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Just for Fun by JackVigilante

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Just for Fun

by JackVigilante

 

Half-past noon on a summer Monday saw a young unmarried couple sitting in a classically styled diner. Tyler and Jessica sat in a booth, idly staring out the window at the traffic as they waited for their lunch to arrive. It was the start of their vacation. A vacation that they hadn't really planned out ahead of time. As Jessica distracted herself by watching the handful of people walking up and down the street, she began to form ideas of how to spend their time this coming week.

Tyler, on the other hnad, had big plans. He just didn't know what they were yet. That morning he had come into possession of a new smartphone, of a brandname he had never heard of before. It was the BlueBerry Soothsayer Global Edition. Supposedly, as he had been told, it could do anything and everything you told it to. Change anything and everything you told it to.

Needless to say he first thought it farfetched. He'd first tested it out on his bank account by shifting the decimal place to the right two points. He now had a hundred times more money to his name, sure, but that didn't mean the BlueBerry didn't simply just hack into the bank's database for him. He needed something more real to test it out on. Something physical, that he could see and feel, so that their could be no doubt as to what this thing was capable of.

At some point his eyes fell onto Jessica's chest. Her pert breasts, small though they were, were encased nicely in a tight gray tee shirt. He could see the outline of her bra through the thin fabric. Jessica didn't really need a bra; she was only a B-cup. A small one at that. She only wore it because it would be inappropriate for her to go out in public without wearing one. A shame, really.

A sly grin spread across Tyler's face: it was a problem he could easily fix. He quickly opened up the Soothsayer application in his phone, paused for a moment to formulate the wording, and then scribed in the command.

Wearing a bra is a matter of personal preference for a woman. Modesty is never a deciding factor.

Tyler paid close attention to Jessica after confirming the command. Almost immediately the outline of her bra seemingly melted beneath her shirt, smoothing out until it was no longer noticeable. He could see the shape of her breasts clearly now - less round and more pointy, and her nipples were plainly visible. He smiled satisfactorily to himself. The BlueBerry had worked; Jessica was now braless!

His vantage point from their booth in the diner didn't quite help him discern if other women were braless, too, but... No, wait. The waitress had just come by to refill their water glasses. She was braless too! Her breasts were noticeably larger than Jessica's, and they jiggled freely in the thick uniform top. Actually, the uniform now seemed to be designed specifically to... well, not really 'support' the waitress's breasts, but the top was cut in such a way that they were generously 'presented'.

A grin spread across Tyler's lips. A world where many women went braless: How could that ever be a bad thing?

His eyes shifted again to Jessica's chest, and his smile faded slightly. Sure, he was happy now that he could see her breasts more clearly, but... well, there just wasn't very much to see. It's not that he wasn't happy with her the way she was; it's just that, well... they could be bigger, thanks to his BlueBerry.

Should I, though? Tyler wasn't a greedy man; he thought things through before taking what he wanted, and generally he considered the effects his actions would have on others. At the moment, he wondered if toying with Jessica's body - hell, the entire world - for his own amusement was wrong. He had power at his disposal; shouldn't he be using it for good? But then he reconsidered. There was nothing stopping him from going wild now, and he'd certainly be able to fix things later after he's had his fill. Besides, it wasn't like he wanted to rule the world or anything. That'd be silly! All he wanted was to see what it'd be like for his girlfriend to have bigger tits!

Jessica's breasts are much bigger. Tyler took another few seconds to think things over. He wanted to get this right in one go. And they are a shape that I find aesthetically pleasing.

Just seconds after the command was confirmed, Tyler could see the changes already taking place. He smled with glee as her breasts began to push outwards, smoothing out the wrinkles. Slowly but steadily they swelled larger, surpassing the size of apples and approaching a solid DD-cup in size.

Just as they slowed their growth, there was a sudden shifting in her attire. Tyler was momentarily stunned as her shirt... 'melted' is the first word that came to mind to describe the transition from the cotton tee shirt to a sexy silk number. The button-down tee shirt now had a nice sort of sheen to it, which served to emphasize the fact that it was pulled taut across her now ample frontage. Her nipples poked daringly into the material. The shirt was also now a dark maroon, which contrasted beautiful with the fair skin of Jessica's cleavage... She had the top few buttons open, putting on display an enticing but still tasteful length of dark cleavage.

Tyler's eyes practically boggled when Jessica leaned forward slightly, her flesh quivering within its confines. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand, propping her elbow on the table and tapping a finger on her cheek. Tyler was suddenly aware that he was staring. But the smirk on her face told him that she didn't mind. It told him, in fact, that she knew damn well the effect her breasts had on him and that she was encouraging him to stare openly.

"It's such a nice, sunny day, Ty. Maybe we should go to the beach. I could wear my new bikini. You know... the little black one?" Her lips curled into a sexy, knowing smile.

Images of Jessica's new breasts barely contained in the cups of a black bikini top flashed through Tyler's mind. "The beach it is," he tried to say smoothly, but he couldn't stop his voice from cracking slightly.

Before Jessica could fully respond to his reaction, the waitress had arrived with their lunch. The pair ate in silence, Jessica occasionally giving Tyler a look as if to say "you naughty boy" whenever she caught him looking at her chest. They were truly a sight to behold; he only wished he could behold them a bit easier. He wanted to strip off her clothes and just drink in her beauty! If only they weren't in public...

Another brilliant idea popped into Tyler's head, and yet again he found himself grinning with excitement. Whipping out his BlueBerry, he tapped the end of his stylus on his chin in thought for a solid minute, before beginning to scribe in a new series of commands.

Bare female breasts are no longer considered indecent. Many women choose to go topless depending on the warmth of their surrounding environment, and if they are not uncomfortable of their appearance. Manners regarding bare breasts are the same as manners currently regarding cleavage.

Tyler was brimming with excitement, and he was almost a bit nervous, as he imagined whar widespread effect this would have. At first, it didn't seem to be much. Jessica was still wearing her shirt, and so were all the other attractive female patrons in the diner. Maybe they need a bit more encouragement, he mused.

Women like to show off their bodies if they find themselves attractive enough. And then after a spark of insight: Every woman's breasts are a shape that I find appealing. (This was supposed to be his fantasy, after all.) All women naturally have a healthy physique they don't have to work for.

The last one was an afterthought. Tyler figured that it would be better than blatantly saying, 'all women are hot', leaving a range of body shapes that, at the very least, weren't hideous. And if a woman wanted something other than the body she had naturally, she could work for it. Before comfirming the commands, he quickly went back and changed the last one to include men as well.

In terms of Jessica's attire, it was a start. Her short sleeves vanished, leaving her upper arms completely bare, and an extra button came undone, exposing an extra two inches of creamy cleavage. Tyler caught himself staring (as did Jessica) before shaking his head to get himself to focus. As nice as the sight was, he wanted that shirt gone. And he wanted to figure out how to do it without blatantly commanding that it was true. He could make the beach they'd go to later a topless one... but he wanted that shirt off here and now. Of course, he finally realized, it's not hot enough!

Today is a very, very hot day.

A simple command, but he figured it should do the trick. No such luck, however; Jessica was still wearing her shirt. He glanced out the window thoughtfully, and was surprised to see several women walking down the street without a top on! Actually, there were a quite a few guys without shirts too, but his attention was focused on the women. And much to his delight, none of them were ugly and quite a few were attractive. No two pair of breasts were the same size or shape, but none of them were too saggy or too droopy or too much of anything else he might find unattractive. And most interesting, Tyler found himself staying true to his own commands. There was a young woman across the street waiting for a bus. She was topless, and she was beautiful, yet Tyler had the nagging urge to peel his eyes away from her because it was rude to stare.

Jessica's tits, however, he felt no guilt whatsoever about leering at. Hell, she wanted him to! It's just that, well, they were still covered. Her nipples were now completely erect, though. Tyler could see them tenting the taut silk like a pair of eraser nubs. And he could tell that it wasn't because she was aroused - he could see that she wasn't. No, their stiffness was clearly the result of being subjected to a continuous flow of cold air.

The air conditioning! Tyler kicked himself mentally for missing it. In an instant his BlueBerry was back in his left hand as he gribbed the stylus in his right.

The air conditioning in this diner is out of order.

Instantly the air around him was uncomfortably warm. Sweat tickled every inch of his body, and it was slightly more difficult to breathe. Several large standing fans appeared at specific points along the aisle, having been put there in an attempt to cool off the diner. It was bearable... but quite uncomfortable.

But more importantly, Jessica's shirt had vanished! Just a few feet in front of him, Jessica's big, round, beautiful boobs sat proudly atop her chest, open in the air. The fair, creamy flesh bobbed and jiggled with every little tiny movement she made. Her nipples were no longer erect, but they were beautiful nonetheless. He couldn't help but stare, and Jessica was keen to notice. Tyler was only dimly aware of this, and he was dimly aware that she was putting forth extra 'movement' for his benefit.

It was a few solid minutes later before Tyler's apparent trance was shaken by the waitress's appearance. Jessica suppressed a chuckle when he came to his senses. The waitress was unfazed by her toplessness and asked if the couple was interested in dessert. Jessica ordered some ice cream. Tyler, whose throat had suddenly gone dry, quickly choked out, "Nothing for me, thank you." And then after a pause, added, "I will take a refill on my drink, though," handing the waitress his empty glass of iced tea.

Briefly tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend's tremendous naked rack, he caught sight of the waitress's uniform as she walked away. Like Jessica's shirt, the sleeves had vanished, and her pants had receded into a form-fitting pair of shorts. In just a few seconds time Tyler recognized this new style of workwear as part of society's new perception of the female body. Nice, he thought to himself, and then immediately turned back to his own table.

Jessica was beaming with self-satisfaction and seemed as if she was trying hard not to tease her boyfriend about how he'd been staring at her chest so intently. Her dessert arrived before she succumbed to temptation, and she promptly began to indulge her sweet tooth. Tyler watched intently. Every time Jessica raised the spoon to her lips, her arm would brush against the soft flesh of her breast. He liked that. It wasn't long before the thought crossed his mind that it could be even better... He simply couldn't help himself.

Jessica's breasts, he began to write, but then quickly thought better of it. If he was going to do this, then why not go for broke? He erased what he'd written and began to start over: The average bust size is now Jessica's current size. Jessica's breasts are still very large compared to the average.

Despite wording the command to have a widespread effect, Tyler opted instead to focus on the one person he was most eager to see the change unfold on. As always, the change began immediately. This time, her growth was more intersting to watch. With her shirt gone, rather than merely seeing the silk filling with more matter, he could actually see her flesh swell with his very own eyes. Inch by inch they pushed out, swelling in every direction. They even drooped a little bit more due to gravity's pull on their own increasing weight. It wasn't long before the round, teardrop-shaped mountains of flesh resembled a pair of small, fleshy melons, wide enough that they partially obscured her arms. They settled on this size.

It was at that moment that Jessica lifted her last spoonful of ice cream to her mouth. Her arm bumped forecfully into her right boob, causing a heavy ripple to permeate her flesh. A glob of melted vanilla ice cream and hot fudge splattered atop the slope of her breast, and slowly began to drip down towards her areola. "Whoops," she said quietly, the tone in her voice revealing that it wasn't an accident.

He rolled his eyes at her, but fell victim to her ploy anyway and continued to watch her intently. She pressed a finger into her yielding flesh, right next to her nipple just underneath the line of fudge, creating a deep divot in the creamy skin. She then dragged her finger upwards - very, very slowly - causing her big breast to lift slightly, and then bounce into into its resting position after removing her finger. She'd gotten all the ice cream and fudge off of her skin in one swipe, following which she sucked it off her finger with a naughty smile and a devilish glint in her eyes. Both of her nipples had stiffened, and Tyler knew that, this time, it wasn't because she was cold.

The waitress, who always seemed to show up at just the right time, arrived with the check just then. Tyler couldn't help but notice that her breasts, still jiggling freely within her more revealing top, were now almost-but-not-quite as large as Jessica's. She thanked them for their patronage and apologized for the broken air conditioning.

Tyler began hunting through his pockets for enough bills to leave a decent tip. Jessica slid out of the booth and rose to her feet, her breasts looming over her wide-eyed boyfriend. She then turned and started sauntering towards the diner's exit, her hips swaying from side to side. Tyler followed close behind, his eyes transfixed on her posterior. Jessica's butt happened to be her best feature. Well... it was her best feature, at any rate. Her hips were naturally wide, her waist thin, and her butt full and firm. And now she was wearing a pair of skin-tight denim short-shorts, which had probably replaced her capris when the air conditioning went out.

Tyler was so busy appreciating his girlfriend's backside that he wasn't really paying attention to where he was walking, and nearly left through the front door without paying the bill. Jessica tilted her head up to peck him on the cheek, and told him she'd be waiting for him outside.

When she stepped outside, a new couple were just entering. They were young, about Tyler's own age. The guy he didn't care about, but he couldn't help steal a glance at the girl. She was very attractive. She was thin, toned, and had kind of a bubbly personality judging by the bounce in her step. A bounce which was emphasized by her chest. But, although big, she was only average now. But none of that was what piqued Tyler's interest the most. She was tall for a woman. Not like really tall, but taller than average. Maybe 5'9", 5'10". Only a few inches shorter than Tyler himself. Jessica on the other hand was much shorter, the top of her head even with his shoulders. Seeing this other girl made him wonder...

With a fresh idea in his mind, Tyler quickly handed his credit card to the cashier and whipped out his trusty BlueBerry.

Jessica is taller.

The command was vague, but Tyler didn't want to spend all day standing there mulling it over. Without hesitation he took his card back from the cashier, signed her copy of the receipt, and left.

Jessica was waiting patiently on the ramp that led down to the street. She was standing against the railing, leaning forward slightly as she idly peered up and down the street, her very large, full breasts dangling ever so slightly forward. Tyler approached her from behind, timidly, trying to garner how much she'd grown. When he was right behind her he cleared his throat, and boldly slid his arms around her naked waist as she turned around, pulling her into him. She smiled at him warmly and promptly returned his embrace with her arms draped over his shoulders. She tilted her head up to kiss him on the lips, using just a little bit of tongue.

She did not have to tilt her head very far. As Tyler had hoped, she was just about the same height as the girl he'd seen inside. 5'9", he estimated. And, he had to admit, those extra several inches looked damned good on her. Her legs were longer - still toned and smooth - and it was surprisingly nice just to have her closer to his level. But more than just her looks, Jessica seemed to hold a little bit more confidence about herself than she already had, which Tyler found to be very sexy.

Jessica pulled away with a sexy grin splashed across her pretty lips. She took her boyfriend by the hand and led him down the ramp, around the side of the building towards the diner's small parking lot. Tyler's eyes kept drifting between the jiggling in her huge naked breasts, the sway of her hips that occasionally brushed against his, and just her height in general. Really, it was the height that did the most for him. It was amazing what some mere inches could accomplish. As they approached his new sports car, he wondered what a few more could do...

When they reached the passenger door, Jessica spun around to face him, aiming to press her body against his and kiss him one more time before he opened the door for her. But Tyler already had his phone out, and as he went to the Soothsayer application's history to repeat the last command, Jessica waited patiently. But not innocently. She raised her arms and placed both hands tenderly on his shoulders. She then pressed her heaving breasts gently, and then firmly, into his chest, forcing him to turn slightly to the side to give himself enough room to use the phone's stylus.

The moment he confirmed the same command he used earlier, Jessica began to stretch. If he hadn't known any better, he'd've thought she was pushing herself up onto her toes. But she wasn't; she just kept rising. Almost as if she knew she was growing, her sexy smile widened as their lines of sight began to level out. Her breasts dragged upwards along his chest, and he could feel her stiff nipples through his shirt. With her hands still on his shoulders, Tyler got the impression that she was using his body as leverage to pull herself up. For a single instant their eyes were level, and Tyler looked straight across into Jessica's amber irises. And then she rose higher. She was no longer pulling herself up by his shoulders, but pushing him down. Steadily she stretched taller, never breaking eye contact, her wicked grin telling him exactly what she thought of their relative heights and how it pertained to their physical relationship.

She stopped growing, and Tyler found himself looking up into his girlfriend's eyes. She was only a couple of inches taller than him, but the effect was powerful nonetheless. His lips had parted in awe, and Jessica seized the opportunity to plant a full, lusty kiss on his lips. A shudder ran down Tyler's spine, and he felt his manhood twitch. This is going to be an interesting day, he thought.

 

The drive back to the house was surprisingly difficult. Jessica was sitting right next to Tyler and she was slmost fully naked, so needless to say he had trouble keeping his eyes on the road. If it wasn't her tits that drew his gaze, bouncing and jiggling at every little bump in the road, it was her long, sleek legs that stretched out in front of her. So much beautiful skin...

It was with great relief when he finally pulled into his driveway. Not because he had nearly caused one or two accidents, but because now he could stare unabashedly at his stupefyingly sexy lover.

"I'll go and get changed," she said with a knowing smile. Once more Tyler had been snapped out of his trance and realized that he was just sitting there in his parked car ogling Jessica's body. It could've been for thirty seconds, or it could've been an hour. Although he doubted that Jessica would sit there for an hour in the hot car just to humor him. She winked at him, and then swung her legs out of the open door and climbed out. Again Tyler simply watched as she sauntered towards the front door and into the house. The image of her spectacular ass did not leave his mind the second she was out of sight.

"Changed?" he mumbled to himself. And then he remembered: Right. The beach. We're going to the beach. Little black bikini. The prospect alone of seeing Jessica's new body in a bikini was enough to carry him to the front door and into the house without much conscious thought. He stepped through the threshold and looked around, still somewhat in a daze. Jessica was already out of sight. Probably upstairs in the bedroom, Tyler figured.

He headed up the stairs and towards his bedroom door with mild quickness. At first glance, the room appeared to be empty, but he quickly noticed the shoes Jessica had been wearing lying next tothe bed, having been kicked off. The bathroom door was closed, and light framed the cracks around the edges of the door; a small feminine cough confirmed that she was in there. He then caught sight of the swim trunks that were already laid out on the bed, waiting for him next to a flowered bag that he ignored for now. He changed into them quickly, kicking off his shoes and replacing them with a pair of sandals, and leaving on the tee shirt he was already wearing.

All he had to do now was wait for Jessica. And so he sat on the edge of the bed, and did just that. The fact that she was taking a while didn't bother him, although he was a little curious as to why she had to change in the bathroom rather than in the bedroom. Where he could watch. But then again, he reasoned, the anticipation of her beautiful form emerging majestically from the bathroom doorway, framed with light and goddess-like, was rather exciting. He imagined the cups of her bikini top struggling to contain her bountiful frontage, the straps of the bikini bottom framing the alluring curve of her hips, and leaving her long, smooth legs bare...

His eyes drifted out of focus of the door in thought, and then he quickly reached into his pocket to retireve his BlueBerry. He opened the Soothsayer's history and highlighted the most recently issued command. Jessica is taller, it read. It already worked twice with spectacular results; a third time couldn't hurt.

And so he confirmed it once more.

Tyler waited with bated breath for his girlfriend to emerge from her hiding place. What was only a few seconds seemed like minutes. His heart began to beat faster with anticipation, and his heel tapped nervously on the floor.

He coughed. "You almost done in there, Jess?" he asked, trying not to sound impatient.

From behind the door came a muffled "mm-hm!" of musical quality. And then slowly, almost agonizingly so, the knob turned and the door swung open. For a brief moment, Jessica stood in the light of the doorway, the very figure of divine femininity that Tyler had imagined she'd be. So much smooth, perfect skin filled his vision, and his jaw dropped slightly at the sight. True to his imagination, her black bikini top was about one size too small. It was enough to support and cover her expansive breasts, but it was just small enough that a mouth-watering portion of juicy boob-flesh billowed over the edges of the cups. Her nipples clearly indented the very center of the cups, making their existence known to the world.

Jessica was still wearing her denim short-shorts, but now Tyler could see the straps of a thong bikini bottomrising above the shorts' low cut. As she began to step forward, her hips swayed provocatively from side to side. Without making a conscious decision to do so, Tyler rose to his feet just as she cleared the distance between them, and his arms automatically went around her waist. Jessica's arms draped over his shoulders.

For the first few seconds all Tyler could do was stare straight ahead. Right into his girlfriend's chin. Actually, a fraction of an inch below that. She pressed into him, and her big, soft breasts compacted enticingly against his shoudlers. He instinctively looked downwards, into the vast canyon of cleavage just below his chin. A set of long, delicate fingers passed gently through his hair, and he looked up - way up, it seemed - to see Jessica smiling down at him, a mixture of adoration and naughtiness glimmering in her eyes. Her sexual dominance was beginning to rise to the surface, and Tyler shuddered in nervous arousal.

He swallowed hard before speaking. "Ready to go?" he practically croaked.

Jessica's smile widened, and she winked at him. She reached behind him and picked up the flowered bag that was sitting on the bed. "Ready if you are," she purred. She then turned toward the door. She guided him toward the hallway with one long arm behind his back.

Tyler's arm was still around her waist, and he reveled in the feeling of her hip brushing against his waist as they walked together. He politely gestured for her to exit the room first, stealing a long glance at her backside as she walked ahead of him. His gaze never left her delicious curves as he followed her down the stairs. Jessica noticed, Tyler noticed that she noticed, and then Jessica noticed that. In response she added an extra sway to her gait, encouraging him to look all he wanted.

"Hey, Jess?" he started carefully.

"Yeah, Ty?" she responded sweetly.

"Would you mind driving?"

"Afraid you'll have trouble keeping your eyes on the road again, baby?"

"You know me so well."

"I know my baby likes what he sees."

 

The drive to the beach was much less nerve-racking than the drive back to his house. Without having to worry about keeping his eyes on the road, Tyler was free to admire his handiwork. Before leaving, he conjured up an expensive, fuel-efficient SUV with enough head-room and room for Jessica to stretch her long, gorgeous legs.

They stretched on for a mile in front of her, disappearing beneath the dashboard. Her smooth, toned thighs flexed slightly as she switched from the gas to the brake and back again. Next to her thigh, her hand was gripping the stick, and whenever she shifted gears, her bicep would flex ever so slightly. Jessica wasn't very muscular, but she did seem to have something of a natural tone that suited her very well. It was a lovely contrast to the more softer aspects of her body. Whenever she shifted gears, or when she turned the steering wheel with her other arm, her impressive assets were jostled. Her breasts were round and firm enough, her black bikini top snug enough, that they were prevented from moving around too wildly. But they bounced and jiggled just enough to capture and hold his attention in a vice-like grip.

At one point a particularly large pothole sent an amazing ripple through her buoyant flesh, shocking Tyler enough that he was broken from his daydream. Swallowing hard, he turned his head away to look out the window. For some reason Tyler was feeling somewhat guilty for staring for so long. The two of them had yet to make any attempt at conversation during the ride, but when he glanced over towards his girlfriend, he discovered that her expression was rather content. Maybe they didn't need to talk? He hadn't really thought about it before, but perhaps they were at a stage in their relationship where they enjoyed simply spending time together, where neither of them felt the need to engage in talk in order to feel comfortable with each other.

Still, though, he figured it couldn't hurt to smooth things over just a little bit more. The fact that I keep getting distracted by Jessica's body turns her on, he scribed into his trusty BlueBerry.

After confirming the command, Tyler's first instinct was to steal a glance at his tall, buxom girlfriend. He only wanted to see if there was any noticeable change in her demeanor, but, naturally, he ended up lingering on her curves for several seconds too long. Realizing that he was staring again, his natural reflex was to quickly look away. But then he remembered the command he'd just entered, and tentatively looked back once more. Jessica was now wearing a sly grin on her pretty lips, reasserting that she most definitely wasn't put off by his constant staring. She even straightened her back and squared her shoulders in an attempt to thrust her ample chest out a little more, causing Tyler's breath to catch in his throat.

She was so perfect... so sexy... And yet... he wanted more. Briefly, he wondered if it was smart. Was he being too greedy? He'd already done quite a number on her in just the past hour alone. Was it possible that he could go too far?

But then he shook his head of that thought. A few more inches couldn't hurt, right? And even if he went too far, he could fix things. A moment later, the tip of his stylus was gliding across the screen of his smartphone: Jessica is taller.

The change was a bit understated with Jessica sitting down. She didn't appear to be rising much higher. Well, a little bit... But then Jessica did something that nearly startled Tyler: She reached forward between her legs and pulled the lever to push her seat back. Most of the growth was in her legs. As soon as she settled back more comfortably, he could see her legs continue to lengthen, finishing off the last couple of inches they had left to go.

Tyler was suddenly very thirsty. Her legs were so smooth... so perfect... so... long. Before he was truly aware of what he was doing, he found himself repeating the same command a second time in his BlueBerry.

The effect was immediate. Since her seat was already pushed back as far as it would go, Jessica's legs didn't have enough room to stretch out in front of her. Her knees began to lift so that her legs could curl under the wheel and dashboard. Increasing amounts of beautiful thigh filled Tyler's vision, and his jaw slowly dropped as the seconds ticked by.

The quiet, feminine sound of Jessica clearing her throat snapped him out of his reverie. Jessica looked pleased with herself, and Tyler suddenly realized he was sporting a full-fledged erection.

"We're here," Jessica said nonchalantly.

Tyler's gaze immediately snapped into the direction of the front windshield, where, indeed, the sight of sand and water greeted him. "That was quick," he found himself saying; his throat was still quite dry.

"Time flies when you're having fun, Ty," Jessica answered. She continued to drive up the beach, looking for a space to park. Fortunately the beach wasn't too crowded, so it didn't take long. When they were parked, she surprised him by letting loose a sigh that definitely had some worry behind it. She was looking straight ahead, with her eyes half-closed.

"Something wrong?" Tyler asked her.

But she quickly corrected herself, and smiled at him reassuringly. "No. Everything's just fine. Why don't you get our things and I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay..." He wasnt too sure about the sudden change in her mood, but he did as requested anyway. Of course, he had to adjust his shorts before stepping out of the car, but he was thankful for the fresh air. Briskly he stepped around to the rear of the SUV and opened the back to retrieve the towels and Jessica's bag.

When he turned around, she was there. Right there. He was staring directly into the lower half of her cleavage. Tyler would've loved nothing more than to stand there and drink in the goddess-like beauty of Jessica's new body. And he expected Jessica to feel the same way. As he slowly tilted his head up to looked past the swells of her tremendous breasts to her face, he was disappointed to see that she wasn't even looking at him. Her eyes scanned the beach with an expression of anxiety. Before he could question her about this, she looked down and forced a smile at him, and then quickly ushered him towards an empty spot in the sand amongst the rather light crowd of beachgoers. She sat down as soon as the towels were set, and continued to look around nervously.

Tyler noticed that she was trying to avoid looking at one particular group of people - mostly guys - who were pointing in their direction. They were commenting amongst themselves and laughing. It was at that very moment that Tyler understood what the problem was. Jessica may have loved the attention that he was giving her, but she didn't care for how everyone else reacted to her unusual stature. One solution would be to change the world's opinion of her height. But Tyler knew that this wouldn't be a simple task, and there'd be too many ways to screw it up and too many holes he would miss. And even then, that didn't necessarily mean that Jessica would feel more comfortable.

Because that was what was important: for Jessica to feel comfortable around people. And there were only two ways to be sure of that. The first would be to shrink her back down to a more normal height. The second way...

Every woman is tall like Jessica.

The truth was that Tyler didn't care about the other women on the beach. His only goal was to get Jessica to feel better, and so it was her that he kept his attention on after issuing the command on his BlueBerry. He was satisfied to see that her mood immediately brightened. She unhunched her shoulders, sat up straighter, lounged back and let her legs stretch out in front of her (on a towel that was much larger, Tyler soon noticed). Her smile was now genuine, and not forced, and it wasn't until Tyler saw this that he allowed himself a quick glance around the beach. Sure enough, he spotted men lying next to women whose legs were overtaking their boyfriends', and couples walking up and down the beach where the woman was head-and-shoulders taller than the man. And of course, many of the women had no tops on, their big, perfect breasts bare in the sun.

But none of that was interesting to Tyler. Why should he care about the height comparisons between complete strangers when he had his own giantess sitting right next to him? Nope, he only had eyes for Jessica. Jessica, who had just stood up to her full height, towering above Tyler as he remained seated on his own towel. WIth a mischeivous grin on her pretty lips, she turned her back to her dumbstruck boyfriend. His eyes went wide with amazement as she began to ease her tight denim shorts over her hips, rocking them from side to side with a slightly exaggerated motion, and obviously taking longer than she needed to. She bent forward as she slid her shorts down her long, sinuous legs, practically sticking her butt in his face before straightening up again. She kicked her shorts aside, and then proceeded to lift her arms above her head in a long, drawn out stretch, offering Tyler a moment to take in the sight of her thong bikini-clad buttocks. And a truly mouth-watering ass it was.

And then with a satisfied smile, she sat down again. After flicking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she then went to her bag and retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion. Everything Jessica did - from flicking up the top of the bottle, to squirting out a glob of lotion and spreading it between her palms a little - seemed to be done extra slowly so that Tyler could enjoy every little movement that she made. He watched with great interest as she busied herself rubbing lotion onto her long, smooth legs. Her long, delicate fingers slowly ran up and down her calves, her toned thighs, making quiet but sensual slicking sounds until her skin absorbed the cream and left her legs with a slight sheen.

"Would you like me to do your back?" she asked suddenly.

By now Tyler was used to being entranced by Jessica's sexuality, and so he wasn't even fazed this time when she snapped him out of his reverie. "Okay," he replied simply.

Jessica seemed almost excited by the opportunity to lay hands on her boyfriend, and quickly moved behind him. Almost immediately he felt her soft, warm mounds press firmly against his shoulders. Her arms encircled his body, showing him clearly just how much longer they were than his own. In one hand she held the bottle of suntan lotion. Her other hand found one of his, and Tyler was amazed to see how much bigger it was than his own, how much longer her fingers were. "Here," she said, her voice coming from somewhere just above his head, and then she proceeded to squirt some of the lotion into his open hand. "For your arms," she explained, withdrawing her own from around his body, as well as her breasts from his back.

And then as he started to do his arms, he heard the lotion being squirted form the bottle again, and then the sound of two hands rubbing it together. She scooted forward, her knees touching either side of his hips. And then finally, Jessica's hands tenderly closed over his shoulders and began to spread the cool lotion across the upper portion of his back. She performed the task with enthusiasm, adopting a massage-like ministration rather than simply applying the sunblock mechanically. Her gentleness combined with her increased strength affected Tyler almost immediately. Her massage was very sensual, and he delighted in the fact that he could actually feel how large her hands were on his shoulders. Needless to say he found himself getting hard again. Swimming trunks, unfortunately are not very good at hiding erections, but Tyler was too preoccupied to care.

He was thoroughly loosened up by the time Jessica decided to move on. After retrieving another dollop of lotion, her hands returned to the middle of his back. Her long fingers glided up and down his spine, across his spine, all the way down to the rim of his trunks. Her movements weren't as intimate as they were when she did his shoulders, but she was still gentle with him, making sure he enjoyed the experience.

For a seemingly interminable quiet moment there was no body contact. But then her hands suddenly slid underneath his armpits and up his bare chest, sending electric chills up and down his spine. Jessica worked insistently at his front, pushing her boobs firmly into his shoulders and neck. Tyler's erection raged on ever harder, tenting the thin fabric of his swimsuit with little resistence. And then as Jessica's hands reached down to his belly, she allowed her knuckles to graze once across his stiff shaft.

But that was it. Her arms slinked away from his body, and her big , soft breasts pulled away from his back. Tyler let out a sigh that contained a small amount of disappointment. But the next words to leave Jessica's lips more than lifted his spirits. "Do me now," she said, her voice somewhat deep and soft. She then moved over to her own towel and laid across it, face-down with her chin resting across where her arms crossed.

Tyler would be ashamed to admit that for a brief moment he thought - he hoped, really - that she was referring to something other than suntan lotion.

But the lotion would be fun, too, he quickly decided. With much eagerness and not a moment's further hesitation he moved beside her. He gazed over the figure of her half-naked body lying in the sun, her light tan reflecting the natural light, practically glowing with beauty. A thought passed through his mind, and before he could change it he was opening the Soothsayer application in his BlueBerry. Jessica is taller, he began to write. But he quickly thought better of it, not wanting to make the same mistake twice.

Women are taller.

And again, he could've cared less about the other women on the beach. He had a goddess to worship right in front of him. A goddess who was growing and expanding and stretching taller right before his very eyes. Even though her proportions were the same, Tyler could swear that she looked stronger. Probably it was the fact that he was in such close proximity to her at the time and the muscle tone in her arms and legs was simply magnified by a small amount, but whatever it was, the effect was astounding nonetheless. Her power was growing with her, it seemed, because even though she was lying still, Tyler found himself in increasing amounts of awe over her. Such was the influence of her sexuality.

Of course, now the breadth of her shoulders was enough that trying to lean over from the side to rub lotion into her would surely get tiring after a short while. So he straddled her; with his legs on either side of her, he sat on the small of her back, careful not to rest his full weight on her. Jessica, thankfully didn't seem to mind, and in fact sighed in content. And so Tyler wasted no time in getting to work. He enjoyed trying to return the same sensual massage that she had given him. Thankfully her shoulders weren't too broad or otherwise muscular, so he didn't have too much trouble keeping a good grip on them. The soft, appreciative moans escpaing from her lips excited him to no end, and he didn't care anymore about his stiff manhood. There wasn't really much he could do to hide it, and the nearest people were far enough away anyway. And so he was able to enjoy himself, unhindered.

He couldn't stay on her shoulders forever, though; the sun was bearing down on them and he didn't want the rest of her to burn. So he raised himself up on his knees, and scooted backwards. He did his best not to outright sit on her ass, but as her hips were the widest part of the lower half of her body, his legs were spread too wide to stop himself from completely avoiding contact.

"Go ahead and sit on it, Ty." Her voice startled him, and he ended up losing his balance and falling on her ample butt anyway. Jessica giggled at his predicament. "It's... probably easier for you that way anyway." But the way she said it, it didn't sound as if she wasn't too convinced of that herself. More likely, she didn't care if it was easier for him that way, and she simply wanted him to sit on her ass.

Shrugging his shoulders and grinning, Tyler went back to work. He slid his lotion-covered hands over the smooth surface of her middle and lower back, applying enough pressure at the right spots to continue the massage. His fingers slid beneath the strap of her bikini top, and he was sorely tempted to pull the knot.

And once again, Jessica seemed to read his mind. "Would you mind sweety?" she said, just as his fingers grazed the thin strip of fabric. "I don't want any lines..."

Well, he certainly couldn't come up with a compelling argument as to why he shouldn't. He already ensured that society was comfortable with toplessness, which was why there were already topless women on the beach to begin with, so...

With a flick of his wrist, the straps of Jessica's black bikini top lay loose across her back. She then pushed herself up and slid the straps over her arms. Even from behind Tyler could see the very sides of her breasts wobbling beneath her, which then compressed and smooshed out to the sides as she laid back down. For good measure Tyler applied a little more lotion to the middle of her back, making sure to get down to her sides to the soft flesh that formed a seam with the area by her ribs.

WIth that out of the way, Tyler had some downtime. He delighted in the view of his incredibly tall girlfriend stretched out before him. 'Amazing' simply wasn't the word for it. His trusty smartphone was granting his fantasies with such ease that he kept questioning whether he was dreaming or not. But did it really matter? If it was a dream, it was tremendously realistic. There was no reason he shouldn't want to keep it alive.

Women are taller.

This time, he was treated by the fact that Jessica was practically growing right out from under him. As her head and shoulders stretched further away from him, her butt swelled beneath him. Her hips widened, forcing his own legs apart at an equal rate.

"Don't forget my legs, baby," Jessica kindly warned her distracted boyfriend.

"Right," he croaked, swallowing the lump that had formed. He then lifted himself up onto his knees and swung his leg over her larger ass. He was momentarily struck dumb at the sight of her second-best feature. Of course, referring to it as her 'second-best' really understated its beauty. Just because her boobs perhaps held more appeal to Tyler's attraction than her ass did, that did not mean that her ass was anything less than perfect. There was a beautiful curve to her hips, and her butt was full, firm, and round. And at the moment, the light of the sun glinted off of its surface in such a way that its sexy shape was emphasized.

Needless to say, Tyler was more than happy to get the opportunity to lay his hands on the bare, smooth surface of those cheeks. Of course he didn't simply spread the lotion across her skin. No, he had to squeeze and fondle, press his fingers into her yielding yet firm flesh, do what he could to enjoy her body while he could. He couldn't help himself; he had been watching his girlfriend grow, and grow more beautiful, all day long, and so far it had only been 'look don't touch'. And here she was, telling him to put his hands on her! Still, though, he did have to show a little restraint; they were in public, after all.

So he moved down to her thighs, which were just as wonderful. They were perhaps a little firmer than her ass, because there was a bit more muscle tone underneath that small layer of fat, but they were sexy nonetheless. And then Tyler got an idea. Just how much could he get away with? If Jessica inherently got turned on by his attention to her body, how far could he go along with that? For pretense, he squirted a little bit extra lotion onto his fingers, and then slowly slid them between her thighs closer to her butt. His fingers were just inches away from her womanhood. He could feel the heat coming off of it. He continued rubbing in circles, getting closer and closer, until his fingertips brushed against the edge of her bikini bottom. A soft sigh escaped Jessica's lips, basically giving him the signal to continue. With a small amount of stealth, he went deeper, sliding the tips of his fingers beneath the damp fabric.

Just ever so slightly, he brushed her lower lips. A sharp gasp escaped Jessica's lips. Tyler repeated the action once, and then twice, and then on the third time his giant girlfriend rotated her hips slightly. So he went a little deeper...

"Mmmm-- Ah! You sure are thorough," she said, quickly trying to compose herself. Then she raised herself up onto her knees, towering over Tyler who sat defeated, but still triumphant, on his butt. She smiled down at him with a naughty smile,

Tyler's gaze was immediately drawn to her boobs, perched bare and jiggling slightly atop her chest. Shaking his head to divert his attention, he looked up at her quizically.

"My back's gotten enough sun for now, I think," she explained. Curious, Tyler grabbed his phone and checked the time. He was surprised to discover how much time he had spent rubbing lotion on her body. "I'd like to do my front now." And without waiting for his response, she spun around and laid down on her back.

Again, Tyler's eyes were drawn to her breasts, and with good reason. Despite their impressive size, they were firm enough that even with the rest of her body horizontal, her boobs were firm enough that they projected upwards by a fair amount. They were still very large, though, and not completely immune to gravity. They drooped to the sides a little. Just the right amount. Her nipples were large and stiff, pointing straight upwards as evidence from the naughty play the two lovers had just shared.

"Remember, baby, there are people here," she warned him in a low voice, with a wink. She was holding the bottle of suntan lotion out for him to take. But just as his fingers were about to wrap around the bottle, she took it away. "On second thought, I'm not sure if I can trust you." She then sat back up again, and Tyler watched, disheartened, as her boobs wobbled and jiggled into place, as if they were mocking him. And then with a smile on her face she began to spread a healthy amount of lotion across her big, enticing breasts. Her fingers sank into her bountiful flesh, her palms ran around it in circles, and when she slid her hands underneath them, she lifted them so that they would fall back and jiggle to a stop.

And Tyler wasn't allowed to touch. But then, he figured, he was already holding his phone in his hands... If he couldn't touch, he could at least watch.

Women are taller.

Tyler's close proximity to his girlfriend was having an increasingly dramatic effect as she grew. She wasn't growing by a greater amount; it was that her height - her size - compared to his own was more obvious when she was right there. If only they weren't both sitting down, he'd be even more astounded when she towered over him. As it was, though, it was still clear that she was mch bigger than he was.

Winking at him one more time, she laid back down, stretching out next to him on a towel that, again, had grown along with her.

She's evil, Tyler finally decided. He didn't want to refer to her as a cocktease, but she sure was good at toying with him.

"I really need something to drink," he said with a tone in his voice meant to playfully accuse her of being mean to him.

"Oohh, that's sounds like a good idea," she chirped with excessive amounts of cheerfulness dripping from her words. "Would you get me one too?" She finished by coyly gliding a finger down the slope of one of her breasts, across her areola.

"Yeah, okay..."

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