Chapter 3: Voyeur A'la Vicki

Falling to the ground in a heap, I crash loudly onto the grass. Picking myself up, I hurry to the corner of the garage where I crouch down and wait. I'm sure somebody heard me and in no time Vicky's mom or dad will be coming out to see where the source of the sounds came from. Waiting for what felt like 10 minutes, I finally calmed down when I realize that nobody is coming. Turning around I start walking around the house, a new feeling of dread overwhelming me as I start feeling guilty for what I am attempting to do.

I have never been a Peeping Tom and I have never looked highly upon those that do it. Yet here I am stalking my ultimate crush's house like a cat burglar. Coming up on a window, I lay low and peek up over the edge. When I look inside I see that it is nothing more than an office and Mr Black sitting at the computer. Only he is not working. Instead he is lean back in the chair spanking off. Grossed out at seeing another man's dick, I literally gag as I move on. It isn't until I walk across the deck, making sure to hurry so I am not spotted because I am passing the living room, that I come up on a lone lit window on the other side of the house. Snuggled right up along the fence, it is the addition that was built a few years ago. Thinking back I remember exactly why it was built.

Victoria wanted her own bedroom, complete with a private bathroom. Why? Because she didn't want her parents walking in on her ever. Even they aren't good enough to see the blessings of the gods. I remember hearing her bitch about it with her friends at school when her parents initially resisted. Somehow she won out in the end. Probably it's because of who she is and even they have to recognize greatness when they see it.

I'm sure her mother does. Unlike her daughter, Janice is nothing special. Skinny like a twig and flat chested, she reminds me more of Sara, only far more elegant and mature. She is also a royal bitch, especially concerning her daughter. She seems excessively proud of Vicki's accomplishments and is always heard around town gushing about how beautiful her daughter is and how blessed she is. Ironically it is never about Victoria's grades, which are average, or anything in regards to who she is as a person. Janice is more obsessed with her daughter's looks and epic endowments.

"Victoria is certain to be famous some day. I fully see her making a great career in Hollywood, either as an actress or a model." I remember overhearing Janice say once to an employee at Dillard's. I was there school shopping when I overheard that little snippet.

Sneaking up to Victoria's bedroom window, I peek around the corner where I see the red-headed vixen kicking off her shoes. Dropping an astonishing 5 inches, she's so much shorter now which makes her thin legs look even skinnier despite being wrapped in sexy brown stockings. Walking over to her vanity next, she pulls out the chair and goes to sit down. When she does that heavenly ass pushes out, making an indelible impression in her skirt. Even from here I can clearly see the impression of each perfect swell as it presses tightly against the already over stretched fabric. Settling in, she gives her booty a wiggle, something she always does, and then starts removing her jewelry. Slipping off her bracelets first, she then removes her earrings and finishes by taking off her necklace. Putting them away where they belong, she then opens the drawer to her left and pulls out a huge package of makeup wipes. Popping open the top, the package itself reminds me of baby wipes. Pulling one out, she meets Ford and starts wiping away her makeup. Before long there is a mountain of wipes sitting beside her on the table top and the once elegant face has been erased to reveal her natural looks.

Staring in awe, I have NEVER seen Victoria without her makeup on and I have to say it is shocking! Never in a million years that I expect her to have such a baby face! Without all of that makeup and contouring, Victoria goes from looking like a college-aged woman, to a freshman in high school! I'm even more surprised by the zits that magically appear on her chin, the tip of her nose and a couple dotting her forehead. Her cheeks are also very red, probably from wearing so much makeup all the time. Shocked to say the least, I continue to watch. So she's not as beautiful as she paints her face to be, no big deal. She still has that hot body! If given the chance I would still marry her simply because I know that she would never allow anyone to see her as anything less than perfect, which is just fine by me. I'd still let her open those glittering red lips and go down on my quivering, ready to blow cock.

Grabbing the pile of makeup remover towelettes, she throws them into the trash can next to the vanity and then leans way forward and opens her mouth. Reaching in with a finger, it looks like she's picking her teeth, but then she's pulling something out of her mouth. It takes a second for me to recognize it, but it's literally a retainer! I never knew Victoria to wear braces, so what is she doing with one of those? Putting it in a container, she does the same thing with her upper teeth and that's when I realize what they really are.

Veneers.

So she doesn't have perfect teeth, who does anyway?

Closing the lid on her perfect smile, Victoria then picks up and removes what I know to be a contact container. Unscrewing the two caps, she squirts some liquid into each one and then leans back forward and tenderly touches her eye. Removing one contact and then the other, she places each one into the little pools and then covers them up with the lids. Blinking rapidly, she then looks at herself in the mirror and that's when I see that instead of bright green eyes, they are actually brownish.

Even though I am still as hard as a rock, there is a feeling starting to develop in the pit of my stomach. I don't know why, but there is. Maybe it's because the most beautiful woman I've ever seen is not really the most beautiful woman out there. Heavily dependent on makeup and other artificial means, Victoria is surprisingly average about the neck.

Finally finished with her face, Victoria scoots the chair back to her vanity and stands up. Turning towards the door, she walks up to it and lets herself inside. When it swings open, I can see that it is her private bathroom. I also catch sight of a little window above the bathtub just before she shuts the door. Scampering from my hiding place, I am thankful that I am skinny enough to squeeze between the house and the fence. Popping out on the other side, I look up at the wall and see that the little window is too high for me to look into. My hopes dashed, I stand there for a few seconds ruin my life and when I am done I am fully intending to head home when I see a step ladder leaning casually against the clapboards. Eyes lighting up, I quickly grab it and set it up. When I climb to the top I have the perfect view right into the window. Looking in, I am watching Victoria brush her teeth. A little confused as to why she's still wearing her clothes, it then dawns on me why. She's probably going to bathe before bed! Feeling my heart start to race, my hand is already reaching down my pants as I start pulling on it just as she is holding her hair back and spitting. Running the head of her toothbrush under the water, she brushes her teeth one more time, making sure she brushes her tongue before spitting the final remnants of her toothpaste out of her mouth. Rinsing out the sink, she steps back when she is done drying the rim and the countertop. Looking at herself in the mirror, she cannot help us smile at what she sees. Placing her hands on her waist, she turns and poses. Thrusting out her chest, she cannot stop staring at her own big breasts. I personally think it's funny that she's just as infatuated with her own tits as the guys are. Turning left and turning right, she stares at them from all angles, her smile only getting bigger. Of course this allows me to see her real teeth which are stained with blotches of yellow. Moving her hands from her waist, she reaches up and rubs them tenderly over the pneumatic looking swells. Rubbing them for a few minutes, she gives them a little squeeze before turning around so she can look at her own ass. Shaking it side to side for her own delight, she seems very happy with what God has given her.

Complete and utter sex appeal.

If her friends saw her doing this, they would probably hate her for being so vain. They already have to listen to her talk about the numerous guys that have stuffed her pussy over the years.

Speaking of that, I think it's funny that she uses the word "stuffed" to talk about sex. Most of the time it is words like fucking, or doing the dirty, but every time she mentions it, it's always "stuffed" or "stuffing". In fact just the other day at school, I overheard her talking about her latest conquest.

"So you know how I've been seeing this guy from state? Well let me tell you, he really knows how to stuff. I mean like really! Do you know how hard it is to find a hot guy with a big enough dick for me? Well, just last weekend I was over at his apartment and he literally stuffed me for 3 hours straight."

I also paid attention to see how her friends reacted and of course they were all leaning forward and listening intently. Hearing the hottest girl in school talk about getting boned is always a source of entertainment for them. After that all they did was bitch about how under endowed their boyfriends were compared to Victoria's God who was nine and a half inches.

Giving the curvy hips a final flick, Victoria turns back around and looks at her tits one last time. Lifting her hands from her waist, she is slowly reaching for the back of her neck.

Realizing that she's about to unveil her tits drives my anticipation and excitement through the roof! Feeling a cool breeze ruffle my shirt and caress my chest and back, I feel myself getting extra hard and on the verge of cumming, I cannot stop as I jerk faster and faster. "Oh yeah... Here they come!" I whisper softly under my breath.

*~click~*

Hearing a sound close by, I quickly look around to see if I have been spotted. Seeing only darkness and her front yard, I am safely hidden from view from the street behind a big tree that is a few feet away. Feeling relieved, and my anxiety instantly dropping, I return my attention to the window where Victoria is poised in front of the mirror, the little bow milliseconds from coming undone and the front of her top falling down like a curtain.

Slowing down my roll, I don't want to blow my load until I see those big and beautiful tits. Staring at her, it is only a matter of time...

But nothing happens.

It's like she is frozen in place. Looking closer, I see that she is not even breathing, but she is also not struggling for air. That's when I realize just how silent it is and nothing is moving. I can't even feel the breeze anymore. Not wanting to do anything to break whatever it is that is going on, I think about tapping the glass which is what spurred this last thought.

And then the not so distant past voice of my grandfather echoes In my head. "It is not so good to mess with the natural order of things... That... is a magical watch."

Reaching into my pocket, I slowly pull the watch out and hold it up. It takes me a minute to figure out, but the button on the top is depressed. Opening the face, I see that the hands aren't moving, but that's normal because there is no second hand. Pulling the watch to my ear, I don't hear it ticking anymore. Pulling it away, I look at it awkwardly and I pull up on the brass button. Next thing I know I feel the breeze again and I can even hear the ruffling of the trees. Turning my attention back to the window, I see Victoria standing there in front of the mirror already working the bottom half of her top upwards. Looking back down at the watch, I quickly push the button back down and then look up. Just like a second ago, she is frozen in time.

"What the hell...?" I ask, looking at the watch confused. "Is this really happening, or am I passed out on the ground over by the fence and I'm dreaming?"jumping down from the ladder, I run over to where I landed on the ground earlier. Not seeing my body anywhere, I start pitching myself all over. It only hits me when I slap myself in the face really hard.

*SMACK!!*

"YEEEEOOOOUUCH!" Yelling, I don't even hear my voice echo. I also realized that I'm not wearing my glasses. Dropping to the ground, I start searching frantically all over the place for them. Scared that I may have lost them, I stand back up worried when I feel something touch the top of my head. Tilting my head up, I see them floating in the air. "What the..." Grabbing them, I put them back on and then look around. Taking them off, I let them go in the moment they leave my fingers they stop. "How...?" Seeing the laws of nature literally being defied, I am completely amazed by what is going on. But then it also makes sense. Digging back into my pocket, I find the watch and hold it out. "Long you are in my possession I I can move through time and space. I wonder what would happen if I let you go?" Talking to the watch as if it is a sentient being, I am not really thinking as I open my hand to let it go. But it doesn't move. Even as I shake my hand rapidly, the watch stays stuck to my palm. "So the watch will not allow time to stay forever stuck. Thanks Grandpa!" I say to the stars that are no longer blinking, but are still illuminated. When I get home, I plan on asking him all about his adventures with this wonderful watch.

But first, I need to get back to Victoria!

Running back to the ladder, I quickly climb it and look back through the window and just as I left her, she is still standing in front of her mirror working her blouse up with her tits completely uncovered. Looking at her hands, they are stuck in the middle of getting the blouse ready to be stretched so that it can be pulled up and off. Just below for knuckles is her soft little baby belly. Like a ball of fat, it hangs slightly over the waist of her leggings. Given how skinny she is, it's kind of surprising to see. It almost reminds me of a child's belly, but this is a woman of 18 years, not a kid. Pick up, I see the infamous bolder holder. Bold and beautiful, the bra is very sexy. Trimmed in lace, the bands and the cups are see through with lace floral patterns adorning it. Sitting in the cups are her magnificent breast, her nipples on encumbered as a stick out like two big brown eyes. Not hard, they are still impressive nonetheless, the areola the size of half dollars. Given that her breasts are absolutely humongous on her, it is no surprise that the bra stretching away from the center. So enamored I am by it that I completely ignore the plethora of boobage spilling out in the middle and by her armpits. When I do finally look at it, my eyes open wide and my jaw drops.

Literally takes me a minute comprehend what I'm looking at., And kicking myself in the ass because I have no idea how I didn't see this before! They are literally hanging out in front of me and because I was so excited, I completely ignored the obvious! What I'm not staring at is a giant pair of flesh covered, fatty orbs.

What I'm staring at is the biggest pair of cheap knockoffs that I never knew existed.

Like a pinched balloon full of air that is suddenly let go, my dick instantly deflates.

*BBBBBBBBBBBT!*

Gripping nothing but limp sausage, my face falls as I hear myself utter the words that I never thought I would hear myself say. "Victoria stuffs..."

My dream girl, the goddess, the empress of endowments is nothing more than a bra stuffer! All of those years of pining for her, all of those years of getting her to notice me end in an instant. Gone is the infatuation, gone is the lust. Gone is any desire to waste another drop of my semen on her ever again! What's even sadder is when I realized all of the times, all of the hours spent jerking off to nothing but a fairy tale.

But what if that is all it is? What if she's hiding a decent pair of boobs underneath those bullshit watermelons of hers? She still has that great looking ass by the way. Pulling the watch out of my pocket, I restart time and watch as she finishes getting undressed.

Pulling out on her top, she stretches it out and then works it up her back. Bringing it over the peaks of her fake tits, she quickly pulls it up and off then tosses it to the ground in a heap. Barely hitting the ground, she is already reaching behind her back to unclip her bra. Unfastening it, the side straps are still falling, settling even has she grabbed the lacey straps on her shoulders and pulls them down. The cups peeling away unveils the remainder of her bogus boobs as they spread apart even more. All that is holding them up now is probably the adhesive that she uses to stick them to her chest. With a big fake tits sticking out stupidly, Victoria slips her thumbs into the waist of her leggings and pushes them down. Almost instantly, my eyes are filled with anything but a big and bubbly butt.

Instead of silicone, I am looking at probably the biggest piece of foam I have ever seen. Like a big pillow, it wraps from hip to hip giving her butt and hips what appears to be a very big boost! Wearing a thong, it looks ridiculous as it sits in between the carved impressions that are supposed to be her big butt cheeks. Obviously a single piece, the crack is not deep enough for the thong to disappear into. It is enough to be sellable though.

Pushing your pants down all the way to her ankles, I pause time once she is standing all the way back up. Now I get to see everything. The fake tits, the fake button hips, as well as the very big bush sticking up from and out from either side of the front of the little triangle of her underwear. Beneath that and filling out the remainder of the fabric is the very peak of her big mound. Right where the triangle ends and the strip of stretching fabric begins is two prominent and thick pussy lips that start only to suddenly stop right at the beginning of her legs. Like her butt, that big pussy is nothing but more foam nonsense.

"Jesus, is she really that insecure? Literally every part that all the guys want is fake! Something tells me there is no such thing, or never was boyfriends..." I comment and then push down on the button to let the rest of this nightmare play out.

Slipping off her heels and kicking off her pants, Victoria turns towards the tub in order to start her bath. While the tub is filling, she returns to the mirror where she finishes taking off all of her figure enhancing apparatuses. Starting with her tits, pills one off and then the other. Setting them down on the counter they look absolutely absurd but that is nothing in comparison to her *real* chest. Void of anything, she has absolutely nothing! I mean nothing! Not even the little bumps to signify that she is even growing! Topping the chest that would be familiar to any 10-year-old boy is a pair of tiny pink nipples, the areolas smaller than dimes. Still watching, she removes her thong next and then goes right for the big butt. Grabbing foam that is stuck to her right hip, she's slowly peels and rolls the massive foam enhancement off. What's left behind is a pair of skinny hips that fit perfectly with her skinny legs and a little flat butt that is icing on the cake. All that's left is the foam cut out that is supposed to resemble the beginnings of a real woman's vagina. Killing that off easily, I am surprised when she removes the big push of pubic hair sitting right above her tiny slit. Revealed to be a merkin, the former Bush was jet black and what is exposed is nothing but a few stray strands of brown and curly pubes.

Seeing my former crush naked as the day she was born, I cannot help but wonder if she got stuck during puberty, or if this is it?

It is obvious that even Vicki hates the reflection in the mirror as much as I do. She cannot even stand to look at herself anymore. Never looking at the mirror, she walks back over to the tub and turns off the water. Dipping a foot in, she goes into the water and soaks. After a few minutes her legs up here and then dangle over the edges and I watch as she fruitlessly plays with herself. Even that isn't fun to watch because all she is doing is twirling her finger around what I think is where her clitoris should be. There's obviously no reaction, but that doesn't stop her from doing it anyway. I guess even if nothing happens in the end, it must feel good anyway? If anything it at least helps her feel like an adult.

Completely let down by everything that I have just born witness to, I open up the watch and sigh. It is 9:30 and I really need to get to bed. Stopping time, I'm mostly over back to my house and it's not until I am in my bed that I start it back up again. Feeling ticking of the watch in my hands, I said it on my bedside table and turn around to go to sleep.

I was really hoping to have lots of memories to jerk off to tonight, but I am no longer interested. At least right now.