The Breastacular World of Richard King: Clara's Return

The Breastacular World of Richard King

by DDDave

Cleavage Redux (Clara's Return)

It was one of those warm fall days with just a hint of color in the leaves to remind you that summer was fading fast. As usual, almost all of the outdoor sidewalk tables at Nick's were occupied. The only table for four that was not fully occupied was held by a single young woman. Her back was toward us as I suggested to my friends that we ask if we could share.

And with that in mind we wound our way in and around the tables toward the only free seats in the place.

Freddie was in the lead and as he rounded the table he said "Miss, could we ... ah, ah..." and stopped dead in his tracks! We must have looked like the Three Stooges as Walt bumped into Freddie and I into Walt!

What none of us could have known from the back was that this young lady was a knockout. Dark red hair cut short to hug her features accented the contours of her face. Lightly applied makeup brought attention to her eyes without detracting from a very kissable mouth that was smiling in amusement at our clumsiness. But what had brought Freddie to an abrupt halt was from the neck down. There was a lot from the neck down.

Her maroon jacket revealed a white blouse with a modest, square cut neckline. Well, it appeared modest at first glance. Many inches below a simple string of pearls, two rich swells of creamy breast flesh peeped above the neckline, separated by one or two inches of deeply inviting cleavage.

"Hello, boys," she said as she looked at us, the amusement still in her eyes. "I'm afraid I'm waiting for someone," she started as she looked from one to the other of us.

"Richie? Richie? Oh my God, is that you, Richie?" She sprang out of her chair and gave me an enveloping hug which made me suddenly aware that she was very large breasted indeed! "Richie! Boys, sit down, please, join me!"

I was grabbed by the wrist and pulled to the chair. It was being tugged by the wrist that finally triggered my memory.

In astonishment, I gasped "Clara?"

"Clarissa!" she corrected. "I use Clarissa now. You wait right here while I get us all a drink. Pitcher of dark, okay?" and she was gone, not waiting for an answer. I watched her butt twitch as she headed to the bar. Amazingly small and tight for a woman of her otherworldly dimensions elsewhere. Every male eye was on her as she moved.

"Man do you know her? Who the hell is she?. You've never talked about her! What a stone fox! And did you get a load of the melons on her? Holy Christ. I've never seen such huge whoppers. Not even on the Internet! Well, aside from that babe that's been strutting around campus the last few weeks. And everyone thinks she's phony anyway." Walt was a boob man. And almost no one knew who Hillary was let alone that I was the one man Hillary was fucking on a regular basis. And that Hillary was very real indeed and still trying to get larger.

"T-Cups," I muttered under my breath.

"If those are teacups," Walt smiled "I can't wait to see what you consider jugs!"

I didn't bother to correct him as Clara, um, Clarissa, was wending her way back to us with a partially filled pitcher in one hand and four mugs of dark beer in the other. Her passage stirred heads the way a strong wind will affect a wheat field. She was still wearing her jacket. But there was no doubt that the ponderous, heavy movement under that jacket was the result of two improbably large breasts. If you looked (and every guy and some of the gals were looking) you could see the flutter of Clarissa's blouse caused by the bobbling movement of the immense amount of breast flesh that she proudly carried before her.

And that evident pride was a big change from when I had last seen her. She carried herself now with a confidence that was quite evident. Here was a woman who had an extravagantly opulent bosom and was not shy about letting people know it! A real change from the Clara I'd known, who habitually wore sport jacket, bib overalls and flannel shirts to disguise her munificence. As well as wrapping her bosom in a tube top to further hold down the bounty that Mother Nature had endowed her with.

Now, Clarissa was wearing undergarments that, while not perhaps emphasizing her bust, did nothing to diminish it either. It seemed that her search for a maker of proper fitting foundation garments had been successful!

Making eye contact with me as she approached, she shot me a wink.

When she reached the table she bent over to place her burden down. Her neck line gaped open revealing a chasm of cleavage between what looked to be the tops of two over inflated basketballs and several inches of a lace bra. I heard the sound of escaping air from both my companions as they gazed, mesmerized, at the sight before them.

Before straightening, Clarissa shot me another wink (nobody else was looking that far up!) and said. "Don't those look good, boys?"

"Wow, yeah," said Freddie and then blushed as red as a beet when he realized he'd spoken out loud.

"I just love a dark beer on a warm fall day," Clarissa continued, seemingly unaware of the effect of her double entendre. "The look of the condensation on the outside of the mug makes me thirsty." Her hand lightly stroked the side of the mug and she carried the condensation to her lips and lightly licked each finger while watching Freddie and Walt sweat.

I think they both were dangerously close to embarrassing themselves 'cause they grabbed the mug in front of them and buried their faces in their beer. The three of them carried on a halting conversation while I watched. Clarissa seemed to ignore me. But every movement she made was a provocation. She would lean forward to say something in confidence to one or the other which would result in both of them losing track of the conversation. She would touch them lightly on the sleeve or knee, she managed to somehow remind the guys with every word and gesture that they were in the presence of an ultra busty, sexually charged woman. Within minutes they had finished the pitcher and excused themselves.

Clarissa smiled up at both of them offering them her hand and one more glimpse of heaven. "I hope I see both of you boys sometime. Richie has the cutest friends," she purred. I thought Walt was going to dive in head first but he pulled himself together and left with Freddie; both of them whispering together as they left and shooting glances back as they walked down the street.

"Clara," I laughed, "you have really changed since that last time we were together!"

"Oh Richie. I told you I was going to change my life after that wonderful night. I owe you so much! You really opened my eyes! I feel so much freer now and so much more at ease with myself!"

"I'll say. You look fabulous, and the old Clara wouldn't have flirted with Freddie and Walt like you just did! Tell me what you've been up to. You've really changed. And you seem happy with the change. You really look different now," I declared, openly leering at her flabbergasting bosom. "Where did you go? When I woke up you were gone and I never saw you in class or anywhere for all this time."

Clarissa preened in front of me. My leer that would have completely flustered her back when we first met now caused her to glow . She leaned forward somewhat and by pressing her arms together presented me with a vista of creamy breast flesh, deep cleavage and a most capacious brassiere. It looked like it could shelter a family of immigrants in a rain storm.

"Well, for one thing, I've become much more comfortable with who I am and how I look. I have learned that many people like to look at a woman who is as well built as I am. And, I've found that I like them to look! In fact," she teased, as she compressed and released the pressure of her upper arms causing an epic movement within her blouse, "in fact, sometimes I encourage them to look. Just like now. Having you ogle me like this is getting me all warm and moist. Umm, I love that look in your eyes!"

Her smile was dazzling. She straightened up slowly, reluctantly.

"Listen, Rich, I told you I thought I was descended from witches when we were together that night. I was right. After you passed out and I, um, finished, I slipped out of the frat house. I started looking for my Aunt Helen the next day. Remember I told you that she was a practicing witch while my mom had given it up when she found Jesus? Well, it took me some time but I found her and she took me under her wing. She and her coven have been training me ever since. It turns out that I have quite a bit of potential as a witch."

"Yeah, I know," I said gesturing to my lap. There was a lump that stretched almost to my knee and was about as big around as Clarissa's wrist. I hoped I wouldn't spring a full blown hard on!

"Oh, Rich. I'm so sorry about that! If you like, I think that I could , um, ah, correct, what my unguided enthusiasm did to you. Has it ruined your life?" She asked with anguish in her eyes.

"By no means. In fact, I'm grateful to you in a way. I met a beautiful, wonderful woman who needed, um, me. We have had an open and honest relationship. I hope that when she achieves her goal that we may be able to pick up where we left off."

I realized with a start that I had just said out loud what I had been gradually coming to realize was the truth. Hillary was not the same person I had first met. But I still cared for her. If she could somehow become content within herself, I hoped that I could be a part of her life. It felt like a big if.

"I'm so glad!" Clarissa enthused. "Anyway, part of my training with the coven has been to unleash my sexuality — which will help to allow me to reach my full potential as a witch. I've been dedicating myself to total sexual happiness! Not just in myself, but in everyone I can reach. The more I do good in this way the more my powers and abilities expand.

"Aunt Helen explained to me that, way back when, a lot of women were labeled witches just because they were sexual in nature and unashamed of being a woman. You know, like in the early part of this century when a woman was called a nymphomaniac just because her sex drive was as strong or stronger than her partner! I try to reach out to everyone around me to make them aware of my and their own sexuality. Without repression, without guilt!"

"Well I must say you've certainly done that!" I said in admiration. "You had my two friends on the edge of their seats. I bet they were both on the verge of coming when they left here. You really have talent as a tease."

"I don't just tease. In fact, Freddie did have an orgasm. Didn't you notice? From his aura I'd say he is really fixated on large boobs. Walt is too, but he is more aware of that than Freddie. I may try to meet up with them later!"

Glancing downward, she lightly pushed her upper arms together and watched with evident pride as her massive swells surged into view over the neckline of her suddenly stressed blouse. I watched as stress lines formed leading from the erecting tips of her bosom to the sides of her revealed blouse.

"Right now there are five men and two women looking at me," she said softly without looking up. She relaxed. "I can always tell. It's part of my new purpose in life. To look for those who can use the help and release I can give them. It's all a part of my witchcraft."

"How do you mean?" I asked, wondering if I had been counted among the five men looking. And who were the two women?

"Much of my witchly powers," she continued to explain, "focus on sexuality. It's not that unusual. And I have been blessed with some strong psychic and physical skills as well as a body that most men, and many women, find alluring.

"Since you and I parted I have been learning to use all my attributes and skills to improve the sexuality of my fellow mankind. Not for power, for pleasure. Not for money — a good witch can make plenty of money without selling herself for sex. Not to mention the negative feed back that doing so would cause me!

"What I do is seek out those who need what I have to offer. One way is to offer myself as, well, I'd guess you'd call it bait. By flirting with your two friends I was able to help them to accept their own sexuality as well as mine. I have learned to focus the attention of those around me on me by using what I have been blessed with.

"I can intensify or lessen the attraction. If I want to be inconspicuous I can do so by slightly altering my posture and attitude as well as sort of 'dimming' my aura. If I want to attract attention I can radiate overt sexuality to the point that the susceptible who are within close range will become mesmerized and even achieve climax. I don't do that much anymore. It was a great training exercise though!

"Would you like to see what I can do?"

"Sure," I responded.

"Okay, see if you notice any difference in me now."

She did not move, just sat back in her chair as I continued to look at her.

Nothing happened and I was about to comment on that when I gradually became aware that I was getting erect. My penis which had returned to normal while we had chatted was slowly inflating. It seemed that her breasts were more prominent now. Her nipples were more in evidence than they had been. I thought I saw her breasts slowly shimmy and rock as she shifted position in her chair. As I looked at her I saw her slowly lick her lips. As I watched her small pink tongue caress her lower lip my dick leapt to attention as I imagined that soft moist appendage caressing my dick head.

I was at full attention when Clarissa snapped her fingers under the table. The sharp noise seemed to echo momentarily in my ears and then I felt a jolt run through me as if I had suddenly waken up.

"See? You were almost ready to cream your jeans when I stopped."

"Wow. And you can do that to anyone?"

"Almost. But usually I just try to get them in tune with me and see what may develop."

Clarissa slowly rose from her chair. Turning around in place she scanned the people in the area. As we had been quietly talking most of the attention that had arisen when Clarissa had fetched the beer had ebbed. Indeed, several tables nearby had been vacated and then claimed by new groups. For some reason her standing now did not draw any attention at all.

"Actually," she said as she returned to her seat, "I don't really have to see anyone to be able to scan them if they are close enough, about 40 or 50 feet at this point. But it still helps when I can look at them."

"What were you looking for?" I asked.

"Interest. Sexual interest in general, sexual interest in me specifically. It's always easier if there is a certain level of, well, call it arousal, for me to work with."

Pointing her chin to the right she asked. "Do you see that couple three tables over? The ones that seem to only have eyes for each other?"

I looked where she had directed. The girl was a petite brunette while the guy looked like a swimmer, tall, leanly muscled and athletic. They seemed to be deeply engrossed in each other.

"I see them. What about them?

"Irv and Mary. Well, from the information I've gleaned they are not quite the happy couple they seem. For one thing when I stood up they both noticed me but didn't want the other to know. He thinks I'm wearing falsies!" She giggled.

"Mary wishes she had larger breasts. She always feels that way when she sees a well built girl. She's seldom caught Irv looking but suspects he's interested. And he is, although he can't believe I'm all real." She giggled again. "And Mary's interest is as sexual as Irv's. She has always wondered what it would be like to be with a girl. Specifically one with very large breasts. She's thinking that if I really am as I seem that she has never imagined breasts could grow so large! And she's getting damp just imagining it." Again she giggled and smiled. "I've really become quite proud of my appearance, Rich!"

"Now Irv." She paused. "Double D. That's the largest busted woman he's had — not Mary — she's not even a C-cup. And it was a one night stand. Never saw her again. That could be part of his continued interest in busty women.

"But overall they both care for each other very much. They are nice kids.

"Well, if I can get them to come over here I should be able to help them both. I don't want to go to them, it's better if they approach me at least at first."

"Clarissa, I don't understand. What can you do to help them?"

"Well. First I can satisfy both their curiosity about what it would be like to make love to a woman with large breasts."

"More like immense!" I responded, remembering the sight of Clarissa's breasts as they rolled into my sight that night long ago.

"Well, whatever. You know what I mean." She smiled at me. And once again proudly waggled her massive mounds in my direction. "Secondly, I can help Mary achieve what she has privately yearned for, a large, firm, well shaped bosom that will be everything Irv has ever lusted after. It will bind them together even more closely.

"Right now I'm trying to learn to focus myself so that I don't have to affect everyone in sight. Rich, if this works, I'm going to leave with Mary and Irv. But I really want to see you again. Here's my number." She scribbled on the napkin and pushed it at me. "Please call me, Rich? I really want to catch up on your life, too.

"But now I need to ask you to move to that other table. People won't likely come on to me if I'm with someone. That's why I started to blow off your friend when he approached me earlier. But I'll be sure to include you in what I'm doing so you will be aware of it all. I want to know what you think later!"

She leant over the table, pushing her left tit against my arm and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm so glad we met again," she whispered. "And remember, if you want King Dong here brought back to normal dimensions, I may be able to help." She affectionately squeezed my dick which immediately started to come to attention in response.

"Later." She smirked. "We'll see if you still like to grow bigger for Clara later." She let out a tinkle of laughter as I flinched and pulled away. No way did I want that to start happening again.

"No fear, Rich. I have that under control. It only happens now when both I and my partner want it to. I've found that most men are quite happy with what God dealt them although I could tell you a story or two. Now shoo and watch a real witch cast a spell!"

So I picked up my mug and moved to the table Clarissa had indicated. I sat and nursed my beer for a few minutes. Nothing seemed to be happening. But gradually I found that it took an effort to remove my attention from Clarissa. The light hit her deep auburn hair casting glints that seemed to highlight her. Her movements as she shifted in her chair were languid.

Her jacket, which she had never completely unbuttoned, seemed to cup her preternaturally lavish bosom more closely. And it seemed to have become some how silkier. It now closely followed the contours beneath. Irv and Mary were both casting frequent glances at Clarissa. Neither one seemed to realize that they shared an interest in a wonderfully overblown redhead seated two tables away from them.

Clarissa shifted her weight and crossed one leg over the other. She repeated the motion which caused her hem to ride up a little over her knee. She shifted again, seeming to be uncomfortable. Glancing around she seemed oblivious to the duo who were watching her now openly while holding hands above the table.

Twisting her shoulders Clarissa seemed to be trying to work out a kink in her back. The twisting motion imparted a rhythmic undulation in her breasts which were just brushing the edge of the table as she moved.

Now she unbuttoned her jacket and after a long pause she fanned open the lapels as if she was warm. I was certainly getting warm. And I could see that Clarissa was having a profound affect on both Mary and Irv. The flapping jacket disclosed and then hid Clarissa's massive bosom which, despite practically resting in her lap, managed to project a feeling of buoyancy.

As Clarissa leaned forward in the act of removing her jacket her breasts did indeed rest heavily on her upper thighs.

"Dear, I've got to go to the ladies room," said Mary suddenly, sliding her hand free of Irv's and rising from her seat. "Now don't go away," she chided as she set off toward the bathroom.

Just as she was passing Clarissa's table she stumbled and seemed to twist her ankle on the patio stones. With a tiny shriek she clutched at the back of Clarissa's chair and almost fell over.

With a quick gasp of pain she sank into the chair next to Clarissa.

"My ankle, ohh," she moaned.

In a flash Irv was behind her chair looking down with concern at his girlfriend.

"Oh, dear," said Clarissa. "These flagstones can be so uneven. Are you all right? Let me see your ankle!" And so saying she leaned over, unconcerned with the vista presented to both Mary and Irv and gently grasped Mary's leg. Neither Irv nor Mary were looking at Mary's ankle!

With a sensuous caress Clarissa lifted Mary's leg into her lap and bent over it in concern, flashing me a quick smile as she tucked her loose hair behind one ear. Bent over as she was, she continued to present a gaping neckline. I was sure that both of them could see most of her upper chest as she leaned over Mary's leg. And Mary's foot was buried up to the ankle in Clarissa's cleavage! Clarissa gently prodded the ankle and lower leg that rested on her thigh. Mary's skirt had slid up almost to her crotch but she made no effort to readjust it.

Without moving her upper body Clarissa looked up at Irv who was gazing raptly at a point about eighteen inches above his girlfriends ankle where Clarissa's cleavage disappeared into her mammoth bra.

"Do you have a car?"

"Uh, huh? Oh, ah, let me, yeah, yeah, I parked down the street." Irv stammered in lust induced confusion as he jerked his gaze up out of Clarissa's blouse. And then his eyes slid right back.

"Well I don't think its broken or badly sprained but I don't think your friend should walk on it very far. Why don't you get the car and I'll help... what's your name, my dear?

Mary seemed to have the same difficulty that had afflicted Irv.

My ... muh..Mary. I'm Mary. This is Irv. What is your name?"

"Clarissa"

"I'll get the car," said Irv as he reluctantly backed away.

Clarissa was still slowly caressing Mary's lower leg. Mary's foot seemed to be tunneling further out of sight, her toes wiggling as they went. Clarissa reached forward with both hands and stroked Mary's knee.

"Do you feel any pain here?" she asked. She waited patiently while Mary considered the question. Mary's leg was now engulfed between two herculean breasts half way up to the knee as Clarissa continued leaning forward. I noticed that Clarissa was in fact slowly sliding her breasts back and forth on Mary's leg. Mary leaned back in her chair and moaned as her eyes drifted shut.

"I can't believe how that feels!" she sighed.

"Oh, honey, don't worry. The pain will pass," consoled Clarissa. I never thought for an instant that Mary was talking about her "injury".

"Here, let's get you up. Is that Irv's car?"

"Yeah, oh, it still hurts."

"Poor dear. Here lean on me." Clarissa directed Mary's arm around her waist and put her own arm behind Mary's back and under her opposite arm. This had the effect of pulling Mary tightly against the side of Clarissa's vast bosom. As they passed me, Mary allowed her head to slump against Clarissa's shoulder. I am sure that Clarissa was aware that Mary was now staring in wondering awe down her blouse. And Clarissa's cork sized nipples were now clearly evident surging against her bra and blouse, one being crushed against Mary's side again and again as they worked their way to the waiting car. Mary's hand seemed to be constantly slipping up into Clarissa's armpit as she explored the wide side panel of Clarissa's bra.

As I discreetly followed them out I vowed to call Clarissa the next day to see how they all got along. And to find out how she had been able to help Irv and Mary.

That evening Hillary broke the news to me. When it rains, it pours. She had gone to meet with Ms LeFaye at her office that afternoon while I was having a beer with the boys and Clarissa.

"I spent a lot of time with Ms LeFaye this afternoon. I don't know any other way to say this, Richard. I'm leaving. This town isn't big enough for me to achieve my goal. According to Ms LeFaye, my pendant is best charged by men lusting after me for the first time. I've been seen by almost every man in this town by now. The pendant works much slower now because of that. If I want to get larger quickly, I've got to get a larger audience. Men who have not seen me before.

"So I've contacted an agent. Remember that guy that approached me after the wet T-shirt contest I won a while back? Well, I called him this afternoon and told him I'd been growing and that I was interested in his offer now. I took a Polaroid of me in a bikini and faxed him a copy. He called me back within minutes! He wanted to be sure that it was really all me and not a joke. Well I told him it was all me and that I'd not a drop of silicone in me. He didn't believe me. So I'm going to see him in person. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow!

"Once he sees that it is all me I'm going out on the tour. I'll be the biggest busted girl on the exotic dance circuit. I should make more than a thousand dollars a night once I'm known, and every stop will allow me to increase in size. I'm going to be the biggest thing to ever hit the runways in these towns! I'll be a Level III in no time at all!"

I was stunned. Hillary was going to become a stripper? Just so she could get bigger boobs? Was that all that mattered in her life? She seemed oblivious to my reaction. The fact that she was going to be able to increase her bust size was all that seemed to matter to her. My feelings didn't even enter into her thoughts. Our relationship seemed unimportant in comparison to her being able to increase her breast size.

She flew into the bedroom to start packing throwing over her shoulder, "Oh, you can keep the apartment. You practically live here now anyway."

It was indeed time for some changes, I thought.

The next morning found me ringing the bell of the neatly kept apartment that Clarissa called home. I had spent a fairly sleepless night wrestling with my thoughts about Hillary, Clarissa and a lot of other things. I still cared for Hillary. I wondered if she could care for me. Or anyone else. Her maniacal devotion to expanding her boobs had gone far beyond what I had anticipated. It had been one of those rare nights when we did not make love.

After the third ring the door swung open to the limit that the security chain allowed and an eye peeked out at me.

"Oh, Richard, you are here. Please come in. Wait, hang on." The door closed and then was swung wide by Clarissa. "Won't you come in?"

I suppose that the human mind can have an almost endless capacity to be surprised. I mean, I'd seen a lot of big tits in the last several months. Both Hillary and Toh had vastly larger breasts than Clarissa. But there is something to be said for presentation. Hillary and Toh could have learned something from Clarissa. She stood patiently holding the door open while I took in the sight of her... in a crocheted bikini. Now understand, the cups were certainly large enough. I mean it wasn't as if she was spilling out of the sides. Or bottom. Or top. But it was a loosely crocheted bikini. There was Clarissa showing through everywhere! In fact, as I watched, her nipples perked up and peeked out through the cups. The bottom, I noticed, was more tightly knit.

"Won't you come in?" She repeated.

"Come in? Uh, sure. Sorry!" I was blushing furiously as I entered her apartment.

"I'm glad you came. I'm almost ready for you. Sit with me in the kitchen while I finish up, okay?" Clarissa had lost none of her boundless enthusiasms that I remembered were so much a part of her. The look had changed and probably a lot of other things as well, but she could still chatter on!

We moved into the small kitchen area. On the other side of the pass-thru was the dining area and attached living room. I could also see out onto the small patio and across the common area to another apartment building.

Bubbling on the stove was a small saucepan containing what looked like guacamole. With lumps.

"How did you know I was coming?" I thought to ask. "I didn't make up my mind until late last night."

"We witches have our ways," giggled the busty young witch as she stirred the concoction in the saucepan. "It's almost done I think. It should be ready in a few minutes. I got the recipe from my coven's old books. It promises to be just what you wanted. It will return you to a perfect size. That's what you want, right?"

"Well, yes..." I started.

"Why don't you have a seat up in the loft?."

"So how did it go last night?" I called as I settled down in a bean bag chair.

"Last night? Oh, with Irv and Mary? It went wonderfully! If there is one thing I like better than seeing a guy sucking on my big titties, it's watching a guy and a girl each working on one! It turned out that both of them had had some fantasies about a threesome with a busty young girl. I was more than glad to help them fulfill some of those fantasies! They were here for hours. And Mary is going to find that she needs some new, larger bras in the not too distant future. And I know Irv's going to love it!"

Suddenly the apartment was filled with a wonderful aroma of fresh mown grass and salt sea air.

"There, it's done now." Clarissa bustled out of the kitchen with the saucepan in her hand. She hurried up the stairs to join me in the loft.

"First we should see what I have to work with. So slip out of those pants, honey. Let me see what I did to you that night."

From somewhere, Clarissa had produced a tailor's measuring tape."You know, yours was the first cock I ever saw. But that night isn't as clear in my memory as I might wish. I'd had a little too much to drink I think."

Actually she had had a lot too much to drink as I remembered it.

"And I know that some of my latent power allowed me to 'wish' you larger each time we made love, but I don't really remember how big you became. So I want to make measurements. And in order for them to be meaningful you need to get an erection!" She leaned back on her heels in front of me and shimmied her shoulders. Her massive breasts leaped and tossed in response, almost slipping free from the cups of her bikini top.

"I remember showing my tits to you that night. I was drunk. And a little scared. I thought that you wouldn't like them. I'd never believed that large breasts were attractive to men before I saw the pinups in your frat house. I'll never forget how your eyes bugged out that night. It was such a revelation to me. Now I know that lots of men like big tits. And I'm proud that my boobs are so large.

"Do you like my big boobies, Rich? Do you like it when I shake 'em back and forth? Do you like to see me mash them together like this with my arms?" Her cleavage leaped upward under the pressure from her forearms. "Does your dick get harder when I lean forward with my hands on my knees and push them together with my arms like this? Ooohh! You do like it! Look how big you prick is now! You better slip out of those pants before you bust your britches!"

She was right. I was getting hard fast and if I didn't get out of these pants soon I would have trouble. I undid my belt buckle and started to struggle out of my jeans. Being in the bean bag chair made this more difficult than it may sound. But with her help I was soon naked from the waist down.

My dick was not completely hard. It sagged over my left hip, the head resting on the vinyl covering of the chair.

Clarissa scooted forward and sat on my right thigh while reaching for my rod with one hand. "Boy, what a beauty! It's larger than I remember. And you found a girl that really likes this large dick? Lucky boy. There aren't a lot of women who could accommodate one this big!"

"I know," I muttered. "But Hillary really gets off on making love with me and doesn't seem to have any trouble accommodating me."

"Well, I can tell that it is not quite up to full strength yet and I want you at full tilt when I measure you." So saying, Clarissa dropped the tape measure on the floor at her side. Leaning forward a little she reached behind herself and untied the string holding the bikini together. Quickly she pulled the cups up and over her head. The resulting release of her breasts allowed them to swing freely back and forth over my groin like vastly large bell clappers. With an almost audible snap my dick sprang to attention at full strength between her breasts and was immediately enveloped in her warm cleavage as her breasts stopped swaying back and forth. The light friction was enough to pull my foreskin back and forth over the glans of the head two or three times which brought my dick to its fullest erection at once.

"There, "Clarissa said as she cradled her breasts with both arms, pinning my dick between her boobs, "now you are as erect as possible! Lets see what the tape says."

Quickly she sat up straight and grabbed the measure. Placing one end at the juncture of my abdomen and penis she ran the tape up and peered at the intersection of the tip of my dick with the tape.

"Just under fifteen inches. Very impressive. And the girth is, umm, nine inches. That would be a diameter of, oh, almost three inches. And Hillary took this with pleasure. She must be a big girl!"

"Well, now, you want to return to more nearly ideal dimensions, right. Okay, then what we have to do is to anoint your cock with this potion. And then you have to have an orgasm. The treatment will work better if you do not ejaculate until after all of the poultice had been applied and absorbed into your skin."

As Clarissa finished saying this she grabbed a large handful of the still bubbling mixture from the sauce pan and smeared it onto my cock. It was not, as I had feared, boiling hot. In fact it seemed to be almost the same temperature as my skin.

Using both hands, Clarissa rubbed up and down my shaft as the green goo was slowly absorbed into my skin. It felt somehow both cool and tingly while seeming to cause my dick to feel warm and the blood to pulse more strongly through my body. Another handful was applied. And then another. The constant caressing and rubbing was building me toward a peak of ecstasy. I fought the urge to come as there was still more of the material to be applied.'

"Remember, Richie. Don't come until I've applied all of the solution!"

Another handful was applied. More rubbing and stroking. Clarissa made sure to coat my entire scrotum as well. A feeling of pressure was building up with in me as the contrasting feelings of warmth and coolness surged thru my groin. I could feel my dick pulsing and throbbing stronger than I could ever remember it in the past.

Clarissa used her fingers to clean out the last of the green goo from the saucepan and applied it to the head of my dick. Working her hands on my dick head the way a pitcher works a new baseball, she soon had all of the potion absorbed into my head, shaft and ball sack. The feeling was incredible. I'd never felt such an intense and contradictory series of sensations. I felt like I had to come. But I felt like I could not. My groin was at once hot, cold, calm and tingly. My shaft was pulsing with the beating of my heart; growing larger and relaxing in Clarissa's grip.

"You can come any time," Clarissa panted as she kept up her manipulations of my dick.

"I want to. Really. But I feel like I can't. It hurts so good," I moaned.

"Let's see if this helps any."

Clarissa leaned back over me and once again enveloped my shaft in her cleavage.

Pressing her boobs together with her hands and arms she squeezed my dick hard with her boobs. The tip of my dick remained in sight while the bulk of the shaft was caressed by intoxicatingly warm breast flesh.

"Pinch my nipples, Richard, pinch 'em hard for me. Squeeze my big boobs. I need you to come for me. Please. Come for me!"

I grabbed her boobs eagerly and caressed and pinched them and their nipples while Clarissa continued to pound up and down, her boobs mashing themselves against my hip bones and upper thighs on the down stroke and enveloping my dick head on the up stroke.

Slowly I felt an increasing pressure in my balls build up and up.

"Oh, Goddamn that feels good," I moaned. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking CUM! LOOK OUT! I'm COMMING!"

As I felt the first wad of cum boil up out of my balls and start up the shaft of my dick I arched my back so far that I was supported only by my heels and my shoulders. Clarissa, with her breasts still pressed tight around my erupting dick was now sitting upright with the head of my dick just slightly above her eye level.

"Oh god, oh, god oh god" I moaned.

She continued to force her tits up and down the shaft of my dick as I howled through my release. Wad after wad after huge wad spurted from the head of my dick only to be followed by yet more eruptions. I was teetering on my shoulders and heels while continuing to erupt. The feelings surpassed anything I had ever felt before. I felt like every organ in my body was turning to liquid and being ejaculated.

Clarissa allowed her breasts to drop and grabbed my dick with both hands. I kept coming and she kept milking more and more jizm from my throbbing dick. Finally, I slumped back on the bean bag chair, exhausted. As Clarissa let go of my dick it fell to my stomach, completely lifeless. My formerly massive dick resembled a worm on the sidewalk after a summer rain.

"That was incredible. I've never come like that in my life. I was afraid I was never going to stop." I moaned.

"Wow," responded Clarissa. "That was one of the most exciting things I've ever seen." She was still slowly caressing my now shriveled shaft as we spoke. A few more dribbles of come oozed from my cock tip to rest on my thigh as she gradually stopped caressing my dick.

"I should have spread out a drop cloth," she giggled surveying the loft. There were wads of my cum all around us on the floor as well as all over the chair, Clarissa and myself.

I was just starting to regain my breath.

"Now let's see what result we had," Clarissa smiled up at me from between my legs.

"I don't think I've got another erection in me," I panted, still recovering from the incredible orgasm I'd just had.

"Oh, Richard. I know better than that," said Clarissa. "I bet you're back at full strength in just a few minutes. Besides, I got awfully horny watching you cum like a firehose! So I want you to just relax and let me see what I can do for you."

With that her head dipped and she slurped up the head of my dick. I thought I'd go through the roof. My dick was so sensitive that it hurt to have her mouth on my dick. But that feeling was gone almost as soon as I'd realized it. Within seconds it felt great!

Clarissa's tongue gently caressed the head of my glans and within moments I felt a stiffening return. Clarissa smiled up at me as she removed my penis from her mouth.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" she said. She leaned up on one elbow and cradled her giant tit in her hand. Still grinning at me she began to slap at her nipple with my dickhead. I thrilled to see shock waves ripple outward in her boob flesh.

Her nipple grew hard and puffy and within seconds I was stiffening up nicely. I couldn't believe how quickly I recovered my strength. As Clarissa once again bent over to ingest the tip of my cock, I dropped my head back on the bean bag chair.

A moment later I felt Clarissa fumbling around with my dick and she then announced: "Just a fraction under seven inches! It worked, Richie, it worked! See?"

Struggling to raise my head I peered down my body at Clarissa who was smiling proudly at me and brandishing my cock with her left hand. It seemed to be true, I was now less than half as long as it had been a few minutes before. It looked like an average cock.

"I think it's perfect, Richie!" And without another word, Clarissa leapt astride me and sank onto my dick with a grateful moan of enjoyment. Within moments we were locked once more into a cadence of thrust and counterthrust. Clarissa's boobs bounced and shook above me as we continued to fuck enthusiastically until her moans rose to a crescendo. Her culmination triggered mine and I spurted strongly into her.

As I left Clarissa's apartment I was thankful that I was finally restored to a more "normal" endowment. But I was also somewhat concerned about Hillary's reaction. She might not be as pleased with the results of my afternoon's efforts as I was.

I hoped that the repercussions would not be too severe.

To be Continued

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