Adam makes a mess

Adam did appreciate Joan's concern, but a non-Mary handjob could be more of an irritant than a relief. Luckily, Natalie was not so long after all in bringing Joan's and Adam's orders -- and an extra place setting. Joan sighed but relented, leaving Adam high and dry, so to speak.

"If you don't mind, I'll be dining with you a little," said Natalie, setting down her own plate and seating herself. "Mr. Tagon knows I'm leaving with you anyway."

Adam was quietly amused by Natalie's lunch, just a few slices of melon. Always having possessed a roaring furnace of a metabolism, Adam found it all the harder to understand how women could subsist on so little.

"By the way, Katie," pursued Natalie, "you did say PHRIG, right? Polymeric Helium-Retaining Incremental Gel? ... Because I've just been checking messages from my girlfriends, and they're all going absolutely apeshit over it!" Somehow Natalie's accent and lightness of tone could make so coarse a comment sound positively musical. "Seriously, I think this procedure is going to catch on like wildfire!"

"I don't see that at all," said Adam. "In my experience, most women prefer to be proportional, not super-huge."

"And yet, somehow Adam has been bearing up," teased Katie.

Natalie was mildly surprised. "Is Adam a boobhound? He's never really given any such indication."

"Maybe he hasn't always, but let's just say he's been ... converted," Katie explained.

"Well, to answer Adam's concern, evidently once the tiny valve has been installed beneath each breast, women will be able to control volume at will." Natalie shook her head in wonder. "A dream come true! You're right, Adam, most women don't want that hassle -- but between these being so lightweight, and the ability to go big just temporarily, just for, you know, fun times, now more and more women will be able to pursue their fantasy of having absolutely gi-normous gazongas. I was just reading a poll in Egalitarian Gal, it's really a much more widespread fantasy than you men have ever dreamed."

Adam willed himself to think of this from a business perspective. No doubt Linda was already investing in this, but she tended to be conservative, whereas Adam recalled too many times when something was clearly about to be revolutionary and popular and he had missed buying heavily at the lowest opening prices. He valued anecdotal data such as Natalie's and wondered how soon he could pass this data along to Linda.

"It's still ... ****," murmured Adam. "I mean ... a woman is born with only so much skin ... !"

"But there's a cream that's been developed," Natalie went on excitedly. "It can help the skin around the breasts to just expand and expand and expand, stretching a little bigger with each increment. When it retracts, the skin becomes quite tough, almost like vulcanized rubber, but it looks normal and very shapely."

"So ... it expands, and expands, and ... expands?" pressed Joan, glancing back and forth between Natalie and Adam.

"I swear, every girl is going to go for this," said Natalie, attacking her slices.

"I'm already going for it," Katie purred at Adam.

For this, Dr. Marlon Dietz had never quite prepared him. It was one thing to leave a fetish behind ... but now it seemed that fetish was catching up with him all over again, threatening to become mainstream. Adam's throat and mouth suddenly felt very dry, and he reached for his water glass, not noticing he had already emptied it, and knocked it over onto the carpet.

"Oh, here, let me get that, that really should have been refilled anyway," said Natalie.

Adam felt there was quite enough already going on under the table. "No, I'll get it."

"Now, don't be silly, I'm still your server," reasoned Natalie, and she dove under the low-draped tablecloth.

Adam studied the amused looks of Joan and Katie as they faintly heard a sharp gasp and then a rapturous sigh, followed by a yummy purring noise and then lots of sloppy slurping as the quest for Adam's water glass evidently vanished from Natalie's mind.

"Ah, poor, poor Adam," Joan mused as she ate. "He has the darnedest trouble with wait staff. Anyone else can drop something and have it retrieved straightaway. But somehow, not Adam." She turned to Katie. "Did I ever tell you about the time we visited England? There was this one place, the food wasn't so good, but there was this very eager fresh-faced pretty little thing, very rosy of cheek and full of bosom -- what was her name, Lulu?"

"Tallulah," said Adam. He'd met her only that once, but she left a lasting impression.

"He's looking her over, and he's already unzipped himself under the tablecloth to, you know, give himself breathing space, and then he just happens to drop a spoon, and then Tallulah is all so charming, she goes 'Oh, please allow me to get that for you, sir!' But somehow she never did retrieve that spoon for you, did she, Adam? Such an obvious shiny object, and such a small area to search." She shook her head. "Such a puzzlement. I tell you, the man is cursed. Simply cursed."

"She was full of bosom, you say?" Katie caught on, smiling at him.

Adam just ate in stoic silence as Natalie worked on him ravenously beneath the table. She was doing an amazing job, but as if that were not bad enough, his mind was going wild imagining a world packed with PHRIG-crazed women. The Egalitarian Gal poll that this was an extremely common female fantasy, the news about the cream expanding skin indefinitely, the playful plasticity he had seen in that Tank Tolland demonstration -- his imagination, usually so helpful to advertising campaigns, was now his Achilles' heel as he found himself beginning to ooze copiously into Natalie's swirling greedy maelstrom of a mouth. The next thing he knew he felt as if Natalie was milking him like a cow, and he ejaculated with what was for him shocking speed.

Natalie triumphantly came back up with the water glass nearly full of Adam's fluid. Even for him, it was quite an output. Joan's eyebrows rose in wonder and animal lust. Katie just goggled and whistled.

"Thank you," Adam murmured, patting his phallus dry with a napkin and tucking it away.

"Oh, wait." Natalie quickly fetched a new glass of ice water for him. "You look parched. And ... thanks for my drink!" Natalie gulped a lot of Adam's ooze straight down, her nostrils flaring as she thrilled at the scent of it. "Mmmmm! Packed with nutrients! I could guzzle this stuff down all day!"

"God knows we try," sighed Katie, still impressed by the sheer quantity of it.

Adam raised his glass of ice water and sipped. "Thank you."

"Mmmmm ... don't thank me yet!" purred Natalie.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)