Author's note:
Back for more with Holly and Derek. Thanks for those that rated the story, though I didn't get much feedback on this story. I expect this to go for four chapters, and I've got it outlined so shouldn't be excessively long before I get the rest of it posted. Enjoy!
Keg
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That night the dreams started.
She was enveloped in a dense steamy cloud that clung to her skin and obscured her vision. On her hands and knees, she looked down at the pitch black earth. Her fingers were blackened as her hands sunk into the sooty material. A gust of warm air washed over her nakedness and blew her hair into her eyes. She wanted to get up, or at least push her hair back, but her muscles didn't seem to respond. Even in the warm humid air she shivered as she felt a presence behind her.
Fear swept over her. She wanted to turn to look, or call out to whoever it was. Instead all she could do was stare down at her hands and wait. Her senses were heightened, and every part of her body seemed more alive. Another light gust of air sent a tingle down her spine. Fear was slowly replaced by desire. Her nipples were so hard they ached and her tits felt heavy as they hung off of her chest. They were much larger than she recalled, unnaturally large, her nipples nearly brushing against the dirt below her.
The presence was close. She heard ragged breathing and felt the heat of his body near her ass. She whimpered as something touched her 'down there'. It was warm, soft, and it pressed against the opening of her sex. Her desire spiked higher. She felt herself opening up as the object pushed forward, but only enough for her outer folds to wrap around it. She wanted it, craved it, ready to thrust back against it and impale herself on the unseen intruder. But then she fought back. "No!" she shouted, or at least she tried to shout. This was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. As if the being sensed her thoughts, it pulled back. She felt it as it brushed lightly against her, the silky soft object sliding up and down the length of her opening. She groaned when it pressed against her sensitive nub. Again and again it glided over her. It pushed her closer and closer to... to something. Her resolve weakened. She fought it, tried to shout out to make it stop before it was too late.
*****
Holly woke up with a start, her heart beating rapidly. Her pillow was wedged tightly between her legs and a fire emanated from her sex. She gasped and pulled the pillow away, but realized it was damp with the cream that had seeped from her sex and soaked through her panties. She briefly thought about exploring the source of her agitation with her fingers, but pushed that idea from her head. The details of her dream quickly faded from her consciousness and left only remnants of disturbing images as she looked at her pillow in disgust. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she grumbled.
She padded off to the bathroom and tried to shake off the effects of her erotic dream. She flipped on the light and undressed to take a shower, then looked in the mirror and screamed. Her breasts had grown overnight, and now stood proudly out from her chest.
Her dad called out to her. "You ok in there?"
"Umm, yeah, just saw a little spider," she lied. She stared agape into the mirror. Her boobs looked huge and her hard nipples stood out prominently, the dark nubs sharply contrasting her light skin.
"Ok, well don't let it get you!" her dad joked. "I'm off to work, take care. I'll take my bicycle so you can have the car to go to the senior center today."
"Ok daddy," she mumbled back.
"Damn it, she muttered to herself. She volunteered at the senior center to build up her college resume. She hated going, and now with whatever was going on with her breasts she really didn't want to go. She cupped her tits, more than a handful now. They must be a D cup, she lamented. There was no way these were going to fit in her current bras. Her finger brushed across one of her nipples and she jerked in surprise at how sensitive it was. "What is happening to me?" she cried out to the image in the mirror.
She finally calmed enough to make a plan. She'd shower, then find something that she could wear without a bra. She'd hit the department store first and buy a couple new bras before she had to go to the senior center. Feeling a tiny bit better about taking control of her situation, she put her plan into action.
*****
"Holly, sweetheart! You are looking very pretty today!" Mr. Collins said cheerily. He made no attempt to hide that he was staring at the young girl's tits that were tightly trapped inside her blouse. He was 87 years old but still a dirty old man at heart.
"Thank you Mr. Collins," Holly weakly replied. "It's good to see you too." Her shift was almost over and the dining hall was nearly empty. She turned to go back to the kitchen when she gasped.
"Derek! What are... you aren't supposed to be here! How did you..." Holly stammered.
"Hi babe! Surprise! Mister Collins is right, you do look pretty spectacular today!" Derek replied.
"You shouldn't be here! How did you find me?" she said, ignoring his compliment.
"Oh, shush, don't worry about that. I have my ways," Derek said.
"Ok, well I have work to do, so I'll see you later," Holly said and started to brush past him. He grabbed her from behind before she could get away and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hey! I need to get back to the kitchen!"
"But I haven't seen you in a while!" Derek whispered in her ear. "I missed you, sweetheart! And I missed this hot body of yours. Man, you just get me so hot!" His hot breath tickled her neck and she felt goosebumps form down her spine. Derek slid his hands higher until they were cupping her tits. Holly squirmed and tried to get away. Derek easily held her in place as he mauled her tits.
"I just love your tits. So big and full. Absolutely amazing." Holly flushed as both her embarrassment and desire rose. Derek's fingers reached the top button of her blouse and flicked it open.
"No..." she pleaded. Derek ignored her and flicked open the next button as he kissed her neck sending another tremor through her body. Her new bra was now clearly visible as it pushed up her tits and formed an enticing cleavage.
"So hot," Derek whispered as he opened the next button. Then he squeezed her big tits together as he ground his hard rod against Holly's ass. "I want you babe," Derek said. "Do you want my big cock? Can you feel it pressing against your beautiful ass?"
"No... I can't..." she breathed. But even as she said those words her hand moved down to his thigh before she pushed it between them to rest on his hard shaft. A low groan came from deep inside her and she felt her knees weaken.
Holly glanced up and realized that Mr. Collins was still sitting at the table watching. A big grin was on his face as he ogled her tits and bra. Holly shrieked and finally broke free of Derek's grip. She turned and ran back to the kitchen as she buttoned her top. Derek just winked at Mr. Collins and walked out the lobby.
