A Blemish On The Curve Ch 09

Lucas took a small, jerking step in the direction of their new table, but he wasn't able to proceed along any farther. His brain simply didn't have the attention to spare for moving his legs. He was gaping, utterly dumbfounded, at the statuesque pillar of feminine curves in front of him that was Brooke. He couldn't seem to focus on one aspect of her in particular that deserved more attention than the next -- his eyes were jumping helplessly from one feature to another. The way that her violet dress was now showing signs of strain as they strove valiantly to contain her luscious thighs and mighty hips...the dramatic and eye-poppingly alluring shift from the wide curve of her hips to her comparatively-tiny waist, completing the most breathtaking and vivid hourglass figure that Lucas (or anyone else in the restaurant) had ever seen...the twin, heavy globes of her H-cups that were now unquestionably threatening to burst through the bust of her dress, right in his face, the impinges of her nipples poking through more obviously than ever...he could smell a heavy, sweet, and maddeningly intoxicating scent that was wafting towards his nose from the long, tight, dark line of her cleavage, making his eyes veritably flutter with arousal. Her solid, feminine, well-formed arms, arranged in captivating crooks as she put her hands on her hips slowly, waiting for him...the elongated, alabaster, curving colonnade of her neck a it arched down at him expectantly, all supporting...her elegant head...and her captivatingly gorgeous face.

As he stared up at Brooke, unable to move beyond his first lurching motion, Lucas could have easily been convinced that such a face had descended from the heavens above. It was shocking, stunning, how beautiful she had become. And yet, in the back of his mind, Lucas still harbored a realization that was beginning to slowly inundate his thoughts -- he was still pressing down on the remote in his pocket, and he could see, subtly but unmistakably, the telltale swelling and burgeoning of Brooke's flesh all over her already-tremendous body. She was still growing...and even more enthrallingly for Lucas, she was becoming more and more beautiful. Lucas focused his eyes on her bust and watched as it slowly but surely continued to rise along with the rest of her body.

'She's already a 10 out of 10,' Lucas thought to himself, his arousal stumping him in place, 'But...I'm still pressing the button. What would...an 11 look like...a 12? A 20!?!'

His chest rose and fell with increased cadence. In this moment, he had completely forgotten about his surroundings -- he had forgotten that he was in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, forgotten his indignation at Brooke effortlessly humiliating him seconds before, forgotten everything, except the sheer and exquisite feminine being standing before him. He tried to swallow, but his mouth and throat were so dry that he actually coughed a little, quite literally choking on his astonishment.

"Having a little trouble there?" came the lovely liquid of Brooke's voice, meandering like a delicious river through the air to his ears. Lucas finally was able to force himself to swallow, and he gulped air a few times, trying to speak.

"I...I j-just...I'm --" he stammered, utterly incapable.

"How about," chuckled Brooke, "You just follow after me, huh?"

She swung her hips out, knocking gently against him (whether she intended to or not) and sending him stumbling backward a bit. He couldn't believe how firm and solid she was, or how easily she had mustered the strength, power, and momentum from her stationary position just a second before. But he had to collect himself and follow her, because her body was rapidly getting farther away -- she was already walking towards their new table, and Lucas finally managed to infuse his legs with the will to continue forward. As he did so, he was able to admire Brooke's ass from behind, as she walked -- her cheeks bounced crazily up and down, up and down, left and right, left and right, like they had minds of their own. Her ass was higher up than it had been before...closer in height to his stomach. She had grown so huge in her dress that the violet line of fabric now only came down to the top third of her thighs, and from behind, Lucas could even see the beginnings of the smooth curve where her ass cheeks blended together seamlessly with her creamy thighs. At this point, Brooke's outfit was becoming inappropriate for the restaurant setting, but that was the last thing on Lucas's mind. He had to catch up to her...sit next to her...take her in...as he watched her becoming more with each passing moment.

"Ahhhh, yessss, this is much better," sighed Brooke pleasantly as she sank down into her new seat. Lucas watched her ass appear to swallow up a huge area of the booth as her body descended down, and then he found his eyes automatically flitting to her enormous, heavy breasts, which shook and jiggled with her descent. He saw her right breast actually begin to slip out of her dress as she sat down, but she noticed instantly and brought her hand up, latching her fingers around the fabric as she tugged it back in place. Lucas thought he caught a glimpse of her darkish-tan, beautiful areola, in a perfectly symmetrical circle. He felt himself go cold with lust, even as his insides were raging and roiling at a fever pitch -- his body was a cacophony of contradictions, all thrown into disarray by the lascivious perfection in front of him.

As Brooke sat down, she straightened her right leg, seeming to stretch it out at first, but then lifted it up high in the air, so that, for a brief moment, her entire heels were over Lucas's head. He didn't know what she was doing, but he was stunned by the close-up view of her shapely calves -- he only realized a second later that she had extended her leg out and up this way because she was crossing her legs. As she did so, he saw her thighs appear to swell even larger and firmer. Was it just because she had crossed them? Or because they were actually getting that much bigger?

"Lucas, come on," Brooke was saying, laughing a little as she furrowed her brow, "Are you just gonna keep standing there staring at me, or are you gonna sit down like a normal person?"

He exhaled and walked forward mechanically, sitting down next to her, his hand still in his pocket. Their new table was such that they were actually sitting side by side, instead of across from each other, and Lucas was treated to a close-up view of Brooke's thighs compared with his own -- they rose above his immensely, completely dwarfing them. He wasn't a small person by any means, but he had never felt so small before in his life -- Brooke's legs had to be at least twice the size of his by this point...and probably more. He turned his head slightly to the right, and seemed to sense that her heavy breasts were hanging hugely next to him, starting from where the top of his head began, and hanging down all the way, in heavy, low majesty, to his sternum. With both of them sitting down, Brooke seemed even bigger and taller than before, simply because the large cushion of her swelling ass cheeks gave her that much more of a height boost.

"So...Lucas," intoned Brooke, making it more than evident that she was focusing him back to their conversation, "I know I got a little over your head there, but anyway, I'm just glad there are people at Braden I can go to to discuss those kinds of things. What about Trent? Would he be someone who would understand that kind of stuff?"

"T-Trent!?" choked Lucas, his rekindled indignation tearing him away from his preoccupation with Brooke's thighs and breasts. "Trent!? He's...he's only an associate software engineer. He's...he's not even a senior one yet! Let alone an office manager like me!"

"Imagine that, having an office manager at a top 50 company who doesn't know the properties of organolithium reagents," Brooke muttered, almost to herself.

"I...what did you just --" Lucas began, feeling his face heat up even as he watched Brooke's shoulders rising vertically above him, well past the top of his head at this point. She was expanding before him, her body ever so slowly creeping closer to his.

"So what kind of car do you drive, Lucas?" asked Brooke, seamlessly interrupting him as she folded her hands on the table. Her movement threw Lucas for another loop -- it had been so deftly feminine, almost prim, and yet, the hugeness of her hands lent a definite weight and raw power to the simple motion. Lucas saw everything on the table rattle a bit from the shock wave of her contact.

"What?" sputtered Lucas, still reeling from ire, and now having to contend with a totally unexpected question. "Car?"

"Yes," said Brooke quite simply, blinking at him as she continued looking down on him with that same slow, confident cool. "Car. What do you drive, Lucas?"

"I...drive a BMW," he answered, sitting up a little straighter next to her. He didn't realize it, but he had already started falling into a specific pattern of behavior that was designed to impress whoever it was he was talking to. He was proud of his car, and proud of the career accomplishments he felt that it symbolized...and embodied. It was a powerful car: sleek, fast, and well-made.

As Brooke spoke, she leaned back, unfolded her hands, and reached them up to her neck area. Lucas thought that she was about to adjust her dress again, but instead, she simply took off her necklace, bowing her magnificent head slightly in the process. She was just barely able to get it off her head, and Lucas realized that it had become far too small for her burgeoning body. He stared, mesmerized, as Brooke deposited the necklace into a pile that included her bracelet and rings that she had already taken off. She was shedding jewelry, and by the way that her body (particularly her breasts, hips, and thighs) was pressing into her violet dress, it looked like the dress itself might be next.

Lucas felt his breath catch in his throat, and once again, he was nearly overwhelmed by the contradictions happening inside his head -- he was still angry that Brooke had condescended to him so blatantly, but those emotions were fast evaporating in the wake of what was replacing them: a desire to impress Brooke, and an increasingly insistent realization that this woman was turning into a literal goddess in front of his very eyes. Her face had already begun to take on a dazzling quality that was beginning to approach...otherworldly dimensions. With each passing second, her beautiful aroma seemed to become all the more powerful; and in tandem, it felt to Lucas like he had ingested a few pills of Viagra, as his cock was growing forcefully against his will.

"I...y-yes, yes it's a...a very nice car," Lucas managed to say, briefly (and with considerable effort) taking his eyes off Brooke's expanding cliff of breast flesh and bringing them up to Brooke's face, which continued rising, ever so surely, up, up, and up, vertically above him. Was this her at an 11 out of 10? Or higher? It was starting to get hard to tell -- they were in uncharted territory. And as soon as he made eye contact with Brooke, he had to dart his eyes away. The power, strength, and fluent confidence in her eyes were too much for him to take, as was the sinking feeling that she was mocking him again.

"A r-really...top of the line, machine," he added, looking down at Brooke's legs. She had just uncrossed them, apparently out of sheer practicality, since her legs were already beginning to crowd the larger table. And now she was stretching them out under the table; he saw the impressive muscle in her thighs gently swell underneath the smooth contours of her curves, and he felt himself growing increasingly desperate...and then, he felt her leg touch his leg, and he felt the warmth and vitality of her flesh flushing into his body from the source of contact.

"It...it can go 160 miles an hour," Lucas forced out, "And...and it gets 67 miles per gallon. Not a lot of cars have both of those...those features, you know? It cost...well, it cost a lot of money, but, hehe...I mean, I could afford it."

"Mmmm, I bet you feel big and powerful, driving that thing around, huh?" chuckled Brooke, grinning down at him. "But someone with your salary...as Office Manager of Braden...well, I'm sure it was a drop in the bucket."

"Haha, well, uhh...let's just say that I didn't have to go on food stamps after I made the purchase," laughed Lucas, blushing, not knowing whether he was actually making headway with this girl or whether she was just making fun of him some more. He didn't want to look her in the eye, so it was hard to tell, just from the tone of her voice. But every time she chuckled, he felt like he had to work his way out of a temporary kind of paralysis -- the sound just seemed to wash over him from on high, bathing his body in a wave of searingly-erotic feminine energy. Her voice, her laugh, even the sound of her breath, in inhales and exhales, went straight down into his crotch, titillating his cock with every accent. His member was growing more and more painfully erect, against his own will.

As Lucas continued to look at her body (and not her face), he could see her body continuing to rise up beside him, her hips and legs getting ever closer to his, as she continued growing up and up and up...

"What is your salary, by the way?" Brooke ventured, turning her head slightly sideways as she continued looking down at him. The question again caught Lucas off-guard, and he looked up at her. There was no question about it: her face was much higher above him than it had been before; he was met with the startling discovery that he actually had to look up past her nipples, which were pressing with increased energy and impatience into her violet dress, right at the level of his eyebrows.

"My...my salary?!" asked Lucas.

Brooke blinked slowly as she gave a long sigh out, flaring her nostrils slightly as the smile twitched a little on her immaculate mouth.

"Yes," said Brooke simply. "Is it over or under $200,000?"

"Uhh...under," replied Lucas, again feeling a desperate sense that this impossible bombshell was dismissing him. "B-but...but not by much."

"Hmmm, yeah," said Brooke slowly, her eyes still steadily regarding him. Lucas wasn't looking at them directly (instead focusing on the elegant elongation of her exquisite neck), but had he just seen them flash green again!? He ventured a glance directly into her eyes, and saw nothing except two large, dark, endless wells of intense and overwhelming energy. He had to look away again.

"And you're how old again?" she continued.

"I'm...36," he answered, feeling increasingly like she was cornering him.

"Uh-huh," she said, sounding almost bored. She took her eyes off him and looked down at her hands, extending them out, and flexing and unflexing them as they sat on the table. Lucas watched in awe as her large palms expanded, and her long, strong fingers stretched outward. But even as his awe grew, so too did his anxiety, which only doubled when he saw Brooke look away from her hands and up around at the dining room at large. It was like she was trying to find something interesting to hone in on, to take in, to entertain herself with. Because whatever was happening at this table wasn't doing it for her.

Lucas was understanding this much about Brooke's attitude, and his powerlessness in the situation was making him sweat with anxiety. But more than anything else, as her body grew ever-closer to his, and evermore up and up above him, he felt himself consumed with a feverishly-growing lust to have Brooke surpass what she already was -- with every second that passed, she became bigger, taller, and curvier in all the right places. Her breasts were now hanging even lower and heavier, and extending further outward than before -- unquestionable I-cups. Her legs were longer and sleeker, and her heels were beginning to peek themselves out from underneath the opposite end of the long table. It didn't seem possible that her body could be improved at each interval, and yet, like clockwork, it just kept happening, over and over and over again, driving Lucas to the heights of hot desire. And her beauty was the same way -- Brooke was somehow passing into the realms of demi-goddesses before his eyes. No human girl or woman looked that beautiful, that uncannily stunning. It was so much for Lucas to take in that he was having to literally squirm in his seat, just to keep from cumming.

"You've been staring at my breasts for quite some time, Lucas." Brooke's liquid tones splashed over his engorged cock, and Lucas grit his teeth down hard, only just managing to keep himself from blowing his load straight into his pants right then and there. Her voice was literally pumping blood into his already-engorged cock; Lucas had no idea that he could get so hard, or so big. He hadn't realized that he had been staring unabashedly at Brooke's gargantuan expanding rack -- his eyes shot up to hers in fear. She wasn't angry or annoyed...or flirtatious or teasing, for that matter. It was impossible to read her deadpan expression. Lucas opened his mouth to say something in his own defense, but for the life of him, he couldn't manage to make any noises come out.

"Are you a breast man?" Brooke continued, taking her big hands and using them to cup her even larger breasts. Leaning forward slightly towards Lucas, so that the tip of her left nipple just barely brushed his forehead, Brooke shook her breasts at him. If Lucas had used his hands to shake such mammoth, fleshy megaliths, he would have barely managed to cause a ripple. But Brooke, whose hands were much bigger and stronger, was able to send her twin fleshy cliffs of fat, heavy breast flesh positively trembling.

"If you're interested in this body," said Brooke, abruptly dropping her breasts back down in place as she indicated with an easy, open-palmed sweep of her hands over her breasts, hips, legs, and all the rest of her, "Then just say so."

Lucas was close to hyperventilating at this point -- having Brooke so blatantly and confidently call him out for staring at her, and so offhandedly, sexily refer to her own body, was nearly too much to handle. He wanted to be able to say something...anything...in response to her. But he was locked into a kind of erotic paralysis, which included, of course, keeping his thumb firmly pressed onto the remote in his pocket.

"Geez, I really am too much for you, aren't I?" laughed Brooke, leaning back in the booth as she regarded Lucas with wide eyes and a toothy smile. At this point, she wasn't even making fun of him anymore -- instead, she was just marveling at the extent of his inability to behave like a normal human being around her. She made a point to glance straight down at his crotch, which by now was sporting the obvious tent of an erection, pointing straight upward like a teepee in his khakis. Lucas actually saw it this time...the green flash in her eyes...which lingered for a couple seconds longer than before. He looked up at her helplessly -- the size of her body now completely hid the booth beneath her from view, even though it was a larger area than the chair she had been sitting in. His eyes were now no higher than the underside of her breasts, with both of them sitting down, and still she grew, taller, taller, and taller, beyond him.

"I mean, just look at you," Brooke chuckled, her voice bordered with rosy amusement that teased his already-tormented cock, "I don't think it's a secret anymore how you feel about my body, Lucas. So you're a fan of what the nanobots are doing to me, huh?"

Lucas could do nothing but nod his head.

"You like that they've made me have these niiiiice long legs, hrmmm?" Brooke extended out one of her legs and felt her thigh up and down with her hands.