Laura 2

"You gotta get changed. Dinner's almost ready to come out of the oven," she said, standing up between my legs. Without hesitation or apparent effort, Laura leaned forward, grabbed me under the armpits, lifted me straight out of the chair, and threw me up on her shoulder.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, amazed that my Laura could lift me out of a chair and carry me.

"You might be too weak to climb the stairs after shooting that load," she giggled. She walked out of the office, started across the foyer towards the stairs, then reversed herself and walked back to pick up my suitcase, carrying it in one hand and holding me with the other arm. She started walking up the stairs. It was evident that it was no strain for her.

I was a bit too shocked to protest that she should put me down rather than straining herself (even though she didn't seem to be.) I looked at her upper arms. Now I couldn't see them clearly because the negligee wasn't gauzy enough to be see-through, but they looked really big! I told myself I had to be imagining things, that she couldn't have sprouted huge muscles between Monday and Friday.

She dumped me on the bed and from the look in her eyes I could tell she was very horny. She started taking the nightgown off when the oven buzzer rang off. "Saved by the bell," she laughed and went back downstairs.

She had a robe on when I got downstairs, so I couldn't check out her arms. I was still thinking it was my imagination. Before bed and turning out the lights (and before a great night of hot sex!) I gave her arms and breasts the once over. Maybe they were getting bigger, but I was kind of relieved that she didn't have the whoppers I'd imagined she had when she was carrying me up the stairs.

Laura was sitting on top of me the next morning when I woke up. It's a little game she likes to play. She likes to try to pin my wrists down even though she's too small to. I was thinking she seemed to feel a little heavier than I remembered, but my focus was quickly drawn to fighting her off. Damn if she wasn't putting on a much better fight than usual. My male ego was a little concerned that she was going to notice I wasn't keeping her at bay as easily as I usually do. Eventually she gave up trying, but it definitely was a tougher contest.

"Did I wear you out last night?" she grinned, hopping off me and heading for the shower. I was still lying there when I heard her yell from the bathroom.

"What the hell is this? Goddamn it, I don't believe it. Shit! Shit! Shit! I've got to go on a diet immediately!"

I tiptoed to the bathroom, knowing that Laura would not be in a good mood because she's religious about keeping her weight at 125.

"What's the matter?"

"Christ, I'm 140! How the fuck did that happen? Do I look fat to you?"

"Of course not!" (Even if it looked like she had put on a few pounds I sure as shit wouldn't say anything. But her body looked as firm everywhere as it always does.)

"You put on any weight?"

"I don't think so." I stepped on the scale and was 175 as usual.

"Why the hell should I be gaining weight and not you? Damn, do you think it's the drugs?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should mention it to your doctor. But believe me, I think you look great. There's not an ounce of flab on you anywhere. Just as always."

I thought that taking her out to dinner that evening might improve her mood. I picked her up at her apartment. We stood at her lobby mirror, ready to head to the restaurant.

"Did you buy new shoes along with the new undies?" I asked. I'm sure she didn't miss the slightly irritated tone of my voice.

"No. What's the matter? I'm wearing the same shoes I always wear with this dress."

I've always been three inches taller than Laura - 5 foot 10 inches to her 5 foot 7. She knows that I don't like her wearing big heels. She never wears heels bigger than three inches. I prefer looking taller, but I don't mind occasionally if she looks the same height, but I don't like her looking taller.

Looking at each other in the mirror, it was obvious that Laura was a good two inches taller than I was!

"But these are my two inch heels," she said incredulously.

"Kick off your shoes," I suggested. She took off her shoes. I slipped off my loafers. We faced each other in stocking feet. We were the same height. I hadn't noticed if before that - the change must have been gradual.

We both said, "Could it be the drugs?" to each other at the same time.

"I think a visit to the doctor is in order," I said as Laura went to hunt through her closet for a pair of flats.

Laura called the drug company on Monday and asked to see the doctor who was working with her on the test program. They told her they wanted her to have a full blood work-up before seeing the doctor, so she went in to have blood taken on Tuesday. The appointment was scheduled for the following Tuesday when the labs would be back. The doctor wanted her to stay on her meds until the appointment unless there was a significant change.

It was the Friday night of the weekend between the appointments. Laura and I were just hanging out at her place. I just had a pair of boxers on. Laura was in an old t-shirt and thong panties. "I guess they can't be that concerned if they're keeping you on the drug," I commented.

"They're not the ones getting bigger boobs and growing taller and feeling funny at times," Laura replied.

"What do you mean feeling funny?"

"I don't know what it is, but I really get this craving at times to taste your semen," she said, almost shyly.

"Well then, I agree with the doctor completely. Keep up with the drug regimen!" I laughed.

"You Neanderthal!" she chuckled, punching me playfully in the arm.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, honey. Did that hurt?"

My arm was sore and Laura could see I wasn't bullshitting. "I think I know how to take your mind off the pain," she purred. She took the hand of the arm she'd punched and slipped it under her top, bringing my fingers to her left breast. I was expecting a bra, considering how her breasts were thrusting out under the top, but she didn't have one on.

Damn if her boobs weren't fuller and yet as firm, if not firmer, as ever. She'd always been a "handful" before. Now I couldn't hold the whole breast in one hand.

She melted in my arms as I gently caressed her tit. "That's nice," she sighed. Her nipple stiffened as I rolled it with my thumb and index finger. With a slight squeeze, her whole body stiffened. I rolled the nipple around and around and then pinched a bit harder. Her body jerked and she started to moan. I flicked her with my fingers as fast as I could and then pinched harder several times, matching the twitching of her body.

"OH FUCKING GOD! YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" Laura's whole body convulsed with a seismic orgasm.

It was several minutes before her breathing came back to normal.

"Wow. I've never had an orgasm that easily," she purred. "You weren't even working me downstairs."

"I've always said I was good," I grinned.

"Oh yeah? I'll show you good," she replied. She pulled my boxers off. "I want to watch it get hard while I work my magic," she said.

Laura started dancing, undulating her whole body. She looked so hot. She spun around and started shaking her magnificent booty right in front of my face. I love her ass. Her cheeks are so round and rock hard. With all that gyrating I was rock hard pretty fast too. She saw me stroking my shaft and wagged a finger at me.

"Keep your hands off your merchandise, big boy. I'll take care of everything." She peeled the thong off and let me get a good smokin' look at her gorgeous wet pussy. She ran her fingers over her labia and spread her pussy lips to give me a good shot of pink heaven.

She turned back around and my cock was already throbbing. She knew she was getting me super turned on. She sucked in a big breath and thrust her chest forward.

"I feel like I'm gonna burst right out of this old top. It's just too small," she snarled. She grabbed the t-shirt and ripped it off her like it was tissue paper. God it was sexy to watch her rip loose and her glorious globes bounce free.

She didn't realize I was leaning forward as she was whipping her torso from left to right. SMACK! She clocked me pretty good with her tits.

"Oops. Sorry," I said. "Didn't that hurt? You collided pretty hard."

"No. I mean my breasts felt it, but it didn't hurt."

"I thought since they seemed so sensitive…"

Without warning Laura hit my face again with her breasts, three or four times.

"See? Nope. Doesn't hurt. In fact it tingles a bit afterwards, in a nice way."

Now I'm no psychiatrist and I'm not about to go see one so I can't explain to you what deep-seated thing in my head got triggered. All I know is that that act of Laura hitting me with her boobs pushed me from having been pretty hot to on-the-verge-of-exploding excited.

One thing about Laura is that she's really good at reading how excited I am and how close I am. By the look in her eyes I knew she knew I could barely control myself. She slid a bit closer to me and snaked her hand around my erection.

"Take it like a man," she grinned. Laura started hitting me with her breasts again, at first just grazing my face with her nipples. Then she really let loose, hitting me harder and faster with the full brunt of her boobs.

It took only seconds and I groaned and started to shoot my load. Laura squeezed tight, preventing me from cumming as she whacked me a few more times. I was groaning, begging for release. She dropped her head down to my cock as she released her grip, letting me rocket another copious load into her waiting mouth. She kept sucking and pumping my shaft until she'd gotten every drop.

She sat up with a smug, satisfied look on her face. "Told you I was good - and fast, too."

"You hit hard with those!"

"Hell, they must be, what, ten, fifteen pounds? They should pack a bit of a wallop. But your cock didn't seem to mind."