You watch Betty open the bottle and pour oil onto her hands, “What are you going to do with that: drown me in it like you nearly drowned me in your tits?”
Betty eye-rolls. “Oh stop being such a drama-queen. You’re a big man (so to speak); you’re fine. No, I’m just going to help you become the bronze Adonis you’re meant to be, with a nice, even tan. Now lie down on your stomach so I can put this on your back.” You give a deep sigh but eventually comply. Despite the way she’s manhandled you so far, it’s not exactly like Betty’s out to get you or anything, and you can’t forget that she set up this pool date entirely for your benefit, which means humoring the giant, beautiful wrestler is the least you can do.
Betty steps over to you and kneels down, straddling herself over you and the tanning chair. Starting at your shoulders, you feel her feminine fingers firmly squeeze and knead the warm oil against your skin, as if she were giving you a professional massage as well. Betty’s hands work their way along the rest of your back, easing all of the tension pent up in your muscles over the course of such an eventful day. Betty hears your cute moans of satisfaction and smiles, happy to finally make things up to you without a hitch. “Oooh...wow, Betty, you’ve really got a way with your hands."
At your words, Betty’s smile turns suggestive as she thinks up a way for you both to enjoy yourselves. “That’s not the only part of me I have a way with, in case you forgot,” she coos before leaning in. Suddenly, you feel something incredibly soft, heavy, and warm pressing against your back, gliding along it back and forth. Your dick instinctively twitches in excitement as you quickly realize that Betty is using her massive tits to smear every bit of oil across your body, making you shudder in pleasure. Betty senses your body stiffening (in more ways than one) and giggles amorously. “Oh myyyy, what happened, Tommy? You’ve gotten so tense all of a sudden. Maybe I should pick up the pace?” You feel your heart rate spike as Betty begins to drag her breasts along you at a faster tempo, moving in a way that makes you want to melt.
As you nearly get lost in the stimulation, you notice the pressure against your back gradually increasing, to the point that you’re starting to get pressed into the elastic bands of the lounge chair. Either Betty’s really trying to press herself against you, or…crap, she’s growing again! Why now, of all times!? You think back to the first time you noticed her grow, when she was teasing you by pressing her tits against you, just like now. Is that it? Does she grow whenever she turns you on too much? As you try to keep your mind focused on solving Betty’s growth, Betty begins to get swept away in her own arousal. She closes her eyes and starts breathing deeply, relishing the sensation of you enjoying her bigger, sexier body, but she fails to notice that she’s slowly growing by the second.You hear the chair creak loudly beneath you as it gradually buckles under Betty’s weight, both you and it getting further eclipsed by her by the second. Just when you think you’re about to be flattened like a pancake, Betty finally lifts her chest off you.
You manage to flip yourself over, and you look up to see Betty breathing hot and heavily above you, a deep blush on her face to signify her excitement. Confirming your fears, you see that Betty is definitely a little bigger than she was before, though it’s hard for you to focus on anything besides the way her massive breasts slowly rise and fall above you with each deep breath she takes. Her eyes locked on you, Betty gives a sultry smile before grabbing the oil bottle and squeezing the last of its contents all over her breasts, making them drip with the glistening oil. “And now, for the front,” she says raggedly, a hungry gleam in her eye.
Before Betty squishes you again, you quickly try to warn her about your discovery. “Wait, Betty, no! You’regrowingbecauseof--PUMFF.” With a loud, fleshy thud, Betty silences you by plopping her massive oily tit onto your body, her hardened nipple digging into your chest while your head and cock sink deeply into her yielding flesh. Closing her eyes to better enjoy every little sensation she’s feeling, Betty lets out a long, satisfied purr while relentlessly dragging her tit along your body. You feel yourself practically drowning in Betty’s soft, oily flesh while it rubs against you and your cock in just the right way. Your muffled voice goans in both pleasure and frustration against Betty, the stimulating vibrations you’re giving her encouraging her to continue pressing herself against you. Betty’s not sure if it’s the serum, the bigger body, or what, but she feels so much more…sensitive around you lately, the thought of you loving every inch of her bigger, more powerful body exciting her immensely. Being this big might not be so bad after all.
The reduced oxygen eventually takes its toll on you, reducing your muffled groans to a dull murmur. Fortunately, the dwindling stimulation against her skin gives Betty a chance to calm herself down. Coming out of her aroused daze, she lifts her chest off you and looks you over with an affectionate grin. Finally free, you’re left in a steaming, oily heap on the chair, gasping heavily with a glassy-eyed look on your face. For a moment, Betty wonders if she might’ve gone a little too far with her playing (for a moment there, it seemed like you were worried about something, and you’re suddenly taking a long time to say something now), but then she notices that your cock is still hard, which she takes as a good sign. Clearly a part of you enjoyed her special treat, a lot, and she probably just left you too speechless to say so. Playing the whole thing off, she jokes, “There, all done! Unless, of course, you think I missed any hard to reach spot?" Betty gently prods your cock with a finger, making you wince one more time in pleasure.
“N-no, I’m fine, thanks,” you manage to cough out. Geez, it’s like this girl doesn’t know when to quit.
Betty pulls her hand away, finally giving you a break. “Alright then, but, if you ever want some more, all you have to do is ask,” she hums before returning to her chair.
Well that was…something.You certainly weren’t expecting Betty to grow on you like that, and you’re kinda amazed you lived through it. With no clear end to Betty’s growth in sight, you’re going to have to tread a little more carefully around her, especially when she offers to do you any more “special favors.” As it is, you’re still not entirely sure what sparks her growth spurts. Your working theory is that she grows whenever she turns you on, but how can you prove it?
You curiously look over at Betty and see her applying the tanning oil to herself now, using the oil that was concentrated on her chest. You watch each time as one of her hands glide from her massive chest to another part of her body, making an even coat along her slender arms, her wide hips, and her meaty legs. It’s hard for you to look away. It’s as if anything she does is 10 times hotter at this size, even when she’s not even trying. When you feel your cock longingly twitch in your shorts at the sight of Betty, you see her visibly grow a few more inches. Betty’s chair, already struggling intensely before, quickly buckles under the sudden extra weight, making Betty fall to the floor as it crumples. She lets out a surprised “Oooh,” but her even bigger body is completely unscathed as it (eventually) jiggles to a stop.
Yep, she’s definitely growing from your arousal
What next?
1. You explain to Betty what's happening. How does she respond to knowing she grows whenever she turns you on?
2. Hoping to stifle Betty's growth, you try to ignore her by lying back to take a relaxing nap, but Betty's likely having too much fun to let you be (maybe she decides to climb into your chair after hers breaks).
Betty eye-rolls. “Oh stop being such a drama-queen. You’re a big man (so to speak); you’re fine. No, I’m just going to help you become the bronze Adonis you’re meant to be, with a nice, even tan. Now lie down on your stomach so I can put this on your back.” You give a deep sigh but eventually comply. Despite the way she’s manhandled you so far, it’s not exactly like Betty’s out to get you or anything, and you can’t forget that she set up this pool date entirely for your benefit, which means humoring the giant, beautiful wrestler is the least you can do.
Betty steps over to you and kneels down, straddling herself over you and the tanning chair. Starting at your shoulders, you feel her feminine fingers firmly squeeze and knead the warm oil against your skin, as if she were giving you a professional massage as well. Betty’s hands work their way along the rest of your back, easing all of the tension pent up in your muscles over the course of such an eventful day. Betty hears your cute moans of satisfaction and smiles, happy to finally make things up to you without a hitch. “Oooh...wow, Betty, you’ve really got a way with your hands."
At your words, Betty’s smile turns suggestive as she thinks up a way for you both to enjoy yourselves. “That’s not the only part of me I have a way with, in case you forgot,” she coos before leaning in. Suddenly, you feel something incredibly soft, heavy, and warm pressing against your back, gliding along it back and forth. Your dick instinctively twitches in excitement as you quickly realize that Betty is using her massive tits to smear every bit of oil across your body, making you shudder in pleasure. Betty senses your body stiffening (in more ways than one) and giggles amorously. “Oh myyyy, what happened, Tommy? You’ve gotten so tense all of a sudden. Maybe I should pick up the pace?” You feel your heart rate spike as Betty begins to drag her breasts along you at a faster tempo, moving in a way that makes you want to melt.
As you nearly get lost in the stimulation, you notice the pressure against your back gradually increasing, to the point that you’re starting to get pressed into the elastic bands of the lounge chair. Either Betty’s really trying to press herself against you, or…crap, she’s growing again! Why now, of all times!? You think back to the first time you noticed her grow, when she was teasing you by pressing her tits against you, just like now. Is that it? Does she grow whenever she turns you on too much? As you try to keep your mind focused on solving Betty’s growth, Betty begins to get swept away in her own arousal. She closes her eyes and starts breathing deeply, relishing the sensation of you enjoying her bigger, sexier body, but she fails to notice that she’s slowly growing by the second.You hear the chair creak loudly beneath you as it gradually buckles under Betty’s weight, both you and it getting further eclipsed by her by the second. Just when you think you’re about to be flattened like a pancake, Betty finally lifts her chest off you.
You manage to flip yourself over, and you look up to see Betty breathing hot and heavily above you, a deep blush on her face to signify her excitement. Confirming your fears, you see that Betty is definitely a little bigger than she was before, though it’s hard for you to focus on anything besides the way her massive breasts slowly rise and fall above you with each deep breath she takes. Her eyes locked on you, Betty gives a sultry smile before grabbing the oil bottle and squeezing the last of its contents all over her breasts, making them drip with the glistening oil. “And now, for the front,” she says raggedly, a hungry gleam in her eye.
Before Betty squishes you again, you quickly try to warn her about your discovery. “Wait, Betty, no! You’regrowingbecauseof--PUMFF.” With a loud, fleshy thud, Betty silences you by plopping her massive oily tit onto your body, her hardened nipple digging into your chest while your head and cock sink deeply into her yielding flesh. Closing her eyes to better enjoy every little sensation she’s feeling, Betty lets out a long, satisfied purr while relentlessly dragging her tit along your body. You feel yourself practically drowning in Betty’s soft, oily flesh while it rubs against you and your cock in just the right way. Your muffled voice goans in both pleasure and frustration against Betty, the stimulating vibrations you’re giving her encouraging her to continue pressing herself against you. Betty’s not sure if it’s the serum, the bigger body, or what, but she feels so much more…sensitive around you lately, the thought of you loving every inch of her bigger, more powerful body exciting her immensely. Being this big might not be so bad after all.
The reduced oxygen eventually takes its toll on you, reducing your muffled groans to a dull murmur. Fortunately, the dwindling stimulation against her skin gives Betty a chance to calm herself down. Coming out of her aroused daze, she lifts her chest off you and looks you over with an affectionate grin. Finally free, you’re left in a steaming, oily heap on the chair, gasping heavily with a glassy-eyed look on your face. For a moment, Betty wonders if she might’ve gone a little too far with her playing (for a moment there, it seemed like you were worried about something, and you’re suddenly taking a long time to say something now), but then she notices that your cock is still hard, which she takes as a good sign. Clearly a part of you enjoyed her special treat, a lot, and she probably just left you too speechless to say so. Playing the whole thing off, she jokes, “There, all done! Unless, of course, you think I missed any hard to reach spot?" Betty gently prods your cock with a finger, making you wince one more time in pleasure.
“N-no, I’m fine, thanks,” you manage to cough out. Geez, it’s like this girl doesn’t know when to quit.
Betty pulls her hand away, finally giving you a break. “Alright then, but, if you ever want some more, all you have to do is ask,” she hums before returning to her chair.
Well that was…something.You certainly weren’t expecting Betty to grow on you like that, and you’re kinda amazed you lived through it. With no clear end to Betty’s growth in sight, you’re going to have to tread a little more carefully around her, especially when she offers to do you any more “special favors.” As it is, you’re still not entirely sure what sparks her growth spurts. Your working theory is that she grows whenever she turns you on, but how can you prove it?
You curiously look over at Betty and see her applying the tanning oil to herself now, using the oil that was concentrated on her chest. You watch each time as one of her hands glide from her massive chest to another part of her body, making an even coat along her slender arms, her wide hips, and her meaty legs. It’s hard for you to look away. It’s as if anything she does is 10 times hotter at this size, even when she’s not even trying. When you feel your cock longingly twitch in your shorts at the sight of Betty, you see her visibly grow a few more inches. Betty’s chair, already struggling intensely before, quickly buckles under the sudden extra weight, making Betty fall to the floor as it crumples. She lets out a surprised “Oooh,” but her even bigger body is completely unscathed as it (eventually) jiggles to a stop.
Yep, she’s definitely growing from your arousal
What next?
1. You explain to Betty what's happening. How does she respond to knowing she grows whenever she turns you on?
2. Hoping to stifle Betty's growth, you try to ignore her by lying back to take a relaxing nap, but Betty's likely having too much fun to let you be (maybe she decides to climb into your chair after hers breaks).
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May 31, 2023
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