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I laugh a bit, still nervous, but emboldened by her openness and the pair of beers I had downed. "Yeah, I mean, those are definitely bigger." I blush a bit, but manage to glance up into her eyes for a moment before her intense gaze forces me to look away.

"But I guess it's not just that. Something about you seems...different. Like you have more confidence or something." And before I can stop myself: "It's kinda sexy."

Gosh, I need to slow down. Better order a water next time around...She definitely seems bigger...not just in the chest, but overall.

I subtly try and size her up. Sitting upright in my booth, I casually glance at her, noting that, even while sitting, we're almost the same height. What happened to the chick who barely came up to my shoulder? She's almost taller than me!
 
"Another beer sir?" the waitress asks, surprising him.

"Oh Yes he'll have another," I answer for him, my eyes flashing in humor and finding his as he tries to stammer a response to stop me, "and how about a lemon drop shot for both of us too!"

She leaves and I can see he's discomfitted - but the beer is already loosening him up and he just rolls his eyes. Even before I could always outdrink him. And now...I almost giggle again.

"More confident, hm?" I muse, twirling a lock of hair coquettishly, " And sexy, huh?" I smile that smile which I know is disarming to lots of guys. "I like that, I like that you think that way..." I continue, as I non-chalantly start to remove my sweater, "It's amazing what a few cup sizes will do for a girl's self-esteem..."

I giggle.
 
Jeez, another beer, and a shot? I've really gotta watch myself now!

She was obviously eating up my unintentional compliments. Her giggles and bounciness sent more jiggles through her huge chest, drawing a longer than usual stare. I blink to shake myself out of my awe, looking away to consider what she had just said.

A few cup sizes? How did she gain so much?

And then she took off her sweater, revealing twin mounds of decadent boob flesh, barely contained in a tiny tank top. Her tits absolutely bulged upwards, as if trying to escape their confines.

"So," I offer, nearly out of breath and turning beet-red. "How did you get...bigger?" I take another deep breath, "I mean, did you...get implants or something?"
 
"Implants?" I ask, looking down and brushing an imaginary nothing off my chest. I love how tight this top fits, how it really hugs me, and now that I'm out of my sweater I know my boobs look really big.

I love how I've made him blush. I love how he's stammering over his words and I love how - even though he's a full attorney (yes just a patent lawyer but a real attorney) and almost ten years older than me - I can get him to act like a nervous little boy. He's trying not to stare, he really is, but when I pout and repeat "Implants?" and slowwwwly start to pull my shoulders back - his eyes can't help but fall to my chest and stay there. Oh the look on his face is priceless!! I totally have his all his attention and it feels so awesome.

"No, not implants sweetie...this is alllll me..."

As if on cue, the waitress appears and puts down a new beer in front of him. She's looking at me - omigod I must look like a tramp haha!! - with an arched brow and as she places two healthy-sized shots between us I laugh and cover my chest demurely with my hand. I'm still laughing at myself as she leaves but covering my mouth now and not my chest with my hand and I know there's quite a show of jiggles at my neckline. He's trying not to look again and instead is gulping down the new beer and keeping his eye on those two lemon drop shots...
 
I glance away from her glittering emerald-like eyes, reaching for my beer and nearly knocking over the lemon drop shots in the process. How is she making me act like this? Gosh she's so hot...the way she tosses the scarlet curls framing her pointy face... The few beers in me are beginning to take their toll, for even as I begin to think If they aren't implants, then how...?, I'm blurting it out, almost too loud for the din of the bar.

"But if those aren't implants, then how did they get so big?" I slur a bit, taking another larger-than-needed sip. I look again at the white spaghetti strap tank top, stretched obscenely around her tits. "I mean, I remember them from only a few years ago, and people just don't grow that fast!"

Now I'm practically staring at her boobs, watching her take slow, even, deep breaths. A tiny mole or birthmark, nestled in her cleavage, alternately appears and disappears from view as her breasts squeeze together and separate with every breath.
 
Omigod what's up with him haha? He's acting so different than I remember is it me doing this to him?? There are lots of things different, I think, as I turn my head to look away, pretending to be considering his silly question and allow him the moment to look at my tits. He's acting nervous and uneasy and doesn't seem as focused as I remember. He was always quiet but he was confident. Now he's acting like an awkward little teenage boy lol.

He also needs a haircut, I think, as I turn back and catch him outright staring. He quickly looks away though and drinks his beer again. He needs a shave and is that actually tape on his glasses? He must have stopped working out, too, because he looks so much thinner in the shoulders in his silly v-neck video game shirt. I don't know if I want to jump his bod or take him home, tuck him into bed and take care of him like a little boy haha. He's being fucking adorable!!

"Oh sweetie it's only been about six months since you last saw me," I say plainly, "but yeah it's like I started a second puberty once you left me..."

A funny thing happens in his face and his gaze struggles up to mine. I smile and - without breaking eye contact - push a shot glass towards him. "Drink up, Charlie..."
 
I hesitantly take the shot glass from her slender hand, as if unsure of what to do or what to say. She keeps saying 'Charlie'...but maybe I should let it slide? "It's...uh...it's Charles," I murmur, barely making eye contact with her.

It's like she's got it all together, and I...I haven't had a job since I stopped seeing her

"Only six months, really?" I wonder aloud, glancing again at her jiggling rack. They look way bigger than F cups, but then again, I've never been good at judging size with tits this big. "I still don't get how that's possible but..." Here I raise the shot glass in a toast, my hands still shaking slightly from nervousness.

"To second puberties," I offer, moving my shot glass towards hers. With a clink, the glasses touch, and I quickly down the sugary shot, then watch her do the same, though my eyes mostly watch the heavy wobble of her breasts as she raises her hand to take the shot.
 
"To second puberties!!" I giggle and then if course close my eyes as I down the drink - letting him look at my boobs again.

He is definitely getting drunk cuz normally he's so reserved I love it! I should watch it though cuz i don't want him puking I want him kissing me!!!

"Yah it's been weird I've had to buy a whole new wardrobe," I say, putting down my glass and watching his eyes watering as he puts down his, "but I'm glad I have the money for it now."

He's quiet, maybe struggling with the vodka, so I continue with small talk about my new job at the research facility. Telling him some stuff...but not all of it.
 
I listen attentively as she talks about her new job and how things are going for, gesturing animatedly with her tanned and toned arms. It makes me feel ashamed at my own state and lack of success. Still, it's nice to be here with her. She seems so different, it's like her confidence is surrounding me, protecting me. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped seeing her?

The waitress stops by again, looking to see if we need more. Before I can talk, Kat takes the lead, asking for the check. Usually I do that, but who am I kidding, I can barely pay for the three drinks I had.

Her comment about new clothing makes me regard my own shabby threads. They seem to not fit so well anymore, and again my thoughts come tumbling out before I can stop them:

"...Yeah, I think I need some new clothes myself. For some reason these seem to have stretched a bit in the wash." I say nothing about my ill-fitting shoes, how I have to wear two pairs of socks just to help my foot fit.
 
"Oh sweetie don't worry about your clothes!" I coo, "you look adorable! Nice to have the day off today huh?"

This brings another funny look to his face and I take the moment to excuse myself to the ladies room. I really don't need to but I spend so much time in the gym I want him to look at my butt as I walk across the room before we leave haha. It'll also give him the time to pay the bill and think about all the things we can do together tonight! This was so easyyy
 
Huh? How did she know I have the day off? Oh right! I would still be working late now at the law office, finishing paperwork for patents the next day. Those late nights were what fueled my previous affair with her.

As she excuses herself to go to the bathroom, I watch her wobbling breasts bounce past me. The click-click-click of her heels on the tiled floor of the pub send trembles and sensations through my body. I can't help but watch her rounded ass shimmy and shake under her clothing as she heads to the restroom.

The things I want to do to her... I think, watching her push her way into the ladies' room.

Wait, I can't be thinking this...I've gotta get out of here! But the bill...

I throw down a few grubby fives and ones, then stumble to my car. Turning the key in the ignition, I fire off a quick text to explain my retreat:

sry i had 2 jet

wasnt feelin good but i had fun 2nite

maybe hang out l8r?

With those sent, I head home. I try to get to sleep, but I can't stop thinking about her. Defeatedly, I wrap my hand around my already-stiff cock and pump up and down.
 
What the???

He's GONE???

I look around the bar in a bit of a huff thinking maybe he's up at the bar but nope. At least he paid most of the bill I check my texts yes the little shit took off!!!

OOOO I'm so mad

Calm down Kat I think as I gather myself and leave a little more money for the waitress. I don't remember him being so cheap. Why did he leave?? He was probably freaked out or drunk or both. Poor thing.

awwwww :( tooo bad I was looking forward to hanging out tonite w u

I end up smiling to myself as I leave and have a little brainstorm driving home in the car. I kinda have a feeling what he'll be doing tonight and of course I want to help lol.

I get home and text him again

without you this is my date for tonite a box of oreos haha:


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As I continue to pump away, thinking of Kat, my phone lets out a chirp. Must be her responding to my text... I reluctantly let go of my cock and grab at the phone.

She doesn't seem too mad...just diappointed...that's good...

That picture. Jeez. Well, that'll help me out tonight...

I prop a drool-stained pillow up behind me, sitting up and answering her text:

yea sorry wish we could have hung out more

just wasnt feeling too hot i should really watch how fast I drink lol

Slouching back down under the formerly decadent-looking bed spread, I prop my phone up in one hand and grab at my still rock-hard erection with the other.

Those tits...her ass...how did she grow so quickly? And she seems taller too...so hot...like a giantess...
 
yr still awake at least haha

what r u doing?

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i like this feeling i can feel it coming
 
I feel a little lightheaded as my phone chirps again.
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yeah I just couldn't sleep

Just in bed, thinking

Nice pic btw
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I switch back to the pic, groaning audibly at how she looks. She's just so fit AND curvy. It doesn't seem possible!
 
I hesitate, heart thudding. I could see no point in lying. Despite her ditzy tone, she's not an idiot. But not too obvious...
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well...a bit

I mean u did just send me that pic lol

Looking fine btw
 
ewww keep your eyes on the cookies!!!!

and yr hands to yrselffff haha

good night sweet dreamzzzzz
 
Oh gosh she knows...how does she know
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keep ur mind out of the gutter kat sheesh

tho i will say it is hard to notice the cookies lol

nite kat
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Propping the phone up, I proceeded to rub and stroke my cock, fantasizing about her. She said she went through a second puberty, but is she still going through one? Is she still growing?

It seemed like in record time I reach my peak, just as I imagine her looming over me, a warm smile on her face. Just before I climax, I find myself moaning her name, thinking only of her. I feel a wave of dizziness wash over me as I spurt load after load of cum into my sheets.

Gosh, I must have needed that...That was weird, though, I think, as I use tissues to clean up. The last time I had that thought...six months ago...

Exhausted, more so than usual, I find my head hitting the pillow, and soon I am out like a light.
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All throughout the week, I alternate between various levels of laziness and job hunting. No one seems to want me, and I can't figure out why. The fact that I haven't shaved and my clothes being ill-fitting notwithstanding, I still have the skills and education to work in a practice. I may have failed one too many times though, and it becomes easier and easier to waste time online, looking at porn, or at those pictures Kat has been sending me.

I haven't replied, though. I can't let her see me like this again. And...there's that other thing. I...I just can't face that.

As the week goes by, though, it becomes harder to ignore. She certainly is skilled at flirting, and those pictures...images of her body in seemingly innocent poses...the result has been a rapid shift of focus from fantasizing about generic girls to fantasizing solely about her. Several times a day I think of her while I furiously masturbate, spilling my seed into growing piles of tissue paper.

I haven't been feeling well lately, and it seems like my clothes are even baggier than before, though not by much, so it could all be my imagination.

Before I know it, the weekend is here. Zero job prospects, and just a lonely weekend stretches ahead of me. All day today Kat has been the only thing on my mind, but she hasn't texted me at all. Have I ignored her too much? It's driving me up the wall, and eventually I crack. Grabbing my phone (and feeling a new wave of dizziness as I see her pictures), I tap out the following text:

hey sorry been soooo busy

how r u?
 
My phone chirps, and I nearly jump out of my chair with excitment. What has come over me?
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yea sorry busy like i said

what have u been up to?
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That's it Charles, keep it cool.
 
yeah sounds like you keep pretty busy

and hitting the gym? well it shows haha

yeah, ive been thinking too, had a really good time last weekend
 
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