More Than Beauty
By Flies 1
Chapter 1
We met in college. Spring of junior year, we were both taking Mr. Whitman's class on ancient China. His tests were notoriously brutal, and through some shared acquaintances we wound up in the same study group. I guess our friends thought it would be funny to see us partnered together, doing flash cards together. You see, I'd always been the shortest guy I knew at 5-foot three, and believe you me I was as thin as a rod, barely 120 lbs.
Meanwhile, Suzy was 6-foot two and no bean-stalk either. She was, as they say, generously proportioned. I mean, she carried more than a few extra pounds around, but all in the right places. She had long legs, with thick thighs, but thin ankles. She had a sweet, juicy, full bottom, and wide hips, but her waist still tapered in. She had a full face, accentuated by her fuller lips, but a long neck and no hint of a double chin. She was pretty; her face wasn't striking or anything, but when Suzy smiled her eyes sparkled, and her whole face glowed. Despite being such a big girl, she had small shoulders definitely an hourglass figure.
But her breasts. I had never seen anything like them. I could hardly keep my eyes off of them. They were huge. I'm talking grapefruit huge. She was obviously shy about them, but she couldn't cover those mamas up. She would wear sport-coats and baggy sweatshirts, but it was clear that she was packing some major mommy bags. Whenever she caught me glancing at them she would get flushed and quiet. She was really self-conscious about them.
One night late into a cram session, she stood up and yawned. For once, she seemed to lose her self-consciousness and relax. She tilted her head this way and that, stretching the cords of her neck. Then she bent over, touching her toes. God her ass was so wide and soft! Those booty-hugging sweatpants she was wearing accentuated it perfectly. "North Face" they proclaimed, and I'll be damned if that butt didn't look like a mountain from where I was sitting.
But the show wasn't over. Then lifted her torso up and arched her back, putting her arms over her head, stretching. My eyes practically leapt out of their sockets. I swear those huge boobs of hers extended more than 7 inches out from her chest! And so high on her too! No sag. I spit my coffee out.
That broke her reverie. She saw that I had been staring, and all of a sudden, she was an awkward preteen again, the first one on the school-yard with boobs and hips. She turned purple. I knew I should say something, "Sorry," anything, but I was too dazed from the display to say anything. At first she didn't move, but her eyes were welling up. I grasped for words, but the little man downstairs was still too shocked to allow much in the way of rational thought.
I could tell you she grabbed her things and dashed off, but you have to realize that she was a big girl, and no weakling. She opened her bag up in a hurry, and raked her books and papers off the table. When her hand struck the table, I was worried it would give way, she was that strong. She practically snapped the damn thing in half! I reached out my hand to hers, a late attempt to calm things down. She slapped it away. It hurt.
She hurled her books into her backpack, which was sitting in her chair, and stormed off. I'm pretty sure she was crying, and she nearly pulled the door off its hinges leaving the room. I wanted to run after her, try and say something to improve the situation, but now I was both turned on and afraid of what she was capable of. I looked at her chair. The seat had a dent in it where her books landed.
I was feeling rotten, but I could only imagine how she felt. I knew what it was like to feel awkward because of your body. I had met my share of mean-spirited school-kids, but this was different. Those bullies and ****wits from high-school dished out all the hell they could because they didn't want to face their own problems. I wasn't gawking at her body because I wanted to make fun. No, I wanted nothing more in the world than to be with her, to dig my hands into that succulent flesh of hers. I still couldn't get the image out of my head. I probably never will.
Every detail passed over again in my mind. Her belly button just peaking out beneath her sweatshirt. Her nipples, barely visible beneath the fabric. They were thick! He hips flaring out beneath her gorgeous exposed mid-riff. Her face held such a look of release, she was smiling. In retrospect, I think part of her knew I was watching, and liked it! She must have known that there were some men who wanted what she and only she could offer, and from my furtive glances she must have suspected that I was one. She must have known what effect this move would have on me, but she wasn't ready for it to work so well!
I wanted to tell her that it was ok, that I loved her body, every inch, every curve, every ounce, but how could I? I was too shaken to continue studying, so started packing up my things. I saw that she had left her scarf, it was a good sign. I would take it to her tomorrow after the test and apologize.
Chapter 2
I got some rest, and woke up to go to Whitmans third midterm of the semester. (There would be one more, plus the final. He was a bastard that way, but he knew his shit and it was required for my comparative religion major.) I did passably well, but I was distracted. I kept looking around for Suzy. Toward the end of the test I saw her in the back of the auditorium. At least she wasn't so upset she had skipped the test! But still, she was fidgety, and I think her eyes were a bit puffy.
I tried to catch up with her when the test was over, but she had already gone. I had to bolt to get to my calculus course, it was on another campus, so I didn't have the time to find her just then. The next day I saw Suzy's friend Nicole on the campus, and she conspicuously turned and started walking the other direction. This wasn't good. Suzy and I were just study partners at this point, but I didn't want her feeling so awful because of me. I had to apologize.
I happened to know that she lived in the dorms, next door to my freshman year roommate, so I went over. I knocked on the door, and she opened it. I looked up into her eyes saw a range of emotions passing over her. First she was surprised to see me, then shy again, but her eyes quickly hardened. She was pissed. But she was still hot. She was wearing sweats again, and those hips, that butt, those boobs! No, wait, stay focused, I told myself.
"What do you want, little man?" she demanded. It suddenly occurred to me that she could probably snap me clean in half. My wrist had a bruise from where she slapped it.
"Look, I came to apologize. And bring"
She cut me off. "Save it. Ive got work to do." She started closing the door.
"And bring you this," I said, trying to stick to the script. I held out her scarf. She grabbed it from me, but her gaze softened a bit. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I know what its like to be" I paused.
Her eyes narrowed, "To be what?"
"Oh, I don't know." I was losing my nerve here, I had to make this apology mean something. "I know what its like when people stare, ok?" I wasn't sure what to say next.
"How would you oh, you mean cuz you're so short, right?"
I winced.
"Look," she said, "I didn't mean that." Another pause. "You really hurt me, you know?"
"Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry. I'd like to make it up to you. How about dinner?"
"Now you want a date? Sorry, Joe, nothing doing. I appreciate what you're trying to do, really, but I just don't want to see you right now. Lets just say I forgive you and move on, okay?" That questioning look on her face, it was so close to a pout, those lips God she was hot.
I didn't let my little friend get too carried away. She seemed sincere in accepting my apology, but I was hoping this conversation would lead to something more than just "I forgive you".
"Thats fair," I said. She started closing the door again. I was blowing it.
"I guess I'll see you around," I said. ****, I blew it.
"Ill see you around, Joe." I turned away. Right before she got the door all the way shut, she said, "Joe, listen, I cant stay upset forever. See you at study group?"
She didn't hate me! YES!
"Yeah, I'll see you there."
Chapter 3
She made it clear she didn't want to stay study partners, but her friends stopped avoiding me and by the end of the semester she was cracking wise with me like old times. Like I said, we were just study partners, but studying wasn't always a total bore.
I failed to even try and make another pass at her by the end of finals. Whitman's test was at the end of exam week, and our group went out to the local bar to celebrate. I had just turned 21, and I could not hold my liquor. I had a few too many, and I went up to her and said, "Suzy, are you sure I cant take you out sometime?" Just like that: no opener, no build-up, straight to the punchline.
She laughed it off, "Still on that huh? No little man, I don't think you can handle me!" She put her hands on those wide hips of hers.
"Aww, I'm not so small!"
"You look pretty small from up here, shorty."
She was wearing a scoop neck shirt. Cleavage. God the cleavage. She was tan, I was drunk, those boobs were so big and practically at eye level. Maybe it was just the booze, but they seemed bigger than I remembered. And was she taller?
"Shorty?" she said. "Up here?" She laughed again. She ruffled up my hair.
"Huh?" Did I mention I was drunk? "Oh, uh" I was embarrassed, and worried that she would get upset again, but she was still smiling.
"You know, since your faux-pas a few weeks back, Ive actually stopped feeling so self-conscious all the time. I mean, I still get awkward sometimes, but now when I see guys leering, I kinda like it."
"Oh yeah? Well, in that case"
"You're awful! Anyway, I think its my bedtime. I'll see you next semester, Joey." She playfully punched my shoulder (it hurt a bit), and headed off. That skirt she was wearing hugged those buns like something, man. Doh, she caught me looking again. I went back to my friends and thought, "Dang, I guess I'll have to wait till next semester."
As luck would have it, I saw her again in just a few weeks. I had signed up for a yoga class through the college, and I saw her there at the first meeting. I arrived late.
Yoga, you ask? Isn't that some hippy-dippy baloney? Well, kinda. Most of the yoga instructors I have met tend to elongate their soft-consonants and talk in purple prose about the sunset and opening their chakras and crap. On the other hand, doing yoga does keep you fit. But thats not why I go. Yoga is a great way to meet women. Women who are toned and limber. Especially on a college campus, where the mid-fifties failing back quotient is low and the young, tight hottie quotient is high, yoga class is a gold-mine.
Since I was late, I was in the back of the room, and when I laid my mat down and looked forward, what did I see but those gorgeous buttocks that had so captured me a few short weeks ago. All during class, it was that butt, those boobs, those hips, barely an arms reach away. It was all I could do to keep from getting a stiffy right there. When she was doing the cow pose, on her hands and knees, her back arched, her butt thrust out, her voluminous udders hanging down, nearly to the floor, man, what a sight!
At the end, we laid down and she led us in breathing exercises, I couldnt stop thinking about her. She was wearing gym shorts on bottom, exposing lots of leg. Those firm thighs of hers were so long, and so well toned! On top she was wearing a loose tank top. That tank top got progressively wetter during the class, clinging to those gorgeous breasts of hers. And she was strong, too! Yoga, for those who may not know, requires some effort, and I struggled to hold some of the posses. When I looked at her, she had seemed focused but not straining. Her shoulders were well defined, her quads were taught, her calves were muscular but not jutting out. I replayed the images in my head over and over. ****, now I was getting a stiffy! Baseball, Whitman, junior high, I wracked my brain for anything to make it go down!
After class, she walked right over to me and said, "Hey there, little man!"
Normally I hated it when people called me this, but she was so much taller than me, so from her it didnt seem so mean. I thought was kinda kinky, to tell the truth. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"Oh, hi, I thought that was you."
"You thought so, huh?" she gave me a knowing look, a smirk on her face. Did she know I had been staring at her this whole time? "I like to think I stand out in a crowd."
"Yeah, I mean, no, I mean" I didn't know what to say. She seemed so different. She was confident. I mean, a few months ago, it seemed like she thought parkas were too revealing, but here she was, glistening with sweat, her shirt practically a second skin on those huge melons of hers. She certainly didn't seem embarrassed about her figure now! Her body language was different too. She had her weight on one leg, torquing her hips to one side. She was smiling, her shoulders relaxed, her arms akimbo. Man she was hot before, but now! Her new confidence made her positively radiate power and sex.
"I'm just teasing."
"Oh, heheh, yeah, I mean, I was pretty sure it was you, I mean" I started rolling up my mat, awkwardly. "You been doing yoga long?" I asked meekly.
She walked back to her mat and bent over to roll it up. That rump of hers was positively ripe for the picking! "Yeah, you know I started in high school, but I haven't taken any classes since then. I guess I was too shy. But I kept up my practice, I do it almost every day." No wonder she was so strong.
"Oh wow, that much, huh?" I wasn't holding up my end of the conversation too well.
"Well, I guess I'll see you next week, little man!"
As she walked away, again I had the impression that she had grown. Her butt was just a little wider, a little more jiggle to it. I was sure it was all in my head, but it was turning me on nevertheless. I made a bee-line back to my apartment so I could, ahem, release the built-up excitement. She was definitely flirting with me, I thought.
As the summer wore on, I became more and more convinced that her already ample proportions were filling out. Her gym-shorts definitely seemed tighter than they had been, and that tank top of hers seemed less and less adequate to the task of holding her burgeoning assets in. She continued to flirt with me, but I was too awed by her to do anything.
The first time I arrived early for class, I saw she was there too. She was stretching. Those gym shorts were indeed straining to contain that bodacious booty of hers. Her skin was wasn't yet dripping with beaded sweat, and I hadn't spent the last hour marveling at her amazing body, so, with my head firmly attached, I was determined to ask her out.
"Hey, Suzy."
"Oh, hi there, little man!" She rarely called me by my name anymore.
"Hey," crap, I just said that, I was losing my nerve already! "Hey, so I was thinking, what are you doing after class today?"
"Well, taking a shower, I think!"
"Heheh, yeah, but after? I thought maybe, you would like to," I knew I had to get to the point, "I thought maybe you would like to go get some dinner?"
"Dinner? Sure, that sounds great!" YES! "What did you have in mind?" She didn't even stop to think about her answer.
I was in. I was so in. I cant believe I had waited this long. All the signs were there. But now, now I was in. I wasn't going to blow this. I suggested a Japanese place I knew, and she quickly agreed.
During class, I noticed her glancing at me. She was definitely flirting. She would shift her weight slightly, but really she was wiggling her butt for me to see. She even managed to jostle that bosom of hers a few times for my benefit. Wow, that sway, that mesmerizing, pendulous motion. She wasn't lewd about showing off. She was subtle enough to make me wonder if she was really putting a display or just doing yoga, but either way, I was fixated.
Her breasts were big before, but now I was certain they had grown. When she was in cow-pose, her boobs were definitely just a few inches off the ground, and the cleavage I caught in the mirror at the front of the room was unbelievable. And that bubble-butt of hers was all too ripe. This girl was unreal! I really had to work to keep from getting a boner.
After class she told me to meet her at Yuko's at seven o'clock. I was going to suggest eight, but she said it first. I didn't know it, but she was already in control of the relationship. She said seven and I said, yes ma'am.
Chapter 4
Our server at Yuko's seemed a little amused at us. She must have been six-foot four, and me a shrimpy five-three. We attracted some looks. Lets face it, we were an odd couple. I had suggested eight since I was nervous about conversation getting thin, but actually I needn't have worried. Suzy was much more garrulous than I had ever seen her, telling me about her rich parents whom she never saw, her trips to the Caribbean as a kid. I actually ended up mainly listening to her talk. And looking.
Now I like to think I know how to make myself attractive to the ladies. I had on a nice button down shirt and dark slacks, my hear neatly gelled, clean-shaven but not too much aftershave. But she didn't even have to try. Her backless top struggled to contain her massive chest, revealing a little cleavage and suggesting much more. Her hair was up, and all that tan skin, her shoulders, her neck, she wasn't just hot, she was beautiful.
She wore that same skirt she was wearing at the end of the semester, and there was little doubt that her hips were wider. For most guys, she probably would have picked something that fit her a little better, but I saw the soft flesh of her ample behind pushing out from below and I could hardly get enough. This girl was so freaking hot! She knew what I wanted too. She knew I would notice the skirt and that her butt was bigger than it was in May.
She kept drawing attention to her breasts, with her chopsticks, or her hair, and always after she would look away and give me a chance to sink my eyes in. More than once she caught me looking, but she just smiled and kept chatting. I paid our bill (she offered to split the bill but didnt insist), and we stepped out.
Immediately on our exit, we noticed some frat-boy types out front smoking cigarettes. "So where to next?" I asked, but I was distracted by the snickering I noticed from the simians.
One of them said, "Its the orca and the shrimp." Another, "The hippo and the mosquito." She turned and faced them, arms crossed. She was angry, but I could tell she was nervous. "Look out, the elephant might trample you!" one of them called out.
"Lets get out of here," she told me. The boys were laughing at as, jeering as we turned the corner. I was merely annoyed, but she was clearly upset.
When she started crying, I told her, "Hey, don't let those guys get you down, they're just stupid frat-boys."
"But they're right. I'm so fat!"
"I think you're the most beautiful woman Ive ever seen."
"You don't mean that. They were right about you, too, you're just with me for a laugh."
"What? Hey!" I said.
"I mean, I thought I was over this. I was feeling so so"
"Confident?" I put in.
She looked over at me, "Yeah, I guess. But it'll never be enough for those jackasses, I'll always be the oversized cow" she broke up. She was really crying now.
I hailed a cab and we got in. "Let me take you back to your place."
"Yeah, okay." She was calming down but she was still upset. She gave the driver directions and we were at her apartment soon.
We didn't talk much during the ride, but we held hands and I did my best to comfort her. She only lived a few blocks from where I did, so when we arrived at her place I paid the cabbie and we both got out.
"I just live about 5 minutes from here so I guess I'll just walk home, huh? Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah I'll be alright." She paused and said, "Why don't you come up. I don't want to be alone right now."
"Are you sure? I don't know if I should." I was trying to be the gentleman, but God help me, even though I knew she was on the verge of tears I still wanted a piece of that ass!
"Please, I could use some company. I live alone, and I havent really got anybody I can call. I trust you."
"Well, if you trust me then I guess I can trust myself!" She seemed to appreciate that bit of levity, I'm glad to say.
Chapter 5
Once upstairs, I saw that her apartment was big and well furnished. She had a nice stereo and a big TV, sectional couch, framed prints on the walls, the works. I guess she wasn't kidding, her parents were rich! She put on some music that she said would help her relax. "I always listen to Coltrane when I'm feeling down." Good taste in music, too!
She went into the kitchen and emerged with some ice cream and red wine. She went back for two spoons and two glasses, sat down on the couch, and began to eat the ice cream. She motioned for me to sit next to her. I poured the wine and sat. Sitting next to her like this, the difference in our sizes was all too apparent. I was barely eye level with her shoulders! Those great breasts of her where so close. She was involved in her eating and I took the moment to gaze at her. The shirt she was wearing, being backless, revealed a bit of her tits, at the side, where they emerged from her ribs. She had a bit of a belly sitting down, but her legs were crossed toward me and her lap was so broad and womanly.
She kept on at the ice cream and I drank some wine. I was getting nervous. She was really inhaling that ice cream she had nearly finished the pint! She suddenly realized what she was doing, looked at me, saw me watching her eat, and immediately she was crying again.
"Go ahead," she wailed, "tell me I'm fat, tell me I'm the most disgusting thing you've ever seen!" I leaned over to hug her, and she responded in kind. Now, I really did want to comfort her, but damn! When you've got tits practically the size of your head pressing into you it's hard to think of much else.
"Oh, baby, you're not fat! You're positively the most gorgeous woman alive! I can't believe my luck to be with you."
She kept crying, I kept pouring it on. "I mean it, you are without a doubt the hottest girl on campus. You're radiant! You're so womanly, its unbelievable."
She was growing calmer now. "Womanly? Doesn't that just mean"
"Babe! Your curves are absolutely spectacular, they go on and on, I cant stand it!" I didnt have to lie, this bitch was hot!
"You don't mind I'm so much bigger than you?" She slowed on the word bigger and pulled me closer.
"Are you kidding? Just that much more woman to love!"
"But I mean, it doesn't make you feel small, being here? Being held my a woman so much larger than you?" She let go of me and gave me a good look. Those lovely eyes of hers looking down at me, all of her body, warm, soft, so close.
"Well, I mean" I began, but she cut me off.
"You like it don't you. You like that I'm so big. You just want to get swallowed up by all this woman-flesh, don't you?" I didn't have to answer. My dick was standing at full attention, and my light summer slacks did nothing to hide it.
"You just want to be buried in these," she pressed her boobs together, "don't you?"
"God yes," I whispered.
She pulled her shirt up over her head, exposing her brazier, black satin. Her tan breasts pressed together, creating the most unbelievable cleavage you could imagine. There were inches of it, my god!
"You just want to be smothered by them, don't you?" She stood up. She turned around, unzipped her skirt at the side, and slowly, deliciously, wriggled out of it. Her cotton panties undulated as she bent over, her thighs moving back and forth, rubbing against each other. She drew her hands up the sides of her legs as she straightened out. She turned around to face me.
What a vision she was! Her melon-sized breasts jutted out proudly from her massive frame. "You love this body, dont you?" She was so tall! I had no doubt at that moment that before me stood the most exquisite female specimen on the planet. "You cant wait to get your hands, your lips, your tongue all over it, can you?" My mouth hung open.
She sauntered over to me. She stood right in front of me, my eyes level with her hips. She pulled me my head toward her sex. My cheeks pressed against her smooth, creamy inner thighs, my nose took in her scent. I was going to burst. She shifted her weight and her thighs rubbed against my face.
She released me and straddled me. Her soft bottom weighed gently against my raging boner and balls, my legs she was so big! She pressed my face into her cleavage. God this was heaven! She rubbed her ass against my crotch as she slowly turned her chest, rubbing her huge tits in my face. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Surrounded by voluptuous flesh, incapable of resisting." Now that she mentioned it, I don't think I could have moved even if I had wanted to. She had me pinned beneath her weight. I reached around and started kneading those massive ass cheeks of hers. She moaned.
"You've wanted this for a long time. I know." She leaned back, smiling down at me. "Ive seen you looking." I looked up at her, her massive breasts obscuring my view of her pretty face. She began unbuttoning my shirt. Then, finding this too slow, she ripped it open with ease and lifted if off of me. "Come on, little man." She got back to her feet, and turned around. Her ass stared me in the face. I leaned forward, into it, pressing my head into its vastness. "You kinky, dog!" she said. "There'll be more of that for you later."
She started walking toward the bedroom, slowly, her butt shifting with every step. I stayed seated, watching her body move. When she got to the door she turned her head and said, "Come on little man! Don't keep me waiting!"
I did not disappoint. I snapped out of my seat, tore my belt and pants off, and bounded for her bedroom. I found her laying down in the middle of the bed, her head lifted up by pillows. She lifted her two legs into the air and bent one at the knee, holding them there for me to admire. They were truly awesome legs: tan, thick, toned, soft, gorgeous legs. She began to wriggle her panties off and up her legs. She was sure putting on a show, and I loved every minute, every detail, from the way she wiggled her toes, to the way she slapped her legs, sending ripples through her thighs and ass.
"Now come here and please me," she said, motioning me toward her with her extended forefinger. I could only oblige. Her pussy was hairless, and it smelled sweet and pungent. My tongue dove in with abandon. "Ooh, slow it down, little man. Don't wear yourself out on the first go round, y'hear?"
My head was surrounded on all sides by nothing but her. Her soft thighs pressed lightly against my ears, her pussy against my face. She moaned as I caressed her clit. Her hands coursed through my hair as I continued my tongue acrobatics. Her moaning grew louder and more frequent, raising up in pitch. I slowed down, wanting her climax to arrive at just the right moment. She clenched my head with her legs, "Oh yes, oh yes!" she cried.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh, oh, ohhhh." And she came. She released her vice-grip on my head and I sat back on my knees, looking down at her. Her breathing was heavy, her breasts rocked back and forth with each gasp. Wait, was that? Did I really see that? Was she? She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on me.
"You see, don't you? You see what your orgasm did for me?" Sure enough, he breasts were growing. Almost imperceptibly, but slowly and surely. Her waist grew, her legs lengthened, her ass filled out. Holy ****! This girl was growing right before my eyes. "You noticed that I was filling out this summer, didn't you?" She got up and kneeled right in front of me. Now my head was right between her breasts. "Getting taller?" she continued.
"Well, now you know that you can make it happen whenever you want to." She unhooked her bra. I was surrounded by breasts that were now as big my head. "I can keep growing all you want, baby." She was rubbing her tits in my face again, pushing them together. I dug my hands into her soft butt-cheeks. This was more than I could have imagined. I had such a raging hard-on.
"Now I want to feel it again!" she said, loudly. She pushed me down. I was lying on my back, facing the ceiling, when she turned around and sat on my face. I was surrounded by her ass-cheeks. I could barely breathe. "This is was you wanted, isn't it? I'm in control now, I'm surrounding you on all sides." She took my dick in her hand and maneuvered her pussy to my mouth. "Now lick it, and I'll give you an orgasm you never imagined possible!"
Her pussy juices were dripping onto my face. My head was covered with her ass and inner thighs. I couldn't see; I could only barely breathe. But I could feel what she was doing to my dick. As I began to lick her labia, her breasts surrounded my penis and pressed into my balls. She rocked back and forth, caressing my shaft, softly pressing my nuts at the same time as her rear end bounced lightly against my face.
I nearly came that instant, but she grabbed my dick with her hands, holding it tight. "Hold on there, little man. You gotta wait for me!" I held on as best I could, but under these circumstances the pressure was extreme! However, she built to climax more quickly this time, and as her orgasm passed through her body, I felt the soft flesh of her bottom weighing heavier against my face even as her breasts expanded around my throbbing member. I burst into her cleavage, the most unbelievable orgasm in my twenty-one years on this planet.
Chapter 6
She rolled over. I was still on my back, my head level with her upper thighs. She was breathing deeply. Her now volleyball-sized breasts rose and fell.
"Wow," she said. "That was so... I've never felt anything like that. I felt so in control. I think I grew a few inches." She drew her hands along her sides. She hefted her breasts. "My goodness." She sat up and regarded her enormous boobs. They hung out more than half a foot from her chest, extending out beyond her ribs. My view of them was really something, from below. Her nipples stuck out proudly, the tawny areolae a bit puffed up. Looking at her from this angle, those breasts made me feel small, but it wasn't just her breasts. She was huge. Her soft curves couldn't hide the fact that this woman was a power-house. Her arms were thick but not at all flabby. It was clear that she was packing some serious muscles under that luscious padding. I wondered just how strong she was.
Her boobs were big enough to eclipse her view of my face, and she had to turn her torso so that she could see me. Her deep brown eyes fixed upon me. Her face was framed by the largest breasts i had ever seen. It was quite a sight. "You like what you see?" she asked.
"You know it," I said. She got up on her knees and put one on either side of me. If she looked big before, she looked positively monumental now. Her hands crept up from her thighs to her hips to those breasts of hers, and started kneading them, tugging on the nipples. Her hips swayed slightly. I reached my hands up to the sides of her hips. I couldn't nearly reach her waist. It was quite a show. "Oh god, baby, you're so fucking beautiful." She beamed and continued her display.
I felt spent, and she must have been tired too. She insisted I spend the night, and I obliged. We cleaned up and prepared for sleep. She put on some soft gym shorts and a worn tee-shirt and climbed into bed. I was naked. I rolled on to my side, facing the wall, and she squirmed over and spooned me. He breasts pressed into my back, her big thighs into my little ones. She really was a lot bigger than i was. Her left arm draped over me and gently caressed my chest. "This has been great," she whispered. "I'm so glad you suggested we go out tonight. I think you're really good for me."
Good for her? I to myself thought she seemed to be taking our relationship pretty seriously for it being so young. i mean, one date! But she squeezed me and, with her inviting womanflesh surrounding me on all sides, I decided to keep mum. We cuddled for another 20 minutes or so before I dozed off.
When I awoke, she was already up, sitting at the foot of the bed, naked now and facing away from me. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and noticed that she was very still. "Mornin'," I said, but there was no response. Sluggishly, I rolled out of bed and wandered toward the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Heading over there, I noticed that she was sitting cross-legged, her eyes half-open, gazing at nothing in particular. Meditating I guess. "She really goes in for that eastern stuff," I said to myself. I took a shower. While I was toweling off, I looked back in on her and it seemed as though she hadn't moved a muscle.
She was still incredibly hot, but in this immobile state she looked a little off. I continued drying myself and took the opportunity to take in her beauty. Her wavy brown hair hung down to her shoulders. It occurred to me that she looked a little indian or persian or something, what with her slightly dark skin, brown hair and eyes, and body shape. She was gorgeous, in any case. The more I looked at her, the surer I became that there was something unusual happening. Her lips were moving slightly. I started to get a little dizzy, I couldn't focus on her. I looked away and my vision seemed fine. I looked back at her and she still seemed a little fuzzy. I walked over to the of the bed again and I could see her fine. But then I looked across to the corner of the room and it was fuzzy there, now.
I walked all around her, and, although i could barely believe it, there appeared to be some kind of a haze in the air a few feet in front of her, like from heat or something. I walked over and put my hand into the spot, and, sure enough, there was something hot right there. Oddly, when I pulled my hand back, I noticed her frown. I touched the mysterious heat again, and she smiled. "Suzy, can you hear me?" Again there was no response. I started thinking about how I had never heard of orgasms causing women to expand before, and now this, and then I was getting a little nervous.
"What exactly is going on here?"
I said it out loud, not expecting her to take any notice. Indeed, she was as still as a statue, aside from those lips. It was like she was speaking, kinda, maybe some kind of mantram or something. (Hey, i'm not into that kind of hocus pocus, but i know girls who are, if you catch my drift.) I stood there a minute, pondering my next move. She was totally non-responsive, so I decided to just get on my clothes and go.
Chapter 7
It was about eleven when I had gotten my things together. I had been awake a full 30 minutes and she had barely moved. She was barely breathing. I didn't want to be a dick, leaving her without saying good-bye after we had just done the dirty last night, but what was I supposed to do, watch TV until she snapped out of her trance? Who knows how long that could have been. What the hell was she doing anyway? And what the hell was that making that hot-spot?
I was all ready to go. Before I left, I stood in the bedroom doorway and said, "Suzy? Suzy, I'm uh, gonna go now." I might as well have been talking to the furniture.
I got back to my apartment, cleaned up a little, played some X-Box, ordered pizza and had a lazy saturday. The next day was sunday, and I thought I should call Suzy when I realized I didnt have her number. Just then, the phone rang. I was sure it was Suzy, but it was strange because she didn't have my number either, and I wasn't listed.
"Hello?"
"Hi it's Suzy."
"Oh hi Suzy. What's going on?"
"Well, I just wanted to say that I had a great time on our date last friday."
"Oh." I said. I wasn't sure how to respond. "Yeah, I did too." A brief pause, and I said, "Say, I wanted to call you but I didn't have your number. I thought you didn't have my number either. How did you find me?"
"Ohh," she said, kinda high-pitched, like she was surprised. "Uhh, the phone book, silly." It was a dumb lie since I would obviously know that my own damn number wasn't in the phone book.
I didn't want to press the issue, so instead i just said, "Ok," in flat tones so she would know that I knew it wasn't so. "So what's up?"
"Uh, well, I don't know exactly how to say this, but, uhh, I kinda... I kinda don't fit into my clothes anymore."
I would never have guessed, but it made perfect sense, and I had to laugh. "Hey!" she said. Somehow she was still sensitive, even knowing what I thought of her body. "I mean, yeah, it's pretty weird, but-"
"Pretty weird alright," i put in.
She continued, "but it's really embarassing. I mean, you know i'm sensitive about catching attention. I suppose I got kind of used to it, but now, well, Joe, I'm just so much bigger now, and, well I suppose I have things that will cover me, but everything is just too small. I'm bursting out of everything I own, especially the tops," I gulped, "and I just don't want to be seen like this."
I could sympathize, i guess. "Yeah, i guess i can understand that. Is there something you wanted me to do? pick out something for you?"
"Oh! that would be lovely, but actually I picked a few things out already, on the internet. I was hoping you could pick them up at the store for me? I'm understand if you can't make it, but, i mean, I would be really grateful." She put a lot into that last part, and there was no question: she wanted me. I was still weirded out by all this, but she was really hot, and it's flattering to know that such a beauty wants you. A few images of her naked body passed through my, err, head, and there was no way I could say no.
"Well, I think i can manage that. Sure."
"Oh, thanks so much, Joe. I appreciate it. The order is payed up and everything. I called the SRU outlet and told them to expect your arrival." She did? before I had said yes, huh? She quickly said, "Here, let me give you the address."
I got to the SRU. I had never heard of it, and it was kind of a strange place. It was clearly a store for over-sized women, but it was also kinda hippy-dippy. I mean, patchouli, beads, herbs, on the one hand. On the other there were these gigantic panties and skirts and things. Kind of an odd combination, and odd to think that a place like this would have an online store. As soon as the wizened old lady behind the counter saw me, she said, "You must be Joe, yes?" I nodded. "I'm Wanda. Suzy told me to expect you. She's a good custmore, she is, but I didn't think this was her size, no, not this." She held up a dress, and I mean up. She raised her arms high to keep the hem off the ground. The woman regarded it. She blinked and for a moment the dress seemed to fill out like there was a person in it, but then it seemed like maybe it was just the wind...
"Suzy already paid for these items, so I guess I'll just hand them over to you," Wanda said as she pushed the shopping bags across the counter. There were four bags of clothes. Suzy had cash to spend I guess. I picked up the bags and was turning to go when Wanda said, "Oh, Joe, I nearly forgot. There's something else." Wanda smiled and handed me a thin, long box. "Tell Suzy that Ania wanted her to have this, this box here. It's a necklace, Joe. Ania told me to tell you that you were to put it around her neck yourself, see?"
Curiouser and curiouser. "Uh... ok."
I took the bags to my car and drove back to Suzy's place. I rang the bell and Suzy buzzed me in. I went up the stairs and knocked on the door. I heard some thumping sounds before Suzy opened the door.
She. Was. Tall. I mean, she was more than six feet when we met, but now she was nearly seven! She was really big. All over. My head didn't reach above her shoulders; my eyes were level with her cleavage.
"Joe, thanks so much, please come in." She stepped aside, but even so I had to turn as I walked past her, she was so thick.
I put the things down and turned around, and she was right there hugging me. "I really appreciate this Joe. You can see the shape I'm in." I sure could. She was definitely taller than she had been (thanks to my skills as a lover, i congratulated myself, but then wondered how that made any sense). She was wearing sweatpants. The didn't reach her ankles. More like mid-calf. They were stretched to the limit. "These were the only pants that would fit me, if you can call this fitting. And look at this top!"
Wow. It was a brown stretch-fabric tank top, and it was stretched to the max. I mean, it was taught around her mid-section, but her boobs pushed it out so much it was getting see-through. I could definitely see her areolae and nipples through it. "I was wearing a bra yesterday, but I uh, got kinda... restless and now they're all too tight." She blushed. That tank top didn't leave much to the imagination. She had huge breasts, and a lot of cleavage was showing.
"See, this is the kind of attention I thought i'd be getting." I snapped out of it. "But I don't mind it from you, Joe. You're so sweet." Now I was blushing. "Ohh, you're blushing! You're such a cutie-pie, Joe!" She came over and hugged me again, but this time she didn't bend over as much and my jaw was touching the top of her two breasts. She held me there just a moment, and then began going over the items i had brought her.
I sat down and watched as she bent over and leaned back and preened herself and oohed and just enjoyed the new clothes she had just gotten. She was rapt up in what she was doing, and I was rapt up watching her. She picked up a skirt she seemed to like, then took her straining sweats off. She wasn't wearing anything beneath them. Her ass was gorgeous. She was facing the couch and so was I, giving me quite a view. Suddenly she remembered I was there and turned around, holding the skirt in front of her.
"Ooops!" She said. "Heh, kinda forgot I had an audience there for a minute." There was a pause, and then she smiled and said, "Well Joe, you've been a good boy and done your good deed for the day, and now it's time your reward." I braced myself. All the unanswered questions I had raced through my brain all at once but promptly quit the scene. Her body loomed as she sauntered forward, and there wasn't room in my thoughts for anything else. She tossed the skirt away to reveal her pussy, her thighs, her wide hips.
"Now stand up." She didn't have to ask me twice. I stood and she knelt. She removed my pants. My boner popped out and she just grinned at it. "Hello there," she said, her mouth just a few inches away. "Ready for some fun are we?"
She got up off her knees and the turned around. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but she looked over her back, took my wrists and placed my hands on her wide hips. She leaned forward and bent her knees a bit, then slowly closed the distance between her ass and my crotch. It was lovely. Her butt was so massive, but pillowy-soft and warm. She gyrated her hips ever so slightly, varying the pressure on my genitals. She wasn't dragging skin against skin; we were locked together but her hip-bones pushed her butt-cheeks around a little bit.
She seemed to be fingering herself as she did this. Knowing what that meant just made me more aroused. She was going to grow again. The slowly varying pressure was incredibly erotic.
She turned around again and pushed my head into her taught shirt, while her right continued to bring herself to orgasm. The shirt was taught, so it was a little rough on my face, but still, those boobs were gargantuan. My nose was pressed into the shirt, but my forehead was pressed into the scoop-neck. Her soft skin against my face, I was getting really hard. She held me there a moment, running her hand through my hair, then let go.
She stepped back a few feet and leaned forward, giving me an eyeful of cleavage. She pressed her arms in, bringing her hands toward her pussy and pushing her breasts together, expanding the already dramatic cavern between them. "Look at me, Joe. Look at this body. Think of what awaits you." She was squirming a little bit, although at this point i wasn't sure if it was for my benefit or if she was about to cum. She squinted and then closed her eyes. She was getting close after all. "Think of what I can do for you with all of this." I just stood there, watching this unbelievable specimen of femininity parade itself before me. "Oh, Joe, think of it. Oh... Joe! Oh... oh Joe!" she squealed, then gasped, and what happened next was simply amazing. Her left hand came up to the neck-line of her shirt and started tugging on it. It was getting tighter. Her hand pulled on it, and her nail must have pricked it from the inside because a whole opened up.
There was a sound of ripping fabric as her expanding breasts simply tore the shirt asunder. Above her breasts, the shirt still encircled her chest, but below it was a mess. He boobs were even bigger than before, easily the biggest i had ever seen, bigger than my head, bigger than her head. She was sweating and panting. She was still leaned over, and her breasts hung pendulously, swaying as her lungs heaved in and out. Slowly, her breathing slowed and she stood up straight. Sure enough, she was taller. Her legs were longer, her ass was wider, her boobs were bigger. Hell, everything about this girl was sexier. Even her face had changed a little. A few more freckles, a little more yellow in the brown eyes, cheeks a little more spread out. It was subtle but it was there.
"Oh Joe, you make me feel so wonderful!" She walked forward and now my head was right in between those massive melons of hers. She put one of her hands on the small of my back and pressed my body into hers. My dick was in between her thighs then. She swayed her chest from side to side, shifting her weight. the flesh of her breasts was pushing my head back and forth, while her thighs provided a slowly pulsing pressure on my penis. This girl knew how to work my body, man, did she ever! I was so turned on I could barely think straight. "Are you going to cum for me, Joe?"
"Ungh," was the best I could muster. I was hard. Really hard. She continued with this motion for another minute or so but i wasn't getting that much closer. She seemed to notice this, so she walked into me, pushing me back onto the loveseat where I had been before. I was slouching, looking up at her, jaw slack and breathing hard. "Okay, baby, let Suzy take care of you. She knows what you like." She knelt on top of me, and slowly lowered her hot, wet pussy onto me. At first she just stayed there. I reached up and grabbed her boobs, caressing them, kneading them. They were so much bigger than anything I had ever felt before, larger than I had though possible before a few days ago. Slowly, she pushed her body up. The steady, warm friction on my penis was indescribable. As she came back down, her buttox and thighs again exerted a gentle pressure on my testicles. Man this was the most amazing sex i had ever had! She sped up. I was getting close. My feet were tingling, my muscles twitching...
"Do you want it?" I could barely form a reply. "Tell me you want it." I groaned. She pulled herself off me. I looked up at her. The ripped shirt was till there, a reminder of the extraordinary nature of her voluptuous body. Her pussy, her hips, her boobs, up to her face. She was looking down back at me. "Tell suzy that you want her."
"I..."
She lowered her labia into contact with the tip of my penis and held that position. "That's it..."
"I... I want you."
"You want me? Are you sure?" She pushed down a bit then right back up.
"I want you, baby," i gasped.
"My name's not baby, Joe. Tell me you want me."
"I want you," I said.
"I'm not sure I believe you Joe." I was desperate. I was on the brink. I didn't just want her, I needed her. "You have to convince me Joe. Tell me you want me, say my name."
"I want you!" I sputtered.
"Yes?"
"Oh Suzy, I want you so bad!"
"That's it Joe, say my name." She lowered herself down on to me. The pleasure was intense!
"Oh Suzy! Give it to me Suzy! I need it! Suzy!" The feelings passing through my body were intense.
I reached out and grabbed her hips and thrust into her violently, spasmodically. My penis was on fire and getting chills all at once. Jets of sensation shot through my cock. "Let it out, Joe. Give it all to me!" My orgasm continued, slowing. She kept on fucking me, eeking out every last drop of cum i had in me.
"Oh my god," I said. "Don't stop," I said.
"I won't stop, Joe. You haven't seen the last of me."
Chapter 8
The feeling was indescribable. I kept on blinking, barely able to believe what was happening to me. She loved it. She giggled. "You like me Joe?"
"Suzy, you're amazing." She smiled and cocked her head. Sitting there, on my cock, she drew circles on my chest with her finger. She looked down on me. She continued gently grinding against my crotch. She was so much bigger than i was. Her thick thighs, her plump rear, so much of her soft flesh pressed against mine. It was erotic. Suzy seemed to be enjoying it even more than me. That smile on her face said it all. She knew what effect she had on me and she loved it. Her impossibly full breasts bobbed up and down as she breathed.
It suddenly occurred to me that I couldn't get up. I squirmed my hips a little bit, but i couldn't budge her weight. She just giggled again. "I've got you, Joe. You're all mine!"
He smile went ear to ear. She continued to gaze down at me. She was obviously enjoying herself. I had no choice but to watch this supernatural babe admire my semi-clothed body. I guess she noticed that I didn't seem to be having quite as much fun as she, and she got up off of me. I stood and walked over to the bathroom to clean myself off.
When I got back she was holding the thin box that the saleslady had given me at the clothing store. "Joe, did you get this for me?"
"Actually, the lady behind the counter gave that to me to give to you. She said Ania wanted you to have it."
"Ania?" Suzy was wide-eyed. She had taken off the tattered shirt, and had just put on one of her new bras. She wasn't wearing anything else. Those wide hips, that big butt... mmmph...
"That's what she said. It seemed pretty weird. That was kind of a weird store, Suzy, how often have you been there?"
"Wanda said it was from Ania?" said Suzy, ignoring me.
"Well, the lady said that 'Ania wanted you to have it', and... I think she also said that Ania wanted me to put it on you." Suzy looked distracted.
"How would Wanda know Ania? How did Ania find Wanda?" Suzy muttered. "Ania wanted you to put it on me?"
"I guess so. Suzy, who's Ania? Is she your mom or something?"
"Hahaha, ahh, no, not really. Sometimes I feel like Ania's more of a mother to me than my mother was. Ania's... well, I met her a long time ago. She's always looked after me."
This was pretty vague. "What do you mean?"
Ignoring me again, Suzy said, "So Ania wants you to put it on me? Well, lay it on me, little man! I think you might have to find a stool if you want to reach." Suzy handed me the box.
I opened the box and said, "Suzy, who's Ania?" but now that I could see the necklace it had my attention. Suzy's too. It was a narrow string of silver. At the center was a thin disc or what looked like amber. It had a strange glyph in it, and appeared to be studded with tiny rubies. The rubies were dark, but there were flecks of light inside.
"It's beautiful," Suzy said. She looked around and said, "You can use the chair over by the table," pointing.
I still wasn't wearing anything below the waist, but i went over and got the chair and got up onto it. Suzy turned to face away from me and held her hair up. I took the necklace out of the box and put it around her neck.
My hands felt funny. It was like an electrical current was passing from Suzy through the necklace to my hands, but it didn't hurt exactly. They felt impelled together. They were tingling so much that i actually had trouble clasping the stupid thing.
What happened next was bizarre. Suzy shrank, losing about 6 inches in height and some significant, err, ahh, width in other key spots. Suzy shrieked, "Take it off! Take it off!"
My hands were still grasping it, but Suzy was frantically twisting her head trying to see the back of her neck. Too confused to be shocked, I gave her a level look. She returned my gaze and stopped thrashing about. I undid the clasp and removed it, and, voila, she grew those 6 inches right back. Now we were both confused. I undid and re-did the clasp a few times with the same weird results.
I handed it to her and asked her to put it on. She did, but nothing happened. After a few minutes, i saw how it worked. If I put it on her, she'd be six foot eight. If I took it off she'd be six foot two. Whatever she did with it, nothing happened. So I guess i knew how it worked, in a manner of speaking.
In another manner of speaking, "What the hell is going on?" I took the necklace off her neck and enjoyed seeing her pop back into full size. Those boobs of hers were so big.
I looked up from her cleavage and Suzy noticed that I was no longer distracted by her amazing body. She bit her lip (a charming gesture, no, wait, stay focused). "Well," she began, "I don't know if you'd understand. It's kind of... an unusual situation..."
"Yes. Yes I got that much. I was hoping for something a little more specific."
"Well Joe," Suzy said, "it's kind of a long story." She squeezed into the sweatpants she had been wearing earlier.
"It began when I was six." Suzy told me her story. Even after seeing her grow like that, right before my eyes, I probably wouldn't have believed her if it hadn't been for the necklace. I mean, I had imagined there as some kind of natural explanation for what was going on. It was a stretch, but I'm a meat and potatoes kind of guy. The supernatural didn't just didn't exist. Or at least I thought so.
But the necklace, that just wasn't natural. So, when Suzy told me that when she was six she was visited by an ageless spirit named Ania, I took it at face value. "Ania says she has linked to the family since the 8th century, when a powerful witch named Hilda called to her. Since then, Ania has passed from mother to daughter, starting with Hilda and her daughter Ingrid. The way it's supposed to work, the mother performs a ritual that binds Ania to her daughter, and the daughter says some magic words that announce her devotion to Ania who then becomes the guardian for the daughter's family." Suzy told me that having a guardian means your life is a lot easier in many respects, at least it would have been back in the 8th century. Your fields are always healthy, and so are your livestock. Not really so helpful nowadays, i thought to myself. On the plus side, the "supplicant", which I guess is what Suzy was, gets a long life and heightened libido and looks.
"Ania was originally a forest spirit, so she's tied in to the seasons and stuff. She says she can even talk to plants, although she's lost her touch recently. To hear Ania tell it, every one of the women in my lineage was involved in farm labor, at east until the last hundred years or so. My mother's mother, Sandra Vogel, was born into farm life, and took Ania on at fifteen, which was apparently much younger than usual. Her mother had been sick or something, so she performed the transference ritual early. Sandra, continued helping at the farm until she was seventeen, when she met a wealthy banker's son. Sandra moved with Byron to Chicago in 1935.
"Ania was excited by the bustle of the big city, but she grew much weaker. She talked with Sandra, but Sandra didn't seem to care much. She never really understood what a wonderful creature Ania was, apparently. Ania was bound to Sandra, but Sandra had no interest in Ania. When my mother, Liza, was born, Ania tried to make contact, but Liza grew up in an age of modernism and science. Byron was just as successful as his father, so Liza never experienced any material want. Ania had nothing to offer." Suzy looked out the window. "When I was born Ania was very weak. But I loved the country, and Ania followed me around, and brought me flowers. You know how Snow White would go and sing in the woods and all the little birdies and rabbits would come and listen? Well, that actually happened to me." Suzy laughed, and I joined her.
"That's pretty silly," I said. I wondered if Ania had ever seen Snow White. It was a cute trick.
"It is, I guess, but as a girl it was just lovely. I guess Ania really wanted my attention. It worked. Ania introduced herself and I was enchanted. In retrospect, I think she was pretty lonely. Ania tried to remember how Hilda called to her, but it was so long ago that she only remembered some of it. Ania says that the ritual i performed was pretty different from the one Hilda did, but that it's all to the good. Ania isn't so linked into the earth now. Most of the other forest spirits have passed on or something, so all of Ania's energies are focused on me."
Suzy informed me that she was the healthiest person she knew. She had never had a broken bone, or a cavity. She had never even gotten sick worse than a mild flu. "I'm stronger than I look, too." She walked over to the arm of the loveseat I was on and lifted it up.
"Woah," I said, more because I was feeling unsteady than out of surprise at her feat of strength. I don't think i would have been able to do it so easily, but I mean, it wasn't a great big sofa or anything. I looked at Suzy and said, "Cool!" but her brow was furrowed. She bent her knees and lifted the other end of the loveseat into the air. The whole thing was now resting on her knees. "Woah!" I said, this time much louder. Now I was impressed.
Suzy lowered me down steadily. She was breathing a little hard when she let go, which made her bare cleavage heave. She looked sexy, but not really that spent. I guess she wasn't kidding! She really was strong.
Suzy continued. "Ania kind went into overdrive trying to help me out. I played soccer when i was in middle school, but one time i kicked the ball so hard that when the goalie caught it, it knocked the wind out of her. She stumbled backward, into the net. People laughed at first, but at the next practice I started getting funny looks. My mother never heard about it. When I told her I didn't want to sign up the next year, all she said was, 'That's fine honey. Sports are for boys anyway.'
"My mother was absent most of my life, so Ania mostly raised me. I could name about every plant in my parents' country estate. Ania wasn't so great about helping me with making friends, though. I had spent so much time talking to her in my younger days, that when high school came around, I had never really developed socially. Ania doesn't seem to understand my need for having friends, and she was a little insulted when I told her that I didn't always like being so big and strong.
"Before I met you, I had never found a boy I really liked. I mean I dated and stuff in high school, but I was taller than most of the boys, so I didn't have too much luck. After our little... studying mishap... I was pretty shaken up. I was real touched when you came to apologize, but I was just too upset to talk to you. I talked it over with Ania a bunch, and Ania pretty much just told me that I should be happy that I found someone who likes me. She said she had, err, checked up on you, and she thought we would be a good match." I wasn't really sure what to think of that, so I didn't say anything. "She said she watched you a bit at school, and she noticed that you liked women with, you know, curves." I smiled. "She also saw that you were a sweet guy and that you weren't a 'player' or whatever. Actually, she seemed to like you a lot more than I did at first." Suzy looked a bit puzzled and continued, "But the more she told me about you the more I thought I'd like to meet you again in a more friendly context.
"Ania was thrilled. Now, when most girls tell their girlfriends that they want to catch a guy's eye, the friends usually help out with make-up tips or a new dress or something. When you've got a fairy-godmother, well, things go to the next level. Ania helped me learn how to channel my, uh, erotic energy into my body. I think you know what I mean," she smiled.
"So that's about all I know. I don't know how the necklace works, or what that symbol is. I have no idea how Ania contacted Wanda at the shop. I know I like you, Joe." She paused. "Wow, that sure was a mouthul. How are you taking all of this?"
"I... I guess it's cool?" I said. "I mean, I like you too, Suzy. In case you couldn't tell, you're the most gorgeous thing I ever laid eyes on. And I like your way. You're smart and funny. Dynamo in the sack." We smiled at each other. "I mean, this stuff with Ania is a little weird, but I'm sure I'll get used to it."
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