A redhead looking for something to lick

"I'm going to go get something to eat, do you want anything?" Whitney asked her boyfriend, who was laying next to her, sunning himself. The couple had decided to take a day off at the beach and were having a great time besides.

"Nah, thanks," he said, not opening his eyes behind his sunglasses. Whitney brushed a little sand off of her legs and started walking towards a nearby food stand.

'What should I get?' she mused as she walked. 'Nothing too heavy, I don't want to lose this figure.' She looked down at herself and her soft, thin beach body. She knew she wasn't anything special, with very slightly above average hips and small breasts that were perfect handfuls, but she was proud of how fit she was. Her only complaint was that her red bikini top didn't fill out more. She had always envied women with larger boobs and often imagined what it would be like to have more than she did. She tried not to dwell on it too much though. A quick look around showed plenty of women that had even less than she did, though there were quite a few particularly busty girls around.

Pushing the envious thoughts away, Whitney walked up to the stand and waited in line, looking over the menu. 'Maybe something cold, a popsicle sounds good...' she thought as she waited. The line move quickly and she was soon at the front of it.

"What can I get you?" the woman behind the counter asked, momentarily sucking Whitney's attention in with her deep, abundant cleavage. Her jealously flared, especially as she glimpsed the subtle glances the men were giving the waitress.

"Just a popsicle please. What flavors do you have?" Whitney asked, her mood just slightly ruined.

"It's just one, but we guarantee you'll love it, or your money back," the woman said, digging around in a cooler for a white popsicle on a small stick. Shrugging a little, Whitney paid for the treat and walked away, stealing one last glance at the woman's tits, taking a lick of her popsicle.

It was good, she realized, really good. She couldn't place it, but it tasted familiar too. She suddenly realized how hot she felt, except for her mouth where the popsicle's flavor was. She sucked at the frozen treat harder, her increased fervor making it melt that much quicker. She tried to catch every melting drip, but the popsicle was just a little too long to keep the whole thing in her mouth unless she wanted to shove it down her throat. But even as she deliberated it, more of the treat melted and dripped down her chin and onto her chest.

Just like in her mouth, everywhere the white sticky landed cooled slightly. Whitney was tempted to smear the popsicle over her heated skin, but at the same time didn't want to waste any of the treat. Carefully holding the dripping popsicle with her teeth and lips, she reached down to either scoop up or smear around the melted drops; she wasn't sure which one, but a second later she was distracted by something blocking her hand.

Whitney looked down, past the continuously dripping treat in her mouth, to see her hand resting on a large globe hanging off her chest. She could hardly believe it, even as her hand squeezed it, the feeling telling her it was her boob. Her much bigger boob. She could feel it stretching her bikini, the red material straining to accommodate her larger assets. Her eyes widened as she felt and watched the two D-cups ripple and expand into jiggling E's. She gulped down the mouthful of melting popsicle in her mouth and felt her breasts grow again, becoming even bigger.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Whitney knew she needed to stop. Somehow, the popsicle was making her tits balloon out, making her grow. She knew she had to stop...but maybe not yet. She had always wanted bigger breasts, and now she had the chance to have them as big as she wanted. She took another lick of the treat in her mouth and felt her nipples rub against her shifting bikini. She told herself a little more wouldn't hurt as her breasts slowly grew into massive pillows. The sides became wider than her already slim torso forcing her to keep her arms at her sides. The globes stretched out tremendously, supernaturally perky and creating a smooth shelf of tit that caught drops of the still melting popsicle. She pulled her bikini down a little as the burgeoning flesh finally threatened to spill over it, barely held in place by the flimsy material.

Just as she was considering stopping, a sudden rush of cool rushed through her. Her entire body trembled, particularly her gigantic boobs, rippling with hypnotic waves. She felt her ass expanding, not nearly as large as her chest, and entirely dwarfed by her sudden need for cock. It hit her like an ocean wave, a helpless need to have her gushing pussy filled that had to be sated. She stumbled, the remains of the popsicle falling from her gasping mouth, forgotten as her eyes darted around for a man.

By chance, the first man she saw was her boyfriend, Christopher, still laying on a towel sunning himself. She didn't bother to examine him, his gentle muscles, his always tan skin, his sharp nose. All she cared about was the cock underneath his swim shorts. Her cunt gushed encouragingly at the thought and she dove forward, grinding her new, mammoth tits against his slick chest.

"Fuck me, baby, please. I need your dick so bad, so fucking bad. Fuck me, please fuck me, stick that cock up my pretty cunt and rut me until you cum!" she babbled to him, nearly crushing him with the gigantic press of her boobs. He struggled for a moment, reaching up to push her off of him only to have his hands sink into her sensitive breasts.

"Yeah, maul my big fat titties! Do you like them? Just- ngh- be gentle, they're sensitiiiii-!!!!" she screamed as Christopher found her nipples, the slight pinch to them enough to make her climax. She froze up, whimpering slightly as her lust washed over her, leaving her perfectly malleable to Christopher's guiding hands. With quick, sure movements, he tore her bikini from her oversexed body and turned her around, freeing his swiftly hardening shaft with his hand once she was turned around on his lap.

"Let me see your ass bounce!" he yelled, lifting her by the hips and slamming her down on his cock, filling her wet pussy with a single stroke. Whitney moaned, lost in bliss, as Christopher grabbed and squeezed her round butt in time with his powerful thrusts. Her nipples were almost painfully pointed, but she couldn't move her hands from her legs to pinch them unless she wanted to fall off of Christopher's penetrating shaft. She could only thrust her hips down and feel her titanic boobs bounce wildly as her boyfriend continued to fuck her.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum, you need to-"

"Cum inside me!" Whitney exclaimed, slamming her hips down again. Both of them were shocked at the words; Whitney had never let Christopher cum inside her, but now she positively craved it, needed it. She felt Christopher's grip on her butt tighten as he was pushed closer and closer, his low moans becoming more strained. Whitney looked back to see his face scrunched with pleasure. The sight of her own lewd expression was all it took to push him over the edge, his cum pouring into his girlfriend's squeezing pussy.

Whitney trembled and gasped as the sticky heat of semen filled her, only to be competing with Christopher's growing cock a second later. The two were in constant competition to fill her the most, which only made her cum harder. By the time Christopher pulled his transformed cock out of her, she was drooling onto her enormous tits with sheer bliss. A flood of fresh cum oozed out of her lower lips before they tightened, holding her boyfriend's seed inside her.

"Figures I grow...massive boobs....and you pick....my ass," she gasped once she remembered how to speak. A final aftershock washed through her, making her heavy tits bounce and jiggle, luring Christopher's hands to them.

"Maybe," he said, his voice slightly deeper as the virus finished toning him to perfection. "These tits are still fantastic though." He reached up and took massive handfuls of them, crushing the magnificent globes together to form a scintillating valley. Still far too sensitive, Whitney whined and came again, girl juices dripping down onto Christopher's legs, unable to stop the feelings washing through her. Christopher kept up his ****, dick throbbing between her ass cheeks as she simultaneously tried to get closer and further away from him. Nothing could save her from the pleasure consuming her, not to mention the need for cock that was slowly reappearing. She was about to beg Christopher to impale her again when she was suddenly dumped onto the towel as her boyfriend got up, his dick and attention both focused on someone.