She took in a breath, and watched as it resulted in a rapturous, jiggling collision. Her breasts, barely-contained in a bra that was two sizes too small two sizes ago, shook deliciously, like pudding molds set onto her chest. Every jiggle was a little explosion of pleasure. Every shake and shimmy was a delight. Her nipples were almost painfully stiff against the little bra–what was it, a G-cup? Please.
She exhaled and then inhaled again, arching her back, feeling the strain until at last, the front clasp all but exploded. Her breasts descended an inch, but were otherwise so firm in shape and rode so high it made little difference. She cooed, brushing a finger across the top of them. Despite their smooth shape, they were oh-so-soft to the touch. Her dress, now, was straining without the bra to act as a front line against her onslaught. She steadied herself, looking at over half a foot of cleavage. Perfect.
“It feels good, right? Nice and soft?” She asked. There was only a needy cry in response, and she grinned. She added a little extra twist, moving her thighs in an alternating rhythm as his cock sank between them, in heavenly, lightly-wet softness. “I know it does. You’ve been drooling over these legs for so long. Are they everything you imagined?” Another moan, hands sinking into her. She licked her lips. It was mean to keep teasing him, but he certainly seemed to be enjoying it. “You’ve been watching them get bigger, thicker, softer, huh? Did you like seeing me swell up?” His cock was twitching now, between her thighs. He was putty in her–well, not hands, exactly.
“Oh, I know you did,” she said, her voice almost rumbling, a pleasant, almost hypnotic purr. “You liked watching me get thicker, you liked watching me get taller. You liked what these hormones have been doing to me,” she said, and he was nodding against her back. She was stretching slightly, taller, her body soft, her socks rolling down slightly under an onslaught of jiggling, creamy thigh. His cock, not small to begin with, was lost between them, utterly hidden from view no matter how hard he thrusted. “You’ve been dreaming of this, right? Of having that nice, big cock hidden between my nice, big legs?” He was close now, she could feel it, from the way his breath was shallow, rapid against her back. “Go on, come between them. Make me bigger.” She felt a gush between her legs, and then a second one. She felt every ounce of his pleasure, as he shrank, his cock sliding wetly, rock-hard, down further as she grew taller, her swimsuit tightening against her expanding body. “…Aahhhhh, nice,” she cooed. Then, a touch more forcefully, “Now do it again.”
“Okay, I think I’m ready. Remember, you promised to use it exactly how I request.” I watch you nod in affirmation. “Alright. I want you to-
**click**
“Make all of the decisions,” I smiled, proud of my request. “Go on then,” I gestured, waiting, hands on my narrow hips, making their way to my–
**click**
Enormous, wobbling behind. You were an easy catch as an ass man, but I noticed you’d get hung up on it sometimes. “Hellooo? Are you going to use that thing or not?” I struck an expectant pose, hands on my wide, fertile hips.
**click**
“No, not that thing… that thing,” I pointed down at your crotch, watching you harden in your jeans. “You are so dense sometimes, I swear,” I bit my soft, plush lip, eyes not leaving your stiffening rod. “I’m sorry, what did you call me? Tits for brains?” I laughed softly. You knew I had a small chest. “What, are you–”
**click**
“like, trying to call my tits small or sumthin?” I licked my plump lips, hands roaming around the confines of my expansive cleavage. “Uhm… I’unno. I’ll like, promise not to smother you with ‘em if I can suck yer dick?”
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