Jim stared as all four breasts grew wider and wider, curving far beyond the sides of Sharon's body. Somehow they remained high, the deep tight cleavage rising and threatening to surge up to her throat, and yet the lower pair lolled down past her navel.
Amazed, Jim touched them, and was incredulous at how light and soft they were even at this sheer magnitude. Sharon was now effectively a great double bosom on legs, her arms rendered invisible.
"Whoa," Jim began to comment, "I -- HEY!"
Jim suddenly felt sucked forward, far into the superhumanly deep cloverleaf cleavage. His head was comfortably squashed between the upper breasts, while his arms shot out and were trapped in the horizontal cleavage between the two bosoms and his body was drawn into the main cleavage. Her new double bosom was actually wrapping itself around him, enveloping his upper body.
"Mmmph!" Jim commented. His field of vision was now dominated by a dusky view of her deep upper cleavage. His hands flailed, until finally he bent his elbows and rested his palms and probing fingers on the wonderful seductive plushness of her lower breasts. "Wow, this is -- Sharon? Sharon?" he murmured.
He heard Sharon chuckle as she stepped forward, and his own feet got dragged helplessly backwards. He tried to engage his legs, but somehow this sheer abundance of boob was destroying any power he had to resist her. He was vaguely aware of her backing him up against a couch and plunking him down on it.
Then Jim felt panicked as he felt a weird radical swelling at his crotch. He wondered if the power of the perfume was now having some residual effect on him, because the next thing he knew his jeans split open and his cock came telescoping out. He could also swear that he could begin to feel his balls knock against his thighs.
Sharon -- at least, he assumed that Sharon was still there, behind all that boob -- plunged herself over his new endowment and proceeded to ride him. Jim felt thrilled as she burst out in wild cackling orgasm within minutes. He did begin to worry a little, though, as she kept riding and riding, climaxing and climaxing, and the minutes kept ticking away -- and, for that matter, he didn't seem to be losing his hard-on.
Sun Mar 29 18:25:51 2009