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My Best Friend Julie by Byrne

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My Best Friend Julie

by Byrne

Part I

Julie was my best friend during high school, probably because we were both in athletics and academics, which narrows down ones peer group considerably at that age. The academics sneered at our athletic endeavors, and of course the athletes sneered at our academics. It's not that we were amazing in either, we just enjoyed both worlds. But apparently, both worlds did not enjoy us, hence our friendship. Looking back at it all, it was pretty silly; but hey, such is high school.

The sport of choice was basketball and track - though Julie was the true year-round athlete since she also did volleyball. We were both fairly reasonable talents in sports, leading to selections on all-league teams. I had to work for it, but Julie, who stood 5' 9", had no trouble getting on such teams for no other virtue than height alone. I have to admit, she was fun to watch during the games. I noticed her legs were slightly longer than other girls her height. And when she ran she possessed a certain loping quality which struck me as quite graceful during her long strides down the court. Her legs went on down to feet which seemed a little bigger than other women's. Her hands were also a bit on the big side. She could almost palm a women's basketball.

Julie also had wider shoulders than most other girls, sort of like an Elle MacPherson. This is not to say she looked like Elle, however, for in reality her face was rather plain though even-featured. Julie's best feature was probably her hair, just longer than shoulder length, very thick, and while not exactly curly, not exactly straight either. Her hair was surprisingly dark given her somewhat fair complexion. Of course, we didn't exactly live in the tropics. I'm sure she could've gotten a very nice tan. In all, she was just slightly bigger in all areas than a 'normal' woman. In actuality, she was a beautiful young woman that I should have gone for immediately; but of course at that age no-one really knows what they have anyway.

Besides, for all her athletic ability - probably *because* of her athletic ability - she was totally flat-chested, and that bothered her to no end. At that age, breasts were definitely on my mind. Yes, in retrospect that was very shallow: but since she saw it as a shortcoming, it rubbed off on me too, I guess. Hence, while we were the best of friends, we were not intimate. Besides, I wasn't her ideal man either - she was looking for tall, dark and handsome. I had the tall part down, but as for the rest, well...! Such was our status. Go figure.

During the middle of our Senior year of school, football and volleyball had ended and basketball was just beginning. I remember it was the second 'pre-league' game against some other school. Our team was looking good, and Julie was chosen as one of the pre-season 'stars to watch' by the local newspapers. Well, obviously the other team had been reading the same newspapers (see, jocks can read too), and were all too eager to prevent Julie from doing anything. If it were legal, they would have been in her shirt; as it was she was being massaged heavily. After a quarter of very rough play, Julie got the ball in the clear on a fast break. She kicked it into high gear, which translated into her long, loping stride - and I swear I heard a few 'oooos' at the time-- on her way to the basket.

As she was going up for the layup, she failed to notice an opposing player, who had put her head down and was running full speed, totally out of control. As Julie was shooting, the other girl attempted to block the shot. She missed the ball, but managed a full body block against Julie. Hockey players should be so vicious! Totally off balance, Julie went horizontal, looking like a long, graceful swan descending in flight, and then crashed into the bleachers, which were much too close to the court, head-first. That brought out lots of 'oooh, ouch's from the crowd. These things happen sometimes, but this time was different because Julie wasn't getting up. In fact, she was out cold, unconscious. Of course nobody knows exactly what to do in that situation, but at least someone called 911 and an ambulance showed up promptly. She was out for a good ten minutes, then started to come to just before the paramedics arrived. I had come down the stands and was by her side. It was horrible to see, my best friend in such pain.

I rode in the ambulance with her to the hospital. Once there, they strapped her up to all sorts of stuff monitoring brainwaves, heartbeat, and whatever else modern medicine looks after. I'd never been to an emergency room before - well, aside from being born - and out of the chaos came a few orderlies, who relayed to the nurses, who relayed to the doctors. I do believe there was method in it. A doctor looked at Julie and assigned her to a room. She was very groggy, and the doctors said they would have to keep her overnight for monitoring, but it looked like everything would be OK. She asked me if she scored on the play. I lied and told her 'yes.' Then I told her she needed some rest, and that I'd see her tomorrow morning. She sort of nodded, and then was out like a light.

The next morning I arrived at her room to find her family there with her. Julie was holding court for everyone, telling *exactly* what had happened while she ate breakfast. I asked her how she was doing as she wolfed down a pancake.

"Fine," she said. "I'm just really hungry - guess I missed dinner last night."

"Yeah, I guess you did. I think you should concentrate on getting a full meal instead of these wacky diet plans next time."

Everyone seemed to like that one, including Julie, who chuckled as she finished off the last of her meal.

"Would it be all right if I got *one* more order of breakfast, please?" Julie asked. "I'm still kind of hungry."

"Another one?" exclaimed her father. "That would be your fourth helping this morning; and at hospital prices? Do you think you could wait 'til we get home?"

"Yeah, OK. Let's blow this joint." Julie did have a way of being succinct.

Everything looked like it would be just fine - the aura of invincibility one feels in high school had been restored. I accompanied Julie back to her home, and we talked for a while about stuff. You know - this, that and the other kind of stuff: 'do you think he likes me?' Or, in my case, 'do you think she likes me?'

Apparently she was going to be home for a couple of days until the weekend - just in case. Then guess what, Christmas vacation started. Some people had all the luck. Me on the other had, I had to go to another part of the State as our team was participating in a Jamboree.

"Promise me you'll give Jerry Oliphant an elbow during practice. For me," said Julie, mockingly fluttering her eyes.

"What'd he do, call you a dirty name?" I retorted. I didn't really want to elbow Jerry. His last name sounded a lot like a particular animal that Jerry seemed to emulate quite nicely. I had no desire to be squashed into a gob of goo, not even for Julie.

"What's-a-matter, big boy? Afraid of a little Oliphant?" I stood up and gesticulated grandly. "I, my dear, am rather proud to be not a man, but a mouse." She threw a pillow at me. "Wimp!"

"Questioning my manhood, huh? Ok, that's it! You and me, one-on-one, in the driveway." I pointed out the window to the hoop.

Her eyes went to the floor. "I'm not supposed to for another week. Doc said I took a pretty good hit to the head; I got to take it easy." She let out a deep breath. This was going to be a hard week for her, given how much she enjoyed activity.

"How could anything hurt that noggin?" I teased.

"Warren," she moaned. Whoops, guess she was still a little sensitive about it all. I hung around her for most of the day. She seemed to be in pretty good spirits. I told her I'd bring back a souvenir from our exotic locale.

"Great, earmuffs made of chipmunk pelts, just what I need." I liked her sense of humor. Well, we didn't play very well, and it wasn't very much fun, and the coach was a jerk. Sort of one of those times which makes you wonder why you're playing ball in the first place. But oh well, what's a week in one's life? The rest of the season would be better.

I gave Julie a call when I got back to see how she was doing.

"Hey Julie, how you doing?"

"Um, OK."

'Um, OK?' That seemed less than inspiring. She said she wasn't feeling sick or anything, just kind of weird. I asked her what kind of weird. She said she couldn't really describe it, but it was bugging her, and wondered if I could come over so she could talk to someone. I wondered why she wasn't talking to her parents if it was something weird, but I figured she probably had her reasons.

I walked over to her place, said 'Hi' to the parents, and went into the kitchen, where she was eating a hamburger.

"Hey Julie, what's up?" She finished it off with an alarmingly big bite.

"Hey Warren." Julie looked at me intently for a moment. "Do I look any different to you?" She hopped off a stool and stood up, then twirled around. She had on a pair of tight, hip-hugging jeans, and a T-shirt which showed off her body to just the right effect. In other words, she was looking very nice. Which is what I told her. I must have been a bit too emphatic for she had a bit of a quizzical look on her face, but that passed and soon we were talking about stuff as usual. We thought we'd go to a movie to kill the night. We got up to go and something struck me as odd, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

The days went by, and Christmas vacation was almost over, which meant that basketball practice was just about to begin. We decided we would get a head start and practice the night before. Besides, Julie mentioned she had eaten waayyy too much over break and needed to run off a few calories. We decided to go down to the gym to shoot around a bit. I picked her up at her house and we were off. When we got to the gym, it was very cold and we had a bit of ground to cover to get to the door - so we ran for it. I got to the door first, just ahead of Julie. I turned around and saw her come up behind me. Again, something struck me as odd. But this time I figured it out.

"Julie, you're bouncing!"

She grinned. "Finally you noticed. About time - here I was, wiggling my butt off this whole time. I pigged out so much over Christmas break, I *better* have some boobs. Now let's get inside; I gotta work this off."

I have to admit, I briefly considered barring her entry, but I wanted to work out too. We went in and started warming up, shooting around, dribbling around, doing what basketball players do. After a while, I took off my sweats and Julie did the same. That was when I noticed that whatever fat she was talking about certainly wasn't on her legs.

I told her she looked just fine to me, but she said she had gained 10 pounds over the break, so she knew she had something to work off somewhere. Julie started doing some sprints, running hard, working hard, that long loping gait was there, only somehow different. I looked at her as she ran. More specifically, I looked at her sweat top, which she hadn't taken off. The was a little bit more than just 'something' bouncing around in there. I think she caught me looking and let out a little grin as she concentrated on her running.

I remember thinking 'wow'. I know she told me once that she was a 38A, which meant she was all rib-cage and no boobs (she was kind of a big girl, after all). Well, she was no longer an A; she was maybe a C, maybe not quite that big.

I ran for a while as well, then went back to shooting. Soon she joined me. Eventually she shot a total brick which caromed off the rim, down the sideline, and then died on the floor. Julie ran over to the ball, reached down and picked it up with one hand. She palmed it. Palmed it?

"I thought you couldn't palm a basketball?" I said.

"I didn't think so either until last night I was playing around, and guess what. I've been doing some hand exercises. I think it's made my hands stronger. And look, see?" She held the ball out away from her. She started waving it around when it slipped out.

"Well, I can't totally palm it, but not bad, huh?"

Not bad, huh was right. I'd have to start doing some hand strength work myself, I thought. We finished shooting around and called it a night. The next few days meant basketball practice, then Julie was going off with her family to their cabin to celebrate New Year's. The week after, it was back to school and back to life.

When we returned, I guessed Julie was making a fashion statement because she started sporting a whole new wardrobe. Looked like she was going for the baggy look. I had been seeing her almost every day over break, except for when she went off with her parents for New Year's. As I saw her in the halls with everyone else around, again something struck me as being different. She looked ... taller. I figured she probably got a new pair of b-ball shoes that had some extra lift in them.

That first week back was like it always is, the first week back. Finally Friday came and it was time to play ball. I didn't have a game until Saturday due to some scheduling quirk, so I went to watch Julie play. This time something was different, and I wasn't the only one who noticed. During the warm-ups, as Julie was running around, she was really bouncing around under what looked like a sports bra. I heard some other people in the stands mentioning that it looked like Julie had done some growing over Christmas break. I even heard a couple of kids making fun of her -'Woah, dude, check her out!' - pointing at her and all. I gave 'em a dirty look to shut them up, then settled down to watch the action.

During the game things seemed a bit different as well. She seemed to do better at grabbing rebounds, and was shooting very well. The other thing she was doing was bouncing and flopping around quite a bit, in the chest area. I'd have to say, from my own objective eye, that her boobs looked as big as any girl's in school, except for Wendy Singleton, who everyone felt sorry for since she was so huge. 34G, somebody said she was. *I* didn't feel sorry for her. I liked Wendy!

Then Julie did something that made me take notice; something that I knew was definitely different: she grabbed a rebound, then held it away from the opposing player with ONE HAND. What she could almost do last week, she was now doing easily - palming the ball with one hand and waving it around. I knew I would have to ask her about this after the game.

Eventually, our school won the game, mainly due to the career night Julie had, both in points and rebounds. I hung around afterwards, as was my custom, so we could talk about the game and what we could have done better. Julie came out of the locker room in a baggy sweater. It didn't work with me, however; I had just seen her in a basketball outfit. I *knew* she had boobs now!

"Julie," I said, "you've, uh, changed."

"Yeah, tell me about it. Guess I didn't quite work it all off, huh? C'mon, let's get some food. I'm starving."

It was at this point that I noticed she was definitely taller. Whereas before I could easily see over her head, now there seemed to be some hair in the way.

We went to a burger joint. I got a quarter pounder with cheese. Julie got TWO quarter pounders with cheese.

"OK, what's up," I asked. Julie had just grabbed a huge handful of fries and stuffed them in her mouth.

"That was a *huge* bite," I said, somewhat startled. Julie looked like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. She froze for a second, gave me a look like 'Yeah, wasn't it though', then proceeded to chew her food while breaking out into a smile. I was almost expecting the start of a 'want to see something gross' contest, but thankfully, after much chewing, Julie swallowed. She took a drink of cola and told me what was up.

"Well, according to my doctor, I'm going through puberty again. Weird huh?" she said, as she devoured one of her cheeseburgers. I could tell she was slightly uncomfortable about things.

"Remember after you got back from the Jamboree and I said I was feeling kind of weird? Well, I kind of noticed the next day that my pants were kind of tight, my shoes didn't quite seem to fit, and my bra didn't fit anymore. I thought my stuff just must have shrunk in the wash, but my shoes? Then when I went to the store to get some new things, my sizes were different. So the day after that, Mom and I went back to the doctor, who referred us to a specialist - which is where we REALLY were during New Year's."

She inspected the inside of her burger, slammed it shut with an air of decision and took a huge bite. I waited for Julie to finish her food. I tried to grab a french fry from her, but she slapped my hand away. It was a while before she continued.

"Anyway, he said I have the hormone levels of a kid just starting puberty, which is why I've been so hungry - I'm eating to fuel a growth spurt right now. And not just up, apparently", she said as her eyes looked down to her chest. "Believe it or not but I'm a D-cup now! A *D-cup*, me! Can you believe it!? Weird huh?"

She stared at her new-found bosom for a bit, then turned reflective. "I remember so many times I wished I had boobs. I thought I'd never have 'em, but look at me now. Kaboing!" She had her hands out in front of her chest to emphasize the effect. I didn't think it needed any more emphasizing.

Julie smiled, put her arms out and wiggled her shoulders. Even under that loose sweater it was easy to see she had boobs flopping about. It almost looked like she wanted to put on a show. I did some quick math; four cup sizes in four weeks. Zowie! She pulled her arms back in. Her nose crinkled in mild discomfort.

Julie bent down a bit and proceeded with a slightly hushed tone. "They kind of hurt a little bit." She paused for a second, looking at me, as if deciding what to say next. She cupped her hands around her lips and whispered, "I think it's 'cause they're growing so fast." My dick heard that before my ears did. I shifted my seating position, straightening out a leg.

"I thought I was gonna die during the game. That one big girl kept elbowing me right in the chest. God, that hurt. I wanted to turn around and punch her in the boobs; ask how her she liked that." Julie took another bite of her burger. Chomp. No more burger. "I think they've stopped, though." She looked down at them again. She didn't seem too convinced with what she had just said. A touch of concern came across her face. "If they get any bigger, I don't know if I'll be able to play basketball any more." She reached back and adjusted her sports bra.

"It's not just my boobs, though. My knees kind of hurt." She continued, changing the topic slightly. "The Doctor said it looked like growing pains. Warren, would you believe I'm 5' 10" now. Actually, 5' 10" 1/4 as of this morning. I'm like an inch and a quarter taller. I wondered were those pounds were going. Guess they were going to the 'new me'." Julie shrugged her shoulders and killed her drink.

"Wow," I said, as I slid down in my seat. I didn't know what to say, except "So, how long are you gonna go through this 'second puberty' thing?"

"The doctor said it was just a little abnormality that's probably just about done. I guess I'm not the first person to experience something like this. It usually lasts about a month or so, and then it's gone." Her faced brightened; I saw a twinkle in her almond eyes. "And then you've got a new bod. The new me. Tada." She gave me a big smile. She seemed genuinely happy. I knew Julie's body had bugged her ever since she started worrying about it. Now, it didn't look like she would have to worry anymore.

"That's got to be a weird feeling," I said, feeling a little weird myself.

"Yeah," she said, eyes off in the distance, "it kind of is." She was lost in thought for a second - I wondered what she was thinking - then snapped back to attention and looked at me. "You want anything else to eat? I'm gonna get another burger."

She hopped up and went to went to the counter. I watched her from behind with, for the first time, a lustful eye. It was obvious it wasn't just Julie's boobs that were filling out, so were her hips and butt. When she walked now, that long, loping stride was accentuating some new curves. She seemed to have a new litheness in her saunter. For the first time my thoughts about Julie were not merely platonic.

It was kind of warm in the restaurant. Given that, and the fact she was still warm from the physical exertions , she had the bottom of her baggy sweater in her hands and was fanning herself. During one of her fan cycles, I got a look at her waist. She had on a T-shirt tucked into her jeans. Maybe it was due to her new hips, but for the life of me it seemed that her waist was narrower. I was beginning to wonder what her measurements were. A lot had been happening these last few weeks. She got her order and came back - two more cheeseburgers.

"So, what do you want to do this weekend?" I asked. "There's that new Tom Hanks movie out. Want to see it tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I do want to see it, but could we make it on Sunday? *I* have a date tomorrow night," she beamed. I was starting to dread the answer to my next question.

"No kidding, who with?"

"Paul Vittorio!" Oh shit, Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome personified. I do believe I felt a twinge of jealousy.

"Great, you've had the hots for him for years." I was wincing inside.

"Yeah, he asked me out after gym class. I didn't even think he knew I was alive." Well, Paul may not have been the smartest guy, but I had to give him credit for his powers of observation. But Julie and Paul? Paul Vittorio?!?

"Great," I lied. This was weird. The person I had known so well for the last seven years, who I had done everything with, was now going to do something different. I tried to tell myself I should be happy for Julie; and I think I was, a little. But I just didn't want anything to change between us. I told her all about the crushes I had on people, and she did likewise. We would work out at various sports together, usually basketball. We even helped each other out with our classes: she being better in English, and myself being better in Mathematics. I still remember the time I didn't know the name of a Russian author, and Julie, seeing my dilemma, had covered her mouth with her hand and coughed out "Zohllll-zeh-kneee-chen." She was cool. Things do change, though: Julie was now living proof of that.

I moped around the next evening, discouraged by yesterdays events. I tried to read for a while, watched a little TV - Saturday night has NOTHING to offer on TV - played around a bit on the computer, but time was still dragging on. Finally I went to bed around 11:30 or so. It was just around midnight or so when I heard a 'clink' against my window.

'Clink.' There it was again. I got up and looked out. Down below was Julie. Something was wrong. It looked like she had been crying. Usually she didn't wear much makeup, but tonight dark streaks were running down her cheeks almost like a clown. only there was no levity in the air. She had her arms wrapped around her, like she was either covering something up, was very cold, or had been hurt. Dark thoughts were going through my head.

I put on a robe and ran downstairs. She was at the door and shaking slightly. When I got her inside I understood why her arms were folded; her sweater was stretched and missing several buttons. Her blouse had suffered from the some treatment, and had a rip just below the collar. I noticed she had quite a bit of cleavage showing among the missing buttons and the rip; and then cursed myself for thinking like that when my friend was in need. It looked like someone had attacked her. I think I had an idea who. We went into the living room and sat down on the couch. My folks had gone to the city tonight to see a Broadway musical, and were making a romantic evening of it. They wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

"Are you OK?" I asked, concerned.

Julie just sat there for a moment. She turned her head and looked at me. "Please hold me." And then she put her head against my chest, not really crying - too sad to cry - but heaving a bit. I put my arms around her and we sat there like that for what seemed like an hour. I felt her against me, and though I honestly tried not to, I found myself thinking about her body.

I could feel her breasts pressing on my waist; they were certainly large now. I felt her shoulders against my rib-cage, her arms around me. Again I cursed myself for thinking this way at a time like this, but I couldn't help getting an erection. My robe was already tented up in that area just from how we were sitting, so I don't think Julie noticed, thank God; but I'm sure my breathing sounded a little funny.

After a while, I finally said, "I'm sorry, Julie; are you OK?"

She pulled her head up. "Yeah, I'm OK," she said, as she began to wipe off some of her mascara with her hand. "I guess my *date* didn't quite turn out like I expected. Look at me, all dressed up and made up. And what for? For that shithead. I'm some kind of idiot. I mean, God damn it." Her eyes looked off in the distance.

"What happened? Want to talk about it?"

She drew herself up and took in a deep breath. Brushing some hair from her eyes she nodded. While her eyes had some sadness, they also had a certain fire in them - the kind of fire that I always admired in her. She started. "We went out to eat at Lorios."

Nicest place in town. Very expensive if I remember-I'd only been there once, and I didn't have to pay.

"We talked for a while and it was OK, but he kept on looking at my boobs. And after a while it seemed like he wasn't really talking *to* me. I mean, of course he was talking, but it was more like he was trying to be charming rather than actually holding a conversation; know what I mean? "I knew what she meant. I've tried to do the same thing once or twice, with limited success. "Finally all his staring was getting to me so I went to the bathroom for a breather. Well, I looked in the mirror and found out why he was staring - this blouse. I love this blouse; it's my favorite one. But I got it before I got *these*."

She looked down at her breasts, which were not really being contained by either her blouse or her bra. They were overflowing her bra cups. I must have looked a bit too intently, for she quickly crossed her arms again and closed things up. I silently kicked myself. She looked deep in thought for a second - as if surprised by something - then continued.

"Well, anyway, I'd had about enough, so I told him I was kind of tired and wanted to go home. He seemed kind of pissed, but then said 'OK'. Well, he didn't take me straight home. He stopped at Clyde Hill and then said 'hey bitch, I just spent 75 bucks on you, and you just wanna go home? C'mon, show me your tits.'"

"I said 'No', but he wouldn't listen to me. He reached over and grabbed my sweater and started pulling and yanking saying 'c'mon baby, show me what you got. It'll be fun.' I tried to fight him off but he got ahold of my blouse and ripped it up here." She pointed to her collar. "I started getting hysterical at this point. I thought I really might be in trouble, and I probably was. I just started kicking and screaming and I think I got in a good blow on the asshole cause he crunched up at the gut; and I got out of that fucking car and ran and ran and ran." Julie was reliving the moment a bit as she became more and more animated.

"Fucking ASSHOLE" She started crying again. I held her a while longer, but it was getting late. I told her I'd give her a ride home, but she said she didn't want to be alone tonight.

"Could I stay with you tonight? You stay on your side and I'll stay on mine? Please. I don't want to be alone."

It actually wasn't that unusual a request. But somehow it seemed a bit more unusual tonight. "Yeah, sure. Mom and Dad are gone for the night. I'll get my sleeping bag. C'mon." We went up to my room. I pulled out my sleeping bag, crawled in, and took the left side of the bed. Julie got under the covers on the right side. She rolled over on her side.

"Ah, oompf," she winced.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's these fucking boobs, they hurt so bad right now. I can't even put any weight on 'em. I think I'm ready for all this stuff to be over with."

Amen to that, I was ready to continue on with my best friend like it was, and hope tonight was just a hiccup. We lay back-to-back. We'd done this kind of thing before, but tonight felt different. I didn't get to sleep for a long time.

The morning light woke me up. I must have turned over during the night because now I was facing Julie, or at least would have been facing Julie, for she was standing up in front of the mirror. She'd just gotten up, which probably woke me. I lay there completely still, looking like I was still sleeping, but keeping one eye half open to watch.

She looked back at me briefly, checking to see if I was still sleeping probably, and then turned back to the mirror. She had taken off her tattered blouse during the night and now just had her bra on. She might just as well have taken her bra off as well, because her breasts were just about overwhelming it. I remembered the vision last night how they seemed to be slightly swelling out beyond the confines of her bra cups. Well, now they weren't just swelling slightly, it was *obvious* they didn't fit now. She looked at them quizzically for a bit.

Then she poked her finger to her right breast and twitched and winced in pain. It looked like her boobs were still very painful. Then she started to take off her bra, very gently so it wouldn't hurt too bad. The back clasps were undone, but her bra was still hanging on her chest. She took it off and held it in her hand, then stood in front of the mirror just looking at herself.

At this point I had a raging hard-on. No, it wasn't an erection, that's much too polite. This was a hard-on that was letting himself be known. I could feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding, but I still had to seem like I was sleeping. I didn't want Julie to know about this, especially after last night. As I watched Julie in front of the mirror, I concentrated in keeping my breathing regular. What was causing this uncomfortable yet exhilarating flow of blood? Julie's body, which was undergoing some dramatic changes.

She still had her jeans on, but they were looking very tight, very form-fitting. Even more surprising was they didn't seem quite long enough - they were stopping right at her ankles. Certainly not a fashion faux-pas, but Julie really needed a bit more hemline. I could see her calves pressing against the back of her pant-leg, and higher up, her hamstring was noticeable as well. It didn't seem like she was amazingly muscular or anything, just that she had a really tight pair of jeans on. I moved on up to her butt. Julie now had a perfect butt - heart-shaped and full - really giving the denim a run for the money.

As for her waist, it was a bit surprising. I noticed that, as tight as her jeans seemed, about her legs and butt, they were actually a bit loose around the waist, by about an inch. Julie was sporting some amazing curves. I could guess at the exact measurements, but it was obvious there was at least a foot of difference between her hips and her waist, and judging by the looseness around the waist, probably more. Yes, I was sure it was more. More like 13 to 14 inches. From her waist, it was like following a 'V' up to her wide shoulders - they seemed as wide as her hips. She had the foundation of quite an hourglass figure.

Of course, once you have a good foundation, one can start building big things, and that's exactly what Julie's body was doing. Or, more to the point, her breasts. Julie had mentioned on Friday how she didn't think she be able to play ball anymore if her boobs got any bigger. Well, it was Sunday morning, and her boobs were now officially bigger. At least a cup size bigger. She put her hands underneath them. They didn't hang down very far, rather they seemed extremely full and swollen - almost like she was nursing.

Likewise her nipples were quite large and semi-erect from the cool morning - when those got fully erect I was thinking she'd need a nursing bra to hide them. The image of Karen Price popped into my head. That's what her areolae and nipples reminded me of. Only Julie was larger, both in stature and in breast size. They were amazingly full, just wider than her chest.

She bounced her hands, causing her breasts to jiggle and her face to crinkle in pain again. She had a look of surprise on her face, but as she ran her hands over her breasts, slowly from top to bottom, ever so gently caressing them, I saw a fleeting look of what I can only describe as ... well, as pleasure. I can still remember it, frozen as just a moment in time. Then a look of concern. Her brows furrowed as she shook her broad shoulders. Whereas a month earlier, nothing much would have happened, now there was a whole lot of shaking going on. Again, her face scrunched up briefly. I felt kind of bad for the pain she must have been experiencing.

She turned around and looked back at me. I thought she must have noticed my spying, but no, she just had a curious, almost quizzical look on her face as she looked at me. Not like she was mad at me, or like she had caught me in something, but something else - something that looked a little goofy, but nice. She went over to my dresser and pulled out a T-shirt - an extra large. She put it on. It was a Duke University shirt from their glory days, with the 'Duke' positioned above the 'University,' about halfway down her chest. I mention that because I noticed her right nipple was poking out in the upper part of the open area of the 'D', and her left one was poking out in the open area of the 'e.' My old Duke shirt never looked so good.

Julie grabbed her things, and made for the door. Just before she closed my door, she looked at me again. She brought her hand to her lip and began what looked like a kissing motion, like she was going to blow me a kiss, but then stopped in mid-motion with at first a slightly confused look on her face, then, with her eyes looking at me, with a smile. For the first time, I thought Julie looked beautiful, in that moment before she left - then the door closed.

My heart was doing some funny things to me. I wanted to put my arms around her again. But I also realized I had to relieve myself, and fast. I didn't see her the rest of that day, but we talked later that night. She said she was much better now, over the other night, and that she definitely wouldn't give the time of day to Paul ever again. I told her he was lucky she didn't go after him, legally speaking, of course. She said she just wanted to put it behind her. She also said something else.

"I think I might have to quit the basketball team"

"What? Why? You love basketball?"

"Yeah, I do. But my boobs. They really hurt. I was shooting around in the driveway today and I had to stop - it was too painful."

"Well, can't you just get a sports bra or something?"

There was a pause.

"Um. I went out shopping today; I couldn't find one big enough." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm kind of big now."

I tried to imagine. I wondered if she was already bigger than this morning - could that be possible? My dick stirred. I remembered the vision from this morning. "Oh," I said, somewhat at a loss for words. She laid another bombshell on me.

"I'm not going to be at school this week. Mom and I are going to see an endocrine specialist and see how much longer this is going to last. Warren?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to get any bigger, Warren. I don't want to. Ouch" She must have hit her boobs.

I began to get a little worried. After all, if this kept up, she'd be the size of Wendy Singleton soon.

"Don't worry," I said, "your breasts aren't going to grow out of control. I'm sure they're just about done. I mean, how big can breasts get, anyway? "

There was another pause, slightly longer than the first.

"That's what we're going to ask the doctor," she said.

I could tell she was a little nervous. I tried to reassure her as best I could. I didn't like to see, or in this case hear, my best friend nervous, but I didn't know what I could do. Eventually I got her to laugh a couple of times.

"Thanks," she said. "For everything."

"See you in a week," I said. "Good luck."

"You know, when I get back I'm gonna dunk in your face, homeboy", she laughed. I never recalled that happening during our one-on-one games, but it was good to hear her laugh.

"In your dreams," I said sarcastically.

"Hey, give Jerry an elbow right in the gut for me."

"Hmm, you know, I just might." I knew I'd be thinking of Julie all week.

 Huh, what's that, babe? I'm just typing a story, that's all. Or else what? Ah, I see ...

Dear readers, I gotta go now, the Missus has got something big waiting for me.

End of Part I.

 

MY BEST FRIEND JULIE

by Byrne

Part II

Well dear readers, the Missus is feeding the kids at the moment. She should be busy for a while; so where were we?

Ah Yes...

As I said, I thought I'd be thinking of Julie all week, and I did. I imagined what it must be like for her with a doctor poking and prodding her, trying to ascertain why her body was doing what it was doing. I had this picture in my mind of Julie being some kind of guinea pig for an out-of-control medical system. I didn't like that kind of image. I don't know why, but I wanted to be there - protect her, in some odd sort of way. I didn't quite understand it-why would I have to protect her from doctors. I don't know, it's just what I was feeling.

I made it through the week with no big events. I have to admit I never did give Jerry that elbow - guess valor still has its limits. But it was nice to know that tomorrow Julie would be back. I actually missed her, which is to say she had been gone before, but I knew she was coming back and no big deal, whatever. But this time seemed a little different - like I *had* to see her almost. I kind of got that feeling with a former girlfriend of mine, once, before she dumped me.

Hmmm. I was starting to wonder, Julie as my girlfriend? What if she said no? God, I'd ruin everything. We couldn't hang out or do anything afterwards. Too risky, I decided.

That night, though, I had a dream. I dreamt of Julie. I'd had dreams with Julie in them before. Usually we would be outside, running. Not running from anything; we weren't being chased. It was more like we were together in a forest, floating over hills and dales, never really touching the green carpet, but somehow moving through it. Never getting dirty, or wet, or tired. Just running. And laughing. I always enjoyed it when I had that dream. But this one was not like the others. I could hear Julie crying from behind a large door, white as a fresh snowfall. Somehow the door was located in a very dark mass of vines and brush. Their outlines were a little hazy but the door was sharp in its contours, almost blinding in its brilliance. I pushed on it. It resisted at first, then slowly opened.

Julie was inside. Everything was the whitest of whites, almost blinding, except for Julie, who sat there on a white bed, cross-legged. Julie had my Duke shirt on. Her dark hair fell on either side of her wide shoulders, in stark contrast to the light around her. She was looking straight ahead, at nothing in particular-there was nothing ahead of her to see. It didn't seem like she had noticed me yet. I called out her name. "Julie?" It was an odd voice - distorted and slow. Somehow, Julie came to life, not that she was wasn't alive beforehand, but it seemed like color filled her cheeks, her skin became radiant. Her eyes filled with ... something. I don't know what it was exactly, and I can't say what it was that changed, or tipped me off. But it was like her eyes were being filled with an energy: not like a glowing, but like a twinkle. She turned her head and faced me.

"Warren," she said with a measured pace, with a sort of crystal clarity that was both powerful, yet soothing, "I don't want to grow anymore, Warren. Please make them stop." She looked to be on the verge of tears - like she was frightened. But she wasn't frightened (for lack of a better word), or at least it wasn't a look of foreboding, rather it almost seemed the reaction to a curtain, drawn close for many years, hiding something in its shroud, being raised. I don't know, curiosity? Expectation? A touch of excitement? My eyes wandered down from hers. I couldn't help but notice that the T-shirt seemed to be accentuating her form. I'm sure I must have been staring, but Julie didn't seem to mind, and neither did I.

The collar hung loose around her neck, loose enough that at the very bottom of the opening, I could make out slight swelling - the base of her breasts were just visible; expanding and contracting their outlines with the motion of her breathing, rising and falling. From there the T-shirt swelled outward; the letters 'Duke' looked much more like a collection of letters than a word. It wasn't just how far in front of her Julie's breasts projected; presenting themselves, literally casting a shadow over her waist, it was also their fullness. I've seen pictures of engorged women releasing milk from their breasts to relieve the pressure, and that was how they looked as they strained against the shirt's cotton fabric, like Julie too was experiencing such pressure, begging to be alleviated. I couldn't help but imagine her skin almost taut underneath.

Her nipples were making their presence known, obviously protruding, still in the 'D' and the 'e.' She wasn't wearing a bra. It wouldn't have mattered. They were poking out with a force that left nothing to the imagination - two, three inches? It seemed like you could almost make out the openings through which milk could flow. I could feel my lips quiver and my mouth go slightly dry at the sight of them. From Julie's nipples, her breasts continued in great, rounded swells, like the surface of a ball, stretching my shirt to its limits, so tight you could see the light reflecting off it, accentuating their breadth. I wanted to nestle into that swell. I felt if I did it would yield the greatest comfort, like everything in the world would be OK. I wanted to feel their suppleness, their malleability and warmth; I wanted to feel her breast-flesh against my skin. I wanted to smell them, taste them. Our eyes met again. She adjusted her position slightly, pulling her legs in closer; twisting her body around so that she faced me. The movement caused a certain undulating motion underneath that T-shirt, like the movement of a waterbed underneath the covers. We were now facing each other. We looked into each other's eyes for a second. My heart began beating a little faster.

A brief smile flitted across Julie's face, but then folded into a look of amazement as her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened, forming a silent 'Oh'. She held my gaze for an instant, then looked down at her chest. Her nipples began to expand. I could see them extending, shaping the cotton like a circus tent being raised. At the same time, the lettering was getting harder and harder to read. 'D u k e' looked like it was both growing wider and swelling outwards. Cracks started forming in the blue lettering. Cleavage began showing in the open collar. The collar stretched. More cleavage. It started getting deeper, her breasts beginning to push out through the opening. I spotted two semi-circles appear just at her armpit, then slowly grow outward as if being inflated - it looked like a balloon being inflated while a string was tied around its middle.

Julie's breasts were spilling out of their confines. Julie's breasts! I'd never seen anything like it! Larger and larger they grew, the whole front of her shirt distended by mammaries. She was becoming massive - projecting outward, becoming larger, fuller. I could see the outline of the undersides of her breasts begin the fill-in from her waist upwards, becoming more and more separated from her waist. Her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid, her face slightly straining with concentration.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Warrrreeeennnn" There was a sense of urgency in her voice, but I noticed a new sultriness I'd never heard before - as if her sexuality was growing as rapidly as her breasts. She was panting, her head was slightly back atop her long neck, eyes closed: a luxuriating, lustful look on her radiant visage. I could see her tongue appear, press against her lips and snake with desire. Her eyebrows knitted together as she mouthed another silent 'Oh.' Her hands moved to each side of her rapidly expanding bosom, as if trying to gain a measure on her new-found girth and weight. With each of her pants I could see her breasts springing forward, pushing her hands wider, making the T-shirt tighter and tighter. I couldn't read the words on it now; the lettering had been blown off by great, massive breasts expanding at an incredible rate. I had no idea what size she was. I only knew she had the largest boobs I had ever seen, filling the entire area in front of her. She had passed from the realm of reality into the realm of the fantastic. Her outline was preposterous, carnal sexuality, a testament to fertility. Her nipples were outrageously huge, tenting the fabric prodigiously, threatening to pierce through.

I began to move towards her, but my cock was aching so bad it took my attention - pulsing, harder and harder; I felt like all my blood was either going up to my head or into my cock. I looked back up at Julie. The T-shirt had passed its limits long ago. I couldn't fathom what was holding it together. Underneath, her breasts looked like two great semi-circles, with their end points at her waist and shoulders. Cleavage was bursting through the collar, straining to be free. From the ends of her shirt sleeves, breast flesh was escaping its confines, pushing against her arms. She reached out in front of her as far as she could and grabbed the front of the T-shirt.

She tensed, and then, with one big breath, a huge swelling of new growth, and sheer determination, she ripped open the front of the shirt. Her breasts almost 'popped' out, tantalizingly huge nipples and areolae bursting forward, followed by enormous masses of pale breast, quivering and undulating, I could almost feel their heat, filling the space between herself and me.

"Oh God, Warren, suck me. Suck Me!" she screamed. I moved toward her again, my whole body shaking. My dick felt like it was gonna burst. I moved toward her. Pounding. I reached out for her nipple. Pounding. I could just grab onto it, wrap my hand around it. My mouth was dry. I needed to suck it so badly. Pounding.

"Oh God," I moaned, and felt this ungodly release in my crotch. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. I feel Julie's immense, engorged nipple in my hand, jerking up and down.

"Suck them, Warren. Suck them...!" She was growing farther away.

"Julie," I shouted out.

"Warren..."

I woke with a start. Julie was gone! I was gone. I had made a mess of the bed. I don't sleep with any underwear, so it was looking like today would be a good day to change the sheets. But I couldn't move. Not just yet. I wanted to savor a lingering feeling, and taste in my mouth, on the tip of my tongue. I tried again and again to picture Julie, looking at me with lust in her eyes; her breasts growing larger and larger. Everything bulging provocatively. Her nipples! Her devilish smile! Powerful images. It was working. Julie. I had to call her.

I phoned her number. Her father answered the phone. "No, Warren, they're not back yet. Oh, sometime later this afternoon. I'll tell Julie you called. Bye now."

I couldn't wait until the afternoon. I wanted to see Julie now. I had all this excess energy to work off so, even before eating any breakfast, I went outside and shot around; played some hoop. I missed most of my shots - my hands were still shaking. Eventually I came back down to earth. The body does remind you it requires food. The power of the fantasy begins to fade. It was back to a simple matter of passing the time.

I started with breakfast, read the paper front to back, my eyes looking up at the clock with the turn of each page. I played a few video games, and waited. I went down to the sports shop, and waited. I even tried going to the bookstore, but I was way too impatient to read. Finally, I just sort of walked around for a while, going no-place in particular, burning calories; trying to think, but unable to focus.

At last, I noticed the shadows becoming longer; the sky becoming a darker shade of blue. I thought about the wet-dream I'd had earlier, and felt a twinge of guilt, but also a thrill, like I was hoping. I walked home. By the time I arrived, it was fully night time. Mom was there in the kitchen, putting away some groceries.

"Hey Mom, did Julie call?"

"No, not yet dear"

Not yet? It was getting on towards six o'clock. I debated whether to call her or not. I thought about it, then I thought, 'she'll call me' and waited some more. I wondered what the doctors had told her. I mean, like she said earlier, it's probably just about run its course; nothing to worry about; completely normal - all the things that doctors usually say.

Eight o'clock. What was going on? OK, I'd give her another hour. Nine o'clock. I picked up the phone to call. She might not be there, though. I didn't want to bug her dad again, he said he'd tell her. God, I was in such a state. I can only chuckle about it now - to hide the embarrassment. I somehow came to the conclusion that the best thing to do was to go over there in person. That way, I could see if their car was back, and then I could talk to Julie.

The car was back. It seemed awfully quiet in the house. I noticed Julie's bedroom light was on. There was a bit of movement in the living room. The front door opened and her parents stepped out. I don't know why my first reaction was to hide, but that's what I did. It was kind of silly really; after all, I was probably over at their house more than my own house. But as I said, I was in a strange state of mind that evening.

"Yes, you were."

"Hey, *I'm* telling this story!"

"Yes dear."

"Mmmmm."

Mmmmm is right. Wait a second, were was I? Yes, I saw Julie's parents leave the house. "It'll be all right dear. Like the doctor said, this could all be over with next week. Let's just give it some time."

"But what if it's not, honey. This is our daughter we're talking about ..." They got into the car and were off.

"What the hell was that all about?" I thought to myself. I looked around for a couple of pebbles and headed for her window.

'Clink.' Nothing. I threw another one. 'Clink.' That did the trick. The window opened and Julie stuck her head out.

"Hey, what's the deal, stiffing me like that, you big jerk." I was indignant. She looked at me before she said anything. Then she broke out into a big smile, almost as if in relief.

"I ... I don't know. I didn't want ..." She hesitated. Her eyes trailed off. It looked like she pulled her bathrobe, or whatever she was wearing - I couldn't tell - around her. She looked back at me. "Cause I knew you were going to come over, you big goofball." Her smile returned. "And don't call me a jerk, you wimp. I bet you didn't even lay a finger on Jerry Oliphant."

"Are you kidding, I totally laid him out; unconscious for half an hour. He carries all my books to class now." Talk about a shit-faced lie.

She didn't believe me for a second, but loved that I tried. "I'm glad you're here," she said.

"Yeah, well, what else am I gonna do on a Saturday night?"

She laughed and smiled at me. My knees were turning to mush. "Meet me at the door." I rushed over. Julie opened it up and stood there. She was a sight for sore eyes. I didn't think her family allowed shoes in the house, but then I noticed she wasn't wearing shoes, she was just a bit taller. She must have noticed my puzzled look because she said, "yeah, I'm 5' 11" now. But that's the least of my problems."

Problems? I certainly didn't see any problems. She looked beautiful, radiant even. She had her dark hair back in a makeshift ponytail, just how I like it. It pulls it back straight, but leaves enough curls for your eyes to follow the waves. She had on a pair of jeans and a huge, oversized llama-hair sweater. You know, the kind that are all fuzzy. The waistband was almost down to her knees, the sleeves rolled up again and again, but still at her wrists. I don't particularly care for those kind of sweaters, they make you look like you've put on weight. I couldn't imagine Julie putting on much weight, but she was looking a little heftier.

I think we stood there in the doorway looking at each other, smiling like a couple of idiots for a few seconds. I could feel something happening. Julie broke the silence. "Warren?" she said, becoming a bit more serious.

"Yeah."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but sometimes I wish we weren't best friends." Julie was looking at me funny again.

"Don't take it the wrong way?" I just stood there wondering exactly how I was supposed to take it. I wondered if my jaw dropped. I probably had a look of shock on my face. Julie laughed, looking at me like I was a kid or something.

"Warren, you big dummy. C'mon, get in here" Julie reached out and grabbed me by the forearm and pulled me in, smiling.

"Well?" I said, stepping into the living room.

"Well?" she replied, still smiling at me.

I threw up my hands in a shrug. "What'd the doctors say?"

"They said I'm a one-in-a-million girl." Her smile turned into a bit of a half-smile.

"I could've told 'em that." Oh God, why did I say that? That was SO corny.

She contained a laugh, but sort of did one of those half snorts through her mouth; her eyebrows knitting, looking at me with mischievous eyes. "You goofball." I think she actually liked it. "No, I'm one-in-a-million because of my condition."

"Condition?"

She stood there for a second, mulling something over. "Warren, you are my best friend. Please don't laugh." With that, Julie reached down and grabbed her sweater. She pulled the waistband out and began pulling up. She certainly hadn't gained any weight, judging by her hips, and then her waist, which, if anything, seemed even thinner. But then something strange happened. From her waist, the fabric of her shirt quickly extended out to where her hands were. She pulled up some more .. and exposed two very large humps on her chest pressing against her shirt ... in turn confined behind some thicker cloth underneath.

Julie had done some more growing during the week. I could tell they were quite full. The bra was trying to give a shape to them that her breasts didn't like. I saw her nipples slightly poking out from underneath everything. It looked like quite a sturdy piece of workmanship trying to hold her in place. As her arms rose higher to finish the job of taking off her sweater, her breasts swelled upward, overflowing the cups and straining against the upper part of her shirt. I could just make out some deep valleys of cleavage through the separation of the buttons. I could also see the shiny fabric underneath outlined with underwire. Each cup looked to be six inches in diameter - it must have been absolutely the largest brassiere they could find.

Julie finished pulling off her sweater, let go with her left hand, then let it drop on the floor. She moved her arms to her sides. The motion set off a bit of wobbling on her chest. Her eyes were down at the floor at first, shoulders somewhat hunched inward. Then looked me in the eye, waiting for me to say something. I was speechless. It was the same old Julie, only different. It looked like her legs had been what was growing, giving Julie her new height. They were long and lean in those jeans, widening to nice womanly hips, but then tapering, almost dramatically, to a rather thin waist.

Her chest had obviously done the most growing, though. I remembered plainly, just over a month and a half ago, Julie in a T-shirt and, except for a couple of bumps, flat as an ironing board, complaining about her lot in life. She needn't complain any longer. Nature had just bestowed upon her a couple of magnificent endowments. No, not just endowments. ENDOWMENTS.

In a word, Julie looked incredible. She now had the same curves as Wendy Singleton, who was a 34G, last I heard. However, Wendy was only about 5' 2", and somewhat petite. Julie, on the other hand, was a big girl with wide shoulders and a strong chest to begin with. In reality, she must have had quite a bit bigger boobs than Wendy. Julie had quite a bit bigger everything than Wendy Singleton.

Julie was all woman. I could see her breasts straining against both her new bra and her new shirt. I'm sure she must have just bought it for I had never seen it before and it more or less fit her - more or less. I noticed there was a bit of separation between the buttons. Julie must even have grown a bit bigger from the time she bought the shirt until now. I couldn't imagine what they must have felt like to her.

"Well?" she said, looking at me expectantly. There I was, standing there, looking like an idiot. My mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. Blood was rushing to my head so fast I didn't know what to say. I meant to say *something* but the first syllables came out weird. The rest of my blood was rushing to my dick - just like in the dream. I could feel my pants starting to tent out, even though they were made of denim. Unfortunately, Julie took my befuddlement the wrong way.

"You think I'm disgusting, don't you? Like I'm a sort of freak now. Don't you!" She covered her eyes with her hands, bunched up her shoulders, and turned away from me. "Please, Warren, no." She started crying.

I didn't know what to do. Luckily, Mother Nature took over. I'm always amazed at how in the moment of crisis, many times you end up doing exactly the right thing. Instinctively I knew what to do. Like a bolt I was at Julie's side, putting my arms around her saying "it's OK, it's OK. You are beautiful, Julie. I love you."

She stopped crying and looked up. "You love me?" she asked. Julie withdrew her hands and looked at me, no, not at me, *in* me. Her eyes were searching deep within me. She was an angel, so vulnerable, yet lifting my soul. I felt *really* uncomfortable, but it was more from my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I had never felt such powerful emotions before. I loved Julie. I could say it! Deny it? I couldn't if I wanted to!

Something wonderful was happening. I felt a feeling of warmth flow through me, a feeling of direction. "Yes," I said, looking as deeply into her eyes as I could. Julie looked at me. We were holding each other's gaze. There is that moment in time when one person takes a risk and exposes their feelings to the other, and then has to wait for the response. I had just exposed myself to Julie and was awaiting her judgment. A quiver of doubt ran through me. 'Oh, shit,' I thought, 'I just fucking blew everything!'

But Julie broke into the happiest smile I think I've ever seen. It wasn't just her mouth, or her lips, it was Julie smiling at me. I melted in her warmth. She jumped up, and spun around.

"Oh Warren. Warren. I love you too, Warren! I love you too!" The feeling I felt cannot be described, only known through experience. Our lips met in the most intense kiss, exulting in the new direction our lives were taking. Passionately, we crossed into a brave new world. With too much passion, though, we bumped our teeth together.

"Oww!" we said in unison, and laughed. Nothing seemed to really hurt anymore. She faced me, then jumped on me, giving me the most amazing, full bear hug. I reveled in it. It just felt soooo good. I could feel her arms around me. I could smell her fragrance - she smelled like nothing I could imagine. I could feel her breasts against my chest - huge, soft, warm, malleable breasts between us, being squished into enormous, wide saucers - except for her nipples. I could feel them poking in to me. She drew in a quick breath. "Ahhh."

"What's wrong?"

"My babies are still a little tender." I looked at her breasts, bulging splendiferously under her shirt. I wanted so bad to touch them. "Here," said Julie. She took my hand and placed it over her left breast. I squeezed. "Gently," she admonished me with a whisper and a kiss. I slowly ran my fingers along them, caressing them as softly as I could. Julie would draw in a sharp breath, then look at me with a mischievous smile. I would say 'I'm sorry', and kiss her tenderly. She deftly moved her body around mine so that she was lying against me. I could feel her stomach, feel the tightness of her waist. She rocked her hips forward, into mine. She was just starting to put her legs around me, when she pulled back and looked at me, wide-eyed.

"Warren!" she said excitedly, her eyes wide, eyebrows high.

"Julie!" I replied, feeling very good and very turned on. No need to bother hiding my hard-on now!

Julie gave me a look I'd never seen before. A sexy look; an almost nasty-girl look. I thought about Julie and her incredible body. I think I did a very good job reciprocating with a nasty-boy look of my own. Julie began kissing me all over my face, then moved to my lips for a nice, long, almost lusty one. We started French kissing and I was amazed by how long Julie's tongue was - it felt like she could reach the back of my mouth. I almost gagged on it, but then she withdrew and kissed me gently on the lips again.

"Warren" she cooed. Her lovely head moved to the side and we rubbed cheeks together, then she began nibbling on my ear.

Meanwhile, I was kissing as many parts of her as I could, all the while massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples to present themselves in their full glory. I was successful. I could feel her thick teats between my fingers, even through her shirt and bra! I could hear her breathing becoming heavier, as was my own. Julie moved down to my neck. I turned my head a bit, and buried it in her luxurious hair. She smelled so good!

While Julie was kissing me exquisitely on my neck, our hips met; we started to do a bit of bump-and-grind through our jeans. She had nice, wide hips that I wanted - needed - to press my own into. Her long, long, strong legs began to wrap around mine. I was between Julie's luscious legs in her most private spot. My heart leaped. Her hands were rubbing themselves all over my back. She began to mash her chest into my chest. My hands were squeezed out from her nipples in the friction, but I still found plenty of breasts to massage bulging out to the sides. Our movements began to synchronize, our breathing becoming more and more heavy. I wasn't the most experienced guy at the time; and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Julie" I said, in both agony and ecstasy, "I can't last much longer."

"Mmmm. neither can I," she replied, accentuating it with just a slight purr. She gave me one last kiss on my neck, then pulled her head in front of mine. She had the most awesome, gorgeous, aroused expression on her face - she really wanted me. It couldn't be better, because I really wanted her. It just felt so good, requited love.

"Let me take your pants off for you," Julie said with a hungry smile. I couldn't talk anymore. I think I just moaned and nodded with approval. She began to undo the top buttons. I decided I would do a little unbuttoning of my own, beginning with the top of her blouse. Julie laughed. "You're a curious boy, aren't you?" She had a big grin on her face.

"Just as curious as you, girl," I said, eagerly.

"Well I've been curious about yours ever since you poked me with it through the sleeping bag, you masher." She giggled, then undid the last button. I lifted my hips up to help her pull my pants down. Needless to say, my underwear was not hiding my hard cock - a big wet spot on the end of my protrusion from pre-cum ...

Julie just looked at the bulge with a hungry eye for a second, then touched her finger on the wet spot. I heard a soft 'Ooo' escape her lips. This gave me enough time to finish undoing her last button and I began to struggle to take her shirt off while keeping my hands on as much breast as possible. I must have been making a mess of it all, because Julie looked up at me. She moved just out of my grasp. Her hands moved to cover her shirt opening and her chest, as best she could anyway. She had a slight look of wonder on her face.

"You really like my new boobs, don't you Warren?"

"Oh God Julie, yes, ever since the morning in my room."

Her eyes twinkled. "I *knew* you were looking!" This confirmed it, I guess. She let out a tremendous smile, head back slightly in exultation. She looked at me in the eye with a mischievous grin. "You know something," she whispered with a sultry look in her eye that made my heart skip a beat, "I kind of like them too."

Her hands had started caressing her breasts, I don't think she was aware what she was doing. Then she moved her hands to her shirt and took it off, exposing the tops of her boobs bulging out of her huge bra. Now, I had seen big breasts in magazines and stuff, but Julie's were right there in front of me, looking unreal. I couldn't believe it - that Mother Nature would show such munificence. I wanted to suck them so badly.

Julie reached behind her, causing her boobs to well up. I thought for sure her boobs would pop out of their holding cups. Julie struggled with the clasps for a bit. She saw my look of wonder and smiled.

"38F, Warren, they have a lot of hooks," she said, winking at me. She shook her shoulders for a second to give me a look at them wobbling all over her chest. It looked to be a size too small. Julie undid the last clasp and slowly pulled off her bra, watching my reaction. She saw my eyes grow wider and wider as her breasts came closer and closer to being free. My dick twitched. Her eyes darted to it, and watched it twitching.

Her bra was off. Her breasts were free. She looked beautiful. She was much, much fuller now. Her areolae looked to be slightly larger, but much more pronounced - maybe due to the heat of the moment. Her nipples looked to be as hard as my cock. Not quite as big, of course, but still eminently suckable. They sat of upon huge globes of pearly skin, hanging on Julie's chest as two ripe, fresh fruit.

Julie had grown so fast that they showed no hint of gravity - two hemispheres proudly jutting outward. Just like in my dream, I felt my tongue flit on my lips and my mouth go a little dry. Julie, however, had her eyes locked on my twitching cock. With her breasts now free, she made her way to my own endowment, her breasts doing a much better job of jiggling and undulating.

With two fingers she grabbed the waistband of my undies. My cock was going wild with desire. Wordlessly, she lifted the covers, exposing my dick. Her eyes became very large. "Ooo!" she said, wide-eyed like a little kid. I wondered if she had ever seen a real penis before. Or maybe she just really liked mine. Her hand reached out and encircled it around its base.

"Oh it's marvelous," she announced. She bent her head down to my 'head' and kissed it gently, then flitted her tongue out to taste me. "I like that," she said. I could feel myself getting ready to blow. I wondered if I should warn her.

Julie put out her long, long tongue and licked the head of my cock again. I know her breasts were huge, but I began to wonder just how long her tongue was as well. Julie kissed the head of my cock again, then opened her mouth a little wider and encircled it with her lips. Her hand began pumping slightly. I could feel that marvelous tongue of hers licking the entire area of my cock-head. I'd never been given head before. I didn't know how good she was; I didn't care - it was obviously working!

"Unghh, Julie," I said, my face starting to contort.

She didn't seem to hear me. "Ohhh, Jul ..." Too late, I could feel it coming. I felt my cock surge forward and my hips begin to buck. Julie maintained her lock on my cock, pumping a little harder now. I felt the first release travel down my penis and let loose. Julie must have felt it coming. I felt just a bit of suction and the first of my cum came out. Julie took it in - her eyes grew wide with delight. My cock convulsed for its second spurt. Julie lost her lock on it. I just caught a glimpse of her face during my spasms. She seemed surprised but thrilled, with an almost thoughtful expression on her face. I could tell she was tasting my semen, seeing if she liked it. I think she did.

My cock kept pumping. This was a very powerful orgasm. Cum was flying out of my cock and landing on Julie's chest, dripping into her cleavage. She seemed to revel in it. Pumping, pumping. I was still pumping, Julie still tugging rhythmically at my base.

"Oh yes!" I heard Julie exclaim. I don't think she'd ever seen a guy come before. She seemed to be very turned on. I finally started to calm down, feeling great. Julie looked down at her chest, her fingers sliding through her my semen. It obviously seemed like a new experience. She turned her eyes toward mine. There was a wild look in them. It looked like she was just getting started. She had a ebullient expression.

"I want to come now," she said, beaming at me. I told her I'd be happy to oblige. Julie stood up, her breasts swaying with the motion. She began to undo her jeans; button after button. I could feel my cock start to come back to life - ah, to be young again! All the buttons were undone. She slid her pants down and down over her long legs and stepped out of them. Julie drew herself back up. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen; absolutely stunning.

Those long legs of hers were perfectly muscled from all her athletic activity. They went on up to her wide hips, which were full and perfectly designed for delivery, but still retained a lithesome look. The white panties she had on emphasized the difference between her hips and waist. Oh, what a waist! As big a girl as she was, it looked like I could put my hands around Julie's waist. She looked positively nubile as she breathed in and out, her skin lightly covering the outlines of firm muscles.

Then, of course, her breasts, proudly pronouncing their presence - so full they were wider than her shoulders, which were very wide. Model wide. Julie was such an athletic figure. On top of a long neck was Julie smiling at me. I think she liked the feeling, knowing that I desired every inch of her. It was certainly self-evident - if she didn't notice my expression, she just had to watch my dick become hard again, snapping to attention.

"I love you Warren," Julie said softly. "Make love to me." Her hands went to her panties. She began to roll them down. I saw her dense matting of dark pubic hair. As she bent down at the waist her breasts surged forward, then descended, but not hanging. They still looked so full. Julie straightened and stepped out of her panties, she was now naked in front of me and I was struck dumb. Julie really was beautiful in every way. I caught a most glorious smell. I wanted Julie in the worst way. She walked toward me, slowly, indulging in the moment just a bit. She was magnificent, sublime in her naturalness. She had just put her hand on my chest and was lowering her body to mine when we heard a car come down the street. There had been other cars pass by, but somehow we recognized the sound and knew this one would not be passing by. This car was Julie's parents, coming home. We both had a look of horror, and a sense of being cheated.

"Quick, the back door," said Julie, gathering her clothes in her hands, her breasts hanging down gracefully as she bent over. I jumped up and pulled my pants up quickly, being careful of my still hard dick. Julie had her bra and her shirt held against her chest, being pressed outward by her new-found endowments. We ran to the back door, almost tripping as my pants fell back down. We heard the car pull into the driveway and stop. She unlocked the door and opened it then looked me deeply in the eye. She had such an excited look on her face, like a kid who had just uncovered a secret..

"Tonight is the best night of my life," and she kissed me quickly on the lips.

"I love you Julie!" I said; it felt good to say it.

"I love you too, Warren," said Julie, her eyes sparkling radiantly, "I love you too!" Her head snapped around as we heard a key in the front door. "Quick, get out of here. Call me tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye Julie." She closed the door and ran to her room. I wondered if she had enough time to clean herself up and get into a robe, but I knew Julie could do it. As for myself, I ran through her backyard to their fence against the alley. I was so sky-high it was easy to hop it. I ran down the alley to the street, then ran home. I didn't need to run, but I couldn't help it. I had so much energy and felt so alive, I think I could have kept running to Timbuktu. I couldn't wait to see Julie again; I couldn't wait until tomorrow; I couldn't wait for life!

"Milk? How could we need any milk? I thought *you* were taking care of it all. Oh, you can't make tapioca with it. Well, OK, I'll go to the store."

Excuse me, dear readers, but I just love pudding: I must run an errand. But fear not, I'll be back.

 

 End of Part II.

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