The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Look At Her

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“Just look at her!” Phil gasped, eyes virtually popping out of his head.

I already was. She was slim, probably no more than five foot two with shoulder length light brown hair. And breasts. Really, really enormous breasts.

“What the...” Phil continued to stare, too stunned to speak coherently.

She was still at least a hundred yards away, further up the hill but heading in our direction. Campus was quiet at this time in the morning and the two of us were her only audience. Even at this distance, her t-shirt encased bosom could be clearly seen bouncing with each step she took down the hill. Each breast must easily have been the size of her head, if not larger.

“Who is she?” Phil whispered, “We can’t have missed someone like her.”

Thirty yards away and suddenly a smile spread across her face and she waved in our direction. Too stunned to react, we continued to gawp.

“Danny? Hey, Danny!” she cried.

Phil tore his eyes from the beauty and looked at me with incredulity. “You know her?”

The voice sounded familiar, and as she grew closer I could see that yes, I did know her. Katie. My first university kiss. We’d shared a floor in our Halls of Residence; dated for a few weeks.

“Katie?” I wheezed as she reached us. She leant straight in for a hug and the velvety softness of her breasts crushed into me for the longest three seconds of my life.

“How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in ages!” she cried. Her blue eyes looked into mine with no suggestion that she knew we’d been ogling her the entire time.

“Yeah... er... good, thanks. You?”

“Not bad thanks. Glad when the exams are over though, you know?”

Phil coughed.

“Oh... er... this is Phil. He does Geography too,” I said, my eyes not leaving her face, desperately fighting the urge to glance down.

She smiled and waved at Phil, who, I knew, was hoping for a hug too.

“So you guys on your way to lectures?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Well, I’d better be going or I’ll be late for mine,” she said and smiled. “Hey, can I get your number again Danny? It’d be good to catch up.”

“Of course!” I said, slightly more loudly than I intended. She dialled my number straight into her phone and, with another intoxicatingly pillowy hug, was on her way.

Silence.

Then, “YOU KNOW HER?” Phil cried in amazement. “How do you know her and I do NOT know her? How is that possible? How can you not have mentioned her?”

Phil and I had met in lectures near the beginning of our degrees, and now, nearly at the end of our second year, we were close friends.

“I’m sure I mentioned Katie. We’d probably broken up before I really knew you though.”

“You broke up with her? How do you break up with a girl like that?” Phil was very animated even for him. “How do you break up with a girl with tits like that?”

“She wasn’t... she didn’t...”

“Freaking huge! Seriously mate, her bra must be specially engineered. Are they real?”

“I dunno,” I said. And that was the thing. Katie had been a normal girl when I knew her. Not that she wasn’t normal now, but she didn’t have the ridiculously over-sized chest. Otherwise, she looked the same. Same blue eyes, freckles, bewitching smile.

“What were they like?” Phil was almost pleading for a positive report.

“They weren’t that big when we dated. Just normal. I dunno, we never really got that far, if you know what I mean.”

“Fake then,” Phil sighed. “Shame. Still, I wouldn’t say no.”

“Have you ever said no to anyone?”

Phil ignored me. “I wasn’t exactly looking at her face, but she did have a big nose on her, didn’t she?”

Typical Phil. No girlfriend, nor in the entire time I’d known him, but still talking the talk.

“Still, I could put up with a big nose for those tits... I wonder why she did it,” Phil said. “Not getting enough attention from the boys?”

“They can’t be fake,” I said, shaking my head. “What girl would do that to herself? That’s something porn stars do.”

Phil’s eyes lit up. “You think...”

“No! She is not a porn star!”

There was a cough from behind us and I knew the third member of our little trio had arrived.

“Talking about porn again, Phil?” Anna asked sternly, eyebrow cocked.

Phil rolled his eyes.

“About time you got here. Come on, we’re going to be late,” I said.

We began our hike up the steep main road of campus, towards the 1960s concrete and glass monstrosity of a building which housed our usual lecture theatre. We wouldn’t be late, we were almost religiously early. Every day, same routine – meet at the bottom of the hill, walk up and then chat in the building’s small cafe until it was time to be bored for an hour.

“So why were you objectifying women this time?” Anna asked. This was one of her traditional opening gambits.

“We met an old girlfriend of Danny’s.”

“And?”

“She had HUGE tits.”

Anna glared at him.

“Ok, breasts,” Phil said with a grin.

“I think I passed her, actually,” Anna said. This was unusual; she wouldn’t normally admit to noticing such things. Still, Katie’s chest was certainly unusual. “She was very well endowed. I was impressed with her posture, considering.”

“They’re fake though,” said Phil. “Must be. She didn’t have them when Danny knew her.”

“Poor woman,” Anna said.

“Why? It was her choice, wasn’t it?” Phil asked.

“In essence yes, most likely. But what are the underlying reasons for her decision? Is she a product of the overly sexualised male-orientated view of femininity?”

“You mean she wants men to look at her?”

“Yes, or at least, she thinks she wants men to look at her because that is what society has told her is her role as a woman.”

“That doesn’t sound like Katie to me,” I said.

Anna looked at me. I didn’t often intervene in their arguments.

“She’s just a nice, normal girl,” I continued. “When we went out she was never... you know... slutty or anything. She wanted to go slow and just spend time together.”

“Ah, so that’s why you dumped her,” Phil laughed.

“No. Actually, we just kind of drifted apart. We didn’t argue or anything, just somehow split up without either of us needing to say so.”

“Obviously didn’t fancy you,” Phil said, “was just taking pity.”

“Besides,” I said, “she wasn’t exactly flaunting her body just now either, was she? Yes, they were very large, but they weren’t out on show. At least, no more than they had to be, being so... large.”

“Can we please stop saying how large her breasts were?” Anna said.

“Don’t be jealous now Anna,” Phil said, deliberately glancing down at Anna’s chest for effect. She was actually a very similar build to Katie, probably even slimmer, and had the kind of boobs you’d expect on a woman her size, not a pair more akin to basketballs.

“I am quite comfortable with my body, thank you Phil,” she replied. “We don’t all need male attention for validation of our femininity.” That was irrelevant though – whether she needed it or not, Anna got it. Her light blonde hair framed a small face with large brown eyes and a full, perfectly proportioned mouth. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in the time we’d known her, and I sometimes wondered if she hung around with us because she knew we’d never have the nerve to ask her out. She wasn’t particularly popular with other women either, although whether that was through choice or her rather domineering nature I wasn’t sure.

“I wouldn’t mind some female attention though,” Phil said.

Anna cracked a rare smile. “They would mind though, Phil. They would mind.”

Having finally made it up the tortuous hill, Phil and I sat on a picnic bench outside, enjoying the rare sunshine. Anna went to get a coffee; she didn’t ever offer to get us one, that was too much like woman’s work.

“Started the essay yet?” Phil asked.

“Nah, plenty of time yet,” I said, checking my phone for messages.

“True enough. Was thinking...” Phil faded out.

I glanced up from my phone. Phil was gazing over my shoulder. Knowing he was probably gazing at some poor girl’s attributes, I returned to my phone.

“Budge up Danny,” Anna said, returning with her coffee.

I scooted over without comment and finished up the quick email I was sending.

“What?” Anna cried in exasperation.

Looking up, I first caught sight of Phil’s face, which was warped into a look of pure shock, and then Anna. My mouth fell open and a sound like a mewling cat poured out.

“What the hell?” Anna said. “What’s got into you?”

“You... Your...” Phil gasped.

“Yes Phil, I can see where you’re looking. I have breasts. We have been through this many times. I will not be objectified!”

“But... but...”

Anna raised an eyebrow.

Phil glanced briefly at me for help before his eyes flicked back. My own eyes had frozen so I knew exactly what he was going through. Literally resting on the picnic bench beside me, too large to hang naturally, were Anna’s enormous breasts. At least the size of basketballs, they sat there, comfortably wrapped in the same yellow t-shirt she had been wearing all morning. And massive.

“I don’t believe this!” Anna cried. “You too, Danny? Stop looking at my breasts!”

My eyes snapped away at last.

“But... but what happened?” I asked.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your breasts. They’re huge!”

The slap came immediately. “I don’t know what you two are up to, but I’m not putting up with it.” Anna said, standing. I couldn’t help but notice how her breasts bounced as she did so. Two, three, four times. “I’m going to sit on my own.” She turned on her heel and stormed into the building.

Silence. This was getting weird.

“What the...?” Phil began.

“I know mate, I know,” I said.

“They were real, she wasn’t just putting us on. They bounced and everything.”

I felt slightly guilty that we’d both noticed it, knowing how Anna would hate that, but I nodded.

“But how? How?” he said.

I couldn’t even begin to think how it had happened. How does a girl with normal breasts suddenly have ridiculously huge breasts a couple of minutes later?

“Do you think... Katie?” I said.

“You mean, same thing as her?”

“Yeah. Not fake, just something... weird.”

“Anyone else?” Phil asked and immediately leapt to his feet to scan the surrounding areas, but all the nearby breasts seemed relatively normal.

“Did she even know?” I said.

“What, that they’ve grown?”

“I dunno. That they’ve grown? Or that they’re even that big?”

“How can she not know?”

“I dunno! But how can this even happen for crying out loud?!” I cried, “It’s like a strange dream.”

“Not a bad dream though, let’s be honest,” Phil smirked.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Look, we’d better get in there or we’ll be late.”

We entered the lecture theatre and found seats near the back. Anna was sitting at the furthest end of the middle row, alone. There weren’t many other men on our course, but a couple had already arrived and it was clear from their animation that they had noticed the new additions to our group. Luckily they were sitting a fair way from Anna and were keeping their voices down – her reputation went before her and they knew what they’d get if she thought they were talking about her.

The lecture began. I have to admit I paid little attention, my eyes kept being drawn over to the huge mounds filling out Anna’s t-shirt. Her breasts were again resting pertly on the desk in front of her, too large to fit in the narrow seating. My eyes weren’t alone either – probably half the eyes in the room were looking at her at any one time, and our lecturer was certainly finding it difficult to keep his eyes averted.

But what about that t-shirt? It was one she wore often, simple yellow with a couple of white stripes on the arms. It was just a normal t-shirt, tight enough to reveal her form but nowhere near tight enough to show it off. So how on earth did it now hold two basketball sized orbs of flesh so comfortably? And her bra? She was clearly still wearing one, half a strap was visible peeking out of the right shoulder of her top.

What was that? She was reaching for her pocket. Her phone.

My phone vibrated. A text.

‘So what’s going on with you? I expect it from Phil.’

‘I’m sorry. I was just surprised, that’s all.’

‘Surprised by what?’

‘You know.’

‘All I know is I’m getting really pissed off!’

‘Sorry.’

‘Ok. But you know I don’t want to be judged by the size of my breasts, I’ve had that since I was sixteen.’

‘Sorry.’

‘I can’t help that they’re big and I don’t need my friends making fun of them.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Ok. And I’m sorry for how I reacted. But you KNOW how it gets me. Coffee after? Tell Phil.’

‘Sure.’

So, she knew that they were big and thought she’d always had them. This was getting stranger and stranger. Discreetly I showed Phil through the texts and before we knew it the lecture was over.

Making sure Phil knew he had to behave, we headed out to meet Anna, who was waiting for us at the building entrance. She was frowning, but not at us this time.

“Chauvinist pigs,” she muttered as we joined her. Some of the men clearly hadn’t kept their admiration for her new chest sufficiently well hidden.

“Take it as a compliment,” Phil suggested, fixing his eyes into a gaze half way down the street, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to look elsewhere. I followed suit.

“But it’s not a compliment!” Anna spat. “They’re judging me purely on how I look. I have a brain, I’m smart. I’m a person with feelings and emotions and thoughts, I’m not just a body to be leered and gawked at!”

“They’re not saying you don’t have those things,” I said.

“Yeah, right! How often do men catcall a woman for her brains? Or her sense of humour? Men see breasts and they think about sex. The end.”

“Sorry again about earlier,” Phil said. I was surprised by his sensitivity.

“That’s ok. I know you didn’t mean it, I guess I’m just having a bad day.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re very brainy and smart, and I admire your many emotions, feelings and thoughts,” Phil said.

Anna laughed.

“Just a shame you’re butt ugly...”

Anna playfully punched him on the arm and laughed again. Phil had played it well.

“So, coffee?” he asked.

“Oh damn! Just remembered I promised my house mate I’d get home as soon as I could,” Anna moaned.

“Ah well then, see you tomorrow morning,” I said, and we parted ways with her at the bottom of the hill.

“Nice one,” I said to Phil as we wandered on, “you did well there.”

“Thanks. I can’t work out what’s going on though, this is like make believe or something.”

I nodded.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

‘Want to meet for a drink tonight? Katie x’

I grinned. “Think I’ve got me a date tonight.”

Phil groaned. “How do you do it?” Then he perked up. “I demand a sneaky picture or two. It is Katie, right?”

“Yep. And no, don’t be ridiculous. No photos.”

Katie was already there when I walked into the bar. She was dressed in a strappy light pink top that somehow did an excellent job of hiding the majority of her cleavage, and a mid length skirt.

“Hey,” I said, approaching with a hand on her back and a quick peck on her cheek.

“Hi!” she said. “Drink?”

I sorted drinks for the pair of us and we found a table. I noticed that she had a similar problem to Anna when she pulled her chair close to the table and her breasts were forced to rest on top. I quickly averted my eyes, but it wasn’t easy with the table now pushing the tops of her breasts ever closer to her neck.

“So how’ve you been?” I asked.

“Good, good. It’s been ages, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, too long.”

A pause.

“Do you ever think about us? I mean... Sorry, I didn’t know mean to bring it up,” she looked away.

“That’s ok, because yeah, I do. I really liked you, still do. I’m not really sure what happened.”

“It was my fault, I was scared of getting too close to you. I just wasn’t really ready for a relationship, not with anyone.”

“But you are now?” my heart was beating quickly.

“I think so. You know, I haven’t dated anyone since you. Just to show I’m not talking a load of rubbish.”

“I didn’t think you were! And... I haven’t either.”

She smiled and looked up at me. “So maybe we could give it another shot? I’m ready now.”

“I’d like that.”

A couple of hours passed of general chit chat and getting to know each other again, a much more relaxed atmosphere fell over us and we grew rather tipsy as we drank.

“You’re such a... a gentleman, Danny,” Katie slurred. “You haven’t looked at my boobs once tonight. Not once! And that’s all that other guys do. All the time!”

“They do?” I asked innocently. I think I could hold my alcohol better than she could.

“Yeah. I mean, I know they’re bloody huge and everything, but that’s not my fault! I don’t mind men looking at them either, but I want them to know I’m a real person too. Sometimes they don’t look at my face once!”

I made a sympathetic sound, not really knowing what to say. I made sure my eyes were fixed on her face. Guiltily I studied her nose and had to accept that yes, Phil was right, it was rather big. How hadn’t I noticed before? Still, it had a certain elegance about it.

“You’re such a good listener,” she smiled. “I know I’m a bit drunk and everything, but maybe, one day... one day, you might get to see my boobs properly.”

I definitely didn’t want to respond to that. I mean, I did. I really, really did want to stand up and shout a very positive response, but I was too scared that what I’d say would mess everything up. So I just smiled. Not too much.

“Listen, I’d better get going,” Katie said. “I didn’t mean to drink this much and I’ve got exams to work for.”

“Sure. Well, it’s been great getting to know you again. I’ll call you!”

“You’d better,” she smiled.

I walked her to the door, her arm draped carelessly around my back, but she insisted she would get home herself. It was only a minute or two away and I let her go.

The next morning I told Phil all about it while we waited for Anna and he seemed even more excited than I did. Anna arrived and we headed to the lecture theatre. It was a much colder day again and we were well wrapped up in coats – I couldn’t help but notice that Anna’s usual coat had no problems holding her new chest. Nothing about this made any sense, but somehow the clothes got to me even more than the rest.

Phil and I found a seat inside while Anna fetched her coffee.

“Where did spring go?” she moaned, sitting down.

“I know. This year’s been the worst,” Phil said.

Anna slipped her coat off and sipped her tea. For half a second I didn’t notice what was staring me in the face, but that was all it took. Cleavage. Actual, honest to goodness cleavage. On Anna! Anna was showing off her breasts!

Phil and I exchanged furtive, eye-popping glances, but said nothing. I tried to look at Anna again, out of the corner of my eye so she wouldn’t notice.

“I can see you looking boys,” she said.

“What?” Phil exclaimed innocently.

“You’re looking at my tits.”

Did she really just say tits?

“We’re not! You’re a woman, not an object,” Phil said. I rolled my eyes, we were done for.

She laughed. “Quite right. But I’m a woman with very large tits, yes?”

“Er...” Phil said, suspecting a trap.

“As a woman, it is natural for me to have tits, right?”

“Er...”

“Mine may be far larger than the majority, but that is just nature at work and lucky for me, yes?”

“Er...”

“And, in this case, also very lucky for you, as my male friends, who get to ogle my tits every day.”

“Er...”

“Because, while it is natural for me as a woman to have tits, and natural for me as a woman to want to show them off, it is only fair to recognise that it is also natural for men to want to look at said tits.”

“Er...”

“Particularly such a luscious and large pair of melons as mine, am I right?” she laughed and glanced down into her cleavage with a knowing smile. “So, to sum up. I have tits because I am a woman. As a modern woman, I am proud of my body and, as such, believe that I should show it off. You want to look at my tits because you’re men. Everyone wins.”

She seemed pleased with herself.

“You want us to look at your breasts?” I asked, cautiously.

“Breasts!” she said mockingly, giving her enormous chest a shake. “Come on guys, it’s like you’ve never seen them before.”

Of course it was, I thought. Feeling ashamed, despite her protestations, I couldn’t help but gaze into her impossibly deep cleavage and admire the smoothness of her soft skin, the perfectly rounded shape of her breasts and the tight, low-cut black top she had packed them into.

Phil was uncharacteristically silent. Sure, he was gazing into the beautiful chasm just as I was, but he didn’t look as happy as I’d have expected.

“Now, if you guys have had your fill,” Anna interrupted, “I need the loo.” She stood and wandered off. Was I just imagining it, or was she putting an extra sway into her walk, knowing we were watching?

“Fucking hell!” Phil cried as soon as the toilet door closed. “What’s happened to her?”

“I dunno! She’s so different to yesterday.”

“And even more different to the day before...”

“What are we going to do about it?” I asked.

Phil looked incredulous. “What can we do?”

Anna was on her way back. She didn’t really have womanly hips, but what she had she was working overtime. When she returned to the table she leant onto it, giving us both an incredible view.

“When you’re done looking, we should probably go to our lecture,” she smirked.

Both of us stood – I noticed Phil was slightly hunching over, as I was, to hide an erection. Anna wasn’t fooled. Her eyes glanced from crotch to crotch. “I hope I’m not objectifying you,” she said and turned on her heel.

Once again we were not the only ones to have noticed the changes in Anna. This time however, she met the whispered comments with winks or waves, or tactfully gentle sways of her chest. The other girls in the room looked disgusted.

Otherwise, the lecture passed as normal. Anna was her usual studious self, jotting down notes throughout, even though it had become a lot more difficult for her to do so with her new breasts sitting on the desk.

When the lecture ended, we remained sitting as the rest filed out.

“Time for your treat boys!” Anna cried suddenly, and yanked down her top.

Oh. My. God.

They were wonderful. For such huge breasts they sat pert and high on her chest, perfectly rounded without even a hint of sag. They even looked real. Completely real, not like those fake tits you sometimes see on pornstars which actually look like footballs squashed under the skin.

“Ok, that’s enough for today,” she said, heaving her top back over them. “You’re getting me quite wet.”

Phil actually fainted. I’m not kidding, his head smacked off the wooden desk.

He came around pretty quickly, thankfully. Anna was bent over him, all concerned. “Phil, you ok?”

He groaned.

“You must be dehydrated, let’s get you a drink.”

He must still have been woozy, because he reached out for one of her breasts to pull himself up. Anna immediately slapped his hand away. “They’re for looking, not touching. Ok?”

She’d been acting such the slut that it was a surprise to hear her say it, but also a relief. There was still some of Anna still in there, somewhere.

We pulled Phil up and escorted him to the nearest water fountain. After a couple of quiet minutes, he seemed fine again.

“Anyway guys, I need to shoot off,” said Anna. “Still got that essay to write. See you tomorrow.”

Phil and I sat and watched her go.

“I feel like I’m going crazy,” Phil said, quietly. “I thought this was what I wanted, but it’s just not right.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “How can someone change so much?”

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Katie: ‘Can you come round? ;)”

I sure could. Saying bye to Phil, I headed straight off to Katie’s. She still lived in a hall of residence, so it wasn’t far.

As soon as I knocked the door, it swung open just enough to let her head out.

“Hi baby,” she cooed and leant in for a kiss. Assuming it would be a peck like before, I wasn’t prepared as her tongue forced its way between my lips and writhed around frantically. Our noses collided roughly but this didn’t stop her. She pulled me in and slammed the door.

Now I noticed what she was wearing. A tiny bra somehow restrained her mammoth chest, each cup could only just have been covering her nipples and they seemed likely to burst out at any second. Underneath, nothing. The room smelt strongly of her arousal and the brown hair around her pussy was glistening with moisture. A dildo lay in a dark patch on top of her bed, also shining slickly.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” she smiled, without moving towards me. She wanted me to see her body, to drink it in. “It’s got me sooo horny, I just can’t help myself.”

With that she leapt at me again, her tongue straight into my mouth and her hand straight onto my crotch.

“Katie, wha...” I started.

“Less talk, more fuck!” she cried, and plunged her hand into my pants. She wrapped her small fingers around my solid cock and grinned. “Have I ever told you how much I love cock?”

“N...no!”

“I love it! In my mouth, in my pussy, in my arse! Between my huge melons!” she squeezed them together. “You like my melons, don’t you Danny? I can tell!” she winked.

Before I knew it, my trousers were down, Katie was on her knees and my cock was thrusting in and out of her beautiful lips. She reached round to undo her bra and her breasts were released, in all their glory. I came immediately.

As she felt my load unleashing in her mouth, she clamped her mouth down around my cock and sucked it in ferociously. Eventually she leaned back and with a mouth full of my cum, smiled at me, winked and swallowed it in one go. Using her fingers, she cleaned up the rest of her mouth and my cock, scooping the leftovers into her mouth too.

“Mmm... I love your cum Danny,” she purred. “I hope you have some more for me!”

Feeling faint, I moved to the bed and sat down. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined a greeting like this. It was like she was a totally different girl. Wait.

I had no more time for thought, as Katie thrust one of her mountainous boobs towards me and my mouth instinctively began to suckle and tease it. She writhed in pure ecstacy. There was no self control here, no thought, only sexual pleasure.

My cock began to harden again and she immediately noticed, bending down to give it a playful squeeze between her tits.

“Put it in me,” she pleaded, wide eyed and faux-innocent. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, facing away from me. Glancing back, she winked, “pick!”

Misgivings pushed harshly to one side by my libido, I picked her pussy and thrust in. Each thrust caused a window rattling moan to escape from Katie’s lips, and again it was a very short time before I was unloading into her.

“Thank you,” she grunted into her pillow. “Thank you.”

I lay myself down next to her, and she turned to press her breasts against me. Both breathing heavily, we lay that way for ten, maybe twenty minutes, silent and exhausted.

But she wasn’t done. Her hand hadn’t left my dick the entire time we’d been lying there, and as it started to harden once more I felt her hand twitch and start to stroke it.

“My pussy is rather sensitive, so maybe you’ll have to find somewhere else to put that monster,” she sighed.

“I’m feeling a bit tender myself, let’s wait a little while longer.”

She pouted. “But I need more, Danny. I feel so empty without a cock inside me, pounding me.”

I reached around for the dildo I’d seen earlier, found it and handed it to her. “Try this for a bit.”

She grinned, “Oh, so it’s a show you’re after is it?”

Bouncing off the bed, she proceeded to frolic around the room, pausing at opportune moments to show off her tits, her arse, her pussy, which was now leaking my cum down her legs. Finally, she paused, leaning against the wall with her rear towards me and plunged the dildo up her backside, thrusting it in and out so quickly I had to wince at the pain I imagined it must have caused. But she didn’t seem affected. Indeed, she was once again groaning loudly – not put on for me but deep, primal groaning that came from the very depths of herself.

For five minutes she thrusted and groaned. What had happened to her? She left me last night a normal girl – our date ended without even a proper kiss, and then, no more than twelve hours later, here she was, consumed by sex. The innocent facade of her face now cloaked a sexuality that tied in her perfectly with the ridiculous breasts.

Finally, with what must have been an enormous orgasm, she slowed and then stopped altogether. Exhausted, she came back to the bed and lay on top of me, breasts crushed between us. Needless to say, my cock was rampantly hard and ready to go – without a word, she reached back to hold it and guide it back into her pussy. We rocked together more gently this time, tenderly, and I felt relieved that she was cooling down at last.

“Cum in me,” she whispered into my ear, with a nibble. “I need it.”

Moments later, I did just that. We continued to rock gently together for a few seconds longer, then stopped, Katie still lying on top of me with my softening penis gradually working its way out of her.

Occasionally she slid her hand backwards, collected some cum and brought it to her mouth to lick up, otherwise we just lay there, panting and sweaty.

Finally, she leaned back, breasts still pressed into me somewhat, and smiled. “You know, I’d still like to see what your cock feels like in my arse.”

I groaned. If you’d asked me beforehand, I’d never have believed I could actually groan when a beautiful woman was asking me for sex, but I did, and I meant it. I was exhausted and sore, there was no more for me to give.

“Sorry Katie, I’m done for now. I really need a rest.”

She slid her hand to my cock and jacked it a few times. “Sure?” she asked. “I bet I can get some life back into this thing.”

“I’m sure.” My cock wasn’t responding, it was sure too.

“Ok.” She leaned close and kissed me again, slow and lingering. I could taste myself on her tongue.

Eventually we stopped and she stepped over to the wardrobe. Opening, she pulled out a tiny pink tube top and stretched it over her head and her enormous breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric which covered probably less than half the total area of breast flesh. Next came a black skirt, no knickers, which was short enough to reveal a few stray tangles of pubic hair even as she stood up straight. I wondered how much would be on show were she to bend over. She bent over to slip on some shoes, some black heels, and I realised it was everything. Deliberately, everything.

“You look beautiful,” I lied. She looked like the trashiest street walker you could imagine. But at least no-one else would see her.

“Thanks,” she smiled and squeezed her boobs to make sure they were sitting straight. “Can you see my nipples through this?”

I nodded.

“Great. Look, you’re welcome to stay here if you want, but I’ve really got to go and find me some cock. It’s like my pussy’s on fire.”

“What? But...”

“Is something wrong? You think you could go again after all?”

“No, no. But what are you doing? What’s happened to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“All this, the sex, the clothes, the boobs? You’ve changed!”

Her cute face twisted into a frown. “How’ve I changed? You knew what you were getting with me, surely? Don’t try to make me something I’m not.”

“I’m not! But clearly something is!”

“Danny, please. I’d love to stay, but if you can’t fuck me right now then I need to find someone who can. I’d love it if you come back to tomorrow or later tonight though, you’re definitely my new favourite cock.” She scampered over, took my cock in my mouth and played it around on her tongue for a moment, releasing it with a smack of her lips.

“Yummy!” she bounced. “But still not ready for me. See you later!” and with that, she was out of the door and gone.

I lay still feeling sick to my stomach. How could something like this happen to her? To anyone?

It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes before I could hear Katie’s groans somewhere else on the same floor. She hadn’t had to look far for satisfaction. Dressing quickly, I slinked out, hoping no-one saw me leave.

I’d only taken a few steps towards home when my phone buzzed.

Anna: ‘Where are you? I’m at your house.”

I replied that I’d be there in ten minutes. What now? Was she going to jump me like Katie had?

When I arrived, she was pacing the pavement outside. She was wrapped up once more in her coat.

“Sorry, my housemate is away,” I said.

“No worries. Can we talk inside?”

She hadn’t jumped me yet.

“Sure.” I unlocked the door and we headed to my room.

“You stink!” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said,blushing.

“Ha! That’s ok, it’s very... masculine.”

Uh oh.

“Although I can smell some of Katie in there too. That’s who it was, right?”

I nodded and sat down on my bed. Anna took my desk chair. Promising.

“It’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about actually. I’ve been feeling rather guilty about Phil earlier. You know, when I said how wet you guys were making me, and you really were by the way, but then I batted his hand away when he nearly touched my tit?”

“Er... yep.”

“Do you think I should have let him touch it?”

I had no idea how to answer that. Knowing Anna though, she would fill my silence.

“See, I’m a feminist and I think everyone knows that. You two certainly do. And like I said earlier, it’s my right as a woman to show off my womanly assets. Sometimes I even think it’s my duty, because I can show everyone how strongly feminine women can be. But I can’t be hypocritical about this – yes, I have feminine rights, but you guys, and Phil in this case, have manly rights too. If a woman is showing off her tits, it’s your right to look at them. But that’s as far as my thinking had gone, before today. Now I realise, there’s more to it than that.”

“There is?”

“Of course. Looking leads to other things. Specifically, as we saw in the cafe earlier, men get erections when they’re sexually excited.”

I blushed again.

“Now, as a feminist, that is an incredible compliment to me – you have noticed my femininity and find it attractive. What more could a woman want? But it’s not that simple. Men are genetically wired to desire sex with women, and, from what I understand, this desire increases dramatically with an erection. Am I right?”

“Er... you are.”

“Good. So then, by arousing the men around me, in this case you and Phil, I am causing you to want to have sex but am not providing you with the opportunity to do so. I am denying you your essential manhood. Worse still, the knowledge that you were becoming aroused by my femininity caused me, in turn, to become aroused too. I felt the wetness in my pussy, my breathing quickening and an increasing desire to be touched, particularly in my tits and my pussy. In other words, as well as denying your masculinity, I was denying my femininity and therefore the entire basis of my feminism! You can imagine how guilty I feel.”

“But...”

“And that is why I have come to the conclusion that I need to have sex.”

“Anna, I...”

“With Phil.”

I paused. As much as I didn’t want to have sex with her, I had to admit I was a little disappointed that she’d chosen Phil over me.

She sensed my thoughts, as she often did. “Why Phil? Well, firstly, because it was he who I dismissed earlier on, in the lecture theatre. That was wrong and I need to make amends. Secondly, you have Katie. She seems a pretty enough girl and you’ve clearly been enjoying her company,” she raised her eyebrows with a smile. “Besides, I have always had some kind of feelings for Phil, I think I would have to admit. While he is not exactly your perfect physical specimen of a man, his mind is very, very male. And I admire that, as a feminist.”

I didn’t know what to say, again. Her logic made sense in a very twisted sort of way, and at least she wasn’t out of her mind horny like Katie.

“Danny,” she started again. “Thank you for listening. Before I go, I have one more thing.” She pulled her coat open suddenly and thrust her cleavage towards me. “Are my tits nicer than Katie’s?”

She was genuinely asking, I could see from the look on her face.

“Er...”

“Oh sorry,” she said, glancing down. She wrestled her top below her tits to give me a full view. “There, what about now?”

The two enormous globes of flesh stared at me, their large pink nipples erect and inviting. They were perfect.

“They’re absolutely perfect,” I said. “Phil is a lucky man.”

She giggled. “Thanks Danny. I’m already getting wet again, I think I should get over to Phil’s.”

I showed her out, reminding her to cover herself up again. “Go easy on him!” I called after her, as she swayed down the street.

Twenty seconds later the doorbell rang again.

“Anna?” I said, answering it.

“Sorry Danny. I was worrying about something. I mean, I’ve not done this before, I want to make sure I do it right.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes. It’s taken me this long to see that I can’t be a true feminist without having sex. Anyway, I was studying some pornography earlier and I noticed that many of the women seem to have no hair around their pussies. Is this something I should worry about?”

“Er...”

“I understand that they shave or wax it off, but I’m not really sure why. Do you think Phil will mind that I still have mine?”

I couldn’t stop myself, my curiosity was piqued. “Is there a lot of it?”

“Quite a lot, yes. I’ve never really thought about it before.”

“Phil won’t mind at all,” I said. “He’ll be delighted to see you, hairy or not.”

She visibly relaxed. “Good,” she said, and was once again striding down the road.

Could life get any stranger? Boy was Phil in for a surprise.

I tried to get on with some work, but my mind buzzed with other thoughts. Eventually, my phone beeped twice in quick succession, and I got up from my desk.

Katie: ‘Thinking of you!’ There was a photo attached. Opening it, I was sadly unsurprised to see a close up of an orange dildo deep in her pussy. Her pubic hair was matted and full of white.

The second was Phil: ‘Guess what just happened!!!!!!!!!!!!’

Me: ‘I reckon you and Anna hooked up. Nice one you lucky man!’

I was pleased for them and I was sure there were now two less virgins in the world.

Phil replied: ‘How did you know?’

Me: ‘She came and asked my advice first.’

Phil: ‘Whatever you said, THANK YOU!’

Suddenly, another flurry of beeps.

Anna: ‘You were right, he didn’t mind.’

Of course he didn’t mind.

Katie: ‘When you CUMMING over? ;)’ There was another photo attached, this time a close up of one of her boobs. Her nipple barely fit on the screen.

I had to know. Me: ‘How many men did you find?’

Katie: ‘Only three. Your cock is still the yummiest. Cum and put it in me?’

Me: ‘Why don’t you come here?’ I figured she’d say no and I wouldn’t have to worry about her for a while.

Katie: ‘Where?’

I texted her address and she replied that she was on her way. Damn. There was no way I was getting any more work done today, my mind was full. I slumped downstairs and watched tv while waiting for her to arrive.

I must have fallen asleep, because before I knew it there was no more sun coming through the window and the clock told me it was 11pm. What had happened to Katie? I wondered whether to go look for her but realised I didn’t even know where to start, and headed to bed.

The doorbell rang. With a start I looked at my alarm clock. 2am. Normally I’d let my housemate deal with it, his room was downstairs, but he was away. I ignored it but it rang again. And again.

I scampered downstairs, wrapping myself in my dressing gown as I went. There were two enormous breasts pressed up against the glass of the door.

“Katie?” I said, opening the door.

“Heya sexy!” she giggled and fell onto me.

“Where’ve you been? You were coming over hours ago!”

“I got a bit waylaid,” she sniggered. “By lots of sexy men with sexy cocks. But none as sexy as yours,” she said, her hand reaching for my crotch.

I jumped back.

“You’re a mess,” I said. She was back in the out-stretched pink tube top and incredibly short skirt. Both were covered in marks, a mixture of dirt, spunk and who knows what. There was a thin trail of white down the inside of both of her legs and spots of the same in her hair.

“Sorry Danny, I’ve been a bit busy fucking!”

“I’m amazed anyone would touch you.”

“Well... Some wouldn’t, but there’s always at least one guy desperate enough. And my melons can convince most people.”

“I’m going to take you to the bathroom and you’re going to get yourself cleaned up, right?”

“Will you help me?”

“No. I’m not touching you until you’re clean. It’s disgusting.”

She moved closer in an effort to squeeze her tits against me. “Pwetty pwease Danny? You can have a lot of fun soaping me up!”

This close I could see there was even a small dollop of cum on the end of her hooked nose.

“Urgh, no!”

“Fine,” she said, and stomped upstairs.

I showed her the bathroom and turned the shower on for her.

It didn’t take long for groans to start.

“Your toothbrush feels so good inside me!” she called.

“Wash yourself!” I yelled back.

“I’m washing inside,” she replied. I could hear the accompanying wink.

After barely two minutes she opened the bathroom door, dripping wet. “Sure you won’t join me?”

“No!”

Not closing the door, she turned and returned to the shower. I saw my toothbrush sticking out of her arse. I was never using that again.

Eventually she was done. She didn’t dry herself, but left the bathroom and leapt straight onto me. I knew I shouldn’t go along with it, but who would honestly have done different?

We had sex twice more, once on the stairs, hard and fast, the other on my bed where Katie rode me ecstatically as I lay on my back.

Once again, she refused to stay once I’d outlived my usefulness, but promised to return now she knew where I lived.

Sleep came almost immediately.

Anna was waiting with Phil when I arrived. They’d arrived together, of course. They both looked deliriously happy and were holding hands.

“He asked me to be his girlfriend,” Anna cried.

I congratulated them and we headed to our lecture. I was actually a little late for once, having forgotten to set my alarm with all the furore with Katie, so we headed straight into the theatre.

As the lecture started, Phil nudged me hard and beckoned with his head. There, in the second row, was another girl with Anna-like boobs. And, a couple of rows behind her, a second.

“It’s spreading,” he mouthed.

Would every girl in the university soon be afflicted?

“What’s happened to them?” Anna asked, noticing where we were looking. “They didn’t have tits like that yesterday!”

Phil and I looked at each other and shrugged. It was easier to play dumb, not that we actually knew the answer anyway of course.

We settled back down to the lecture.

Bored as ever, my eyes began to wander. What was that guy doing under his desk? James, I think his name was. He seemed to have a laptop out and he certainly wasn’t making notes. In fact, from this distance, it looked like there was a woman on his screen. A very large breasted woman. He was probably bored too, I reasoned.

Looking back to the front of the hall I nearly yelled with surprise. Two more girls had basketball chests. One was wearing some kind of bikini top that she certainly hadn’t been wearing earlier. I scanned the rest of the hall and as I did so, literally before my very eyes, a fifth girl’s chest expanded. It was Joanna, someone I often chatted with. I gazed disbelievingly as her breasts went from normal to outrageous, and her top morphed at the same speed into a tight, revealing black blouse. Her frown of concentration changed to a smile of pleasure as she sneakily raised her hand to tweak a nipple.

Instinctively I looked back at James and his computer. There on the screen, difficult to make out from here but still fairly clear, was a picture of Joanna and her new look. It was him! Somehow, he and his computer were doing this, he was behind the changes.

There was a squeak beside me and I knew Anna had seen the same thing. James glanced up at us and quickly back to the computer. Shit. She’d given the game away.

Seconds passed.

“Fuck...” Anna whispered under her breath. “Fuck...”

She grabbed Phil beside her and vaulted onto him. Scrabbling desperately, she was working at his fly, eager to release his cock.

The lecture continued, no-one looked at us at all.

“Fuck me Phil!” Anna cried, not whispering any more. “I feel like I’m going to burst without a cock inside me!”

I noticed now that her clothes were changing. Her jeans faded into the tiniest of pink skirts and her top, already revealing, shrank until it was little more than a shelf for her breasts to sit on.

She’d got Phil’s cock out but it was surprisingly flaccid. That didn’t stop her trying to force herself onto it, her tiny skirt doing nothing to get in the way.

“Get hard for me Phil, I need it!” she cried. “I need your big, fat cock in my tight, horny pussy. Please!”

Phil looked completely bewildered, pinned under his girlfriend. Still no-one else even glanced in our direction. James was doing this, I thought. He wanted to stop Anna from realising what he was doing, and somehow he’d made it so no-one else would notice.

Eventually Phil must have become hard enough for Anna to get some purchase and she was bouncing gleefully on his lap. What should I do? Just sit here as part of a bizarre sex show? No. These were my friends, I had to take the risk.

I stood and leapt down the theatre to James’ position. As I’d hoped, no-one else seemed to notice.

“So, James,” I said, “what’s up?”

It wasn’t as angry or intimidating as I’d intended, I admit.

“Hi Danny. Not much really. Have a seat.”

Suddenly everyone else in the lecture theatre stood up and filed out, except Anna and Phil of course. She was still hugely enjoying herself.

“Let me explain,” James said calmly. “I don’t think it will surprise you to hear that I’ve come into the ability to manipulate people.”

“Your computer,” I said.

“Well, yes, sort of,” he said. “But I’m not going to go into it any more than that. Using this power, I have been carrying out a few social experiments over the last week or so. It doesn’t matter why, so don’t ask.

“You stumbled upon my first one, Katie, quite by accident. I was experimenting to see whether giving her enormous tits would lead her to have sex more often. You see, I’ve admired her from afar for a long time, and, when she turned me down, I got angry. So I gave her a big nose. Childish? Yes. Satisfying? Very. And then I determined to make her more open to men in general – as far as I could see, she’d never given a guy a real chance. Perhaps, I thought, if she was getting more male attention, she might eventually succumb to it. So, I gave her big tits. Very simplistic, I admit. I could have forced her to love me of course, but where’s the satisfaction in that?

Anyway, it didn’t work. She was just as hard to reach as before, no man could get close. I was just about to change her further when you showed up. I have ways of monitoring her, and her data lit up like a Christmas tree when you arrived. Finally, here was someone she might actually sleep with.

“But I could see you two had a history, I couldn’t let you simply ruin my experiments. So I devised another, and you led me straight to a perfect candidate.”

“Anna,” I guessed.

“Indeed. A determined feminist, what would she do when gifted with enormous tits? Well, as it turned out, nothing at all. And Katie didn’t buckle either – she liked you, she really, really liked you, and still she didn’t sleep with you. I even got her drunk for you, but nothing.

“So I had to act. I changed Anna’s outlook so that she loved to show off her tits, and I ramped Katie’s sex drive up as high as it would go.

“Finally I got some action. Katie sure has some willpower – she waited for you to be her first, but you lit the blue touch paper and that set her off. Did you know she’s slept with 23 men since you took her virginity? Incredible, no? It turns out that’s what’ll happen when someone thinks about nothing except sex.

“And Anna. Well, that went better than I could ever have imagined. Somehow she twisted her whole feminist agenda to fit her new desire to show off her tits. I guess we like to kid ourselves. Everything else she’s done has been her idea, I’ve just sat back and enjoyed the show.”

“And this?” I ask, beckoning over my shoulder at the ongoing sex show.

“Oh, well this was me, obviously. You guys spotted me changing more women, and I acted a little rashly.”

“Can you change her back?”

“Oh of course. But they’re enjoying themselves, let them finish first.”

“Have you changed anything else? Anyone else?”

“Well, a few girls around campus. Honestly, not much. Except a quick tinker with you of course, to make sure you listened to me and didn’t get violent.”

“Fair enough,” I said, placidly. “So can you change them all back?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Common decency?”

He just looked at me.

“Ok. How about you take Katie’s insane sex drive away? And maybe Anna’s exhibitionism?”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not who they are! You’ve got what you wanted and your experiment can stop.”

I could see he was mulling it over.

“Please? As a favour?”

“Oh, why not. But I’m leaving the tits. And Katie’s nose. No-one says no to me!”

“Did you hear me ask to change the tits?” I laughed.

He grinned. “Something tells me you’ll be seeing more and more of them around the place,” he said. “I just can’t resist. Good luck with Katie, I don’t know when she’ll let you back into her panties.”

“Whenever she’s ready,” I said.

James clicked away at his laptop for a couple of minutes and the enormous outpouring of lust behind us quietened and stopped. When I looked, they were sitting next to each other, looking slightly embarrassed. Anna’s breasts were clad in a full t-shirt that showed no flesh whatsoever. Nothing would hide the erect nipples though.

My phone buzzed right on cue.

Katie: ‘Want to come over and watch a film?’

I did indeed.