Touch Herself

Lois bit her lip, fighting the growing urge between her legs. It didn't help that she could hear the wet schlick as Maria touched herself, not a few feet away...or that the reporter could see, barely but perceptibly, the way her breast-flesh was swelling over the cups, feel the pressure build inside her chest, the weird almost burning of the liquid as it diffused.

"That's so fucking hot." Maria stared, blatantly, openly, one hand reaching down and under her skirt. "That just...the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

The reporter wanted to agree. Her hands clutched into little fists, just to have something to do with them. Whether it was the medicine being pumped into her tits or the barmaid's open gawking, Lois could feel her body heating up a little...her breath felt warm in her mouth, a slow flush spreading across her cheeks, her chest...

"You're going to get so big," Maria moaned, audibly now, crouching over a little. "I mean, you were gorgeous before, but imagine what you'll look like with huge fucking pornstar titties...it's just...so hot...is it...is it hot for you?"

"Yes," Lois breathed the word out, small and quiet. Her nipples were on fire. Though she couldn't see them right now, she knew they must be erect. The reporter could feel her clitoris slip out of its hood, quivering erect.

Maria wasn't just rubbing herself anymore. Lois could hear the sloppy slitch-slitch of fingers dipping in and out of wet pussy. She glanced over at the barmaid, who was fixated on Lois' growing breasts, the veins now prominent beneath the skin. With her other hand, Maria groped her own breast, teasing the pierced nipple between two fingers.

Lois couldn't stand it any more. So focused was the barmaid on Lois' chest, she didn't see as the reporter's left hand crept over her hip, index finger gently pressing her joy buzzer.

"So you...like big breasts?" The reporter asked, hoping to keep Maria from noticing.

"I love them. I love massive milkers. I wish I could see you with tits as big as your head. Just...to see you barely able to stand, juggs weighing you down..." Maria was panting now, eyes focused only on Lois' breasts. The reporter could feel the weight of them now, and a kind of aching fullness in the sides...she wondered how much liquid had flowed into them already. Enough to go up a cup size? Two? It was so hard to tell...but Maria was still talking, a constant monologue of sexual fantasy.

"You've seen those pictures on the internet right? You must have. The women that get the really big implants. Like melons under their chest, hard and fake, skin stretched thin—so ugly, the shit they've stuff into their bodies, nipples these tiny bumps in pale circles, tits often so lopsided—or those fat woman, massive flabby titties that just hang down over their swollen bellies, gross as anything. But this is...I bet your tits are going to come out perfect. Look completely natural. Like a boob goddess come down among us mortals..."

Lois stifled a moan, rubbing her clit faster. The dirty talk was working. She knew exactly the kind of pictures Maria was talking about, those big bust models—Chelsea Charms, Maxi Mounds, Minka—all those women with ridiculous fake tits. The ones she had touched herself to, wondering what it would be like to be like them, to take that plunge beyond what was reasonable, to just go for the biggest boobs she could strap on her frame...and impossible, stupid, sexual fantasy, completely divorced from reality...

"I've got to see," Maria lifted the hand from her skirt, fingers wet, and stumbled behind Lois' head. The reporter barely noticed, lost in the reverie of her own finger, rubbing hard circles on her clit. "Got to see you get bigger."