Trish Stratus Boobs Novels & Stories

she questioned me while staring down at my cleavage. "No, why?" "Your shit is busting out. Maybe you need to go up a size in the bikini department." "This is the same size I've always worn." "Did you put it in the dryer? Because it sure as hell doesn't fit the way it did last summer." Trish took a swig of her beer before chiming in. "The girls look a lot firmer now that you mention it."

Ahh yes, Missy and Ellie—a study in contrasts. Missy was your typical California bleached bomb bimbo. She was 5" 5", 129 pounds and had size 32 E tits along with a well-shaped set of legs and a super sweet ass. Her skinny size 22 waist made her large, enhanced boobs look gigantic. The father cared little they weren't 100 percent real; hell he paid for them. What mattered was the best plastic surgeon in all of Southern California had done his job well. Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic.

It wasn't so helpful so she said why not take them off? She stripped right there and took in her form. Her breast was medium-sized and pointed, her nipples so pink. However, they looked a little fuller. Her waist was curved to the hips flawlessly and her legs were long and straight. Her bottom wasn't so big either and her extremely flat tummy seemed to have gained weight which is very unusual. She didn't eat much last night. She frowned. The lady she saw with him in the pictures had better curves worth swooning for. Now her stomach was unusually protruding.

I look at her, my eyes tracing her path as she steps closer. It is then that I notice her outfit again, but now, without the distraction of the crowded patio, the details hit me with the force of a physical blow. She is putting on a thin-strapped crop top. The neckline is so low, practically plunging, revealing a very huge portion of her perfectly shaped breasts. They are full and marvelous, spilling over the edge of the fabric, presenting a tantalizing, deep cleavage. Oh my God, she has those kind of breasts that drive men crazy, those ones that have a beautiful, natural fullness—the kind that look heavy but are somehow still pointed straight, defying gravity and expectation simultaneously.

I tell her, my tone flat. Her lips curve into a smile, teeth glowing white. She bites her lower lip like she's trying to sell me some fantasy I'm not buying. She reaches back and unclasps her bra. The straps slip down her shoulders and she lets it fall away, releasing two round, silicone-packed tits. They sit high on her chest, stiff and too big for her frame.

GERALD'S POV The stripper unveiled her body to me like a mother would on her favorite child's birthday. Her body was one of the best I have ever seen—exactly what I ordered. Her breasts were full and perky; those hard and pink nipples were practically begging me to suck them. Her stomach was flat and defined with ab lines, giving her a small waist. But her hips were to die for. They were so wide and smooth, my hands itched to grab them, and those creamy white thighs of hers... Goddamn.

Her tits and shoulders ached, her new bosoms weight still something she was coming accustomed to. She arched her back her p**n star 40 DD melons almost busting in the fabric, the nipple rings pressing their shape into the red cloth. She was elegantly beautiful, ultra slim, flowing blonde hair about 5'6 with perfect pins; but Drazen had wanted even more and with the help of his pet plastic surgeon he had made cleavage and pussy enhancements to the lithe beauty.

When she swings that door open, then I know that I have made a big mistake. There are only but inches, and when I say inches, I mean there is a strip of red fabric covering her breasts, and then there is an even more of an inch of white covering that tight ass. She has this two-piece thing going, which covers the only thing I now desire to see. Yet, I shake my head in clear frustration. Trinity Stone will not get as much a lift from me.

And when she took a step backwards towards the car, her chest pushed forward, stealing my gaze. I swallowed as my eyes shot at her black skimpy top, noticing the size of her huge, round mounds lifting up her shirt, revealing her well toned stomach underneath it. My mouth watered, a lump of saliva moving down my throat as I imagined the softness I would feel on my chins if I were to stuff my face with her enormous bosom. ‘Fuck!’ “Hi, I'm Trisha.” She introduced, I snapped out of my gaze, my eyes returning to her face which was still flushed with embarrassment.

It was bigger than her waist, bigger than her head when she tried to tilt it back, and the skin across it had turned into a shiny map of stretch marks silver on the top, faint pink still showing where the marks were fresh. Her breasts had ballooned into two enormous, veiny balloons that hung heavy and full, constantly leaking thin, watery colostrum that soaked through every bra and shirt she owned. The plugs in her pussy and ass were no longer optional; they were just part of her wardrobe, thick black silicone that never came out anymore unless one of the men decided to take them out for fun. The sex had gotten messier, more desperate, and sometimes a little clumsier because of how big she w