Jim recognized the woman from some talk shows he'd seen her on a few years earlier. Her name was Lynn something or other, an investigative reporter. His head was still fuzzy from dreaming and he couldn't quite remember what her shows had been about, but he knew one thing for sure. Her immense EE tits were new equipment! And by the way they hung on her chest, giving in to gravity's pull but not sagging too much, he gauged that they must be real. How could that be, he thought? Adult women don't grow huge knockers - that only happened in BE stories!
He was mezmerized by her boobs and lay motionless facing her in the bed, afraid to wake her and have her run away screaming. He must have been staring too hard, because after a few moments of staring he could swear that her bosom was growing! Soon they had attained the size of volleyballs, with no signs of stopping. They inched slowly toward him, pushing their way across the space between their bodies. The more he stared, the faster they seemed to grow. Now they were larger than basketballs, and had started pushing against Jim's chest. As soon as her nipples made contact with his skin, they stiffened in an automatic response. The resulting sensation stirred Lynn from her sleep and she yawned and stretched, causing her mammoth mammaries to shake like jello-filled balloons. Upon feeling this, her eyes shot open immediately and she sat upright in the bed. This caused an incredible tit-quake that lasted for at least fifteen seconds.
Her hands went to her breasts in an attempt to stop their quivering, which had Jim's eyes riveted to them. "Stop that!!" she yelled at him as her hands sank into her gargantuan tits. "Close your eyes!" she shouted.
"Oh, sorry," he said, feeling some sympathy for her apparent modesty. He obliged and shut his eyes, after which he felt her get out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked in a disappointed tone.
"Nowhere. I just want to get my jacket on. I can't leave this damned thing off for very long." He heard an assortment of snaps and zippers. "Okay, you can open your eyes now."
She was now wearing a pair of g-string panties and a half-zipped black jacket with some sort of reflective lining inside. Its sides sported numerous fasteners, apparently to accommodate her incredible bust. Looking at him sternly, she
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