"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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Dear Diary,
I'm so lucky to have been accepted here at The Institute of Technology and Science! I worked super hard in H.S., taking all the AP courses I could and graduated with straight A's.
Now I have to really focus on my studies so I can look forward to a high power job in STEMs.
Classes start tomorrow and I'm super pumped. I've met my roommates, they seem nice but I'm not going to be partying! It's all about the studies!
Dear Diary,
I really have to be better at doing these entires. Already I've fallen behind and its still my first week! Well, things are going really well so far. My classes and teachers seem cool. And my roommates don't seem like they are going to be an issue. For the most part they stay in their rooms, which I'm fine with. I stay in my room most of the time, too!
Since I've gotten here I've heard a lot about the "Freshmen Fifteen". Apparently new college students put on weight when they start school. But I arrived already carrying an extra fifteen pounds (alright, 25 lbs, but who's counting) so I should probably try to focus on not gaining any weight. But studying so much doesn't leave me much time to exercise. One of my roommates has a hi-tech scale. I should probably ask to use it.
PS. She said okay!
Dear Diary,
It's been just less than a month, and I'm starting to notice some things.
For one, a lot of the upperclassmen girls here are, well, built! There seems to be a preponderance of curvy figures. Lots of the upperclassmen girls have really large breasts. Double-D Cup bras (and larger!) are common! Seems a little unlikely. (And a lot of the girls don't wear bras! Even if they clearly should!)
Studies have been going well, the classes and teachers are everything I had hoped for. And I've lost two pounds!
Dear Diary,
Something really strange happened today! A guy approached me while I was standing in the quad, minding my own business.
"Honey," he said, "you've got a GREAT ass!" The PIG!
I reached out to slap his stupid face and call him a sexist PIG! Instead I found that I was stroking his cheek and telling him, "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing! Thanks for noticing!" What? That couldn't be me could it?
I fled in a panic. What had come over me? As I reached the corner I saw that he was still watching me. And I realized, remembering back, that I'd been swinging my hips like a street walker! What had happened? My face was flushed as I hurried back to my dorm.
Dear Diary,
It is official! I'm losing weight! I've fought the scale since I turned 12 and started to notice boys. And finally, after all this time, after all this effort, I'm beginning to win the fight! I'm so proud of myself!
I've lost almost fifteen pounds! The Freshman Fifteen seems to be the reverse for me!
I'm not sure how it's happening. I'm still eating the same. I still don't really exercise, but it is real! I get on the scale twice a week and every time I do I weight less than the last time! Maybe it's because I'm walking everywhere now?
And I've noticed that my weight is being redistributed. I've always been shaped like a pear. Big bottom, heavy thighs, small (but perky) titties. Well my hips and butt are getting smaller. Probably from the weight loss. And all the walking. My thighs are shrinking. I've lost the cellulite that I had begun to develop. My legs look so sleek and sexy now! I've even gone so far as to buy some shorter, tighter skirts to let me show off! When Dad gets the credit card bill he'll probably freak. But he does want his little girl to look her best, I know!
What really surprises me is that I've gone from a B to a C-Cup! Still perky, but larger! I thought I was done developing in that way. I guess not.
Dear Diary,
Another week. More developments. At least as far as my boobs are concerned! My new C-cup bras are getting tight! And I'm going to have to buy some new tops to make room for the girls. Dad's really not going to like the credit card bill. But what can a girl do? She has to look her best, right?
I'm starting to draw some attention from guys! Which I find that I'm enjoying! I've never been all that popular with the boys. In high school I didn't have a boyfriend. And I focused on my schoolwork anyway. But now when I see a boy looking at me I'm not sure how to react.
Dear Diary,
Today I flirted with a boy that I did not know!
Honestly, it was exciting! He looked at me as I was sitting in the library. He couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. Yes, I'm calling the girls boobs now. Not breasts. Boobs. Ever since I grew into and then past D-cups the word boobs seem to be more appropriate.
I was wearing a sweater that just recently had become tight! I made it a point to stretch so he could get a good idea of just how big my boobs are. In a few days I'm going to have to buy a 34-F cup brassiere. Something I had never in my life imagined until just recently. Now I'm actually looking forward to it! The larger I become the more I like it. I like the attention, I like the looks from the boys. And the professors. Even some of the girls are looking at me now!
The boy was goggle-eyed as I pressed my arms together to flash my cleavage at him. And when I stood up to leave I made it a point to stretch so he could appreciate my big tits and my slender waist. Under my almost 34-F cup tits my 28 inch waist looks skinny!
I could feel his eyes on my as I sashayed to the exit. What fun!
Dear Diary,
I met a guy at the library. I meet a lot of guys at the library these days.
I was sitting alone on a couch when he came in and sat down on a matching sofa across from me. At first he didn't notice me. But when I put down the magazine I was reading he did a double take. I have to admit that my huge Double F titties make quite an impression. And since I wasn't wearing a bra under my low-cut mohair sweater, he had a great look at my dirigibles and the constantly stiff nipples that announce their presence no matter what I wear!
I acted like I didn't notice he was looking at me. But I made a point to push my arm against my boob, Which caused my big tit to bulge cutely out of the neckline. I let up on the pressure and it settled back under the fabric and shimmied to a halt. Then I ran my hand up and down the exposed cleavage and pulled on the sweater, like I was too warm. Truth was, I was HOT! And he knew it!
After a few moments of similar activity, subtly showing off my tits, I gave him a small smile to let him know that I was doing it on purpose. And then I slowly dropped my gaze to where his dick was starting to show itself in his pants.
His hands moved to cover his erection. I looked back into his eyes and shook my head and then looked at his crotch again. He didn't move his hands at first. But when I licked my lips and looked at him again he took the hint and moved his hands so I could see his erection. It was a sizable one, too!
I took out the water bottle that I always carry with me and took a drink. In doing so I managed to spill a little onto my left tit. As it soaked in my erect nipple became more prominent. More exposed to his eyes.
I brushed at it as if to wipe off the water. The contact made my nipple grow. And then I pinched myself! Of course this caused my nipple to expand even more, much to his delight. And finally I cupped my breast in my hand. But my tit was so big that it completely overwhelmed my hand!
I watched as he caressed his erection thru his pants. It seemed that he was pretty well endowed! I nodded my head while watching him manipulate his dick.
I slowly stood up and approached him. I stood next to him for a long moment letting him drink in the sight of my buxom figure as I posed for his enjoyment. I sat down next to him, my thigh pressed against his.
Without saying a word I pressed my big boob against him while nodding at his groin. I motioned with my chin that he should take himself out of the pants. I wanted to see his hard-on. I wanted him to show me his erection. He didn't respond, but I pushed against him again and motioned again with my chin.
He looked around, nervously, but we were alone. As I pressed against him more urgently he slowly lowered his zipper. His dick extended a couple of inches from his fly, It wasn't fully hard yet.
I gently placed my hand on his thigh. Looking down at him, I tapped his thigh with my finger tips. He took the hint. Still glancing around he began to stroke himself.
As a reward I reached up and pulled my neckline down a little further exposing the upper swells of my magnificent chest. His eyes were glued to my cleavage as he began to stroke himself faster, His grip was firm as he kept up his rhythm.
As I watched in fascination his dick slowly plumped to a full hard-on. He was stroking a dick that extended at least 5 inches in front of him. He was probably a 7 or 8 inches long if he had taken off his clothes so I could see all of it!