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Tumescent Tenderness - Chapter Two: Counteraction
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” -James A. Baldwin I let him lead me downstairs and into the kitchen without resisting, figuring that if I at least followed him I’d be able to get some answers. We went through the hall, him walking in front of me. I wondered when he’d had time to put on trousers. As we reached the front door I made him stop to let me put on a coat. He sized up mine and guffawed a little hysterically. My mind trailed back to the ring on the desk and I said nothing… beginning to wonder. He handed me his coat and I complied, wrapping it around me before we stepped out into the night air. I hopped over the gravel driveway, not before getting the end of trailing coat stuck in the door, and allowed him to open the car door for me, unable to stop a smile there. Even when this silly man was in a rush he still couldn’t help being courteous. I felt a surge within me, emanating love towards him and my heart skipped a beat as he hopped in and fired up the engine. I tried not to let my affection show and gazed out of the window until I had composed myself. As we tore down the motorway towards the laboratory, well beyond the speed limit in his boy toy, I saw that he kept glancing at me, eyeing me up and down, nervously. ‘Uh oh’, I thought to myself, realising that he must be anxious at how quiet I was being. I cleared my throat and began to make half-hearted sounds of protest. The engine roared and he didn’t notice me speaking at first. ‘You gorgeous dope you’ I reflected, and considered kissing him, but as he looked over I thought better of it and raised my voice again. “Can’t this wait? Why are we taking off in the night?” I said, only teasing him a little with an doe-eyed flutter of the lashes. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. We’re making good time.” He responded, pumping the accelerator a little harder. “Thank the saints for the new parking area.” He muttered. I wondered at this point what it was that awaited me. My mind flashed back to the papers on the desk and the ring, going over the scenario and then unbidden to the bin. Unromantic as it might seem, that little discovery had given me the confidence I needed to, well, satisfy my man, and then some. I began to recall that, only a few minutes past, when something came to mind. I opened the coat and looked down, expecting to find a mess on the back lining. The idea of his cum leaking out of me was pretty hot, but I was a little bothered since this was his smart work coat. I was dumbfounded to see not a drop. We zoomed past the open gate and towards the underground parking lot. The tall building before me gleamed in the light of halogen lamps shining off the outer walls. We jolted down a ramp and I deliberated to myself why he was in such a rush. I went through a mental calendar of things we had done as he stopped the vehicle and got out, ripping the door open violently. That took me aback. He was always so careful with it, polishing the red two-seater often enough for me to tease him about touching it more than me, and here he was chipping the paint on a pillar and not even closing it as he hustled me towards the lift.
The doors pinged open and we clambered in. I giggled a little, though my mind still worked to think why it must be at – I checked his watch, which he had put on earlier while we were going down the main road – Seven minutes past midnight on the eleventh of May. I was feeling a little bashful, but thought it couldn’t have been such an important date if I couldn’t even remember it. I licked my lips and, tentatively taking hold of his sleeve, told him “Honey, you don’t need to rush so much. Listen, it doesn’t matter if we’re not there exactly–” The floor numbers ticked quickly, and he tapped his foot. “Ok look, my love, we’ll be on time, before it gets too far!” he said, voice hushed with excitement. ‘Well that’s good, because I’ll be damned if I have any idea what for.’ I thought, shifting a little. He looked so sweet and jumpy. I couldn’t believe this was it, he was going to ask me to marry him! I wanted to scream yes, to let him take me in his arms, to… He was edgy as my hand shifted from his downwards. He jumped a little as I grasped the front of his pants, but a bulge came to meet me almost immediately. I looked at the remaining numbers. A quicky then. Unzipping his fly. I grasped his cock through his pants, feeling the setting contours, and moved in front of him. There wasn’t time to play around. I unceremoniously flicked it from between the nuisances that were the sides of cloth and enveloped it in my mouth. It tasted good and I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. His were still full of apprehension but he did nothing to prevent me. I worked the shaft, feeling him grow in my mouth, stretching down into my throat. I relaxed my gag, and began to suck. My horniness drove me, and I bobbed back and forth, smoking his pole, feeling a strange desire creeping back. I thought it was supposed to be newlyweds who were constantly at it, but I guess I couldn’t wait, huh? God, this was brilliant, I needed more, I moaned in satisfaction, and clamping my hands around his bottom, I pulled him towards me, relishing the taste and sensation. Lapping his cock had never felt so good. A fervour came over me, and peeking at the watch I saw I had already spent half a minute doing this. With a new zeal I sucked harder, twirling his cock in my mouth. With one hand I cradled his pendulous balls, and with the other I pressed lightly just below them. I pushed against the lift door with my feet, pressing him against the opposite wall. It felt easy when you were already this aroused, and my vehemence must have been more than I thought, because inconceivably, for the second time tonight, I felt the gargantuan swelling. His balls clenched and with a strangled “God damn it!” he blew his load again into my mouth. I gulped down the liquid eagerly, still moving back and forth sucking. He had really been holding out on me, it tasted great, and filled me with a satisfaction I could not describe. I slumped to the floor looking up at him again, and licking my lips laughed aloud when I saw the expression on his face. As I wobbled a little to regain my footing, I gave him a peck on the cheek and began to readjust my coat. Now by now I guessed he knew something was up with me, so I decided to keep it low key from now on. As I began trying to put the coat back on properly, the door pinged again and he gave my arm a tug. It was a strong one, really more than it needed to be, and I was turning to tell him so when it hit me. My fingers ceased their struggle to close the toggles on the coat front, and I swivelled to look at my soon to be fiancé. Something was off. I looked around, and felt another insistent tug on my arm, this time with even greater force. Off balance I tumbled out of the lift into my boyfriend’s laboratory. “Hey, what was up with that?” I said angrily, working to regain balance and get up from all fours. But he was already gone, across the floor and was typing madly at an interface. I walked up to him, passing assortments of strange and fantastical machines and devices of the modern age and the next, not looking at any of them. My hands on my hips I called over to him, “Oi! That was really unnecessary you know! I–” I felt an odd feeling, like before in the lift, hot and heavy. A deep resonance far within blossomed outwards, and I gasped, with pleasure as much as surprise. I could still think rationally, no matter my mood, but this was weird. I looked down at myself, and gaped as I saw the coat hanging several inches off the ground. I looked at him, then followed his gaze back at myself to the tightening garment. I felt the elbows and shoulders become a little awkward before I turned to examine them. I was perplexed by possibly shrinking clothes and the intense feeling within me. “What’s going on with these?” I said, my voice askew as I watched and felt my chest push out from the confines of the coat. I knew before he began his reply. It wasn’t the clothes. It was me. He stood staring and then turned quickly back to the computer he was using. The literal growing feeling was still increasing within as it manifested without. I was getting taller! Slowly but steadily, I was moving up inch after inch. I was about five foot five, and the apt application of the past tense crossed my thoughts as a shoulder of the garment tightened further. This thing was uncomfortable, but I was far from that. Perhaps it was hysteria, but I was feeling… great. Waves of pleasure floated through me, exuding from my inner core and spreading to my extremities… just as they spread. By my estimation I was by now at least five eight, but oddly I was not only increasing in height I realised, as I felt the coat lift from the back, my structure was altering proportionally. As my butt pressed a little further still, I looked down at my tits, which were positively big jugs now, having gone up a fair few cup sizes. Ok, maybe not completely proportionally. “Oh shit.” I gasped, looking up again. He had been typing madly at the computer and was speaking frantically as he did so. “Hang on darling.” His voice was tinny with terror, but then I noticed something odd. His dick was still sticking out of his trousers, and I saw that it was hard again. Now don’t get me wrong, I was scared. I had no idea what was happening, my body was changing as I looked on, confused and unable to stop it, and weirder still it felt seriously good. Thoughts like ‘What the hell was going on?’ and ‘Where the fuck is my proposal?’ were definitely flashing through my head. However, seeing that erection distracted me a little, allowing me to concentrate on something else other than my swelling physique to speak. “What’s happening to me?” I cried out, as I sprouted another inch of height, bust, and around the pelvic area. I winced from the pleasure. He was standing now, waiting while a tube filled up with a green liquid. I looked around the lab. “Listen my love, I am so sorry. Believe me, I never meant for this to happen!” he said, looking at me pleadingly. He was scared, shaking as he put on surgical gloves. “A few days ago I was working in the lab when something went terribly wrong. I used the—there was contamination. I ran some tests, and have been working ever since to undo it.” I shuddered again, climbing to at least five foot ten. My breasts had burgeoned into a pair of DDs, and I could see my hips and ass flaring out under the coat. I also noticed I had thickened a little in the thighs and calves, with a little muscle protruding from the generous curves. “So–” I stopped for a moment as I felt another arousing wave go through me, then cut to the chase. “Am I going to die?!” I said, sharing in his terror, “No!” he said, horrorstruck, wrenching me from a mental picture of some kind of explosion. “Your body is just altering to–” He blushed, but his eyes widened when he looked at the tube “Look, the injunction infusion is almost completed!” “It was my cum you see. I didn’t mean to take the risk, but I’ve never… I told you to stop!” He looked away from me, his voice guiltstricken and down, and I saw his dick, the head glistening in the lab light above. I let him continue, exploring the new form I inhabited hesitantly. My skin was soft and firm, and I felt healthy, awake, and seriously hot and bothered. I was too nervous to say it, but somewhere in me I realised that, well, the growth itself was turning me on. Sure, some of it was physical, but as I looked on I knew that a heck of a lot was psychological. “Ok, it’s done!” he said, pulling the tube free and unsteadily fitting the needle on to a syringe, into which he then put the antidote. I had loved puberty, and was fascinated by the way my body changed and transformed. I liked the way boys had started looking at me. Later on, I had learned to loved feeling a dick get hard, growing, feeling his thinking about me fill him up, and maybe this was some part I had loved in myself. It excited me a little on those days where my tits looked bigger, and I loved dressing to flaunt and accentuate the things I liked about myself. And now well, it was all happening again, and yeah I liked it. “Wait a minute,” I said, holding out my hand as he approached me. It surprised me how much I had caught up with him. He was still taller than me by a few inches, but the height difference, or lack thereof, was really noticeable. I scrutinised the fingers of my hand, larger but still delicate, and closed them. “Is this ‘effect’ harmful to me?” I asked unevenly, partly because another bout of sensation had settled in my tits, sending me up another size. My nipples strained forward, and the coat tore a little more. “Well, not technically it isn’t, not at all in fact, but I–” he stammered. “Well then, would you mind if I could… indulge in a little more?” I slowly asked, feeling my pussy grow damp. He gulped. “Besides, there’s no way I’m letting those erratic hands of yours stick a needle in me!” I smiled. He looked down at them, and stepped again towards me. “You… want to grow?” he asked, incredulous. “Yes. Yes I do.” I replied in a gradual tone, not letting the euphoria I was experiencing creep into my voice. I was seriously turned on, gaining another half inch in height and feeling my ass expand out like a small crinoline behind me, lifting the hem further off the floor. I noticed too, as the material slid over my rump, that I was becoming more sensitive too. I licked my lips a little, wetting them. He was closer now, and I wondered if he liked me like this. Doubt suddenly pricked through me, and I bit the inside of my lip. “I mean, you can stop it if you like.” I said. The words traced with fluttering unease. Wait… What if he didn’t like me like this? I wanted him to want me. I liked feeling his eyes on me, knowing that it was those assets I liked that he liked, knowing he wanted to taste them again and again, no matter how many times he had done before, like it was the first time. I loved it. I loved him. I didn’t want to be a freak for my husband. What if it were too late? If I were too far gone? The stir of lust and the responsiveness of my body sent a jolt of fear through me. “Please, forget I said anything. Fix me.” I said, my face fraught with worry. My eyes brimmed with tears. “Of course darling.” he said, stroking my hair. He raised the syringe, and halted in mid-air. I was now only an inch below his height, and easily weighed as much if not more than him with my new, thick attributes. “I do like you like this, you know.” He said quickly, his eyes and stance apprehensive. “Oh.” I said. I was silent for a moment. “Umm… How much?” I added, trying to keep my tone casual. The tension had suddenly flooded out of the air, replacing it with a sudden awkwardness again, even more so by the various parts of me peeking out from his coat. It was like being acquaintances again, hinting to the other that you liked them in fact as more than friends. The needle was still frozen in his outstretched hand “Well, quite a lot.” He replied. He stopped, and then cleared his throat before confiding “A real lot actually.” I knew it had been out of place. Now don’t get me wrong, a buxom lass in a coat ought to elicit that kind of thing normally, but well, he seemed so oddly conflicted as he had sat there at the computer. A distant memory surfaced, of an old online dating profile he had shown me, and in the ‘Looking For’ section under the ‘Physical’ bit I had seen terms like ‘Tall’ and ‘Voluptuous’, before he skipped right over those and did his best to end the embarrassing affair. “So then,” I said softly, gently moving closer as I hit the six foot mark, “It wouldn’t bother you if I were… bigger than you? If I grew—” My boobs seemed to respond at this moment, pressing out into his chest “…Even more?” “Nuh-uh” he replied a little dully, as if mesmerised for a moment before he blinked. “Especially not the growing part.” My thighs and hips visibly broadened again, I was caught off guard for a moment. “What do you mean? ” I asked, looking him straight in the eye, puzzled. My voice was faint, velvety, embroidered with mounting emotion, perhaps hope? “In all honesty, if you must know, it’s the, well, the growing that I like too. ” He declared. “I loved you at your old size, but this, and well, imagining more…of you. And I’ll be frank, there isn’t really a cap to it. ” The last part was croaked, almost a whisper. I didn’t reply. Turning to myself, I considered things. So, I had a man before me who liked me growing, was desperately in love with me, possibly even more now that I had literally become his living fantasy. I personally had come to the epiphany that this was something I wanted too long before knowing it was his desire, so there wasn’t pressure from him but merely encouragement to fulfil my own wish. I looked gently down now at the man I adored, and kissed him fully on the lips, gently pressing into him further. “I love you. ” I whispered, taking the cure from his hand. I stepped forward past him, then leaned back and hurled it with full force at the computer. The glass shattered, smashing the container and spilling liquid all over the machine, which sparked and fried. I turned back around. He couldn’t speak. I advanced, shrugging off the tattered remains of the coat, feeling the rising buzz within me, expanding me outwards and towards my heart’s desire. I stopped before him, and felt the uproarious sparks flicker their last within me, leaving me at six foot two, with an hourglass figure popping out well over forty inches where it mattered, if not more. We embraced, and kissed, long and deep. It was bliss. After a minute, I broke away for a moment. “I don’t want to stop it. I want to be big for you. I know you like it. I like it too, love of mine.” I said, evenly, and only the naughty glint in my eye gave any warning before I smothered his romantic ‘You’re beautiful, I love y-’ with another spell of making out. These words had apparently been quite titillating for him. I felt a rise from him gently prod me. Still tongue-tied by the kiss, I looked down out of the corner of my eye and was stunned to see that perhaps I was not the only one who had jacked up a little in size. ‘Now officially a little afraid of the monster again’ I thought to myself. Now it was his turn to break away. “Look, my love, I’ve been meaning to ask you something, and don’t think I’m asking now because of all… this, ” he gestured at my new frame. “Yes? ” I asked, my voice small and high, actual tears leaking from my eyes now. He bent down on to one knee…
Chapter 3 is coming…
Bustline: 2048cm... And Counting
Your fingers slide over the keys. She moans softly. You lick your lips and blink a few times, focusing. You need to concentrate on this, despite the prickling heat that is building. Your touch is light as your fingers brush back towards those vital buttons, and you once again slip into the same old rhythm: up, right, left, right, up. Contentment swells from a sigh beside you, and you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. It’s working. “Yes…” she purrs. The delicate, fruity musk of her perfume hangs heavy in the air, subduing and intoxicating. You can only comply. You move shift one picture towards the other on the sixteen square grid, and a throb courses through you as you successfully combine two of the larger figures and they meld into one. You note that this is already promising to be a better run that last time, as you feel something soft begin to press against your elbow. “Oh, oh, more… More…” she croons. Her eyes are closed, so she must be enjoying this a lot. She normally can’t keep her eyes off them, but before you look back to the screen you hear a whimper and see that her hands have slipped downwards.
As you slot more and more of the pictures together, the pressing against your arm becomes more persistent, and the soft firmness begins to push upwards. A stitch pops, and then another, and you feel yourself begin to ache, mouth dry. As if sensing your hesitation, she lets out another moan, and you feel the bed shudder. “Bigger.” The word whispered echoes across the ether and through you, and you feel your blood pumping. You eagerly increase your computations, blinking rapidly to try and maintain precision. A button pops on the front of the silk negligee she’s wearing, first one, and then another as she intakes a long, ragged breath. A button lands, on the keyboard, and you look to your left beside you, you can’t help it. Past the flesh pressing into and now slightly over your left forearm, you see a spectacular sight. Her hair tousled around her, mouth lightly open and eyes closed, your girlfriend lies on the bed beneath her magnificent chest as it heaves slightly but rapidly. A groan escapes her, and before your eyes the shirt she is wearing splits open, revealing mound upon mound of perfect, supple breast, quivering in the light of the screen. With each inhalation her chest rises, but falls markedly less with every exhalation. Slowly but surely it is rising, expanding, filling… growing. The last button begins slowly to tighten. Unbidden, your left hand moves towards a nipple, already hard and puffy, peaking with dark excitement. You know you have a long way to go before the game is over, but the temptation is too great. However, before your hand has finished its ascent, the movement sending ripples across the expanse of titflesh, she breathes in suddenly and you feel her hand begin to work faster beside you. A light dampness touches your thighs, warm with honeyed sighs and caresses. “Please don’t stop, please,” she begs you. “Not yet, ple-” she interrupts herself with a loud, high moan. “Uh! I’m getting so big!” It may be her breathing quickening, but her chest seems to swell just a little faster, as if to remind you of the urgency of the matter. It’s too much for you – almost. You know that you can go further, and your zeal returns as you work at the keys, hands darting back and forth. Your erection is iron, and only seems to harden further with every little jolt her fingers, and now her breasts also, make on their fastidious expansion. When you first told your girlfriend about your fetish, you were nervous, expecting the worst. Though at first the idea didn’t do too much for her, the story has altered somewhat now… “Pump me up! Oh yes big boy! Yes!” she screams, arching her back underneath the mountains either side of her as they split the last of stitches of her negligee open, revealing her stupendous glory to the world. You move your fingers faster and faster, your mind racing in elation and calculation, you’re beginning to approach your high score, and her tits are spilling out everywhere, covering most of your arm and a good part of your chest. Judging by the aroma pervading the air, she has come at least once, but still she frantically continues to play with herself, as if they were but short spurts of relief leading up to something… greater. You’re getting closer, you realise, to the actual end of game. Her mammaries continue to engorge, augmenting further and faster beyond human capability or belief, and her cries get louder and lustier by the second. A creak resounds from the bed frame. You hear a snap, and figure that the belt she had asked you to secure around her had snapped under the exponential tightening. Suddenly a hand grabs your hard on and begins to fervently jack you off. “More, more! So much more!” Nearly blinded by sudden pleasure, carnal excitement, and encroaching rack, you begin to slip, and only by sheer luck are you able to keep going. You accidentally press the down key, spawning a comparatively slim figure at the top, but by some stroke, of hers or genius, you aren’t sure, you right yourself, and several newly stacked ones pop out. The jump in the score is enormous, but the numbers accelerating upwards can hardly keep pace with the jugs beside and around you, blowing up in every direction, soft, heavy, and delicious. You see the numbers mounting, and memorising the next few moves, you turn to look at her, your fingers moving automatically. Her assets burgeoning beyond all reasonable size, you have surpassed your highscore. She opens her eyes for a moment, and the lust there drinks you in as you both come to that realisation. Her grip on your penis only tightens, and her movements become more purposeful, preparative. You slot one more large combination. “Awww… Yeah! Oh baby, yeah!” she explodes once more, squirming and seeming to get even hornier, if such a thing were possible. Her tits have surpassed all reasonable recognition, and she is more attached to them at this point, buried beneath the two enormous globes which press up against the sides of her jaw, slick with sweat, and reach down to past her midriff. You have been shunted almost off the bed, and are forced to put one foot on the floor as you maniacally tap away at your keyboard desperate, like she, to reach that goal. At first it was a little awkward explaining your fantasy to her, that it didn’t matter what her size was, that you loved her regardless, but rather that it was just a fantasy of yours, a kink where you were aroused by the idea of a woman’s satisfaction being shown… visibly. She was a little self-conscious at first, but it was she who wanted to try out the roleplays. Perhaps a part of her wanted to be your fuck toy, she did like being dominated, and this was a situation where you had control. This was enjoyable, and she began to get a little into it, probably because of the effect on you, but now, ever since you two had found the game, she was evidently fully fledged in the fetish. “Mmm… Uh, oh! They feel so good, so sensitive, oh please push them out, more, more, MORE!” Now you moved the cluster of remaining tiles up, joining link after link of the busty women, forming bustier still ones, and your darling responded so beautifully, her boobs surging forth, finally driving you off the bed, ripping you from her manacle-like clamp. Nonplussed, you only briefly glanced at the gargantuan hooters that towered above the mattress and frame, each one double the width of her body, massive, firm teardrops capped with nipples each of which would scarcely fit in your mouth. “Fuuuck!” The curse ripped from her throat, an expression of wantonness, down through the canyon of her cleavage. You press the final button, the up key, once. The screen turns gold, but you aren’t looking anymore, because beside you comes crashing down a twin set of brobdingnagian behemoths of voluptuousness. Her tits engulf you. Who knows where your laptop is now… She is absolutely colossal, or so you can affirm by the sea of tit around you, pliant yet firm, squeezing. You are amazed at your self-restraint for not having climaxed just thinking about it. You can feel the flesh around you quaking, assuredly from pleasure at the distant muffled cries of titillation, most likely caused by your movements in this spectacular chasm, but also from something else. Luckily you had planned for this also. Managing to extricate yourself after some deliberation, you see you have still underestimated. The no doubt shattered remains of the bed are nowhere to be seen, and the armchairs either side are already not enough. They are currently seven- make that eight feet apart, one pushing up against the wall, the other slowly sliding on the floor, being pushed outward by the left tit of your girlfriend. It’s bigger than you are. It’s several times bigger than you are. It’s still growing. They’re still growing. She is still growing. You can’t help but lie there for a moment, gobsmacked and in awe at the sight before you. Not in your most vivid dreams had you ever imagined- “I need you inside me! Now!” the sound came from the centre, and you could see her, head still under a pillow, her gaze afire with a glowing fervour. Her tone brooked no argument. Climbing on to the desk you had placed at the end of the room, you dived, even as it begins to buckle, unable to move back any further. It was a short distance, the wall of bust literally coming up to meet you. You heave your way through, worsening the problem the entire time by making her squeal with sensory delight. Passing by her nipple you can’t help but give it a tug on the way. You can’t even close your fist around it, and the resulting spasm of growth, accompanied of course by an oh-so-sexy moan, leaves you with an extra minute of spelunking. You find her in the mass, randy and hot blooded. “Yes, come on, come to mama!” the vixen calls, unable to quite keep the shakes out of her voice as you push through the last yard between you. “I am so hot for you. I need you so badly. My pussy is drooling for your cock now.” Her tone is succubine, her need bestial. “But first, I know what you need big boy. Come to mama, she wants to give you a reward after all that hard work, and besides, she’s sooo hungry” There’s no actual need, but you comply. She gobbles her prize, wasting no time. Veins push and stand out, and your foreskin draws back as the red muscles of her mouth scurry over and around you. She sucks vehemently, vacuuming out any traces of softness. As she bobs her head, you can still feel the pressure about you increasing slightly, as pound after pound of sweet melon engorge themselves upon the room around you. After a full minute you hear a loud ping from some far off corner. With a chuckle she lets loose your organ, and it crashes down just below her chin, leaving a faint trail of saliva. From this close, the small pumpkins overflowing her collar bone and resting against her jaw are just the tip of the icebergs. It’s almost impossible to contemplate the rest all about as it seeks yet more empty space to occupy. You have little time to, letting out a gasp as she hungrily takes a ball between her lips and licks at the saltiness, reminding you of your duties as a lover. Not that she minds you looking. You know that half her excitement is just from how sprung she has you right now. That being said… you notice her fingers pawing at the tit around. Ok, perhaps a third of her excitement? You whisper, your voice low and gravelly, strained with desire. “So what can I do for my lady?” Your penis throbs, arousal etched into the bulge as tit softly wraps around caressing it. She doesn’t answer. Words have failed her at this point. Even through the juggernaut ranges beside you, you can scent the trace of her wetness through the canyon, aching to be dammed. You hear another ping from the laptop, and realise that you have beaten the top score. Your mind is boggled, contemplating the imminent surge of bonus points. You hasten to her slit. You want to show her how much you’re going to enjoy this next part. After it all, she lies smiling on an elbow gazing at you through the haze of dust, plaster, and splinters. You’re plugging in your laptop, grimacing. You can’t believe the battery died just as you realised you unlocked the bonus level… “You boys and your toys” she mumbles, licking a stray strand of semen, and winks at you. You smile, thinking of the tablet she has ordered and the stand she has already connected to the bed above her head for when it arrives… Now you’ll just need a new bed, and that’s the least of things needing replacing. You recall your second cousin’s farm in the country, and the large barns on the rolling estate, empty and vast for miles on end. Well, he did offer you a job there, and you’re hardly getting your deposit back for this place. Now if you could only find your phone amongst all this sensitive ‘clutter’.
Oh baby! Thank you!
Surprised? Well I was too, you sneaky man, you.
Mad? No, I love them, they’re great! Besides, I was the one snooping around in your office.
Well, I was honestly kind of unsure before, y’know? I was afraid you’d think I wasn’t being serious or something.
Ohhh... How does it feel? Well, pretty good, I must say, but I’m pretty sure they’d feel much better if you we were face to face and not just on chat.
Yeah, she’s out, but you’re the one who decided to go on a business trip. But hey, make some eye contact for a second, I was trying to tell you something. I’ve wanted this my whole life, and I can’t tell you how good - not just physically by the way - it feels. I feel more... complete, I think, like I was meant to be this way but just wasn’t until now.
Aha, it is more than I expected too, how did you manage to get hold of this?
Fine, be secretive, but, umm... listen. Now this is going to sound crazy, but can you get hold of any more?
Yes.
Yeah, I know, but- ok, let me be straight with you. How much can you get hold of? I feel our relationship certainly has further room for expansion...
Bigger again, huh? You know, I’m beginning to think that I’ll never have enough tit for you!
Oh, but don’t worry, I’m hardly pouting about it. In fact- and this is a secret, so shhh!- you might like it, but I lov- uhh! Sorry, it’s hard to ah! -concentrate after it starts because mmm.. -it ooh! -feels so good! Ohh! OHHHH!
