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Authors name: Candy (Anonymous)
Story title : Hillary's First Stage Growth
PART 2 OF 2
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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, deter-mined 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 al-ways 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
re-cover! 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 out ward
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.
Hillary had at least two more orgasms as I spent the
next half hour lavishing her tits with attention. Then
we fucked until we both collapsed in exhaustion.
Her change continued. Soon her aureole was the
circumference of a small saucer while her nipples grew
wider and just a bit longer. They quickly became so
large when she was excited that they were to be seen
even when she was wearing a sweater. This did not
disturb Hillary at all.
"Lots of men like to see my nipples poking out like
that. I like it too. It tingles and makes me feel sexy
when my nipples jut out for all the world to see."
The growth continued. Within weeks her breast
circumference at the largest increased by several
inches due solely to the expansion of her now wildly
puffy aureoles. When aroused, which was practically
constantly, they sat like a soup bowl, 7 inches wide,
two or three inches deep, on the end of Hillary's
breasts. And they were topped, finally, by nipples that
would swell when excited like half a Vienna sausage.
The fullest part of Hillary's bosom continued to fall
just an inch and one half below these now behemoth
nipples. When the nipples were added into the
calculation they pushed her total bust measurement up
another few inches!
Now, no matter what she wore, her constant excitement
was prominently displayed.
"I feel like a little kid again." She whispered to me
one day while we were waiting for the bus. "I can't
wait to see what happens next. When my best friend,
Mandy, had puffy nipples as a kid it marked the
beginning of her breast growth. And I had a similar
episode when I first started to grow remember?
"Well, yeah, but this time you've really grown a LOT
larger. Last time your cute little titty tips just
puffed up a little. Now you're as large as some women's
entire breasts!"
"I know," she smiled proudly down at her self. We were
sitting on bus bench near campus. "And still, so
sensitive. It takes just the smallest touch!" Not
caring if anyone was watching she brushed her hands
lightly over her breast tips and smiled fondly as her
immense nipples and aureole swelled into jutting
prominence. A passing bike rider smashed into the back
of a parked car. Hillary did not seem to even notice.
That night Hillary dug through her lingerie drawer.
Crowing with triumph, she exhibited her find.
"Look, honey. It's one of my old bras!"
"That one looks like it was one of your first bras!
That thing will never fit you." I told her.
"I know that silly," she told me as she stripped off
her clothes. "Look at how small it seems now." She held
it up next to the bra she had just removed. Both cups
of the old bra were dwarfed by one of the cups from her
newer bra. "This is one of the first bras I bought.
It's a B cup. I wonder?"
She held the old bra to her immense chest. Using both
hands she positioned the cup to her right breast, over
her newly enlarged nipple and aureole. As she rubbed
the lacy bra over her tit tip and pinched her nipple
thru the fabric the flesh beneath sprang to prominence,
her aureole puffing up. As it did so, it filled the bra
cup that Hillary kept covering her tit tip. With-in
seconds the cup was filled to the brim. And beyond.
Look here, Richard! I can over fill this cup with just
my nipple and aureole! See, the cup can't cover the
pink flesh on either side when the bottom is covered. I
remember the time not so long ago when I would have
been ecstatic if my breasts had become as large as
these are all by themselves!"
But Hillary's excitement faded as within a few days. It
became evident that her breast expansion was almost at
a complete halt. True, her breasts were now well over
80 inches in circumference and were topped with hugely
excitable nipples. But no matter what she tried, she
could not achieve the massive growth that had come so
easily be-fore.
Her activity outside the college library a week later
was typical. By this time her schedule was well known.
Male students had been jockeying for the best positions
for an hour when she appeared around the corner of the
library and started toward the steps. An immediate hush
fell over the crowd. Her mincing gate and high heel
shoes gave her walk an element of eroticism that was
seldom seen outside of a movie house or striptease
hall. She was not going to strip perhaps but she was
definitely teasing.
Her men's shirt was stretched tight over a custom made
turtle necked leotard and tucked into a tight denim
skirt that was cut up the front and back to reveal
quick glances of her legs as she watched. No one
noticed her legs.
Every one noticed the massive surging that was evident
even through her bra, leotard and shirt as she strode
majestically toward the steps down to the broad
promenade that lead away from the library.
At the top of the stairs she paused to move the book
bag she clutched against her gargantuan left breast to
the other side and lightly stroked the brass railing
with her left hand. As she made her way slowly down the
stairs her use of the railing was understandable. She
was clearly unable to see the three closest steps
because of how far in front of her the fleshy shelf of
her bosom projected. Her breasts surged and rebounded
with movement as she gingerly made her way down the
staircase. Her boobs rose and fell with her downward
progression. Slowly her blouse was working itself free
of the confines of her tight skirt despite the
constraint of both bra and leotard. Finally, as she was
almost to the bottom, it did come free. At the base of
the staircase Hillary stopped and dropped her
belongings on the short wall next to the staircase and,
moving with exquisite slowness, she gathered up the
loose fabric of the blouse. Beginning with the lowest
button, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse,
seemingly unaware of the hundreds of pairs of eyes
following her every move. A groan of disappointment
mixed with rising excitement greeted the sight of the
turtle necked leotard that was revealed as she crammed
her blouse into her book bag.
Her bra, revealed now under the leotard to also be
white, was clearly visible in contrast to the light tan
that Hillary still retained from summer. It was the
newest bra that she had bought from Ms. Shaw. The
shoulder straps were over an inch wide. The body strap
was at least six inches wide and housed a hook-and-eye
every half-inch. The cups were made of lace and spandex
panels. As this was her newest bra there were no small
rolls of flesh pouching above the line of the bra cups.
Her leotard, not so new, was stretched so tight in
places that the fabric pattern of Hillary's bra was
embossed onto the leotard. This was particularly
evident at the tips of her breasts where the fabric was
stretched to the point of translucency.
Once again on the move, she strutted between the crowds
of men who watched in awe as the largest bust any of
them had ever imagined paraded past. Moving ponderously
u p and down, each elephantine breast had a natural
rhythm that swayed, quivered and surged in time with
Hillary's walk. With out the shirt the shifting and
quivering movement of Hillary's incredible vastness
could easily be appreciated. The erotic spell was only
enhanced by the slow emergence of her aureole as they
became visible through her now even thinner leotard
fabric. Slowly swelling with excitement they approached
the size of a half grapefruit. Each was capped by a
nipple the thickness and half the length of a Vienna
sausage. As her excitement increased the nipples became
more and more prominent. As she turned the last corner
it appeared Hillary had stuffed a robins egg into the
tip of each bra cup!
That evening, Hillary was disconsolate.
"Look here", she cried, pointing to the log she had
been keeping. "Weeks and weeks of strutting my stuff
all over town and all I have to show for it is a measly
ten inch increase in my bust! For all the teasing I've
done, for all the men that have lusted for me, this
pendant should be shining like a lighthouse. Not
glowing dimly the way it has been! I have to go see Ms.
LeFaye tomorrow and see what's going on. She should be
able to help me. I have to do something drastic if I
want to reach my goal."
"But honey, your nipples and aureole have expanded
hugely! Why, just last week you were bragging that you
could fill a normal B-cup with each aureole! And I
swear, they are bigger now than ever! If you just wait
you may start growing again."
"Well, it isn't enough! I want to have the biggest
breasts in the world. And I don't want to have to wait!
I want to grow so large that I have trouble moving. I
want a Level III Bra! There are going to be some
changes. I'm going to have the largest bosom I can
have! Nothing is going to stop me!" Hillary shouted at
me.
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