Megavixens

by:	Bobbie Bazooms

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Rating: R	Add Review	Added: 06/13/2007
Complete: yes
Synopsis:	Linda and Bobbie enjoy their female bodies and find out there may be unexpected consequences to strutting their stuff. This is another installment in the story of Henry and Bobby Benton which began in Presto-Chango Dating Service.
Categories:	Magical Transformations
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"Oh, my GOSH!" Gene Bynum exclaimed from behind the steering wheel of the white Dodge van. "That is just wrong on so many levels!"

"Man, how old do you thinks she is?" his coworker, John Prudhomme, asked from the passenger seat of their work vehicle. "Ten, eleven?"

"Somewhere in there," the driver responded. He made a slight veer as he maneuvered the van through the condominium complex's parking lot. "She's way too young to have a set of tits that big!"

In a line of empty parking spaces, a little girl with long, dark hair fixed into twin ponytails was merrily skipping rope and setting in motion the two exceptionally large breasts jutting from her tiny body. The girl was clearly a child. But, she possessed the tits of a much older, well-endowed woman on her chest. With each playful hop, the sweet-faced child's astonishing projections jiggled and shook up, down and all around. All the vigorous movement on her chest did not look comfortable. But, the girl certainly appeared to be enjoying herself as she skipped along. The rhythm of her bouncing breasts was synchronized with the rise and fall of her adorable ponytails. The white shorts and tennis shoes she was dressed in were no different than those worn by other girls her age. However, the low neckline of her hot pink tank top exposed half the child's rising flesh balloons when her oversized mammaries leapt upwards from her black bra cups. It looked as if the giggling child's breasts might flop out of their titslings at any moment

As their vehicle drew nearer to the buxom baby, the men stared wide-eyed at the hopping girl who appeared completely oblivious to the quaking knockers upon her chest. She also seemed unaware of the approaching van. That is, until it was almost directly upon her. Then, she suddenly ceased jumping rope and her face became completely fixed on those of the two men ogling her from behind the windows of the automobile. The little girl was devoid of expression. Her face was a blank mask as her eyes followed those of the men who rolled past her.

"Oh, shit she saw us!" John groaned. He and his buddy ducked their heads down in shame as they continued to feel the girl's eyes stare holes through them. After they had completely passed her, the men glanced into their rear-view mirrors to get a parting look and see if the young brunette might resume her bosomy exhibition.

The girl continued peering at them for a moment. But, quickly dismissed the men and went right back to gleefully skipping rope and juggling her big hooters.

"I am fixing to have to jack off," John groaned.

"No shit. The first thing I'm going to do is ask these people if they have a bathroom so I can squeeze one off in their toilet," Gene said nervously. "That is just wrong on so many levels."

Bobbie went back to jumping rope as the two creepy men in the van disappeared around the bend. She was used to older men staring at her boobies. It was something that happened everyday. She and her mom generated a lot of male attention now that they had such big chests.

Her mom, Linda, called guys like them 'lookie-loos.'

"They're just lookie-loos, Bobbie," she would say about the males gawking at their huge, jiggling breasts. "Just let 'em have a good, long look and get their jollies."

Linda tried to appear indifferent to all the men gaping at her massive bosoms. But, Bobbie knew better. His mother had craved that kind of male attention since long before Bobbie was even born. It was a big part of why she became a female in the first place. Why else would she keep the dildo Bobbie had found in her nightstand drawer. Bobbie was well aware that his former father used it on nights when her boyfriend, Bruce, did not come over and the experience of being a sex object had gotten her unbearably worked up.

Bobbie could relate to that as well. When she was a boy, she hardly ever masturbated. But, as a girl, she could not go all day without having to relieve some of the pressure caused by the sensations of her curvaceous body and men's constant, unrelenting stares.

Even now, her privates were growing wet from the feeling of her jumbo boobies flopping around like crazy. An ear to ear smile covered her innocent babyface as she giggled and bounced around.

'whomp, whomp, whomp'

Her overgrown tits shook up and down.

Being a girl was the best!

She enjoyed her body's pleasures for a few more minutes before yielding to her innate laziness and the irresistible urge to go inside and sit on her shapely ass.

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Linda Benton's breasts were extremely heavy. With every brisk stride she took while jogging on the treadmill, her giant mounds swung like blimp-shaped pendulums upon her once male chest. Linda's gray spandex running bra did not offer anywhere near the amount of support needed to prevent her enormous mammaries from slamming like big, meaty waves against her torso. In the few short minutes that she had been exercising, a ring of sweat had dampened the plunging neckline of her bra and perspiration glistened over her vast cleavage. Toting a load like Linda's was a lot of hard work!

She breathed deeply as her running shoes fell upon the rubber tread in an even cadence. Over the whir of the engine, she could hear the skin- on-skin 'slap' of her breasts smacking against her rib cage. Irritated, she eased herself off the exercise machine just long enough to turn up her stereo until it drowned out all the background noise interfering with her music. Now satisfied, she continued her workout to the passionate sound of Neil Young's 'Cowgirl In The Sand.'

Entering the condo, Bobbie heard her mom's stereo and walked back into Linda's bedroom where she found her mother jogging.

Linda glanced over at her daughter for the briefest of instances, then continued looking straight ahead.

Bobbie was quite familiar with her parent's gigantic bosoms and wide, rounded buttocks. Plus, she now had all the same equipment herself! But, the spectacle of all that quaking female flesh never stopped being fun. So, the girl plopped down sideways on her mom's bed, rested her head on a pillow, and watched as her former dad's feminized body put on a dazzling performance.

After awhile, the treadmill began slowing and Linda's pace reduced to a walk before finally coming to a complete stop.

"What's up, buttercup?" The woman addressed her daughter as she dismounted the machine and turned off the stereo.

"Nothing," Bobbie sighed. "Just bored."

"You're always bored!" Linda said lifting her spandex bra up and over her huge chest, causing her big-nippled endowments to plop free. She shook her head disdainfully as she tossed the garment aside.

"I have got to find some better running bras. Everytime I workout, I'm getting walloped by my boobs."

She grabbed a white towel, hoisted up one of her immense bosoms, and wiped the perspiration from underneath it before unceremoniously dropping the tit and repeating the procedure on her other one.

"Why don't you try doing some HOMEWORK, Bobbie! I bet that would cure some of your boredom."

"B-leck!" the young girl responded. "Homework is the most boring of all."

"Uh! You little cow!" her mother shot back. "You want to keep on being a little cow this summer, that last report card had better be good!"

The girl said nothing from her position on the bed.

"You hear me?" Linda prodded.

"Yes," Bobbie relented. She watched as her mom's ample milk glands wobbled when the woman patted sweat from her forehead. "You're the cow."

"I am the cow," Linda said with a feigned menace in her voice. "I'm the big momma cow. And, I'm gonna smother you with my big cow udders if you're not careful!"

"Whatever." Bobbie grumbled.

Without warning, Linda suddenly vaulted on top of her unsuspecting daughter and caught the unprepared girl in a tight, bear hug. Bobbie's head was smooshed firmly between her mom's heavy, damp bosoms. The girl squealed with both laughter and terror as Linda began flogging the defenseless child with her humongous jugs. The women's playful shrieks rang throughout their home.

"How do you like that? I am the momma cow. But, I'm not the only cow in here!" Linda grasped the hooks of her daughter's bra and nimbly unclasp them, causing the child's breasts to plop out of the cups. In seconds, Linda had the screaming girl's top and bra flung callously to the floor.

"Leave my boobies alone!" the girl cackled, frantically trying to protect her exposed mammaries from whatever fate her mother had planned.

"Tell me you have udders!" Linda whooped as she attempted to pull her daughter's arms away from her naked chest.

"I-I... Arrrrh. I'm not gonna say it!" Bobbie chortled. But, she was already losing the battle as Linda pinned the girl's arms and left her shaking tits totally unprotected.

"Say it!" Linda demanded as she used her own naked breasts to pummel the head of her defenseless daughter. "Tell me you have big cow udders!"

"I-rrrrr... I have... udders! I... have big cow udders!" Bobbie yelped between blows.

Victorious, Linda rolled off of her daughter and collapsed onto the bed beside her. Both females lay together, breathing heavily and fighting spasms of giggles.

"You're so beautiful," Bobbie said as she slowly gained her composure.

"So are you, my love," Linda stated. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

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The weight of her naked breasts shifted as Linda sat up in the tanning bed and removed her protective eyewear. She stood and stretched, readjusting the clip which held up her luxurious, dark hair, then looked over at her daughter lying in another tanning bed a short distance away. Both females were completely nude. They had been coming to The Oasis, an exclusive, high-dollar women's spa and fitness complex, for about a month to work on their all-over tans. Linda's boyfriend, Bruce, sat on the board of directors of the company that ran The Oasis. So, he pulled some strings to get her a membership. Being a gorgeous woman certainly had its perks. And, as former males, Linda and her daughter, Bobbie, were more than willing to take advantage of them.

"Hey, kiddo," Linda said loudly to her daughter. "Time's up. C'mon, babygirl. Wake up! It's time to go."

The twelve year old girl who had, until recently, been the woman's son, sleepily swung her legs out of the bed and rose to her feet. She blinked several times as she took her UV goggles off. She yawned and brought her hands up to the sides of her head to check her two high ponytails.

"How did you know I was sleeping?" The preteen asked as she teetered unsteadily. Her young breasts wobbled as she tried to balance herself.

"Because, I know you!" her mother teased. "You ready to get dressed?"

"Um-hmm," the girl nodded.

"Good. I'm about ready for some lunch. Get your robe on and let's motor."

The parent, who had once been a father named Henry, led her former son out of the tanning room. The thin, white terrycloth robes that bore The Oasis logo showed off their feminine curves quite nicely. When they swung open the door to the health club's locker room and entered, they were not alone.

"Look, there she is. That's the woman I was telling you about," Kaki Coker whispered and nudged her friend, Babs Munsey as the two women stood next to each other at adjoining lockers, removing their tennis outfits.

Babs discreetly turned her head to get a look at the pretty brunette that her doubles partner had described earlier.

"She's pretty," Babs whispered.

"There's a girl with her this time," Kaki continued in her hushed tone. "I bet it's her daughter."

As the two middle aged women continued to undress, they kept peering over at the pair who had just come in. They were trying hard not to be obvious and failing badly.

As she came to her locker, Linda noticed the attention she and her daughter were garnering. Her heart began beating faster.

While the other women kept up their surveillance, the new Oasis member languidly struck a pin-up girl pose and slowly dropped her robe to the floor. The nude body she presented was dizzying to the more modestly built females looking on. The stunning brunette had the most amazing tits either of them had ever seen. Her arms raised above her head as she fidgeted with the clip in her hair. That position displayed her astonishing endowments to full effect. The woman's gigantic breasts swung like heavy melons from her body. The areolas capping the ends were as big around as softballs. Kaki and Babs gasped at the shocking sight of such a magnificent pair of feminine adornments. When the woman turned her back to them and bent to retrieve her robe, they marveled at her rounded backside. Her big buttocks were like perfect globes. They watched as she stood up straight to hang the robe in her locker. The woman's wide hips gave her a fetching, waspish figure.

The shapely brunette startled them when she unexpectedly wheeled around and spoke. Her sudden action made them both jump.

"Hello," she said in a pleasant, melodic voice.

"H-h-hello," Babs stammered.

"You're... new here?" Kaki managed to ask.

"Yes," the woman replied. "My boyfriend is Bruce Nichols. He is on the board of directors here. My name is Linda Benton."

The beautiful woman walked over and stuck out her hand, offering it to either of the ladies who would take it first. With her eyes fixed on the brunette's mind-boggling chest, Kaki robotically shook the woman's hand. Linda basically had to reach over and take Babs hand herself to shake it. The two awestruck women somehow managed to mumble their introductions.

In the face of such an extraordinary set of tits, the older women had never felt so inadequate. Regretfully having removed their own clothes, they now felt embarrassingly exposed. Both were slim and tone, and attractive in their own right. But, they had very small breasts. Babs was an A cup at best, while Kaki had no bosoms to speak of. And, this Linda Benton was sex on a stick. Compared to her, their tiny breasts were pathetic. Laughable. Jealousy gripped the women's stomachs.

"Were you going to take a shower?" Linda asked the ladies. "Don't let us bother you."

When Linda said 'us' it caused Kaki and Babs to force their attention down the row of lockers. It was then, that the women got their first look at a naked body that would only make them feel worse.

Standing just a few feet away, with a bashful expression on her face, was the little girl with her dark hair pulled up in twin ponytails. The child did not look a day over eleven years old, but she possessed the most outrageously large breasts exploding from her tiny body. The young girl's pointed tits stuck out like two flesh torpedoes. Her nipples were shocking, not only in their great size, but in the extent that they stood so prominently on the ends of her breasts. The girl was not even five foot tall. As small as she was, her boobs extended outward to the degree she looked awkward. These were bosoms on a child that were bigger than Kaki or Babs would ever have unless they had surgery to receive breast implants. And, the two of them knew it. They were utterly humiliated.

"This is my daughter, Bobbie," Linda stated, noting the ladies' pained appearance. She looked at their negligible breasts and knew they must be terribly envious of her and her daughter's superior chests. She loved that two former males were making natural born women green with envy. She felt particularly proud that her former son had such an imposing set of boobs.

"But, please, don't let us bother you," Linda reiterated. "We're just going to rinse off real quick. Come on, Bobbie."

The little girl gave the two ladies a demure, close-mouthed smile before turning to follow her mother.

Babs and Kaki watched as the buxom pair walked towards the showers with their big butts wobbling and immense bosoms jiggling and swaying heavily. The tennis partners instantly decided to skip out and just bathe at home.

Linda noticed the women's speedy exit as she and Bobbie toweled off. Her daughter was also aware of the two's sudden departure.

"They left," Bobbie said.

"I saw that," Linda replied.

"They sure got dressed fast."

"Yes, they did."

"Why do you think they left and didn't take a shower?"

"I don't know, babygirl. Maybe, they're just shy."

"Maybe, they're shy because they both got little boobies."

"Bobbie! That is not very nice!" Linda's mouth fell open in disbelief that her daughter could say such a thing. Still, she could not help but concede. "I think that may have had something to do with it, though!"

Mother and daughter proceeded to get dressed in front of their lockers. Linda finished first and frowned at her young offspring who was, as usual, dawdling behind.

"C'mon, babygirl! Put some hustle in your bustle! Linda griped at the ponderous child. "What's the major holdup here?"

"I have to pee!" Bobbie blurted sheepishly as she slid her pretty right foot into a sandal.

"You pee more than any child I've ever known." Linda shook her head and laughed.

It was a true statement. However, it had not always been the case. Bobbie had only begun to urinate more frequently since converting to the female gender full-time at the beginning of her summer vacation from school.

"Well, hurry up and go. It's better that you do it now than have to go when we get out on the road," Linda stated.

She watched while her feminized former son scampered off towards the toilets, smiling with delight at her daughter's cute backside girlishly swishing away. She was overjoyed that Bobbie had chosen to share in the experience of womanhood with her.

The child's decision to became a girl permanently over the summer break was made possible in the wake of Linda's choice, a couple of months prior, to remain female herself by becoming Bruce's exclusive girlfriend. Both mother and daughter were now free to enjoy uninterrupted femininity all summer long. And, they really planned on enjoying it!

Linda checked her makeup in one of the locker room's mirrors and reassessed her new summer outfit. She shook her head in disbelief and wondered why she ever let Bruce talk her into wearing such things.

The hem of Linda's white, midriff-baring tank top rested below her huge, braless breasts. The spaghetti straps and thin piping around the armholes of the obscenely tight top were red. And, emblazoned across the front of the shirt was the dairy industry's 'Quality Chekd' logo. It was a brazen statement about the enormous size of the jutting mammary glands underneath the mercilessly strained fabric.

The extremely short, denim skirt she wore sat so low on her hips that it rested just above the crack of her ass and showed off her thong panties in a shameless display known commonly as a 'whale-tail.' The tiny skirt was basically just a covering for her pussy and flaunted her legs and hips to the maximum degree allowed by law.

The pooch of the forty year old's bare tummy was punctuated by the piercing in her bellybutton.

Her newly pedicured feet were shown off in hippie sandals with four- inch, cork wedge heels. A hand-painted, wooden clip from Mexico held her long hair in an elegant up-do. She was also wearing her favorite 70's style, gold loopy earrings. The giant rings hung down past her jaw line. Her left lobe was double pierced, with a single diamond behind her funky loop.

After reapplying some gloss to her blood red lipstick, she threw an oversized macramé purse over her shoulder and donned her large, tortoiseshell framed 'diva' sunglasses.

In the jaw-dropping outfit, Linda looked every bit the porn star.

The brunette bombshell was delighted with the forty year old woman she saw looking back at her. Especially, now that her skin color was such a deep, golden brown.

Irritated, she realized her daughter was taking even more time than normal.

"You didn't drown in there did you?" Linda shouted.

The young girl finally came prancing out of the bathroom area.

"I was just redoing my make-up," Bobbie explained.

In her mother's estimation, the cosmetics upon the preteen's face were applied a bit too heavy. But, Linda reasoned, what young girl does not like to play with makeup and sometimes go a little overboard.

Overboard was an understatement. The vivid makeup coating Bobbie's sweet babyface looked positively garish and provided an unnerving contrast to the innocence in her eyes and her playful, childlike expressions. But, what was even more disconcerting was what passed for clothing upon her young, excessively developed body.

Bobbie's legs were every bit as shapely and tapered as her mom's as they flowed up to the low rise, denim miniskirt that barely came below her privates. Though her navel was not exposed like Linda's, a tad bit of flesh shown between her waistband and pink tank top to provide a tease and give a slight peek at the strings of her thong.

The tiny straps of her top didn't have to make a futile attempt to conceal her bra straps. She wasn't wearing a bra. The shape of her big, pointy boobs was luridly apparent, as her tits stretched out the fabric of her overmatched top.

Shiny white, wedge sandals adorned her dainty feet, displayed her little toes, and added a good four inches to her short stature.

Two understated, yet elegant, diamond studs adorned each of her small lobes. Bobbie loved her new earrings, because they were a recent present from Bruce. He had been so excited when she got her ears pierced, that he just had to buy them for her.

Her hair was still fastened in twin 'dog ears' on either side of her head with pink ponytail holders. And, a hefty, white vinyl purse was slung over her shoulder. It matched both her shoes and the big, white plastic frames of her sunglasses.

Bobbie looked enticingly delicious. Like a big piece of candy. The former boy had become quite the young Lolita.

And, in order to serve as a warning to the vast number of onlookers who would inevitably gawk, printed just above Bobbie's stiff-nippled breasts in white, bubbly letters was a single, cautionary word. 'JAILBAIT.'

The fact that Linda thought her daughter looked suitably presentable testified to the amount of control Bruce exerted over her way of thinking.

"You ready to go, babygirl?" she asked.

"I'm ready," the girl replied.

"Let's go, then," Linda directed.

As they turned to leave the locker room, Bobbie reached into her purse and extracted a rectangular object attached to a set of earphones.

"Oh no, Bobbie. Uh-uh. Not the iPod. I am not in the mood." Linda objected strongly to her daughter's attempted use of the device.

"But, why?" Bobbie whined. "I haven't got to listen to it all day!"

"And, that is the worst thing in the world?" Linda asked sarcastically. "Between the video games, the DVD's, the computer, and that damn iPod you have got yourself plugged up to something all frickin' day."

"Uhhhh," the girl groaned.

"Well, I'm just getting a little tired of it, Bobbie. I swear, one of these days you are going to turn into a microchip."

The preteen glowered as she returned the object to her purse.

"Is this going to be a problem?" her mother asked sternly. "'Cause if it is, I can just take it away."

"No," Bobbie grumbled.

"C'mon. Is talking to your mother that painful an experience? I promise I'll turn the satellite radio on in the car."

"You always listen to old music, though."

"What's wrong with old music?"

"It's gay."

"Bobbie. Look at how we're dressed. Look at our boobs. Are you going to stand there and tell me that the MUSIC I listen to is gay?"

The young former boy thought about it for a second. Then, a smile slowly crept across her face. Both of the transformed females burst out laughing.

"C'mon, babygirl. Let's strut."

They exited the locker room and walked through the main section of The Oasis Women's Spa And Fitness Complex with a feminine swagger that bordered on arrogant machisma. Both of them were well aware of the stir their appearance caused as they walked through the bustling complex.

All around, other women gasped at Linda's braless stiff-nippled melons bouncing uncontrollably in the thin top that did absolutely nothing to restrain them. The audacity of someone to walk around like that in public had even the most liberal-minded of them aghast. Several of the other members commented that Linda's clothing made her look like a common streetwalker. They were shocked Bruce Nichols would even consider going out with a person like that.

And, she was obviously not setting a good example for her daughter. They found the word 'JAILBAIT' across the child's chest absolutely disgraceful. One woman made a remark to a group of her friends that a girl that age shouldn't even have breasts so large.

Word of the strutting, whorish duo would spread through the club's membership like wildfire. Linda and Bobbie had indeed caused quite the scandal.

In the parking lot, Linda pulled out her car keys and used the remote on the key chain to unlock the doors of her brand new, silver Lexus LX luxury utility vehicle. The expensive automobile had been a gift from her boyfriend. As the vice president and leading software developer for a fortune 500 company, Bruce's monthly income was more money than Linda had ever made in a year. He got a great deal of pleasure emphasizing that fact.

Whenever he would present Linda with an extremely lavish gift, Bruce would get tremendously sexually excited by the feminine enthusiasm in her joyous, animated reactions. As he watched his formerly male girlfriend gush over the things he bought her, the lyrics of Bob Dylan would sound in his head. "She takes- just like a woman."

Later on, he would fuck her hard and roughly handle her sensitive nipples. Over and over as his thick, beefy tool plunged inside of her, he would whisper into Linda's ear.

"You're a golddigger. Aren't you? Tell me you're a golddigger. Say it."

Finally, at the point of orgasm, when she could resist no longer, Linda would throw back her head and grip him tightly between her legs. With her long, painted fingernails clawing his back in lust, she would moan.

"I'm a golddigger! I'm a golddigger!" And she would cum. Again, and again, and again...

Bruce loved feeling the sharp stings in the morning when the water from the shower hit the long scratches that Linda had left upon his back. He had the right to enjoy it. After all, those were expensive manicures he was paying for.

After she and Bobbie climbed into the Lexus, the first thing the Linda did was check the time on the dashboard clock.

"We've got lots of time," she noted. "You'll have all night to listen to your iPod, Bobbie, while I'm out with Bruce."

The girl beside her nodded as the seatbelt she was fastening separated her big boobies.

"Do you want to check out that new shoe store in the historic district after lunch?" Linda inquired.

"Can I buy some new shoes, if I see some I like?" Bobbie probed.

"Of course!" Her mother beamed. "I've got Bruce's credit card!"

The two females laughed out loud at the thought.

Bruce would have gotten a serious hard-on from their lackadaisical attitude about spending his money. He calculatingly did everything he could to subtly coax and manipulate both mother and daughter into increasingly female behavior. He gloated that, day by day, their masculine characteristics were vanishing before his very eyes.

Two things had always fascinated Bruce Nichols; big bust pinups and transgendered 'girly-boys.' And, in these two, he had both. The combination was intoxicating. It had become his obsession to turn the feminized father and son into living, huge-breasted characters from a Russ Meyer film.

And, he was succeeding admirably...

"What'cha gonna do when she says good-bye? What'cha gonna do when she is gone?"

Linda was humorously wobbling her big udders as she sang the words to the 1970's Pablo Cruise hit. In the passenger seat beside her, Bobbie was making gagging faces, exasperated by her mom's exaggerated karaoke- like performance.

"Ugh, it's awful!" the girl bellowed.

"No! It's great!" Her mother yelled over the music. "You just don't like it because it's not one of those tattoo covered c-rap guys that you listen to."

"Whatever. I don't like it cuz it sucks," Bobbie retorted.

"Hang on a second, babygirl," Linda halted the debate. "I have a call."

She turned down the radio and answered the cell phone with the control on her steering wheel.

"Hey, lover!" she cooed into her speaker phone system.

"Mmm. I like that," Bruce replied. "What you up to?"

"We just got through tanning. And, we're heading to get some lunch."

"So Bobbie's with you?"

"She's sitting right here."

"Hey, hottie! Broken any hearts today?" Bruce addressed the young girl in a teasing manner.

Bobbie looked over at her mom with a big smile across her painted lips.

"Well, answer him," Linda admonished.

"I don't know," came the girl's faint reply.

"Well, I bet you have!" Bruce laughed. "I'd bet money on it!"

There was a pause as the preteen looked over at her mother with reddening cheeks above her toothy grin.

"She's smiling like the cat that ate the canary!" Linda finally broke the silence.

"I bet!" Bruce laughed. His voice then grew somber. Apologetic. "Hey babe, listen... I'm not going to be able to swing by tonight."

"Uhhhh," Linda protested. "Why can't you come."

"I didn't say I couldn't cum," Bruce joked.

Linda remained silent.

"I'm sorry, honey. I've got these guys in from California and the old man said I've got to make sure their entertained tonight." Bruce tried to explain. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I wish there was something I could do."

"You could bring them over to watch me jog on the treadmill," Linda's voice sang. "That would entertain them, for sure."

"I wish I could. But, that would be a lot more entertainment than the old man bargained for!" Bruce laughed.

"Grrrr," Linda growled.

"I know," Bruce sighed. "I promise, I'll make it up to you later."

"You better," Linda replied flatly.

"Oh, you know I will," Bruce boasted.

"Mmm-hmm. We'll see."

"I'm sorry, honey. Really, I am."

"What time will you be finished entertaining your more important friends?"

"Oh, baby. Don't be like that. If there was something I could do to get out of it, I'd do it."

Silence.

"But, I should be through fairly early, I hope. I'm not expecting it to be an all night thing."

"It better not be," Linda warned, playing tough. "You better not be out acting all crazy with a bunch a wild women."

Bruce laughed loudly. "Hey, you're the only wild woman I need."

"Sure."

"So, do you want me to come by later tonight?" Bruce asked.

"I'll be home about 3:30 or 4 this afternoon," Linda stated haughtily. She had already learned how to play the part of the disappointed woman.

"Well, I'll come over when I get rid of these guys. Okay?"

"Whatever."

"I love you," Bruce said.

There was a pause for effect before Linda replied.

"I love you, too," she finally relented. "Don't be too late."

As Bruce ended the call, he marveled at how much his girlfriend behaved like a born woman. His penis was so stiff in his boxers it was painful.

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Linda wove her way through downtown and into what was called the 'historic district.' It was actually the city's original downtown. The low two and three story brick buildings were a contrast to the glass and steel of the skyscrapers which lay in the adjacent blocks. Each of the old buildings had been carefully restored and turned into storefronts offering all kinds of goods, from musical instruments and clothing to laundry services. This was Linda and Bobbie's favorite area of the city.

Why don't we park by the shoe store and walk over to Backyard Burgers?" Linda asked.

"Uhhhh. That is way too far to walk," Bobbie protested.

"Man, you are getting lazier everyday," her mother griped. "I'm carrying a bigger load than you are."

The girl beside her said nothing.

"Come on," Linda entreated. "It's such a pretty day, Bobbie. You can listen to your iPod if that'll make you happy."

The young girl considered it for a moment. But, she decided that she would rather talk to her mom.

"No. That's ok. It is pretty outside."

Linda pulled the Lexus into a shady parking lot beside a gray building. The marquee out front bore the name, "Tom's Shoes."

The sun was high overhead and the soft breeze wrapped around the women like a lover's embrace. Instantly, their big areolas began to draw up, pushing their erect nipples outward like swollen grapes. They could feel the caress of the air all over their bare legs and shoulders. They liked how the wind felt blowing up their tiny skirts and lapping at the shaved pussies nestled in their thongs. It felt good to be so scantily clad.

Linda and Bobbie hit the sidewalk and began the five block trek to the Backyard Burgers restaurant on the corner of Main Street. Their path took them past the front window of "Tom's."

"Oooh, look, Momma!" Bobby squealed with delight lifting her sunglasses onto her forehead.. They've got vinyl go-go boots like I've been wanting!"

"Oooh. Those are funkified," Linda gushed. "I wonder if they have our sizes."

"I bet they do!" Her daughter nodded eagerly. "We can be twinkies!"

"What color do you want?" the mother laughed.

"White... No, green!" The girl looked perplexed. "I can't decide!"

"Well, babygirl, we'll just have to get them both!"

Bobbie dropped her sunglasses back into place and they turned down the sidewalk and continued towards the restaurant, happy that they had already found something they liked. The traffic beside the buxom duo began to slowly grind to a halt as male drivers pressed on their brakes to gawk at the massive, braless hooters bouncing dramatically upon the their chests.

"Check out all the lookie-loos, Bobbie," Linda said indifferently. "Why don't you take a picture, boys. It lasts longer."

"Let 'em get a good look, Mom," Bobbie sighed. "Let 'em get a good, long look."

Their already feminine gaits became even more pronounced as the eye- popping twosome exaggerated their struts for the men craning to get a better view of their enormous, swaying bosoms and stiff nipples. The swinging hips and buttocks further emboldened the men's behavior. All around mother and daughter, car horns began to honk and the bellow of male voices rose above the din.

"I'll check the quality of those for you!"

"C'mon, baby, let me milk those moo-moos!"

"You got any milk for me?"

"Do you ladies need any help carrying those things?"

"I'll do twenty years in jail for you anytime, honey!"

"Mom, they are yelling at us!" Bobbie looked up at her mother in disbelief.

"I know, babygirl," Linda said. "Ignore them. They're just getting their jollies."

Linda could not heed her own advice. Her pussy was growing wetter by the second from the ruckus her and her daughter's gigantic, bouncing tits were producing. She became acutely aware of just how little her and her child were wearing. She felt like a piece of meat.

And, she liked it.

Up ahead, at the intersection of 1st and Main, the braking cars next to Linda and Bobbie had jammed traffic moving in four directions. The light had turned from green to red and back to green. But, traffic was at a complete standstill. Cars were hung in the middle of the intersection clogging it completely. Down the four avenues that met at the intersection, traffic was backing up for blocks. Angry drivers began laying on their horns, frustrated by the lack of motion.

People began stepping out of buildings to see what the commotion outside was all about. The historic district was swarming with people on their lunch break. In mere seconds, throngs of onlookers lined both sides of the street. It did not take long for many in the crowd to spot Linda and Bobbie and realize that they were the cause of the snarled traffic.

As the titanically proportioned pair walked by, men were yelling and applauding. Whistles filled the air. Even women were standing and watching the show that the busty 'porn queens' were putting on.

"We sure are the center of attention down here," Linda proudly understated.

Bobbie was smiling broadly at her side. She liked that all these people were watching her big boobies.

Up ahead, a construction crew renovating a building crowded onto scaffolding to ogle the giant knockers jiggling their way. Vulgarities filled the air. Some of the hard-hat wearing men stood out on the sidewalk along with the other downtown patrons. A knot of both men and women stood heckling the mother and daughter, directly in their path.

"We may want to cross to the other side of the street, Bobbie." Linda surveyed that the sidewalk before them was quickly becoming impassable. She was growing concerned that they may get swallowed up by the mass of humanity.

She glanced to the street and saw that the four-way intersection directly in front of them was jammed in all directions. Automobiles were lined up like a car lot. Linda decided quickly, it would work to their advantage.

The blimp-chested brunette caught her daughter by the arm and dove into the stalled traffic as briskly as her cork high heels would carry her. As she came off the curb, she almost fell, causing her boobs to shake greatly from side to side. She felt the heavy wobbling as she righted her balance. A booming cheer leapt from the mob of horny spectators.

As they hurried along, Bobbie's braless tits vibrated like Jell-O in an earthquake. She looked out over the sprawling cars and could not distinguish the swarm of faces laughing and hollering at her. Suddenly, one face snapped sharply into focus, it was a leathery skinned old man. His sneering face glared at her with an ominous smile.

"Want me to give ya a ride, little girl?" the craggily man howled.

Bobbie turned her face forward as she heard the man holler after her. "I got something for ya!"

Linda reached the middle of the intersection only to find that all the paths she could have taken were sealed off by the leering audience to her and Bobbie's jiggling exhibition. They were stuck.

She turned in circles trying to figure a way out of their predicament. Car horns blared all around. They disoriented her every attempt at thought.

"What are we going to do?" Bobbie's voice screamed in fright above the noise surrounding them.

"We're okay, babygirl," Linda shouted trying to calm her child. But, she was not completely convinced.

Across the street at the edge of the sidewalk, a photographer clicked away taking pictures of the two barely clothed sexpots. He laughed at his good fortune. He'd been on his lunch break from the local newspaper when he stumbled upon the chaos generated by the busty pair wearing minuscule tops stretched unbelievably across their mammoth breasts and sporting high-heels and outrageously short skirts. The photographer snapped away excitedly, knowing that he had a front page story and pictures.

The crowd began to move out into the street coming ever closer to the now frantic pair. Linda pulled her daughter tight into her body. She could feel Bobbie shaking. Linda's heart beat like a trip hammer beneath her oversized melon tits. Her big nipples stood out like the tips of a man's fingers. She was terrified. But, the wetness between her legs had become a flood.

Just then, a siren's wail split the cacophony of sound swirling around Linda and Bobbie. Two motorcycle cops maneuvered between the motionless automobiles and wove their way towards the befuddled twosome.

The crowd started to move back up onto the sidewalk as the officer's presence was observed. The motorcycles rode right up to where Linda and Bobbie were holding each other in the center of the intersection.

"Ma'am! We'll escort you off the street. Just stay next to us," one of the cops yelled out. He grasped Linda's arm with his left hand and guided her as he rolled his bike slowly and deliberately towards the curb. The other officer had rode around them and was protecting the women's other flank. Mother and daughter were now in between the two uniformed men.

"Over here! Over here!" a man shouted from the sidewalk. It was the photographer waving them his way. He paused to snap a few shots of the females being escorted from the street.

The cops guided the trembling females over towards the photographer. They reached the sidewalk and the crowd parted as the officers dismounted their motorcycles and led Linda and Bobbie through the horde and into the first available doorway.

The females and the officers entered a small comic book store. The stench of dust and old paper was somehow a comfort as Linda and Bobbie clutched each other tightly to try and stop shivering.

The officers were talking to a skinny, college age guy with longish greasy hair and eyeglasses. He seemed more than eager to help out by letting the women take cover in his store.

"That was ridiculous!" Linda exclaimed.

"It was crazy!" Bobbie chirped. "All those guys were honking and yelling at us!"

"I KNOW!" Linda laughed nervously.

"Well, ma'am, I really don't know what to tell you," one of the officers said as he removed his helmet and sunglasses. "You have to expect some type of reaction from people when you go out dressed like that."

"We could give you a citation for public nuisance and let you fight it out with the judge," the other cop spoke up. "You may win you may lose. But, with this many people downtown and showing yourself the way you are. I don't like your chances."

"I didn't mean to do anything wrong." Linda's melodic voice was soft. Tears glistened in her gorgeous blue eyes. She shuddered.

"You're a good looking' woman, Miss..." the second officer spoke.

"Benton. Linda Benton."

"Well, you're a good looking woman, Miss Benton. And, obviously you have been very well-blessed," the cop smiled. "I would suggest, to make your life and my job easier... that you cover up a lot more the next time you come parading around down here."

"And, wearing a bra would be a real good idea," the first officer offered. "For you and the little lady, there." He nodded towards Bobbie.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea." Linda nodded biting her bottom lip.

"Where is your car, Miss Benton?" the first cop asked. Bobbie noticed that his nametag said "Morris."

"It's down a few blocks. Next to 'Tom's Shoes'," Linda stated.

"What kind of vehicle is it?"

"It's a silver Lexus SUV."

"Greg, I wanna escort Miss Benton down to her vehicle. I think her and the minor have done enough damage today. They'd probably feel a lot better if they just headed on home. Isn't that right, Miss Benton?"

"Yes. I think that's wise," she agreed.

"Just hang tight here for awhile and let this lunch hour crowd clear out." The second officer whose name was 'Dumbrowski' suggested. "We need to attend to traffic out there. Make sure it starts moving like normal."

"Then we'll see you back to your vehicle," Officer Morris finished.

"Have you got anything here they can cover up with?" Officer Dumbrowski addressed the gangly comics store employee.

"I do!" a voice blurted from the doorway as the photographer bolted in from off the street. He charged up to Linda with his hand outstretched. "My names Jamie Garvin. I work for the Times Daily. That was something else out there, you two!"

Linda took the man's hand and introduced herself and Bobbie.

The newspaper man was in his early thirties, just shy of being tall, and well-groomed. His hair was a medium brown and a dash of freckles dotted the bridge of his tanned nose. His speech was rapid-fire. A wave of kinetic energy leapt off him. The guy could not seem to stand still.

"I-I just have to ask you... Are you an adult film star. I mean I wouldn't know. I don't watch those things myself. Not that there's anything wrong with them. You know, each to his own I suppose. But, I am betting that you are big in the adult film industry. Am I right?"

"Well... No. I've never been in a movie," Linda said as she released the man's hand.

"But, you're a model, right. Some of the big breast mags?"

"I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree," Linda said furrowing her brow.

"Oh. Well. My bad," the man said. "But, hey. I'd like to get your story. Man, that was crazy out there. I figured it was a publicity stunt... Man, it really got crazy out there!"

"I know! All we were trying to do was get to Backyard Burgers!" Linda laughed.

Bobbie, still clutching her mom's purse, nodded fervently.

"Backyard Burgers!" Jamie howled. "Man, that is rich!"

He looked at the two females standing before him. Linda and Bobbie were beginning to get rid of the jitters caused by the last hour's events. The newsman had taken out a pocket-sized notepad and had begun jotting down what Linda said with a ballpoint pen.

"So, you're going to Backyard Burgers and all hell breaks loose!" The photographer was chuckling. "I mean OBVIOUSLY you're not wearing bras. Can I ask you... just how big are you two's breasts?"

"I wear a 36DDD bra," Linda cooed. "And, Bobbie wears 36C bras that we have altered so the bands and the straps will fit her."

He looked at Bobbie's large boobs in amazement. "You get your bras altered?"

The petite girl with the big gazongas nodded demurely.

"We can't find bras to fit her," Linda explained. "Her back is so tiny and her breasts are just so big!"

"I can see that!" Jamie laughed. "Everybody can see that! What are your measurements, Miss Benton?"

"43-25-37" Linda said with her lilting, sing-song voice.

"That's amazing," the man shook his head.

The photographer wrote down Linda and Bobbie's account of how they were just going to eat before shopping for shoes when the bedlam ensued. The two women were quite animated in the telling and the newspaper man appreciated their jiggling theatrics.

"Well, this has certainly been a pleasure." Jamie smiled when he felt he had his story complete. "I have a feeling that tomorrow, you two ladies are going to be front page news!"

"That would ROCK!" Bobbie squealed. "I hope we are in the paper."

"Oh, you'll be in the paper, girl. No doubt about that!" the man assured. "This is just too good a story."

"Well, we appreciate you being so sweet to us," Linda cooed.

A different look swept across the guy's face.

"Can I ask you something..." Jamie motioned like he wanted Linda to take a few steps away from Bobbie's earshot. Linda quickly presumed that the photographer was going to hit on her.

"Bobbie, go take a look at some of the comics," Linda said seriously. "This nice man wants to ask me something."

The young girl offered no resistance and skipped away to chat with the nerdy comic book guy who was more than willing to make conversation. Linda stepped off with the younger newspaper man.

"Listen," Jamie began. "I'm not saying I think you would be interested... But, you have a fantastic body. And, you obviously like to show it off."

"Okay..." Linda had become puzzled. If this guy was handing her a pickup line, it was not an approach that she had expected.

"I have a friend who is an agent for big bust models. Girls with really big breasts like yours. His name is Phil. But, everybody calls him 'Sweet P.'

"Sweet P." Linda repeated.

"I'm going to tell him about you and what happened out there today. And, I guarantee, he'll want to talk to you about doing a test shoot. With your face and your figure, Linda, you could make some serious money. Here. This has all his contact information." Jamie opened his wallet and handed Linda a business card.

She held it up and read aloud.

"Big Top Entertainment."