Chapter 6: Toilet Paper Tease

After Victoria's little exercise gone wrong routine I gave her the rest of the day off, minus some odds and ends that I wanted her to take care of. By doing so I was again reminded of the power of those big, bogus boobs... When cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, they were bouncing around so much that it was like watching a tsunami ravaging her T-shirt.

And it happened again when I came out of my bedroom later that night to get a glass of water. Vicki and Nick were sitting on the couch making out topless and he was of course squeezing her tits. I stopped for only a half a second and saw that the front of his pants were soaking wet! He was so **** to fuck her that she didn't even need to touch him! It was when I was filling up my water glass when a question entered my head.

Would Nick be nearly as interested if he couldn't touch Miss Vicki's tantalizing titties?

How would Miss Curvy react to not having those big, touchable jiggle monsters strapped to her chest?

I put my theory to the test the very next morning and as I sit on the couch, I can only wait for the expected reaction.

"What the fuck?!? ARRRRRRRGH!"

*SLAM! STOMP, STOMP, STOMP!!!*

Slamming down the stairs comes Vicki wearing her typical tiny t-shirt and panty get up. Normally it is stretched to the breaking point with her lopsidedly oversized curves, but today it clung to the bulky remains of her empty H-cup bra. Covering her chest with her arm, it is obvious that even though she is red-faced pissed, she is still embarrassed about her lack of endowment. Looking down south of her belly button, her other hand is occupied with holding her crotch.

Without her fake, foam butt her panties are not tight enough to hold her "hairy womanhood" where it belongs.

Looking back up and into those piercing green eyes, I can say that I have a little bit of compassion. At least she gets to keep up the charade that she has a fully matured and developed pussy... Alsoo the one area that no man has ever penetrated.

"Something wrong, hun?" I ask sounding as innocent as possible.

Looking at me with laser beams coming out of her eyes, Vicki responds icily. "I seem to be missing a few essentials."

Glancing back down and then up again, I can see outline of her under wire and the crumbling cups of her boulder holder as well as the dangling fabric draped over her scrawny ass. Swallowing the urge laugh, I simply smirk it her. "Well... last I checked the cabinet in the bathroom was fully stocked."

Hearing this, Vicki's jaw drops. Closing it slowly as if it is on a crank, it takes her a minute or two to get over her disbelief. "You expect me to stuff with toilet paper? You promise that if I did what you said that my beautiful body would be left alone..."

Beautiful body... Ha!

Seeing her twiggy legs begin to tremble, I know I have her right where I want her. "I never said that. I said that I would not expose your secrets. I want to see how the infamous Busty Black handles not having her giant titties jiggle for a day."

Also I'm kind of curious to see how you handle not being able to be touched... but I keep that last part to myself.

This certainly did not sit well with the wannabe busty diva who immediately voiced her objections in the most dramatic way. Swinging her arms out in utter shock, the burdensome bulge between her thighs drops like a rock and dangles like a pendulum. "But what about my boyfriend?!? You know how much he loves groping me!" Plus there's the little dance number I do... I can't do all of that with toilet paper stuffed in my bra and my panties! I'll look ridiculous!"

"You could always do that in the nude... I'm sure he's dying to see that." I reply with a big old grin on my face as I stare right at her fake vagina dangling like low-hanging fruit between her spread open legs.

Following my eyes, Victoria instantly grabs her fallen fruit basket and pushes it back to where it belongs. "Uhg! Fine... I'll stuff your way, okay?" She says then turns and heads up the stairs. At the very top she stops and takes one last jab at me. "Even if he can't touch me, he'll still want me over you!"

Listening to the pitter-patter of her feet echo from the stairwell, I cannot help but sit back and wonder if she is right.

When I see her again a couple of hours later the little bitch is bounding down the stairs looking quite pleased. One look below that stuck out chin and I can see why. She looks astonishingly the same. Either she is cheating the agreement, or she is just really good at stuffing. Watching her a little more she is missing the iconic bounce of her breasts which means she is honoring her word.

Something pretty out of the ordinary considering how often she has lied in the past to her own and my parents.

Instead of the bounce and jiggle, they are simply bouncing and rather stiffly at that. Of course this discrepancy doesn't seem to bother the redhead very much because when she reaches the bottom of the stairs and turns to face me in her iconic pose, hands on hips one knee forward, there is no missing the not-so-subtle additions that she has augmented her repertoire with.

Two big and hard looking nipples are poking proudly today. Wearing a pair of shorts, it is obvious that she is not too keen on a skirt and the long t-shirt that is tucked in is to make sure nothing slips out or is revealed on accident.

Turning side to side, it is obvious that Vicki is very proud of her handiwork. "You know hun, I think I might be able to enjoy this today. In fact I'm going to see how he responds. See you later." She says adding a little wave before walking up and then by me. Slipping on her obnoxiously tall high heels, she opens the door and heads outside.

Watching her in silence, I have to admit I am a little stunned. I did not expect Victoria to be openly excited about stuffing with toilet paper. I figured it would diminish her overwhelmingly big ego just a little bit. If anything the addition of those big stupid nipples has emboldened her more. Tearing my eyes away from her curiously bouncing boobs, I look at her back.

She has left her bra unclipped.

Following her through the open door, which feels like an open invitation to tag along, probably so she can show off her superiority yet again, I quickly catch up with her partway into the road. Hanging back just a little, I watch as she expertly rolls her hips making her paper enhanced bottom sway side to side convincingly.

When we get to Nick's he is outside as usual. Instead of mowing the lawn, he is painting the fence. Seeing Vicki, he immediately stands up with a big grin on his face. "Um, good morning babe. It looks like you slept well."

Pushing her tits out and while simultaneously pulling up on her bra straps, Victoria lures him in even more with the added effect of nipping out. "I couldn't stop dreaming about the tons of fun we had last night."

"Oh yeah..." Nick mutters, getting a quick and stiff brick in the front of his shorts while reaching for those epic toys.

Seeing Nick's dong shootout and make a massive tent makes me instantly wet and struggling to keep from drooling visibly. As I struggle to contain my urges, Vicki has expertly deflected his hands away from her epic breasts and guided them to her little waist.

"Later. I am so horny that if you squeeze my tits, I'll probably make a big mess in the crotch of my panties..." Victoria says in a saucy and teasing way.

The effect is astonishing because when coupled with the slight jerk of her hips, Nick is left paralyzed. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, it begins to tremble and then the unexpected happens.

He blows his load into the front of his shorts!

His balls draining, the wet spot is absolutely overwhelming! I never knew a guy could cum so much!

Stunned, embarrassed and hilarious all at once, I feel bad for him, but at the same time I cannot help but burst out laughing!

"Oh my god, Nick! You didn't even TOUCH her!" I exclaim even as I perv on his still hard member. Jesus Christ, how many more times can this man cum?!?!?! just imagining it, I feel my own pussy swell and get suddenly wet.

Vicki however is standing there with a supreme look of satisfaction on her face. Posing, she moves her hands to her waist the moment Nick steps back to cover his crotch. "I guess I wasn't the only one, huh big boy? If you thought this was erotic, just wait until tonight..." Turning on her tall heels she marches confidently away, shimmying her bulbous bottom.

Turning and following, I look back to see Nick rushing into the house, waddling like a man who has been riding a horse all day long.

After that subtle display of her infinite power, crowned by the nipples poking out from the largesse that is her chest, we go back to the house and hang out for a little bit. After a few hours of listening to the windbag gloat, we head off to the supermarket to restock the pantry and fridge. Arriving a few minutes later, her confidence has absolutely skyrocketed to, not surprisingly, epic proportions. Walking across the parking lot and through the sliding doors with every ounce of sexual energy she has, Vicki has no qualms about her nipple topped bahama mamas hopping all over her chest. Swinging her hips gregariously, she's showing off her famous backside, making sure that all who dare look at it get more than their money's worth.

Unbenounced to the top-heavy looking diva, her big and round bottom is not exactly looking as bubbly as she would like. Having spent the last few hours sitting on the couch, there is a subtle flat spot on the underside of each cheek.

Walking up to the rows of carts, Vicki plucks one and pulls it out. "I'll push, you shop. You got the list anyways."

"Sure." I say with a small smirk. I made sure to include things that only she can reach.

With a smile and a tilt of her head, Vicki bobs off pushing the cart happily in front of her.

Going through the bread and the fruit area first, it is going exactly as she expected to go. Standing by the cart, she gets to pose and show off while I do all of the actual work of weighing and making the selections. Even if she did want to do it, I wouldn't allow it because she doesn't know the first thing about produce. It is going well it is not until we're in aisle four do I put her "skills" to the test. Coming to a stop mid-way down the aisle, I look at the list and then look up at the top shelf. Reaching up I make a show of having a hard time. Turn my head, I look at Vicki who is busy plucking at her top.

Tugging up, centering them and then fiddling with her top, she rolls her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers to finish. Alone in the aisle, its the perfect time to "adjust". Of course she totally forgets that there are security cameras everywhere which makes me wonder that if there is anyone watching the monitors, what are they thinking right now?

"Once you're done tending to your boobs, do you think you could grab that can of cooking spray for me?" I ask.

Rolling her eyes, the redhead on 4 inch stilts comes out from behind the cart and hip checks me aside. "Sure... Shorty." Vicki says then reaches with her right hand. The instant she does, I watch as the underside of her bra visibly pulls away from her chest and two huge wads of TP spill out! With two big bulges underneath her tits, Vicki's face drains of color as she quickly hands me the can and immediately goes into damage control mode! "Fuck! Make sure no one comes in here!" She hisses as she starts the comical reconstruction of her boobs!

Before I can say anything, two women wearing blue jeans and dark sweaters round the corner. Their heads topped with blond hair, they are known around town as the blonde bombshell's.

Their names?

Peggy and Lauren...

Looking over, Vicki turns her shoulder and makes quick work of shoving her "breast tissues" back in her bra. Plucking at her top, she turns to face the two sister's just as they walk up to us.

"Oh look, it's Boy Chest Jess..." Lauren teases as she tosses a lock of blonde bob over her shoulder.

"And the much more voluptuous and WOMANLY cousin, Victoria." Peggy says as she shakes her own epic wonders of the world.

Watching Peggy's tits jiggle, warble and wobble even more than Vicki's, they are the biggest, but that's only because she's fat. Same with her sister Lauren too, but that's because I have seen them in their bathing suits. In their clothes they look like knockouts and that's because they are both slaves to shapewear. They may walk around like they are hotties, but everybody knows that they are a couple of fat girls playing dress up. It's rather pathetic really.

"Having big boobs trouble again, Vicki?" Peggy asks with a grin, a grin of someone who understands.

"Yeah. Jess was providing me cover while I resituated myself." Victoria replies as she matches her friends postures with a powerful thrust of her own titty treats.

"Holy fucking high beams, Batgirl! Turn them off already!" Lauren blurts out, covering her eyes in mock brightness.

"Well, she does look like a door, hahahahaha!" Peggy blurts out, laughing hysterically. So hard that she is clutching her stomach!

"Hey now, be nice. It's not Jessica's fault that God did not bless her with a womanly figure like us." Vicki says rather proudly as she poses more stiffly than usual.

I guess she doesn't want to join Peggy in the titty shake... hahaha!

"And if you're wondering why I'm high-beaming, it's because I have a glorious night planned with my boyfriend, Nick.." She adds.

"But you and him do it like all the time, what makes tonight different?" Peggy asks bouncing her eyebrows up and down.

"I know, I know, but tonight he promised to stuff me real good. He promises me it will be a night I will never forget." Vicki says, starting in with her usual shtick about getting laid which is a flat out lie.

Staying away from this conversation, I listened as a three of them trade war stories and gush about their boobs and how men love playing and sucking on them while getting railed. It's absolutely ridiculous! Even more so when Peggy and Lauren start talking about their numerous conquests, all absolutely loving their stunningly hot bodies.

Listening still as Victoria goes on and on about her fantasy love life with Nick, I pass it off as typical banter until she crosses the line. "Oh my god, just the other night I was coming down to get some water when I caught Jessica on the couch playing with herself and complaining that no man will ever find her attractive because she's got such itty bitty boobies! Hehehehehe..."

Even though she has said this numerous times before, and it's all untrue, the fact that she brought me into this conversation given her current situation pisses me off. When she glances over at me with that shit eating grin plastered on her face, it takes all I can do to keep from ripping her clothes off and exposing her to the world. Instead, I simply stand there with my arms crossed grinning back.

If she thinks she's getting her perfect body back tonight, she's got another thing coming...