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The universe was full of gifts, even for the not-so-deserving. There was the case, for example, of the man booked anonymously in a rather drab cheap hotel room, groaning "Suck it, oh yeah, suck it, bitch!" as he sat naked on a bed and a naked woman knelt before him and performed vigorous fellatio.

He prided himself on never having patronized any prostitutes or even consorts. However, he somehow did not reflect much on how his current adventure was based upon a flagrant abuse of power, for he was the psychiatrist Marlon Dietz, his partner was an ex-patient, and they were both married but not to each other.

Dietz's lustful imagination had gone berserk the first moment he ever laid eyes on Bibi. She was a sweet shy brunette, a bit pale and rather petite and thick all around due to a constant struggle against "weight issues," but Dietz had taken one look at her twin torpedoes straining against her pullover and rightly surmised that she had to have "bust issues" as well.

Bibi came to him in a crisis of self-confidence. On the one hand, she found it possible to believe that men could actually desire her huge bosom, that men surely only jeered and snickered and were fascinated by her as if she were some sort of freakish monster but could not possibly feel genuine lust for her. Dietz had nodded sagely at her confessions, masterfully repressing his amused delight over her naivete. In time he was able to implant in her the idea than only Marlon Dietz alone out of all mankind truly appreciated Bibi for who she was as well as how she was built. Still wary of most men, Bibi came to think of Dietz as a friend -- and Dietz, of course, made sure that they became much, much more.

"Oh yeah, Booby, take it between your great big huge fucking tits, oh yeah, Booby baby, your mouth and your cleavage, I could fuck them all day! I could fuck, them, all ... dayyy!" At last he exploded and pulsed into Bibi's mouth, where she swiftly gulped down his sperm.

This is the life, thought Dietz, a decent enough career plus a hot bosomy secret mistress on the side.

"Mmm!" said Bibi, straightening up and wiping her mouth. "I sure enjoyed that." In fact, she mainly enjoyed that Dr. Dietz had clearly gotten off on it, and she deeply enjoyed being of use to a man, valued by him sexually.

"Oh, Booby, I so appreciate you," Dietz murmured into her cleavage as he buried his head there, his hands all over her breasts.

"Yeah, that's nice, we've got to get going," she fidgeted.

It finally occurred to him to become a little concerned. He sat back and asked "Booby baby? Are you happy?"

"Sure, I'm happy, Doctor." In fact she was just happy enough, and yet as this little affair of theirs got dragged out she began to wonder if there could possibly be something more for her life, something beyond the rather quick, furtive, guilty-seeming use that Dr. Dietz kept making of her.

"That's great, then I'm happy too," Dietz replied as he began to throw his clothes back on.

By prior arrangement "Booby baby" Bibi left several minutes before he did, and then he came out. He was feeling very much The Man, the sly slick gamester who could have it all, bucks and prestige and respectability, but also a cool and sneaky little vice on the side.

By the time he returned to his office, he was finally starting to get over the glow of euphoria from having fucked Bibi's tits and mouth. "Any calls, Millie?" he greeted his secretary.

"No ... no ... calls, sir."

Millie was attractive enough but rail-thin and conservatively dressed. He was pleased to have no obvious signs of his secret vice in his office or even in his waiting area.

Millie seemed uncertain, somehow. But why? He would have to check that.

Dr. Dietz office was starkly furnished with a kind of bleak wintry drabness all throughout it, which suited his needs perfectly. People came to him seeking control over their lives -- well, then, Marlon Dietz would an obvious model of perfect self-control, and thus inspire his clients.

Dietz went to his desk and tried to think ahead. Ah yes, Adam Ziktor. The too-male trying to make a straight-arrow life for himself. Dietz shook his head and grinned as Ziktor's history came back to him.

Adam had been exposed at an very early age to the horrors of people being "inbred," and so with that dread deep in his mind he ran away from home when his own mother made overtures on him, driven wild by his emerging adolescent too-maleness. Adopted by the kindly Varro Ziktor, Adam furiously whacked his way though adolescence but survived, but then in college, beginning with what he was able to get away with in of all things a Jane Austen class, Adam began to take advantage of women, pretty much all women. Then a nearby nightclub specializing in big bust entertainment grabbed his attention. He attended the club under the alias Kane, and before he knew it he was fucking away with the visiting feature performed that night. Rumors circulated in the industry, and soon such performers were flocking to the club, eager to meet the mysterious young Kane. Then the house girls caught on to what was going on and one right after another had her bust enhanced so that she too could turn on the great Kane.

Adam's college life was going straight to hell, and he might have taken up the siren call from some of the big bust stars to come join them in the porn industry -- but then, Charlotte. Charlotte had never been especially busty, but her loveliness plucked the harp strings of his heart and she was his perfect confidante. When Charlotte revealed that, against all odds and precautions, she had gotten pregnant by him, he felt filled with a steely resolve. Other too-males had gone the easy route, but Adam would shape up, he would take his education and his marriage and his fatherhood seriously, and with that he quickly ended his secret life as the stud Kane, to the plaintive sighs of many hot busty women who had gone and gotten well nigh addicted to him.

In fact, Marlon Dietz had no particularly special advice for Adam. Someone had simply recommended Dietz to Adam and that had been that, and more than anything Dietz enjoyed the private entertainment of Adam's remembered escapades, even if that meant that Adam sometimes came perilously close to figuring out that Dietz was stroking off during many a session.

But now Ziktor was complaining -- complaining! -- about some incredibly bosomy new secretary. Dietz's mind wondered if he would ever get to sneak a peek at here -- and then Dietz recalled how he had just been watching Tank Tolland fuck some bimbo with PHRIG augmentation. He went to his desk, about to hit the button to turn his recording of that heavenly event back on his giant-screen TV, perhaps in slow motion this time.

"Hi, stud."

Dietz whirled -- and instantly understood what Millie had been so indecisive about. "Dustee!"

It was his wife, Dustee. She approached him, looking around with some distaste. "I never understand this place. It's kind of ... scary, almost. And there's not one picture of me."

"It's all a persona for my patients." What Dietz left out was that he felt jealously possessive of Dustee and had no desire to advertise her existence.

"And you always seem to be out at some lunch, and yet you and I can never do lunch, why?"

"Dustee, we've discussed this, I really need to keep you far, far away from here, because ... "

"Because ... ?"

"Ohhh, BUSTY!" Dietz groaned, throwing himself at his wife.

Mrs. Dustee Dietz was a rather tall statuesque blonde beauty, but her most obviously incredible feature was her bosom. When Dietz had learned purely by accident of this young woman's existence, he went straight down to the backwater county where she was cooped up, "happened" to bump into her, and "selflessly" gave her his services.

For Dustee, it was a kind of whirlwind Cinderella story. It never seemed that she and Marlon truly had that much in common, but he was earnest and a good provider, and after a whirlwind romance he insisted on marriage so much that she simply caved in. True, Marlon was really just after her Brobdingnagian boobies, but she was used to that and at least she was getting to taste the good life.

Dustee rolled her eyes in exasperated patience as Marlon once more pawed at her and pulled the clothes off her mountainous breasts. She hated to admit it, but she was already bored to tears with this marriage. Where was a man who was sure of himself, who exuded authority, who was a virile dream come true -- in short, her secret favorite porn stud, that too-male, Tank Tolland? Dustee was not an especially liberated woman and would gladly be conquered by a man, if that man was anything like Tank.

And so it was that as Dietz hastily led her to the couch and unfolded it into a bed, then got on top of her and thrust into her, Dustee sighed stoically and gazed at the ceiling, then shut her eyes very tight. She had a vivid erotic imagination, and if she tried hard enough she could actually believe that Tank himself was on top of her. She especially loved Tank's "Morwin" videos, in which Tank played a suave powerful man named Morwin, from "more" and "win." As Dietz frantically fucked Dustee, Dustee imagined a giant stud fucking her, filling her to the brim and beyond.

"Busty, Busty, Busty!" Dietz whined miserably, a slave to his own selfish lust.

"Oh, Morwin, oh, Morwin ... !" Dustee gasped as silently as possible, and then damn near willed herself to a faintly satisfying climax.

Dietz pulsed into her, then got back up. "Really, Dustee, there's no concentrating with you around, please -- "

"Oh, all right." She grumbled as she swiftly got dressed again. Why did he have to be such a petty weakling? "I just hope your patients appreciate you."

"Me too," Dietz said, once she left. The coast clear, he proceeded to watch and envy all hell out of Tank Tolland fucking all hell out of the PHRIG-augmented bimbo in n-i-c-e s-l-o-w motion ...

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)