Authors Note - It might be a good idea to catch up on the previous chapters. Just a thought. ;)
Once the dressing room door was flung open; Denise, Amanda and Jen were greeted by the lascivious sight of Darcie playing with Nelly's tits from behind while Margie pleasured the younger vixen's sex with her tongue.
"Oh yeah, eat my pussy real good," Nelly screamed out in delightful agony. "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!"
The busty hottie's breasts tingled with excitement as Darcie pinched and twisted her turgid nubbins. Nelly brought her hands up to match Darcie's as they both explored her growing titflesh. Amanda, Denise and Jen were so turned on by the sight of Sapphic lust that they pawed at their attention-hungry vaginas.
"Darcie, keep playing with my nipples like that. Fuck yeah!" Nelly shrugged herself away from her two lovers and turned around to play with Darcie's nipples. Darcie couldn't help but gasp as Nelly's fingers worked into her sensitive olive breasts. The darker, chocolaty skin of her aching nipples was set ablaze by Nelly's soothing fingertips. Both girls' eyes met as they instinctively pressed against each other and twisted their tingly, growing nips. Darcie was awash with intense sexuality and leaned in for a steamy kiss with Nelly. Their tongues gently wrestled around as their hands didn't let up for one second with the mutual titplay. Nelly and Darcie looked like they were completely at peace until their moment was cut all too short with a panic-stricken Margie nearly chomping off Denise's head.
"Tell me you've got the door locked," Margie screamed out hoarsely.
"Of course,, why?" Denise was far from prepared for what happened next. Every big breasted goddess in the dressing room made a mad dash for the door.
"We need more room," yelled a hurried Heather as she forced her way past Jen.
All the girls couldn't help but brush their tender nipples against another hot woman with huge sucklers during the desperate escape. Every girl became more and more aroused. Denise and Amanda were pressed together so much that they couldn't help but allow their hormones to take over and just start making out. Their kissing was soft at first, and then became deeper and deeper as all of the girls cleared out of the cramped dressing room and made their way onto the sales floor. Carmen was the final goddess to realize the new freedom as she absconded to the sales floor with the measuring tape.
The bigger brunette handed the tape over to Margie just before she seized Darcie's tits while the voluptuous brunette vixen suckled on Heather's pink nipples.
"You wanna get measured again," Margie playfully cooed.
"Actually, yeah. I think my breasts got a bit bigger," Carmen beamed to Margie as both of them focused on her enormous alabaster globes.
"Well, give me a minute." Margie quickly wrapped the tape around Carmen. During the process, the saleswoman purposefully pinched Carmen's aching teats. The bigger girl realized a brief stint of sexual frustration as she fought back the urge to maul the older woman's tits and have hers played with in the same primitive manner. "Yes, you actually have grown a bit. According to these measurements, you should be the same size as me now."
The huge titted brunette gazed down at the older redhead's gigantic knockers and nearly salivated. She brought her hands up to feel the weight of the older woman's meaty breasts and thumbed the very pale nipples to hardness in the center.
"Keep doing that, honey. That feels so good." Margie's insides turned to jelly as her pussy seemed to gasp like a fish out of water when it came. Feeling her knees buckle, she leaned into Carmen for support. The younger brunette supported her as she marveled at her own tits.
"God these things feel so amazing. I mean, I've always appreciated my breasts..."
"Honey, I've always appreciated them and I'm going to love this store even more after today. Business is going to skyrocket. These girls are definitely worth their weight in gold," Margie smirked while the younger girl kept massaging her huge boulders.
"Damn, my tits are so much bigger," Carmen giggled as she became more inebriated from the pleasures surging through her tits. Margie enjoyed helping in the massaging of those pale knockers. Both females groped and played with each other's mams as Carmen giggled louder and louder.
"Wait a minute! That can't be possible. From what my analysis of Darcie and Heather's DNA revealed; their breasts reached their peak of growing before we left the office. We've spent more time here than it took for Darcie and Heather's breasts to finish with the growth spurt. In fact, the effects should start beginning their regression and go back to normal in a few weeks... Well, once the drug wears off," Dr. Smothers piped in, interrupting Carmen and Margie's session of titplay.
"Well, the measuring tape doesn't lie, doc," Margie faced Joyce with her fists firmly planted on her hips.
"I can't believe we're the same size," Carmen announced sheepishly as she draped her arms around Margie for a snuggly hug. "How do they feel?" Carmen thrust her chest out to Joyce because she knew the doctor was quite skilled with her hands when it came to her sensitive nipples. The sight of Carmen's even bigger chest was enough to distract Heather from eating out Darcie's pussy while the brunette goddess worshipped and sucked her own huge melons.
"They feel so amazing," Joyce gasped at the size of Carmen's bust. The doctor couldn't help but cup each breast to get an idea of their heaviness and weight.
"Joyce, you definitely know how to feel a girl up," Carmen panted as the doctor continued to grope her pasty white titflesh.
"Hey, I've always enjoyed giving breast exams. Sue me. Might as well make your patients feel as comfortable as possible." Dr. Smothers noticed Darcie's eyes make contact with her own. Both busty brunettes couldn't help but look at one another's huge knockers.
"Dr. Smothers, you tits look fucking hot," Darcie hissed.
"And yours look very sexy as well. How do they feel," Joyce asked while she continued to knead Carmen's udders as the bigger brunette moaned and giggled louder.
"I think they've grown some more," Darcie playfully answered as she brought one chocolaty nipple up to her mouth to lick with her tongue stud.
"You know, it feels like mine are getting bigger, too!" Heather rose up from fingering Darcie to examine her own perfectly white breasts. "Hey Margie, do you think you could measure me and Darcie again?"
The older saleswoman merrily made her way to Darcie and Heather. She only wrapped the tape under both girls' ribcages for reference of bandwidth. Then, she grabbed a couple of bras off of a nearby shelf and handed them to Heather and Darcie. The two busty vixens put the bras on to a perfect fit.
"You're both M cups, girls. Those bras don't run cheap," Margie announced irritably. Hearing the sound of her manager's angry voice, Denise immediately did a double take from Amanda's huge tits to make sure Margie wasn't yelling at her.
"Who ate some fudge," Dr. Smothers scowled at Carmen, Darcie, and Heather.
"Sorry," Darcie hesitantly confessed. "I felt a little munchy and wanted some chocolate."
Upon hearing Darcie's story, a hypothesis formed in Denise's head why the three busty girls had gotten bustier.
"Wait a minute. Did you and Heather kiss after you ate the fudge," Denise questioned Darcie.
"Yeah, I'm sure we did. What about it?"
"Shit," Denise slapped her forehead, causing her massive teats to jiggle. "Carmen, I made your tits even bigger! I'm so sorry. I didn't know...
"Don't worry. I'm having way too much fun with these things to be upset about them getting bigger," Carmen girlishly interrupted while she squeezed her own melons. "Also, Denise and Kerry are great tit suckers and I'm going to love those two hotties sucking my even-bigger jugs."
"Do you mind if I help?" Denise took a few steps towards Carmen just as Margie clamped her fingers around her employee's arm.
"Not so fast, Denise. I've just measured Jen and Amanda and they both are M cups like Darcie and Heather. If you ask me, that's almost unheard of. You're the only one who's measurements I don't know. Now, turn around please."
"What? I can measure myself, thank you," Denise sounded almost like a petulant child towards her boss, but lost her feistiness when Margie physically spun her around and wrapped the tape around her body. Denise tried not to allow her sexual urges to spill out towards her boss. It just seemed too weird to do the things she was doing with the other girls to a woman who was much older than her.
The raven-haired salesgirl pulled herself away from her boss as Margie gradually became less interested in the measuring and more interested in paying with Denise's sensitive nipples.
"Okay," Denise giggled uncomfortably. "How big am I now?" She brought her fingers up to pinch her nipples to keep the heavenly sensations Margie brought to her running through her own breasts.
"You're an F cup," Margie replied matter-of-factly.
A newfound sense of joy washed over Denise's face. Her thoughts were of nothing but triumph as she fondled and played with her newly grown sucklers. She brought one of her own nipples up to her mouth and rolled her tongue around the stretched out areola. The pleasure surging through her body was too much as she reached an amazing orgasm from just sucking her own hooters.
