The name tag on the large bouncing mass of breast read "Carlota", the aging latino owner of them pushing a overfill cleaning cart. The woman's face was dark, as she relived her past glories and bemoaned her present situation.
Back in her home village she had been a rather plain if pretty girl, until puberty when her chest virtually exploded. Everyone was amazed that her mother could barely fill a bra, yet Carlota was all of 15 and sported G-cups. The boys could not but help oggle her, and the men lusted after her, and in short order she had become a woman. While tongues waged as Carlota began to earn expensive gifts thanks to the lust of men, she lusted after something else: Movie stardom in America.
Her chance came when a boy only a few years older than her promised that in return for her hand in marriage he'd take her to America. While there Carlota learned the real reason why he did it, he wanted to be the sole viewer of her charms. She felt it strange that he let her go to audtions, until she learned that the movie directors didn't have an interest in a 16 year old latino girl with oversize breasts.
The cries of her family that all she knew was life at home rang in her ears. And they had been right, life in the village had no prepared her for America. As her future dimmed, Carlota settled down to a normal life, giving her husband five pretty children and growing older and older.
Where before he virtually killed others that even glanced her way, Carlota's husband was now far to drunk to notice if any men looked in her general direction, but the years and her children had bourn down on her breasts and gentlemen callers were few and far between.
Now she was reduced to a cleaning job at her youngest daughter's high school, surrounded by constant reminders of femimine youth with large firm breasts, tight snatches and faces not marred by age. She sighed as she pushed the cleaning cart on. Suddenly she felt a tickling in her nose and she blinked. Had one of cleaning products sprung a leak? She shurged and walked on, until she realized that was pushing her cart past rooms she'd already cleaned only minutes before. She stopped, asked herself why she was going this way, but she couldn't figure out why, just she had to go this way.
Perhaps two more times Carlota stopped, realized she wasn't meant to be cleaning this direction, but still pressed on as if driven to follow some trail. As she reached the wing that contained the science classrooms, she began to hear a mixture of what sounded men and women engaged in sexual acts. Carlota felt her cheeks blush with the thought, and her steps felt more reserved, but still she continued on, pulling open the door of the Biology lab.
Inside she discovered was a strange plant that shook as if in a heavy breeze, two naked and stacked women engaged in a Lesbian tryst on the floor and nude teenage boy who appeared in pain and seemed to be cradling a green painted air cylinder between his legs. It slowly dawned on her it was something else, something that was meant to be there, just not of this size...
Carlota fell to her knees and crossed herself in reverence to the giant maleness. She felt herself moisten, not caring that she was at work and two other women were in the room. She slowly crawled forward on her knees to the boy, his face one of horror as she approached. "Please lady, don't come near me! Your in danger!" Danger, thought Carlota, the only danger was being taken away from this marvel. At any rate the boy shut up, his eyes rolling in the back of his head when she touched it.
Carlota's nostrils flared, as her body surged with increasing sexual need, all in reaction to this wonderous green skinned monster cock. She considered for an instant that giving birth to five children may have made her loose enough to take the monster inside, but Carlota wanted to do it as she had done in the old days, bringing her wonderously large breasts to bare against it.
She sighed as she undid the front clasp and her breasts slide down without the support. To have encountered this boy when they were in their firm prime... Carlota wrestled the monster into her cleavage, having to use her weight to fight against it's own quite sizable mass. She grabbed each breast, her fingers sinking into their flesh and pressed them inward in an effort to surround the boy's cock. Carlota gasped and then smiled, the boy was so large not even her breasts could envelop it.
The boy let out a moan at this full contact and Carlota cooed. "Don't worry little boy endowed so large. Carlota and her tits know how to treat you right!" The boy began to buck and his face became pained. "Please stop, stop before I cum, you have to!" Carlota was about to laugh in reaction to this impossible request, when she felt an intense virbration in the giant green shaft in her cleavage.
Carlota bent her head forward and opened her mouth wide, only to be struck with a stream of bright green liquid with the force of a fire hose. Her entire head of hair was plastered with it, along with her nasal passage and throat. Carlota laughed behind choking fits, the boy lying on his back seemingly spent. "Carlota still got it, still got it." She was about to reach for cock, to stroke the boy awake when she felt an almost stabbing pain in her nipples. The mere sight of the monster had made them hard, but now they felt like they wanted to tear off her body. She was about to touch them, when Carlota felt her breasts shift, almost if they moved from within. She stared eyes wide as they rose almost by magic, returning to their position high on her ribcage they held in her youth.
Carlota moaned as she felt pressure build in her breasts and a tightness in her skin like when she was pregant and her milk came in. She began to giggle as she realized her tits were returning to their prime, almost unaware that isn't where the process remained. She was so entralled that her prize ta-tas where still getting larger, Carlota didn't even notice as the ravages of age were undone, as was fat absorbed and skin pulled tight on a body that rapidly fell out of clothing meant for a larger woman. Despite the sexual joy she derived from the growth of her breasts, she barely noticed when her pussy mound inflated to the size of a football, or when her slit gaped open and almost swallowed the entire front of her old lady underpants into it's wet pink goodness.
A main of black hair cascaded down her back, marred only by an occasional twig or leaf, as she stood upright and let her work uniform fall away. Her hands were kneeding her breasts until she felt something else, a series of voices, female, and sense of belonging. *Welcome to the Sisterhood* This voice made her cum, and cum hard. Carlota slowly came back from this when she felt two pairs of hands begin to fondle and grope her body, and especially her breasts.
She cooed as her fellow sisters engaged with her, and she them. The trio were much to busy to notice the groaning form attached to the almost tree sized shaft begin to awaken...
Sat Jul 03 05:40:55 2004