Authors Note:
This time I'm posting the whole thing. No chapters, no teasers. Just the whole thing in one go. It's a long story but I might as well get it all out there.
I take a little pride in trying to use words that are not often seen in stories of this sort. In the past I've used 'Brobdingnagian'. The word for this story is 'Pulchritudinous'. Go get your dictionary. LOL!
As always I enjoy your feedback. Fawning admiration is particularly enjoyed. Kidding. But do let me know what your reactions are. It's not like I get money for doing these little gems!
By DDDDave
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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Monday Afternoon.
"Thanks for helping with the, uh, pipes, Mr. Shagsme!" purred Mrs. Brown to the janitor as she let him out of her apartment.
"Oh, my pleasure, Mrs. Brown," he replied as he tucked his shirttail into his pants. "Call me any time at all."
"Oh, thanks. I will." She smiled as he walked away. "I will."
Mrs. Brown was no longer the prudish, anxiety ridden late thirty year old woman that she had been just months before. When her only son, Dickie, had left home to attend college in California she had gone thru a lot of changes. Today she was wearing a tight mini-skirt with a blouse tied off just below her boobs. It was unclear if she was wearing a bra. Her well toned stomach was on view. As was her fetching cleavage, visible thru the gaps between the buttons of her shirt.
She turned as she heard footsteps in the hallway. It was her son, Dickie and her across the hall neighbor, Dirk Enbiggen. Dickie had come back from his first year of college just the week before and had spent the afternoon with the brother of his high school sweetheart, Kandi. Kandi was due back from her prestigious East Coast college the next day.
"Did you guys have a good time?" she asked. Both guys were sweaty from the high intensity Frisbee football they had played.
"Yeah, it was great," Dirk said. "But I'm sweating my ass off!"
Stripping off his sweat soaked shirt Dirk revealed his well muscled abdomen and chiseled chest.
"Ohhhh," Mrs. Brown sighed at the sight. "Say, um, Dirk, could you help me move some furniture? It's too much for me to do by myself." Her eyes lingered on his torso as she spoke.
"I can help, Mom," offered Dickie. He was having a hard time not staring at his mom. She looked and acted so differently than when he had left for school almost a year ago. When he had come home for the holidays he had found that his mom had drastically changed. Tight skirts and tops over push up bras that displayed her cleavage had replaced her usual conservative clothes. He had been a little uncomfortable with the "new" Mrs. Brown. And her general attitude had been so different.
She smiled. A lot. She seemed happy. It had been very unusual.
And now was even more different. For one thing, Dickie was pretty sure that his Mom had had enlargement surgery on her bosom. (Dickie couldn't bring himself to think 'tits' or 'boobs' about his Mom.) She was considerably larger in the chest than when he had been here for Christmas. And she hardly ever wore bras. Like now. She was all but falling out of her top! Before he left for college she had been a saggy C-cup. No longer. Now she was rocking a lavish G-cup chest!
"Oh, no, dear. You spend some time with your little friends. I saw your friend Pam go into Dirk's place a while ago. Take some time to say hello while Dirk gives me what I need." She had cozied up to Dirk. She pressed against him as she stroked his bicep with both hands. Her breasts mashed against his torso. "I mean helps move me. The furniture, moves the furniture. It shouldn't take more than 45 minutes or an hour.
"Now run along dear, run along. And you, young man," her attention shifted to Dirk, "you just come... along with me." She slipped her arm around his waist and guided him back into her apartment. As the door closed, Dickie might have noticed her hand was cupping Dirk's butt.
Closing the Enbiggen's apartment door behind him Dickie turned to see his friend Pamela Suckit, Pam, sitting on the sofa. Pam was Kandi's best friend from High School. She, too, had changed in the time that he had been gone.
Pam's initial plan had been to attend a local cooking school. But that had changed when, within a couple weeks of graduating from High School, Pam's 'lady bits' had started to blossom. Kandi had told him of Pam's metamorphosis but Dickie hadn't really understood what she was telling him on the phone. This was the first time he had seen Pam since leaving for college. She looked completely different than she had at High school graduation.
Graduation day photos showed her to be an attractive tom-boyish blonde with a slender figure. No longer.
When her blossoming bra size had hit the DD-Cup range she had been approached by the owner of the local strip club, 'The Rack Room', when he noticed her sitting at her usual table at the local hang out. Making hundreds of dollars a day rather than studying and working in a hot kitchen had made the offer to be a house dancer too good to pass up. Besides, she was proud of her 'new look' and enjoyed showing off her newly developed 'lady bits' to others. To her infinite pleasure, her development had not stopped until months later.
So now, in front of Dickie, sitting on the sofa, half watching TV was a sexy blonde bombshell that vaguely recalled the tomboy, Pam Suckit. A riot of blonde hair, falling half way to her waist was the topper to a killer figure shown in revealing detail by her sexy get up. Magnificently large round breasts pressed forward against the man's sleeveless t-shirt that was all she wore above the waist. Dickie had never seen breasts this size before. Pam was larger even than his 'new' Mom. It didn't help that the shirt showed side boob that verged on the impossible. The shirt clung tightly to her abdomen and even more tightly to the imposing bowls of flesh perched high on her chest. A pair of the shortest short-shorts clung to her crotch while her feet were tucked into a pair of high heels.
"Hey, Dickie," said Pam. "C'mere and sit down!" She patted the cushion next to her.
"Yuh," he muttered as he slowly approached. He couldn't help but stare as he walked to the sofa.
His interest was plain to see to Pam. Since she had started to work at 'The Rack Room' she had become very aware of the interest she now generated in all the guys. And it looked like Dickie was not going to be an exception. She loved it! He had always been crazy for her BFF, Kandi. In High School Kandi had led him around by the nose until, finally, in Senior year she agreed to be Dickie's girl friend. Pam had never seen the attraction.
But now, looking at Dickie with more experienced eyes she found she was having second thoughts. He was cute. He seemed to have a nice enough body and he was having a hard time not staring at her recently expanded boobs.
She loved her new body! She had always been attractive, nice hips, good legs and toned mid-section. And now she had really, really big boobs that drew the attention of all the boys. They stood almost straight out from her rib cage. Her nipples were almost always erect. And they were so very sensitive!
