orangeorc: “Hey, Jerry! Get another picture of me and Emily!” said Chad. Emily loo
orangeorc: “Hey, Jerry! Get another picture of me and Emily!” said Chad. Emily looked down at boyfriend from her imposing height of five foot ten. “Why do you want so many photos of us all of a sudden?” she asked. “I’m just really grateful we’re together, is all!” he said. Jerry rolled his eyes and lined up the shot. Chad gave Jerry a thumbs up. “Jerry, wait a second,” said Chad, smirking. “Oh… kay…” said Jerry. Nothing happened. “Oh, sorry,” said Emily. “I just hit you in the neck with my boobs…” “No problem!” said Chad. Emily shook her head, confused. “I’m sorry… I know I’ve had these big ‘ol DD-cups for years… I guess I just forgot they were there for a second…” “It’s fine!” said Chad. “Here, give me a kiss. Emily bent down from her towering height of 6′2″ and kissed Chad on the lips. Then she straightened up, with her chin just an inch higher than the top of Chad’s head… Jerry readjusted the camera. He thought he’d had it lined up just right, but he just now noticed he was cropping part of Emily’s head out of the frame. Easy mistake to make, seeing how Emily was six and a half feet tall and her breasts were at about the same height as Chad’s head… Jerry snapped the photo, despite some difficulty with the auto-focus. It kept zeroing in on Emily’s immense F-cup breasts instead of Chad’s face. “Is that good?” said Emily. “Hey, Jerry? Could you check the photo for me?” “Yeah. Sure,” said Jerry. He flicked back through his phone’s history. “Uh, sorry…” said Jerry. “I thought I had this photo lined up… but I cropped Emily’s head out by mistake…” Emily rolled her eyes at Jerry. “You always do that!” she said, annoyed. “I know I’m nearly seven feet tall… but you’ve known me for years! You still crop my head out of all the photos!” “Hey, don’t get mad babe!” said Chad, looking at the photo. “I mean, your tits look great!” Emily bent down to look at the photo. “Another terrific photo of my boobs…” she said, snidely. “Hey, go easy on Jerry. It’s really hard for him to shoot around those triple-G’s!” Emily straightened to her full height of seven feet and two inches. “Yeah… I guess… I mean, considering they’re higher than your head…it’d be hard to keep them out of the photo…” She looked around. “This carnival is lame. Why are we still here?” she asked. “I kind of like it…” said Chad. “But if you wanna go, we can go!” They turned to leave. Emily was seven feet and seven inches tall, so of course he couldn’t put his arm around Emily’s shoulder. Chad wrapped his arm around her midsection as they left the park together. Jerry scuttled after them. He knew he and Emily used to date… but if there was one person who loved giant woman and freakishly large tits more than Chad, it was Jerry… Emily was an amazon fetishist’s dream… had he really broken up with her to just ‘see other people?’ Of course people turned to stare at the giant woman leaving the park with her normal sized boyfriend, but Emily had been eight feet tall since she graduated high school. She was used to the staring. “This evening was lame,” complained Emily. “You better really make love to me when we get home.” “You bet!” said Chad, his arm wrapped around his eight and a half foot tall girlfriend’s waist. “I promise to titty-fuck you at least twice. I know how much you love that!” “I… do…” said Emily, thinking back. “It’s weird. No other woman I’ve ever talked to has even really enjoyed tit-fucking a guy… but it makes me cum like crazy, every time.” “You’re just lucky, Em.” “I guess. I mean, these triple-H-cup monstrosities of mine… it’s probably a good thing I enjoy getting titty-fucked because I’m such a natural at it.” “That vending machine,” said Jerry suddenly. “The one with the robot fortune teller in it…” Chad stopped in his tracks for a second. “What did you wish for? It gave you a ticket that said ‘your wish has been granted’ and you haven’t stopped smiling since.” “Oh, no, it’s… stupid…” said Chad. “Humor me,” said Jerry, not sure why this was suddenly important to him. Chad shrugged. “Okay. In high school, I had this fantasy I was superhero… ‘Retcon man.’” “Retcon man?” said Emily, perplexed. “That’s a weird name.” “Yeah. But he had the coolest power. See, he could change other people’s bodies. Like a shapeshifter, except he morphed other people.” “Okay, so why call himself ‘Retcon Man?’ Why not ‘plastic surgeon man?’” Chad was laughing awkwardly. “Oh, his power changed their memories too. So, like, he would use his powers to make the robbers too fat to run away, right? But the bank robbers wouldn’t be all, ‘oh no, he made us too fat!’ They’d wonder why they tried to run away on foot, because they’d think they’d always been fat!” “But what about when someone asks how they got so fat, and shows them a photo from before?” “Nope! That’s why it’s ‘Retcon Man!’ Everyone would remember the robbers just like before, except now they’d remember these guys had always been fat! The robbers would remember being fat kids…in all their photos of themselves, they would be fat, and they’d have all these new memories of getting teased and going on diets… and when they got home, their dresser would be full of plus-sized clothing.” “So he could change anyone’s body, just like that.” “Well, he could change other stuff. He could make someone shorter, taller…. prettier, uglier… older, younger… give them twenty-twenty vision, make them blind… change their taste around, so their favorite food tasted gross to them…” “Huh,” said Jerry. “What else could ‘Retcon Man’ change?” “Just a whole bunch of stuff,” said Chad, with a wink “He could even-” “Jenny, why are you interrogating my boyfriend right now? I really, really want to go home and get titty-fucked!” whined Emily. “That’s… 100% fair,” said Jenny, looking down at her own monstrous J-cups breasts. “God… I guess I’m jealous, because I haven’t been titty-fucked in forever.” “I just had a crazy idea,” said Chad, looking back and forth, from one nine-foot woman to the other. “Emily, you know how you and Jenny used to date?” “Yeah,” said Emily. “She was the only other person at college to be nearly ten feet tall. I don’t normally like other women… craving tit-fucks all the time as I do… but we just had so much in common.” “Yeah. Too much, really. We were both super-attracted to each other, but each just needed someone with a dick for tit-fucking.” “It must have something to do with being twelve feet tall. I have never met a normal sized woman who could have multiple orgasms from being fucked between the tits.” “So, you guys are already comfortable with each other in bed…” said Chad, wrapping one arm around each woman’s giant thigh. “Why don’t we make this a three-way?” “Yeah…” said Emily. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it!” “Chad, thank you! I haven’t been tit-fucked in ages! Thank you!” said Jenny. From her towering height of fifteen feet tall, she bent down, picked Chad up like a child, and squeezed him in a giant bear hug. He was instantly being smothering in the marshmallow heaven of her weather-balloon sized tits. “Hey, quit hogging!” said Emily, snatching Chad away, and growing to twenty feet tall. “Hey!” said Jenny, startled. “Bitch, you just got bigger!” “Duh,” said Emily, looking down at Jenny over her Volkwagon-sized tits, holding Chad under one arm. “I always get bigger when some other big-titted woman tries to take Chad from me. It’s a defense mechanism to assert ownership of his sweet, delicious peen.” She stepped forward, and pushed Jenny’s face into her massive bosom. After a split second of being smothered, Jenny rocketed upwards, 30 feet tall with breasts bigger than SUV’s. Her breasts grew so quickly they pushed Emily flat of her ass. Emily flattened some poor bastard’s Toyota, but managed to just barely avoid dropping Chad, who was laughing like a madman. Emily snarled up at Jenny, and as she did, she slowly grew bigger… her already huge butt thickened and plumped, making the car under her flatter and flatter and she grew bigger and bigger. Jenny, who’d been preparing to body slam Emily, had to pull back as a sitting Emily grew to eye-level with her. Emily grabbed Jenny in a bear-hug, once again tit-smothering her. “Uh-oh, ladies!” said Chad, pointing behind them. Jenny, who was thirty feet tall, and Emily, who was fifty feet tall both turned as a shadow fell across them. A 100-foot woman with tits nearly as big as Jenny was was looming over them. “I don’t know who you bitches are…” she growled down at them. “But that sexy man you’re fighting for checked me out earlier… and when I saw him again just now, I realized I wanted him so badly I started growing to claim him.” “Well, naturally,” said Jenny. “Chad’s the sexiest guy ever. Of course you’d want to grow bigger and take him from us!” Jenny and Emily exploded upwards, and a three way wresting match ensued between the 100 foot tall amazons… Dozens of cars were flattened, and the earth shook as people ran screaming from the parking lot… until Chad’s Buick honked. “Ladies! Let’s go!” said Chad, leaning out the driver’s side window. “There’s plenty of Chad peen to titty-fuck all three of you! Let’s just get home first!” The three six-foot-tall ladies got up, apologized to each other, and got in the car. “My name’s Katie!” said the new girl. “I know. We’ve been a poly-amorous foursome for years now,” said Chad as they were pulling out of the lot. Jenny looked over her shoulder. “We kind of made a mess back there,” she said, looking back at the parking lot full of flattened cars. “I hope the cops don’t catch up to us and ask for an explanation.” Chad shrugged. “If any cops catch us they’ll probably just want to join in the marathon fuck fest we’re going to have when we get home.” “But what if the cop’s a dude?” “Or a woman, with ordinary sized breasts who doesn’t enjoy tit-fucking?” “We’ll be fine,” said Chad confidently. “Someone order pizza so it’ll arrive when we get home.” “Domino’s!” said Jenny, suddenly hungry. “Oh, Domino’s sounds good,” said Emily. “I have Celiac’s disease. Can we get gluten-free?” asked Katie. She suddenly smacked her lips, like she was tasting the inside of her mouth. “I don’t know why I said that. I don’t have a single food allergy. In fact, pizza’s one me. Is anyone else craving anchovies all of a sudden?” “Yeah,” said Jenny and Emily. “I love anchovies!” said Chad. “Why don’t you ladies compare breasts until we get home? Whoever’s biggest gets titty-fucked first!” There was an instant shuffling from the backseat as the three women went chest-to-chest for the privilege of fucking Chad first. Chad heard the tell-tall sounds of fabric stretching as all three women started slowly growing and expanding for Chad’s affection… “Retcon man away…” said Chad to himself. -- source link
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