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She was a changed woman. She had a renewed purpose. She was dedicated, deter-mined and willing to go the distance while doing what needed to be done in order to achieve her goal. Throw in any other business/sports cliche about a will to win that fits. I followed her as she marched straight into the bedroom, retrieved the amulet from the nightstand and slipped it over her head once more. Turning to me she proclaimed: "No Oriental chick, friend or not, is going to have a bigger bust than me. Guys, prepare to lust. After me. I'm gonna tease, I'm gonna tempt, I will swing and sway. I'll jiggle and jounce. I will flaunt what I've got and get even more as a result. Just wait. I may become the first woman to need a Level III bra!" I had no idea what she was talking about. Flinging open the closet doors Hillary began to sort through her wardrobe. Rapidly she started tossing clothes onto the bed. She built two piles of clothes. The first contained all the clothes that could not possibly fit her any longer. Old dresses and clothes that predated her bust expansion. She indicated that they were to be given to charity. It was the second pile that she was interested in. "Richard, help me sort through this stuff. I have to find the hottest, sexiest clothes I own so I can get the best response from guys. I want to be able to stiffen a cock at a hundred paces and cause ejaculations just by walking by men. I'm going to grow the biggest set of tits I can! Nothing else will do!" Soon enough the pile had been winnowed down to a collection of short-shorts, tight skirts, skin tight jeans and the smallest, tightest, most revealing tops that Hillary owned. Many of them were items that had fit well some time ago but were now just a little too small for her seventy-six inch bosom. Over the next several days she mapped out her strategy with the precision of a military campaign. Her target: the crotch of every man in town. Her goal: the arousal of lust in everyone who saw her. Her determination: absolute and unstoppable. Over the following weeks Hillary took to wearing the most titillating outfits she could put together. Every evening she would return home and measure herself. I was called upon to sate the lust that she built up as she teased and taunted the men in town. I was truly surprised that at no time was she ever accosted or attacked. I wasn't spending every night at Hillary's the way I'd been doing. Her priorities had clearly changed and I was just the object to be used when available to satisfy her needs Every time I saw her Hillary would recount the who, where, how and other details of the days events. She would regale me with the tales of the reactions of the men as they first saw her. The double and triple takes. The ones that walked into walls and light posts. The glares of the suddenly ignored girlfriends. The details of the attempts to be ever more provocative. Daily she would dress in short skirts, tight sweaters or blouses. Dresses cut down to there. Or further. Inches and feet of cleavage was revealed. But despite her every effort Hillary was not at all content with the results of her campaign. It seemed to take longer for the pendant to charge than it had before. Her crystal would flicker to life with a soft pale glow when she gained lustful looks and die out after we had sex. Her breasts would expand another fraction of an inch each time. She became more and more determined even though the growth was not as rapid as she wanted it to be. As I recall I was the first to notice one significant change. We were making love one evening. Hillary was on top of me, powering up and down in long, strong, deep strokes that brought the maximum pres-sure to bear on her clit. She had experienced two or three orgasms and was building to another peak when I began to squeeze the tips of her breasts. Understand, when Hillary was on top, her nipples were not al-ways right there for me to latch onto. If her hands were on the bed instead of on my shoulders or chest, then her breasts rested on top of me. That was the position now. I could feel her tiny stiff nipples scraping back and forth over my upper stomach and lower chest with her movement. Then, when she straightened up some and shifted her weight a little more toward my thighs her breasts rose off me and I grabbed hold with both hands. Her breasts were so firm that I never was really able to squeeze a full handful. Rather, I was able to flex my fingers together a little and then her firm flesh would resist. It was somewhat like trying to grab a mostly inflated basketball, but each breast was larger, although not so spherical. This time, when I squeezed, she hissed in a breath and moaned. "Gently, lover, gently! I'm real sensitive tonight!" "Okay, I'll kiss 'em and make 'em feel all better," I replied as I used both hands to heft her left breast to my lips. As I drew her nipple between my teeth she moaned again, deeper and longer. It felt like her nipple was larger between my lips. My head moved like windshield wiper blades as I switched back and forth from one to the other. Her moans rose in pitch and increased in frequency. She crashed into an intense orgasm and shuddered to a halt on top of me while I kept up my nursing, alternating tit tips. Suddenly to my complete surprise, I felt her entire vagina convulse around my embedded dick. The pressure was stronger than anything I could recall having felt within this marvelously active cunt and her entire passage began to pulse, quivering and tremoring the length of my whole shaft. I came within seconds and as I ejaculated deep with in Hillary she crumpled over me in a dead faint. Concerned, I quickly got her onto her back and rushed to the bathroom for a glass of water. I don't know if that was the right thing to do or not but by the time I got back she was conscious. And thirsty, so the water did come in handy. Hillary quickly regained herself. "Lord, that was something else. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever felt," she told me. "It was like there was an electrical current between my pussy and my breasts. It pulsed and grew and grew until I fainted! Wow! I don't know how many more like that I could take! But I'm willing to find out!" and she reached for my dick. "Take it easy honey. Not so fast! Take a few minutes to re-cover! Besides, I'm not nearly ready to go again so soon." "Honey, I can get your dick hard so fast you'll be dizzy. I'm blessed with the biggest tits you've ever seen and if I want you hard you'll get hard. You boob crazed maniac. Here, lie down. Let me sit on your stomach and dangle these huge hooters in your face. That oughta get you hard in no time!" Putting words to action, Hillary was astride me in seconds. The ceiling was blocked out as she hunched her shoulders and thrust her colossal boobs at my face. I ended up wedged into the cleavage between each breast as they pressed against the bed. My nose was at least six inches away from the bottom of her cleavage! "I'll back up a little," she giggled as she wiggled backwards. Once again I used both hands to heft her boob to my lips. This time I started with the right one. As I brought it into my view I saw that her aureole was puffed up. It and the nipple were larger than I'd ever seen them. "Honey, your nipples look larger!" I exclaimed. I ran my tongue around the perimeter of her perfectly circular tit tip. Her nipple was the size of a pencil eraser. Just as stiff, as well! "And more sensitive too!" she moaned. "No, really. I used to be able to completely enclose your nipple and aureole in my mouth. Now, it seems that there is a little outside of my lips." The nipple and aureole that had once resembled a TicTac centered on a silver dollar was now both longer and larger. Smiling lustfully down at me Hillary used both hands to heave her other breast to where she could gaze at its prominent nipple. "You're right! It is a little bigger. And puffier as well, she exclaimed as she pinched and pulled at it with one hand while trying to support her boob with her other hand and arm. "Oh, and it IS more sensitive! I like it! Can you suck them both at once?" She dropped the breast she was holding and, using both hands, tried to crush her breasts together enough so that I could get my mouth on both at the same time. That didn't work. There was too much flesh to handle. Switching approaches, Hillary rested her hands on the swells of breast just above her nipples and tried to crunch her boobs together with her elbows while pulling her nipples closer to one another with her hands. It was an epic struggle. Her nipples pointed out ward somewhat when her breasts hung from her chest. They more or less pointed straight ahead when she was leaning over me as she was now. But there was still at least nine inches of flesh from the center of her cleavage to the nipple on each breast. With both of us pushing and mashing her tits together we were able to bring both nipples close enough that I could suck on them at the same time. With her boobs squeezed together like this her cleavage was forced up so far that Hillary could barely see what I was doing. Her face was buried into her cleavage almost up to her nose as she moaned and sighed in response to the nibbles, sucks and licking I was subjecting her nipples to. Hillary had at least two more orgasms as I spent the next half hour lavishing her tits with attention. Then we fucked until we both collapsed in exhaustion. Her change continued. Soon her aureole was the circumference of a small saucer while her nipples grew wider and just a bit longer. They quickly became so large when she was excited that they were to be seen even when she was wearing a sweater. This did not disturb Hillary at all. "Lots of men like to see my nipples poking out like that. I like it too. It tingles and makes me feel sexy when my nipples jut out for all the world to see." The growth continued. Within weeks her breast circumference at the largest increased by several inches due solely to the expansion of her now wildly puffy aureoles. When aroused, which was practically constantly, they sat like a soup bowl, 7 inches wide, two or three inches deep, on the end of Hillary's breasts. And they were topped, finally, by nipples that would swell when excited like half a Vienna sausage. The fullest part of Hillary's bosom continued to fall just an inch and one half below these now behemoth nipples. When the nipples were added into the calculation they pushed her total bust measurement up another few inches! Now, no matter what she wore, her constant excitement was prominently displayed. "I feel like a little kid again." She whispered to me one day while we were waiting for the bus. "I can't wait to see what happens next. When my best friend, Mandy, had puffy nipples as a kid it marked the beginning of her breast growth. And I had a similar episode when I first started to grow remember? "Well, yeah, but this time you've really grown a LOT larger. Last time your cute little titty tips just puffed up a little. Now you're as large as some women's entire breasts!" "I know," she smiled proudly down at her self. We were sitting on bus bench near campus. "And still, so sensitive. It takes just the smallest touch!" Not caring if anyone was watching she brushed her hands lightly over her breast tips and smiled fondly as her immense nipples and aureole swelled into jutting prominence. A passing bike rider smashed into the back of a parked car. Hillary did not seem to even notice. That night Hillary dug through her lingerie drawer. Crowing with triumph, she exhibited her find. "Look, honey. It's one of my old bras!" "That one looks like it was one of your first bras! That thing will never fit you." I told her. "I know that silly," she told me as she stripped off her clothes. "Look at how small it seems now." She held it up next to the bra she had just removed. Both cups of the old bra were dwarfed by one of the cups from her newer bra. "This is one of the first bras I bought. It's a B cup. I wonder?" She held the old bra to her immense chest. Using both hands she positioned the cup to her right breast, over her newly enlarged nipple and aureole. As she rubbed the lacy bra over her tit tip and pinched her nipple thru the fabric the flesh beneath sprang to prominence, her aureole puffing up. As it did so, it filled the bra cup that Hillary kept covering her tit tip. With-in seconds the cup was filled to the brim. And beyond. Look here, Richard! I can over fill this cup with just my nipple and aureole! See, the cup can't cover the pink flesh on either side when the bottom is covered. I remember the time not so long ago when I would have been ecstatic if my breasts had become as large as these are all by themselves!" But Hillary's excitement faded as within a few days. It became evident that her breast expansion was almost at a complete halt. True, her breasts were now well over 80 inches in circumference and were topped with hugely excitable nipples. But no matter what she tried, she could not achieve the massive growth that had come so easily be-fore. Her activity outside the college library a week later was typical. By this time her schedule was well known. Male students had been jockeying for the best positions for an hour when she appeared around the corner of the library and started toward the steps. An immediate hush fell over the crowd. Her mincing gate and high heel shoes gave her walk an element of eroticism that was seldom seen outside of a movie house or striptease hall. She was not going to strip perhaps but she was definitely teasing. Her men's shirt was stretched tight over a custom made turtle necked leotard and tucked into a tight denim skirt that was cut up the front and back to reveal quick glances of her legs as she watched. No one noticed her legs. Every one noticed the massive surging that was evident even through her bra, leotard and shirt as she strode majestically toward the steps down to the broad promenade that lead away from the library. At the top of the stairs she paused to move the book bag she clutched against her gargantuan left breast to the other side and lightly stroked the brass railing with her left hand. As she made her way slowly down the stairs her use of the railing was understandable. She was clearly unable to see the three closest steps because of how far in front of her the fleshy shelf of her bosom projected. Her breasts surged and rebounded with movement as she gingerly made her way down the staircase. Her boobs rose and fell with her downward progression. Slowly her blouse was working itself free of the confines of her tight skirt despite the constraint of both bra and leotard. Finally, as she was almost to the bottom, it did come free. At the base of the staircase Hillary stopped and dropped her belongings on the short wall next to the staircase and, moving with exquisite slowness, she gathered up the loose fabric of the blouse. Beginning with the lowest button, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse, seemingly unaware of the hundreds of pairs of eyes following her every move. A groan of disappointment mixed with rising excitement greeted the sight of the turtle necked leotard that was revealed as she crammed her blouse into her book bag. Her bra, revealed now under the leotard to also be white, was clearly visible in contrast to the light tan that Hillary still retained from summer. It was the newest bra that she had bought from Ms. Shaw. The shoulder straps were over an inch wide. The body strap was at least six inches wide and housed a hook-and-eye every half-inch. The cups were made of lace and spandex panels. As this was her newest bra there were no small rolls of flesh pouching above the line of the bra cups. Her leotard, not so new, was stretched so tight in places that the fabric pattern of Hillary's bra was embossed onto the leotard. This was particularly evident at the tips of her breasts where the fabric was stretched to the point of translucency. Once again on the move, she strutted between the crowds of men who watched in awe as the largest bust any of them had ever imagined paraded past. Moving ponderously u p and down, each elephantine breast had a natural rhythm that swayed, quivered and surged in time with Hillary's walk. With out the shirt the shifting and quivering movement of Hillary's incredible vastness could easily be appreciated. The erotic spell was only enhanced by the slow emergence of her aureole as they became visible through her now even thinner leotard fabric. Slowly swelling with excitement they approached the size of a half grapefruit. Each was capped by a nipple the thickness and half the length of a Vienna sausage. As her excitement increased the nipples became more and more prominent. As she turned the last corner it appeared Hillary had stuffed a robins egg into the tip of each bra cup! That evening, Hillary was disconsolate. "Look here", she cried, pointing to the log she had been keeping. "Weeks and weeks of strutting my stuff all over town and all I have to show for it is a measly ten inch increase in my bust! For all the teasing I've done, for all the men that have lusted for me, this pendant should be shining like a lighthouse. Not glowing dimly the way it has been! I have to go see Ms. LeFaye tomorrow and see what's going on. She should be able to help me. I have to do something drastic if I want to reach my goal." "But honey, your nipples and aureole have expanded hugely! Why, just last week you were bragging that you could fill a normal B-cup with each aureole! And I swear, they are bigger now than ever! If you just wait you may start growing again." "Well, it isn't enough! I want to have the biggest breasts in the world. And I don't want to have to wait! I want to grow so large that I have trouble moving. I want a Level III Bra! There are going to be some changes. I'm going to have the largest bosom I can have! Nothing is going to stop me!" Hillary shouted at me. 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