Kendra rushes up to Caden at school. "You have got to be kidding me. Caden? What happened to being subtle about this whole thing?" I guessed she'd seen Mimi's recent 'public' changes.
"What? Mimi's an orphan foreign exchange student. She's the definition of invisible. Nobody has noticed her until now, and nobody knows anything. Besides, she's my girlfriend, and that was *your* idea."
"Caden!? I wanted you to get a girlfriend so you'd stop begging me for hand-jobs five times a week, not so you'd get totally whipped and lose your mind. I'm your friend, and I'm just looking out for you. Trust me, this girl is trouble." I smirked. She was absolutely right. Mimi was trouble, the best kind of trouble. The kind of trouble that loved to have sex and was good at it.
"I haven't lost my mind. We're just having fun." Just then, I noticed Mimi round the corner and spot me down the hall. She was now absolutely gorgeous, and as she confidently pranced, time seemed to slow down. Maybe Kendra had a point. When I met her, Mimi was 5'6" and the most waify invisible girl in the school. Right now she was 5'8", unnaturally fit, and modestly busty. Even covered up, she looked like she just walked out of a fitness pin-up poster. Still, if it was up to her, it would have gone even further. I'd kept her real 'dream body' private. At least so far.
"Well, be careful. You know what they say about too much fun." Just then Mimi reached us, striding up along side, wrapping herself around me and giving me a quick hello kiss that was entirely inappropriate for school grounds.
"Too much fun? Oui, oui. Por favor." She brought her lips to my ear, mocking as if to whisper, but doing it plenty loud enough for Kendra to hear. "Let's skip next period por sexe in la douche." Mimi's pushing my buttons was ceaseless and fun, and I was pretty sure she was usually kidding.
Kendra let out an exacerbated sigh. "You already transformed into a porn-star overnight. You better not get Caden expelled."
"Don't be jaloux. I know he ez your *un plan cul*. I am 'appy to share. This week-end peut-etre?" Kendra glared back. Ever since she'd set up that threesome, and Mimi got all the attention, Kendra had no desire to be around the two of them in anything resembling a private setting.
"No, you two have your fun. Just remember, Caden is my friend. I don't want you ruining his grades, getting him arrested, or worse." With that, Kendra made her exit, immediately turning her back and heading down the hall.
Mimi gently turned my back to the lockers, and tucked in close. "Et vous? Are we 'aving *too* much fun? Ou juste assez?" She made her point by brushing her body into me in a way which was entirely deliberate but too subtle for others to notice. I hope. "Because you know what fun *I* want." I certainly did. It was like a game to her, pressing me for her 'dream body' in public. This was something else I was never sure how much she was kidding about. She leaned in to whisper, sure to rub a breast into me, as she let out a whispered sensual moan, "uhhhh ba-by." Feeling her, hearing her, it was hard not to immediately conjure images of our sex play. And then, it was harder still for my curse not to kick into action. By the time she leaned away, her chest was a little bigger, visibly puffing her shirt. "Merci, Merci." She smirked in satisfaction, before backing away off to class.
I called out after her. "One of these days, you are going to get me into real trouble, Miette." Her back was to me, and she tipped a hand into the air in proud acknowledgement that it was her entire intention.
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"Dad, Mom, I'm home," Caden called into the house as Mimi followed him in. Since they started dating, they hung out nearly every night after school. If not at his house, then out on the town somewhere. His Dad appeared from the kitchen.
"Hey son, ohh hey Mimi. What are you two up to?" Caden led Mimi past him, into the kitchen, so he could grab some sodas for them. It was more than obvious how much his dad leered at her, something he hated but she seemed to get a kick out of.
"Studying. I'm just grabbing some drinks." He reached into the fridge, grabbing two cans in one hand before closing it. "Hey mom." He half-hugged, half-kisses his mom as she passed.
"Hey Caden. Dinner at six, will your friend be staying?" His mom seldom called Mimi by name. He wasn't sure if that was standard mom behavior, or a response to seeing her husband oogle at a hot young teen.
"Yes, if that's alright." He mom smiled a wry smile. A look that said, of course it's alright, but I don't have to be happy about it. He didn't wait long enough for her to change her mind, pulling Miette by the arm upstairs towards his bedroom.
Caden had hardly put the sodas down on the nightstand before Mimi was wrapped around and pressing her body against him. She caught him with her tongue and they kissed for a minute before he could will himself to break free. "Whoa there, let me at least lock the door." He slipped across the room, listening quietly and then moving the knob to carefully lock the door without it audibly clicking. By the time he'd finished, she was already on him again.
"Why? Your dad watches me alot. Let him walk in." Caden's face contorted in disguist, even as she rubbed him into the wall with her body. "I do not understand. You can change your mom? Porque no?"
"Ew. That is just. Ew. Is this supposed to be sexy? Talking about my mom?" Miette just laughed, gestured Caden's hands around her, and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She was soft at first, but even soft, her long tongue pressed and wrapped his own in a sensual dance.
"Someday you will do it, por me. Pour l'instant, give me my tits. These are so petit." She tugged at the fabric of her top, as if to show off how much room was available.
"They are not small. They are perfect! Besides, I told you, if you showed up at school your way, it would be trouble. People would notice." Miette wasn't interested in his platitudes, or his reasoning. She already had his hands up her shirt, coaxing them onto her skin.
"Let people no-tice. They like to look. En un instant, you will notice my big teets on your lips. Will you not? Make them the way I like them." She leaned in, and licked seductively up the side of his face. This sexy routine of hers was such a consistent pattern, she hardly had to press him before the mental image of her perfect body filled his mind. The problem wasn't giving her what she wanted, the problem was not giving her too much of what she wanted.
By the time her tongue dipped back into his mouth, he could feel her breasts already filling out, firm and round. But that was only the beginning. She leaned in, trapping his arms against her tummy to feel her softness give way to hard chiseled definition. The real problem though was her height. He'd drawn the hard line at 5'8" in public, but she wanted more, and he wanted to give her *alot* more. Even now he could feel her gaining height. It was dangerous to do with others home though, so he struggled to stop himself, to think of some other gorgeous feature she should have.
"Owww, stopping so soon?" She pulled him away from the wall, pushing him towards his bed before stripping her shirt off. No matter how many time he saw her body chiseled and firm, it always riled him up. She counted on it. She stepped in close, pulling his lips to her naked breast as he sat back up. He kissed along them, admiring the shape. "You like, do you not? Kissing? Sucking? I could 'ave them, always." Her voice trailed off into a teasing end, before pushing him back and gesturing him up onto the bed.
"Perhaps you are wise. Perhaps you like me plain like I was." She crawled up over him, sitting deliberately on his erection. Her words were just a game. Seeing her sitting on him was sexy enough to keep him going. "As you wish. No more sexy concubine. No more *giant* fantasy." She leaned down over him, draping her hair over his face, her hands at his sides. "You are done then, no? No more *bigger*, *sexier*. I am waiting." The more she offered to end it, the more he couldn't think about anything else. He could already feel her growing atop him, her body expanding, above him.
A moment later she sat up, "Hmm, I think you are *not* done!" For a moment he was genuinely worried. His mind got a bit carried away, and she looked to be already over six feet tall. It was easy to scramble to get a shirt on her if one of his parents knocked at the door. It was not so easy to hide how tall she was if they needed to go downstairs. However, before he could ease the changes off, she reached for his nightstand and pulled a condom out, brandishing it. "Je pense que vous voulez du sexe avec un grand sexy fille francaise... no, a *giant* sexy french girl"
She shifted down, and proceeded to unbutton his pants. "Studying," ran through his mind. That's what he said they were doing. Not that his parents were fooled. She rolled the condom down onto his erection, and gently slipped down onto it, already surprisingly wet. That always struck him as ether odd or fortunate. Caden didn't have experience with many women, basically just Kendra and Mimi. But Mimi always seemed wet and ready to go, like she spent her life in a perpetual state of arousal. She leaned down over him, only very gently moving her hips.
"I 'ave a deal for you. Bring me to dinner like zhis, and I will give you la french oral for dessert. My tongue, teasing and twisting around you. Good deal, no?" It's like her every thought was made to torment him. It was not easy to hide her being six-foot-two and bursting out of her clothes. Though people did tend to believe what they wanted to believe. Last week he fell asleep, and she took her changes home and to school the next day without anyone raising too much of a fuss. She tried to convince him that was proof enough she could just keep the changes. She even promised to wear flats.
She dipped her tongue into his mouth, pacing it as slowly as her hips. She was such a good kisser, he almost enjoyed this more than the sex. Almost. She leaned down, pressing her breasts into his body, rocking her hips atop him. A moment later, her lips broke free, and he realized six-two would be comparatively easy to hide. She smiled, snickered, and dropped her body down over him, her elbows landing at his ears, and her breasts offering themselves up. He brought his hands up, cupping and squeezing them as his mind called for a couple more inches to put them at his lips. They were doubly oversize now, now that she must be up to almost seven feet tall.
"You are lucky. Je profiter de cette." She pressed herself down onto his face, smothering him in the oversize flesh, as she moved her hips more aggressively. She was griding on him now, rubbing more for herself than for him. He heard her muffled excitement growing, and then a brief yelp as she cut her own climax quiet as best she could. Then she sat up, shifted her hips, and started thrusting onto him. He reached up, touching her gorgeous abs for a few moments before she drove him to climax. A moment later she was lying next to him, uncomfortably giant given the proximity of his parents.
"That was great, but this is too much. If my parents come in, I'm dead. I'm sorry." Caden did his best to concentrate, willing her size down even as he admired her giant sexy form.
"No apologies, but remember my offer." She took his hand, licking one of his fingers, then twirling her tongue around it. Caden was rapt. The most troublesome thing about Mimi, was how much he seemed to throw judgement out the window to get one more sexy favor from her. As she tormented him, he considered how he might possibly pull off hiding her form. Then suddenly he had an idea.
"Ohh, it's a deal." He hopped up, quickly handling the condom before rushing to his dresser. There he grabbed his biggest, bulkiest sweatshirt. "I understand you're very very cold, so put this on." She smirked, as he threw it to her.
"Ohh, how ru-sey." She approached Caden, pulling the crafty cover-up on. "Just this?" She taunted, as she grabbed for Caden's cock, half teasing, half testing.
"Nooo, noo." He mustered out as she fondled him. "Your pants. Put your. Pants on." He stammered a bit, distracted by her continued teasing. "Plus, you have to help, hide it."
"Very well. You too." She finally leg go of his cock, as they both put on the rest of their clothes. A few minutes later, it was dinnertime.
Caden figured the trip down and up would be the most noticeable. Once she was seated at the table, nothing would seem different. So he led down in front of her, and tried to run some interference. Fortunately his dad was still on the couch watching sports. His mom was just finishing cooking in the kitchen as he led her across. "Hey mom."
"Hey Caden, can you," his mom stopped short, losing her train of thought and staring at Mimi as she passed. Mimi quickly leaned over the kitchen bar, and his mom continued. "Uhm, can you set the plates out for us dear?" Caden nodded, and grabbed plates out of the cabinet. Quickly setting them out and telling Mimi where to sit. He figured putting them across from each-other would be the safest, less chance of someone noticing her height right next to him.
"Honey, dinner's ready," his mom called down to his father. A moment later they were all seated as she brought a half chicken and some steamed veggies to the table.
"So son, how's the *studying*." His father's innuendo was not thinly veiled, and it made Caden beet red.
"Please honey, you're embarrassing him. Caden, we're glad you finally found a proper girlfriend. We don't think that Kendra girl treats you very well." That suddenly peaked Mimi's interest.
"Ohh? how do you mean Ms. XXX? Kendra seems nice." Mimi smirked across at Caden as she pulled some carved chicken onto her plate.
"It's just, she comes around alot, but she's in all the gossip, what with dating so many boys at once. I just want you to have a girl who likes *you*, Caden."
"Mom, please." He took some veggies, before passing the plate onto his father.
"What she means, son, is that Mimi here seems like a *real* *nice* *girl*, not like that Kendra." Caden noticed something odd about the way he looked at Mimi when he mentioned her. Did he see something already? Caden looked over, and realized that in his distracted haste, he hadn't noticed how obvious the contour of her breasts was, even through the sweatshirt's bulk. He got a sinking feeling like this was a really bad idea. Mimi curled her lip in a flirty way that said, 'i see you looking'.
"Merci, Mr. XXX. I like Caden, and he est mon seul ami... sorry, my only boyfriend. He is lucky to have you." Caden took another bite of dinner, racking his brain for a topic to get them off Mimi and his dating. He was thankful when Mimi came to the rescue, or so he thought. "What do you do for fun Ms. XXX? Ever play racketball? Or swim?"
"Ohh, dear no. I'm not an athletic young kid like you two. I'm too old for that. No, I just collect my pewter figurines, and write letters to the family." She forked some vegetables into her mouth.
"Vous n'etes jamais trop vieux! ...you are never too old! Fitness is always good. Right Caden?" It seemed like she was trying to say something more than she was saying, but then she slipped her foot across the table and into my crotch and I had to struggle not to startle.
"Yes. Absolutely. Fitness is always good." Not that Mimi ever did any. Ohh. She was doing it. Right here. Trying to get me to work on my mom. Half of me wanted to feel sick, the other half was too distracted by Mimi's foot bumping my crotch.
"Well, if you two ever need another partner to knock some balls around, I'm happy to do it. I used to be pretty good at Racketball back in my day. I bet I could give you two a run for your money!" My father's enthusiasm was just weird. But not as weird as the way he kept looking at Mimi's sweatshirt. This 'deal' was turning into a disaster.
"Ohh? Caden is *really* good with them. He must get it from you!" My dad and I both almost coughed our food out. Mimi was obviously aware of my dad staring at her chest, and she'd practically just implied I was good handling her breasts right to him. "Je suis desole. I say something wrong?" Mimi knew exactly what she was doing, but I still appreciated her covering with the French excuse.
"No, no. Just a piece of chicken down the wrong pipe," my father offered up. Then he took a long slow drink from his water glass.
"So, what are you two studying? Do you have a class together?" Caden was still too distracted by the foot in his crotch to respond, so Mimi beat him to it.
"Physics. And Chemistry. Caden has a *big* impact on me, *giant* really." What was she doing? Her foot in my crotch, innuendo about me handling her breasts, and now this? I could feel myself reacting, and suddenly the distracting contour of her breast seemed more pronounced. I wanted to fake sickness and run to the restroom, but I'd stand up sporting a huge woody. I was stuck. Mimi looked over, and tilted her head awkwardly, like she was trying to tell me something. Ohh crap, she's trying to get me to do it. Crap crap crap.
I was stuck between two awful decisions. Turning Mimi into a family disaster and coming out for my curse, or do the unthinkable. I cringed, grinned, and looked over at my mom. She wasn't bad looking afterall, she was just old. I needed to be subtle, nothing too crazy. She'd look better without the frizz and gray in her hair. And her face could have fewer wrinkles. Not none, that would be obvious. Just less. Right. The changes didn't seem to terrible. I looked back over at Mimi, and she just tilted her head again as she fiddled her foot against me.
"Honey, are we going to that flee market this Saturday?" I was thankful for my mom and dad to be distracted in conversation for a moment, as I cringed and turned my attention to her again. Okay, what would Mimi do. Well hell. She'd probably make her a fit busty amazon. No no. no. How about just *healthy*. Her skin, her tone. A little less sag, a little clearer. Something was working, as she already looked better. I hoped it was subtle enough. I looked back at Mimi, expecting her to be pleased, but she just tugged at her sweatshirt, making the contours of her breasts pop. She had to be kidding.
My dad was still talking about what he wanted to do at the flee market. Okay. My palms were sweating. Mimi's foot was in my crotch. I needed a breather. I looked at my mom again, like a woman, maybe for the first time ever. She had been pretty once, but she was in her fifties. Still, maybe something small wouldn't be so bad. I gave in, I let it happen. I let the soft sag of her shape tighten, not alot, just a little, then made them bigger, just a little bigger. I figure that would be easier to forgive than bigger changes. Still, it must have been enough to notice, as I saw my dad peek down at her shirt with a look.
I looked back at Mimi with an exasperated look. That better be enough. It better. She smiled, and pulled her foot free, releasing the pressure, the torture. Meanwhile, she'd finished her dinner, while I still had half mine left. I dug in, focusing on the food, trying to calm myself. A few minutes later, we were all finished.
"Any dessert kids? I have some ice-cream in the freezer." Again, I almost coughed and spit water on the table.
"Uhm. No thanks mom. We need to get back to, studying."
"Yes. Merci, merci, Ms. XXX. It was se magnifique." Mimi could be so charming sometimes with her french, and this time she even made my mom blush.
I picked up my plate, and hoped I'd calmed enough to not make a scene as I stood, reaching for Mimi's as well. Fortunately, my parents both stood from the table at the same time, so nobody was watching Mimi. I quickly nodded my head to her, encouraging her to get up now. She followed my lead, and me into the kitchen. My dad turned, and only for a brief moment was it painfully obvious that Mimi stood two inches taller than me, even hunched over a little. He made a funny face, but I think we were gone before he could be sure.
Once I had my bedroom door closed and locked, Mimi burst out laughing. "Hey, that was *not* funny."
"Oui, oui. It was." Only now as she stood up straight did I realize she was easily standing six foot four, no wonder her tits looked so huge. "You boys really enjoy this sweatshirt." She poked me in jest.
"What were you doing out there? With your foot in my crotch! That was not part of the plan!" She ran her fingers across my hair.
"You were magnifique! Your parents now enjoy your gift, a little." She stepped close, brushing her body against me. "Ready for dessert?" She leaned down, kissing, then sucking at the side of my neck. After that dinner, it didn't take much to start me up.
My hands reached up the sweatshirt, her breasts feeling even bigger than they looked. She whispered into my ear, teasing, "..a very *big* impact, *giant* really." She licked at my earlobe. "Giant. French. Oral. Sexe." She stood, reaching for the hem of the sweatshirt, but I grabbed her hand. The whole dinner, seeing the shape of her breast strain the fabric, I struggled not to make her bigger. Now I wanted it, and she was already growing.
"Mmmm," she nodded. First she was six inches taller, than eight, then ten. What was a contour in the sweatshirt, turned into a shape, then a bulge. A moment later she had to be seven and a half feet tall, and the sweatshirt was tight, and didn't reach her belly button. It was reckless, with people in the house. She hadn't been this big since the night at Kendra's, with her parents out. I didn't care.
I pushed it further. Another inch, then another. As the sweatshirt became skin tight, her now giant form carried her breasts above my head. Our hands still held the hem, but even that was almost at my chin. I gestured upward, and she lifted the fabric, straining it and tearing threads as she pulled it off. She wasn't just two feet taller than me, she was massive. Her body wider, powerful, dominating. She bent down, giving me a grand look at her giant tits, giant face, giant lips. She whispered again. "Giant. French. Oral. Sexe."
Then her hand lifted under my arms, and she effortlessly carried me over the bed. She lifted me up, careful not to hit the ceiling, and pulled me in, until my crotch landed on one of her massive breasts. Then she slowly lowered me, my body dragging over her tit. After my face smashed over the flesh, my feet hit the bed and I was sad it had finished. Only she lifted me up, laying my crotch onto her again, holding me there in anticipation.
Looking down at her, an eight feet tall surreal impossibility, enjoying her body, flaunting it for me -- I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if my dad walked in at *this* moment. How I could possibly explain it. I couldn't. Then she lowered me again, my body sliding down over the sublime firm yet supple feeling of her breast. This time she stopped when I had a mouthful of nipple and a face full of her skin. I sucked at her impossibly oversize form for a time.
Then she laid me down near the edge of the bed, and laid herslef down across the middle of it. I could see her this time, all of her. She was not just gorgeous, she was surreal. She slowly, deliberately, approached my cock, took it in her oversize hand, then reached her tongue out. Her tongue was already unusual, an unnaturally long dextrous tool she used to tease. Now it was longer and larger still. She licked, curling it around, twisting and twirling. Looking down, watching her, seeing her body, I couldn't resist. My mind was on overdrive. I wanted to know how it would feel. She reached her tongue out, and it stretched, a quarter inch, then another, then another. Some might have said it looked demonic, or disgusting, but they didn't feel it wrapped around the head of their cock like I did. It was absolutely divine.
She experimented for show, stretching it down towards herself, inches beyond her chin, licking the top of her own breast. Then she brought it back to me, wrapping it around the head in an absolutely impossible maneuver. Somehow she curled it more than a full loop around, like a string around a top. Then my world changed. I don't know how she did it, but somehow she cinched and loosed it back and forth around my cock. It was intense, and she must have felt my response. She released me, lightly dancing around the rim instead. Until she felt I was calmed. Then she wrapped me again, almost twice around this time. I don't know if I was still making it longer, or she was just getting better. I could see what she was doing now. She'd wrap me tightly, then gently pull away, dragging her tongue around in the process. Then she'd wrap me and repeat it again.
I was visually and sexually mesmerized. Watching her motions. I have no doubt she could have kept me there forever. Loosening up, and dancing around me gently when it was too intense. But she decided not to. She tried something else. Putting me in her mouth, wrapping her tongue so firming, then drawing me out slowly. The feeling was surreal. Then she put me inside, and just wrapped and twisted me in her mouth, firmer and firmer. My hips bucked, muscles tightened. I tried to hold it, to stop it. To keep her sensations going. A moment later it was futile. "Ahhhh," I spilled into her mouth, for a moment forgetting that I should keep myself silent. No matter. She held me there, sucking and lapping at me. Then she sat, the tip of her tongue seductively showing itself.
I was about to say something. I don't know what. Something about how unbelievably, incredibly mind-blowing it was. But she put her finger to my lips, hushing me. She just smiled. We sat there a minute, enjoying the moment. Then I let the afterglow fuel the unfortunately necessary process of returning her to normal. With every inch she shed, she seemed somehow dainty, tiny. Only it wasn't real, it was just an illusion, from having seen her so large. I stopped at her 'public' 5'8", but I didn't take away the shape, her breasts. She deserved that, after what just happened.
She extended her tongue, reminding me it was still an inch too long, and it too needed to return to normal. Or at least more-normal. But before I could do it, she leaned in, flicking it against my lips, probing into my mouth. Experimenting again. It was like her kisses, only different, too intense. At one moment, I felt her tickling down my throat and making me gag. She felt it, and retreated. She waited there, tongue extended, until I could put it back to normal.
"I love you, Miette." I didn't know where it came from. I hadn't planned it. A moment after I said it, I felt my skin flush with fear. What had I done. This was so perfect. So simple. So uncomplicated. She smiled back at me.
"I love you, my king."
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where does miette stay? ( older family with no kids who took on an exchange student )
how do Caden and Mimi get private time?
mini golf? movies?
best is at Kendra's, but Kendra doesn't like it.. so they really have to "sell" it.
his room at home (but awkward, because his parents are always home) - mimi pushes the boundaries alot
can't go to mimi's house, exchange family says no... she doesn't want to be sent home
what kind of situations?
mimi being "nice" to his parents, while his dad totally leers at her. (his dad later gives him props for her hottness)
mimi makes him take her to the comic book store. torments him about his fetish for fun.
mimi plays a game when they are out. turns him on to make random girls hotter. (says it's a public service)
mimi pushing for her "dream body" whenever they go into private. (more fit, more busty, 5'10", though she always implies he stops short)
mimi arranging for them to "go out" away from home, where she can wear her "dream body" in public.
mimi's game of constantly getting hit on, only to see the guy's reaction when Caden (geek) arrives.
mimi only scenes
mimi sassy with the girls at school
mimi sassy with the jocks that hit on her now