The Secretary

It had been a long week, but we’d done. We’d fucking done it. The largest deal of the last 5 years of my life, and we’d closed it. Closed it like motherfuckers.

This called for a celebration. But not an ordinary celebration, oh no. This called for a special, unique celebration.

I buzzed through to Sarah, and gave her the special word. I could her the smile in her voice as she responded in the affirmative.

I closed the blinds in my office, opened the fridge and produced an incredibly rare and valuable bottle of champagne. I placed it in a previously iced bucket, and added two chilled glasses.

And I sat back to wait.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and my secretary Sarah entered. She was a tall, slim, dark-haired woman in her mid 20s, with a tight bun of hair done up above her pretty, sharp-featured face, and an attractive pair of dark framed spectacles percher on her shapely nose.

In short, she looked incredible. Today she was wearing a light grey, tightly fitted, almost woolen dress – I didn’t know the material, but it felt soft, and showed off her figure – with full length sleeves that ran to her wrists. When she was in need of comfort, she often tucked them over the middle of her hands, something I always loved about her.

She came in, with a very professional look on her face, and I knew she was ready.

Let the games begin.

“You called, sir?”

“Yes, Sarah, I wondered if you’d have a drink with me.”

She smiled a devastatingly pretty smile, and put a slender hand to her mouth.

“But it’s still office hours, sir. What about the rules?”

“Sarah – may I call you Sarah?”

She nodded, grinning.

“We’ve just closed the biggest deal of our lives Sarah, and you are in large part to thank. Please toast this success – and your part in it – with a drink. And you look fantastic today.”

She grinned, and slid her svelte figure across the floor. She was wearing large, dark stripper heels, rather at odds with her otherwise professional outfit, but she managed like them a pro, striding confidently to the seat opposite my desk, and placing herself effortlessly down onto it.

She crossed her gloriously toned legs over one another and leant forwards, making the most of her small chest.

I smiled, took the bottle from the ice bucket, and popped open the cork. She grinned as I poured the first glass, and handed it to her, pouring another for myself.

“And to what should we toast?” She asked, holding the glass up.

“To us.” I replied, raising mine in return.

“To us”, she repeated, a wide, dazzling smile on her thick, pink lips.

And after drinking from the glass, Sarah began to use her special ability, the one I’d only discovered after hiring her, and one that had allowed so many, many of our business deals to slip through at incredibly beneficial rates to us.

Adjusting the shoulders of her dress, which was more like a large, dress-like jumper, Sarah fidgeted in her seat slightly.

“Is it a little warm in here?” She asked, scratching her shoulder.

“Are you ok?” I inquired, trying to suppress my delight. I loved the tease.

“Yes, I’m fine”, she replied. “Just feeling a little…tight.”

As she said this, her…ability kicked into gear, and the two tiny lumps on her chest started to, almost imperceptibly, grow larger. I found myself wondering what bra she’d gone for. Had she left room for major growth, providing her later, more expansive figure extra support, or had she gone for a suitable-sized bra for her initial bust, only to burst out of it early? I couldn’t wait to find out.

“You look a little…stuffed.” I responded, as Sarah’s breasts continued to slowly expand outwards, creating perfect, tight balls on her chest, as her dress started to be slowly pulled up. I loved this moment, as her gorgeous, tanned legs became more and more revealed as her breasts required more space in the dress. I’d seen it work on a hundred horny businessmen, and despite being in on the ruse, it always worked a charm on me as well.

“I don’t know what you mean”, she smiled, standing up out of her chair, her beautiful tight ass cheeks riding pert and high as she turned and strode around the office, the tightness in her chest pulling her dress more taut everywhere else.

 

“So many awards.” She murmured, picking up and examining the trophies on my shelf as her breasts slowly inched out larger and larger. I loved it when something was held up to them, as then you could actually witness her bust expanding, stretching bigger and larger, as if it were reaching out for whatever she held in front of it.

Neither of us knew what caused it, but it was such an incredible asset to this company, and I never, ever got tired of seeing it in action.

Sarah’s breasts were approaching the size of softballs now, and she began to pull at the tight folds of her dress as it became more and more taut over her expanding figure.

“Are you sure the air con is working?” She asked, a look of mild distress in your eyes. “I’m so…hot.”

Draining my champagne flute, I got up from my desk, mock concern in my eyes, and strode over to her still-expanding figure, my rock hard cock only growing harder as I watched her boobs inflate before my very eyes. I loved how far out in front of her they were already, and thought quickly back to all the times she’d ‘accidentally’ knocked over a glass or a pot of pencils on her strolls round a potential client’s office. They were never potentials for long after that.

Pulling at the top of her dress, which was slipping down over her shoulders, revealing a two tight black bra straps, Sarah strode away from me on her huge heels, her dress pulling tighter and tighter with each step she took. I noticed with a thrill that I could just see the outer curves of her breasts either side of her. I loved it when she got that big. The width really excited me, and further rammed home in my mind how large and cumbersome her bust was getting. For me, it really was the bigger the better.

“You’re such a big businessman”, she said, looking at the photos on the wall, photos of me with clients, shaking hands, opening supermarkets, getting my honorary degree, that kind of thing. They were all up there to impress anyone in the office, but I loved that she brought them up. The power trip was intoxicating.

“I bet you’re…no, I shouldn’t say.”

“No, go on.” I was close behind her at this point, and could smell the shampoo she’d used on her hair this morning. The scent was delicious. Peaches. Her breasts slowly wobbled and bulged further out to either side of her. They were getting so large now. My pants tightened as my erection throbbed, and I saw her dress ride higher and tighten around the bust to compensate for her growing jugs. It was a vicious cycle; the bigger she got, the harder I got. And neither showed any signs of stopping.

She didn’t turn, prolonging the moment, letting herself grow as much as she could before unveiling her new form. I loved her for that.

Still with her back to me, she reached a hand around her gorgeously athletic, and now, increasingly voluptuous figure, and touched my waist. Her slender, perfect fingers walked down, over my belly button, across my belt, and down…down…

“I bet you’re…so…ohhhh yes.” Her fingers brushed my throbbing erection. “I knew you’d be big, but not like this. Mmmmmmm.”

I heard an audible ‘snap’ as her bra broke under the weight of her heaving bust. They must be getting really large now. I couldn’t wait to see them, but the delay was what was so particularly, excruciatingly arousing about the whole thing.

“I can’t wait much longer”, she breathed, echoing my sentiments exactly. This was why we worked so well together.

“Turn around.” I ordered, longing to see her now, enhanced form.

Slowly, she did as I asked, and although I tried to look her into her gorgeous, penetrating brown eyes, I could only stare agape as the massive zeppelins that now adorned her chest. They were humongous. Gargantuan. HH-cup hooters that swelled out in massive, curved, perfectly round balloons, stuffed tight into her struggling outfit, pulling her dress up and up, revealing more and more of her beautifully crafted legs and ass. Her dress was so high, I could almost see her underwear, and this was almost too much.

Looking at her titanic bust, I slowly raised my eyes to meet her smouldering gaze, which contained as much passion as I’m such mine did.

As always, she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“I’m not wearing any.”

With that, I grabbed her bare shoulders (her dress had long since been tugged down to fight the good fight occurring around her monumental mountains), and kissed her, hard and passionately, on her spectacular mouth. We were both breathing noisily through our noses as our tongues wrestled and our hands rubbed each other up and down.

Hers went straight to my cock, rubbing it vigorously through my pants. My hands of course moved to her colossal breasts, which were pressed hard into my chest, smooshing up in massive, doughy yet firm mounds, which drove my already lust-addled mind even more crazy for her.

Rubbing her huge tits, I noted with impossible-to-disguise delight that her chest was still growing, far more than it ever did in a business meeting. They usually didn’t need to get anywhere near this size before the deal was closed, so she usually shut her growth off around an E-cup. Occasionally we’d curve as large as an F, or a small G, but that was as far as it ever needed to go.

Now though, her enormous boobs were wobbling towards a J-cup and beyond, and her dress wasn’t going to be able to take much more expansion. I rubbed and caressed her preposterous melons, which were indeed like large, swollen watermelons in her battered dress, and as they grew bigger and bigger, beginning to tear the fragile stitching, she undid my flies, and hefted out my throbbing cock.

I knew that at this state of arousal, I wasn’t going to last long, so I instantly flipped her around, and slammed her onto the desk, where her arms held her swollen body up as I bent her over, and entered her from behind.

I slipped in to her gorgeously tight and wet cunt with such ease – she was as horny as I was, and instantly returned my grasp to her gargantuan swollen udders, which swung and sloshed down beautifully and heavily, barely staying above the level of the desk, so huge had they become.

And I began to thrust in and out of this phenomenal specimen of humanity, pumping harder and harder into her tight pussy, as she begged and moaned for more. The faster and harder I fucked Sarah, the bigger she seemed to grow, and I genuinely didn’t know how much longer either we or the dress would last.

With every thrust, I could feel her tits expand against my clasping hands, her massive nipples seemingly insignificant against the swelling gourds of flesh that they topped.

But it wouldn’t matter much longer.

As I pumped away, the sheer scale and soft pertness of her tremendous melons sent me into a frenzy of lust, and I could feel my cock hardening for a brain-melting orgasm. For her part, I could feel (and hear – oh boy, could I hear) her rapid ascent towards climax, and as I pumped her bigger and bigger, I could hear the bursting of stitching as she expanded out of her dress.

With the ripping of cloth came one last hardening of my cock as endorphins flooded my entire body, and I spasmed into a chaotic orgasm, one that filled my whole system in an earth-shattering ejaculation. Again and again I pumped what seemed to me like gallons of hot, thick cum into Sarah’s cunt, as she gripped my cock tight with her own blindingly huge climax.

Finally she lay forwards, resting on the tremendous beanbags that was her new chest, and I lay on her back, both of us breathing deeply in tandem. Slowly, my cock began to return to its normal size, and I slid it out of her dripping cunt, resting my hands on either side of her gargantuan boobs.

And, still breathing deeply and lying on her, I reached for the champagne.

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