Miss Parks straightened up and looked speculatively at her breasts before cupping them with her hands and squeezing lightly. "Well, they're certainly bigger. I--" She looked at me and blushed. "I was afraid you were going to make them impossibly huge." She glanced back down and let go of her breasts, tucking her hands behind her back. Maybe to avoid temptation? I thought. She'd said she was really horny...
"Well, I mean, that would be unhealthy; all that weight. Also, um, kinda gross." I blushed at my stammering and decided to go for broke. "So...can I feel them too?"
"Joe?" Cathy looked confused. "If you wanted to touch my breasts you could just wish for me to let you, right? Or did you want to know what having breasts feels like?" She gave me a wicked grin. "Or you could just grow your own pair."
"Well, yeah, but that's, um, wishing to touch you is kinda--impolite?" I faltered to a halt and she lifted one eyebrow in disbelief. "I'm trying to do the right thing!" I protested. "I mean, you're not a puppet or toy, even if my ring can make you do what I want, so asking you is just-- good manners I guess." I finished lamely.
Cathy was blushing furiously, or maybe she was flushed, I wasn't sure. I mean, maybe women always blush all the way down to their nipples but guys only get to see it if they're married or whatever. She looked liked she was finding it as hard to express herself as I was.
"Joe, I'm already risking prison if anyone saw you come in here and it gets out that I took my top off for you. Can you imagine how much worse it would be if I let you touch me? Let you stroke and squeeze and fondle these huge breasts you've given me..." Her hands had crept back to her boobs as she talked and she was gently playing with herself. She didn't seem to be seeing me at all, and her pupils were really large.
"Cathy!" I said, trying to get her attention. "I wish that nothing that happens between us will endanger you, or your job, or your standing in the community." I paused to see if she'd snapped out of wherever her mind had gone, and she seemed to be paying more attention. "Um, does that cover it? Or is there something else I should add to the wish?"
Miss Park's mouth was hanging open. "You, you." She stopped and swallowed before continuing. "That was a pretty sweeping wish Joe, I'm not sure what all that might encompass." She hadn't let go of her breasts, but wasn't massaging them anymore either. "I think, to answer your earlier question... yes, you can feel them."
My pulse was pounding a mile a minute as she walked over to me and bent down slightly. "Knowing that I'm not in any danger means I can let myself do whatever you want me to." Her perfume and sweat were making me lightheaded. "Please fondle my breasts Joe, I want you to enjoy them--to enjoy me. However you want to." She was shivering, almost quivering in place. I raised my hands and slowly stroked her breasts. Her stiffened nipples dug into my palms as I squeezed her tits. "Oh Joe, oh yes!" Her musk was strong and fresh, and when I slid my hand down to her waist she caught her breath and stared at me with a kind of hunger.
"Cathy, I want you to..."