Chapter 9

Lucas took a small, jerking step in the direction of their new table, but he wasn’t able to proceed along any farther. His brain simply didn’t have the attention to spare for moving his legs. He was gaping, utterly dumbfounded, at the statuesque pillar of feminine curves in front of him that was Brooke. He couldn’t seem to focus on one aspect of her in particular that deserved more attention than the next — his eyes were jumping helplessly from one feature to another. The way that her violet dress was now showing signs of strain as they strove valiantly to contain her luscious thighs and mighty hips…the dramatic and eye-poppingly alluring shift from the wide curve of her hips to her comparatively-tiny waist, completing the most breathtaking and vivid hourglass figure that Lucas (or anyone else in the restaurant) had ever seen…the twin, heavy globes of her H-cups that were now unquestionably threatening to burst through the bust of her dress, right in his face, the impinges of her nipples poking through more obviously than ever…he could smell a heavy, sweet, and maddeningly intoxicating scent that was wafting towards his nose from the long, tight, dark line of her cleavage, making his eyes veritably flutter with arousal. Her solid, feminine, well-formed arms, arranged in captivating crooks as she put her hands on her hips slowly, waiting for him…the elongated, alabaster, curving colonnade of her neck a it arched down at him expectantly, all supporting…her elegant head…and her captivatingly gorgeous face. 

As he stared up at Brooke, unable to move beyond his first lurching motion, Lucas could have easily been convinced that such a face had descended from the heavens above. It was shocking, stunning, how beautiful she had become. And yet, in the back of his mind, Lucas still harbored a realization that was beginning to slowly inundate his thoughts — he was still pressing down on the remote in his pocket, and he could see, subtly but unmistakably, the telltale swelling and burgeoning of Brooke’s flesh all over her already-tremendous body. She was still growing…and even more enthrallingly for Lucas, she was becoming more and more beautiful. Lucas focused his eyes on her bust and watched as it slowly but surely continued to rise along with the rest of her body.

‘She’s already a 10 out of 10,’ Lucas thought to himself, his arousal stumping him in place, ‘But…I’m still pressing the button. What would…an 11 look like...a 12? A 20!?!’

His chest rose and fell with increased cadence. In this moment, he had completely forgotten about his surroundings — he had forgotten that he was in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, forgotten his indignation at Brooke effortlessly humiliating him seconds before, forgotten everything, except the sheer and exquisite feminine being standing before him. He tried to swallow, but his mouth and throat were so dry that he actually coughed a little, quite literally choking on his astonishment. 

“Having a little trouble there?” came the lovely liquid of Brooke’s voice, meandering like a delicious river through the air to his ears. Lucas finally was able to force himself to swallow, and he gulped air a few times, trying to speak. 

“I…I j-just…I’m —” he stammered, utterly incapable. 

“How about,” chuckled Brooke, “You just follow after me, huh?”

She swung her hips out, knocking gently against him (whether she intended to or not) and sending him stumbling backward a bit. He couldn’t believe how firm and solid she was, or how easily she had mustered the strength, power, and momentum from her stationary position just a second before. But he had to collect himself and follow her, because her body was rapidly getting farther away — she was already walking towards their new table, and Lucas finally managed to infuse his legs with the will to continue forward. As he did so, he was able to admire Brooke’s ass from behind, as she walked — her cheeks bounced crazily up and down, up and down, left and right, left and right, like they had minds of their own. Her ass was higher up than it had been before...closer in height to his stomach. She had grown so huge in her dress that the violet line of fabric now only came down to the top third of her thighs, and from behind, Lucas could even see the beginnings of the smooth curve where her ass cheeks blended together seamlessly with her creamy thighs. At this point, Brooke’s outfit was becoming inappropriate for the restaurant setting, but that was the last thing on Lucas’s mind. He had to catch up to her…sit next to her…take her in…as he watched her becoming more with each passing moment.

“Ahhhh, yessss, this is much better,” sighed Brooke pleasantly as she sank down into her new seat. Lucas watched her ass appear to swallow up a huge area of the booth as her body descended down, and then he found his eyes automatically flitting to her enormous, heavy breasts, which shook and jiggled with her descent. He saw her right breast actually begin to slip out of her dress as she sat down, but she noticed instantly and brought her hand up, latching her fingers around the fabric as she tugged it back in place. Lucas thought he caught a glimpse of her darkish-tan, beautiful areola, in a perfectly symmetrical circle. He felt himself go cold with lust, even as his insides were raging and roiling at a fever pitch — his body was a cacophony of contradictions, all thrown into disarray by the lascivious perfection in front of him.

As Brooke sat down, she straightened her right leg, seeming to stretch it out at first, but then lifted it up high in the air, so that, for a brief moment, her entire heels were over Lucas’s head. He didn’t know what she was doing, but he was stunned by the close-up view of her shapely calves — he only realized a second later that she had extended her leg out and up this way because she was crossing her legs. As she did so, he saw her thighs appear to swell even larger and firmer. Was it just because she had crossed them? Or because they were actually getting that much bigger? 

“Lucas, come on,” Brooke was saying, laughing a little as she furrowed her brow, “Are you just gonna keep standing there staring at me, or are you gonna sit down like a normal person?” 

He exhaled and walked forward mechanically, sitting down next to her, his hand still in his pocket. Their new table was such that they were actually sitting side by side, instead of across from each other, and Lucas was treated to a close-up view of Brooke’s thighs compared with his own — they rose above his immensely, completely dwarfing them. He wasn’t a small person by any means, but he had never felt so small before in his life — Brooke’s legs had to be at least twice the size of his by this point…and probably more. He turned his head slightly to the right, and seemed to sense that her heavy breasts were hanging hugely next to him, starting from where the top of his head began, and hanging down all the way, in heavy, low majesty, to his sternum. With both of them sitting down, Brooke seemed even bigger and taller than before, simply because the large cushion of her swelling ass cheeks gave her that much more of a height boost.

“So…Lucas,” intoned Brooke, making it more than evident that she was focusing him back to their conversation, “I know I got a little over your head there, but anyway, I’m just glad there are people at Braden I can go to to discuss those kinds of things. What about Trent? Would he be someone who would understand that kind of stuff?” 

“T-Trent!?” choked Lucas, his rekindled indignation tearing him away from his preoccupation with Brooke’s thighs and breasts. “Trent!? He’s…he’s only an associate software engineer. He’s…he’s not even a senior one yet! Let alone an office manager like me!” 

“Imagine that, having an office manager at a top 50 company who doesn’t know the properties of organolithium reagents,” Brooke muttered, almost to herself. 

“I…what did you just —” Lucas began, feeling his face heat up even as he watched Brooke’s shoulders rising vertically above him, well past the top of his head at this point. She was expanding before him, her body ever so slowly creeping closer to his. 

“So what kind of car do you drive, Lucas?” asked Brooke, seamlessly interrupting him as she folded her hands on the table. Her movement threw Lucas for another loop — it had been so deftly feminine, almost prim, and yet, the hugeness of her hands lent a definite weight and raw power to the simple motion. Lucas saw everything on the table rattle a bit from the shock wave of her contact. 

“What?” sputtered Lucas, still reeling from ire, and now having to contend with a totally unexpected question. “Car?”

“Yes,” said Brooke quite simply, blinking at him as she continued looking down on him with that same slow, confident cool. “Car. What do you drive, Lucas?” 

“I…drive a BMW,” he answered, sitting up a little straighter next to her. He didn’t realize it, but he had already started falling into a specific pattern of behavior that was designed to impress whoever it was he was talking to. He was proud of his car, and proud of the career accomplishments he felt that it symbolized…and embodied. It was a powerful car: sleek, fast, and well-made. 

As Brooke spoke, she leaned back, unfolded her hands, and reached them up to her neck area. Lucas thought that she was about to adjust her dress again, but instead, she simply took off her necklace, bowing her magnificent head slightly in the process. She was just barely able to get it off her head, and Lucas realized that it had become far too small for her burgeoning body. He stared, mesmerized, as Brooke deposited the necklace into a pile that included her bracelet and rings that she had already taken off. She was shedding jewelry, and by the way that her body (particularly her breasts, hips, and thighs) was pressing into her violet dress, it looked like the dress itself might be next. 

Lucas felt his breath catch in his throat, and once again, he was nearly overwhelmed by the contradictions happening inside his head — he was still angry that Brooke had condescended to him so blatantly, but those emotions were fast evaporating in the wake of what was replacing them: a desire to impress Brooke, and an increasingly insistent realization that this woman was turning into a literal goddess in front of his very eyes. Her face had already begun to take on a dazzling quality that was beginning to approach…otherworldly dimensions. With each passing second, her beautiful aroma seemed to become all the more powerful; and in tandem, it felt to Lucas like he had ingested a few pills of Viagra, as his cock was growing forcefully against his will. 

“I…y-yes, yes it’s a…a very nice car,” Lucas managed to say, briefly (and with considerable effort) taking his eyes off Brooke’s expanding cliff of breast flesh and bringing them up to Brooke’s face, which continued rising, ever so surely, up, up, and up, vertically above him. Was this her at an 11 out of 10? Or higher? It was starting to get hard to tell — they were in uncharted territory. And as soon as he made eye contact with Brooke, he had to dart his eyes away. The power, strength, and fluent confidence in her eyes were too much for him to take, as was the sinking feeling that she was mocking him again. 

“A r-really…top of the line, machine,” he added, looking down at Brooke’s legs. She had just uncrossed them, apparently out of sheer practicality, since her legs were already beginning to crowd the larger table. And now she was stretching them out under the table; he saw the impressive muscle in her thighs gently swell underneath the smooth contours of her curves, and he felt himself growing increasingly desperate...and then, he felt her leg touch his leg, and he felt the warmth and vitality of her flesh flushing into his body from the source of contact. 

“It…it can go 160 miles an hour,” Lucas forced out, “And…and it gets 67 miles per gallon. Not a lot of cars have both of those…those features, you know? It cost…well, it cost a lot of money, but, hehe…I mean, I could afford it.” 

“Mmmm, I bet you feel big and powerful, driving that thing around, huh?” chuckled Brooke, grinning down at him. “But someone with your salary…as Office Manager of Braden…well, I’m sure it was a drop in the bucket.” 

“Haha, well, uhh…let’s just say that I didn’t have to go on food stamps after I made the purchase,” laughed Lucas, blushing, not knowing whether he was actually making headway with this girl or whether she was just making fun of him some more. He didn’t want to look her in the eye, so it was hard to tell, just from the tone of her voice. But every time she chuckled, he felt like he had to work his way out of a temporary kind of paralysis — the sound just seemed to wash over him from on high, bathing his body in a wave of searingly-erotic feminine energy. Her voice, her laugh, even the sound of her breath, in inhales and exhales, went straight down into his crotch, titillating his cock with every accent. His member was growing more and more painfully erect, against his own will. 

As Lucas continued to look at her body (and not her face), he could see her body continuing to rise up beside him, her hips and legs getting ever closer to his, as she continued growing up and up and up… 

“What is your salary, by the way?” Brooke ventured, turning her head slightly sideways as she continued looking down at him. The question again caught Lucas off-guard, and he looked up at her. There was no question about it: her face was much higher above him than it had been before; he was met with the startling discovery that he actually had to look up past her nipples, which were pressing with increased energy and impatience into her violet dress, right at the level of his eyebrows. 

“My…my salary?!” asked Lucas.

Brooke blinked slowly as she gave a long sigh out, flaring her nostrils slightly as the smile twitched a little on her immaculate mouth. 

“Yes,” said Brooke simply. “Is it over or under $200,000?”

“Uhh…under,” replied Lucas, again feeling a desperate sense that this impossible bombshell was dismissing him. “B-but…but not by much.” 

“Hmmm, yeah,” said Brooke slowly, her eyes still steadily regarding him. Lucas wasn’t looking at them directly (instead focusing on the elegant elongation of her exquisite neck), but had he just seen them flash green again!? He ventured a glance directly into her eyes, and saw nothing except two large, dark, endless wells of intense and overwhelming energy. He had to look away again. 

“And you’re how old again?” she continued. 

“I’m…36,” he answered, feeling increasingly like she was cornering him. 

“Uh-huh,” she said, sounding almost bored. She took her eyes off him and looked down at her hands, extending them out, and flexing and unflexing them as they sat on the table. Lucas watched in awe as her large palms expanded, and her long, strong fingers stretched outward. But even as his awe grew, so too did his anxiety, which only doubled when he saw Brooke look away from her hands and up around at the dining room at large. It was like she was trying to find something interesting to hone in on, to take in, to entertain herself with. Because whatever was happening at this table wasn’t doing it for her. 

Lucas was understanding this much about Brooke’s attitude, and his powerlessness in the situation was making him sweat with anxiety. But more than anything else, as her body grew ever-closer to his, and evermore up and up above him, he felt himself consumed with a feverishly-growing lust to have Brooke surpass what she already was — with every second that passed, she became bigger, taller, and curvier in all the right places. Her breasts were now hanging even lower and heavier, and extending further outward than before — unquestionable I-cups. Her legs were longer and sleeker, and her heels were beginning to peek themselves out from underneath the opposite end of the long table. It didn’t seem possible that her body could be improved at each interval, and yet, like clockwork, it just kept happening, over and over and over again, driving Lucas to the heights of hot desire. And her beauty was the same way — Brooke was somehow passing into the realms of demi-goddesses before his eyes. No human girl or woman looked that beautiful, that uncannily stunning. It was so much for Lucas to take in that he was having to literally squirm in his seat, just to keep from cumming. 

“You’ve been staring at my breasts for quite some time, Lucas.” Brooke’s liquid tones splashed over his engorged cock, and Lucas grit his teeth down hard, only just managing to keep himself from blowing his load straight into his pants right then and there. Her voice was literally pumping blood into his already-engorged cock; Lucas had no idea that he could get so hard, or so big. He hadn’t realized that he had been staring unabashedly at Brooke’s gargantuan expanding rack — his eyes shot up to hers in fear. She wasn’t angry or annoyed…or flirtatious or teasing, for that matter. It was impossible to read her deadpan expression. Lucas opened his mouth to say something in his own defense, but for the life of him, he couldn’t manage to make any noises come out. 

“Are you a breast man?” Brooke continued, taking her big hands and using them to cup her even larger breasts. Leaning forward slightly towards Lucas, so that the tip of her left nipple just barely brushed his forehead, Brooke shook her breasts at him. If Lucas had used his hands to shake such mammoth, fleshy megaliths, he would have barely managed to cause a ripple. But Brooke, whose hands were much bigger and stronger, was able to send her twin fleshy cliffs of fat, heavy breast flesh positively trembling. 

“If you’re interested in this body,” said Brooke, abruptly dropping her breasts back down in place as she indicated with an easy, open-palmed sweep of her hands over her breasts, hips, legs, and all the rest of her, “Then just say so.” 

Lucas was close to hyperventilating at this point — having Brooke so blatantly and confidently call him out for staring at her, and so offhandedly, sexily refer to her own body, was nearly too much to handle. He wanted to be able to say something…anything…in response to her. But he was locked into a kind of erotic paralysis, which included, of course, keeping his thumb firmly pressed onto the remote in his pocket. 

“Geez, I really am too much for you, aren’t I?” laughed Brooke, leaning back in the booth as she regarded Lucas with wide eyes and a toothy smile. At this point, she wasn’t even making fun of him anymore — instead, she was just marveling at the extent of his inability to behave like a normal human being around her. She made a point to glance straight down at his crotch, which by now was sporting the obvious tent of an erection, pointing straight upward like a teepee in his khakis. Lucas actually saw it this time…the green flash in her eyes…which lingered for a couple seconds longer than before. He looked up at her helplessly — the size of her body now completely hid the booth beneath her from view, even though it was a larger area than the chair she had been sitting in. His eyes were now no higher than the underside of her breasts, with both of them sitting down, and still she grew, taller, taller, and taller, beyond him. 

“I mean, just look at you,” Brooke chuckled, her voice bordered with rosy amusement that teased his already-tormented cock, “I don’t think it’s a secret anymore how you feel about my body, Lucas. So you’re a fan of what the nanobots are doing to me, huh?” 

Lucas could do nothing but nod his head. 

“You like that they’ve made me have these niiiiice long legs, hrmmm?” Brooke extended out one of her legs and felt her thigh up and down with her hands. 

“You like these biigggg hips here? God, look, Lucas, they’re so wide, aren’t they? And this teeny-tiny waist? Check that out — pretty big difference there, right?” 

Now Lucas wasn’t even nodding his head. He felt his body swaying in place, like he was about to topple over. 

“But I know you like these most of all, don’t you?” Brooke persisted, again cupping her breasts in her big hands as she shook them once more in Lucas’s face. Or, at least, as close to his face as they could get. At this point, she was literally shaking them over his head, and he felt the sweeps of air coming from their heavy motion ruffling the top of his hair. 

“I bet you can’t believe how big they’ve gotten already,” murmured Brooke, clapping them together softly, but with undeniable erotic energy. “They feel soooo heavyyy on my chest right now. I wonder if you would like them if they were even bigger...” 

Lucas’s face was bright red as he heaved in breaths in and out, staring forward into the top of Brooke’s stomach (as her torso continued to strain her increasingly-hapless violet dress) as he took in her cool, effortless dirty talk. 

‘Oh my god…oh my god…oh myyy goddddddd,’ he thought with a previously-unattained level of desperation. ‘She…she can’t…doesn’t she…doesn’t she know…what she’s doing to me right now!?!’ 

“Yeah, it might be about time for you to throw in the towel,” came Brooke’s softly laughing voice from above him. He looked up past her breasts, which now partially obscured her unearthly-beautiful face, of which he could see the dark twinkling orbs of her eyes. 

“To give it up,” she continued pitilessly. “To just surrender. I've become too much for you. And I'm becoming more. You should give up, Lucas. Why don’t you just…Wait, hold that thought!
Lucas shook his head, trying to clear him from his helpless reverie. 

“Wh-what?” he managed to breathe, almost in a whisper. “What…is it, Brooke?”

“Look!” came Brooke’s happy voice, and Lucas managed to glimpse, through her breast, the sight of Brooke licking her full lips with a long, sinuous, red tongue. “The food’s here!” 

“The…food!?” came Lucas’s gasping voice, almost in a whine. It was the first time that he had spoken in a while, and he was shocked by how weak and childish his voice sounded compared to Brooke’s. But really, even in this moment, Lucas knew that it was more to do with the depth, strength, and vibrant vitality of Brooke’s voice than anything else. Any time she spoke, he felt his already-tormented loins seize up, threatening to blast forth a cascade of cum. But something in Lucas’s mind made him double down on himself. He must not cum…he must not cum…and still, and STILL, he pressed down on the remote. 

“Ooooo, look at your steeeak!” intoned Brooke, her luscious voice once again forcing Lucas to grit his teeth and clench his knees together, in an effort to keep his turgid member at bay. “It looks soooo delicious, Lucas. Haha, I might have to take some for myself — what an impressive hunk of meat!”

“Ahaha yes, of course ma’m,” laughed the waiter, his own face hopelessly blushing as he sat down the plates. “And for the…the lovely lady…the pan-seared ahi tuna.” 

“Mmmm, it smells wonderful!” sighed Brooke, closing her eyes and inhaling through her flared nostrils. “Although,” she continued, opening her eyes and glancing down at Lucas, giving him a playful hip-check as she nestled her creamy thighs up closer to him, “I can’t imagine why I would’ve ordered fish before a niicce juicy steak.” 

As she spoke, Brooke snaked her hand down onto Lucas’s thigh, covering it completely as she slowly, softly squeezed it, starting just above his knee and ever so surely beginning to go up his leg, her large hand and strong fingers squeezing, squeezing softly, insistently, teasingly. 

“I wonder what could’ve gotten into me, hmmmm?” she quipped in her sweet drawl, arching her head down so that she could see Lucas fully, past her expanding breasts. Her massaging hand was creeping ever closer toward Lucas’s pants pocket…the pocket that held the remote. Lucas felt himself beginning to panic for multiple reasons — he was afraid he was about to cum all over himself, and NOW, he was additionally afraid that Brooke would find the remote. He had no idea what might ensue after she found out, but right now, all he knew was that she must not know. But it wasn’t like he could do anything to stop her. With each dulcet note of her voice, with each heavenly scent of her movement close to him, with every electric touch of her creeping, insistent fingers, Brooke was rendering him utterly paralyzed. 

She suddenly scooted back, away from Lucas a little, but only so that she had the room to bend down voluptuously toward him, filling his vision with the mighty, sweet-smelling wall of her cleavage. Lucas felt his heart seize up in his chest as he beheld the juicy mammaries that were now unquestionably threatening to squeeze and burst themselves out of the confines of the violet dress, a dress that was looking more and more taxed and strained by the moment. Lucas was sure that he could even hear the gentle but insistent sounds of the fabric stretching, stretching, stretching in his ears. Brooke had taken her hand off Lucas’s knee, which only proved a momentary respite, because she had quickly fastened the same hand around his chin and lower jaw, directing his face upward toward her. Lucas would have been devastated at the prospect of not being able to stare at those breasts…but instead, he was staring at something that had grown totally beyond him: Brooke’s face. She looked completely otherworldly now, far too beautiful and radiant to be able to handle with any sense of composure. Lucas almost felt a sob seize up in him, and his eyes started watering. 

“My goodness, you can barely even look to me anymore, now, can you?” Brooke purred softly, her honeyed breath issuing like ambrosial vapor from between her nectarous lips and washing over him, an almost-cloying tide. “Look at your face — you can’t even make eye contact with me without tearing up! Hahaha, do I really have that effect on you, Lucas? Am I really that overpowering to you?” 

Lucas could only gape, opening and slightly closing his mouth over and over in a helpless cadence; he was trying to make words, sounds…anything at all. He really was. But nothing was coming. 

“Maybe I’ll just let you gather yourself a little,” chuckled Brooke, “I’m gonna start eating, because ohhhhh my, all these…growth spurts…haha, well they have a way of accentuating the appetite.” 

“That…” panted Lucas. He was astounded that he had managed to make any sound at all, let alone an actual word. But Brooke had turned toward her plate and was ignoring him, taking her fork deftly in her fingers and spearing a filet of ahi tuna, bringing it up to her open mouth, and putting it between her plush lips. When she pulled the fork out, the tuna was gone, and Lucas was treated to a view of her firm, gorgeous jaws, flexing and unflexing as she chewed. Lucas just sat there, watching Brooke continuing to rise up and up slowly in her seat, growing vertically at a slow, steady, constant rate. She had pulled back from him, and so, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he wasn’t touching her. But he was now able to see the whole view of her body continuing to grow and swell, and he even noticed, from the slight ripping sound, that a small tear had developed in the left hip of Brooke’s dress. The soft, creamy white flesh of her hip was now peeking out a little at Lucas, winking at him. 

“That’s…good,” he managed to say, finishing the thought he had begun before. But again, Brooke seemed to be ignoring him. She was chewing her tuna, elegantly spearing pieces of it over and over with her fork, staring out at the other customers as she chewed silently. In a matter of seconds, Lucas felt himself growing desperate. He had already become accustomed to this…demi-goddess…paying attention to him. It didn’t matter, at this point, if she was teasing him or not. To have her looking away from him while she ate, staring out at other people, paying him no mind, was more than intolerable. She wasn’t even touching him anymore! And she was still growing! He couldn’t feel her big, heavy breasts up against him…he couldn’t feel the angelic heat radiating off her body as she grew. Lucas’s cock was still hard, but now, he would have gladly traded in a premature ejaculation for more physical contact with her. It was like torture, having her so close, yet so far. His finger hurt from pressing the remote, but his very soul was starting to hurt at the idea of Brooke ignoring him.

In a monumental act of self-denial, Lucas turned his head away from Brooke to look at his steak. It glistened back at him, the warm red centers of the assorted cutlets almost seeming to mock him. They certainly looked delicious…but the prospect of even trying to eat right now seemed absurd.

“Aw, not feeling too hungry tonight, are we?” came Brooke’s voice above him, and Lucas was simultaneously thrilled and terrified when he felt her big, sumptuous hips squeeze in next to him. They were sitting at a family-style booth, that was shaped like a “C,” and Lucas was sitting at the top curve of the booth. Now, Brooke had him trapped — she had sidled ever to him, suddenly and without warning, and he had nowhere to turn to, but into her exquisite body, which he once again felt expanding and growing around him. Her hips and legs had become so big that, squeezed up next to him like she was, Brooke’s flesh was actually beginning to hang over his leg, seeming to swallow and absorb it into herself. Her breasts were now hanging like huge watermelons next to his face, and Lucas felt her gently lean into him, smushing the side of his face into her left breast. For a moment, Lucas couldn’t even breath, since his face went so far into the soft, pillowy flesh. 

“I’ve already finished my meal,” chuckled Brooke. “And you haven’t even touched yours! Even though it looks soooo delicious….so tasty.” 

Lucas tried to talk, but Brooke’s mammoth mammary blocked out any noise. 

“What’s that?” teased Brooke, raising her left arm (well over his head by this point) and putting her hand to her ear. “Were you trying to say something, Lucas? I didn’t quite catch that.” 

She reached down and pulled her breast away from Lucas’s face. He blinked his eyes rapidly, gasping for breath, even as he wished to once again feel that celestial breast flesh on his face again. It had felt like he was being suffocated by the fragrant, succulent breasts of Venus herself. 

“I c-couldn’t…” Lucas stammered, having no idea or inclination how to speak at this point. 

“You couldn’t?” mocked Brooke, letting her breast go again, so that it fell down heavily again, smacking Lucas in the face, and nearly knocking the wind out of him. “You couldn’t what? Couldn’t eat?! Haha so I’ve reduced you down that far, have I? I’ve made a man feel so…enraptured…so helpless…that he can’t even feed himself.”

“I…I,” Lucas choked. What could he say? She was totally right. 

“Well, well, isn’t that a pity,” her rich voice teased. “If you can’t even feed yourself, Lucas, then how are you going to have the energy, or the stamina, for later?” 

“L-l-later?” he squeaked, at this point barely registering how high-pitched and pathetic he sounded. 

Brooke nodded exaggeratedly, her wide eyes flashing green again, this time for ten whole seconds before returning to their normal color. She squeezed her huge body closer to his, pressing her breast up against his face even more as she put a massive arm around his shoulder, burdening him and hopelessly intimidating him with its weight and power. She was so big now that as her arm enveloped him and pulled him in tighter, Lucas actually felt himself sinking into his seat. He felt her palm wrap lovingly around his left forearm as her fingers gently, sexily scratched him.

“Oh yessss,” Brooke cooed down at him, her voice seeming to drop an entire octave deeper as its sound waves rallied the cum in Lucas’s balls once more. All it took was her voice — he was at the breaking point again. 

“Later. That was your plan tonight, wasn’t it, Lucas? Take me out to a fancy dinner, sweet-talk me, impress me with your vast knowledge of DevOps and Scrum and spiral models and V models and long-range allostery and RNA polymerases and on and on and on…and then taking me back to your place and showing me what a good fuck the Office Manager of Braden can be? That’s what you had in store for tonight Lucas, wasn’t it?” 

Lucas barely managed to nod his head. 

“Uh-huh,” nodded Brooke back. “But you see here,” she continued, turning away from him to look at the steak on his plate, “Something hasn’t gone quite right in your plan, has it, Lucas?”

She picked up a juicy cutlet of his steak with her fingers and held it up, turning back to him as she shook it playfully in his direction. 

“Because, see…you haven’t impressed me tonight.” She brought the cutlet up to her mouth, inserted it in between her parted, velvety lips, and closed them over it, sucking on it audibly, and then finally pulling hard enough to where she sucked up the entire cutlet in between her lips, making it disappear from view entirely as she worked her jaws with a closed mouth, making quick work of it and swallowing. 

“Mmmmm tasty,” moaned Brooke, licking her lips down at Lucas, whose face was still pressed up against her heavy, growing breast. Brooke adjusted herself to where her body was still squeezed up against him, but to where he could get a clear view of her face, up past the swelling frontier of her bust. Lucas could hear her dress really stretching now, and he glanced down at the tear in the hip of her dress — it had gotten bigger.

“All you’ve really done tonight,” continued Brooke mercilessly, picking up another cutlet with her fingers and twirling it sexily in front of her mouth, “Is show how hopelessly overmatched you are.” 

She extended out her long, delicious tongue, giving the cutlet a slow, sumptuous lick, her eyes never leaving Lucas’s. He felt himself starting to seize in his groin…it was going to happen…he was going to cum, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. 

“Just...look at you compared to me now!” Brooke laughed, shaking her head as she popped the steak into her mouth, chewing quickly as she continued her headshake, like she couldn’t believe the crazy extent of the disparity between them. 

“Hahaha, you barely even come up to my breasts when we’re sitting down,” she mocked, palming the back of Lucas’s head as she pressed his face full-on into her boob, rubbing his entire face in her flesh as she laughed softly above him. With her other hand, Lucas heard her smacking sounds from above as she licked her fingers off and then he felt it — the electric tingles of her other fingers softly tickling and scratching the back of his neck, as she continued gently but firmly pressing his face into the hot, heavy flesh of her breast. His face was covered…he felt his entire head starting to sink into her flesh. The silvery, tinkling raindrops of her laughter danced in his ears…the voluptuous swell of her legs growing over his as they pressed and squeezed against him under the table…her fingers gently and insistently scratching the back of his exposed neck…her huge hand easily palming the back of his head…her breast literally taking his breath away…it was all too much for Lucas. He cried out into her breast as his body shuddered and spasmed helplessly, and he came in ropes in his khakis. 

Brooke watched Lucas’s powerless convulsions steadily, not taking her hand away from his head as she felt the pitiful vibrations of his orgasm through her voluminous flesh. A moment later, Lucas thought he was feeling the effects of his movements in the gently shaking, rippling flesh of Brooke’s massive breasts, her curved, fleshy hips, and her enormous thighs, but he quickly realized that the vibrations weren’t coming from him — they were coming from her. Brooke was laughing. 

“Oh my godddd!” she exclaimed, “Did I actually just feel you…cum in your pants, Lucas?!”

He was far too overwhelmed to answer, and could only take deep, heaving breaths in and out, trying and failing to regain a steady stream of oxygen in his system. He didn’t have much hope of this, however, because Brooke had suddenly taken her right hand and put it down directly on his crotch. Lucas lurched, both from the after-effects of his orgasm and from the overstimulation of Brooke’s hand — he was stunned to see how huge it looked in his lap; it easily spanned the entire area of his crotch, and even covering much of the area around his upper thighs. A paltry little whine escaped his lips. 

“Awww, you did!” laughed Brooke, the chuckling vibrations of her breast mockingly teasing Lucas’s face, “I can feel it — you made a mess in your pants! You really did just cum…without me even touching you down there!”

With her teasing, tormenting hand still on his crotch, gently pressuring his poor, spent erection, Brooke once again redirected Lucas’s head up to hers. She turned her face sideways, staring down directly into his vanquished eyes, which pleaded silently for a respite. But Brooke, still growing, still beautifying, still increasing in every way, was in no mood for mercy. 

“Do you realize how pathetic that is, Lucas?” she chuckled, her wide eyes boring down into his. “Do you realize how easy that was for me? I wasn’t even trying to give you an orgasm right there, but you came all the same, didn’t you? It was already obvious before, but goodness — now it’s just blatant how much I’ve surpassed you. You couldn’t even form words around me anymore, and now…now you can’t even hold yourself back from cumming in my presence. I wasn’t even touching you down there, Lucas. Did you cum just from the sound of my voice? You did, didn’t you? You couldn’t bearrrrr to hear my voice washing over you without shooting your load, huh? And with your little face up against my biggggg breast? Hahaha, forget it. You didn’t have a chance of holding back. And it’s just beginning, Lucas. Can you believe that? I’m only just beginning to show you…how much more I can become. But you know all about that, don’t you Lucas? This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” 

Lucas was really starting to panic now; his face was bright red, and he could feel the pressure building in his head, his neck, and his chest. He wasn’t breathing properly; he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. But at the moment, it didn’t seem possible to attain any kind of meaningful breathing cadence. Every time he tried to draw in a deep breath, Brooke’s huge, heavy breast seemed to grow and expand a little more, obfuscating his mouth and blocking off his air. He could feel his body getting squeezed tighter and tighter by Brooke’s steadily, inexorably blooming body, and with each passing moment, he felt her big arm weigh heavier on his back and shoulders, as her thick, creamy thighs filled more and more of the area under the table. They were so big now that they were actually starting to press on the table’s underside, and Lucas could see the rising curve of her swelling thigh flesh burgeoning higher than the table itself. 

“Oh who am I kidding?” laughed Brooke, shaking her magnificent head down at Lucas, her angelic eyes dancing in delight, almost too beautiful to look at. “You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, did you, Lucas? What exactly was your plan, when I became this much? Did you have any idea what was going to happen next? Any contingencies for when I surpassed you in every way? Because I have Lucas…I’ve already become waaayyyy too much for you to handle, but I can still feel it, Lucas — mrrrrrghhhhh, oohhhhhh yeeeahh, I can still feel myself growing, becoming taller and taller, becoming bigger and bigger and BIGGER…becoming more and MORE…what’s going to happen, Lucas, when I become even more…than I am now!?” 

As she relentlessly drilled down into Lucas, Brooke had bent her face closer and closer to his, until it was no more than a few inches away. Lucas’s field of vision was now completely filled by her increasingly beautifying face, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was staring into the sun itself, into a beatific vision that was starting to surpass even demi-goddess levels of beauty. Totally independent of his own power, he felt his cock surging again in his pants, as the coil of his loins began to tighten and seize up again. He hadn’t grown an iota softer since his recent orgasm — instead, he had somehow only gotten harder, and now, he was about to cum again. 

“Ooooo I can feel you down there,” cooed Brooke into his face, furrowing her brow sexily as her full lips formed a luscious and inescapable “o” shape. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? You can’t help it — you’re totally overwhelmed. Good grief, just look at your little face…you’re ready to explode! I really am too much for you, aren’t I? I’m already soooo far beyond you, so, so much more…And just think…of what I’ll become.”

Brooke’s soft, relentless onslaught sounded like the gentle roar of the ocean in Lucas’s ears — even though she was speaking barely above a whisper, her words were washing over him, ruthlessly bathing his body, his mind, his spirit, in a warm, pitiless, sensual sea of searing pleasure. Lucas had been trying desperately to avoid making eye contact with her unbearably beautiful face, but now, he had no choice — he looked up into her face, mere inches away from his own…and into her eyes. And he saw the change — Brooke’s eyes widened even more in divine pleasure, and once again, her eyes changed to a pure, emerald green that seemed to sparkle and dazzle like twin gemstones from a sacred mine. Her eyes seemed almost liquid, like they were derived from the melted bedrock of the earth itself, but at the same time, they were hard and strong, dancing in firm lockstep with the surreal and blazing enhancement of her features. Her eyes had turned green, and unlike before, they did not turn back. Lucas’s mouth dropped open even wider as time seemed to slow down — he was witnessing the unendurable reality of Brooke’s ascension. She was more than a demi-goddess now — she had become a full-blown divine entity, and her face now shone with an unbearable radiance and beauty that made his entire body shake. 

“You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you, little man?” the goddess Brooke teased, shaking her brilliant, gorgeous head down at him, like she was speaking to a child. “You can’t hold back — I’m too much, too much, toooo muuucchhhhh for you.” 

Lucas gasped and shivered as he came again, his body wracked by convulsions as he exhaled out over and over, in desperate pants, without taking any breaths in.

“And again! And again!” laughed Brooke, her mirth now feeling like fat droplets of liquid gold raining down brutally into Lucas’s ears. “Such a mess! Such a poor, pitiful little mess you’ve made again! And still…still you can’t make yourself stop!” 

As she spoke, Brooke extended out a teasing finger toward Lucas’s pocket…the pocket that held the remote, which he was still pressing. Even in the helpless throes of his orgasm, Lucas felt a fresh icicle of panic harden through his diaphragm. She knew!

“Mmmmm, yessss,” she purred, fingering the outline of the remote through his pants. “Totally helpless to your desires. You’ve already come this far, but you’re off the map now, little one. Now, I’m the one in charge.” 

Brooke had grown so big by this point that the swell of her thighs was beginning to tilt up the table slightly. Her arm around his shoulder was threatening to consume him, to force his overmatched body to become absorbed into hers. Lucas was so overcome by her august power and beauty, and his associated feeling of inferiority and humiliation, that he turned his head sideways into her huge breast, hiding himself away from her direct stare. 

“Awww, the tiny man tries to escape into my breast,” laughed Brooke softly. Lucas felt her huge hand return to his crotch, and he felt, through his pants, her strong, probing fingers wrap themselves around his erection.

“How appropriate,” Brooke cooed, guiding his head closer to her left nipple with her palming hand. “I’ve become that much more than you now, Lucas…you’re nothing more than a little child to me…a baby…an infant. And now, it’s time for you to do what little babies do.” 

Brooke’s breasts had grown so huge and heavy that, as she guided Lucas towards the front of her left breast, her nipple actually popped out, protruding firmly and proudly out into the open restaurant air. As this happened, Lucas heard an audible tear below, and somewhere in his reeling brain, he registered that Brooke’s dress had torn down her hip. But Lucas couldn’t focus on that too much, because Brooke’s engorged nipple was now directly in front of his mouth. He tried for a moment to pull away from it, but he may as well have been trying to push against a brick wall. Brooke laughed softly above him as she kept the pressure behind his head, forcing him forward into her nipple. Its warm, firm plushness slipped into his mouth, and as it did, Brooke started gently pumping his erection. 

“Look at my legs, Lucas…Aren’t they amazing?” whispered Brooke in her angelic drawl, masturbating him through his pants as he suckled on her nipple. “The nanobots have done a tremendous job, don’t you think?" 

His mouth full of Brooke’s swelling nipple, Lucas couldn’t speak. His eyes widened as Brooke shifted one gigantic leg out from underneath the table. Most of her thigh was now openly exposed from her growth. 

"Look how smooooooth it is Lucas….isn't that nice? Aren't my legs...." she paused...reading his expression carefully in an instant as she smiled “...BIG?.... and lonnnnnng?" 

Her breasts jiggled and danced wildly beneath her stretched and tormented dress as she laughed softly. Brooke adjusted the dress around her breasts so that they didn’t bounce out completely. 

"Here, feel my legs,” she cooed. She placed his hand on her exposed right thigh. Despite his two recent orgasms, Lucas was rock-hard in his pants, and had no brain capacity left to think about anything other than his proximity to this goddess. 

"They're so wide... aren't they?” giggled Brooke, “And look at this!" She guided his hand up to her tiny waist. "Big difference, huh?" The back of his hand grazed the underside of her large, womanly assets in the process. 

Brooke's sharp green eyes were glued to the tent she was mercilessly pumping. "Oh my... Lucas!" she said in mock surprise, “D-Did...I do that?" 

It was absurd for Brooke to even tease him this way — anyone would be spewing their load if such an entity was giving them such attention. Brooke effortlessly pulled him even closer — it seemed like her body was about to swallow his whole. 

You poor thing... that must hurt...SO...MUCH right now...." 

Her heavenly, fragrant aroma was all around him. Lucas could not make sense of anything anymore. Giving him no rest, Brooke leaned in, whispering into his ears, 

"Let me make it ALL…better.” 

And then, Brooke sped up, not going fast, but fast enough to where it would be noticeable to others in the restaurant. Lucas’s eyes managed to dart around the room for an instant, for fear of being caught. But he couldn’t see anything — it was all a blur. 

"Shhh Shh Shh...It's alright” cooed Brooke’ voice above him, “Focus on me." 

She lowered her breasts into his field of vision, huge behemoths of warm flesh. 

"Focus on THESE.” 

Lucas's eyes rolled back into the back of his head as Brooke bore down on his erection with her firm, insistent hand, and he came again, shuddering in surrender as he mewed helplessly like a little baby through the fat nipple in his mouth.