I originally posted this elsewhere under a slightly different pen name. All characters over 18 yrs of age.
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
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Hillary had started to expand. Not quickly. But over the next several weeks she increased in size from thirty six inches to almost forty inches. What I found most intriguing was that while the tape showed a four inch increase her appearance did not really change that much. Her growth was accomplished across her whole chest. That is, she didn't suddenly jut outward, her entire breast mass increased. It was now evident in the increased swells starting just an inch or so below her collarbone and extending outward and then sliding gently back to meet her rib cage just below the bottom of her sternum. Because she was so tall, and since her breasts were so wide side to side and top to bottom, a four inch increase was not a huge, immediately noticeable shift in her appearance when she was clothed.
Indeed, when she went shopping for new bras she found that most of them were uncomfortable because they did not take into consideration the width of her boobs. Any underwire bras were particularly cruel, digging into her flesh and leaving ugly marks. Hillary was buying only soft demi bras or others that lacked the boning used to provide "uplift" and "shaping". The sales clerks termed her "unique" and considered finding Hillary good fitting bras to be a challenge.
And then her growth ground to a halt. For several weeks no change was seen despite her continued measurements and worry. Once again her mood turned surly and unhappy. And my pep talks seemed to fall on deaf ears. Hillary was not to be mollified or cajoled into a good mood no matter what I said. Her mood got to be so bad that we did not engage in sex for five weeks. It was the longest dry spell between us ever. I wasn't really seeing anyone else by this time and neither was Hillary (I hoped). We never spoke of it but I was thinking of her as my steady girl and I thought she felt the same way about me. I hoped.
On a Thursday I met her at the apartment. I wasn't spending much time at the frat house, mostly staying with Hillary. But the last several days I found it easier to sleep at the house. Hillary's mood was just plain pissy and I'd felt the need to get away for a while.
Once again the landlady's daughter was sitting on the front porch. And she didn't leave when I drove up! This was so unusual that I stopped and said, "Hello."
She started a bit as if not expecting me to say anything to her and then whispered "Hi."
If I hadn't been watching her I might not have heard her so soft was her response.
"My name's Richard," I offered. "How are you?"
"Okay." No increase in volume and she seemed unable to look at me. Her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at my face. Really shy!
"Have a good day." I told her as I started around to the side stairs up to the apartment.
"Okay." She replied almost as softly.
When Hillary came into the apartment a little later she seemed somewhat happier than the last several days.
"I've made progress," I told her. "The landlord's daughter didn't run away when I was walking up the sidewalk and I said hello to her. And she said hello right back! We had a real conversation! I think she said three words total! I must have made a real impression on her!"
"I made a real impression today, too!" Hillary said. "A bunch of construction workers whistled at me when I was walking home from class! It's only four inches but they seemed to like the increase!" She motioned to her chest. Clad in only a black halter top that bared her nicely muscled stomach and shorts that displayed her legs in their full glory, Hillary was looking really hot today!
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well, you know that new office building that's going up downtown? I was walking by there about noon when the workers were on break and about ten of them were up on the second floor and they started to whistle and holler at me as I walked by! I think it's the first time that a group like that has paid any attention to me. I was flattered. It made me feel proud that they were noticing me! One of them kept yelling "Legs, legs, legs and another one one yelled 'Nice buns, honey!'
"I knew that they were talking about me as I walked away. I could feel their eyes on my butt all the way to the end of the block. I suppose I should have been upset, but I just felt a nice glow inside."
As I watched her I could see the pride in her smile. I also noticed that her pendant was shining.
"Look at that crystal," I said. "It seems to be shinier than I remember."
Yeah, it looks really pretty doesn't it? Well, I gotta change. It's so hot I sweated up a storm on the walk home."
Hillary slipped into the bedroom and I headed for the kitchen to get a soda.
Three or four minutes later the shower stopped and I heard Hillary rustling around in the bedroom.
"Rich! Come here!"
"What's wrong?" I asked in response to the note of urgency I heard in Hillary's voice.
"Oh, just another inch or so! Look, I'm filling this bra better than ever before! I've got to measure myself to be sure!"
Hillary let the bra slide unheeded to the floor as she took up the tape measure from the bureau top and wrapped it around her chest across her nipples.
"Yup, fourty-one! I'm back on track! Happy, happy day! Look, Richard, Fourty-one!" She was entering the new numbers in the log book as she spoke.
"Seems your nipples are all puffy," I observed. "See?" I prodded at one with my forefinger.
"Oh, that's tender!" Hillary protested. She cupped her hands protectively over her nipples. "They are sensitive! Oh, that feels strange!" she continued as she gently squeezed herself. We were both watching her hands as she continued to caress herself gently.
"Want me to help?" I offered. "Let me lick them for you and kiss 'em and make 'em feel all better!"
Her hand fell away from her puffed up, swollen, aureole as my mouth drew closer.
"Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh! God, that feels sooooo fine. I've never been this sensitive before," she moaned as I very gently mouthed her breast tip. Her aureole, only just larger than her nipple, puffed up off her breast proudly and her small nipple jutted out strongly.
