His Dream Girl 2

She tapped on the last missed call, mentally preparing herself as she waited for someone to pick up.

“Emily?” her mom answered.

“Hey, Mama. How’s your trip going?”

“It’s going fine. Are you okay? You wouldn’t answer your phone.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got caught up with something and forgot to check it.”

“Oh, really?” Jessica teased. “I wonder what it could be that had you so distracted.”

As Emily rolled her eyes, she heard a muffled voice in the background.

“Yes, Michael, it’s Emily! She said she’s fine.”

“Sorry for worrying you,” Emily said, twirling her bangs guiltily.

“It’s okay, baby.” Jessica replied, her voice sincere. “Just make sure we can get to you, okay?”

“Alright.”

“Anyway, your dad and I were just about to leave for the beach, so we’ll talk to you later. We love you.”

“Love you, too,” Emily said before hanging up.

She had briefly thought about telling them about her changes, but she decided to make it a surprise. She wanted to see the look on their faces when they found out that she had become just as gorgeous as her mom while they were gone.

Speaking of which, she had grown even more over the course of the day yesterday. Both her jeans and her bra were completely impossible to put on now, and it almost felt like she was wearing a thong when she stretched her panties over her hips and ass. She could still wear the shirt…as long as she was comfortable with baring her midriff and showing off a pair of very prominent headlights.

She was an utter bombshell. Each of her breasts were as big as her head, with inch-long nipples extending from three inch wide areolas. Even with those, though, she still managed to look extremely bottom-heavy — with ultra-wide hips and thighs, and a huge, meaty bubble butt that jiggled with each step she took.

She hadn’t grown much overnight, but that was probably for the best. As much as she would love to get even bigger, she wanted to find some clothes that she wouldn’t just grow out of in a day.

She scoured her parents’ closet for anything that might fit her, and eventually decided on a pair of her dad’s sweatpants and a hoodie that was thick enough to hide the protrusion of her nipples. They were still pretty tight, but the way they fit over her body just made her look fat more than anything else. That was fine for now, though. She just needed something that wouldn’t get her kicked out of a clothing store for being too scandalous.

* * *

32L.

Even after coming back from her shopping trip, Emily couldn’t help but stare at the tag on her new bra. There had been only one of that size at the specialty shop that she had gone to. Between that and the difficulty she had finding good-looking clothes that fit, it looked like Emily would be doing most of her shopping through custom orders from now on.

She thought back over her day and smiled. The woman that fitted her for her bra spent every other sentence complimenting Emily’s figure, and when Emily had finally walked out of the clothing store with an outfit that had fit her correctly, she was constantly turning heads.

She was sexy. The word echoed in her mind and warmed her thoughts. She had never felt so good about herself in her life.

She decided that tomorrow she would apologize to Jacob for turning him down and ask him out. He had somehow wanted her even before all of this, so she was sure he would say yes.

Ready to celebrate, she took out the final toy she would use for the weekend. She hefted the giant black dildo in her hands and playfully licked up all fifteen inches of the shaft. She had only used it once before, and it had been one of the most intense experiences of her life. She was sure that her new body would only add to that.

She pressed the dildo firmly onto the living room’s hardwood floor, securing it to the ground with the suction cup that was attached to the base. She gazed longingly at it, imagining it was Jacob’s as he laid on the floor, waiting for her to ride him. She had to remind herself that it was extremely unlikely that Jacob was anywhere nearthis big, but a small part of her couldn’t help but argue that it was at least possible. She knew that cocks that big existed, since she had seen one enter her mom all those years ago.

She stood over it and squatted down, her knees spread wide as she felt the tip nudge against her dripping pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto it, gasping as a shaft as thick as her forearm went inside of her. She leaned back on her hands as she neared the base, shuddering when the change in angle made her feel the end of the dildo press against the inside of her belly. She let out a high pitched moan as her big, soft ass fell onto the dildo’s silicone balls.

“Oh god. Mmmn!“

Trying her best to keep balance, she began bouncing up and down, pounding her pussy onto the dildo as hard as she could. Her enormous ass jiggled all over the place, while her boobs bounced just out of sync with the rest of her body, pulling heavily at her chest as they swung and repeatedly slapped against her torso.

“Nnh! Yes! Yesyesyesyes!“

Her body went rigid in orgasm, and her insides repeatedly contracted around the dildo, trying desperately to milk it for cum that didn’t exist. As she shook in ecstasy, she hoped that it wouldn’t be too long before she could have Jacob pump her full of his seed, giving her needy pussy what it craved.

She went on like that for a couple more hours, only stopping because she had to wake up early for school tomorrow. After taking a shower, she laid down in her bed, hugging her breasts in her arms as she nodded off with a smile.

* * *

Jacob was anxious as he waited for Emily to enter the biology classroom, wondering how he should act around her. What if she was still down about Hannah’s insult? Should he compliment her looks? Would that be weird? Should he just pretend everything was normal between them? That didn’t seem like the right thing to do, but…

As he agonized over Emily, he suddenly smelled that heavenly scent from Friday. His face twisted into a scowl. Why was Hannah here? She didn’t even have this class.

He looked up…and his brain promptly shut down at the sight of the person walking toward him.

It was Emily. Somehow. Her beautiful — and apparently now acne-free — face was easily recognizable, but everything else…holy fuck. It was as if she had stepped right out of one of his wet dreams.

She wore a black skirt that looked like it was meant to end somewhere around her shins, but because it had to deal with such ludicrously wide hips paired with a similarly massive ass, it actually ended an inch or two above her knees. Her top was a simple white blouse that was simultaneously modest and mouth-watering. The cut wasn’t low enough to reveal any cleavage, but it clung tightly to her chest, revealing every tantalizing curve of her…what, J cups? He had no idea — he just knew that they were big.

He saw Emily smile out of the corner of his eye. “Jacob?”

He grimaced as he realized that he had just spent several seconds openly ogling her while she just stood there next to their lab desk. He was suddenly very aware of the uncomfortable erection straining against his pants, and he desperately hoped that Emily didn’t notice it as well.

He looked up at her and tried his best to keep his eyes from straying downward, no matter how impossible that seemed.

“H-hey.” His voice cracked! Fuck!

She covered her mouth, her melodic giggles ringing in his ears like bells. As she sat down next to him, he couldn’t help but stare as her butt overflowed around the edges of the stool. She frowned, looking uncomfortable, but when she saw where he was looking, she smiled and shifted in her seat, her ass jiggling as she found a better position. He was glad they sat in the back corner, otherwise it wouldn’t be just him getting such a good show.

He knew he should’ve looked away. The way he was staring at her had to be creepy as hell, but…she didn’t look mad. She just smiled at him with a slight flush in her cheeks. She wanted him to look at her like this. He bet she wouldn’t even mind if he smacked that glorious ass for being such a sexy little tease.

He blanched and quickly turned away, focusing on the front of the classroom. That would be the most idiotic fucking thing he could possibly do. Emily wasn’t some piece of meat for him to salivate over. How shitty of a person was he for even thinking that?

His self-deprecating thoughts served to distract him for a little while, but a couple minutes after the bell rang to signal the beginning of second period, he couldn’t help but obsess over that scent permeating the air. He looked around. No one else seemed bothered by it, though he did see a few glances dart toward Emily when she wasn’t looking. Did no one else smell it? How was that possible? It was everywhere, filling his nostrils and seeping into his skin. What was it, anyway? Did Emily find out what perfume Hannah was using and get it over the weekend? Did perfume even get this strong?

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring it. In his state of arousal, the scent of milk made him think of his biggest fetish. He imagined suckling at Emily’s teats as breast-milk flooded from her engorged nipples. She pulled him away and kissed him even as he slid his cock into her, her milk spraying in every direction as her basketball sized tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. They were growing, filling with even more milk than before. His hands were wrapped around her ass, tightly gripping her softness as he fucked her. Her breasts kept on growing and growing until they reached his ideal size — so big that he’d never admit it to anyone for fear of being seen as nothing but a pervert.

After a long while of daydreaming, he heard Emily shifting at his side. She looked agitated about something, but her features softened when he looked at her. She was absolutely perfect, her body pulled straight out of his dreams. True, he wished that her boobs were even bigger, but they were still big enough to drive him wild.

Emily smirked as he stared at her. She leaned over the black lab desk, dropping her breasts onto the table, acting as if she needed the rest. He nearly came in his pants at the sight of her breasts squishing against the hard surface. He could even see the outline of her bra through her shirt — her breasts plumping up slightly at the top edge of the cups. Damn, even a bra as big as that one couldn’t contain her.

They were right there…he could just grab them and fondle them and suck on them, and he would be in heaven. There was nothing stopping him. Emily had her arms crossed around her waist and was looking at him as if begging him to take her.

His hand lifted slightly, but before he could go too far, the bell rung, snapping him slightly out of his trance.

God! They were in the middle of class! What was he thinking? Emily wouldn’t want him to grope her. She turned him down the last time he saw her, for christs sake! The only reason she wasn’t slapping him for gawking at her was probably because she had finally gotten over her image issues and was enjoying the attention. That was likely to change if he kept being such a creep.

“Jacob? Is something wrong?” the angel sitting beside him asked.

She looked confused and a little upset. His heart raced. Did she realize what he was just about to do?

“N-no. You go ahead. I’ll meet up with you in English.” There was no way he could get up now. He was still rock hard, and he wasn’t going to be able to hide it without adjusting himself.

“…Okay.”

Hesitantly, she got up and walked out of the classroom, holding her bag behind her butt as her hips swung hypnotically from side to side. His manhood twitched when he realized that with her arms pulled back he could still see the outer curves of her breasts from behind.

He looked around at everyone else getting up to leave and realized that he had completely lost track of time. How long had he just been sitting there daydreaming? It felt like class had just started, but it had apparently been over an hour. He didn’t even remember hearing the teacher talking.

He spent a minute trying to calm down, but it was no use. That smell was still lingering in the air, and it just kept reminding him of his fantasies. He adjusted himself when no one was looking and rose from his seat. As he got up, though, he caught a glance at the seat beside him and stared. A small puddle of wetness pooled around the center of the lab stool.

He reached a shaking hand to the seat that Emily had just been sitting in and dipped a finger in the liquid. He slowly brought it up to his nose and sniffed. The pure, concentrated form of the scent that had been plaguing him all period burned into his airways, leaving him dazed and unbelievably horny.

Without thinking, Jacob licked his finger, and his mind exploded.

Milk and honey. Dripping breasts and dripping pussies. Big, wide hips and massive asses and pillowy lips and huge, gargantuan breasts that outweighed everything else and were full to bursting with sweet, delicious milk.

He needed to find Emily.

* * *

Emily stood in the bathroom stall, frowning at the stain in the back of her skirt.

She had already been getting wet from the furtive glances she had been receiving all day — Hannah’s shocked expression in first period was particularly stimulating — but seeing Jacob just stare at her in obvious arousal had her absolutely drenched. This was easily the wettest she’d ever gotten in public. As it was, she might have to spend next period in the bathroom to wait for her skirt to dry out.

Also, both to her dismay and excitement, she was growing again. It seemed to only be focused on her breasts this time, and her bra was already starting to feel quite constricting. If she wasn’t in public she would’ve been thrilled. The possibility of getting big enough to burst out of a 32L bra was awesome, but she didn’t want it to happen while people were around. Okay, maybe a small part of her did want it to, but in the end her ego outmatched her id on this occasion.

She wouldn’t mind it happening in front of Jacob, though. He obviously had taken a liking to her new tits. Or had he? One minute he was staring at them, and the next he suddenly looked angry and turned away. He did the same thing when he looked at her butt, too. Did she go too far with the teasing? She honestly couldn’t help herself when he was so obviously enraptured by her body. He had seemed to like what she was doing…until he didn’t.

Her phone vibrated in her bag. It was a text from Jacob.

can you meet me behind the school?

Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he would try asking her out again? Maybe he’d even…no, probably not, but a girl could hope. She texted him back saying she was coming.

Just before she left the stall, though, she heard other people enter the bathroom.

“I can’t believe that little slut got a boob job,” Hannah Burton said.

“It had to be more than that. Didn’t you see her butt?” replied her friend. Wasn’t her name April or something?

A third girl spoke up. “I’m telling you, she’d have to get, like, full-on plastic surgery to get that kind of body, and no one can heal from that in just one weekend. It was probably growth hormones or something.”

“If that kind of thing existed, then why would anyone get a fake tits?” April(?) asked sarcastically.

Hannah huffed. “Either way, it’s fucking gross.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind having bigger boobs, but there’s such a thing as too big.”

Hannah laughed. “And the stupid cow is flaunting it all around like she wants to suck every dick in the school. Fucking whore.”

Their conversation went on like that until they eventually left the bathroom. Emily looked down at herself. Is that what everyone thought? That she had gotten plastic surgery or took some kind of drug to get like this? It…it shouldn’t have bothered her, but it did. She’d been getting so proud of her body; she didn’t like the thought of anyone thinking it was fake.

Was that why Jacob had gotten angry all of the sudden? That he thought she was fake?

She suddenly wasn’t feeling very confident about meeting him behind the school, but she had to go. It was the only way to find out how he felt about her.

After the bell for third period rang, she left the bathroom. No one was in the hallways, but she held her bag behind her just in case. She went out the back exit of the school and saw Jacob in the distance. The sight of him sent another shiver through her womanhood, and to her surprise she felt a warm, tingling sensation around her nipples as well. That was new.

He was facing away from her, leaning his side on the brick wall of the school, his heel bouncing rapidly on the ground. Emily walked up behind him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Hey.”

He flinched and started to turn around, but then he stopped himself.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you out here,” he said. His shoulders were tense, and there was a quality to his tone that she couldn’t quite place.

He made to leave.

“Wait!”

Emily grabbed his hand, and they both froze. The moment her skin touched his, she felt the tingling in her nipples intensify and radiate throughout the entirety of her breasts. She let out a little whine of pleasure as she felt her bra snap, the cups falling away slightly so that her nipples were exposed to the inside of her shirt. She felt something warm and wet trickle down the front of her boobs.

Unaware of her situation, Jacob pulled his hand away and turned.

“Emily, I…” He trailed off, staring wide-eyed at her breasts.

A hand was on her shoulder before she could say anything, pushing her back to the wall. Jacob pulled in close, his other arm slamming on the wall behind her. His chest was pressing against her breasts, and she could feel his rapid, shallow breathing.

Was he going to do it? She felt wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs. He was so close that she had to look up to see his face. She tilted her head, ready for him to take her, but seeing his expression immediately dampened her mood.

Pure anguish. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn’t know what.

“J-Jacob?”

He pulled away from her as if she were on fire, and she thought she could see his eyes glistening before he turned away.

“I,” his voice wavered. “I need to go. I’m sorry.”

He quickly went back inside, and she had no idea what to do.

* * *

What the fuck was wrong with him?!

Jacob stalked down the hallways, wiping at his eyes as his horror transformed into self-directed rage. The moment he sent that text he knew it was the wrong decision. What was he going to say? “Hey Emily, I know you said you didn’t want to go out with me last week, but now you’re even hotter than before so can I fuck you?” Fucking idiot.

When she held his hand, he began to think that maybe she would hear him out…that what he was going to ask her wasn’t completely fucking stupid, but then he saw her and she was…

She was beyond sexy, beyond beautiful — her angelic face and full, parted lips a picture of feminine pleasure, her breasts exploding from the confines of her bra, her nipples forming giant tents in her shirt as they soaked the fabric in leaking breast-milk, revealing beautifully large, pink areolas. There was no single word good enough to describe her.