A Blemish On The Curve Ch 10

It was warm, chaotic darkness all around, interrupted only by the little balls of white light that popped and fizzled in Lucas's vision with each spasm of his helpless orgasm. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his body was wracked by convulsions that would have been noticeable were it not for the firm, strong fleshy hold of the huge thighs underneath, the powerful arm wrapped around his shoulders, and the massive bower of breast flesh that swelled above him, squishing into his face and holding him in place. As he came and came, Lucas could actually feel the thick nipple growing and extending further into his mouth, inching its way along his prone tongue towards the back of his mouth.

Somewhere above and far away, Lucas heard a gentle, roaring rumble...a sound that he didn't have the ability or will to process...until, an indeterminate amount of time later, he realized that it was Brooke's voice. It sounded like water: like deep, fresh, cold water, flowing forth into the morning sunlight from some hidden polar spring. He tried to move, but without any effort, he felt her arm hold him fast. He opened his eyes, seeing only the warm flesh of her breasts, which looked like they were almost glowing in the low restaurant light. His mouth was still open, with her nipple shoved inside. An abrupt stab of stimulation, not quite pain, shot through his cock, and Lucas realized that Brooke had casually flicked it with her finger, through his pants. The provocation seemed to awaken him back to the present moment, and suddenly, (not knowing where his will came from), somehow, right as the nipple was beginning to tickle his tonsils, Lucas managed to take his thumb off the remote in his pocket. He felt the nipple in his mouth stop growing...he felt all the flesh around him stop its gentle, insistent swell, and in the surreal equilibrium that existed in this new reality, the soft, immense cradle of feminine curves around him seemed to tingle, and radiate a gentle heat. Lucas felt her skin begin to raise itself up in goosebumps.

Brooke was speaking to their waiter about something; as Lucas returned to the world, he caught the tail-end of their conversation.

"Would've loved to have stayed for dessert," Brooke was saying with mellifluous levity, threading her big fingers through Lucas's hair as she scratched his scalp, "But I think this little tyke got in a little over his head tonight, wouldn't you say?"

"I -- I," stammered the waiter, evidently overcome by Brooke's beauty, "I'd...s-say so, ma'm, y-yes."

"So I think we'll go ahead and have the check, please," Brooke said, finalizing the conversation and sending the waiter on his way. Once again, Lucas tried to move, but Brooke held him to her breast, not allowing him. He desperately tried to glance up at her face, but he could only see the underside of her chin. She was looking out at the other customers, her head gradually turning right, then left, and then back again. He saw her cheeks swell slightly on either side of her face...she was smiling. Lucas suddenly realized what was going on -- Brooke was staring at the customers (who were doubtlessly staring at her) and smiling back at them...she was reveling in her beauty, and its effects on everyone else. The goosebumps that were already impinging on Lucas's face hardened further still.

Lucas felt a shadow above him. Wordlessly, Brooke was reaching down with her other arm towards something on the table. When it came back into view, Lucas saw a steak cutlet dangling from her fingers. She dropped it into her mouth and chewed, swallowing it down in a matter of seconds. Lucas felt the powerful rhythm of her jaws working, and heard the deep action of her mighty throat swallowing the meat down. He wanted to watch her eat, and tried to move again, but once more, her arm held him firmly where he was. He could feel his embarrassment and humiliation building -- she was cradling him like a child, in the middle of a busy restaurant, with her nipple blatantly stuffed into his mouth. But evidently, Brooke wanted to keep everything the way it was. Holding him fast, she proceeded to drop four more cutlets into her mouth, chewing and swallowing casually as she continued staring out at the other customers.

The check returned only moments later. Evidently, the waiter was focusing all his attention on Brooke. After several stuttering attempts at thanking her, the waiter retreated backwards and finally turned away, nearly running into one of his fellow servers in the process. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at Brooke. Lucas felt her fish her hand into her purse, producing a couple of crisp bills, which she then lowered and shook down playfully in Lucas's face. He felt her bosom quake and bounce with cool laughter.

"I thought I might be needing these tonight," she chuckled down at him, arching her head to the point where he could actually see her face. Once again, he felt his breath catch in his chest. She might have stopped growing and beautifying, but at this point, she was the most strikingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. It was terrifying, how gorgeous she was.

Her eyebrow arched and she tapped his face playfully with the bills.

"Even back then," she chuckled, "I had a strong suspicion."

Belatedly, Lucas realized that Brooke was in the process of paying for the meal, and he squirmed in her grasp, against her massive breast. He had become inexplicably determined to pay himself, but Brooke just arched her head down further at him, creating a ceiling of encompassing femininity above him.

"Awww, you think you're gonna pay?" she teased down at him. "With my nipple in your mouth? I don't think so, little guy."

Brooke then placed the money down on top of the check, heaved a great sigh, and finally pulled Lucas from her breast, pushing him back into the booth. He was shocked by how much her huge thighs rose above his -- they seemed at least three or four times larger than his, and at this point, her breasts were actually above his eye line. Below the hopelessly stretched violet of her dress's bosom, Lucas was staring into the top of her stomach. He panicked for a moment, but Brooke was already moving.

"Just gotta kick these heels off....ooohhhhh yeah, that's better," she sighed in relief, extending her bare feet out and flexing her toes. "Should have done that a while ago, haha -- ok, ready to go?"

Lucas could only manage a nod. Simple awe had replaced any other thoughts or emotions. in any other situation, his eyes would have been darting around, desperate to take in the censorious glances of the other customers. But he was far too captivated by the divine being in front of him to notice that not a single person in the restaurant was looking at him.

"You stand up first," Brooke commanded, leaning back into the booth and arching her head.

Lucas did as he was told; he barely had the cognitive wherewithal to be relieved that his cock was too wrung out to be erect any more. He rose to his feet, a little unsteadily, and saw that, standing up straight, he was still a few inches shorter than her. Her smile subtly widened, and he saw her nostrils flare, her green eyes smoldering softly. In her bare feet, she stood up, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. Lucas couldn't keep his mouth from dropping open -- her proportions were ridiculous. Her waist was small and elegantly curved, emphasizing the subsequent verve and power of her enormous hips, which flexed and swayed regally as she stood up. There were several areas of her violet dress where the fabric had given way, torn asunder by the burgeoning force of her mighty body...most notably in the long, prominent rip at her left hip that extended down several inches, exposing the irresistible white swell of her thigh flesh that pressed eagerly through the opening. There were also several tears that had developed in the bodice of the dress, which only seemed to get larger with Brooke's movements. And through every hole, every tear, her breast flesh pressed through, desperate to free itself. Straightening his legs fully, Lucas found himself staring straight ahead at Brooke's fat imprinted nipples -- he could see the brown of areolas peeking at him through several tiny tears. It looked like Brooke's entire dress was only moments away from shredding completely.

"Would you look at that?" whispered Brooke down to him. "You barely even come up to my nipples anymore...and if I do this" -- and here she stood up straight, throwing her shoulders back and puffing her huge chest out proudly -- "you actually need to look UP at them now."

She was right -- now that Brooke was standing up to her full height, he found that he was staring slightly up at her nipples, with his eyes now just about even with the undersides of her hulking breasts. He made a halting movement, as if to stand on his tiptoes and once again bury his face in that warm, all-encompassing boob flesh, but a soft wave of laughter from above once more overcame him, and made him obey.

"Put your arm around me, little guy," Brooke was saying through her chuckles, "Like this."

She bent down, took Lucas's limp right arm in a powerful grasp (with her hand easily going all the way around his upper forearm), and wrapped it around the upper recesses of her vigorous hips. Lucas held on for dear life -- the firm strength of Brooke's body made him feel like he was hugging a tree, but the soft warmth of her living flesh reminded him that he was latched onto something much more...an entity far superior to himself.

Brooke proceeded to lead them out of the restaurant, with Lucas clinging to her upper hips like a frightened child, forced to hasten his pace quicker than Brooke's, since her strides were much longer. He was conscious enough of those around him to realize that the entire restaurant had gone silent; once or twice he even managed to venture a glance up at the seated customers they were passing. Everyone was looking up at Brooke in unadulterated awe, paying him absolutely no attention. Even in his reduced and infantile state, there was something that pricked the back of Lucas's mind, encouraging him to feel proud to be seen with such a companion. Almost immediately, though, this impulse was thoroughly shut down -- he didn't even need to remember what had just happened. His subconscious did the work for him.

And besides, he was more than distracted by the feeling of actually being latched onto Brooke in this way. He felt different parts of his arm go up and down, up and down, as Brooke's huge ass bounced and jiggled crazily in her wake. Lucas hazarded a glance over to his right, and saw the incredible twin hunks of her ass flesh undulating and shaking at his chest-level. Lucas couldn't help but think that, combined, Brooke's two ass cheeks must have weighed close to half his own body weight. But he didn't really know...he felt like he didn't really know anything anymore at this point. Brooke was the captain and the ship all in one, and she was steering.

As they left the restaurant, the image was seared into the minds of everyone there: the 7'4 goddess in bare feet, her curvy, powerful body straining the confines of her beleaguered violet dress, K-cup tits trembling and gyrating heavily in her bodice, threatening to overflow and jump out at any moment, holding her tall black heels in one hand, and her other wrapped around her trembling and hapless companion. No one even felt envious of Lucas -- if any of the onlookers could have spared a thought for him, they would have only wondered how on earth he was supposed to hold himself together in such a presence...they would have feared for his sanity.

The open air of the night felt odd and foreign against Lucas's face as Brooke guided them out to the parking lot. He hugged her closer, squeezing the side of his cheek hard against the jiggling mass of her under-boob. The action was entirely involuntary -- Lucas didn't know why, but he was suddenly seized by fresh anxiety. He could see them approaching his car. How was he possibly going to have sex tonight!? After Brooke had already made him cum so many times already!? How could he even hope to impress her now?? He didn't have the faintest idea how to proceed.

"Well heeeeeere we are!" laughed Brooke, clearly taking great pleasure in exaggerating her words. She reached down and spun Lucas around with an easy twist of her large hand on his shoulder. He rotated around, finally smacking his back gently into his own car. He stared up at the fleshy apparition in front of him -- she was so big, so beautiful, so impossibly proportioned and gorgeously-made, that she hardly even looked real. She grinned down at him, cocking herself to one side as she placed her hand down on her hip, spaying her fingers across her waist towards the clear imprint of her pubic triangle in her dress. She flexed her leg muscles ever so slightly, and her dress tore another inch; she giggled and stuck her chest out a little more, and suddenly two more tears developed in her bodice fabric. She flexed her stomach, and the deep violet fabric became lighter in the lamplight, as it too reached its breaking point, and began to develop micro-rips.

Lucas's mouth was totally dry by this point, and he somehow got himself to look up into her eyes. Her body was goddess-like, to be sure, but really, it was the glinting green of Brooke's emerald eyes that truly gave away her post-human reality. They burned with such uncanny intelligence, such vigorous and incisive wit and perception, that they actually made Lucas tremble. Even in this helplessly prone state, however, he couldn't help but notice that Brooke was doing something strange with her mouth -- the sudden indentations in her cheeks told him that she was...sucking on something on something in her mouth. It was almost like she was gathering saliva, preparing to spit on him. Lucas would not have felt like such an action was not at all out of place in this circumstance; Brooke could do what she liked to him. But in any case, he had no idea what she was doing.

"Well," said Brooke, sticking her tongue in the side of her cheek as her eyes held him in place, "This is usually the part where I thank you for dinner...I guess instead, I should thank you for being a little flesh bunny for me to play around with. I knew you were submissive, Lucas, but damn -- you just couldn't help yourself tonight, could you?"

Lucas opened his mouth to try and say something, probably an attempted retort against Brooke's accusation that he was submissive. But, as had become routine tonight when he tried to speak, nothing came out.

"You let this get waaaayyyyy out of control, didn't you little guy?" Brooke persisted, shaking her head slowly down at him as she spoke through that lovely, mysterious smile. "Waaaaay too far. I can already see that there's no coming back for you now."

"Wh-what!?" Lucas stammered, finally finding his voice. What on earth was she talking about!?

"It's gonna happen slowly, with you striving and fighting it all the way with that sad little ego of yours," Brooke continued, "But eventually, it will consume you whole -- I can see it, Lucas. I can see it, as clearly as I'm staring down at you now...that one day, we'll meet again. Except this time...heheh, well, it'll be different."

Brooke's strange words were starting to awaken Lucas from his primal awe. Was there something...that had gone wrong in her head, because of the nanobots? Had they dosed her improperly with some kind of hallucinatory drug? But through his confused doubts, something even stronger punched its way through his head:

"Y-you're...y-you're leaving?" he asked with pitiful earnestness, his eyes going wide up at her.

"Well yeah!" laughed Brooke casually. "It's a Monday night after all -- gotta make sure I'm well rested for work tomorrow, right?"

Her sparkling eyes betrayed every hint of what she was saying -- Brooke was mocking him.

"B-but...b-but," sputtered Lucas. "But wh-what...what about...wh-what about -- "

"Me coming home with you?" asked Brooke, shaking her head again. "Oh no. No no no, that's not happening."

Lucas felt trapped in the moment. He had been so preoccupied about worrying how he was going to fulfill Brooke that he hadn't left any room in his head to consider the possibility that she wasn't even going to come back home with him. But now that she had spoken the reality so unabashedly out into the night air, he felt like an absolute fool for assuming anything about her.

"God, only a few hours left," Brooke muttered to herself, shaking her head as she looked out past Lucas, deep into the night, "And he thinks I'm gonna spend it with...heheh, oh boy."

She spoke just loudly enough for Lucas to hear her, but gave him no chance to respond. Bringing her eyes back down to him, she widened them playfully.

"Well Lucas," she teased, cocking her head, "It's been real."

"C-can't...can't I d-drive you h-home, at least?" begged Lucas.

"No thank you," said Brooke, shaking her magnificent head. "I'd rather walk...and enjoy the night to myself."

Lucas suddenly felt a crushing sadness; this was really happening. He was really going to have to just...leave her. He wasn't even thinking about being in the office the next day. Right now, he simply couldn't bear to think of having to leave her presence. But her face was set, and she had left him no choice. His shoulders slumping forlornly, he turned to open the door to his car.

"Hey wait a second," piped up Brooke suddenly from behind him. He turned hopefully, to see that she had taken a step toward him. He was now engulfed in her shadow, staring up at the underside of her breasts.

"Don't you wanna give me a goodbye kiss?" Brooke's words might have been intended to mock him, but Lucas didn't care. He only knew, as soon as she spoke, that he wanted it to happen.

"Y-yes!" he cried out, craning his neck up to her heavenly face. He saw her green eyes seem to sparkle and flash in the lamplight as she released a lovely laugh from her luscious lips.

"Mmmmmm," she chuckled, bending down over him, towards his face. Lucas opened his lips and prepared for the moment -- he barely noticed that Brooke was sucking her cheeks in again as she descended. But right as her face reached his, she appeared to stop sucking, and her plush lips parted in an easy, confident smile, releasing the avid muscle of her powerful tongue, as her dulcet breath washed over his face. Lucas blinked blankly, utterly vulnerable and submissive, totally overcome by having such a face so close to his own.

Brooke paused, barely a millimeter between their lips, with her eyes traveling over his face. She was seeming to consider something. And then, quite suddenly her eyes blazed a fiery emerald and she seized the back of his head, palming it easily, and engulfed his mouth in the wet, dynamic vice of her own. Lucas felt himself forced back into his own car, and his arms grasped desperately at the air as Brooke dominated him with her kiss. Her lips completely covered his own, and his tongue was a paltry afterthought compared to the writhing, muscly python that was ravenously licking around his entire interior of his mouth, even going so far as to probe the back of his throat. Lucas gagged, and she thrust it down even further, forcing the front part of her tongue into his esophagus. And all the while, their saliva mingled, and Lucas tasted the slightly metallic flavor of Brooke's mouth. He didn't even think twice about it. He was too dominated...too overcome.

After a solid thirty seconds, Brooke pulled his face away from hers. Lucas's mouth was sagging down a bit, but immediately, Brooke placed a huge, powerful hand over his open mouth, forcing it closed. At the same time, she reached her other hand out, pinching his nose shut. Lucas instinctively tried to draw a breath, but he couldn't -- Brooke had completely blocked his airways. He started to panic, attempting to flail his arms and legs, but Brooke's body was pressing him tightly into his car, and there was nowhere for him to go.