The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kristi sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, her hands fluffing up her breasts almost as if doing that might somehow make them bigger and she sighed again.

It wasn’t even as if she was completely flat chested. She had breasts. It’s just that they weren’t big and they certainly weren’t as big as Carol Song’s breasts were.

It wasn’t fair Kristi thought as she fluffed her breasts yet again. Now everything about the Asian girl was most definitely petite, everything that is but her breasts. For some reason, Carol Song had big breasts. Not obscenely big but big enough that one just couldn’t help but notice them.

Or maybe it was just that on her tiny, little frame, you just couldn’t help but notice them.

And boy did people notice them or more to the point, boy did the boys notice them.

Once again, Kristi sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. It just wasn’t fair, she told herself yet again. She just wanted breasts that were as big as Carol Song’s breasts were. Was that too much to ask?

In an entirely different place, an old man considered what he’d just learned. It really wasn’t all that often that he received a request like that one. Most of the time, what girls wanted were Barbie dolls and Easy Bake ovens or maybe clothes or jewelry but by the time a girl started wanting what Kristi wanted, she was believing in other things than him and what Kristi wanted was not the sort of thing you could build in a toy shop.

Kristi Stephens certainly was old enough to have stopped believing. That in and of itself made her someone who was worth believing in.

Hmm. But a request like that. It was so out of the ordinary. It would take some time to put something like that together. The old man stroked his snowy white beard and he started to smile. But there was a way.

Kristi Stephens saw the package even before she returned home to her apartment. Of course, there was always the possibility that she hadn’t quite seen it right. Maybe it was in front of someone else’s door and even if it wasn’t, there was always the possibility that it was for one of her roommates instead.

As she got closer, it became clear whose door the package was in front of and when she got right up to the door, it became clear to the college sophomore that the package was indeed for her.

Who would be sending a package to her, she wondered as she brought the package inside and since there was no return address on the box, it left her mind open to create all sorts of scenarios in her mind as to the origin of the package.

As packages went, this one really wasn’t all that big. Measuring about a foot and a half in length and a foot deep and weighing almost nothing, it was easy for Kristi to take into the apartment and to take back to room and when she opened it up, inside she found another box but unlike the plain cardboard of the outer box, this one was much more elaborate.

First of all, it was wrapped and just one look at it was enough to show that the wrapping paper wasn’t the cheap wrapping paper that you might find at any bargain discount store. This paper was a deep red burgundy and just the feel of it was enough to show that it was of a high quality and if that weren’t enough, the big red and white ribbon gave the package an even fancier look.

Who the heck had sent this to her, Kristi wondered.

Should she open it, Kristi wondered. It certainly looked like a Christmas gift but there was nothing that said she needed to wait until Christmas and honestly, she was dying to find out what was inside.

She looked for a card but she found nothing. She gave the outer box another going over but that, too, proved fruitless. Not only was there no card telling her to wait but there was no card at all.

Given that, Kristi couldn’t help but let her curiosity get the better of her. If someone had wanted her to wait, they should have said so so with that thought in mind, she tore into the wrappings on the second box.

What was revealed underneath was a plain, white, cardboard box but when Kristi opened the top, what was revealed inside quickly turned her joy to anger. What kind of sick joke was this, she wanted to know, because inside the box was a red, satin bra, a bra that was clearly too big for her underdeveloped chest.

Once again, Kristi was looking for a card or a tag or anything that would have said who’d sent this abomination to her. She knew there wasn’t anything like that there but she still had to look all the same.

In the end, she just sat there shaking still holding the bra in her hands. Who would have done this to her, she wondered.

Wear me.

Kristi had no idea where that thought had come from but just looking at the bra was enough to tell her that there was no way she could wear that. Well she could but it would look stupid. The bra was simply far too big for her.

And yet ...

And yet what? It was too big.

And yet before she even realized what she was doing, she was unbuttoning her blouse and then she was slipping her blouse off of her shoulders.

This was stupid, she told herself. This was so dumb. She was only going to make herself mad but there she was wriggling herself out of her bra and there she was putting the big, red one on in its place.

And damn it, she was right. The bra just hung there loosely with her breasts barely even touching the bra. Maybe if it had been padded, she thought. It wouldn’t have been that much but at least if it were padded, she would have looked bigger. She cried out in frustration as she ripped the thing off and tossed it in the corner. Stupid bra, she told herself. Worse than that, stupid her for letting herself try it on.

The next morning, Kristi woke and dragged herself out of bed and she groaned. She most definitely was not a morning person.

She dragged herself off to the bathroom and as was almost always the case with her, she just stood under the hot water and let the water run and as was always the case with her, her soapy hands seemed to find their way once more to her tits and yet again, she found herself wishing that she had bigger breasts.

She slipped back into her room and pulled on her panties and then the bra. That was strange, she thought. Her bra wasn’t quite fitting so well. If anything, it was feeling kind of tight but Kristi simply wrote that off as wishful thinking as she pulled on her top and then her jeans and then finally her boots.

Once more, she tugged at the straps of her bra. It still seemed tight but she figured it was just her imagination.

Her bra was still bugging her when she got to her first class that morning but once she had her notebook out and once she started listening to what her professor was saying, she tuned out whatever he was feeling from her bra.

She was putting her notebook in her book bag when her friend Noelle came up to her. “What’s that, Kristi? You wearing a padded bra?”

“What do you mean what?” Kristi asked.

Noelle was looking at her strangely now. “Come on, Kristi. It’s pretty obvious you know.”

“What is?”

“You really want me to say it? Fine. I’ll say it. Your tits are bigger now. There. Are you happy.”

“My tits are what?!”

“God, you really are obsessed with your tits but fine. If that’s the way you want to play it then fine, I’ll say it one more time but I’m not going to say it again. Your tits are bigger now so I asked you if you were wearing a padded bra.”

“I’m not wearing a padded bra.”

“Uh huh,” her friend said in a statement that showed just how little she believed what her friend had just said.

“I’m not,” Kristi protested. “You know my mom. She’d give me hell if I ever tried anything like that.”

“Yeah, well I suppose that’s true,” Noelle allowed grudgingly.

“You really think my tits are bigger?”

“Oh yeah. It’s totally noticeable.”

“It is? If that’s so how come I didn’t notice it?”

“I dunno. I’m just telling you what I’m seeing. That’s all.”

It was crazy, Kristi told herself, but now that Noelle had mentioned it, it might explain a lot. It might explain why her bra didn’t seem to fit as well as it had done before but there was only one way to tell for sure.

Yeah sure, Kristi told herself. Like she was going to go into a public restroom and take off her top and start checking out her breasts. The only thing was once she had that thought in her head, it was nearly impossible to get it out. If her breasts were growing, she had to go see for herself.

This was stupid, Kristi told herself. This was so stupid but she found a restroom on campus. She poked her head inside just long enough to ascertain that there were a couple of girls there and then she darted back out and she waited.

One of the girls exited and still Kristi waited. Come on, she urged silently. Come on. Get out of there.

And still the second girl didn’t come out.

Come on, Kristi fretted. Come on.

Finally, the second girl left the restroom and almost as quickly, Kristi was on her way in and no sooner had she done that than she was standing in front of the mirror and she was removing her top.

Her breasts DID look bigger. She pulled off her bra and oh my God, they still seemed bigger. She fluffed her tits up. Oh my God. They WERE bigger.

And just at that moment, a woman came into the restroom. What could she do? She was standing there holding her tits and there was no way to pretend that she wasn’t.

And besides, there was a part of her that didn’t want to pretend she wasn’t. Her breasts were by no means big but they also weren’t as small as they had been before. In fact now that she was holding her tits in her hands, she could finally admit it to herself. She might not have been flat chested before but her tits had been so pathetically small.

She almost didn’t want to leave the restroom but she knew she had to so reluctantly, she gathered up her clothes but when it came time to put her bra back on, she hesitated. It all made sense now. Of course her bra had been hurting her but then why wouldn’t it hurt her. It was too small. It was with great pleasure that tossed her bra in the trash and as she put her top back on, she couldn’t help but notice the way her lack of a bra made her nipples stand out.

For the rest of the day as the college sophomore went about her classes, she couldn’t help but relish the thought that everyone was watching her and her new tits.

She returned home that afternoon to an empty apartment which was hardly a surprise. Of her roommates, Eve was probably still at class on campus, Holly was probably at her waitress job and Angel was out with her boyfriend which meant that for the moment at least, she had the place to herself.

She went into the kitchen and got herself a soda. She picked up the remote but almost as quickly, she knew she didn’t want to watch TV. She looked over at her book bag and she knew she didn’t want that either. She could always study later.

She took another sip from her soda and she knew what she wanted.

She went into the bathroom and again she took another sip from her soda as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She could see her nipples through her top. God, that was hot. More than that though, she could see dimension to them. They were round and firm and that was something she wasn’t used to seeing.

She took another sip from her soda and she started to work her top up. Slowly, she told herself. Not too fast. Tease yourself with that.

She certainly was doing that. Mmm, it was more than that actually. She hadn’t noticed it before but her nipples were so sensitive. She quivered with excitement. It was almost as if the act of pulling her top up over those nipples might be enough to make her cum.

But finally that top pulled up. There they are, Kristi cooed to herself as her tits came into view.

Her hands held her tits. They were definitely bigger than they had been before but they weren’t BIG. In fact, they could be bigger still.

Wear me.

So engrossed was she in looking at her new tits that Kristi barely even noticed the thought in her head but when she did, the response was obvious. Wear me. Wear what?

Still, almost as soon as she asked herself that, she seemed to know the answer to that question as well and suddenly, she was rushing back to her room. Where was it, she asked herself. What had she done with it?

And then she saw it, still lying in the corner where she’d tossed it the day before. She picked up the red, satin bra and she quickly moved it into place.

She couldn’t help but be disappointed in what she saw. Somehow, she was sure that it would have been different but it wasn’t. The bra still hung loose on her body and if anything it seemed as if the cups of the bra had grown even bigger and Kristi couldn’t help but feel just a little bit pissed off at that. She’d thought that it would have fit her better now but it seemed as if she was no better off than she had been the day before.

Dejectedly, Kristi took off the red undergarment and she tossed it aside. She’d had enough of fawning over her breasts. They really weren’t that big. If she knew what was good for her, she’d get out her books and she’d start studying because she wasn’t going to get nowhere on her tits alone.

The next day, Kristi pulled herself wearily out of bed. Her first class wasn’t until eleven so it wasn’t like she had anywhere really to be so when she had the opportunity to sleep in a little longer, why the hell was it that she was still as tired as she was.

On the other hand, did it really matter?

She padded across the hallway and into the bathroom. At least no one was in there which wasn’t always the case.

Dang, she told herself. How the hell did her hair get that fucked up after only one night of sleep.

And that’s when she looked down.

“No way,” she exclaimed and then she had to pull up her top and take a look just to make sure. “No fucking way!”

She might have been excused for not noticing that her breasts had been bigger yesterday than they were the day before but these, compared to where she had been two days ago, there was no way she could overlook what had happened. Her finger prodded her breast and she couldn’t help but revel in the feel of it. It was so firm. It was so solid. It was so ... it was so BIG!

Well not big big, but certainly bigger than they had been before. She prodded herself again. How the hell had this happened.

Then on the other hand, she told herself, did she really care how it had happened.

She poked herself again and she decided she didn’t really much care how it had happened. It was simply enough to know that it had happened and after that she wasn’t tired anymore and she practically raced through her shower although she did take some time to make sure her new tits got soaped up really good.

Reluctantly, she pulled her hands away from her breasts. She could have kept doing what she was doing she told herself. In fact it came as a bit of a surprise to her that she actually liked what she was doing but as much as she might have liked it, she couldn’t spend all day playing with her tits.

She was back in her room when she realized something that until just that moment hadn’t even occurred to her. None of her bras were going to fit her anymore and damn that was hot but she had to try a couple of them on just to make sure and sure enough they didn’t fit. Her breasts were just too big.

That was so hot!

So instead, she put on a t-shirt only this t-shirt which only days ago would have been loose on her body was now being pulled tight across her chest.

Oh my God. That was so hot!

What was even hotter was what happened after she left her apartment and went to campus because she could feel eyes watching her as she walked across campus. They were watching her because she had tits. They were watching her because she had tits that were worth watching.

Now that was truly hot.

“Hey, Kristi.”

Kristi looked over to see a boy coming her way. “Hey, Scott. What’s up?”

“Not much. Just getting ready for my next class.” Scott pulled up short. “Say, is there something different about you?”

Was he serious, Kristi wondered. Couldn’t he see there was something different? “What do you think?” she asked.

Scott was looking her over as if trying to determine just what it was that was different and Kristi could feel herself getting more and more impatient. “I dunno,” he said. “I dunno un-less ... unless what’s different is that you’ve got bigger tits.”

Kristi clapped her hands appreciatively. “There you go. You got it but I knew you would.”

“So what’s up? You wearing a padded bra or something?”

“What me? I’d never do that.”

“Uh huh,” Scott said but it was obvious from his tone that he didn’t believe her.

“I wouldn’t,” Kristi tried again.

“Uh huh.”

“Scott, I’m being honest. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Kristi, come on. It’s obvious you’re looking rather bigger up top and since breasts don’t just grow overnight, it’s obvious you’re wearing a padded bra or something like that. It’s cool, you know. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

That didn’t sit at all well with Kristi. The whole fact that Scott was saying she didn’t have to explain herself almost guaranteed that Kristi was going to want to explain herself. “You got to believe me, Scott. I’m not wearing a padded bra.”

“Okay, fine. You’re not wearing a padded bra. Fine.”

He didn’t believe her and that just wasn’t right. She wasn’t lying. “I’m not lying,” Kristi said. “I’m not lying and I can prove it to you.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Like this,” Kristi said and she pulled her top up so that Scott could see her tits.

“Those, um, those are real.”

“Told you,” Kristi said proudly.

“But ... but how?”

“I don’t know. It just kind of happened.”

Scott was still looking at Kristi’s breasts. “That’s cool, I guess.”

“Yeah, I think so, too. Hey, Scott?”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe you might want to touch them.”

“You wanted to know if I wanted to touch them?”

“Well yeah,” Kristi said. She wasn’t even sure why she was making the offer but it excited her nonetheless.

“You’re sure?”

“Sure I’m sure.”

“Okay then, I’ll do it.”

“Well go ahead then. You can do it.”

There was something about the way he did it, almost as if he was easing in to it and almost as if he was ready to pull his hands back at a moments notice that made it so hot. Maybe it was the slowness of it that built the anticipation. Maybe it was that she could totally see it coming. Maybe it was just that his hands were getting closer and closer.

And then they were there and Kristi couldn’t help but shiver as Scott’s hand cupped her breasts.

“Wow. These are ... these are nice!”

“You better believe they are, Mister, and you know what?”

“What?”

“Look at my nipples. Look how hard they are. My nipples just can’t wait to have someone play with them. The question is are you man enough to play with my tits?”

Actually, the real question was why had she just said what she’d said. Somehow, she was sure what she’d said was true but really if she’d only just gotten her new tits, how had she known what she’d said was true and yet Kristi knew. It was true.

“You want me to kiss your tits?”

“Only if you want to.”

That Scott had done as much as he’d done was already surprising in and of itself but what was even more amazing was what happened next for it almost seemed as if Scott were somehow entranced by her breasts. He leaned down as if to kiss them but at the last moment, he seemed to change course and suddenly he wasn’t just kissing them but he was brushing up against them and pressing his cheeks against them and as Scott continued to brush up against her tits, Kristi found herself stroking his hair. This was incredible, she told herself.

What was even more incredible was the feeling of his lips and his tongue on her nipples. They seemed almost to have a direct line to her pussy because any stimulation of her nipples just seemed to make her pussy all that much wetter.

She stroked his hair as he continued to make love to her breasts. “You like that,” she cooed and Scott nodded. It was obvious what he liked.

“You know, you keep doing that, you’re going to make me cum.”

If that was supposed to make Scott stop, it had the opposite effect. Instead of stopping, he kept licking and sucking and then he sucked her nipple even harder.

“Oh my God,” the girl gasped.

If that was supposed to make Scott stop, that too had the opposite effect. Scott seemed to sense the effect that his lips and his tongue were having and that just made him lick her even harder.

“Oh my God,” Kristi moaned. “Oh my God.” This couldn’t be happening to her and yet it was. She couldn’t be on the verge of cumming just from having some guy lick and kiss her tits.

But maybe that was the whole point. She’d never had tits worth noticing before and now that she did have them, maybe that was why this was having the effect on her that it was having.

Scott slid his cheeks between Kristi’s breasts and even as he pressed himself into her cleavage, his fingers once more worked over her nipples and Kristi couldn’t help but moan even as she started to cum. Oh my God, she thought. That was so good. That was so fucking good.

And it was only then that Kristi realized that she and Scott had drawn an audience and Scott it seemed realized it a moment later as well. It was a group of about twenty students, mostly boys but there were a couple of girls there as well that were gathered around her and Scott and they were watching her.

No, they weren’t just watching her. They were watching Scott make love to her big tits,

Now that was so hot.

It was also embarrassing, too. As hot as it might have been, it was embarrassing, too, so Kristi quickly pulled her top back down and she stomped off all the while trying hard to not make eye contact with anyone as if the lack of eye contact somehow meant what she’d done hadn’t really be seen even though the claps and whistles she heard as she stomped off were reminders that it had been.

By the time she returned home later that day, Kristi was of two minds as to what had happened. She stripped off her top and she looked at herself in the mirror as her hands played with her tits. On the one hand, it was embarrassing. There was just no getting around that but on the other hand, on the other hand, Scott had seemed totally transfixed by her tits.

Her fingers made slow circles around her nipples as she thought about that. Scott had loved her tits. Now that was totally hot.

Wear me.

That thought barely registered with Kristi as she continued to play with her tits but then there it was again.

Wear me? Wear what, but to ask the question was to answer it. She quickly rushed back to her bedroom. Where was that thing, she wondered. Where had she put it?

She found the red, satin bra in the corner where she’d tossed it in disgust but that had been before, she reminded herself. That had been before she had what she had now. This time would be different.

She was still thinking that right up until she pulled the bra in place.

She couldn’t believe it. Compared to that bra, her breasts looked even smaller than ever. They looked tiny. They still were the same size as they had been moments before but compared to that bra, she looked small. Hell, she might as well as have been flat chested with the way that bra looked.

Once more, Kristi angrily took the bra off and she tossed it aside. Stupid bra, she told herself. Her breasts were just fine and yet now she couldn’t seem to get as much enjoyment out of them as she had gotten just minutes before.

Stupid bra, she told herself.

She was still pissed off the next morning when she woke up. She’d gotten used to the fact that her bras didn’t fit her anymore. She acknowledged that when she pulled her t-shirt on that morning that it was stretched so tight across her front that she couldn’t even tuck it into her jeans but that didn’t seem to matter, she told herself. Her tits were just so small. They were pathetic.

She was still in a foul mood when she went out to her car to start it but when she put the key in the ignition and turned it, nothing happened.

And just like that, her problem with her tits was quickly forgotten. She had a more pressing issue to deal with. What the hell was wrong with her car?

She tried turning the key again and again nothing happened.

She hopped out of her car and she looked at the hood as if simply by looking at it, an answer might be revealed to her but no such answer was forthcoming to her. She was out of her element and she knew it. She felt so completely helpless.

“Is something wrong?” a guy asked.

“It’s my car,” Kristi said.

“What seems to be the matter with it?”

“It won’t start.”

“You want me to take a look at it?”

“Could you?”

“Sure. Why don’t you pop the hood for me.”

Pop the hood, Kristi thought. She should know how to do that but she didn’t.

The guy was looking at her. “Do you know how to pop the hood?” he asked.

Reluctantly, Kristi shook her head.

The guy sighed. “You mind if I take a look?”

Kristi shrugged and the guy looked inside the car, found the release for the hood and moments later, he had the hood up.

“So what do you see there?” Kristi asked.

“Nothing obvious,” the guy said as he fiddled with the wires. “You say this was working before?”

Kristi nodded. “I drove it yesterday.” She moved in closer so that she could peer over the guy’s shoulder. “Can you fix it?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with it yet.”

“Oh,” Kristi said mournfully even as she moved in closer still.

The man could feel the girl pressing up behind him or at least he could feel one part of her pressing up behind him. “Excuse me,” he said.

Kristi pulled back just a little.

The man turned to face her. “Did the engine turn over at all?”

Kristi shook her head.

“I, um, I think maybe you’ve got a dead battery.”

“Oh.”

Damn, the girl had big tits. He’d noticed it before but it wasn’t until she pressed up behind him, it wasn’t until he felt her tits in his back that he’d really noticed them, but ... damn!

He was looking at her tits. God, that was hot, Kristi thought. She really liked it when guys looked at her tits. “Are you sure it won’t start?” she asked.

The guy’s name was Sam and Sam shook his head. He wasn’t really sure if it would start or not but what he was sure of was that the girl had one of the most wonderful pair of tits that he’d ever seen. Stop looking at them, he admonished himself. If you keep ogling them like that, she’s going to think you’re a real creep.

He really likes my tits, Kristi thought. That was cool.

Stop looking at them!

“Well, I suppose if it won’t start, I might as well go back to my apartment. Do you want to join me in my apartment?”

Did he? Of course he did.

“Well if you want to join me, follow me.”

Sam followed Kristi to her apartment and then he was following her inside. “I really appreciate your trying to help me,” she said. “I wonder if maybe there’s something I can do for you.”

“Something?”

“Something like this,” Kristi said as she pulled up her shirt. “I couldn’t help but notice the way you were staring at my breasts.”

Sam couldn’t help but gawk at Kristi’s tits.

“Perhaps you’d like to show me something, too.”

“Like what?”

“Oh I think you know what I’m talking about. If the way you’ve been looking at me is any indication, it’s what you’ve got there in your pants.”

For a moment, Sam seemed unsure as to whether he’d heard what he thought he’d heard but when he finally decided that he had heard what he’d thought he’d heard, that was all it took to get him to open his pants and push his jeans down.

“Oh my,” the girl gushed. “Would you look at you. You’re so big.”

Not really, Sam had to tell himself. Not nearly as outstanding as the girl’s breasts were.

“Perhaps you’d like to join me in the bedroom and we can find out just how big you really are.”

Sam might not have been as impressed with his size as the girl with the big tits seemed to be but even so, there was no way he was going to turn down an offer like that so of course, he followed Kristi into the bedroom.

“Let me ask you something,” Kristi said.

“Yeah sure. What do you want to know?”

Kristi’s hands hefted up her substantial breasts almost as if she was daring Sam to not look at them. “Guys like girls with big breasts. Isn’t that right?” she asked.

Sam eyed her breasts before he realized he still hadn’t answered her question. He looked up at her. “Yeah, I guess,” he said.

“You guess?”

“No. I mean yes. I mean guys like girls with big tits.”

“You mean girls like me, right?”

Once more, Sam’s eyes dropped down to take in Kristi’s rather substantial breasts and he nodded. “Yeah. I mean girls like you.”

“Mmm, I’m glad. You know I’ve always wanted tits like these. Always, and now I’ve got them and you know what?”

“What?”

“My breasts are so big that they’re actually heavy. Do you want to feel how heavy they are?”

“Um, sure. Okay.”

“Well if you want to feel how heavy they are, you’re going to have to take your clothes off and lie down on your back first.”

Sam didn’t bat an eye as he did what he was told to do and it wasn’t long before Kristi was moving up over him and straddling his body.

“My breasts are so big,” she explained even as they fell heavily onto Sam’s chest. “They’re so big and full that they are just begging to be supported.”

“Yeah.”

Kristi let her breasts rest on the guy’s chest and as far as she could tell, he certainly didn’t mind her doing it and that’s when she reached between her legs and she took hold of his cock and she pushed herself down onto his member. “Do you like that?” she asked. “Do you like it when I fuck you like that?”

“Oh yeah.”

If the way he was eying her tits was any indication of the truth, she could bet he did like it but she liked it, too. She liked resting her tits on his chest while she rode his cock. “Are you going to cum for me?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“I know you will,” she cooed. “Do you want to know why I know you will?”

“Why?”

“Because guys like girls with big tits and more than that, I’m the sort of girl who just loves guys who like girls with big tits.”

“Oh yeah.”

Oh yeah was right, Kristi thought. She could feel the guy cumming inside her. Oh yeah was definitely right.

Kristi never did get to school that day and she never did find out what was wrong with her car but she did find out that Sam wasn’t the only guy who liked girls with big tits and that was just fine with her.

Wear me.

In times before when that thought had crossed her mind, Kristi had been so oblivious to it that the thought barely registered in her mind. This time was different.

The first thing that was different was that when she looked for the red, satin bra, she found it right away. Unlike times before when she’d found it in some discarded pile, this time it was right there, almost if it were waiting for her.

But as cool as that was, what was even better was what happened when she tried the bra on.

What happened was it fit!

It fit perfectly. Actually, it fit better than that. The red satin bra didn’t just fit her breasts but it seemed designed to show her tits off and that was a very good thing now that she had tits that were worth showing off.

Kristi was awake. She wasn’t sure why but she was sure she was awake.

She pulled herself out of bed. She wasn’t sure why she did that either but she had a feeling that that was the right thing to do and that’s when she noticed the light coming in from under her door.

She pulled a negligee on and she moved to the door. She pulled the door open and sure enough, there was light coming from the front of the apartment. Someone was out there.

She crept forward until finally she saw him.

He was dressed all in red with a big red hat and shiny, black boots and even though his back was to her, she saw immediately that he was a big man and almost as if he knew she was there, he turned around quicker than a man his size should have been able to do and when he did, Kristi couldn’t help but gasp. “Santa?”

“Hello, Kristi.”

“Is it really you?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“But ... but how?”

“You never stopped believing in me, did you, and because you never stopped believing in me, I never stopped believing in you.”

“Santa?”

He nodded at her chest. “I see you’ve grown since I saw you last.”

Kristi looked down at herself and at the red, satin bra she was now wearing. “Do I have you to think for these?” she asked.

Santa just laughed. “It’s a little something me and the elves cooked up. Do you like it?”

“I love it!”

“I thought you would but Kristi?”

“Yes, Santa?”

“If you want to keep those, then there’s something that you’re going to have to do for me.”

“Something I have to do for you, Santa?” Kristi said with unabashed innocence.

“A man has needs my dear and one of those needs is a girl with really big tits.”

“Santa!”

“Come now, my dear. After all these years of believing in me, don’t tell me you’d turn your back on me now and especially not when I know what you really want.”

“W-what?”

“You want a man to slide his cock between those lovely mounds of yours.”

Well of course she did and why shouldn’t she. When you had breasts as big as hers, why wouldn’t you want something like that? She was just surprised that he actually knew it and now that he’d said it, she knew she wanted it. “But, Santa?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t you have toys to deliver all around the world?”

“My dear, as you well know, the non-believers take great pride in saying I cannot possibly exist because of the physics involved in doing what I do but if I can bend time enough to deliver presents to boys and girls all around the world, I think I’ve got time enough to fuck your tits so what do you say?”

Well, when he put it like that, what could she say. Kristi opened her negligee to reveal her ample mounds.

Even Santa seemed astonished. “Oh my dear. That’s very impressive.”

“Thank you, Santa.”

“If you really want to thank me, I think you know what to do. Why don’t you come over here and show me what you want me to do.”

Kristi stepped forward and she knelt before the man. Her hands opened the big, fat belt that he wore and then she was taking down his trousers. He wore boxers with pictures of candy canes on them but Kristi didn’t have time to pay any attention to that. She pulled the man’s boxers down and suddenly it was her turn to exclaim. “Santa!”

“I take it you like it,” the man said with a chuckle.

“I love it.”

“Show me how much you love it then.”

She could do that. In fact she wanted to do that. She wrapped her lips around that cock and she stroked it with her mouth.

The old man chuckled yet again. “There you go,” he told her. “There you go.”

She couldn’t have stopped even if she’d wanted to. His cock was just so long and thick and hard. It felt great in her mouth. It would feel even better between her tits.

And the best part was she didn’t have that long to wait.

Santa pulled back and then he pulled out of her mouth. “Lie back,” he told her.

Kristi couldn’t wait to comply.

Santa straddled her body and he pressed his cock between her tits.

Kristi didn’t have to be told what to do this time. It was obvious. As Santa stroked his cock, she pushed her tits together. God, she loved that. She loved the feel of his cock between her tits.

The old man chuckled. “I see someone likes this.”

“Mmm,” Kristi moaned. “Big cock.”

The old man chuckled again. “That’s right. Big cocks and big tits. They just sort of go together, don’t they?”

“Mmm yeah. Big cock.”

“And big tits.”

“Mmm yeah. Big cock and big tits.”

“They just sort of go together, don’t they?”

Well of course they did. Big cocks and big tits. They totally went together.

“There’s really no need to think about anything else other than big cocks and big tits.”

Well, no, there really wasn’t any reason to think about anything other than big cocks and big tits.

“Thinking about anything else other than big cocks and big tits is a complete waste of time.”

A complete waste of time, Kristi agreed. It was so much better to think about big cocks and big tits.

“Do you know there’s something rather magical about your tits?”

“Magical about my tits?” a wide-eyed Kristi asked. “What’s magical about my tits?”

“What’s magical about your tits is that any guy who you show them to will have a big cock for as long as he’s around your tits.”

“Wow! That’s kind of cool.”

“Yes, it is, and do you want to know what else is kind of cool?”

“What?”

“This,” and with that, Santa pulled his cock from between Kristi’s breasts and in the next moment, he was spewing his cum all over Kristi’s full-sized tits.

For just a moment, Kristi was startled but in the next instant, she was overwhelmed by wave after wave of orgasms Santa continued to cum and even after he had finished, she still continued to cum and cum.

“Do you know what’s happening?”

Kristi shook her head but as she was still continuing to cum, it made it rather hard to focus on what Santa was telling her.

“Cum on your tits always makes you cum. Always has. Always will.”

Always has. Always will. But wait a minute. There was something in that, something that seemed off.

Always has. Always will. That almost seemed to imply that she hadn’t always had tits as big as these but that was silly.

Always had. Always will. Kristi giggled vapidly. That was silly. To think that she might have had small, little titties. That was so funny. All she’d ever wanted for Christmas was what she’d always had and always would have.

Nice, big tits.

“Well, that was enjoyable,” the old man said, “but I really must be going. I’ve got responsibilities you know and places to go but I’ve got something for you.”

“Something for me?”

The old man cocked his head. “Why of course, my dear. It’s what I do.”

Kristi hardly had time to feel silly about what she’d said before the old man produced a box. “Here you go.”

This wasn’t any old package. This was a gift from Santa and it looked that way. This paper was a deep burgundy red and just the feel of it was enough to show that it was of a high quality and if that weren’t enough, the big red and white ribbon gave the package an even fancier look and as Kristi looked at it, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d seen something like it before.

But then she was tearing off the paper and opening the lid and when she did, what she found was ... bras. Bras that were big enough to handle a woman like her.

“I thought you might need those,” Santa said with a chuckle.

“How can I ever thank you?”

Santa smiled. “You already did,” and with that, he was gone.