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Fantasy League

Week 1 — Megan

It wasn’t like Megan really had anything against the blond in the tight sweater. It was just that she was so ... so bouncy.

Okay, maybe it was a little more than that. It was probably the two guys that were absolutely fawning all over the girl that had her ticked off, too.

And it wasn’t like she could exactly blame the blond, Megan told herself. Well, actually, she could and she did because while it was clear why the guys were acting the way they were, that didn’t mean Megan had to like it.

“Popular, isn’t she?”

“Huh? What?” Megan said to the man that she hadn’t even noticed was sitting beside her.

The man nodded at the blond. “I was talking about her,” he said. “She’s popular, isn’t she?”

“Who her,” Megan lied. “I hadn’t really noticed.”

The man turned and looked at her. “Really,” he said. “You surprise me. You strike me as the kind of woman who wouldn’t miss a fact like that but maybe I was wrong about you.”

Now, it was Megan’s turn to look at the man. Dark hair that was almost black and a long face that seemed well suited to what she could see of his lanky body. “Well, maybe I did notice something,” she had to admit. “Hey there, down in front. The concert’s about to start so why don’t you sit down, would you!”

“Did that feel good?” the man asked.

“Yeah, kind of,” Megan said with a snicker.

“But still not as good as you would have liked, right?”

No, not as good as she would have liked, Megan told herself but then she wasn’t going to tell the man that. “I don’t believe I got your name,” she told the man with the long face.

“It’s Blake,” the man said.

Blake. Was that a first name or a last name, Megan wondered.

The man was still looking at the blond. “I’ll bet you’d like to know what she feels just once, wouldn’t you?”

Megan could feel herself stiffen up. What was that supposed to mean? “Now see here,” she started out.

“I see I’ve offended you,” the man said. “I didn’t mean any offense by my remarks though.”

Megan waited for the man to continue but he didn’t. Finally, she couldn’t help herself. She just had to know. “Well, what did you mean by it?” she asked.

The man still wasn’t looking at her. “Would you say you’re an attractive woman?” he asked finally.

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason. As it so happens, I’d be inclined to agree with you. I also think you’re an attractive woman.”

“Gee thanks.”

“Think nothing of it and yet as attractive as you may be, you’re still fixated on the blond with the big tits.”

“I’m not fixated.”

“Whatever,” the man said, “but I’d bet you’d like to know what it felt like.”

“What what felt like?”

“To have tits like hers.”

Megan couldn’t help but gasp at the suggestion. Yeah, she’d always wondered what that would be like but she’d never told anyone that, least of all this person that she’d never met before.

“I could help you with that.”

“Help me with what?”

“I could help you know what it’s like.”

Megan sniffed dismissively. “I don’t need to know what it’s like. I do just fine on my own.”

“Of course you do. You don’t need to know what it’s like but all the same, you’d like to know, wouldn’t you? You’d like to be the girl that the guys just can’t seem to keep their eyes off of, wouldn’t you?”

“What are you? A plastic surgeon or something?”

“No, no, no. You’ve got me all wrong. What I’m offering is nothing as mundane as that. I’m simply offering you the opportunity to know. All you have to do is to accept it.”

Megan was still looking at the blond in front of her. If anything, she looked annoyed at the two men who were with her, almost as if she were waiting for the men to come to some sort of agreement.

“You know,” Megan said as she turned to look at the man beside her, “as much as—”

She stopped there.

The man was gone. What the fuck? Where the hell had he gone? She looked around but the man was nowhere to be found.

That was so fucking strange, Megan thought. Strange and ..

And the concert was about to start. Whatever issue the blond might have had with her companions seemed to have finally been decided because the three of them were finally sitting down, and with that, Megan put all thoughts of the strange man out of her mind.

* * *

Marci Whitten couldn’t help but look at the woman at the underwear table and it wasn’t even because it was her job to look. No, if there was one indisputable fact about the woman looking at the panties, it was that the woman had a really nice ass.

Marci couldn’t help but wonder if guys thought the same thing when they saw an ass like that. Of course, guys were guys so who knew what they were thinking, or heck, if they were thinking at all, but that ass was just so nice and plump and round.

“Remarkable, isn’t it?”

So lost was Marci in her reverie that it took her a moment to realize that the man who was speaking was speaking to her. “What?” she asked.

“That ass. It’s remarkable, isn’t it?”

“It’s okay,” Marci allowed, not wanting the man to realize just how close he was to the truth.

“Oh, it’s more than that,” the man said. “Just look at how nice and full and round it is. It’s remarkable.”

“Yeah,” Marci agreed wistfully as she forgot that she was trying to maintain the illusion of disinterestedness.

“I bet you’d like to have an ass like that.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I bet you’d like to have an ass like that.”

Well yeah, Marci thought. She’d always had a rather smallish bottom and more than once she’d looked in the mirror and she’d wished she’d had something more back there. Of course, that didn’t mean she was going to tell this man that. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t believe I caught your name.”

“It’s Blake,” the man said, “and before you ask, we’re in the business of making fantasies come true.”

What was that supposed to mean, Marci wondered.

“I bet you’ve always wanted to have an ass like that.”

“My ass is fine,” Marci said.

“Yes it is.”

What the hell did he mean by that, Marci wondered even as she continued to look at the other girl’s bottom. Sure, he’d agreed with her but that was all he’d done. It was like the difference between fine and FINE. She wanted a FINE ass.

“You said you were in the business of making fantasies come true,” Marci said. “What did you mean by that?”

There was no answer.

Marci looked away from the girl she’d been watching and when she did, she found that the man was gone.

Where the hell had he gone, Marci wondered, and more to the point, just what the heck did he do because although Marci was loathe to admit it to anyone else, she really did want a bigger bottom.

* * *

It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with her tits, Megan told herself. She certainly hadn’t gotten any complaints about them.

Of course, to be fair, she hadn’t gotten the kind of attention that the blond had as well but that was because she wasn’t a slut.

Even as she thought it, she knew that wasn’t fair. As far as she knew, the blond was a perfectly nice girl or at least she might have been, but if she was, she was a nice girl with big tits and that was the problem.

No, even that wasn’t the problem. It was the guys that fawned all over the girls with the big tits. THEY were the problem.

Megan couldn’t help but sigh. It wasn’t even like she had small breasts either. Hers were just fine, she told herself. It was just ...

It was just that they weren’t big, and yeah, she wanted to know what that felt like. She wanted to know what it felt like to have big tits.

No, that was what that guy had said, the one at the concert. What was his name again? It was ... it was ... oh yeah, Blake. That’s what it was. He’d told her that she probably wanted to know what it felt like to have big tits.

But that wasn’t the way it was at all.

Well maybe it wasn’t exactly that way but it was close enough to the truth but she surely didn’t need to know what it felt like to have big tits.

The funny thing was, she thought, it seemed like even if she didn’t actually need them, it seemed as if her tits were actually a little bit bigger. Not a lot bigger, she thought but big enough. The brunette looked at her naked body in the mirror. Well, maybe not big enough, she thought. After all, was there really ever big enough.

Wait a minute. Where had that thought come from.

And yet ...

Her hands cupped her breasts. Yeah, she thought. She wouldn’t mind having those a little bit bigger. Maybe then she’d be noticed like the blond at that concert.

Unnhh. That was it. She was still thinking about that blond. This was so stupid. Why couldn’t she just be satisfied with what she had.

Maybe that was it, she told herself even as her hands squeezed her tits. Maybe she didn’t want to be just satisfied.

Her breasts almost seemed to be a little more substantial she thought as her hands released their hold on her breasts. Of course, that was just wishful thinking but she squeezed her breasts again.

Or maybe it wasn’t. Her breasts ... they actually felt bigger.

But they couldn’t be, of course. It was all just her imagination but she squeezed her breasts again, just to show herself what was right.

No, they were bigger and now as she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she could almost see it. Her breasts were bigger.

She squeezed them again and again and again. She didn’t much care how it was happening. What she cared about was that it was happening.

Her breasts were definitely growing. Her perky, little Bs were now much more robust Cs but she wondered just how much further she could go. She kept squeezing her breasts but it seemed as if that was as far as they were meant to go. Still, that was something, she told herself. In fact, it was amazing.

God, the brunette thought. For the first time in her life, she actually liked her breasts.

She’d been a rather early bloomer and what had made it worse was that her right breast had started to grow first. That had been so awkward for the shy ten-year-old that she’d been but at least it hadn’t taken long for her left breast to catch up but just about the time that she’d come to accept the fact that she was starting to grow, she’d stopped.

“Don’t worry about it,” her mom had told her. “They’ll grow again.”

She’d come to rely on that. As other girls were getting their breasts and passing her by, she’d come to rely on that. She didn’t worry about it because they’d grow again.

Only they hadn’t. Well, maybe a little bit more they had but not like she’d expected and it wasn’t like she had no breasts at all. It was just ... it was just that she hadn’t had what she’d expected to have.

Maybe that was why what the man had said at the concert had affected her as much as it had. She’d expected to have more and in the end, she hadn’t gotten what she expected.

But now she did.

She couldn’t help but continue to poke and prod her new tits. They weren’t growing anymore. She knew that, but still ...

Still, she couldn’t believe she had them.

She couldn’t wait to show them off.

Wait a minute. No. Where had that come from?

What?

Who said she wanted to show them off, she asked herself.

Well maybe she didn’t exactly want to show them off but when you finally had tits that were worthy of being seen, didn’t that mean that you wanted them to be seen?

No! She wasn’t that kind of a girl, she answered back.

Yeah but—

But what?

But she wanted people to know she had tits now.

They’d know that soon enough.

She grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror. Yeah, she thought. Yeah, they would. They’d know soon enough.

The first thing she noticed was that her bras didn’t fit her anymore. Hardly a surprise really but if she’d needed any further evidence that her breasts had grown, that was definitely it.

Okay but that hardly solved her problem. Her bras didn’t fit so what the heck was she going to wear.

Well, who said she had to wear anything.

What?! No. She had to wear something but there it was, the thought in her head. There was a part of her that didn’t want to wear anything. It would, after all, make it easier for people to see her tits.

She growled at herself. She most definitely couldn’t go to work topless.

Well maybe she didn’t have to wear a bra at least. Maybe she could just hide her newly resized tits under her blouse and then she could buy a bra later on. Yeah. That might work, only ...

Only that’s when she noticed the next thing.

Her nipples were super sensitive. Just the feel of the fabric rubbing up against them was so-o-o-o erotic.

No, she told herself. She was just going to have to concentrate. She could do this. All she had to do was to last until lunch hour and then she could go off and do some shopping.

Which then led to her next discovery.

She looked damn sexy with big tits especially if she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse and especially if she wore that really tight skirt, the one that ...

Shut up, she told herself. She had to go to work. All she had to do was concentrate. She could do this.

The most amazing thing Megan thought when she got to the office was that it seemed almost as if there were some people who didn’t know she had bigger tits. Oh, there were definitely some that did. They’d stop and stare at her as she passed by or maybe they’d do a double take of sorts. That was hot but it was to be expected. After all, she had bigger tits now. Everyone should notice that but amazingly, it seemed as if there were some who didn’t.

Mr. Brimley was apparently one of those who didn’t.

He stopped by her desk. “Megan,” he said. “Bring your notepad and come with me.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

Her boss led her to his office. “Have a seat,” he said as he motioned her to a chair.

Megan sat.

“You’re one of the best agents we have here,” Mr. Brimley began. “Always good with the customers and the customers like you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Her boss just waved it away. “No need to thank me,” he said. “It’s the truth and you know it. You’re a good travel agent and people like you but business is off.”

“It’s the economy, sir. Times are tight. People have less dollars to spend.”

“I know that but that doesn’t explain everything. I just got some intel on some of our rivals. Their bookings may be down but I don’t think they’re down as much as ours are. What I need is to figure out what we can do to get our business operating as good as it can be.”

Maybe we need to hire babes with big tits and have them work only in bikinis, Megan thought to herself. Or maybe if not bikinis, tight t-shirts that would show off their tits. Or maybe ...

“Megan.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I need you to focus. We need to come up with some ideas.”

“Yes, sir,” Megan said. Even if her boss didn’t notice her big tits, it was like Mr. Brimley said. She needed to focus, not fuck us. Wait a minute. Just where the hell had that last part come from?

She spent an hour with her boss and by the end of the meeting, they’d definitely come up with some things that they might be able to pursue although even as she looked the list over, Megan couldn’t help but wonder if the best way to attract customers in might not be to have a wet t-shirt contest.

Stop it, she told herself. Just stop it.

She’d finally made it through the morning and her breasts were so hot. Maybe that was what her problem was she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was just that her nipples were so sensitive that they were making her horny. Maybe that was why she was having trouble thinking about anything else but her tits but she’d take care of that. She’d go off to the store and she’d buy herself some new bras and then maybe after that, she wouldn’t be thinking about her tits all the time.

“Can I help you?” a salesgirl asked when she walked into the store.

“I think I need to get some new bras,” Megan said.

“Sure. I can help you with that. What size bra do you wear?”

“Um, I don’t know. I think my breasts might have grown a little.”

“Ah. Well that happens sometimes, but we can measure them for you if you want.”

“That would be great.”

“Well the first thing I need you to do is to take off your blouse.”

Mmm yeah, Megan thought. That was exactly what she wanted to do. In fact now that she thought about it, she realized she couldn’t wait to take off her blouse. “What?” she asked. “You mean like this?”

Megan loved the way the salesgirl gaped at her tits. These probably weren’t the first breasts she’d ever seen. After all, it was her job to look at other women’s breasts but she certainly looked impressed and why shouldn’t she be impressed, Megan thought. After all, the salesgirl’s breasts were so tiny.

“Um yeah,” the salesgirl said. “Let me measure those for you. Let’s see now. It looks like 38 double D.”

What? No, Mega thought. Her breasts weren’t that big. “Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah. I’m sure. So what do you say we get you some bras?”

“Um sure. Okay.”

It wasn’t long before Megan had her new bras and the she had to admit the salesgirl had definitely been right. Her breasts might not have qualified as massive but they were certainly bigger now than the puny little C’s she’d been sporting just earlier that day and to think that she’d actually been happy to have those tiny Cs. She couldn’t imagine how any woman could ever be happy with anything less than a D.

Her breasts were heavier, too, and Megan found herself wondering if they were going to get bigger still. This was good enough in fact, good enough to get a guy’s attention and just the thought of that made her pussy wet. Just think of it. With tits like these, there was no way she couldn’t not get a guy’s attention. Oh sure, they might start out trying not to look at her tits or maybe more to the point, they might try and not be caught looking at her tits. They might try looking her in the face but then she’d see their eyes slip. They’d just have to. They wouldn’t have any choice. They might try to hide it or maybe they wouldn’t but they’d have to look at her tits.

“You see anything you like?” she would ask.

Some boys would try to hide it. They’d look back up and pretend that their eyes hadn’t been where they’d been before. Other boys wouldn’t care if she knew where they’d been looking. They might be more forthright about it. “Yeah,” they might tell her. “Yeah, I see something I like.”

It didn’t really matter what kind of boy it was though. Shy boy or daring boy didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were looking at her tits. “Perhaps you’d like to see more,” she’d tell them.

Maybe they might admit it and maybe they wouldn’t but they’d be flustered at her suggestion. She’d be ready for that, too.

“It’s okay,” she’d tell them. “I want you to see them. I want you to see my tits.”

They might hem and haw a bit at that as they tried not to be too pushy but if they’d already taken the time to look down at her chest, it wouldn’t matter. She knew they’d agree to that.

She might take them off in private but then again, maybe not. A public show would be more ... well public, but there was something to be said for that. Imagine her in a room full of people with her top off and every one of those people looking at her.

Well not her actually. Looking at her tits. Looking at her big, beautiful, wonderful tits. Mmm. There was just something so hot about that.

But if you took a guy off in private, you could let a guy do all kinds of things to you, things that couldn’t be done in private, things that the small titty girls said they didn’t care about but then small titty girls were all liars, Megan would tell herself. She’d know because she’d been one of them at one time but she wasn’t a small titty girl anymore.

God, that was hot, Megan thought as she took herself back to work and yeah, she couldn’t wait to have that happen.

People were really starting to notice her now. Oh sure, that morning she was sure that some people had noticed her bigger tits and heck, some of them hadn’t really been all that coy about what they’d seen but there were others that she wasn’t quite sure about and there were still others that she was sure had no idea that she’d had bigger tits but that was then and this was now. Now, there was no way anyone could help but notice.

Of course part of that might be because of the way her new bra pushed her tits up. Then again, maybe it was the way her new tits filled out her blouse so completely. Then again, maybe it was the fact that she’d undone the top two buttons of her blouse. It had to be kind of hard to ignore tits that were practically begging to be noticed.

Heck, even Mr. Brimley had noticed. He’d stopped by her cube just after lunch and Megan had loved the way the old man had just sort of done a double take while staring at her tits. Finally, he managed to look up. “Um, Megan,” he managed to stammer.

“Yes,” Megan asked with as much innocence as she could muster.

“Is there ... is there something different about you?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Brimley. Why don’t you tell me?”

The old man couldn’t help but let his eyes drop down once more to Megan’s chest. “I, um, I think there is,” he stammered.

“Perhaps you’d like to see me in private?”

“W-what?”

“Perhaps you’d like to see me in private,” Megan said.

“Um sure.”

“We should go to your office then.”

“Um yeah. Sure. My office,” the old man said.

Megan let the old man lead the way although there was little doubt in her mind who was in control. She shut the door behind her after the two of them had entered his office. “So,” she asked, “what did you want to see me about?”

“It’s about,” the old man began and then his voice just petered out. He tried again. “It’s about ... it’s about—”

“Is it about these,” Megan asked even as she pulled open her blouse.

“Oh yeah,” the old man moaned.

“Aren’t they great,” Megan gushed. “I just got them.”

“W-what?”

“I just got them but maybe you’d like a better look. Would you like a better look?”

“Um, sure.”

Megan slipped her blouse all the way off and then she was unhooking her bra. She loved the way her boss’s eyes followed her every movement and then finally, her breasts were free from her bra. “Here they are,” she said proudly. “Do you like them?”

“Um yeah.”

“Would you like to touch them?”

“I, um, I don’t think Mrs. Brimley would approve.”

“But she’s not here right now, is she?”

“No she’s not.”

“So would you like to touch them?”

“Yeah. I guess I would.”

“Or maybe better yet, maybe you’d like them to touch you.”

“To touch me?”

Megan knew what she had to do. It was so obvious. She came around her boss’s desk and then she was leaning over his chair and her breasts were pushing up against his face. “How’s that feel?” she asked even as she stroked him with her tits. “How’s that feel to have me touch you?”

Whatever her boss might have said was a garbled haze as his mouth was pretty well smothered by Megan’s tits.

“Do you like them? Do you like my tits?”

Again, her boss’s answer was muffled but Megan was pretty sure what the answer was. She pulled back just a bit so she could hear the answer to her next question.

“Do you want to fuck my tits?”

“Yeah,” the man groaned.

“Mmm. That’s what I want to but first, I think we need to see if you’ve got the cock for it.”

Already, Megan’s hand had been stroking the front of the old man’s pants and so far, she liked what she’d found there but the real proof would come when she finally got his cock out and that would happen in just a few moments.

She knelt down between his legs and then she was unzipping his pants and finally, she was pulling his cock out into the light. “Oh my God,” she gushed. “Mr. Brimley!”

“What?”

“You’re so big.”

“What can I say? I like big tits.”

“I can see that. Come on. Let’s get you out of these pants.”

It wasn’t long before Megan’s boss was out of his pants and then once more, Megan was settling between his legs and her hand was stroking his cock. “Mmm,” she purred. “I never knew you were this big,” and then without waiting to hear what her boss had to say, she let her mouth settle down over her boss’s cock.

Todd Brimley groaned as he stroked the girl’s hair. It was kind of a half stroke and a half push as he let her mouth work his cock. Fuck, that was good.

But as good as it was, Todd Brimley couldn’t help thinking about what else Megan had offered. As good as it was, he hoped that having Megan suck his cock wasn’t all that she was going to do for him.

He needn’t have worried because Megan remembered what she’d promised and truth be told, she couldn’t wait to have her boss’s cock between her tits. She pulled her mouth free and she looked up at her boss. “What about it?” she asked. “Are you ready to fuck my tits?”

“Hell yes,” her boss responded.

Megan edged forward and then she was squeezing her boss’s cock between her big breasts. “Mmm,” she purred. “I really like the feel of that in there.”

Apparently, Mr. Brimley seemed to agree even if he seemed to be more willing to let Megan fuck his cock with her tits rather than do the work himself.

“Are you going to cum on my tits?” Megan asked.

“Do you want me to?”

That caught Megan off guard. She’d never really thought about that. She’d never really wanted a man to cum on her tits before so why did she want it now.

Yeah but that was all before she had big tits like she had now. Just the thought of it. A guy shooting his cum all over her big tits. That was just so hot.

“Do you want me to?” Mr. Brimley asked again.

“Of course I want you to. I want you to cum all over my tits.”

That was all it took for Mr. Brimley to groan and then his cock was surging and Megan felt the first jet of cum on her tits. Oh my God, the girl thought. Oh my God. That was so hot.

“Fuck,” the man groaned as his cock continued to cum.

“Look at you,” Megan purred. “You’re doing so good. You’re cumming all over my tits.”

“Yeah,” the man groaned.

Megan could tell his cock had given its all but she wasn’t quite done with her boss yet. She stroked his cock. “Did you like that?” she asked. “Did you like fucking my tits?”

“Yeah,” the man groaned.

“But look at this. We’ve made a bit of a mess of your office.”

“Yeah,” Mr. Brimley agreed.

“I suppose I ought to help you clean things up.”

Mr. Brimley didn’t say anything but then Megan didn’t really need to have him say anything. She just let her tongue slide down around his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

Megan didn’t say anything. She just kept licking away at her boss’s cock until she’d licked him clean. “There you go,” she said. “That’s better now, isn’t it?”

Mr. Brimley nodded and Megan stood and she reached for a box of tissues. She grabbed a handful and she started to dab away at her boss’s cum on her tits. “Look at you,” she purred. “You really did cum all over me, didn’t you?”

Again, her boss nodded.

“There you go,” Megan purred as she wiped the last of her boss’s cum from her tits. “All clean, but you know what?”

“What?”

Megan held up the wad of tissues. “If we’re going to do this again, we’re going to need lots more of these.”

“I’ll get more,” her boss assured her.

Megan gave the man a kiss on the forehead. “Good,” she said, “because I can’t wait until we do this again.”

So that was what it was like, Megan thought as she left her boss’s office. That was what it was like to have big tits and right then and there, Megan decided she liked it a lot.