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"Hey," you say jokingly, "you should have put more sugar in your coffee. I'm still hoping that you'll gain a few pounds so you can be...you know...bigger in a few places."

Your collected tone sort of gives away halfway through that statement, but Amy's response is neutral, neither angry nor amused. "John," she says, "don't tell me you already forgot about last winter? The moment I gained those few extra pounds and had my breasts get big enough, you were on me faster than I could react. You fucked me countless times for about two weeks, remember?"

Your dick bulges slightly upon hearing this as Amy takes another sip of her coffee with a relaxed smile. "Thankfully, I managed to get back in shape quick. You really went at it with me, though...it was almost cute."

So in this reality, you've already fucked her...and more times than she could count. Your penis continues to tense up in your pants at the thought of it. If only you could have experienced this...

"I didn't think it'd be that bad," you say with a small shrug. She shrugs herself, seemingly indifferent. Did she dislike that period of time where she was your fucktoy?

"No. It wasn't bad...I think," she answers with a light sigh. "I explained it to you back then, didn't I? When a girl reaches the size where she's every guy's cumdumpster, sex is different. It happens so often that we just get so used to it, sometimes reaching the point where we barely notice it. If every big breasted woman gave every man who fucked her the time of day, she wouldn't have any time for herself or what she needed to do, y'know?"

"So...you didn't mind that I fucked you?" you ask her.

Amy looks at you with a strange glance before laughing. "Why would I have minded? I was a D-cup, so my body was all yours. My body was any guy's, really. I had no problems with you fucking me day and night. Like I said, though, since you did it so much and since I had my own stuff I needed to do, sometimes I forgot you were even there. I don't even remember most of our fucks. Just about the only one I really remember is when I invited Patty over for a sleepover and you walked in had your way with both of us while we relaxed and watched movies. We were absolutely drenched in your cum by the end of the night. You remember that, right?"

With a small laugh, you smile and nod despite the fact that you very clearly remember no such thing. At the least, Amy didn't seem to care that you used her as your personal cumdump. It hasn't damaged her view of you at all or your friendship...it must have been a very natural thing for her. Your cock is getting beyond hard in your jeans as you imagine the scenario of invading her sleepover and fucking her and her friend, and neither of them paying you much mind as you use their bodies freely...you might have to do that soon.

A question arises in your mind as you finish your cup of coffee. "So, if they barely notice what's happening to them, are you saying busty women can't enjoy sex?"

"Of course they can, silly," Amy giggles with a dismissive shake of her hand. "Find yourself a big breasted cumdump girlfriend and you'd know. Girls just need to concentrate on their daily lives while being used, sort of like controlling their breathing. When that comes to a close, though, and they come home, then they can focus on their lover...assuming their boyfriend hasn't tired himself out on using other women all day..."

Amy trails off as she says that, reminding herself of her own current situation with her boyfriend. "Anyway..." she starts up again, only to be interrupted by the doorbell. Amy looks up, standing up from her chair. "Is Liz over already? I told her to come by later...maybe she needs something?"

Liz? What Liz? You don't remember anyone by that name, be it your friend or Amy's...regardless, Amy looks at you with a smile. "Oh, I never introduced you, did I? Don't worry, she's great."

Walking over to the door, Amy opens it. "What's going on, Liz?"

"Hey, Amy. I know you told me to come by later, but I just had to..."

The voice trails off as you find yourself being stared at by a pair of blue eyes. Through the door steps a girl in her late teens, similar in appearance to Amy with her eyes and beautiful natural red hair—likely her younger sister or cousin, just a few inches shorter than your friend. The biggest difference are her noticeably smaller tits, barely a B-cup. She's wearing a black long-sleeved hoodie with a white shirt underneath and black jeans with white running shoes, looking as if she were just taking a stroll through town.

"...Liz?" Amy speaks up as her friend continues to stare at you. Liz is licking her lips slightly with a smile, eyes locked onto you as she begins to unzip her jacket...

Amy looks to you again as Liz begins to undo her jeans and nods to herself as if realizing something. "Oh...right, right. Uh, John..."

You don't really need the incoming explanation as you've figured it out yourself, what with Liz now taking off her bra and panties.

"Liz is a virgin...so, if you could just...you know..."

You're not exactly given much of a choice as a now nude, slim Liz walks towards you with a sort of nympho twinkle in her eyes...