Tempting the Boundaries: Part 2

Tempting the Boundaries: Part 2

TEMPTING THE BOUNDARIES: PART 2 GUIDING A GROUP OF HORNY WOMEN ISN'T EASY. BASED ON A POST BY M STORYMAN X. [https://www.literotica.com/authors/m storyman x/works/stories] LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries2.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries2.jpg] I ate a late dinner, just catching the end of the chow hall hours, after a long nap. I wandered out of the chow hall and down toward the lake just as the moon was starting to come up. I love watching the nearly full moon shining off the lake on a calm night. If the water wasn't so cold I'd probably have taken a short swim, but since the evening was a bit cooler, maybe only seventy or seventy five, I decided to just find my usual spot and sit and watch the moon come up. I was nearly half way down to the water when I hear crunching in the gravel behind me, light footsteps clearly hurrying to catch up to me. I turned enough to look over my shoulder and saw the petite little gal from this afternoon with the orange bikini mishap. There was enough light to tell that she had changed back to the shorts again and had a t-shirt that was cut off just below her tits. "Hi!" she said cheerfully as she caught up with me and slowed down. "Hi. Beth isn't it?" "Uh huh. Where you headed?" "Just down to the water to watch the moon rise. You should be getting some sleep. Tomorrow's your hardest day paddling," I said quietly as I continued walking. "Can't sleep. Mind if I hang out with you for a while?" "Well, I'd say no, but I have a hunch you won't take no for an answer." "Not without a good reason." "This is my quiet time. I like to just sit and watch the moon reflect off the water. It's kinda like meditation time if I did that kind of thing." "Ah. Well, I can use some quiet time," she said quietly. "If you want," I said before turning off the path and walking down the grass hillside toward the water's edge. I skirted down the shoreline along a narrow path and then stepped down off the path to the very edge of the water, wading past a large rock outcropping. I climbed onto a large flat rock and leaned back against the rock wall, settled to watch the moon pushing up over the horizon. "It's pretty," she whispered as she settled down on the large flat rock next to me. "Uh huh," I answered, not really wanting to talk. We sat and watched the moon slowly climb above the trees, the disk finally breaking free of the huge pines that had been poking up into the silver white disk. "You know. It's kinda funny. We both ended up seeing each other's bodies earlier today." "Uh huh." "So, you got a girlfriend? Back home I mean?" "Would it matter if I did?" "It might," she whispered. "No. not right now," I answered her. "And no wife." "No, not for several years now." "I'm surprised. The no girlfriend I mean." "Why's that?" "Because you're hot." "I'm old." "Not really." "I have a daughter older than you are. I am," I whispered. "How old are you?" "Fifty two." "Oh. I wouldn't have guessed. How old do you think I am?" "Oh. Twenty five or six maybe." "Older than that." "Okay." "Thirty two." "That's still twenty years." "Does it matter?" "Depends." "On what?" "On why you want to know how old I am?" "I don't know. Just wondered." "Uh huh," I answered, quite sure at this point that I knew exactly what she wanted to know for. "You're still pretty hot." "It's against the rules. I could get fired." "What is?" "Having sex with the customers." "I didn't say that was what I wanted." "You didn't have to." "That obvious?" "Uh huh." She sat silently for long minutes, the moon bouncing off the water and bathing us in a soft bluish hue. She almost startled me with how quickly she started moving. For a moment I thought she was going to climb off the rock and walk away, but instead she pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving her naked below the short cropped t-shirt. Her round outer pussy lips were full and puffy, a small amount of soft inner lip protruding down as she stood with her legs slightly spread in front of me. She reached up and pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it onto the rock where she had been sitting. Her tits were firm and round, easily a C cup with only a small amount of sag that made them all the more sexy looking. She stood in the moonlight for long seconds letting me look her over before she stepped toward me and straddled me with her feet, reaching down to pull my t-shirt out of the waist of my shorts. "Your turn," she whispered, tugging on my shirt, trying to get me to lift my arms and let her undress me. "Insistent, aren't you?" "I know what I want." "And that is?" "Your cock in my mouth for now." "For now?" "Uh huh. After that I want you in me. I want you to fuck me." "How come?" "You're hot. I'm horny. We both want it. What more reason does there need to be?" "I could get fired." "Only if we're caught. And I kinda doubt anyone else comes down here." "A few do." "Uh huh. To do what?" I chuckled. "Have sex." "See?" she said, as I gave in and let her pull my shirt off. She bent over and started working on my pants, unzipping them and trying to pull them down my legs. "You could help." "You're right," I agreed, reaching for her hips and pulling her toward me. She straightened up so her head wouldn't bang against the rock wall behind us. She stood with just her head higher than the rocks as I pulled her toward me. "Oh fuck," she gasped softly as I pressed my tongue between her wet lips and stroked up toward her clit. She spread her legs farther to give me more access and I pressed my tongue deeper between her lips, tasting her tangy juices and teasing the entrance of her tunnel before dragging my tongue between her lips to the juncture and her hard clit. I heard her suck in her breath as I spread her lips with my fingers and flicked my tongue across her clit. "Oh shit," she mumbled as I drew her clit between my lips and sucked it eagerly. I let go of her clit and licked again, stroking her soft inner lips, flicking across her clit again, her hips bucking involuntarily in response. "I guess you like that," I whispered before going back for another long slow lick. "Oh god yes," she moaned softly, trying to press her pussy to my face as I stroked across her clit again. I took my time, sliding my tongue slowly between her lips over and over, each time pausing at her clit and teasing it. Her juices flowed less tangy and sweeter as I pushed her slowly toward the climax that was obviously building within her. If she thought I was going to make her come on my face, she had another thing coming. Not that I wouldn't have. In fact, I very much enjoy doing that. But the more I licked her pussy the more urgently I felt the need to press my cock into her tight pussy. Other than Donna earlier, it had been months since I'd had sex with anything other than my own hand. I slipped from under her and stood up, pushing her back around to face the rock when she tried to turn to face me. I dropped my shorts and pushed my underwear down to my thighs and then aimed my engorged cock at her wet pussy. She felt me rub my head between her lips and she bent over more, pushing her ass out at me, and in the process, pushing her own pussy over my fat head. "Oh my god." I heard her mumble quietly as I pushed deeper into her, feeling her pussy expand to accept me as I pressed ever so slowly into her. "God you are so fucking big." "That's what you wanted, right? To feel how big I was?" "Uh huh," she moaned as I held her hips and started to slowly stroke in and out of her. I felt my head bump into her cervix before I ran out of cock, so I pulled back again, pulling almost all the way out of her before driving in again. "Oh god!" she moaned more loudly. "Sh. Or I'll stop," I whispered. "Okay," she whispered back as I held my cock inside her but didn't move. I took a deep breath and started moving again, pulling nearly out of her and then driving into her again. Over and over we danced the dance of sex, her hips pushing toward me as I pushed into her and pulling away as I pulled back. Over and over we shoved our bodies at each other, my cock teasing the length of her tunnel and her pussy caressing my rock hard shaft. "I'm going to come," she squeaked softly. "Hope you're not loud," I chuckled behind her, knowing I wasn't far behind her. "UH Fuck!" she grunted loudly. "Not usually." She squeaked softly as I plunged into her faster. "Oh god. Oh fucking god damn yes! Here I come!" I felt her pussy contract around my cock and her legs and arms shake as she became more and more animated on how she pushed and pulled her pussy on me. "Oh GOD!" she cried loudly once before slapping a hand over her own mouth and crying out into it. I continued to plunge into her, each stroke pushing me slightly closer to climax. "Almost there," I grunted, knowing I was going to blow any second. She suddenly pulled off of me, spun around, squatting down. She wrapped both hands around my pussy slicked shaft and started to frantically stroke me. "On my tits. Please come all over my tits!" she practically begged. I didn't have much choice. I was way too close to want to stop, or maybe even able to stop. I groaned softly and then my hips jerked, pumping a huge shot of hot cum out at her chest. I looked down and watched my cock squirt time after time, each shot launched with an involuntary jerk of my hips. I stood panting, looking at my cum sliding and oozing down her tits as she rubbed my now softening cock around her nipples, teasing them with the tip of my cock. She let go of my cock and stood up, rubbing the cum around her firm tits before looking up at me and smiling. "Fuck that was hot," she whispered. "I love watching a guy come on my tits. Turns me on so much that I just want to fuck them again and again and again." "Not sure that'll happen now," I said as my cock drooped between us. "How about if I get it hard again?" "Get it hard I'll be happy to fuck you again." She grinned at me and squatted down in front of me, leaning her face toward my body and engulfing my cock with her hot wet mouth. "Oh damn," I whispered as she teased my balls and sucked my softened cock. I'm no spring chicken anymore, so I was surprised at how quickly she managed to get me growing again. "Well, that didn't take long," she said with a grin. "Why don't you come down here and fuck my brains out now." "Sure. How do you want it?" "Doggy style," she said with a grin, reaching behind her for her shirt and shorts. She wadded them up and put one under each knee as she knelt on all fours, her ass sticking out at me. I pushed off my shorts, folded them for padding and then knelt between her legs, rubbing my again engorged head between her still wet lips. "Oh yes. Perfect," she whispered as I started stroking into her. In and out I went, sliding my cock along her sensitive walls, little gasps and moans slipping from her lips. Her pussy made a sexy little squishing sound each time I pushed into her, the sensations and sounds slowly working me toward another climax. The moon continued its trek as we knelt there, working my shaft in and out of her. I could feel her juices leaking around my cock and dripping down my balls to the rocks we knelt on. "God you better come soon. I'm not sure how much longer I can wait," I grunted softly. "You're kidding, right?" she answered breathlessly. "I've been fucking coming almost continuously for the last fifteen minutes." "Oh shit," I grunted. "No wonder you're so fucking juicy." "Uh huh. God damn you can fuck. I may not be able to walk tomorrow the way you're going." "Well, get ready for the grand finale then," I whispered as I let the sensations wash over me unabated. It only took another few dozen strokes and my body jerked hard, driving my cock into her so hard that it knocked us both over. She lay flat on the rock as I lay on top of her, my cock jerking and twitching inside her as I filled her pussy with cum. "Oh god damn that feels good," she moaned softly. "Uh huh," I answered breathlessly as I lay on top of her. "Jesus you can fuck a long time." "Sometimes," I agreed as my body jerked again, adding a little more cum to her already full pussy. I lay on her for only a few more short minutes, my cock softening and slipping out of her. I rolled off, lying on my back with my feet hanging over the side of the rock outcropping into the water. "God," she whispered, rolling over on her back next to me. "I am definitely not going to be able to walk tomorrow after that fucking," she said with a giggle. "Sorry." "Don't be. I love a good fucking. I just haven't ever come that long before. You were like the damn energizer bunny. You just kept going and going and going and every stroke seemed to either tease my clit or my G spot. Jesus that was good." "Well, for what it's worth, thank you. I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did." "You sure you don't have a girlfriend at home?" "I'm sure." "God I don't know why not. You are one hot fuck!" she said with a giggle. "Just haven't found the right kind of girl." "You mean one with tits and a pussy? Jesus. Any woman would be happy to fuck you every damn day. Unless you're not all that into girls or something." "Oh, I'm plenty into girls," I chuckled. "Well. I better get back to the hut before they figure out I'm missing." "Yeah. You better," I said, making no attempt to move. She smiled and leaned over to kiss me and then stood up, pulling on her clothes. She squatted down and gave my face a gentle stroke before getting up and tracing her steps back the way we came. I lay there naked until the moon was nearly straight overhead and then pulled my shorts on and headed back to the bunk house before stripping them off and flopping down on my bunk. TARDY GUIDE. "Mike. Mike. Wake up!" a female voice said, invading my dream and dragging me from a deep sleep back to a reality. "Come on Mike!" "Huh? What?" "It's me. Lynn!" the female voice said insistently, shaking me again. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, at least as much as I could at what felt like the middle of the night. "It's late. What are you doing here?" I asked groggily. "It's past six am," she said with a frown. "Come on Mike, we don't have much time here." I shook my head again and looked around the room as my eyes started to focus and my brain began functioning again. I looked from Lynn, standing by my bunk wearing her normal trek gear, shorts, synthetic tank top and her flop hat, to my own attire, which was missing completely, my cock hard with my typical morning woody. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it across myself. "Damn Lynn. I'm naked!" "So? I'll let you see me naked sometime. Now will you listen to me?" "Yeah. Sure," I said, sitting up on my bunk. "That little bug I got decided to move from my stomach a little farther south. I can't go and if Jack finds out he'll cancel the trip and I can't afford to lose the trip. I won't get paid." "Yeah. So what do you want me to do? Talk to Jack or something?" "No! I want you to take the group and I'll take yours tomorrow. By the time they leave in two days I should be well enough to go." "Wait. You want me to take that group of women? Jack won't approve that." "I know. That's why we won't tell him until you're gone." "He isn't going to be happy!" "He isn't here. He had to go to town for some supplies and won't be back until this afternoon. We can just say he wasn't here to ask." "Yeah, but we know what he'd say." "I know. Oh come on Mike. I already talked to the ladies. They said they don't mind, and I really can't afford to lose another trek." "Okay. Okay. Let me get dressed and some breakfast," I said as I started to climb out of my bunk and then stopped, my bare cock still covered by the sheet. "A little privacy?" I could see Lynn roll her eyes in the dimly lit bunkhouse. "Good lord. It's not like I didn't see you naked five minutes ago," she said with a frown, crossing her arms across her chest. After a few seconds she shook her head, uncrossed her arms and turned to walk away. "Fine. I'll meet you out at the landing in fifteen minutes." Fifteen minutes wasn't a lot of time. I slipped off my bunk and dug into my gear stowed below my bunk, quickly pulling on a pair of the tiny synthetic men's bikini briefs I wear on treks. Over that I pulled on a pair of synthetic zip-off leg pants and a synthetic t-shirt. I pulled on my wet shoes and then stuffed the gear into my pack I'd need for a five-day trip, including my ground pad and compact sleeping bag. The last thing I grabbed was my one-man tent before swinging my pack onto my shoulder. I walked to the dining hall, grabbed some scrambled eggs and sausage, piled it onto a slice of bread and wolfed it down as I walk

Tempting the Boundaries: Part 1

TEMPTING THE BOUNDARIES: PART 1 GUIDING A GROUP OF HORNY WOMEN ISN'T EASY. BASED ON A POST BY M STORYMAN X. [https://www.literotica.com/authors/m storyman x/works/stories] LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries1.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries1.jpg] CANADIAN BORDER LAKES. This is the way to spend the summer. Not that teaching college courses is a bad thing, but dealing with two hundred needy children is tiring. Yeah, they might be twenty-ish, but they still act like little kids. I have to be checking e-mail every hour, answering dozens of questions every day, dealing with little Johnny or Susie who hasn't learned to be personally responsible yet and wants to be hand held. Very tiring. So by my own choice I get as far away as I possibly can. It's actually surprising just how far away from technology you can actually get. Along the northern U.S. Border, in the arrowhead region of Minnesota, there's a massive national forest reserve for wilderness boating and camping. Boundary Waters Canoe Area is a unique opportunity to go back to the days of French fur traders from the Hudson Bay company, and Ojibwa tribal inhabitants. Canada matched the commitment with Quetico Park, on the north side of the Rainy River in Ontario. Access is limited and permits are required. But while you're there, it's just as it was 1000 years ago. No motor boats. No cell towers or street lights. Not even a road or ranger tower in sight. Just rocky shores separating hundreds of lakes. Lakes carved out by massive prehistoric glaciers, during a cataclysmic reset of the continent. From the middle of May to the middle of August you can find me up here, the northern boundary waters. Humping gear and canoes from lake to lake, guiding groups of wanna be outdoorsmen across the quiet lakes. A little fishing on the side, lying around quiet pine woods campsites, no cell phone, no computers, no technology other than one emergency radio and my GPS. Yep, this was definitely the way to get away from it all. I did it the first year after my divorce, just to get a change of scenery, and loved it so much that I came back, and back and well, this is my fifth year. My wife and I just weren't seeing eye to eye on anything anymore and we finally had enough. The quiet and solitude was exactly what I needed to get my head back into a positive view of life after so damn much negativity. For a fifty year old I'm lean, strong, well-tanned, and feel pretty damn good about my own self-image. A far cry from that first year where I struggled until I actually got in shape. Now I don't feel self-conscious walking around without a shirt on and can smile to myself when I catch some of the female campers checking me out instead of the twenty somethings that I worked alongside. I'm also one of Jack's favorite and most experienced guides. He knows that once he turns a group over to me he can forget all about them. It's the guide's job to help them plan the route, wrangle the food stores and meal menus, get their gear assigned and checked out and oh yeah, make sure they don't die or do anything too stupid out on the water. If you haven't been in the boundary waters before you are required to take a guide, hence me! It doesn't pay great, but that's not what I'm here for. I do this because it helps me unwind and gets me away from it all, literally. Other than one bill I have to pay online from the lodge once a month, all my bills are auto paid, my house is watched by a friend's daughter who lives there while she's home from college. It's a perfect arrangement. Unfortunately next year I'm going to have to find someone else. This will be the last summer for Mandy, though her sister might be interested next year. "Mike?" I heard from the doorway as I lay on my bunk reading a book. "Yeah Jack?" I asked the owner of the outfitter. "Lynn was supposed to work with this group that came in last night but she's down with some kind of stomach bug. Would you mind doing the pre-plan with them?" "Yeah, if you want. Lynn okay?" "She thinks it's just a twenty four hour bug. I'm hoping she'll be back up tomorrow." "I can take the group if she's not," I said with a shrug. "I'm not due to go out for another two days, she can take my group." "You may not want to offer that, but I'll keep it in mind." "Why not. Something special about this group?" I asked as I pushed off the bunk and pulled on my hiking boots. "You know me Mike. I won't send a guy out with an all-female group. It's just a recipe for trouble." "Oh. Didn't know it was an all-girl group. What about Tracy?" "She's still out. Not due in until tomorrow night." "Oh. Well. I'll do the pre-plan then," I said with a shrug. "Lynn will probably be better tomorrow." "I hope so. I'd hate to cancel the trip," Jack said as he turned and walked away from the door of the bunk room. Jack was a pretty good guy. A bit old fashioned at times, but he did a good job of looking out for his people. One time he had a group of all women complain that the young male guide couldn't keep his hands or eyes to himself, so he made a new rule. No more young single guys with all female groups. Unfortunately the vast majority of the guides were single young guys. I walked to the office a few steps behind Jack, stepping into the large rustic room a few moments after him. "Ladies. This is Mike. He'll be helping you with the pre-plan for your trip and get your gear all worked out." I looked at the group and quickly reminded myself why he had made such a rule. The group was seven women, ranging from what I guessed was mid-forties to late twenties. The older women wore shorts and t-shirts, but the younger ladies wore bikini tops or halter style tops above their tight looking shorts. Yeah, a single young guy would have a hard time keeping his eyes and hands to himself. "Hi. I'm Jill," what I thought was the oldest of the group said, stepping forward and holding her hand out. She was maybe five and a half feet tall, with a trim, but not petite body and plenty of curves in all the right places. Her short brown hair framed her face and her soft blue-green eyes pleasantly. I reached out and took her hand, giving it a firm but short handshake. "This is Tiffany," she said, motioning to a slightly younger woman, maybe forty at most, long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, very bright green eyes that seemed to smile almost as much as her lips. She was slightly taller than Jill, though a little thinner, with what I'd guess were a pair of C or D cup tits trying to peek out of a tight halter top. Her shorts were almost painted on her curvy hips and I doubted they were long enough to cover all of her ass, though I couldn't tell the way she was standing. "Beth," she said, motioning to a twenty something year old young lady that could easily have been my own daughter. She was petite with short cropped blond hair with longer bangs that seemed to want to stretch down into her blue eyes. She had on an orange bikini top that barely covered the front of her easily C cup tits, her nipples poking the tiny orange triangles prominently. Her shorts were micro short and unsnapped in front, making me wonder how they didn't just slide down off her body. With the zipper and snap undone, the V of tanned skin that was exposed extended down nearly to her mound. Her slender legs were shapely and I suspected from the look of her thighs that she was once an athlete of some kind. "Sherrie," she said waving her hand toward a tall, easily six-foot black woman who was maybe in her mid-thirties. She wore a t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts but there was no doubt that she was built in all the right places. "Kim," she said as a very petite little Asian woman stepped toward me with her hand out. Her jet black hair a striking contrast to her creamy white skin. Her brown eyes seemed to glisten as she grinned and took my hand, holding it more than shaking it. "Donna," she said motioning to another thirty-something woman nearly her own height, the heaviest set of the group with a pair of huge tits cradled in a spandex workout top. While she was larger framed, I was surprised that the tight spandex pants didn't really make her look fat, but well-proportioned with her huge chest. She smiled almost shyly, as she pushed an errant lock of her shoulder length brown hair out of her face, hooking it over her frequently pierced ear. "And the baby of the group, Tina," she said, motioning to a tall thin young woman that had to be middle twenties at most. She had a small chest covered by a red and white striped bikini top and I suspected didn't have much hair anywhere on her body, based on the smallness of the bikini bottom. She had curly dishwater blond hair and soft blue eyes that made you want to look for more. "Good to meet you all," I answered as I looked the group over. "So, you going to be our guide?" Kim asked quietly. "No. Actually your guide is down sick right now, so I'm going to help you plan the trip, get your gear assigned, that kind of thing." "Awe. I was hoping," Kim said with a frown. "Well, the boss doesn't like to send single male guides out with an all-female group. Just bad for business." "Does that mean you're a single male guide?" Sherrie asked from the second row of the women." "Yes ma'am. It does. Which is why Lynn will be your guide when you leave tomorrow." "Well, that makes it even more disappointing that you're not going to be our guide then." "Oh, trust me. You'll have a much better trip with Lynn than with me," I told them. "Now, if you wanna follow me, we'll go to the map room and start planning your trip," I added as I turned and headed out of the office into the cool morning breeze. "Why would we have a better trip with Lynn?" Kim asked, catching up to walk next to me. "Well, let's just say that you can be more relaxed if you don't have a man in the camp." "Oh? And why would having a man in the camp keep us from being more relaxed?" I looked down at her as we walked across the gravel path toward the gear shed, her eyes smiling as much as the devilish little grin on her lips. "So how many of you are married?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Oh. Only Donna. Why? Is it important?" "Nope. Just curious. I mean if you're going to insinuate that having a single guy around wouldn't stop you from relaxing..." "Trust me. I doubt that having a single or married guy around would stop us from relaxing," Beth said from behind us. "It wouldn't be the first time a guy has seen any of us half or all the way undressed." I shook my head and thought that it was a good thing Lynn was going with this group. We spent the next few hours in the planning room, working their route out on the map. Now not all lakes are created equal. Besides those on the Canadian side and those on the US side having different camping restrictions, some lakes are on loops, where you go from lake to lake, putting in on one end and taking out on the other, eventually ending up on Moose Lake again to head back home. Others lead to dead ends where you have to double back. Personally I like these best because they see less traffic. The ladies specifically wanted a lake that was secluded for their third day out, planning a two-day trip out, third day just hanging around camp and then two days back. We selected a quiet little lake with an island camp site that I was pretty sure would be open. In July there is so much traffic on the lakes, compared to May or August, and the camp sites are first come, so sometimes you can't get the one you plan. In this case the lake they planned on spending their third day on should be sparsely used, if at all. The last two times I'd been on this lake we were the only group on it at all and it had a really nice quiet island campsite. With the route decided we went on to planning meals, giving them the usual lecture on what they can and can't do out on the water, and then I took them to the dining hall for lunch. After we ate we went to the gear shed where they checked out their three canoes, gear packs and cook box while I loaded their food into a tote pack. With all their gear checked out, we hauled it in several trips to the little round hut that they spent the night in, taking the canoes down by the lakeside. "Okay ladies. Now. These big packs are to hold your gear. You have to get three peoples' gear in one of these. That means clothes, sleeping pad and sleeping bag and one of the tents. With eight of you, including Lynn, you will need to also get four tents into the three packs." "In there? How are we supposed to do that?" "Travel light. Everything you take has to get hauled over those portages. So the more you take the more you haul." "Well, how much do you take?" "All my gear for the five days will be in a small backpack. Two changes of socks and underwear, one spare pair of pants, two shirts, rains suit and wind suit, camp shoes and my toiletries kit." "Seriously? We only take two pair of underwear?" "Well, three, if you count the ones you're wearing. You can wash them at camp. If you really have to, you can take more, but you have to carry it." "Well, I'm not going with only two pair of panties," Tiffany said with a frown. "You can use my allowance. I'm not planning on wearing any!" Sherrie said with a grin. "Yeah, that sounds about right," Beth said with a grin. "Bare bottomed and bare chested?" "If I can!" Sherrie laughed back. "Okay, okay. Now. You need to get your clothes packed and I'll be outside. When you get done I'll show you how we portage," I said, shaking my head as I walked out of the little round hut. "Good lord," I said to myself as I stepped down the stairs and walked to a tree. It took them almost half an hour before they made their way out of the little hut dragging the three big packs behind them. "So all packed?" "We think so," Donna said as she stepped down. "Alright. So, who's going to carry the packs?" "Huh?" "Someone has to carry 'em. There are eight of us. That means that one of you carries the food pack, one the cook box. I can carry my pack and one canoe, which leaves three of you to carry packs and two of you to each carry a canoe." "I don't think I can carry one of these," Kim said, trying to heft one of the packs. "The canoes weigh just over fifty pounds, plus you have two paddles per canoe. I recommend that the pack carriers use the paddles as walking sticks and the canoe carriers take the canoes and life jackets." "I'm not sure I can do that either," Kim said frowning. "Well, there's the cook box and the food box. The food box gets lighter every day, the cook box weighs about forty five pounds." "I'll take that!" Kim said. "Okay. So. Who's next" "I'll take a pack," Sherrie said, stepping over to one of the big gray packs. "There's an easy way and a hard way to do this," I said, as I got up. "I got this!" she said, picking the pack up by one strap and swinging it, sticking her arm through the other shoulder strap as it swung around her body. She clearly misjudged the weight of the pack, the other strap grabbing her shoulder and twisting her body around in a circle uncontrollably. Within moments she was lying on the ground on her back, the pack holding her like a stranded turtle, Tiffany lying on the ground under her. "That would be the hard way," I said with a chuckle as I stepped over to them. I pulled the strap of the pack loose from her arm and helped her up before extending a hand down to Tiffany. I did my best to not stare at the tit that had become exposed as her blue and white polka-dot halter top was displaced in the collision. "Oops," she said bashfully, quickly twisting her top back in place and covering her large pink areola and obviously hard nipple. "So there's an easy way?" Jill asked with a grin. "Yeah, there is," I answered, trying not to look back at Tiffany. I rolled the pack on the ground so the top faced my feet, the straps lying to the sides. I leaned over, reached for the sides of the pack, my wrists sticking through the straps as I grabbed the pack sides. With a grunt I pulled the pack off the ground, tossed it up and took a half step forward, the pack rolling in the air just above my head and sliding down my back, the shoulder straps sliding easily down my arms and settling on my shoulders. My body sagged for a moment as it accepted the weight of the pack and then I bounced it, pulling the straps tight as it was weightless behind me. "Just like that," I said as I turned for all of them to see. "So who wants to try the easy way?" "I'll try that way," Sherrie said with an embarrassed grin. "Guess it was heavier than I expected." "Not a problem," I said as I loosened the straps and let it slid off my back to the ground. I stepped away and watched her repeat my motions, getting the pack settled on her back on the first try. "That was a bit easier." "Okay. who's next?" "I can do that," Tina said quickly. I looked at her a little dubiously, the pack weighing almost half of what she did. She walked up confidently to the second pack, twisted it around, her ass sticking out at me as she bent over, and prepared to toss it over her head. "UP," she grunted, hoisting the bag into the air and trying to guide it over her head. The heavy pack cleared her head and settled on her back, the straps hitting her shoulders when the pack was nearly half way down her back. In moments she was backpedaling, the pack toppling her backwards toward me. I moved as quickly as I could both trying to get out of the way and catch her at the same time. I managed to grab the pack as it came at me, twisting her around in the process until we both ended up on the ground, her suddenly bare chest smashed into my face, one nipple practically in my mouth as she lay on top of me, my cock pressing against her body and the pack smashing her down on me. "Okay, so that didn't go as planned," she said as she tried to push herself up off of me, pulling her soft little tit out of my face but leaving both of them exposed right in front of me. Her little bikini top hung by one strap, most of the way off of her, as she struggled to push herself up off of me. "Oh Fuck!" I grunted as she accidentally jammed her knee between my legs. "Oh No! I'm sorry!" she cried, trying to roll herself off of me as I doubled up in pain. "Oh god," I groaned as I lay on the ground in a fetal posi

His Desired Girl: Part 3

HIS DESIRED GIRL: PART 3 FINDING AN IDEAL EMILY? BASED ON A POST BY DOCAUTOMATA [https://www.literotica.com/authors/DocAutomata/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HisDesiredGirl3.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HisDesiredGirl3.jpg] "How; how big am I gonna get?" she asked, trying and failing to hide her arousal. Jessica smiled. "Why don't we ask Jacob?" she said, turning to the doorway. He couldn't do it. "I said, why don't we ask Jacob?" He couldn't go in there. He could taste Emily's essence in the air. There was no way for him to hide his erection, and he had no chance of calming himself down until he was away from her. It took all of his concentration just to keep himself from cumming in his pants. "Oh, come out here, you big baby." Before he knew what was happening, he was gripped by the arm and pulled bodily into the bathroom. "Jacob?!" Emily yelped. Luckily he managed to close his eyes before catching a glimpse of her. The taste had become stronger, and he could feel his arousal increasing. He didn't know what he would do if he saw her now, and he didn't want to risk anything. After a couple failed efforts, he managed to croak out weak "Hey." "; Are you okay?" she asked. "I; " His cock twitched involuntarily, and he turned away in embarrassment. There was no way she didn't see that. "He's like that," Mrs. Tenner said in a lecturing tone, "because your sexual fluids give off a strong pheromone that specifically targets your partner." "What?!" "They also act as an extremely potent aphrodisiac when ingested, with the added affect of increasing your partner's sexual stamina, virility," she paused, smirking, "and endowment." Well, that explained quite a few things. He heard Emily's breathing quicken. "B-by endowment, you mean; " "It makes his cock and balls grow." "Oh!" Emily moaned. It was too much. After hearing that breathtaking sound, Jacob's eyes opened against his will, and he was left reeling at the sight in front of him. She was a goddess. Her tits were massive, perfectly shaped teardrops that jiggled hypnotically with her every movement. They were just as wide as her expansive hips, obscuring her entire torso, including her upper arms. Two dark stains covered the front of the bathrobe that she was wearing, and he could clearly see the protrusion of her nipples. She was huge; but if she was growing to match his deepest fantasy, then- I'm a freak. "I'm sorry." He turned away, quietly noting with shame that he hadn't even looked at her face. "It's my fault you're like this. I should leave before it gets any worse." "No! Please don't go!" Emily said, grabbing his hand. She emitted a small, pleasured gasp when her hand met his, and it was all he could do to keep himself from turning around and; and; "It's not just that, Emily!" His breathing quickened. "I want; I want to;" "What do you want to do, Jacob?" Mrs. Tenner asked, not unkindly. This was it. Maybe this would scare her off of him, like he deserved. He turned back to the angel holding his hand and made sure to look her square in the eyes. "I want to fuck you, Emily! I want to fuck you so hard you can't even think straight! I want to; I want to make your boobs so big that you can barely hold them up! I; Um!" Before he could finish, he suddenly found her tongue in his mouth and the incredible softness of her body pressing against his in a tight embrace. All thoughts of letting her go evaporated from his mind as he tasted the sweetness of her tongue. Her kiss was frantic, and he couldn't help but reciprocate, letting his own tongue dart around hers as he marveled at the softness of her thick, luscious lips. He brought his arms around her and held her even more tightly to his chest, and he could feel her milk surge as her tits squeezed against him. They had escaped from the confines of the bathrobe, and he could feel her nipples poking him as they soaked the front of his shirt. His hands traveled down her back until they were at her ass. He lifted what little of the bathrobe that actually covered her massive backside and roughly groped her. His hands sunk deeply into the soft flesh of her cheeks, their curves much too big to fit fully in his grip. He could feel them jiggle around his fingers with each desperate squeeze. Keeping his mouth to hers, he gently pushed her down onto the floor. He untied the belt from her bathrobe and pulled it fully open, letting him see her in all her glory. Her thong was still covering her pussy, so he ripped it off, snapping the strings easily. He pressed a finger to her lower lips while his thumb teased her clit. The nub was as big as a cherry, and it was obviously very sensitive. Emily writhed on the floor, her enormous tits swaying as milk sprayed in every direction. After a couple of seconds her body tensed in orgasm. She laid there twitching for a full minute before relaxing. While Emily's breathing slowed, he brought the hand he was pleasuring her with to his mouth, once again savoring the sweet taste of her juices. He swallowed and felt a familiar tingle in his crotch. He pulled down his pants and watched in awe as his phallus slowly grew with each passing second while his balls ballooned at an even faster pace. When the tingling finally ceased, his cock was around nine inches long, while his testicles were the size of tennis balls. "Jacob." He looked down to find Emily staring up at him. She was squeezing her tits, sending arcs of milk into the air. "I need your cock, Jacob." Her right hand abandoned her tit and snaked its way down to her pussy, her fingers spreading herself open in invitation. "Please." He quickly took off his shirt and got on his knees, pressing the head of his cock to Emily's dripping sex. "I'll just; Hmm! let you two have your alone time." Both Jacob and Emily turned their heads to see Jessica Tenner calmly leaning against the wall. The muscled woman casually pulled her hand from under her skirt and left the bathroom; winking at them before closing the door. "I need your cock, Michael! Please!" they heard her laugh from behind the door. Emily blushed at her mother's interruption, and she saw that Jacob was doing the same. They had been so caught up in each other that they forgot she was even there. "My family's crazy, isn't it?" she asked. Jacob gulped, lifting his cock and letting it slide onto Emily's belly. It twitched, and she could feel a bit of precum ooze onto her. "Yeah, but I'm not complaining," he replied. He was visibly trying to calm himself down, but it didn't look like it was working. He moved his hand over her left tit, his palm hovering over her nipple. Smiling at him, she hefted her tit upward, pressing it into his hand. She let out a soft moan as he gripped tightly, milk spurting between his fingers. "Is this really okay?" He asked, panting. "I was being serious when I said how big you were going to get." "And I want it!" Emily said. "I want to grow for you! I can feel it. My tits getting bigger and bigger; heavier and heavier with milk. It feels amazing!" She squeezed her right tit, noticing that she could now only barely reach her nipple. "It's starting to get harder to milk myself, though." She smiled at him. "That'll have to be your job from now on. Milking me." She stopped squeezing and lifted her other tit toward him. He grabbed onto it and squeezed both her nipples at the same time, making her sigh in pleasure. She reached both arms under her tits and fondled his cock. He let out a loud groan, and whatever he was doing to hold himself back failed completely. He lunged at her tit, his mouth latching onto her nipple. She felt a tight pull on her teat, and her milk began to flow more than ever. As he suckled her tit, she felt his cock pulse in her hands. It wasn't just her juices that made him grow! His manhood was lengthening by a few millimeters with each swallow of milk. "Stop!" she said, gently pushing him away from her tit. He blinked. "Shit! I'm sorry! It tasted so good, and you're so fucking sexy, and I just;" She pulled him into a short kiss. "It's okay," she whispered as their lips parted. "I just want you inside me while I'm being milked." She firmly stroked his cock. "I'm not the only one getting bigger today, after all." He smiled and spread open her thighs. Once again, he pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. She closed her eyes as he entered her, savoring the sensations of a real penis. She couldn't believe how much better it felt compared to her toys. When Jacob's pelvis met hers, he had gone completely still, save for the repeated twitching of his cock inside of her. Opening her eyes, Emily began giggling at the look of pure concentration on Jacob's face. "Fuck!" he said, his lips curling upwards into a strained smile. "Stop laughing. I'm gonna;" He gave a low grunt as his body tensed, but before Emily could fully appreciate his O face, her own orgasm exploded into existence, taking her completely by surprise. Letting out a short, pleasured squeal, she felt her pussy tighten around his cock just before his cum exploded into her. She felt an intense, pleasurable warmth in her tits, and for a split second they visibly expanded outward, jiggling at the force of the growth. Her pussy loosened and constricted in perfect sync with Jacob's spasms, and with each load of cum her tits expanded just a tiny bit more. Her orgasm faded just after Jacob's, her insides squeezing him one last time for any leftover cum. She looked up and saw him staring at nothing. "Holy shit," he panted. "Succubi are amazing." "I know right?! I'm even bigger now!" "That's not what I was; oh." He looked down at her, wide-eyed, and ran his hands over her tits, teasing her leaking nipples. "You didn't notice?" Emily asked. "Your cum was making them grow." She felt Jacob's still-erect cock twitch inside her. "I was a bit distracted," he said, blushing. "Well pay attention next time! But now it's your turn to get bigger. Let's switch!" "Whoa!" Jacob braced himself as he tumbled onto his back and Emily's full; and at this point, rather substantial; weight fell on top of him. While he checked for any signs of a concussion, Emily sat up into a cowgirl position. Even sitting up straight, her boobs were big enough to rest comfortably over his chest. She leaned down slightly, pushing her tits closer to his face until they completely filled his vision. Pushing one tit to the side, she teased his lips with a thick, dripping nipple. "Open wide." Eager to comply, he opened his mouth and began to suck on her nipple. With every mouthful of creamy nectar he gulped down, he felt his nethers tingle and slowly inch further into Emily's body. She was slowly getting tighter and tighter as her milk increased his girth, and he had to spread his legs to accommodate his rapidly growing balls. Emily pulled away her left tit and replaced it with her right. Realizing that she'd feel better if neither of her tits were being neglected, he grabbed the tit he had previously been nursing and milked it with his hand. Emily groaned and began to bounce on his cock, making her tits jiggle wildly on top of him while her plush ass continually slapped on his thighs. Jacob somehow held out for several minutes, even as Emily's pace quickened and her moans grew louder. He couldn't believe how high she was getting with each bounce without his cock slipping out of her. By this point his legs were completely spread, and he felt his balls resting on the ground beneath him. As he swallowed another mouthful of her milk, Emily fell down on his cock one final time and breathed out a long, high-pitched moan. Her pussy tightened hard on his cock, and he felt that impossible suction that had blown his mind the first time he came inside of her. He tried to hold on a little longer, but apparently Emily's body took offense to that and milked him even harder. He bucked his hips, and the moment he shot his first load into her, Emily screamed in euphoria. He felt the weight on his head suddenly increase as the nipple in his mouth gushed with so much milk that he couldn't possibly swallow it all, but even that wasn't enough to distract from what Emily was doing to his cock. Her insides were shivering so hard that it almost felt like they were vibrating! That, added with the intense contractions and suction, served to make him cum even harder. Each wave of pleasure seemed to last for a lifetime, crescendoing into a torrent of cum that Emily's body quickly absorbed. Her tits expanded in bursts, as if they were massive water balloons and each load of cum was like a short blast of water from a faucet, jiggling wildly with every surge of growth. He was eventually completely buried under them, and all he could see was the undersides of her expanding tits. He had no idea how long this went on for, and by the time their orgasms finally ended, Jacob was seeing stars. When he finally recovered; and separated the two enormous tits that were on top of him; he was met with a blissed-out Emily. She had gone completely limp, her eyes unfocused and her body twitching at random intervals while she repeatedly let out soft, broken mewling noises. "Emily?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face. "You okay?" She mumbled incoherently. "Huh?" She was slowly coming back, though she still looked a bit pleasure-drunk. "I think; I just had two orgasms at once," she said dazedly. "Somehow, I can believe that." They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath. "Think you can stand up?" Jacob asked, somewhat recovered. Emily smiled. "I think so." Jacob moaned as he felt her lift off of his cock. His face became buried in her chest as she leaned over him, and after a surprisingly long moment of stimulation, his phallus slipped out of her. He felt his cock become enveloped in her cleavage as she dragged her tits down his body, and as her soft skin slid down his thighs, his attention was immediately focused on the thing that was emerging from between her cleavage. "Uh; Emily?" "Yeah?" "How the hell did this thing fit inside you?" Jacob heard her gasp, though didn't see what kind of face she was making due to the massive, pulsing rod that was dominating his view. At this size, he wasn't even sure if 'hung like a horse' was a strong enough comparison. His cock looked to be over a foot and a half long! At its widest point, he could just barely wrap one hand around half of his shaft. His hands traveled downward and rested on his melon-sized balls. He could only imagine how difficult it was going to be to walk with those things swinging between his legs. He looked up to find Emily staring at him; or at least a certain part of him; in awe, and he couldn't help but do the same to her. Emily's tits were now his ideal size. Sitting as she was, they were big enough to rest fully onto the floor, each one the size of a large beach ball. Her plump areolas were the size of dinner plates, topped off with nipples as large as his fist. They were leaking heavily, and the sound of milk splashing on the floor dominated the relative silence of the bathroom. Jacob turned toward the door and saw that the puddle of milk was already soaking into the carpet in the next room. "We should, uh, probably do something about your milk before we start flooding the house." "What?" Emily followed his gaze. "Oh shit!" Emily tried to quickly get up, presumably to get some towels to clean up their mess, but her tits weren't even a foot off the ground before she pitched forward and fell on top of him. "Oof!" He gasped, feeling Emily's face press against the underside of his shaft. He could feel her warm breaths quickening as she laid there, and after a few still moments, he felt her tongue slide over his skin. "S-seriously, though, let's get you into the tub for now, at least." Emily jolted out of her trance. "R-right!" She was a bit more careful this time, slowly lifting herself off the floor. When she stood at full height, her tits hung all the way down to her knees. "This; huff; is gonna take some getting used to." She said it with a smile, but Jacob couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at what his desires had done to her. Even disregarding the balance issue, she surely wouldn't be able to lift those things for an extended period of time. Honestly, he was surprised that she could stand up at all. "Let me help you." Jacob stood, his cock bouncing up and down against his chest. He had to pull his massive balls out from between his legs; he'd rather not have to waddle. "Well, at least in some ways we're in the same boat," he said, walking up to her with his thighs pressed together. He blushed as his cock pushed into her cleavage. "There's no way I'm ever going to be able to hide this amount of equipment." "Fair point," she giggled, looking down at the pink dome poking out from the top off her tits. Jacob bent down and grabbed the bottom of Emily's tits, lifting them up as best he could. They awkwardly shimmied toward the huge, circular tub and carefully stepped into it. Needless to say, there was a fair amount of jiggling involved. Jacob lowered Emily's tits and stepped back; milk sloshing around his feet. "Were you; trying to fill the tub earlier?" "Yep!" A teasing smile graced her face. "Time to get back to it. Lay down." He silently complied, lying down in the spacious tub with his back propped against the sloped wall. Emily turned around, giving him a phenomenal view of her backside. After being so enamored with her tits, he had almost forgotten how breathtaking her enlarged ass and thighs were as well. He wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon, though, since she lowered herself into his lap, pressing her soft cheeks into his pelvis. A cornucopia of pleasurable sensations surrounded his penis as it slid between her thighs, up against her stomach, and finally into her cleavage. The tub was only barely wide enough to contain her massive tits. "Milk me." Jacob spread his arms wide and hugged her tits from behind, happy to oblige. Emily sighed happily as Jacob milked her. He had fallen into a soothing rhythm, firmly squeezing her tits together for several seconds at a time before letting off for a brief moment and squeezing again. Unfortunately, her size prevented him from reaching her nipples in their current position, but this method was nice nonetheless. She maneuvered her arms underneath her tits and grabbed his cock, giggling as she felt him twitch underneath her. The base of his shaft was pressed tightly against her pussy, and his balls were no doubt drenched in both her milk and her fluids. She looked down and frowned. The head of his cock poked out of her cleavage, but it was too low to comfortably bring to her mouth. Deciding on the obvious solution, she rubbed at her slit in order to thoroughly lubricate her fingers; only lingering on her big, sensitive clit for a few pleasurable seconds. She leaned her head back on Jacob's shoulder, and met his eyes. He was looking down at her with that wonderful look of; love, awe?; that she had quickly grown to adore. Satisfied with the wetness of her hand, she pulled it from underneath her tits and held it in front of his mouth. His cock twitched as he let out a little laugh. "In for a penny, huh?" He tilted his head forward, letting her fingers enter his mouth. He moaned the moment her wetness met his tongue, and

His Desired Girl: Part 2

HIS DESIRED GIRL: PART 2 IS JACOB TRANSFORMING EMILY? BASED ON A POST BY DOCAUTOMATA [https://www.literotica.com/authors/DocAutomata/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HisDesiredGirl2.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HisDesiredGirl2.jpg] Emily stood in the bathroom stall, frowning at the stain in the back of her skirt. She had already been getting wet from the furtive glances she had been receiving all day; Hannah's shocked expression in first period was particularly stimulating; but seeing Jacob just stare at her in obvious arousal had her absolutely drenched. This was easily the wettest she'd ever gotten in public. As it was, she might have to spend next period in the bathroom to wait for her skirt to dry out. Also, both to her dismay and excitement, she was growing again. It seemed to only be focused on her tits this time, and her bra was already starting to feel quite constricting. If she wasn't in public she would've been thrilled. The possibility of getting big enough to burst out of a 32L bra was awesome, but she didn't want it to happen while people were around. Okay, maybe a small part of her did want it to, but in the end her ego outmatched her id on this occasion. She wouldn't mind it happening in front of Jacob, though. He obviously had taken a liking to her new tits. Or had he? One minute he was staring at them, and the next he suddenly looked angry and turned away. He did the same thing when he looked at her ass, too. Did she go too far with the teasing? She honestly couldn't help herself when he was so obviously enraptured by her body. He had seemed to like what she was doing; until he didn't. Her phone vibrated in her bag. It was a text from Jacob. can you meet me behind the school? Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he would try asking her out again? Maybe he'd even; no, probably not, but a girl could hope. She texted him back saying she was coming. Just before she left the stall, though, she heard other people enter the bathroom. "I can't believe that little slut got a boob job," Hannah Burton said. "It had to be more than that. Didn't you see her ass?" replied her friend. Wasn't her name April or something? A third girl spoke up. "I'm telling you, she'd have to get, like, full-on plastic surgery to get that kind of body, and no one can heal from that in just one weekend. It was probably growth hormones or something." "If that kind of thing existed, then why would anyone get fake tits?" April(?) asked sarcastically. Hannah huffed. "Either way, it's fucking gross." "Yeah, I wouldn't mind having bigger boobs, but there's such a thing as too big." Hannah laughed. "And the stupid cow is flaunting it all around like she wants to suck every dick in the school. Fucking whore." Their conversation went on like that until they eventually left the bathroom. Emily looked down at herself. Is that what everyone thought? That she had gotten plastic surgery or took some kind of drug to get like this? It; it shouldn't have bothered her, but it did. She'd been getting so proud of her body; she didn't like the thought of anyone thinking it was fake. Was that why Jacob had gotten angry all of the sudden? That he thought she was fake? She suddenly wasn't feeling very confident about meeting him behind the school, but she had to go. It was the only way to find out how he felt about her. After the bell for third period rang, she left the bathroom. No one was in the hallways, but she held her bag behind her just in case. She went out the back exit of the school and saw Jacob in the distance. The sight of him sent another shiver through her womanhood, and to her surprise she felt a warm, tingling sensation around her nipples as well. That was new. He was facing away from her, leaning his side on the brick wall of the school, his heel bouncing rapidly on the ground. Emily walked up behind him, but he didn't seem to notice. "Hey." He flinched and started to turn around, but then he stopped himself. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you out here," he said. His shoulders were tense, and there was a quality to his tone that she couldn't quite place. He made to leave. "Wait!" Emily grabbed his hand, and they both froze. The moment her skin touched his, she felt the tingling in her nipples intensify and radiate throughout the entirety of her tits. She let out a little whine of pleasure as she felt her bra snap, the cups falling away slightly so that her nipples were exposed to the inside of her shirt. She felt something warm and wet trickle down the front of her boobs. Unaware of her situation, Jacob pulled his hand away and turned. "Emily, I; " He trailed off, staring wide-eyed at her tits. A hand was on her shoulder before she could say anything, pushing her back to the wall. Jacob pulled in close, his other arm slamming on the wall behind her. His chest was pressing against her tits, and she could feel his rapid, shallow breathing. Was he going to do it? She felt wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs. He was so close that she had to look up to see his face. She tilted her head, ready for him to take her, but seeing his expression immediately dampened her mood. Pure anguish. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't know what. "J-Jacob?" He pulled away from her as if she were on fire, and she thought she could see his eyes glistening before he turned away. "I," his voice wavered. "I need to go. I'm sorry." He quickly went back inside, and she had no idea what to do. What the fuck was wrong with him?! Jacob stalked down the hallways, wiping at his eyes as his horror transformed into self-directed rage. The moment he sent that text he knew it was the wrong decision. What was he going to say? "Hey Emily, I know you said you didn't want to go out with me last week, but now you're even hotter than before so can I fuck you?" Fucking idiot. When she held his hand, he began to think that maybe she would hear him out; that what he was going to ask her wasn't completely fucking stupid, but then he saw her and she was; She was beyond sexy, beyond beautiful; her angelic face and full, parted lips a picture of feminine pleasure, her tits exploding from the confines of her bra, her nipples forming giant tents in her shirt as they soaked the fabric in leaking breast milk, revealing beautifully large, pink areolas. There was no single word good enough to describe her. And then he fucking assaulted her! Fuck! He turned a corner and nearly crashed into someone coming from the opposite direction. "Watch where you're going, dumba; pifft!" It was Hannah. Of course. He was starting to think this day couldn't get any worse. He glared at her. "What?" She stifled her annoying laughter. "You happy to see me or something?" she asked, looking down at his groin. He felt heat rising to his face. He was still hard, and the bulge in his pants was clearly visible. "And what's going on with your shirt?" He shoved past her. "Fuck off. I'm not in the mood to deal with your bullshit." "Oh, I bet this is good," she said as he walked away. Ignoring her, he turned into the nearest bathroom. Seeing that it was empty, he entered a stall and freed his cock. He began pumping it, hoping he would calm down after a quick orgasm, but as he did he noticed something crazy. He was bigger. It looked like his penis had gained over an inch in length, and it felt quite a bit thicker in his grip. He grabbed his balls, and they felt much larger, each one about the size of a ping pong ball. He was hung like a porn star, which only served to increase his arousal. He continued pumping, getting used to using longer strokes than he was used to. With his gaze focused downward, he could see the large twin stains on his shirt from where he had pressed himself to Emily's tits. Feeling a mix of shame and undeniable lust, he pulled up his shirt, bringing one of the wet splotches to his face. He could tell that the smell was different from Emily's; other fluids. It seemed thicker, creamier. He stuffed some of the fabric into his mouth and sucked on it, wringing out as much milk as he could. His cock pulsed as a tiny bit of milk went down his throat. It tasted amazing, even with the acrid taste of his shirt threatening to overpower it. He could only imagine what it would taste like directly from the source. With that thought, he felt his body tense, building to climax. Realizing he forgot to get some toilet paper and that he wasn't in a good position to aim at the toilet, he cupped his hand in front of his penis before convulsing in pleasure. Wave after wave of cum erupted from his cock, each load blasting into his hand and dripping heavily into the toilet. His orgasm lasted twice a long as it usually did, and as it died down into small aftershocks, he marveled at the amount of cum he had produced. His hand was covered in the stuff, and that wasn't even the bulk of it! He glanced down at his improved equipment in awe, before groaning in realization. He was still hard as diamonds. Emily had her arms wrapped tight around her tits as she made her way through the halls to the student parking lot. The tingling sensation that had accompanied her sudden growth was; though dulled; still present, and she had a feeling that she knew what that meant. Breast-milk continued to leak from her nipples, soaking down her shirt in two wide streaks. She had hoped she could get to her car before anyone saw her, but her luck today was continuing to be terrible. "Ha! I knew I'd find you," Hannah said from behind her. Emily hunched over, holding herself tighter. "Go away." "Saw your boyfriend a second ago. He was pissed." Emily tried walking faster, but Hannah would not let up. "Holy shit, are your boobs even bigger? Fucking gross. At least I can tell Sydney that her hormone theory was;" Hannah had caught up to her and fell silent when she saw the front of Emily's tits. "Oh my god!" She stopped for a moment, shocked, but just as Emily passed her Hannah's lips twitched upward into a predatory grin. Emily ran. Whatever Hannah had to say, she didn't want to hear it. Luckily, the bully wasn't trying to follow her, apparently having gotten what she wanted out of her. She made it to her car and went home, leaking breast-milk the entire way. When she finally pulled into her driveway, she rushed out of the car and went to her parents' bathroom. She took off her shirt, shuddering as she peeled the wet fabric off of her skin. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, with even the slightest brush of her fingertips sending pleasurable shocks through her tits. They were so big; two basketball-sized orbs hanging down heavily to her belly-button. Despite their size, they looked perfect. They were round and perky, sagging just enough to form into two immaculate teardrops. Her nipples were huge; each one around two inches in both length and thickness with areolas that were over five inches wide. She squeezed her tits and quickly discovered how good it felt to be milked. Curious, she lifted her right tit to her mouth and suckled on her own nipple, nibbling on it as milk flooded into her mouth. It was thick, creamy, and delicious, and she couldn't help but want more. Only a few seconds of this was enough to send her into orgasm, and she felt her legs give out. She collapsed to her knees, letting her tit fall from her mouth with a long, pleasured moan. Her milk flow surged, with two large streams arcing from her nipples while dozens of tiny streamers sprayed from her areolas in every direction. As her orgasm faded, her flow reduced back to a slow, continuous leak. Her breathing was ragged as she returned to awareness. If she could just forget about everything else, then she would just want to keep getting bigger and bigger, but she couldn't get what Hannah said out of her head. "Gross". No one but a nympho like Emily could think that boobs this big were sexy. That look on Jacob's face; she didn't know what caused it, but it couldn't have been anything good. Did he think her boobs were gross, too? She lifted herself up, careful not to slip in her milk. Her tits were so heavy that they were starting to mess up her balance. She pulled a towel out of the bathroom closet and draped it over them so that more of her milk wouldn't drip onto the floor. She took some dildos out of her parents' room and brought them back into the bathroom, dropping them into their large whirlpool tub. She delicately stepped into it and laid down, pulling the towel from her tits and letting her milk flow freely. She grabbed a dildo and brought it to her pussy, gasping in pleasure as it entered her. She squeezed a hand around her nipple, pretending it was Jacob suckling at her teat. As much as she hated herself for it, there was only one thing that could distract her from her depressed thoughts, and she could really use a distraction right now. After the third orgasm, Jacob had figured that he wouldn't be able to calm down any time soon, so he left school early. After spending two hours locked in his bathroom, cumming who knows how many times, he was finally soft. He opened a window after wiping himself off. The smell of cum permeated the room, and he desperately hoped it would air out before his parents got home. Now that he wasn't consumed with lust, he could recognize how strange everything had been from the moment that Emily had walked into the classroom. His mind had been so addled that he never even questioned how she'd grown so much. Now, though, he realized how utterly bizarre it all was. He had a few theories about what was going on, but that could wait. Right now he needed to apologize to Emily for being such a sleaze. He picked up his phone and tried to call her, sighing as he only got her voicemail. Hanging up, he instead tried sending her a text. Hey Emily. I'm really, really sorry about how I acted today. Are you alright? It was a shitty apology, he knew, but he just couldn't bring himself to go into detail over how much of a jerk he had been. He hit send, hoping she would get back to him. He entered his room and locked the door before falling onto his bed. Looking down, he admired his new size. It looked big even while flaccid. He had measured himself the moment he got home, and at full erection he was sporting a hefty seven and a half inches, with two inch wide balls that apparently supplied an ungodly amount of sperm. It seemed whatever was affecting Emily was affecting him as well, though only in one aspect. He couldn't find anything different about himself other than his junk. Did Emily know why this was happening? Either way, they would have to talk about it. It was definitely going to be awkward as hell, but he couldn't just ignore this. Hopefully he would be prepared for when he saw her tomorrow. He couldn't afford to go crazy like he did today. Jacob gazed at the empty chair next to him. Emily had never replied to his text, and now she had skipped school. He was starting to get worried. He'd like to think that her parents had taken her to a doctor or something, but he couldn't shake the feeling that that wasn't the case. The bell rang, and Jacob absentmindedly left the classroom. As he made his way to his next class, he saw Hannah and her friends standing in the hallway, laughing about something. "It was hilarious. The dumb bimbo literally had to carry her boobs just to walk." Her friends laughed as Hannah hunched over and pretended to carry a heavy load against her chest. Jacob approached them and gave Hannah a glare. "Seriously, what is your problem?" he asked. "Oh, hey, it's the boyfriend." Hannah smirked and glanced at his crotch. "Aw, am I not doing it for you? Guess you only get off to cows." "Fuck you." He walked away. These idiots weren't worth his time. "How eloquent. Could you tell me something?" Hannah said, voice raised so everyone in the hall could hear her. Jacob took in a calming breath and just kept walking. "Were you mad because you knocked her up, or because someone else did?" He stopped, fist clenching as he turned around. The volume of the conversations around them noticeably dimmed. "What are you talking about?" "That's what you were pissed about yesterday, right? I mean, she's obviously pregnant." "I'm pretty sure she isn't," he replied, already regretting rising to her bait. "So how do you explain the milk leaking out of those ugly udders of hers?" "Even if she was pregnant, how is that any of your business?" He could tell that that was the wrong response, going by the way Hannah grinned in triumph. "So she is pregnant!" She turned to her friends. "Think the kid'll be fucked up from whatever drug she's using to blow herself up?" "Are you a fucking psychopath?" Jacob asked, seething. Several onlookers stared at Hannah as if they were wondering the same thing. Hannah simply sneered and walked away with her lackeys following behind her. Jacob left in the opposite direction, ignoring the murmur of quiet conversations that began to spread through the hall. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know if Emily was alright. He exited the school and went to his car while trying one more time to call Emily. She didn't answer, so he started looking up addresses for any nearby Tenner residences. She had told him that she lived in White Springs, one of the ritzier neighborhoods in the area, so he didn't have to look very hard to find an address that fit the bill. "Michael and Jessica Tenner" were most likely her parents. After a half hour drive, he made his way into the suburb, admiring how big all the houses were. When his GPS had indicated that he had arrived at his destination, he turned into the driveway of one of the mini-mansions. He looked in his rear-view mirror and saw that the red SUV that had been driving behind him for a while turned into the driveway as well. There was a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat. Emily's parents, probably. Well, this was awkward. They both parked, and when he exited his car, he was met with two stunning individuals, though one was much more stunning than the other. No wonder Emily was so hot. God, her mom was built. Luckily he was able to keep his ogling to a minimum. Hopefully they didn't notice, as they already didn't seem to be in a forgiving mood. The woman gave him a suspicious look. "Can we help you?" Jacob suddenly found his shoes to be utterly fascinating. "Uh, are you Emily Tenner's parents?" "We are," Mr. Tenner said. "I'm Jacob Housley; one of her friends from school. Is; Is she doing alright? She didn't come to school today and she won't answer her phone." Some of the tension in their stances eased, though not completely. "I'll go look for her," Mrs. Tenner said before swiftly making her way to the front door. Mr. Tenner watched her go and turned back toward Jacob with a halfhearted smile. "Sorry about that. We've been away from home and Emily hasn't been answering our calls since Sunday, so we're a bit worried." Jacob furrowed his brow. "How long have you been gone?" The worry on Mr. Tenner's face deepened. "We left Friday evening. Why, did something happen?" "Uh, well; " Emily stood in the bathtub, leaning over at a ninety degree angle, letting her watermelon-sized tits hang freely under her. She kept one hand on the side of the tub while the other milked her tits, alternating with every squeeze. She wanted to do both at the same time, but at this point her boobs were so heavy that she wouldn't have been able to keep her balance in this position. She couldn't believe she didn't think to try this sooner. She had spen

His Desired Girl: Part 1

HIS DESIRED GIRL: PART 1 AFTER JACOB ASKS HER OUT, EMILY'S BODY BEGINS TO CHANGE. BASED ON A POST BY DOCAUTOMATA [https://www.literotica.com/authors/DocAutomata/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HisDesiredGirl1.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/HisDesiredGirl1.jpg] After finding out how Jacob feels about her, Emily's body begins to change, and Jacob can't help but notice that her transformation is conforming to his deepest fantasies. "Ugh, lab reports suck," Emily said before slumping over onto the table. Jacob chuckled. "Can't argue with that." The two lab partners were sitting together in the school library, attempting to work on their AP biology homework, though at this point Emily wasn't above some idle distraction. "Did you read that manga comics I showed you?" Emily asked. "Yeah; it was really cute for a while, but I kinda fell off of it when the love interest started getting all moody and aggressive." Jacob shrugged. "Never really understood the appeal of those kinds of characters." Emily huffed in indignation. "You just don't get it. There's nothing more romantic than a good Kabedon dominance." Emily glanced up at Jacob, who had gone back to writing in his lab book. He had a smile on his face, which Emily couldn't help but mirror. This was nice; having a friend. From the very beginning of high school, Emily had just sort of sequestered herself into the background, not really interacting with anyone if she could help it. The throes of puberty certainly didn't help much, gracing her with terrible acne and not much else to compensate for it; just a couple of modest C cups and; well; her urges. When she learned that Jacob Housley was assigned as her lab partner in biology, she intended to keep up her usual routine with group assignments: do all of it, none of it, or trade it off every other assignment. It had served her well for so long, but Jacob wasn't having it. He insisted they work together, unilaterally deciding that every Friday they'd meet in the library and work on that week's lab assignment. It took a while, but bit by bit Emily opened up to her pushy lab partner, and found him to be a fun person to be around. She recently discovered that they shared an interest in manga and anime, and with that came the back and forth of recommendations as well as the subsequent discussions of shared enjoyment or scandalized disagreement. It was a bit sad to admit, but it had been the first time that she'd had any real fun with any of her classmates since she started high school, and she truly cherished it. "Hey, Emily?" Jacob asked. She lifted herself off the table and sat up, furrowing her brow at Jacob's nervous expression. "Yeah?" "Would you; maybe; want to go out?" Emily froze. Jacob; wanted to date her? Was that a thing that could happen? Her breathing quickened and she felt a tingle between her legs. Mentally groaning, she urged her stupid body to calm down and tried to formulate a response. Before she could, though, someone behind her laughed. "I think you confused her," said the sickeningly familiar voice. "Even pizza face knows that you'd have to be completely desperate to want to ask her out." Even though Emily really should've been immune to it by now, the insult stuck inside of her like a parasite. Sometimes she wanted to ask Hannah Burton if she was trying to be a Mean Girl stereotype, but she would always just freeze up at every opportunity; like right now, for instance. By the time Emily turned around, Hannah had already walked away; her stupid, perfect ass swinging from side to side as she left the library. "Fuck her," Jacob said, looking down at his feet. "Dammit. I should've said something, but I just;" "It's okay." "Anyway, um. Do you;"" "No. I'm sorry." "Oh." Emily could hear the disappointment in his voice. "It's not because of what she said, right?" he asked. "No." "'Cause I think you're awesome." A bit of red crept into his cheeks. "And pretty." "Thanks." Emily gathered her stuff and stood. "Hey," Jacob said, a tinge of panic in his voice, "we're still friends, right?" Emily turned to him, trying her best to fake a smile. "Yeah. See you on Monday?" "Sure; " Jacob relaxed a little, but worry was still plain on his face. "Sure. See ya Monday." Jacob zoned out as he watched Emily leave the library. He fucked up. He should've said something to Hannah; seriously, pizza face? but he'd been distracted by the stupidest fucking thing possible. The moment he had asked Emily out, he'd gotten inexplicably horny. He knew he was excited at the prospect of going out with her, but was he really that immature? Even after that horrible mood shift, he was still hard. God. He didn't believe for a second that Hannah's insult had nothing to do with Emily's answer. It might have still been "no", of course, but she probably wouldn't have been so torn up about it without the bitch's input. Over the course of getting to know Emily, Jacob had realized that she had a pretty big complex about her looks. He didn't really understand it; the only real point against her was the acne. Take that away and she'd be the prettiest girl in the school; beautiful, olive-toned skin; dark brown eyes he could stare into for hours; and full, luscious, unbearably kissable lips. Sure, she didn't have his ideal body type, but that only existed in the realm of fiction. If he judged girls based on that he'd be single forever. He took in a deep breath and sighed. There was still a bit of that smell from earlier lingering in the air. He had noticed it right before Hannah showed up, so it must've been her perfume or something. It; actually smelled really, really good. Like milk and honey, but way better. Not that he'd ever tell her that. Jacob packed away his stuff and left the library. Although he worried that it would drive them further apart, he decided he'd ask Emily out again if the opportunity presented itself and there weren't any idiots around to put her down. Hopefully it wouldn't be as much of a train wreck as his first attempt. Emily drove home on autopilot, barely paying attention to what she was doing in her depressed haze. Hannah was wrong. Jacob wasn't desperate, he was just a good person. He'd somehow found something to like in an ugly, anti-social girl who had initially wanted nothing to do with him. He might have even been telling the truth when he said she was pretty, though she honestly couldn't understand how he could've come to that conclusion. She knew he could do better than her. Jacob was fun and handsome, and while he wasn't exactly popular, he wasn't unpopular either. Once he got over her rejection, she was sure he could find a nice girlfriend who wasn't as ugly or boring as her. Besides, if they got together, he'd eventually learn about her; habits, and she wasn't really sure if she could handle that. He'd probably think she was a freak, and he'd probably be right to think it. She finally broke away from her self-loathing as she pulled into her driveway and saw her parents loading up the SUV. They were getting ready to leave for their "second honeymoon", whatever that meant. Probably "nonstop sex in a hotel room", if she had to guess. Her dad waved at her as she got out of the car. "Hey baby." "Hey," she replied. "Are you and Mama about to leave?" Her mom walked out of the garage lifting two heavy suitcases like it was nothing. "Can't wait to get rid of us, huh? We're almost ready. How was school?" "Fine," Emily lied. Her mom finished packing the car and wrapped her arm around her dad's waist. "You sure there won't be any house parties while we're gone?" her dad asked. "No, Daddy." Her mom smirked. "You don't have to lie to us, Emily." Emily rolled her eyes and once again wondered at two people in front of her. Michael and Jessica Tenner: the perfect couple in every conceivable way. They were both doctors who had met in medical school. Michael could easily be described as exceedingly handsome, even if he was a bit on the short side. Jessica, though, was extraordinary. People were always surprised when they found out she was an anesthesiologist, since their first guess would always be professional bodybuilder. She wasn't too bulky, but she was built enough that she wouldn't be able to hide it even if she wanted to; not that she did. Her muscles didn't detract from her bust either, her pectorals sporting two shapely G cup tits. Add to that her general drop-dead gorgeousness, and you started to wonder if Amazons were really a myth. Honestly, if it weren't for a few incidental facial similarities, Emily would've thought she was adopted. There was a period in middle school where she seemed to start bulking up, but it didn't last very long, and she just went back to her normal figure in a week. She remembered it really upsetting her dad for some reason. Jessica approached her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "We'll miss you, baby." "Yeah yeah," Emily replied, pulling away from her only to be hugged by Michael. "I'll miss you, too." They both got into the SUV, Jessica waving from the passenger seat. "Don't wreck the house too bad," she said as they drove away. Emily waved them off, eager to have the house to herself. Hopefully being able to go all out without having to worry about being heard would cheer her up. She entered the house and made a beeline up the stairs and into her parents' room. She found the key to their expansive walk-in closet in its usual hiding spot, and, like always, marveled at its contents. There was one thing above all else that made Emily certain that she was was her parents' daughter: her libido. She had been masturbating multiple times a day before she even knew what sex was. Then, one night in middle school, she found out what Michael and Jessica Tenner were "playing" every night in their bedroom. She had stared transfixed through the crack in the door, blown away at how something that big could fit inside of her Mama. That experience had actually led to a bit of confusion when she discovered pornography, since all the guys in it were so tiny. It wasn't until later on that she realized that her mother wasn't the only ridiculously endowed person in the family. It wasn't long after that event that she had figured out where her parents kept their "toys", which brought her back to the present moment. Behind a huge rack of clothes was a veritable shrine to sex. A huge assortment of items lined the walls and filled the shelves: lingerie, bondage gear, cock rings, anal beads, strap-ons; there was even a disassembled sex swing sitting in the corner of the room. What Emily was interested in, though, was the shelf filled entirely with neatly-arranged dildos. Figuring she had all weekend to work her way up to the more intense sizes, she decided to start small, picking up a green, eight-inch vibrator. After washing it in the bathroom sink, she stripped naked and went to her bedroom. She fell onto her bed and began teasing her clit. It never took her very long to get going, and in no time at all her juices were already overflowing and dripping onto the sheets. She brought the end of the vibrator to her slit, and this time she didn't imagine it belonging to some random porn actor, and instead pretended it belonged to Jacob. She imagined him laying over her, getting ready to penetrate her for the first time. He'd be gentle, slowly inserting his rod to make sure he didn't hurt her. She gradually pushed the vibrator into her pussy, inch by inch, until it was fully inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her hips twitching upwards at irregular intervals. Jacob would look deep into her eyes and ask her if she was okay. "Hmm. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Jacob." He'd begin thrusting, still taking care to not be too rough. Emily pumped the vibrator with one hand while fingering her clit with the other. "Harder, Jacob! Fuck me harder!" She quickened her pace, thrusting the toy in and out of her as she imagined Jacob moaning in her ear. Her pleasure built to a crescendo. "Cum inside me! Fill me up with your cum!" She came, her inner walls repeatedly clenching around the vibrator as she imagined Jacob pumping her with his sperm. She writhed in pleasure for nearly a full minute before relaxing, her breathing short and rapid in post-orgasmic bliss. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth, licking up her juices while pretending it was mixed with Jacob's cum. She went on like this for hours, cumming around twenty times before she lost count. Her body never seemed to tire when it came to sexual pleasure, though she never really thought much of it. After all, it wasn't uncommon for her to hear her parents going at it all day. She probably could've kept going all night, but she eventually decided it was time for bed and took a shower. After using the shower head to get in one more quick orgasm, she washed herself off and went to bed. She hugged her pillow as she tried to sleep, still feeling a bit down. A good masturbation session usually made her feel better, but this time there was a constant twinge of disappointment in the back of her mind. It was too bad that her imaginary partner would forever remain imaginary. When Emily woke up she felt; different, somehow. Confused, she brought her hands to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes; and immediately froze. Her heart began to race as she desperately tried to feel for something that miraculously seemed to be missing. Excitement building, she rushed to the master bathroom and gasped at the girl staring back at her through the mirror. Her face was completely unblemished, covered in perfectly clear, silky-smooth skin. She ran her fingers across her cheek in wonder. Looking down, she found the rest of her body in the same condition; absolutely perfect olive skin from head to toe. That wasn't all, though. She was curvier. A lot curvier. It seemed she had gotten wider in all of the right places; her hips and thighs were noticeably thicker, and her ass had plumped up quite a bit as well. She groped her tits, and they were definitely heavier, fuller; about the size of a pair of grapefruits. Even her nipples; which in the course of her examinations had become rock hard; had grown longer and thicker. Just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating or something, she went back to her room and tried putting on some of her clothes. She was pretty sure her panties felt tighter, but she got clear confirmation of her growth when she tried to pull on one of her pairs of jeans. The denim stretched tightly over her thighs, and she really had to struggle to get the waist of the jeans past her hips and ass. When she finally managed to pull them fully on, she felt like her entire lower body was caught in a vice. She didn't even bother trying to do up the button, dismissing it as a lost cause. Emily could feel wetness soaking into her panties as she picked out a bra with mounting excitement. She slipped both arms through the straps with practiced ease, letting the cups slip under the curve of her tits. That wonderful, unfamiliar tightness gripped her chest as she reached back and, with some difficulty, hooked on the back straps of the bra. She reached under each cup and adjusted herself as best she could, but there was only so much she could do. Her tits were absolutely squashed into the too-small undergarment, flesh bulging outwards over the top of the cups. After admiring herself for a bit longer, she slipped on a red v-neck that, like the rest of her outfit, felt tighter than before. By all rights she should've been terribly uncomfortable, but she was thrilled by the tightness hugging her body, as if she were about to burst out of her outfit at any second. She walked back into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She was; she was hot! Her hips flared out much wider than her waist, her ass was a perfect "apple bottom", with her cheeks jutting outward at a sharp angle from her waist and thighs, and her tits were skirting the border between "big" and "huge." To top it all off was her perfect, clear face. Though, now that she thought about it, was she always this; good looking? Frowning, she studied herself closer, feeling the contours of her face. She didn't think her facial structure had changed at all. Putting aside all the changes to the rest of her body, was clearing up her acne really all it took to make her feel so; pretty? Was that what Jacob saw in her? Her heart fluttered at the thought of him. Maybe he'd ask her out again when he saw how hot she had become. Maybe; maybe she felt good enough for him, now? ; Was that shallow of her? She shook her head. She could worry about that later. Right now she really needed to get off. It had been a long time since she felt this horny. She pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping sex. As much as she loved the feeling of her tight jeans, there was no way she was going to be able to fit a hand down there without taking them off. She cleared a space on the bathroom counter and climbed up, getting up close and personal with her own reflection. Standing on her knees, she leaned back and ran her fingers over her labia before attacking her clit. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through her, her nub seeming even more sensitive than usual. As she continued playing with it, she was starting to think that even it had gotten a bit bigger. First two, then three fingers inserted themselves into her eager pussy, pumping in and out of her as her thumb continued to rub at her clit. Deciding that she needed to get a feel for her new tits as well, she roughly pulled up her shirt and bra. Two big, beautiful tits slipped out from under her clothes, bouncing hypnotically as they escaped the confines of her top. With the hand she wasn't using to finger herself, she grabbed at a nipple. As her fingers pinched at the hard pink nub, she let out a surprised and ecstatic squeak. It was so sensitive! She had never felt anything like it before! She pulled her other hand away from her pussy and moaned as she pinched her other nipple. Reveling in the newfound sensations, she began groping and jiggling her new assets, all the while pulling and twisting roughly at her nipples. After only a few moments, her body rocked in orgasm, pleasure radiating out from her tits and suffusing itself throughout her entire body. She forced open her eyes and stared in awe at the curvy vixen in the mirror writhing in front of her. Her breathing shifted from helpless gasps to heavy panting as her orgasm ceased. She stared at her tits in amazement. She didn't even know it was possible to cum with her tits! These changes to her body just kept getting better and better! That thought brought her back to reality. What was going on with all of this, anyway? A late growth spurt? If so, then this had to have been the fastest growth spurt in history. She'd certainly never heard of anyone's tits going from a modest handful to the size of grapefruits in one night. Should she be worried? Looking back at her reflection, she decided to just roll with it for now. All of the changes were positive, and she felt amazing. She may as well enjoy it. Emily groggily opened her eyes, confused at her unfamiliar surroundings. Oh, that's right. She had spent the entire day masturbating, pretty much confining herself to her parents' bedroom so that she could have easy access to their toy collection. She had no idea how many times she came, but she had worked her way up to an impressive twelve-inch dildo before finally collapsing in exhaustion on her mom and dad's bed. Yawning, she got up and trudged to her room, making a mental note to clean the toys that were still s