Jim watched carefully as something happened to the gathered women. One of them yelled "GINORMOUS!" -- and then that seemed to be the end of language right there, for they all started breathing funny, very hard and rapid, and within one minute they began -- grunting.
Grunts were usually ugly, but these grunts were fast and high-pitched. What immediately unnerved Jim was how all the girls automatically fell into unison. They were not merely grunting, they were damn near chanting.
The real giveaway was their eyes. As they all stared at his erection, their eyes very nearly popped free of their skulls. It was sexy, yet Jim found himself deeply concerned for their mental health.
Then he saw it: the slow yet distinct swelling of all their bosoms. As busty as they were, they were spontaneously becoming even bigger before his very eyes.
Jim figured that there might be something he hadn't accounted for. Perhaps a confined crowd of aroused women like this achieved a kind of critical mass of more than mere "rod-dar." Also, he wondered if too many too close together while too horny led them to slip into some primal pre-human hive mind. These chicks were looking -- and sounding -- as brain-dead as worker drones feeling biochemically impelled towards their queen bee.
It became one hell of a night. The latecomers waited patiently, but that didn't stop them from diddling themselves to climax, or even having what seemed to be "sympathetic" climaxes right along with Tina and then Stephanie. Jim's world became a sea of berserkly balloon-bosomed womanflesh, punctuated by grunting and gasping and inarticulate pleading. He resolved to try to fuck this gang into insensibility -- and, just as the night was turning purple with the arrival of dawn, he finally succeeded.
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