Farm Grown outline
inspired by
http://giantesscity.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=108376&sid=f15c54f992fa20d2e954cf4d24ac7d9c
characters
Brenda - (5'5", 19yo) farm girl, helps out working the fields of her family's farm. Plans to goto college, but maybe next year.
Jason - (6', 24yo) restaurant manager
basic plot
Brenda's parents leave her home alone at the farm, as they leave for their first trip away in years.
Brenda has an accident with some farm equipment, and gets drenched in their new herbal 'pesticide' (which she notices tastes like strawberries).
the stuff makes her grow when she gets aroused....at first it makes her worried, then she likes it, then it goes a little too far.
random ideas
7 stages of grief? (shock-denial / pain-guilt / anger-bargaining / depression-reflection-loneliness / upward-turn / reconstruction )
More plot elements
Event 1
The next evening when they fool around, she gets kinda queasy to her stomach. Think's she's sick. Doesn't want to make him miss work. Sends him home.
She takes a long hot bath, diddles herself, feels queasy afterwords, and stumbles into bed exhausted.
Event 2
In the morning she wakes to find something seems 'different', but she can't quite tell what. She looks unexpectedly fresh in the mirror. Doesn't feel sick. Can't quite place it. (she's actually 5'6" and a little trimmer)
When Jason comes over he can't place it either, but she looks 'great'. They kiss in the kitchen, he hoists her up on the counter, and they get a little heated. She feels a little queasy again, stops, but then shrugs it off. He has sex with her on the counter. It feels great, but afterwords she's holding her stomach. (she's 5'8") "are you okay?" "I don't know. i'm not sick, but i keep getting these pains in my stomach. Maybe it's something I ate?" She buttons her shirt and slips off the counter and Jason is stunned to notice she is both taller and trimmer.
"What? is something wrong?" It takes Jason a minute to vocalize that she looks different "you know how something seems different, well, it's more different." - she starts to panic a little. "different how?" he drags her to a mirror, and she sees how her shirt is not only too short, it's kinda pulling at the buttons in a sexy but unintended way.
She thinks he's pointing out that she looks fat. "no no. sweetie, you're not fatter. Your taller, and kinda hotter. Don't you see?" He stands up close to her, pointing out her new relative height.
She's in disbelief. This is not possible. He starts asking questions about what happened to her. Any late growth spurts in the family. Exposed to any chemicals recently? She says no, but then recalls the plant treatment drenching.
they turn a corner, have a lead... he helps her look up the chemical, contact the company. They write a letter asking about any "unusual side effects in animal testing", "how pronounced they were", and "how long those effects last"
she's now really tired, sends him home.
getting ready for bed, she admires herself. she does look trimmer, hotter. she likes it. maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a little more. she diddles herself to sleep. (5'9")
Event 3
Jason comes by after work, and sees a person in a white-hasmat suit coming out of the fields with a sprayer.
Brenda sets down the equipment and pulls off her head-covering... explaining that after what happened before she wasn't taking any chances. Jason kinda chuckled, but agreed with her precautions. Asks if she's heard from the company. "no, not yet"
As she removes the hasmat suit, Jason has a tingly moment, like he's seeing her for the first time. In spandex shorts and tank, she's smoking hot in a way she never had been. Jason is slackjawed and staring. When she finishes, she pokes fun at him, while also enjoying the attention. "I guess a little change is good then?" He stumbles over his words, "good? babe you look amazing!"
His response makes her confident, and she gets a little sexy/flirtatious. They kiss. She starts teasing and leading him on, asking him if he'd like to get his hands on her. "Too bad you can't." (they should probably wait. she likes the change but she doesn't need to be any taller) "maybe we can just stay in and watch a movie." he agrees.
the whole time he has a hard time not staring at her. in addition to being taller, she seems trimmer, firmer, and bustier. she can feel him looking at her, and kinda likes it. coyly poses to play it up, while trying to make it seems like an accident.
during the movie, it's like she can feel his eyes on her. she snuggles up close. even just his hands on her newly tight tummy is arousing. the longer they try to avoid it, the more they both want it. what starts as a snuggle turns into squirming, and then into bumping, and pretty soon he's pushing the boundaries and exploring her body.
her thighs, her abs, and then the bottom of her breasts. they all feel awesome.
she can feel herself getting wet along with the queasy feeling in her stomach. (he likes this so much, what's a little more?)
she tilts her head back, both looking sexy and giving him a good view down the front. "hey mister. if you're going to go there, you better be willing to go all the way. Are you willing to go all the way?"
it doesn't take long for them to be hot and heavy into it, her on top. he's enjoying her tight body as she rides him. She climaxes first (5'10"), and he was just getting stated, so she starts to work him a bit more, but has a grimace on her face. He stops her, but she says it's fine, it'll pass. In another minute she gets going on him, and focuses on him, talking him into and through his climax.
Even in the dim light, he can tell she looks different. More slender, firm, statuesq. She can tell he's inspecting her body, so she challenges. "did it happen again?" (he nods) "too much?" (he smiles and shakes his head) "Let's see."
she pulls her clothes on, and stands nearly eye to eye with him, exclaiming in surprise. "ohh my god! Jason. I'm almost as tall as you are. How am I going to explain this to my parents?! Get up!" she starts ushering him to the door.
"What are you doing?" She's playfully dragging him to the front door.
"I'm trying to keep this from getting any more out of hand!" He protests. "Look, can you promise you'll keep your hands off me for the rest of the night?" Looking at her even hotter body, there was no way he could say yes with a straight face. He just awkwardly smiled. "I didn't think so. Out you go!" she pushes him through the door.
Event 4
she wakes and 'admires' her new self while having trouble fitting into any of her clothes without looking like a sex-pot (because they are all too small). she finally gives-up and gives-in.
she talks with jason on the phone, about how maybe they just need to wait a couple days.
she gets an email from the company, says she'll forward it and call him back
(reads the email)
seems like maybe they are in the clear
another HASMAT disrobing...
they fool around, (no sex this time), no queasy stomach, nothing happens, it also doesn't feel that good for her.
they laugh about how unreal that whole thing is.. though the side effects are not-so-terrible so far. Jason comments how they should sell that stuff in a bottle, it would fly off the shelves. She explains that he didn't see the other long list of possible side-effects and problems.
Greed sets in...
the next morning jason is there for breakfast, and can't keep his hands off her new hot body. she likes it, and teases him all the way through breakfast. he only rushes out the door when she points out he's going to be late
she diddles herself when he leaves, and again it just kinda feels flat. she sizes herself up in the mirror and she's the same. "well, at least that's back to normal", only a minute later she's considering what it would be like to do it just a little more.
This time she doesn't wear her HASMAT suit... it's too cumbersome. that was a freak accident anyhow.
while spraying the fields, her mind obsesses over her own body. what it felt like to change. wondering if just a little more would be better. talking herself in and out of it. taunting her to spray herself.
At some point she sprays across her leg, not sure if it was an accident or not "oops". she pauses and stares at it for a minute. Then sprays the other leg, and her arms. She remembers the 'drenching', and sprays right down across her head and face, tasting the sweet vaguely strawberry taste. Then she hears a car honking coming up the driveway and kinda snaps out of it.
When Jason sees her running out of the field, she's not only not wearing her HASMAT, she runs over to the side of the barn and drenches herself from head to toe with a hose.
walking over to him, she looks *insanely* hot all soaking wet, body parts showing through her clothes.
even as his eyes check her out, he questions her lack of HASMAT. "ohh that? it's hot an uncomfortable." (she explains it away) "is that your biggest concern right now?" she teases him, pokes fun at how he can't stop looking at her tits showing through her soaking wet shirt. "You know Jason, this has been so stressful, I really need a hug." she's totally playing, just trying to get him soaking wet. he realizes it and tries to keep her away, running into the house to get her a towel.
The addict asks for "help"...
when he comes back out of the bathroom with one, she's buck naked, spread-eagle, begging for him to go down on her. promising to give him the 'special treatment' (long drawn-out teasing oral)
IDEA: she could confess to using the stuff (she's an addict), and saying she needs "help", while really asking for "just one" climax.
she feels her stomach churning, climaxes, but kinda holds it in, and then again. coaxing him to keep going as if she hasn't come yet. she can feel her longer legs moving away from the couch. she finally finishes (6'1")
she rolls to the side, hiding her height, and sitting him back on the couch. she starts the 'special treatment', fondling him, teasing him with her breast, kissing him. eventually taking him in her mouth, but only a little. asking him if it's too much teasing. (no, no. he begs for more) okay, she teases him further.
She decides to show off her new body a little. teasing him with it. asking him how much he loves it. her firm tits, trim figure, how tall she is. she feels the whole thing making her super-wet. it makes her want to come again, but this is his treat. she offers to continue teasing him in the shower. (only if he promises to help keep the focus on him)
out of hand (shower)
he follows her up the stairs and as she's bent turning on the water he can't help but go overboard vocalizing how incredible she looks. she accepts his compliment, encouraging him to continue. when she stands, he finally realizes she's an inch taller than him, which he is a bit surprised at.
she's coy. 'ohh am i?" she leans over and rubs her ass into his cock as she checks the water temp. "feels like the right height to me." then she heads into the shower, and taunts him in with a finger.
she wastes no time soaping up his cock. asking if he wants to come in her mouth, teasing that he probably can't hold out much longer.
he unexpectedly turns the tables, stopping her and turning her into the hot shower stream. he fingers her, knowing exactly how to push her buttons. she half protests, "ooh, i don't think you should, ooh my. right there." she's caught in the moment, not thinking about the consequences. his head is over her shoulder, staring down at her outrageously hot body.
She she talks dirty into his ear and fondles her breasts, egging him on, 'threatening' how much more teasing he's going to deserve after this. she feels the queasiness and does her best to temper her vocalizing one climax, then two, then three. (6'4")
having been caught in a trance of amazement at how huge her rack looks now, he only finally realizes what had been happening when her shoulder pushes up into his chin. "Brenda?" he steps back away from her to find himself staring at shoulders far higher than they should be.
(1) shock-denial
having had more than enough, she grabs for the soap, and is surprised at how small the shower seems, how low the shower-head is, how small the soap bar feels in her hands. she expects she's about Jason's size now, maybe a tiny bit taller.
it takes her a minute to turn around, and when she does, her re-soaped hand finds his cock faster than either of them can react to her amazing new height. (she makes a quippy comment about it being his turn, or him being neglected) She brings him in close, one hand rubbing his cock into her leg, while the other wraps over his shoulder, pulling his chin to her chest.
he's shocked, and tries to react to her towering height, but it's hard with her fondling him.
she denies/minimizes (ohh, am I a little taller than you now? I hardly noticed.)
she "confesses" to having a "little accident" with the plant supplement again, and how she needs help "being careful", that she shouldn't climax "too much".
he plays along, promising not to force her clit into the hot-shower-stream "too much".
she thanks him, and says she probably shouldn't rub his cock into her clit, "too much" -- just before she does it. 'i know how much you like it, but it's probably safer just to put you in my mouth, huh?" as she does it again.
"Probably." only now she's fully rubbing him against her wet clit, and he has no desire to stop her. "maybe if you're *very* careful." he says the words even as she feels her own climax building.
the pleasure has made her actions involuntarily. "Warn me. if you're going to. come." she can barely get words out, He nods, and she lets out a whimper as her climax takes over (6'5"). She holds him tighter as it builds again, she has to move her leg and squat down a little to keep him in contact, as she feels another mini-wave, and another (6'7").
She finally decides she better stop, and straightens up to find herself looking down at the top of his head, nearly at her lips. Jason now seems so small, her long arm wrapped around him. The moment startles her, and she feels a pit welling in her stomach from having taken this whole thing too far. "Ohh no! What have I done?"
(2) pain/guilt
She immediately looses the moment, and awkwardly struggles to get out of the shower, bumping her head on the door-frame twice as she bends down to crawl through it.
"Brenda, wait!"
She didn't make it far, as she also bumped her head hard on the bathroom door frame. She stopped there -- weeping, leaning her head into the top of the door-jam, holding the side.
"Brenda, don't be upset." He found himself holding more than a typical distance from her...
"Don't be upset?! Look at me! I'm a freak." She turned, facing him in her naked, oversize, and unbelievably hot glory. (describe her) "I don't know why I did it. I guess I liked how you looked at me, and I thought a little more would be even better. I'm trying to give you a special night, and now look at what's happened! I screwed it all up, just like I screw everything up."
"Brenda. It's going to be okay. Let's just both get a hold of ourselves. One step at a time. No more, right?" She nodded. "Good."
"Doesn't this freak you out?" he shook his head, as her weeping washed away. "Really?"
Jason looked up as his girlfriend towered half-a-foot over him, the same girl who days ago had been only five-foot-five. "We'll, maybe just a little?" It was meant to be a bit of levity, but he saw her face wince as soon as he said he. "I'm kidding babe!" He rushed to close the space between them, reaching to hug her, quickly realizing her height was going to make it awkward.
Rather than back away again, sure to upset her more, he dove in, planting his cheek high on her chest and landing the most firm and comforting hug he could -- given the circumstances. In moments she was hugging him back, and he could feel her tension release as they embraced. "I'm sorry Jason."
(he looks up at her, chin tucked in her chest) "Babe, Don't be upset. In fact, don't take this the wrong way, but right now you are hotter and sexier than any woman I've ever seen!" she almost smiles. "though i admit these are making it a bit hard to think clearly." he starts to nuzzle, lick, and handle her huge breasts...this is erotic for him, but just sets her into a new anger spiral...
(3) anger / bargaining
"Seriously? I'm freaking out and you are just thinking with your dick." She turns, pressing him against the door jam with one hand on his chest. "This is your fault too you know. You knew what was happening and you did it anyhow. I'm under the influence if unpredictable chemicals. What's your excuse? Ohh right, a hard-on for bigger tits." She backed away, throwing her hands in frustration, banging one of them unexpectedly on the sink counter-top. "Fuck!" She rubbed her hand as she paced. "I shouldn't have trusted you. I should have sent you away until I figured this whole thing out."
"Brenda, I'm sorry. Please calm down." he reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist. "I care about you. I just want to help you figure this out. If you want me to go away I will. Whatever you need. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just trying to remind you of the bright side. You were excited about this for a reason. Some people would kill for what you have. Sure, we might have taken it a little too far, but you are still gorgeous hun."
Brenda had been pacing and hardly listening, but at that she lashed out. "WE took it too far? No, YOU took it too far." In a moment, she reached him, grabbing both shoulders and pinning him against the vanity. "I was trying to stop. I asked you for help! What did you do? You know what the shower does to me, that was like pouring gasoline on the fire! And for what? So you're little pecker could get off on some bigger tits?"
"What are you smiling at, do you think this is funny?" Jason was having a hard time taking this whole thing seriously. His girlfriend being giant was part of it, but it didn't hurt that she was ranting about her shower climax and 'bigger tits', while standing buck naked, those giant tits dancing just inches from his face. "Arghhh!" She pushed him back onto the vanity in frustration, his towel losing it's grip and exposing his renewed erection. "Great. I'm having a crisis, and you're just getting hard staring at my tits?"
She wasn't just seething, she was still wet and turned on herself. Seeing him hard just make it impossible to ignore. "Fine, I'll give you something to stare at mister." She propped one knee up on the vanity, and had his hardon in one hand while she fingered herself with the other. "Ohh god I want you." As she stroked him, Jason had never seen her look sexier. Suddenly she looked confused. "No! No! I need help Jason. It's going to happen again!"
The better half of Jason's mind struggled, forcing him to do exactly the opposite of what he wanted to do. He grabbed his own cock back, pushing her hand away. He didn't have much mobility, as she had one of his legs pinned against the vanity. This time when she climaxed, he saw it happen. Looking up at her body, he could see the subtle change in the curve of her breasts, the subtle widening of her torso. "Holy fuck!" His jaw dropped as she continued frantically fingering herself until it happened again, her body surging like an inhale with no exhale. "Brenda! Brenda! Stop!"
Jason swatted at her crotch to try and help her stop, but she just grabbed both his hands with one of hers. "No. Uhnnn! You wanted them bigger." She looked down in anger as she continued fingering herself. "Have them. Ahhh! Fucking. Bigger. Uhhnnn, YES! Ahhh." If those had all been mini-climaxes, she finally got the big one, as her whole body seemed to tense and release, her frantic masturbation calming just as the biggest growth surge yet hit her. (7'2")
"Oww. Owww! Owww! My leg! Brenda!" It took a few seconds for his words to cut through her euphoria. When they did she realized she was pinning his leg hard into the vanity. She reacted, jerking back, and with her firm grasp on his hands, she ended up awkwardly pulling him off it as well. His feet missed the floor and she didn't want to *drop* him, so she held him dangling like a ragdoll from her raised arm.
"Well, that's, different." They were finally almost face to face and shared moment of shock that she was able to easily hold his entire body weight off the ground with one arm. "I guess if my life is ruined, at least you can't run away and leave me." She chuckled a little.
Jason's current situation was confusing and uncomfortable, stretched out from head to toe. However, he wasn't about to argue with her. "Brenda, I have no intention of leaving you." His predicament provided a unique perspective on her new growth. Her body, while proportionally sexy, was now even larger. Looking down to the floor, his toes had to be easily six inches off the ground. In between, his eyes admired every curve of her thighs, hips, waist, and finally her breasts -- each one of which seemed almost as wide as his chest.
"Ohh, of course you won't leave...my breasts." She set him down against the wall, and moved in close, pressing one giant fleshy tit into his face. She actually leaned down a little to line things up just right. "This is what you wanted isn't it? A giant tit in your face; a giant nipple in your mouth."
She reached down, finding his erection, noticing how much smaller it felt. "Here baby, your special surprise, just how you wanted it." She rubbed her fingers against the head for a minute, before thrusting over it several times and finally milking out the climax he had building for more than forty minutes. She was careful to aim off to the side, sending it to the bathroom floor. "There we go baby. Let it all out."
She leaned back away and as Jason looked up, the expression on her face was not at all what he expected. "Now, would you like a minute to suckle on the other one? Or can your sex-goddess go hang herself now?" The question had been rhetorical, so without waiting she backed away, ducked dramatically to clear the door frame, and made for her bed.
Jason was left akwardly part covered in the mess of his own semen, and rushed to wipe himself and the floor as he called out to her. "Brenda. Don't be like that. This is unique, for sure, but it's also amazing. I wish you could see that."
(4) depression / reflection / loneliness
By the time he left the bathroom, she was spread-eagle across absolutely the whole bed. She looked giant and it looked tiny, her head hung over the far end while most of her shins hung out over the near end. Jason carefully approached, climbing up on the bed only when it seemed she was unlikely to react. "Brenda?"
"Look. I'm going to spend life as a social outcast because neither of us can control ourselves. I think you should just go."
"Brenda," he placed a hand on her naked back, intending to comfort her. However, the experience for him was really more amazed fascination, as her proportion was so surreal. Meanwhile she started weeping.
Jason finally had no idea what to say. In a way she was right. It all seemed like fun and games, but here she was laid out on the bed, bigger than any human should be. What would become of her life? Clothes could be made, but would she ever drive a car, eat in a restaurant, want to be seen in public? He laid himself down across her back, trying to hold and comfort her as she wept.
At first his grasp around her was awkward, as wherever he reached he felt like he was feeling up the side of her naked breast. Then she responded, grabbing his hand and puling it under her body. His mind still raced about the handful of boob flesh, but at least now it felt *slightly* less sexual. He laid into her as she wept.
(5) upward turn - (adjust to new reality)
"I'm glad you're still here Jason." He felt her squeeze his hand.
"I'm not going anywhere." He took the break in silence as an excuse to re-position himself. Hooking a leg over one of hers, and tucking his crotch up to her body. For a moment he worried his cock would react against her, but the moment and it having been recently spent worked in his favor.
"I'm sorry I tried to blame you. I'm the one that doused myself in that horrible stuff today. Somehow I thought it would be just fun. I was so stupid. At least I know what I'm doing with the rest of my life now." Jason wanted to lavish her with encouragement, but he held his tongue to let her finish. "Figuring out how to make a living as a giant female model, assuming they don't turn me into a lab rat."
"Ohh Brenda, that won't happen. I won't let it." Jason squeezed against her, and felt her reflexively squeeze back. Her body felt good underneath him. Calm, comfortable.
"At least I'll never have trouble seeing from the back row." They both chuckled. "And I never have to obsess about trying to fit into a size zero dress. And I bet I could carry a pregnancy without even showing. Ohh no, do you think I can still have children?"
Jason had no idea, so he said all he could. "Brenda, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." If felt like a natural thing to say, yet he realized it was the first time he'd spoken about the possibility of a real future with her. He realized he wanted one. He also realized her world was about to radically change. Would she even stay with him?
Suddenly she started rolling to her far side, pulling his body over her until he flopped over onto the bed. Then she rolled back, facing him with puffy tear-soaked eyes the only blemish to her beauty. "Did that mean what I think it meant?" She was smiling finally, and Jason didn't want to crush the moment, but also didn't know exactly what to say. He felt his face turn white. She playfully pushed at his shoulder as she giggled. "Ohh relax, I'm just teasing. Thank you Jason, for not freaking out."
(6) reconstruction - (realistic solutions in the face of new reality)
They both leaned in and they spontaneously kissed. It started a bit awkward, like it was the first time. With her new size, neither of them knew exactly what to do. Yet they quickly adjusted, and each of them found it an exciting and new experience. Jason, as feeling her larger tongue probe into his mouth was a bit exciting, and Brenda because she liked how she could pucker her lips around his in a way she never could before.
The kiss just seemed calm and nice until he reached in to embrace her and ended up with a handful tit instead. It startled them both and they broke free, her giggling, and him turning beet red for reasons he didn't quite understand. Jason was relieved to find her smiling and playful. "Watch it mister!"
"It's not my fault! Everywhere I turn it's boob boob, and more boob!" He held his palm up, pretending he meant trying to keep his hands off - which was sort-of true.
She grimaced at his joke, but then decided it was all in good fun. She closer, lifting one boob and placing it smack onto his belly -- which it nearly covered the whole of. "If you're sticking with the new me, you better get used to it." She reached for his open palm, and pulled it onto her tit. "Hand, boob. Boob, hand." The interaction was much more comical than sexy, and there was a closeness about it. Like they were both going to be 'okay'.
None of that extinguished the fact that Jason now had one giant naked tit lying on him, another smashing into his arm, not to mention the rest of her gorgeous body tucked up close. Any hope of resisting was pointless. It only took seconds for his erection to start up and brush the bottom of her tit. "And I guess I better get used to that, huh?" Jason made a quizzical face. What was he to say? Uhm, yes honey, your new hot naked body is going to make me hard at the drop of a hat. Then again.
"Yes Brenda. Your new hot sex goddess body is going to make me hard at the top of a hat. Sorry. It's just the way boys are wired."
She let out a good chuckle. "Well, bonus points for honesty."
(7) acceptance and hope - (moving forward with new reality)
Brenda was still holding his palm against her tit, and started to gently pulse it downward, first bumping, then rolling it progressively further over his cock each time. "Uhm, Brenda, what are you doing? I thought you wanted to stop."
"No. *I* need to stop climaxing, nobody said anything about *you*." She showed a big smirk for a moment while she repeated the gesture a few more times. "In fact, I still owe you some proper special treatment tonight, and something tells me it's going to be a new kind of special" With that she briefly peeled up her breast, and slid it down a few inches over his cock before continuing to roll it against him.
"Just one thing. You have to promise, you have to *swear*, you will stay away from my clit at all costs. I'm serious. It's a no fly zone. Can you do that?" Jason felt honestly that he would have agreed to anything to have her continue to rub her huge tit against him. He nodded his head, and she looked at him skeptically. "Hmm." She shifted her hand, causing her fingers to twice brush against his cock at the top of her rolling motion. "You'll agree to anything right now, won't you?" Jason nodded.
"Well, I guess wearing custom made clothes is a small price to pay for male mind control. let's see what else I can do with these." She grasped his cock, pointed it straight up, and started rubbing it back and forth against the bottom of her tit. He shuddered at the new sensation, something she really liked. "Ohh, he likes rubbing up against my great big tit. Is that too much teasing already? Should I stop?"
"No!" Jason shook his head urgently.
...random...
"It's not ruined. I'm pressed up against my naked sex-goddess girlfriend. I'm sure she can get it back on track anytime she wants."
That brought out a glimmer of a smile in her. "Ohh she could could she?" The suggestion and her proximity was enough to get Jason's anticipation started again, and her hands landing on his ass and pulling him in delivered. "And what if it was her fault? What if she did something to make her into a ... sex-goddess?"
"What?" They could both already feel him hardening against her leg, a fact that would seriously reduce his negotiating power. "What do you mean she, did something?"
"Don't be mad at her. She just liked getting ." Brenda arched her back, lifting her breasts so high they spilled onto his shoulders and up into his chin. It might have been playing a little dirty, but she could tell he liked it. She placed her hand on his head. "She thought maybe if there was another little sprayer accident," punctuating her explanation, she tipped his face down into her now oversize breasts, "she'd get ."