Most days Kendra hardly paid me any attention at school, managing only a look or smile in my direction as one of her letter-jacket sports-boyfriends attended to her whims. However, this day in particular she was in one of her generous moods, and we walked the halls together.
"We need to find you a girlfriend. Someone who likes the things you like." I felt my face crinkle at the suggestion. It's not that I didn't want a girlfriend. It's just that anytime I took more than a passing interest in a girl, my curse started to enhance their beauty. Kendra was a living breathing reminder of where it could lead, as she was gorgeously unattainable. It's not that I didn't enjoy Kendra. Our unbreakable friendship, her addiction to vanity, and my unusual curse treated me to more than my fair share of stimulation at her hand -- figuratively and literally. However, she also constantly reminded me she was out of my league.
I know what you're thinking. It must sound crazy for me to criticize my friends-with-benefits relationship with Kendra. Most men, young or old, would kill to get next to her body. Trust me, the adolescent fantasy ends somewhere between her jacking me off before a date just to look even better for him, and every other girl not even giving me a second glance. I may have been the most over-sexed geek around, but I still felt invisible. I hope that helps explain a small measure of why I relished those rare days Kendra paid me attention in public.
I stopped as we reached the doors to the outdoor main, where many students were gathered. A typical high-school class struggle played out across the picnic tables. Cheerleaders and jocks at one end, popular pretty people next to them, with decreasing social relevance from there on out. I looked out at the group I had known for years, wondering if there was somehow a girl I had overlooked. A girl who had overlooked me. "What about Lynn Rand?" She was a sophomore who'd developed well -- cute with an edge. Her family situation was a mess, so she tended to stay to herself or visit with the outcasts. Maybe her ego was bruised enough that juicing her full of stunning beauty would merely bring her to normal.
Kendra hard coughed, like a lunch she hadn't eaten was going to come up right onto the floor. "Right. Lynn is dating some guy from the community college who drives a red camaro. I think we're fishing in the wrong pool. Come with me." She grabbed my elbow and pulled, laughing as she got us running down the hallway. She stopped us abruptly, and I looked up to see the sign for the library.
"This is where your people hang out." I gave her my most contemptuous and offended look, which she ignored as she pushed open the doors. Inside she spoke softly, but not really quiet enough for proper library etiquette. "You're not seeing this the right way. Thanks to that gift of yours, any geeky girl you roll around with will turn all Baywatch, WWE, or whatever it is you want them to be." She pulled out a chair at a table with a good view of the entire room. "What you need is a fix-r-upper."
A librarian fed up with Kendra's disturbance shushed her from across the room. Kendra didn't acknowledge it at all, but when she continued, her voice was a bit quieter. "What about her, over there? Annie Quan, I think?" Kendra gestured over towards the asian connection, a group of Korean and Chinese kids who seemed to be constantly studying together. Annie was a smart girl, soft spoken, and while she was not bad looking, she was arrogant and outright mean to pretty much everyone.
"If I'm going to try to have a girlfriend, don't you think I should at least like them?" My response came out louder than I expected, and this time it was me getting shushed by the librarian. I turned and waved apologetically. Kendra just shook her head, as if I was some kind of lost cause. I looked across the room, trying to find another option before Kendra landed her Quan agenda in my lap. She was like that. I had to move fast.
On the far side, I saw a girl I didn't recognize at first and wondered how that was even possible. This was high-school after-all, everyone knew everyone. Then I remembered, she was an exchange student, here from France. Her name was Michelle, or Melissa, or something. "What about her?" I gestured across the room and Kendra's eyes followed. Before I had time to think, she had dragged me out of my seat and we were halfway there. Kendra very impolitely rolled right up, sat down, and interrupted the girl's studying.
"Hi there. You're on-exchange right? I've seen you around. I'm Kendra." The girl's face lit up as she reached her hand out, willing to indulge the distraction. Kendra's unreasonable beauty had that effect on people. She could probably interrupt a super bowl quarterback before he threw the game-winning pass, and he'd just politely set the ball down and gawk at her starry eyed. After allowing the girl an awkwardly long period to stare, Kendra prompted her, "and your name is?"
"Pear-don, mon-a-mi Mie-eh-ta." She spoke with a thick French accent. Her next words were hushed and abruptly separated, "I am sorry. You may call me Mi-mi." It was ambiguous whether she was apologizing for talking in French or so loudly in the library, but either way, she was entirely focused on Kendra. As she continued, her words flowed only slightly more comfortably, "you take history class at -a- two, correct?"
"Absolutely!" Kendra's reflex bravado suggested she had no idea she shared a class with the girl. "I also see you around, usually alone, and thought you could use a new friend. This is my neighbor Caden. He's almost like a brother." We looked at each-other, Kendra's analogy having left a funny taste in both our mouths. "Well, maybe more like a step-brother?" Using a family analogy when we'd been friends-with-benefits for years seemed to only dig the hole deeper. Still, I chuckled at her stumble; Kendra didn't step in it very often. She turned back to Miette. "Really he's my *un plan cul*, and he's the greatest guy." I had no idea what she had just confessed. In fact, before that moment I had no idea Kendra knew a lick of French. "I've known him since we were toddlers, and I just thought you two should meet."
"I'm Caden." I reached my hand out. The French girl looked a little puzzled at the whole interaction, but she eventually reached across. Her hand was gentle and soft, and for a moment Kendra's whirlwind calmed enough for me to actually look at her. She was quite cute. Dishwater blond hair framed a lightly freckled face. Her eyes were blue and deep, though her nose and lips seemed a bit off-proportion -- a bit too wide for her face.
Then, as quickly as she had made the introduction, Kendra stood, "excuse me. I have to go.". She rushed off, before our hands had even parted. With Kendra gone, Miette and I found ourselves staring at each other awkwardly. Neither of us quite sure why we were even talking.
"What are you studying?" I looked across at her book, and realized like her, it too was French. She paused. Without Kendra's beauty and charm, the conversation just seemed to fall flat.
"Villa Amalia. It is 'ze classic novella en Francais." I liked to read, but I knew absolutely nothing about French Literature and had never heard of the book. I felt like a deer in headlights and acted like one too. After an uncomfortable pause, I longed to end the awkwardness for both of us.
"Well, I'll let you get back to studying. It was very nice to meet you." As I stood up, the brightness returned to her smile. It might have made me want to stay if it hadn't been brought on by my departure. I nodded and high tailed it out of the library, invisible.
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By lunch the next day, I had almost forgotten about Kendra's forced introduction, so you can imagine it was quite a surprise when Miette strolled up and gestured towards a seat across from me. It brought out the anxious over-eager child in me. "Please, please! Mimi, right?" She looked a bit more lanky than I remember, even her trim clothes showing no sign of feminine shape. Still, I immediately felt my mood lifting.
"Bonswa, 'el-lo. all-eh-vou, 'ow ar' you?" Her voice was cheery if a bit hard to understand; her mixed French and English carrying a rhythmic cadence. A half-mouthful of tasteless sloppy lasagna kept me from answering, so she continued. Her phrases a mix of fluid French and awkward English. "You-r frien' Ken-dra, she est-la-plu-bell-le. So beau-ta-ful. Do you umm, play, of-ten?" Her choice of words seemed strange, but I caught her meaning well enough. When I answered, I spoke a bit slower and tried to over enunciate.
"She lives in the house next-door, so I see her often enough. Maybe once a week? You are welcome to join us if you like." Mimi's face blushed red with shock as she spit some of her milk out. Had I said something offensive? I quickly tried to change the subject. "Are you enjoying the united states so far? How is it different from home?"
"Say-bon, es oh-kay. Mi exchanje famalie es a bit...bor-ar-ing." We both chuckled. I found her charming attempt at English pronunciation as cute as the freckles across her face. "Da boyz here ar' also quite prud', no? At 'ome eh-ver-y boy try to go up ma-jhu-peh. My sle-eep. 'ere you se'm the only boy with a deek in 'is pants." It was hard to follow her, but I was pretty sure she just made reference to my private parts. Now it was I who was caught off guard.
"Tell me, ar' you ve-ry beeg? Es tis why le magnifique comes to you pour le sexe?" I could hardly understand her, but I startled that she knew Kendra and I were having sex! As I held in my embarrassment, her eyes looked on with intent, as if her next step was to find out the answer to her question through more direct means. In her eyes, I no longer saw a simple french school-girl, but a fearless young woman, disguised in a waify body with dishwater blond hair. I expected her to bore of me any second.
Instead, Intense eyes locked on mine as her straw landed on her lips. I watched her reveal the smallest bit of her tongue, using it to take three subtle, suggestive, incredible licks before pursing and drawing in a small sip. In that moment, I remember feeling the power of her seduction. While Kendra held my attention by flaunting the curves of her enviably perfect body, Mimi had done so merely taking a drink from a school milk carton. I remember considering the irony, and the power Mimi would have with a body like Kendra's. That was all it took. That was when my crush began. Instantly, I noticed the awkwardly wide shape of her lips and nose change ever-so-slightly.
"I 'ave for you une pro-po-si-tion." I wondered if she had mistaken my quiet sheepishness for confidence. "I wou'd veh-ri much like to zee your Kendra dan-la-nudity. Produce this, eh-vou poo-veh, le met-tre, dan ma bouche." I caught the part about Mimi wanting to see Kendra naked. No doubt given her exhibitionist tendencies, she would be happy to oblige. However, I didn't understand the string of French that came after. Miette symbolically leaned in over the school lunchroom table, whispering distinctly separated yet still heavily-accented words, "You know ze French word, menage-a-trois, do you not?"
As I nodded, she leaned back to her seat, and then she did something equally surprising. She proceeded to continue a normal conversation as if the entire flirtatious exchange never occurred. I learned she was from Provence in the south of France, that she came to America because she one day hopes to be a great actress in Hollywood, and that she sadly lives in foster care, her parents having died in a car-crash when she was too young to remember.
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I'm sure you can imagine how I was as nervous as I was excited about Miette's -pra-po-zish-ion-. It was as common as apple pie for teenage boys to talk about threesomes. Orchestrating one, however, was like finding a live white elephant in a shopping mall, it never happened. Honestly, I expected the whole thing to fade away after a few weeks. Maybe it was my way of stalling because I wasn't sure I wanted to go through with it at all.
On the other hand, if I didn't want to go through with it, I never would have mentioned it to Kendra. Once I did, the whirlwind was in motion. She started with getting her parents out of the house. In just a bit of searching on the Internet, she found tickets to a community performance of their favorite play. Apparently her mother thought it was the sweetest gesture. So oblivious.
When I showed up at Kendra's on the scheduled day, she was wearing a cute tight blue tank top and darker blue jeans. It's something I might have seen her in at school, and she looked hot in it. Then again, Kendra looked hot in everything. Before I could say hello, she grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door.
"There you are!" Inside, she didn't stop or let go, and before I knew it I was being dragged up the stairs towards her bedroom. "I like your friend. She's going to be fun." She grasped my arm tightly. "You go in and uhm, warm her up, and I'll be back in a minute." I felt suddenly even more nervous and might have tried to back out if Kendra hadn't shoved me.
Inside, Kendra's room was dimly lit with a smattering of candles, the natural flickering light of flame covering every surface in the room. Mimi sat on the bed, wearing a skin-tight black t-shirt with a large frilly lace neckline. That, and her tiny jean shorts showed off just how exceptionally waify she was. I made my way to her, not sure what kind of greeting to expect. We'd talked plenty of times at school in the past couple weeks, but this was the first time I was alone in a room with her. I crawled up and sat next to her on the bed. She wasted no time in setting the mood.
"You may start with ze kiss, monsieur." Her voice was thick with her French accent. I leaned in, our lips met, and that began the first moment a girl other than Kendra truly commanded my adolescent attention. It was slow at first, her lips and tongue playing with mine in a way that seemed simply different than what I was used to. However, the longer it went on, the more exciting it became, and the more I didn't want it to end. Something about her tongue was just more active, more playful, more involved than Kendra's - the only other girl I'd spent any time kissing.
After a minute, I scooted closer, our legs bumping. Another minute my hands reached around her slender figure, physically assuring she stayed engaged, even as her tongue forcibly probed my mouth with no sign of retreat. Three minutes in I gasped for air once, having forgotten to breathe, and five minutes in it was the longest and most pleasurable kiss I'd ever experienced. The whole time, her posture seemed passive and relaxed, like she could and would continue this for another hour without objection. Her tongue retreated, then probed forcibly into my mouth before twisting around and tugging mine, which I didn't know was even possible.
We stopped kissing when she finally pressed me away by the collarbone. During the retreat, she paused to run her tongue against the front of my teeth in an odd yet sensual motion. After that performance, I couldn't help stare at her lips, as if physically seeing the instruments would give me some clue as to the source of the amazing experience. My typical shyness thankfully on retreat, I blurted out a reaction. "Mimi, you are an amazing kisser!" She smiled.
"Je sais que. You would like more, yes?" Her eyes started into mine with intensity. It was then I noticed that whatever awkwardness had graced her face was completely gone. Her lips, nose, and eyes were still a bit oversize, but somehow they now formed a perfect balance. Even her freckles seemed to paint a magically beautiful pattern across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. I nodded and she leaned in, placing her hand on my leg. Just as I expected our second kiss to commence, she backed away, looking past me towards the door. "Oh la la. Le magnifique."
I turned to see Kendra's entrance, her having changed into a sexy two piece sleeping outfit that showed so much midriff it didn't deserve to be called pajamas. When she got to the bed, she pushed my chest back until I was lying down, the two of them half sitting, half kneeling on either side. The whole time, Mimi's full attention was on Kendra, and I wondered for a moment if the French girl preferred the company of women. I wondered how this was part of her plan. Kendra always had a plan.
"Do you kiss the girls?" It took me longer to register what Mimi was asking than it did for Kendra to connect with her lips. They were leaned in over me, offering a fascinating and arousing up-close look at Mimi's astounding oral skills. Her face was calm and impassive as Kendra's cycled through a familiar range of reactions, from surprise, to pleasure, to desire, to addiction. After several minutes had passed, it took a concerned act of will for her to pull herself away.
"Holy fucking Christ!" Kendra panted through her exclamation. "You must be the world's most erotic kisser. How did you wrap your tongue like that? You have to teach me how! " Mimi beamed back a satisfied smile, before opening her mouth and extending her tongue out, and then out further, and then out further. Before she finished, the narrow tip had extended down past her chin in an almost freakish sight. She wiggled it about before retreating it back into her mouth.
"C'est la naturale. We each 'ave our gifts. You body is la magnifique. I would ex-chanje you if I could." Kendra started to laugh, softly at first, and then into a brief haughty hysteria which didn't befit the moment. I had a good guess at what she was thinking. It turns out neither of them had to settle for what nature had given them.
"Can you keep a secret?" Mimi nodded and held in laughter. If I had to guess, it was because every American friend she had was in the room. "It is time for you to see why Caden is so special to me." I looked at Kendra with a challenging look. She was not allowed to tell my secret, that was our deal! She merely turned and challenged me, "tell me not to tell her, and I won't. You know I can't be the only one who knows, forever."
Put yourself in my shoes. I'm lying back on the bed with two very attractive young ladies draped over me. Mimi looking on with puzzled curiosity. Kendra, endowed with heart-stopping beauty because of my curse, twisting my hand to share it. It was the Kobayashi Maru, a no-win scenario. Or maybe it was a no-lose scenario. Either way, I had no options. After it was clear I had no plans to object, Kendra turned her attention back to Miette and continued.
"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?" Mimi's face showed a look of skepticism, but with a hint of playfulness She thought this was a game. Maybe it sort of was.
"My teets. Would be nice to 'ave some. Yours ar' so par-fait." She reached a hand out over me, pausing it mid-air where Kendra offered her permission by pulling it to her chest. "Oui Oui. I would 'ave them like zhis, or maybe a bit bee-ger. Per-haps some day I vwill pay for zhem." As Mimi's hand retreated, Kendra grabbed it and led it to my tummy. The French girl's palm was slender and boney. It sent a charge through me.
"I agree. Don't you agree Caden? She's really pretty, but she's look even better with a little something to fill her up top." I couldn't read the reaction on Mimi's face. Confusion? Maybe a hint of displeasure? Afterall, Kendra had sort of just critiqued her body, and was simultaneously about to drag her hand right onto my crotch.
My mind, however, was elsewhere. I had two girls inching their hands down my shirt, and Kendra's suggestion burning a hole in my imagination. Miette already seemed much more attractive than when I met her that day in the library. If Kendra was a sexy red corvette with all the classic curves, I imagined Mimi as a formula-one car, light and lithe, with exciting exaggerated features. I could already see a tiny curve appear in her otherwise flat black lycra top. When their hands reached my erection, the shape of her breasts surged slightly. It only took a minute or two for Miette to notice. When she did, she yanked back, almost falling off the bed.
"Merde! Seins!" As Miette's shock brought out her native French, her hands cupped at her chest, feeling a distinct volume which hadn't been there seconds ago. "What is zis? My whole life I have been, how do you say, flat-as-a-board? Am I drugged?"
Kendra smiled, and simply shook her head. "Caden is very special. You turn him on, and if he likes you, things like this just.. happen." Mimi looked at me, then back to Kendra, then back to me, like the both of us were completely bat-shit crazy. "How do you think I look like this? Do you think it's merely natural?" Kendra pulled off her tiny top, exposing her bare chest, her athletic tits holding their gorgeous shape. She seemed too perfect to exist. The world accepted her beauty as natural because they had no other explanation. I, however, knew better.
"You can have it too. Come here." Kendra reached out, taking Miette's hand, and guiding it first to her naked chest, then down her body. They were so engrossed in each other I felt invisible, which made the moment even more sexy. As I watched, I found myself increasingly drawn to Mimi; her beautiful face, those lips, that kiss, her slender arms and shoulders. I knew Kendra's body well, but Mimi was new and exciting, and she was stunning in her own way.
When attention returned to me, it was because Kendra had led Miette's hand to my crotch. She was clearly cooperating, her slender fingers rubbing and caressing through my jeans. Finally, she faced me, arching her tongue up over her top lip in a teasing gesture that sent me into overdrive and her breast shape another surge towards her desired outcome. She noticed immediately.
"In-cray-ee-blay." I didn't know French, but I knew she was astonished. Her hand came to her breast, her face suggesting she was feeling but not quite believing what was happening. Then she seemed to give in and want more. She crawled up closer, licking across my lips before she probed her amazing tongue gently into my mouth.
The feeling of our second kiss was divine, picking up where she left off, her tongue equally teasing and forcefully exploring. While we kissed, I brought my hands up around her waist, admiring the feel of her slender shape. As I worked northward, she clutched my hand to her chest, tangibly confirming for me that she'd had swollen from a nearly boyish flat to something perky and feminine.
While Miette's kiss continued, I was a little surprised at a tug on my pants, and realized it was Kendra, first unbuttoning, then slipping her hand inside. As the two girls worked me, I felt Mimi's chest swell along with the excitement. She teasingly broke our kiss, leaving me wanting, though I was glad for a view of the results.
Her lycra top hugged every inch of her new shape, and despite having felt modest, there was nothing subtle about the difference. Cleavage puffed in her neckline, and the bottom curve carved deeply across her tummy. Miette pulled the black fabric over her head with urgency, providing an even more stunning view of the results. She stared down as she touched herself, "je les aime! I love them!" She was hopping excitedly on the bed, like a kid in a candy store.
Kendra had to nudge Mimi to get her attention. "I told you, things just happen. Now, I think the boy deserves a treat, don't you?" As Kendra directed her attention towards my erection Miette smiled, wasting no time in lying down face down in my crotch. I almost regretted trading the view of her gorgeous new tits for that of her shoulders and back. That is, until I felt the tip of her tongue flick against my cock. I watched as she started slowly, wrapping and curling around me in ways that showed her exceptional oral talents were not limited to kissing.
Kendra leaned close, obstructing my view of Mimi, one arm straddling her nakedness over my chest. Still, she only had a small amount of my attention as she verbally patted herself on the back, "Kendra did good." I awkwardly nodded, Mimi's tongue forcing waves of pleasure through me. "You know what would be better than one girl treating you to an incredible tongue like that?" She took my hand, sucking and then licking at my finger, her meaning clear even before the words. "I want one."
As Mimi's motions intensified from twisting and teasing to thrusting, Kendra slowly licked her tongue suggestively up my finger. After planting the seed in my mind, with each successive stroke, her tongue seemed longer and more pronounced.
The whole process took less than a minute. When Kendra again extended her tongue, it pointed and reached slightly past her chin. She only took it back in to smile for a moment before she leaned in, placing her lips against mine and forcing it into my mouth. Her motions were awkward and new compared to Mimi's kissing, but at this point I was hardly paying attention. Down below, Mimi's pace was accelerating, rubbing and thrusting against me, until a few seconds later she brought on my release.
Kendra never stopped kissing. She was too busy experimenting with her new enhancement to even notice Mimi slip off to the bathroom. Her tongue danced and explored my mouth, each moment just a bit less awkward. When she finally gave me a breather, I gasped a little, overwhelmed, and it took me a moment to gain my composure.
"I can't believe you told her." Kendra's skeptical look showed she didn't believe for a minute I was actually bothered. "Okay, okay. That was incredible. I guess I should thank you for orchestrating this."
"I'm sure it was, and you certainly should, but there will be plenty more to thank me for." Kendra held a devious smile as she retreated off me. "My parents aren't due back until ten. Now, go clean up and hurry back. We're not nearly done with you yet."
I remember being in shock. It was only half past six, and Kendra's plans were nearly always trouble. A trouble I usually enjoyed, but trouble never the less. After closing my pants, I slid for the edge of the bed only to find Kendra grabbing my arm to stop me. "Ohh and Caden. Remember last time, with the comic book?"
How could I forget? Kendra had teased me into living out my imagination, turning her into the kind of busty twelve foot tall goddess I'd previously only seen in a comic book. Only the equally distracting fantasy of a threesome had allowed it to slip out of my mind.
"Remember what I looked like when I walked through your door?" I nodded. The images came flooding back to my mind. Kendra, almost my height, her breasts tastefully bursting out of her shirt. "I think you deserve a treat too. Imagine me like that. Imagine Mimi like that too if you like." Then she licked her new tongue up the side of my face, before playfully pushing me off the bed to hurry me out the door.
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Before I reached the bathroom, Miette was finished and coming back out, topless. It was the first time I was treated to a good look at her new appearance and she was absolutely stunning. The changes to her face had turned awkwardness into beauty, her oversize mouth and lips now holding a sultry quality. Her figure was still tiny - much thinner than Kendra - which only further drew attention to the new shape of her tits. She beamed a huge smile as she intercepted me, wrapping me in a hug, pressing her newly expanded assets up against my chest.
"You enjoyed your treat, yes?" Her English words staccato with distinct separation. As I nodded, she pulled my head down, offering a brief tease of another amazing kiss. "Mmm. Now I want you for myself. It is tough to share. Not so tough for you though, no?" I found something about her frank sexuality and directness incredibly alluring. It didn't hurt that her body was well on it's way to Kendra level perfection.
"No. Not so tough at all." Hugged up against her, and with Kendra's suggestion still spinning through my head, I felt myself already charging back up - if not physically than mentally. Looking into her eyes, I was surprised to see my gift already kicking in. Her chest slid an inch up my ribcage as she grew ever so slightly taller. I wasn't sure how Mimi would respond to my inner fantasies, and I wasn't sure I was ready to find out, so I pushed away and dismissed myself, fast. "I should go, cleanup."
"Oui Oui, of course." Mimi and her topless glory stepped aside, and I escaped quickly past her. She called to me as we parted. "We will be waiting."
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When I got back, I paused outside the bedroom door. It's not that I wasn't excited by the attention of two young women. However, the curse was beginning to worry me. I couldn't get the image of giant Kendra out of my head. It was challenging enough having her become my secret fantasy. I'd known her my whole life. Suddenly this new girl had entered our circle. I hoped a break would give me the fortitude to keep things under control.
From outside, I could just barely hear Kendra talking with giddy excitement. "I'd look good with her eyes. Don't you think?" What were they doing? Some kind of ala-carte body part shopping? I peeked in through the door, and saw them both clothed and sitting on the bed, scattered magazines around them. Kendra was holding one up as she referred to it. I could see a close face-shot for some kind of fashion or makeup ad, though I couldn't make out much detail.
"Oui oui! Dangerous." Mimi only gave it a brief glance before returning to her own page flipping, finally holding up her own page. "Can I look like *her* in a bikini? Too much?" My curiosity was peaked, and the fact that her page was turned away from me only further fueled it. However, I stayed quiet, hoping it would get juicer if I didn't disturb them.
"Ohh really?" Kendra laughed joyously when she saw Mimi's selection. "It's a bit much for me, but I think Caden will go crazy for it.. he'll do it for you. It's a big change though, you're going to have to really get him going - make him beg for it." I could see what was happening now. Kendra had sent Mimi's inner vanity on a shopping spree.
"There is one more thing you should know." Kendra set her magazine aside. "Caden also has a special request for us. He likes really large girls." I couldn't see Mimi's face, but I saw her spread her arms wide. "No, no, sweetie. Not fat. Tall." I could hear Mimi talking, but couldn't make out what she said. "No, not supermodel tall. Taller, Fantasy tall, goddess tall. Ten feet maybe? Crap, what is that in metric? Maybe three meters?" I heard Mimi gasp. "Don't worry. You'll be back to normal before you leave, or at least as normal as you'd like to be. It's just a little fun for him. A small price to pay, don't you think?" Mimi, nodded while saying something in French I couldn't make out.
Kendra leaned to the side and looked right at me. "Alright magic man, stop peeking and come join us." A wave of surprise rushed over me as I realized Kendra must have known I was there the whole time.
Mimi's reaction was just as swift. "Caden!" It only took a few moments for her to hop up, rush to the door, and lead me towards the bed full of magazines. "Kendra said to find mo-del. So I pick one." Miette reached for her magazine, but before she could show it to me, Kendra snatched it away.
"Hold on there sister. Once we get him going on that, I have a feeling I know where things will end up. Caden, my request is a bit.. simpler." She patted on the bed, and as I sat she held out the page I'd seen from across the room. "I'd like her eyes." It was obvious she liked them because they were ice blue, unusually light. I looked deeply at Kendra to compare. Her's were already blue and very pretty, just not as unique, not as striking.
"How hard do I have to work to get them?" Kendra leaned in, forcefully but briefly probing the full length of her new tongue into my mouth. Then she brought her cheek to mine and whispered, "Normally I'd draw it out, licking and teasing every inch." The way her her hand found and gently rubbed the crotch of my pants made it clear what inches she was talking about. "However, I think we should make this quick. Once you see her request, you're going to want more time with the *new* Miette."
Kendra leaned away, and I noticed her glance at the mirror, checking for chances in her eyes. I felt a little self-conscious at Mimi patiently watching, waiting. "Do you like watching us kiss?" I shook my head. Kendra looked to Mimi and didn't have to utter another word. Mimi leaned in and I watched two super-human tongues emerge and twist around each other before their lips met. Just seeing them kiss was incredibly arousing, then Miette reached in and started to fondle Kendra. I felt like I had just been cast as a extra in girls gone unbelievably wild.
After Kendra finally broke their kiss free, she stared at me and rubbed my pants. "Are they ice blue yet? Once they are, I'll show you Mimi's page and we can try that kiss again with you in the middle." Kendra's sexy smirk was powerful. Another display of their tongues and my mind went into overdrive, infatuated with the two of them.
I could see her eyes had already lightened, and as their visual teasing continued, they shifted to light blue, then ice blue, then shimmering flecks of steel white appeared. Her gaze was surreal -- I honestly couldn't look away if I tried -- it was that magnetic. The effect was even more pronounced than in the photo, and I proudly let her know, eager to move on to my reward. "Kendra, it's done, take a look." Kendra glanced at the mirror and smiled. Then she looked to Mimi, who briefly gasped and giggled at the change.
"Excellent." Kendra's hand left me as she handed Mimi back her magazine. "I turn him over to you. Tell him *exactly* what you like. Tease him and rile him up, but don't give in too easily. Don't give him what he wants until you get what you want." With that Kendra stood from the bed, heading to a mirror to admire her new eyes.
Mimi rifled through the pages of her magazine, then looked up, hesitant yet wanting. She turned the page towards me, pointing, "her, she est mi mo-del."
The woman in the photo was stunning. She was kneeling at the beach, tanned, and wearing a string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Her tits were paradoxically big and firm in a way only implants can be. The bikini didn't even cover half their size, yet they seemed to be holding it up, not the other way around. Her abs showed definition, but in a soft feminine way. Looking beyond her body, she also had perfect thin lips, perfect teeth, perfect eyes, and hair with striking highlights. I jested back, "so you want her eyes?"
Miette playfully shoved my shoulder. "Not funny. Her bo-day! So fiet! And her tits, they are so ... how do you say, grand guilleret, big and bouyant?" I nodded in recognition, and she continued. "I don't mean to profiteer." She took my hands in hers, gently pressing them to the already noticeable new tits she possessed thanks to my gift. "They are parfait. But why stop at perfect, when they could be exceptionnel? I want them like hers." As I nodded at the sense in her logic, she leaned in, just barely slipping her tongue between my lips before she unexpectedly pulled away.
Kendra had apparently finished admiring her eyes and had tapped Mimi on the shoulder, interrupting and motioning us both off the bed. "Come here you two. I made a promise to Caden." Once I caught her gaze, I couldn't look away from those stunning eyes. She carefully laid open Mimi's magazine page so I could see it, then unbuckled my pants, dropping them to the floor.
"Time for a little double trouble." With that Kendra dragged Mimi down to her knees, where she maneuvered my cock between them. She started up at me briefly before their tongues emerged, and I watched them sandwich me between their lips in a heavenly experience that was simultaneously incredible, teasing, and taunting. All I could see was the tops of their heads as they both played and massaged me with their tongues. For a moment I forgot what I did to deserve it.
Then I saw the magazine page and remembered all too clearly. The woman in the picture was so impossibly hot, it was hard not to fantasize about her -- about Mimi wanting to be her. As they rubbed and teased, I saw streaks form in Mimi's hair, and I knew the changes were already on their way. Kendra sat back, wiping her lips, and Mimi took me for herself, rubbing and teasing with her tongue. I let a hand down on her head and closed my eyes, enjoying every sensation.
Suddenly I felt her tongue leave me, and looked down to see Kendra coaxing her off. "Oh la la, take a look." Some of the changes were already visible. Mimi's hair was striking, her hips looked a tad wider, less boyish, and her breasts were obviously larger. She looked over towards the mirror before a beaming smile took over her face. Kendra tempered her excitement, "he can do better. Make him beg for it," holding the magazine open towards me.
"Oui?" Mimi forced away her satisfaction and looked up at me with a pouty look. "You want me to feenish, don't you? Louk at her." She looked over at the magazine, before holding her tits and bouncing them slightly. "They could have a beet more size, no? And her tommy," she pulled my hand, pressing it against her skin, just above the waist, "I want to feel zee muscle." At the same time, she tucked in close to whisper, "It will be worth eit, to be back in my mooth, no? Mmm..." As her tongue licked softly at my neck, and her breasts brushed into my chest, I felt muscle harden under her skin. She immediately clenched my hand tighter, encouraging me. "Oui! You like me to taste you." Again she licked her tongue up my neck, slower this time, drawing it out. I felt a shiver up my spine as the contour of her abs shaped and hardened. I'd never felt anything like it.
When she backed away, I was stunned. It wasn't just her tummy that had changed, her whole body was chiseled to perfection. While her youthful proportions were the same, her shoulders, arms, and even her face lost their waify lithe look, instead appearing like she'd spent years in the gym. At the same time, her shirt was very strained, her breasts having become even more pleasantly big. She didn't have to look at the mirror to notice the results. "Merde!" She ran her hands against herself, inspecting the changes.
"It iz almost perfect. Almost!" She treated me to a sly smile as she pulled her shirt free. The body she revealed was completely transformed. She was now one part fitness model, one part naturally busty teen. Her tits wobbled as she cupped them. "I want them up. With more lift. Like hers." Miette hefted her new assets up to mimic the picture. The model's breasts were obviously artificial, sitting unnaturally high on her chest despite nearly no support from the tiny bikini. "You see la differ-ance?" Soulever, s'il vous plait." Mimi's French made the pose all the more sexy. When she finally let go, her breasts naturally settled under their own weight.
Her hands quickly found my cock and gently rubbed it. "Make zem like her and I will give you my tongue. Soulever, s'il vous plait. Soulever." Her French was sexy and mysterious, and as I looked down, my curse was already fulfilling her request. She watched too, as her shape shifted, her breasts firming and rising defiantly on her chest. "Oui, Oui, Plu," she encouraged me with the teasing of her fingers and her soft French. When the change finished, she stepped back, posing a hand on her hip to show off. (pic pic pic ) She now looked even more impossibly sexy and fit. Her firmed breasts unnaturally defied gravity, and the muscular definition in the rest of her body was unheard of for someone so young. "Je suis magnifque! Now may I give him his treat?"
Kendra smiled as she held up her hand in protest. "Not quite yet." Mimi's lips pouted and I felt Kendra's breath on my ear. "Don't you want her," she exhaled between words, "bigger?" Seeing a girl with a figure this sexually charged was already making me weak in the knees. I started into Mimi's eyes, and if I was looking for permission, she gave it as she nodded. It only took a few seconds for me to notice her head and shoulders rising. Meanwhile, Kendra continued her encouragement, "that's right. Bigger."
The way Mimi's body changed was eerie, like someone was twisting a zoom lens inside my brain. She must have been enjoying it, as she donned a wicked smile just as she reached my height. "Oui, oui, baby. I like." She raised her arms and tossed her hair as she rose taller, two, then three, then four inches taller than me. The girl who was fit and sexy moments before now looked intimidatingly powerful. She approached, pulling me against her rock-hard body before dropping her chin. She stood tall, teasing me to strain upwards for our lips and tongues to briefly connect. However, her growth wasn't over, and a moment later it pulled her lips out of reach. "Plu? Beeg-ger?" She seemed surprised. I wasn't.
Kendra answered wrapped one arm around me, tucking in close. "Ohh, yes. Caden wants you much bigger, don't you Caden?" Mimi's gorgeous French features smiled down as her face rose higher still. Her proportion now seemed even more dramatic with Kendra alongside. As she grew, her lycra top stretched and rode up. Kendra was now admiring her too. She reached out, running her hand over the sharp contours of Mimi's torso, pushing her shirt further up out of the way, until it looked more like a sports-bra -- her whole torso laid bare. "Caden, you've really outdone yourself this time. I never thought muscles could be so *hot*!"
Kendra turned sides, standing alongside Mimi's towering form. Her hand still magnetically rubbing Mimi's abs. "You know Caden, why settle for one towering goddess of perfection, when you could have two? Then you could nuzzle up to us, and.." She turned, mocking a bite towards the clothed treat only inches below her mouth. Then she turned the attention to her own body, pressing herself into Mimi as she pawed at her own breast. A moment later the sexy display started to have an effect. Kendra's body started to firm and tighten. -- Kendra - ex Jenna Renee (pic pic pic pic pic)
Mimi seemed amused by the whole situation, almost half-a-foot taller than us both. Then suddenly she seemed to change her mind, reaching out and pulling me in, my hand bracing against her body. She looked down, black hair framing her face as her hand wrapped my head. "Or, monsiur Caden, you can 'ave me." She softly pressed my chin into her sternum. Down below, I felt her grasp my hand, and moments later she held it pressed to her breast, her eyes never leaving mine. It felt so perfect, being tucked up against her, that I almost didn't want her taller. Almost.
As soon as the thought rose in my mind, so did she. My chin caught the thin lycra, as cleavage rose around my chin. Her tongue showed itself, licking her top lip. Teasing me. Then suddenly my back felt warm, and I realized Kendra had snugged up behind me. "Come on baby. You can be our little toy. Imagine it, big Mimi and big Kendra." Kendra's voice was sexy, but there was something else, a tinge of something. Competition? Desperation? I realized suddenly that Kendra wasn't prepared for me to be *more* attracted to Mimi. In fact, it wasn't until that moment that I realized I most certainly was, more attracted to Mimi. However, already Mimi seemed to know. She was pushing all my buttons, my face now wedged between her breasts.
"A toy?" She giggled, her eyes never leaving mine. "He is no toy. He is a King! I am your willing concubine, monsiur Caden." She let me free, making enough room to pull her lycra top free. Kendra also let go of her grasp. With her arms overhead, she was quite the sight. She had to be nearing eight feet tall, her bare breasts now staring me in the face. They were simply gorgeous. "Are you ready for ze french oral sexe? Or perhaps you would like a nibble?" I was still staring when her hand fell on my shoulder, coaxing me until I opened wide, suckling on her firm and doubly oversize tit.
"You would like some too, no?" With a mouth full of breast flesh, it took me a moment to register her comment was to Kendra. "I'm sure he would like to watch." That startled me into attention, and I turned to see Kendra with an uncomfortable look on her face. She looked frustrated, beaten, and incredibly turned on all at the same time. She looked to me, her smile brightening a little as she nodded, making a show of stepping close and wrapping her hand around Mimi's other breast, almost above her mouth's reach.
Kendra looked at me, as she licked once against the bottom curve. "You like that? Watching me?" She licked again. Then she took the nipple in her mouth, slowly turning and sucking against a tit now almost as big as her head. God it was sexy. Kendra's hand squeezed, then moved down to squeeze her own tit, then dragged down her tummy. Her body was not nearly as defined as Mimi's, though as soon as I noticed, the gap started to close. "Ohh baby, that's right." She smiled at me, her hand pulling at her bottoms. "Make me fit and sexy for you, and I'll let you ride me. I know you want to." What seemed sexy at first, quickly sounded even more desperate. Kendra and I hadn't actually had sex in two years. She had drawn a line, and instead we just 'played'. Why was she offering it up so suddenly. A moment later, it didn't matter.
"No no. It's time for my treat now." Mimi took my hand, pulling me as she backed towards the bed. Sitting pronounced her height even more, as her head was now barely below mine. She wasted no time. She unbuttoned my pants, coaxing my erection out, then leaned down and softly licked once, twice. The third time, she wrapped her tongue around, and began doing something slow and sensuous. I looked down at the top of her head as her grip pulled me closer, her breast smashed into my leg.
So I stood there, her tongue twirling and teasing with a softness that built slowly but steadily. A couple minutes in, I realized this was unlike any oral sex I'd ever had, as she wasn't taking me in her mouth. Not much anyway. No thrusting. Just the endless rhythm of whatever dancing, teasing thing she was doing with her tongue. It felt so calmly arousing, until, well... Until it started to drive me mad. The sensation was getting stronger and stronger. I wanted to just thrust into her mouth, to end it, but she held me firm. She just kept slowly twirling and teasing. In fact, it seemed like she was going slower now. "Uhhh." I couldn't help but let out a little moan. Then my leg began to shake. I put my arms onto her shoulders for support, tangibly reminding me how broad and oversize she was at her nearly eight-foot height.
What had started as a shake in my leg was now a periodic shudder in my whole body. I didn't know what she was doing, but I didn't want it to stop. "More! Please! More! Uhhh!" I responded to her doing something firm before slowing, almost stopping. It felt so incredible, but it was torture. I realized I was now bent over, my head laid sideways. Kendra was sitting across the room watching -- looking half annoyed, half curious. Her eyes brightened at me, and she spread her legs, looking sexy, desperately trying to be part of it. I felt for her, that Mimi had taken over. I channeled the amazing sensations running through me, and thought about Kendra's request. Almost instantly, her arms, tummy, legs, and shoulders popped with fitness definition. She noticed immediately, smiling, admiring herself, and making a show of running her fingers into her pants. She had no idea the sensations Mimi was running through me, with no sign of ending.
My leg started to shake again. I couldn't decided if I was desperate for it to end, or never wanted it to. I looked down, Mimi's head still, as if she were just calmly resting. Only her tongue was doing anything but... rubbing and twirling around me endlessly. She punctuated a few times with something firm, maybe her teeth? I couldn't tell."Ohh! My! God!" I was panting now, and whimpering. The need and pressure made me whine and beg. "Ohh, please! Please. Mimi. Please." She didn't budge. She just kept it up. She might have sped up just a little. I dug my fingers into her shoulders, felt my abs clench, my legs stiffen. I might have fallen over if she didn't have a good hold on me. Then in a final fit, I felt the tension all pour out, "uhhhhhhhh." Only after it started did she finally take me into her mouth, still teasing, no thrusting. I stayed there for a few moments, panting, feeling spent.
When I finally stood, Mimi looked up, a pleased smile on her face. I was trying to figure out how to ask her what the heck that was, when she anticipated my question. "THAT, was ze french oral sexe. You like, oui?"
"Ohh my god, yes. I like. That was *so* amazing." I stood a moment, basking in the afterglow, before I realized this entire night had been selfishly focused on me. After how Mimi made me feel, I suddenly wanted to please her, badly. "Please, let me do something for you." Mimi just smiled, not saying anything. Instead Kendra interjected.
"That, sport, will need to wait for another day. My parents are due back in half an hour, so you need to get miss french alps here down to size. Pronto." I'd known Kendra long enough to sense the tinge in her voice. She'd been a good sport, but this night had not gone according to *her* plan. I also sensed this wouldn't be the last tension between the three of us.