"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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After the Brubakers had left The Presence had visited again.
"You did a great job, Sport! Really proved my point! Thanks, but the bad news is you can't keep that oversized sex stick! Besides, no human woman could handle it!"
But don't worry, I've got a great bonus lined up for you!"
I had argued with It and we finally agreed that I would be able to keep some of the enlargement.
So I was now hauling a foot long erection in my pants! And thick as my wrist as well! The women went wild for it, as you might imagine. And thanks to the intervention of The Presence, even the women that I had been with earlier seemed to remember this new appendage as being my normal cock.
I was just getting used to having such a massive prick when I wandered in to the office several weeks later.
"I understand that you are interviewing for the new position to be your assistant." Mrs Anderson looked at me over her reading glasses. "I would like a chance to interview. I've been with the Institute for years and I think I deserve the opportunity to at least interview." That last was said half defensively and half pleadingly. I had just been appointed the "Brubaker Professor of Comparative Blahblahblah". Or something like that.
Mr. Brubaker had been so pleased with the way his trophy wife had become more tractable after the fucking I'd given her that he had decided to endow the chair as long as I was appointed to the position. Which the Dean had been happy to do. Even congratulated me on my "Excellent Interaction with our Alumni!"
The endowment came with funding for an office, staff, expenses and the promise of several supervisory visits each year from Mrs. Brubaker!
And now I was starting the process of interviewing for office staff. I could hire one full time and three part timers/interns. I was really looking forward to the "interview" process. I had a couple of really major attributes I was looking for in all of the positions. Heh heh heh!
Mrs. Anderson had been the Department Secretary as long as I had been here. No one noticed her. No one ever saw her outside of the office. Hell, no one had ever seen her anywhere other than at her desk!
All anyone could say about her was that Mrs. Anderson was a mountain of a woman. She must have weighed in the 250 to 300 range. Probably more. And it was not a somewhat over weight, pudgy range. Mrs Anderson had multiple chins and rolls of fat everywhere that you could see as she sat behind her desk. Her hands were almost swallowed by her wrists. Her upper arms were the size of whole hams and jiggled while she typed. Hell she jiggled when she sat still. And, again, not in a way that was cute or enticing. Frankly, I tried to not look at her too often. It was up setting.
Although, now that she had drawn my attention I noticed that she didn't appear to be quite as obese as usual. Really hard to tell under the tent like muumuu that she was wearing. Nonetheless, I had no interest in talking with her. I was looking forward to "Interviewing" as many buxom, tight, toned, bra-busting college co-eds as I could before hiring an assistant. It was one of the major perks to the new position. I was hoping to do it year after year, too!
But I knew that I had to at least grant Mrs. Anderson an interview or she could cause a stink.
"That's fine, Mrs. Anderson. Would you like to come by this afternoon or would tomorrow suit you better?"
"Tomorrow will be fine, and thank you," she replied.
The next morning there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Anderson entered. But this was not the mountain of a woman that I had expected. It was Mrs. Anderson, but not as I had ever seen her! No pants suit. No muumuu No billowing scarf to obscure her upper body.
As she approached I looked her over.
She was wearing sky high heeled boots that laced up to just under her knees. The slit in her skirt reached almost to her hips. As she strode into the office that slit parted to show dark stockings which I could see were attached to garters. She wore a double breasted jacket over a white turtle neck. Her body pushed the jacket far out from her body. The hem of her jacket was over a foot from her body where it hung at her hips. Her boobs had to be huge to make that jacket hang like it did. My interest was piqued! Piqued? HELL, my boob radar was ringing alarm bells!
She endured my examination with equanimity as she settled into her chair. In fact I thought I saw a hint of pride on her face as I tried to reconcile her current appearance with the mountain of a woman that I had ignored for so long.
"Excuse me for saying this but you seem to have changed quite a bit, Mrs. Anderson." My voice quavered just a bit. She looked totally different!
"Yes, I know. I started doing Pilates."
"Oh? How long have you been exercising?"
"Almost three weeks," she replied.
"Three weeks?" I was incredulous. Three weeks and she had gone from a mountain of blubber to... well, I wasn't sure what she had become. But she was no longer a mountain of blubber! What ever was going on on campus seemed to affect different people in different ways. But the over all result was gigantic breasts and a certain, um, freedom of attitude.
She continued. "I have not lost much weight but I've been transformed, nonetheless. Physically, mentally and emotionally. I've left my husband. He couldn't cope with how I was changing. I feel like a caterpillar that has metamorphosed into a butterfly!" She threw her long reddish hair back over her shoulder.
"That's an apt analogy," I commented. "You have certainly changed your look."
"It's not just my looks that have changed," she replied. "I find that my entire out look has changed. I enjoy the glances from others. I enjoy watching people that see me and their reactions."
"I've seen the list of the people that you intend to interview." How had she done that? The list was supposed to be confidential and only on my computer. "I know the sort of things that you are looking for in the applicants. I'm so much more qualified than you can imagine!" Her voice was filled with certainty.
"Let me show you what I mean" she was rising from the chair as she spoke.
She dropped the blazer to the floor as she rounded the desk. It seemed that the blazer had been containing her mountainous breasts. I had never seen anything like them!
Her sweater was not low cut, revealing almost nothing. But it bulged alarmingly. The ribbing was stretched to the limits. And the threads of the turtleneck were pulled taut trying to contain her Herculean boobs.Her breasts swung in front of her. They stretched out over two feet from her chest! Maybe more! I hoped to be able to measure them to be sure. I could tell that there was some sort of a bra under that stressed out sweater. But it was clearly inadequate. There were hillocks of flesh evident where she bulged out of the bra above and below. And to each side! Her bra was obviously failing to keep control of her inordinate amplitude.
Those massive torpedoes were much wider than her rib cage, pointy and super big, I didn't think she could reach her nipples, they stuck so far in front of her.
Her skirt dropped away as she joined me on my side of the desk. Those gargantuan breasts almost reached my face while she was still a step or two away.
I could peek below her bosom to see her legs in leather boots, stockings and garters. Those garters framed a minuscule black leather thong before disappearing under her bosom.
Moving languidly, she slid her arms out of the sleeves and, with some effort, pulled it up over the protrusion of her massive bosom and over her head.
After a slight pause she drew her shoulders back, forcing her tits to rise and project even closer to me. The sweater slid to the floor. Now I could see her undergarments. A black leather-like bustier and matching bra. A bra of immensely titanic proportions. The bustier drew her waist in to a shocking degree.
Her bra, even as large as it seemed, was over whelmed by the size of her massive boobs. Those titanic mounds rose up out of the support of the bra, over flowing to the sides and rising until the upper curves almost reached her shoulders. Extra flesh was trying to escape to the sides and bottoms of her stretched out cups.
This was the body of a top heavy seductress who demanded the most from her mates. And the hair with its reddish highlights and her make up only emphasized this. Smoky eye shadow, brilliant red lip stick, pendant ear rings that sparkled in the light just brushed her shoulders as she prowled toward me. I was spell bound in my chair.
She swiveled my chair so that I was facing away from her. I heard soft slithering sounds of fabric, a few soft grunts and then nothing. I could sense her moving behind me.
As I sat in anticipation I felt a weight descend on my head. She was resting a boob on my head! I was enjoying the feeling when the heavy softness slowly began to slide downward. She was now resting both boobs on top of me. They slowly flowed downward, covering more and more of my cranium.
As I watched I saw them descending in front of me. They reached ahead of me farther than I could estimate.
She was allowing her breasts to encase my head. Now over my ears, her breasts continued downward. In seconds they were resting on my shoulders! At the same time I felt her push inward with both hands and forearms on each side. The opening between her breasts in front of me closed, blocking out all light and most of the air. I could still feel her breasts on top of my head and resting on my shoulders as she began to rhythmically flex and manipulate these totally gigantic titties. I wondered if my head was even visible? Again and again she squeezed, released, pushed and pulled. She would lift those gigantic gourds and allow them to once again fall onto my shoulders while twisting and moving behind me. The pressure changed as she worked. It was one of the most erotic feelings I had ever experienced.
