If she had a hard time getting her shorts off, she had an even harder time getting her bikini on. She struggled to get her B-cup top on, much to her surprised annoyance. It had just fit last week, and it should not have shrunk in the wash -- not this much! But that was the only explanation she could think of. Refusing to contemplate the other option, that her breasts were getting bigger. Despite subconsciously noting their increased heft as she struggled to get them int he cups and the increasing weight on her shoulders. They were also more sensitive, and she moaned more than once as her swelling nipples rubbed against the fabric of her top.
Then she tried to put on her bottoms, but they squeezed her thighs to the point it hurt. For a moment she grit her teeth and tried to wrestle them up past her smooth, bountiful curves -- wondering again how in the world her bikini had shrunk so much. Then she decided that even if she could get them up, it could be bad for her circulation, and decided, To hell with it. This was a private pool on the edge of town, she could be bottomless in it if she wanted to.
It's not like her boyfriend would mind.
She smirked, then moaned again as heat surged through her body at the thought of Steve seeing her body. She could feel her vagina get wet, her lower lips plumping with blood as sweet, intoxicating juice begin to flow from them. She hadn't been this aroused in a long time -- maybe ever.
"Oh goood..."
She fought to keep from touching herself, and shook her head. Dazedly she wondered what had gotten into her; was she sick? She felt almost feverish, with a chill running through her as she resisted the need to pleasure herself. But she'd never heard of a disease that made you horny.
"No, I'm sure I'm fine. I just need to relax. I just need... Steve..."
She scooped up her phone and sent a quick text to her boyfriend:
"Hurry home
I want you
Ill be waiting in the pool
Hurry"
"Okay"
She barely glanced at his reply before tossing the phone onto the bed and strutting out onto the patio. She felt sexiness oozing through her with every step, a primal hunger building in her loins; so powerful, so alive! With a sultry growl she paused at the edge of the pool.
This thing has to go!
Her boobs were overflowing comically -- and painfully -- from her top, while the strap dug into her back. She reached up, struggled with a clasp, then tossed it back on the patio. Sweet relief flooded her as her growing bust bounced free, together with a wave of carnal pleasure and pride. She caught her swinging breasts, moaning deeply, her legs trembling at the rush of pleasure from her touch. There was no denying they were bigger now -- more than twice their normal size, and so heavy. But firm, and almost unnaturally perky. And so, so sensitive.
"Gaaaaawd... oh... oh that's so much better..."
She should have been concerned. But while a thread of worry did snake through the back of her mind, she was just too hot -- too horny -- to really think about it. Her mind was filled with the need to be touched, to be filled, to be lusted after. To pin Steve down and fuck his brains out.
Still moaning, she sank down to a sitting position, only reluctantly taking her hands from her breasts to ease herself into the pool. She shivered as the cool liquid rose to her vulva, squirming lightly as it stimulated her hot flesh, mixing with her own fluids, which swirled out to taint the water.
Settling on the submerged stone bench that ran around the sides of the pool, Michelle leaned back, luxuriating in the sensation as the water lapped up to and over her breasts, their smooth curves jutting out proud like two pale mountains of seduction, submerging into the deep. Savouring the soft, sweet pleasure of her newly huge, cushiony rear pressing into the stone. She closed her eyes as she let her left hand return to fondling her tits, while sliding her right hand down her impossibly sensitive stomach to her engorged, silky folds.
"Oh god... oh yes..."
She arched her back, feeling a release of tension as it popped softly, gaining height; muscles stretching and growing subtly to help her support and display her rack. Her hips popped too, giving her an exaggerated, impossible hourglass figure; wide hips and thick thighs leading smoothly to sinfully long legs and feet dainty yet strong. Her waist was narrow by comparison, her core tighter even than before, the hint of a four-pack leading up to her overflowing bosom. Slowly her body completed its groth from her modest Bs and 5'5" statue until she displayed a G-cup bust on a strong but lusciously female frame, six feet tall. Her lips were a touch fuller, her lashes longer, her hair long and soft, an alluring sheen to its black tresses. The slit of green peeping from beneath her eyelids burned with a wild green, a deep beauty and the fire of animal passion.
She was a complete sex goddess.
And she knew it in every fibre of her flushed body. Her fingers slipped into her vagina, slowly at first, quickening as the changes -- and the heat -- built up. The tension mounting in her body as she jilled herself. Fuck Steve. She couldn't wait for him. She needed to cum. NOW.
Half-panting, half-screaming, she bucked her hips against her hand as her thumb toyed with her swollen clit. The water splashed around her frantic form, choppy waves widening out form her, droplets flying up until she was drenched, her whole body covered in a sensual sheen of water and sweat.
And finally, with a feral cry, she came, squirting more fluid out into the agitated water. Pleasured roared through her, an electric detonation that made every nerve burn white; melting her mind, shifting something deep within her. This was the best orgasm she'd ever had, but it was just the beginning.