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Irresistible Johnson: Part 4
Irresistible Johnson: Part 4.
Brian wants to lay his boss, and his Johnson to
rest.
Based on a post By AnonymousPerv.
Listen to the►
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
Story recap.
Let me catch you up on this crazy real-life sci fi drama. My name
is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab
accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap
my woes, so you’ll better understand. I was exposed to gamma
radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a
dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for
weeks and monitored my health.
At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but
just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the
true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, my boss (and also an LPN),
subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive
insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis
was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed
to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but
hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the
ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen
takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my
semen. I swear I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried.
Here’s where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew
instantly, from her modest A cup to a D cup, I would guess. It was
insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon,
more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately
wanted to find a way to synthesize it. “Natural tit growth? So
many women will want that,” he insisted.
The problem was, the breast development was only temporary,
lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we
haven’t discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further
testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not
directly from the source; say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we
actually did this); well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to
the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have
to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery.
I’m sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my
friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even
if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was
feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice
was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the
team marched on with the work.
What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard
time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days
without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women
want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ,
the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women
demand it. Masturbating alone isn’t good enough for them when
exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me
cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and
that that leads to the worst of it…
Just like when a woman sucks me off, their tits instantly grow
when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily.
Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the tits
finally, slowly, return to normal.
For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were
going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked
every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones
were off, because I hadn’t orgasmed in days, and they all
needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation
issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a
bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all
except for Karen, my boss. We’ll get to her issues later.
So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any
girl, or she’ll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I
have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a “build up”
of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there’s
no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a
woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits
every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst
thing to ever happen to me.
The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She’s
my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful
that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same
space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went
down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated
herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with
it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B,
Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it,
but when her tits went back to normal the following day, she was
grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore.
So here I am, on the night before we lay Heath to rest, once again
beating off, so that I can go to a funeral in peace tomorrow. I wish
I had a different life. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep
this up. I just didn’t think it could get any worse; but I was
wrong.
On the drive home, I started sweating. I was gripping the wheel
tightly. “Everything okay?” asked Amanda, noticing my
anxious state of being.
“Um… I’m not sure I should say.”
“Please. It will be nice to think of somebody other than me
and my problems for a while.”
“Oh, well, uh… I’m not sure it would do that.”
“Oh? Well, now you have to tell me.”
I sighed, giving in. “Okay, well, my boss saw your uh…
condition,” I nodded towards Amanda’s big tits, and I
could tell she thinks it’s because of me.“
“Oh, I see. That would be bad?”
“Very bad.”
“It’s not like you meant it to happen.”
“Won’t matter,” I said, flatly. “I guess
she knows you weren’t that big on top before.”
“We met like two years ago. For all she knows, I could have
had a breast augmentation.”
“She knows that won’t be true come tomorrow at the
funeral,” I said. “That’s where I’ll get
busted.” Then I laughed. “That is, unless you’re
willing to wear a big, fake bra or something to save my ass.”
Amanda laughed, too, but then said, “Seems easier just to
suck your cock again.”
I almost hit her mailbox pulling in when she said it. “Amanda,
no, you don’t have to do that.”
“I could use the… distraction.”
“But Heath?”
“What? Heath and I played all the time, especially when we
were younger. Outside of work, he was anything but I prude.”
“I won’t pry,” I said.
“Point is, he wouldn’t be bothered by this.”
“Really? Are you sure? You’ll do that?”
“I offered. So, come inside then?”
“Well, your tits are still big now. We have to wait until
they go back down before I let you suck me off. Otherwise, they just
get exponentially bigger.”
“Really? That is some crazy science fiction right there.”
“Don’t I know it. So, you did it yesterday around five
or so. It’s usually an hour or two around the 24-hour mark,
give or take, that one starts going back to normal. That process
takes about an hour.” I knew the “rules” of this
curse very well, and it showed as I explained them to the widow.
“So you might be here late, I guess,” she said,
stepping out of the car. “Come on, help me take my mind off the
funeral. Let’s prep dinner.”
The idea sounded wonderful to me and I followed her inside. I sent
a message to work, telling them I had to go home. I didn’t want
Karen thinking I spent more time with Amanda than necessary. By
seven, we had finished dinner. Salmon and a vegetable stir-fry. “That
was delicious,” I said.
“Yeah, thank you. I enjoyed that.” She briefly scanned
her top and said, “So, uh, it hasn’t started going down
yet. Should we wait a little longer?”
“We have to, before we do it again. I haven’t ever
seen it go much past this point. Rare occasions.”
Amanda popped off three of her top buttons, exposing a healthy
amount of cleavage. “This will help us keep an eye on things
better.” Then she popped another one. “Yeah, that’s
much better.” She looked back up to me. “Wanna watch TV
or something? A beer?”
“That would be nice,” I said. Amanda slowly got up,
brushing me as she passed. I headed to the living room and sat on the
couch, and soon she came back holding two beers. She took the spot
near me. “Remote’s on your side,” she said,
reaching past, making sure I could see down her blouse. She grabbed
the remote off the nightstand and pulled back off, flicking on the
television.
It dawned on me. It had been almost 24 hours since I came. If I
didn’t beat off, my pheromones would fill Amanda with
uncontrollable passion for me. That’s why she had gradually
been ramping up her flirtatious behavior.
“Hey, maybe we ought to just drop the blouse. Make it
easier.”
Amanda started popping off her buttons, as I bolted up.
“Uh.. I need to use your restroom again.”
Amanda’s arm snatched out, her hand grabbing me. “No,
wait. I want you to see.” She quickly abandoned the blouse, now
revealing everything, as she had no bra on. “Do they look like
they’re going down yet to you?”
“Unfortunately not,” I said.
“But they are nice, right?”
“Oh, very,” I agreed. “But still, we have to
wait until they go down before you can…”
Amanda yanked my arm, pulling me to her. “I get it. We have
to wait for them to go down before I swallow your cum, but Brian, I
don’t want that right now. Fuck me, Brian. Please, fuck me.
Then I can swallow you.”
I dropped to my knee, trying to explain. “Amanda, I haven’t
told you everything. If you fuck me, you will be compelled to have me
cum inside you. Much like you were when you gave me a blowjob.”
Amanda was squirming in the couch now, wanting to rip my clothes off,
I know. “You have to understand, when that happens, your tits
will grow, just as if you sucked my cock.”
“That’s perfect! Then let’s do that!”
“Except you’ll also be lactating.” Her smile
dropped. But then, after she thought about it, returned. I continued,
“and if we do it now, your tits will get bigger still. Karen
will know that you and engaged in… well, with you.” I
waved at Amanda’s topless, frantic body.
“PLEASE! I just need it. Please, please, please.”
She was already in the begging stage. I had maybe thirty minutes,
an hour at most. I got an idea. “Amanda, if you can hold off
for just long enough to allow your tits to go back down, I will fuck
you until you forget your name.” Now, she beamed with joy. “But
you HAVE to hold off, until your tits go back to normal.”
“But how long will that take? And how can I possibly wait?”
She was now pulling off her skirt.
“That’s it. You masturbate. I’ll watch.”
What I was about to do could be seen as unnecessarily cruel, but I
saw it as compassionate. I just had to find a way to get off while
watching Angela fuck herself. Watching her would certainly provide
all the eye candy I needed, but I had to be discrete enough for her
not to see me doing the required physical work.
Amanda was leaning back in the couch, legs spread, taunting me
already. She ran two fingers over her clit, before sliding them
inside. “Can you see everything okay?” she asked. I knew
she wanted me to cave and fuck her now, but I withheld the
temptation.
If I can just cum, my pheromones instantly snap back to normal, or
drift off, or whatever they do, until the next build-up. That would
bring Amanda back to her senses. “Turn over and show me that
ass. Fuck yourself harder.”
Gleefully, Amanda hopped up, her new, big tits swinging, when she
turned around, arching her ass high in the air. “Like this?”
she asked, with her face practically shoved in the cushions.
“Just like that,” I whispered. “Just a few
minutes like that.” My cock was already solid hard and I
reached into my pants to do the deed. At this angle, I felt safe she
couldn’t see what I was up to, but I realized she might be able
to hear. “Amanda, talk dirty while you do that, please. That
will make me want to fuck you.” (And hopefully disguise the
sounds of me jacking off.)
“I can’t wait to have your cock in me!” she
cried, pumping herself harder. “I want to fuck you so bad,
Brian. I never needed a good, hard fuck so much! I want you in me. I
want you to fuck me, anyway you want, just so long as I can have it.
You can fuck me in the ass, too. But I have to have you! I want you
cum, Brian. I want you to bury your cum in my pussy!”
Amanda didn’t have to go much past that before I snapped,
yanking my pants and underwear down, and unleashing a huge rope of
cum across the room. In fact, some splattered on Amanda’s right
ass cheek, just as I heard her cumming, too. It almost sounded like a
horror film, there was so much screaming and shrieking and sploshing.
Then, instantly, she stopped. I quickly pulled my pants back up,
before she caught sight of my cock.
Three fingers were still buried in Amanda’s pussy, and her
pinky from the other hand was stuck in her ass, when she had ceased
so suddenly. Finally, she flinched back, pulling everything out,
checking herself, and rose up. Amanda was soaked, the couch was
soaked, bits of the floor beneath her. She looked to me. “Well,
um, yeah, I came really good right there…”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. “I guess I have to fess
up and say I did, too.”
“I see that,” she nodded to the floor, even glancing
back at her right bum. “Well, I was just going to say, now that
I came; and I DO enjoy the company; but now that I came, I guess I
don’t really need sex right now. I just don’t want to get
your expectations;”
“No, it’s fine,” I said, smiling, relieved that
jerking off took Amanda’s sexual needs away from me.
She smiled, thankful I was willing to forget it. “It looks
like these damn things won’t go away, though.”
“I have an idea. We know they’ll be back to normal by
tomorrow morning. The limo service picks you up at ten, but I could
meet you here first, say at nine?”
“That’s fine. I’ll be happy to help. Besides,
I’d like to have another day or two of these babies. Always
wondered what it was like having tits. Now I know. I like it.”
She smiled. “And frankly, amongst all this other bullshit I
have to go through, it’s the only bright spot in my life. I’ll
be glad to see in the morning, Brian.”
I don’t know what the fuck my curse is, or who has it out
for me, but when I left at 8:30 the following morning, my tire blew,
pulling out of the driveway. I quickly ran into the house and changed
to something more casual, to replace the tire with the spare. Another
quick change and I was back on the road, only to be held up at a
stopped train. Forty minutes later, it got off the tracks.
I texted Amanda at 9:30: Stuck at train. Be there ASAP. She never
return the text, and it was almost ten by the time I pulled in her
drive. I rushed to the door, and Amanda opened it before I even
knocked. I noticed she was flat chested again. “I’ve been
waiting. What happened?”
I quickly surmised the unfortunate events.
“Well, come in. Let’s hurry,” she said, just as
the limo pulled up. “Well, fine. We’ll do it in there.”
“What? In the limo?”
“If we don’t want to be late. Let’s just go.
There’s privacy windows in those things.”
I sure hoped so. The driver escorted us inside the vehicle, and I
sat across from Amanda, facing the rear of the vehicle. There was
only about ten minutes from here to the funeral home.
“Driver, would you mind raising the window?” Amanda
asked.
A minute later, I was awkwardly leaning back, while my dead
colleague’s wife was going to work on me. She had as much an
insatiable desire to suck it, as she had the first time she saw my
cock. About five minutes in, I felt myself getting closer, when the
limousine stopped. It slightly distracted me, but Amanda’s
skills got me back track, when I heard the driver get out and mutter
a few words.
“Wait, what is that?” I asked, pulling up a bit.
Amanda didn’t let go, following my movements, not allowing my
cock to leave her. She didn’t want to risk missing a drop. She
mumbled something at me, but I wasn’t clear on it, when the
door to my left popped open. To my horror, Karen was looking straight
in.
“Brian!” she screamed. “What the fuck?!”
Amanda, although thoroughly engaged, was even taken aback by the
sudden surprise, pulling off only for a moment, my stiff rod snapping
into view. Karen instantly leapt inside the vehicle, slamming the
door behind her, yelling, “Good to go!” to the driver.
She snapped up to me. “Brian, you have a lot of explaining
to do!” she yelled, as she grabbed the base of my cock with her
left hand. Amanda pushed herself back into the mix, groping my shaft
just above Karen. “Hey, I was doing that.”
“Sorry, sister. I saw it, too. When this happens, we just
share.” Karen was letting Amanda know, loud and clear, what had
to be done. They stared each other down for a moment, before
shrugging it off, agreeing they could both do the deed together.
I had no idea if the driver knew what was up. As he pulled away,
the two ladies began fighting over my cock. It didn’t take long
before I felt it coming. “Who’s first?” I asked.
Amanda raised her hand. “Well, at least let me suck it until
it explodes,” said Karen, taking my cock from Amanda. She went
down deep, perhaps hoping I wouldn’t be able to contain myself,
She started working it, back and forth, faster and faster, when I
tapped her. “Hurry! Give it to Amanda.”
Amanda shoved her way in the mix again, opening wide, just in time
as I escaped Karen’s mouth and found hers, filling it with my
seed. I was practiced at this next part: holding the extra sperm that
was still in my balls. I pulled out of Amanda’s mouth and
shifted my cock to Karen. “Hurry,” I said. While she
swallowed, with her mouth tightly suctioned the head of my cock,
Karen just stared me down, shaking her head. She was so disappointed
in me.
She finally got off, and wiped her mouth, ensuring all was clean.
“Goddammit, I hate it that it tastes so good.” She began
unbuttoning her blouse immediately and looked to Amanda. That’s
when she noticed Amanda came prepared, wearing a blouse large enough
to “grow” into.
Karen knew the change was coming and was
desperately trying to get her bra off in time. I hated to see what
would happen to her already swollen, lactating, enormous tits.
Amanda’s suddenly popped into existence, filling her blouse.
She clapped with glee. “Heath would have loved this,” she
chuckled.
I silently mouthed, ‘See, it was her,’ to Karen, who
was more concerned with her awaiting disaster.
“What’s happening? Why aren’t mine growing?”
Karen began fondling herself, rubbing hard, even squeezing. She shook
them a time or two.
“That’s strange,” I said. “Amanda
swallowed first, but you weren’t far b
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Brian wants to lay his boss, and his Johnson to
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Based on a post By AnonymousPerv.
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Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
Story recap.
Let me catch you up on this crazy real-life sci fi drama. My name
is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab
accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap
my woes, so you’ll better understand. I was exposed to gamma
radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a
dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for
weeks and monitored my health.
At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but
just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the
true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, my boss (and also an LPN),
subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive
insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis
was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed
to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but
hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the
ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen
takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my
semen. I swear I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried.
Here’s where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew
instantly, from her modest A cup to a D cup, I would guess. It was
insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon,
more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately
wanted to find a way to synthesize it. “Natural tit growth? So
many women will want that,” he insisted.
The problem was, the breast development was only temporary,
lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we
haven’t discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further
testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not
directly from the source; say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we
actually did this); well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to
the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have
to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery.
I’m sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my
friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even
if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was
feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice
was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the
team marched on with the work.
What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard
time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days
without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women
want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ,
the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women
demand it. Masturbating alone isn’t good enough for them when
exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me
cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and
that that leads to the worst of it…
Just like when a woman sucks me off, their tits instantly grow
when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily.
Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the tits
finally, slowly, return to normal.
For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were
going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked
every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones
were off, because I hadn’t orgasmed in days, and they all
needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation
issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a
bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all
except for Karen, my boss. We’ll get to her issues later.
So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any
girl, or she’ll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I
have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a “build up”
of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there’s
no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a
woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits
every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst
thing to ever happen to me.
The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She’s
my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful
that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same
space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went
down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated
herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with
it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B,
Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it,
but when her tits went back to normal the following day, she was
grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore.
So here I am, on the night before we lay Heath to rest, once again
beating off, so that I can go to a funeral in peace tomorrow. I wish
I had a different life. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep
this up. I just didn’t think it could get any worse; but I was
wrong.
On the drive home, I started sweating. I was gripping the wheel
tightly. “Everything okay?” asked Amanda, noticing my
anxious state of being.
“Um… I’m not sure I should say.”
“Please. It will be nice to think of somebody other than me
and my problems for a while.”
“Oh, well, uh… I’m not sure it would do that.”
“Oh? Well, now you have to tell me.”
I sighed, giving in. “Okay, well, my boss saw your uh…
condition,” I nodded towards Amanda’s big tits, and I
could tell she thinks it’s because of me.“
“Oh, I see. That would be bad?”
“Very bad.”
“It’s not like you meant it to happen.”
“Won’t matter,” I said, flatly. “I guess
she knows you weren’t that big on top before.”
“We met like two years ago. For all she knows, I could have
had a breast augmentation.”
“She knows that won’t be true come tomorrow at the
funeral,” I said. “That’s where I’ll get
busted.” Then I laughed. “That is, unless you’re
willing to wear a big, fake bra or something to save my ass.”
Amanda laughed, too, but then said, “Seems easier just to
suck your cock again.”
I almost hit her mailbox pulling in when she said it. “Amanda,
no, you don’t have to do that.”
“I could use the… distraction.”
“But Heath?”
“What? Heath and I played all the time, especially when we
were younger. Outside of work, he was anything but I prude.”
“I won’t pry,” I said.
“Point is, he wouldn’t be bothered by this.”
“Really? Are you sure? You’ll do that?”
“I offered. So, come inside then?”
“Well, your tits are still big now. We have to wait until
they go back down before I let you suck me off. Otherwise, they just
get exponentially bigger.”
“Really? That is some crazy science fiction right there.”
“Don’t I know it. So, you did it yesterday around five
or so. It’s usually an hour or two around the 24-hour mark,
give or take, that one starts going back to normal. That process
takes about an hour.” I knew the “rules” of this
curse very well, and it showed as I explained them to the widow.
“So you might be here late, I guess,” she said,
stepping out of the car. “Come on, help me take my mind off the
funeral. Let’s prep dinner.”
The idea sounded wonderful to me and I followed her inside. I sent
a message to work, telling them I had to go home. I didn’t want
Karen thinking I spent more time with Amanda than necessary. By
seven, we had finished dinner. Salmon and a vegetable stir-fry. “That
was delicious,” I said.
“Yeah, thank you. I enjoyed that.” She briefly scanned
her top and said, “So, uh, it hasn’t started going down
yet. Should we wait a little longer?”
“We have to, before we do it again. I haven’t ever
seen it go much past this point. Rare occasions.”
Amanda popped off three of her top buttons, exposing a healthy
amount of cleavage. “This will help us keep an eye on things
better.” Then she popped another one. “Yeah, that’s
much better.” She looked back up to me. “Wanna watch TV
or something? A beer?”
“That would be nice,” I said. Amanda slowly got up,
brushing me as she passed. I headed to the living room and sat on the
couch, and soon she came back holding two beers. She took the spot
near me. “Remote’s on your side,” she said,
reaching past, making sure I could see down her blouse. She grabbed
the remote off the nightstand and pulled back off, flicking on the
television.
It dawned on me. It had been almost 24 hours since I came. If I
didn’t beat off, my pheromones would fill Amanda with
uncontrollable passion for me. That’s why she had gradually
been ramping up her flirtatious behavior.
“Hey, maybe we ought to just drop the blouse. Make it
easier.”
Amanda started popping off her buttons, as I bolted up.
“Uh.. I need to use your restroom again.”
Amanda’s arm snatched out, her hand grabbing me. “No,
wait. I want you to see.” She quickly abandoned the blouse, now
revealing everything, as she had no bra on. “Do they look like
they’re going down yet to you?”
“Unfortunately not,” I said.
“But they are nice, right?”
“Oh, very,” I agreed. “But still, we have to
wait until they go down before you can…”
Amanda yanked my arm, pulling me to her. “I get it. We have
to wait for them to go down before I swallow your cum, but Brian, I
don’t want that right now. Fuck me, Brian. Please, fuck me.
Then I can swallow you.”
I dropped to my knee, trying to explain. “Amanda, I haven’t
told you everything. If you fuck me, you will be compelled to have me
cum inside you. Much like you were when you gave me a blowjob.”
Amanda was squirming in the couch now, wanting to rip my clothes off,
I know. “You have to understand, when that happens, your tits
will grow, just as if you sucked my cock.”
“That’s perfect! Then let’s do that!”
“Except you’ll also be lactating.” Her smile
dropped. But then, after she thought about it, returned. I continued,
“and if we do it now, your tits will get bigger still. Karen
will know that you and engaged in… well, with you.” I
waved at Amanda’s topless, frantic body.
“PLEASE! I just need it. Please, please, please.”
She was already in the begging stage. I had maybe thirty minutes,
an hour at most. I got an idea. “Amanda, if you can hold off
for just long enough to allow your tits to go back down, I will fuck
you until you forget your name.” Now, she beamed with joy. “But
you HAVE to hold off, until your tits go back to normal.”
“But how long will that take? And how can I possibly wait?”
She was now pulling off her skirt.
“That’s it. You masturbate. I’ll watch.”
What I was about to do could be seen as unnecessarily cruel, but I
saw it as compassionate. I just had to find a way to get off while
watching Angela fuck herself. Watching her would certainly provide
all the eye candy I needed, but I had to be discrete enough for her
not to see me doing the required physical work.
Amanda was leaning back in the couch, legs spread, taunting me
already. She ran two fingers over her clit, before sliding them
inside. “Can you see everything okay?” she asked. I knew
she wanted me to cave and fuck her now, but I withheld the
temptation.
If I can just cum, my pheromones instantly snap back to normal, or
drift off, or whatever they do, until the next build-up. That would
bring Amanda back to her senses. “Turn over and show me that
ass. Fuck yourself harder.”
Gleefully, Amanda hopped up, her new, big tits swinging, when she
turned around, arching her ass high in the air. “Like this?”
she asked, with her face practically shoved in the cushions.
“Just like that,” I whispered. “Just a few
minutes like that.” My cock was already solid hard and I
reached into my pants to do the deed. At this angle, I felt safe she
couldn’t see what I was up to, but I realized she might be able
to hear. “Amanda, talk dirty while you do that, please. That
will make me want to fuck you.” (And hopefully disguise the
sounds of me jacking off.)
“I can’t wait to have your cock in me!” she
cried, pumping herself harder. “I want to fuck you so bad,
Brian. I never needed a good, hard fuck so much! I want you in me. I
want you to fuck me, anyway you want, just so long as I can have it.
You can fuck me in the ass, too. But I have to have you! I want you
cum, Brian. I want you to bury your cum in my pussy!”
Amanda didn’t have to go much past that before I snapped,
yanking my pants and underwear down, and unleashing a huge rope of
cum across the room. In fact, some splattered on Amanda’s right
ass cheek, just as I heard her cumming, too. It almost sounded like a
horror film, there was so much screaming and shrieking and sploshing.
Then, instantly, she stopped. I quickly pulled my pants back up,
before she caught sight of my cock.
Three fingers were still buried in Amanda’s pussy, and her
pinky from the other hand was stuck in her ass, when she had ceased
so suddenly. Finally, she flinched back, pulling everything out,
checking herself, and rose up. Amanda was soaked, the couch was
soaked, bits of the floor beneath her. She looked to me. “Well,
um, yeah, I came really good right there…”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. “I guess I have to fess
up and say I did, too.”
“I see that,” she nodded to the floor, even glancing
back at her right bum. “Well, I was just going to say, now that
I came; and I DO enjoy the company; but now that I came, I guess I
don’t really need sex right now. I just don’t want to get
your expectations;”
“No, it’s fine,” I said, smiling, relieved that
jerking off took Amanda’s sexual needs away from me.
She smiled, thankful I was willing to forget it. “It looks
like these damn things won’t go away, though.”
“I have an idea. We know they’ll be back to normal by
tomorrow morning. The limo service picks you up at ten, but I could
meet you here first, say at nine?”
“That’s fine. I’ll be happy to help. Besides,
I’d like to have another day or two of these babies. Always
wondered what it was like having tits. Now I know. I like it.”
She smiled. “And frankly, amongst all this other bullshit I
have to go through, it’s the only bright spot in my life. I’ll
be glad to see in the morning, Brian.”
I don’t know what the fuck my curse is, or who has it out
for me, but when I left at 8:30 the following morning, my tire blew,
pulling out of the driveway. I quickly ran into the house and changed
to something more casual, to replace the tire with the spare. Another
quick change and I was back on the road, only to be held up at a
stopped train. Forty minutes later, it got off the tracks.
I texted Amanda at 9:30: Stuck at train. Be there ASAP. She never
return the text, and it was almost ten by the time I pulled in her
drive. I rushed to the door, and Amanda opened it before I even
knocked. I noticed she was flat chested again. “I’ve been
waiting. What happened?”
I quickly surmised the unfortunate events.
“Well, come in. Let’s hurry,” she said, just as
the limo pulled up. “Well, fine. We’ll do it in there.”
“What? In the limo?”
“If we don’t want to be late. Let’s just go.
There’s privacy windows in those things.”
I sure hoped so. The driver escorted us inside the vehicle, and I
sat across from Amanda, facing the rear of the vehicle. There was
only about ten minutes from here to the funeral home.
“Driver, would you mind raising the window?” Amanda
asked.
A minute later, I was awkwardly leaning back, while my dead
colleague’s wife was going to work on me. She had as much an
insatiable desire to suck it, as she had the first time she saw my
cock. About five minutes in, I felt myself getting closer, when the
limousine stopped. It slightly distracted me, but Amanda’s
skills got me back track, when I heard the driver get out and mutter
a few words.
“Wait, what is that?” I asked, pulling up a bit.
Amanda didn’t let go, following my movements, not allowing my
cock to leave her. She didn’t want to risk missing a drop. She
mumbled something at me, but I wasn’t clear on it, when the
door to my left popped open. To my horror, Karen was looking straight
in.
“Brian!” she screamed. “What the fuck?!”
Amanda, although thoroughly engaged, was even taken aback by the
sudden surprise, pulling off only for a moment, my stiff rod snapping
into view. Karen instantly leapt inside the vehicle, slamming the
door behind her, yelling, “Good to go!” to the driver.
She snapped up to me. “Brian, you have a lot of explaining
to do!” she yelled, as she grabbed the base of my cock with her
left hand. Amanda pushed herself back into the mix, groping my shaft
just above Karen. “Hey, I was doing that.”
“Sorry, sister. I saw it, too. When this happens, we just
share.” Karen was letting Amanda know, loud and clear, what had
to be done. They stared each other down for a moment, before
shrugging it off, agreeing they could both do the deed together.
I had no idea if the driver knew what was up. As he pulled away,
the two ladies began fighting over my cock. It didn’t take long
before I felt it coming. “Who’s first?” I asked.
Amanda raised her hand. “Well, at least let me suck it until
it explodes,” said Karen, taking my cock from Amanda. She went
down deep, perhaps hoping I wouldn’t be able to contain myself,
She started working it, back and forth, faster and faster, when I
tapped her. “Hurry! Give it to Amanda.”
Amanda shoved her way in the mix again, opening wide, just in time
as I escaped Karen’s mouth and found hers, filling it with my
seed. I was practiced at this next part: holding the extra sperm that
was still in my balls. I pulled out of Amanda’s mouth and
shifted my cock to Karen. “Hurry,” I said. While she
swallowed, with her mouth tightly suctioned the head of my cock,
Karen just stared me down, shaking her head. She was so disappointed
in me.
She finally got off, and wiped her mouth, ensuring all was clean.
“Goddammit, I hate it that it tastes so good.” She began
unbuttoning her blouse immediately and looked to Amanda. That’s
when she noticed Amanda came prepared, wearing a blouse large enough
to “grow” into.
Karen knew the change was coming and was
desperately trying to get her bra off in time. I hated to see what
would happen to her already swollen, lactating, enormous tits.
Amanda’s suddenly popped into existence, filling her blouse.
She clapped with glee. “Heath would have loved this,” she
chuckled.
I silently mouthed, ‘See, it was her,’ to Karen, who
was more concerned with her awaiting disaster.
“What’s happening? Why aren’t mine growing?”
Karen began fondling herself, rubbing hard, even squeezing. She shook
them a time or two.
“That’s strange,” I said. “Amanda
swallowed first, but you weren’t far b