A Special Treat Ch. 07
Keywords: A, Special, 07, Treat, Ch.,
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All the beautifully busty women gathered closer to watch as Margie kneeled down while still supporting her employee and suckled at her engorged teats. Most of the girls in the group continued to pull at their bigger nipples. Some of them palmed at their entire areolas, some of which couldn't be covered by their hands.
"How do you feel, Denise," Jen asked.
The raven-haired goddess' demeanor was that of a character in a "Nightmare on Elm Street" movie trying to stay awake. Denise's mind was far from falling asleep, she was on cloud nine reveling in the pleasures Margie's tongue kept introducing to her big nipples. Denise's eyes widened as if she was trying to get a handle on reality while having a crazy acid trip.
"Great," she smiled.
"Oh shit," Jen gasped. Her hands frantically pushed on her boobs as if to put them back inside her. Seeing how futile her actions were, the brunette director cradled each mammary in her palms. Her hands explored more and more of her titflesh. The girls surrounding her began to ascend on Jen as she played with her own fun bags. Then, Jen snapped back to her senses just as the girls were inches away from her.
"Stop! We have a problem."
Upon hearing Jen's stern voice, Dr. Smothers whisked herself to the busty director.
"What's wrong? Do you feel any pain?" Joyce felt around Jen's breasts. Unlike all the other times she'd examine a woman's breasts during the day, this time felt different. This exam was strictly professional to the letter.
"No," Jen exhaled. The E cupped doctor did not let up her groping of Jen's breasts. "I've been so caught up in all of this... Will you stop that!?" Jen swat Joyce's hands away. "I said I'm fine! Fuck!"
The busty director looked down at her own tits and back up at all the busty girls in her show. Some of the ladies began to catch on as they saw a look of disdain jump off of Jen's face.
"None of us will be able to fit into our corsets for the Ren Faire." Jen brought her hands back up to try to squeeze her tits back into her chest. Knowing her actions were useless, she dropped her hands to her sides allowing her swollen, heavy mams to avalanche down her torso. The director let out a near-orgasmic gasp once her breasts ceased their movement. Darcie took a small step forward, ready to speak, but Carmen was the first to make a sound.
"Does this mean we can't be in the show?"
Jen raised her head, ready to respond. Then, Darcie had a question of her own.
"Will we have to postpone it?"
The brunette regained a bit of her posture as she formulated whatever semblance she could find of an answer.
"How can we?" Every woman in the Bra-Gain Center could tell from Jen's voice that she was completely exasperated. "We've invested too much into our advertising and we're already sold out for the entire run! This is going to be so humiliating. I'm probably going to lose my job over this. Fuck!"
All the girls involved with the Renaissance Faire couldn't help but hang their heads down over what had happened.
"Now wait a minute," Margie said as she embraced Jen in a warm hug. Their nipples brushed against each other's for a moment. Upon feeling the sensations in her own breasts, Jen seemed to calm down.
"You might still be able to squeeze into them," Margie continued.
"Oh, I doubt that!" Heather's face mirrored the dry sarcasm her speech spewed out.
"Hey, we can still try," Darcie exclaimed. The shorter brunette goddess scampered to the stock room and found the largest box in the entire room. Denise and Margie were right behind her. The raven-haired sales girl snatched a box knife from a nearby shelf and slashed open the tape keeping the cardboard cube shut. Wrapped in plastic were a slew of bright white corsets with soft rope-like cords criss crossing up their backs. The sizes were printed on an accompanying placard inside the plastic packages.
Darcie began clawing through the box just as everyone else arrived. She was in the ball pen in a fast food restaurant's play area with the packaged corsets flying everywhere and her hugely grown M cupped mams swinging every which way with her lively movements. Then, the busty brunette came out from the wreckage with a 38E cupped corset she knew was supposed to be for her. Jen and Amanda inched closer to Darcie to get a better look as she tore the garment out of its plastic detention.
Darcie pulled the cords to their maximum limit and lifted the corset over her head. She pulled it over her shoulders and couldn't get any further. Upon pulling the garment off of her head, her face revealed a smile to hint to everyone she was just teasing. Then, she stepped into the top opening of the corset and pulled it up. Not caring about the tie anymore, Darcie pulled the cups of the corset up and tried her hardest to stuff her enormous tits into it. She pushed as hard as she could until she felt the cord slip out of all the grommets and flail down to the floor.
All of the women stood mouths agape at the phenomenal sight. Darcie dropped the corset and brought her hands back up to cup her large, firm boulders. Amanda came up behind Darcie and scooped up the corset's cord.
"Well, we know there's two corsets we can cancel the order on." Amanda's voice seemed somewhat disappointed.
"What do you mean by two?" Darcie twirled around to Amanda, their nipples less than an inch away from each other.
"Shit Darcie, I was an F cup before all this happened," Amanda explained as she cupped her M cupped knockers and jiggled them in her palms. "You've proven to me at least that there's no reason for me to try mine on."
"I'm sorry to screw up your show," Denise apologized with her deepest sincerity.
"It's okay; we'll have them for next year. If we even get to do it next year," Jen put her arm around the busty salesgirl. Denise couldn't help but bring her hands around to fondle Jen's M cupped mams. Jen smiled warmly as the younger girl played with her bigger breasts. Just when the brunette director was getting into this new session of titplay, Margie cleared her throat nearby.
"You know Jen, you haven't paid for these corsets yet..." All the busty women shot hopeful glanced towards Margie and then back to Jen. "If you want to buy everyone in your show a bra instead, I think we'd be able to work something out. Besides, these large cup sizes are just about the same as a corset. It'd be something these girls could definitely use until the drugs wear off." Margie's savvy negotiation was not lost on Jen.
"That'd be really nice. They'd definitely be able to have some great cleavage like I want for the overall look and more maneuverability than those corsets could possibly allow, but I'd hate for only an exclusive group of girls to look this good for my show..." Jen stroked her chin in thought. Her eyes perked up to see Margie's as big as her own.
"Of course!" Both busty women shouted at each other. Upon realizing they both had the same idea; Jen lunged into Margie for a quick embrace.
"There's still one problem: how are you going to get more of that fudge and get it into all of the girls at the same time," Margie asked Jen.
"Hold on just one second," Dr. Smothers strode to the two older women. "You mean to tell me you plan on administering a drug without FDA approval upon a flock of unsuspecting women? Are you out of your mind!?"
"What's wrong with that," Heather asked. "You did the same thing to me and Darcie."
"That's a bit different!" Dr. Smothers made no effort to hide her defensiveness in her voice. "That was negligence on your part. You did not take the medication as it was prescribed."
"Who the fuck told us there was nothing wrong with me and Darcie?" Heather's entire body blushed into a fine shade of pink as the conflict between her and Joyce escalated. Jen realized what the situation could escalate into and saw it was time for someone to act as a referee.
"Whoa! Who cares," Jen pushed her way in between the busty doctor and her busty actress. Each of Jen's hands explored both Heather and Joyce's nipples. Dr. Smothers seemed to resist at first, but Jen's fingers pinched on of her swollen nipples and tugged her back into place. Both ladies' eyes rolled into the backs of their heads while the brunette director caressed their sensitive breast flesh.
"This feeling is too good to be kept secret. In fact, it should be a crime to NOT share this with our friends. What do you say," Jen's words soothed both agitated women. Words were reluctant to formulate in either Dr. Smother's or Heather's mouths. After a few moments of passionate moaning, Darcie broke the silence.
"Why don't we just throw an early cast party?"
All eyes were on Darcie upon her announcement.
"That's a great idea! In fact, I've got the cast list in my purse," Amanda immediately replied.
"Okay girls, you heard Darcie and Amanda. Let's start making some phone calls and round everyone up at my house. Besides, I can't wait to see the turn out in the costume shop. God, I love these new tits!"
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Keywords: A, Special, 07, Treat, Ch.,