodate my cock in her
amazingly elastic cunt, her mouth and jaws were not so
able. Still, she did manage to get the head and about
two inches of the shaft into her before having to admit
defeat.
I groaned out loud as her lips and tongue went wild on
my dick head.
She was panting slightly as she removed my dick from
her mouth.
"I just love trying to stuff this sausage down my
throat. Some time I may just be able to!"
"I don't really care one way or the other," I told her.
"As long as we can make love and you and I enjoy it
it's aces with me!"
"Well, lets play cards then," she said as she dragged
me to the couch. "I'm too horny now to go all the way
to the bed room. Sit down here and brace yourself!"
Standing over me as I slouched on the couch she
continued to run a hand up and down my shaft while she
slipped off her panties. Her excitement was dribbling
down her leg as she positioned my cock head at the lips
of her cunt.
"It always feels so good!" she moaned as she began a
slow decent down my cock lance. "I love the feeling of
being filled by this huge cock!"
She shifted her weight from her feet on the floor to
her knees on either side of me as she slid down and
down. Finally she was pressed tight to my groin, not a
fraction of an inch was outside her as she shuffled her
hips left and right.
"God you fill me up so good! I've never been so full!"
Because of her height my head was pressed to her chest
as her arms tightened around my neck. Reaching behind
her I undid the single hook of her bra and she let it
fall to the floor.
They may not be very big, I thought as I gazed at her
breasts so close in front of me, but they sure are
pretty. Smallish nipples were perched jauntily on top
of amazingly wide mounds that projected only slightly
from her chest. The flesh of her boobs appeared to
start almost immediately below her collarbone and ended
even with bottom of her sternum.
I licked and nipped at them as Hillary's talented pussy
did amazing things to my dick without her even seeming
to move. She had more action going on inside her while
sitting still on my lap than some girls had when they
were bouncing all over the place!
"I just can't seem to get enough of you," she moaned as
she began a slight up and down movement. "It always
feel so good." She picked up the pace.
"Feels good to me, too." I said as I continued to kiss
and suckle her breasts. "Want me to get on top?" I
asked.
"No. This feels too good. Let me cum this way, then
we'll see," she smiled into my eyes. She was always
able to have multiple orgasms. Some times her energy
was almost frightening.
Then her eyes drifted close as the feelings rose in
her. Her pussy was moving up and down in short, five-
inch strokes and I was occasionally hitting her cervix
with the head of my dick. This seemed not to hurt her,
but rather, to spur her on to harder and faster
efforts. She was moaning with each down stroke and
breathing in with each up stroke.
Finally, after several more minutes of this she came
down hard and clutched at me with her arms and legs as
she had her first orgasm. Hillary was almost never one
to stop with the first one and today was no exception.
After regaining her breath and spending several moments
kissing me thoroughly she climbed off and positioned
herself doggie style on the couch and wagged her butt
at my face.
"Climb on stud! I'm going to wear you out today! I
haven't felt this horny in a long time," she grinned.
"You have to earn your keep!"
"Fine with me," I told her as I positioned myself
behind her.
Looking down I was again struck by how dainty her pussy
looked. Neatly trimmed hair surrounded pussy lips that
gripped my exploring finger as I teased her in
preparation of trying to fuck her lights out! How she
could grip my single finger and then open up to easily
accept my oversized schlong was something I had never
understood. But I'd never complained about it either!
Even though we had just made love for almost ten
minutes her pussy managed to look and feel fresh and
tight!
"Oh, honey, don't tease me! I want you back inside me
now!"
"Hold your horses," I told her as I moved up behind
her. Bracing myself with one hand on her back I used
the other to swipe the head of my dick over the
entrance to her cunt. Each time I wiped from top to
bottom she moaned and moved back to try to engulf me.
"Teasing bastard!" She moaned. "I need it now! Quit
fucking around and start fucking!"
I loved to hear her beg! But I was ready to give her
what we both wanted. Without warning I pushed into her
my full length. Not stopping until I was completely
embedded in her, my hips crushed against her butt and
my balls bounced against her thighs.
Her head snapped up, a long, loud moan of ecstasy
coming from deep inside her! Her head sank back onto
her folded forearms braced on the couch arm as she
squirmed her butt back against me to make sure that she
had every bit of me!
Gripping her hips I proceeded to give her what I knew
she wanted. There was a time when I would have been
more gentle and sensitive. Not today. Somehow I knew
that what Hillary wanted was to be taken as hard and as
often as I could!
Drawing back from her until only the tip of the head of
my cock was still in her I gave her two very short
strokes just popping the dick head in and out, and then
I started to slam into her, using every fraction of an
inch that I had. And every bit of strength as well!
Hillary's back took on a deep arch. She shifted her
legs apart a little and raised her pelvis to offer me
as straight a path as possible for my battering ram
approach. She was squealing and yelping in time with my
strokes. After about four minutes of this assault she
screamed into an orgasm that shook her body like palsy.
I never even slowed down.
Two minutes later she had another orgasm and then
another one only about a minute later! I was sweating
heavily and breathing hard from the effort. And I was
getting close to my release. Hillary was climbing
higher and higher, faster and faster. She came one more
time.
Moving quickly, I withdrew, eliciting a moan of
disappointment from Hillary. I flipped her over on the
couch and slid back into her pussy as her arms and legs
wrapped themselves around me. Her hips slammed up at me
as I regained my rhythm. Her breath was coming in gasps
and moans as we continued to fuck. She had another
orgasm and then I was cumming like a fire hose inside
her. She kept her death grip on me as we both started
to settle.
"That was fabulous, babe," she whispered in my ear.
"Just fabulous. I came so many times! What a train
ride!"
"Yeah, me too" I gasped as I struggled to regain my
breath. I was about wiped out.
"Okay, okay, get off me, you oaf!" She was smiling as
she said this. "You may be shorter than me but you
still weigh too much to just lie on me like this if
you're not going to be driving that monster cock of
yours into me to help me forget how heavy you are!" she
teased.
"Sorry." I slid onto the floor next to the couch and
braced my back against the couch.
"You know, I feel a little funny," she announced.
Looking down at herself, she was frowning. "I think, I
wonder if..."
She was off the couch and into the bedroom in a
disgusting display of energy.
Another moment she was back. Grinning from ear to ear.
"It's true! I'm bigger! Oh Honey, it's finally started!
I thought things felt a little different when we were
going at it! I've grown an inch! Look!"
She wrapped the tape in her hand around her bust line.
"See! 37, no, wait, 37 and a half! I'm growing honey!
I'm going to have big tits!"
"If you say so," I replied. She didn't look bigger to
me but the tape told no lies. Hillary was smiling
triumphantly down at herself and re-measuring herself.
I was more concerned with finding something to eat.
Men can be so insensitive.
Continued in part 2...
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