A Special Treat Ch. 04

"Well, get closer and I'll see what I can find." Margie brought her hands around Heather's chest and felt her tits from behind. "You know, they're very firm for the size they are."

"Uh-huh." Heather was in ecstasy from having her mammaries being touched again. Her intentions were very clear from the way she was acting, but it was obvious that Margie was ignoring it and keeping her composure. Unlike Margie, Darcie and Joyce were finding it difficult to keep from playing with themselves and each other at the sight of Heather getting so turned on from her breasts being checked.

"It doesn't seem like there's any problem, but it'll probably be best for you to check with your doctor over there." The saleswoman dropped her hands and went back to her notepad. A look of disappointment appeared on Heather's face once her titties had been left alone. She waited for a moment as if she could get another session of tit play, but sulked over to her chair after she realized it wasn't going to happen at that moment.

"So, what size is she, Margie?" Joyce brought her hand over and laid it on Heather's chest.

"Oh, I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure she's probably a K."

"K!!??" Heather looked as if she'd won the lottery.

"Yes, I just happen to have a 34K bra, so we'll try it on in a little bit. Okay, Darcie. It's your turn."

Darcie took a deep breath and lifted her shirt over her head.

"Hey, Darcie's going to get measured now," Carmen whispered to Nelly who was still having her tits handled.

"Okay, I think I have a bra that will work for you. Let me go get it," Denise said loudly. Carmen and Nelly gave the clerk a weird look. "I was just doing it so they wouldn't get suspicious," Denise whispered. "If I miss what size your friend is tell me when I get back. I'm kinda curious."

"Okay," Nelly whispered as Denise left.

"What was that all about?" Carmen looked a bit nervous and enticed at the same time. She couldn't help but notice how Nelly's hands lingeringly played with her nipples and how her facial expressions resembled a woman who had just had an amazing orgasm.

"I don't know, but that was nice," Nelly answered. Carmen seemed a bit annoyed by her reaction and pressed her ear against the mirror again.

"Just hush for now and listen with me." Both ladies pressed their ears to the mirror to listen to what was happening in the neighboring room.

"OH MY GOD! That tape is so fucking cold," Darcie screamed out as Margie draped the tape across her bare breasts. Her dark tan nipples instantly hardened and she could tell her over sexed pussy was in dire need of a release.

"I'm sorry, Darcie. I'll try to warm it up for you." Margie brought the tape down and rubbed it vigorously between her palms. Darcie's breathing became heavier and heavier.

"She sounds like she's in heat," Carmen said. Then, she noticed Nelly wasn't exactly eavesdropping anymore, but rubbing her mammaries and pinching her nipples passionately. Just as Carmen noticed the gesture, Denise walked in with a few bras in her hands. She immediately dropped the undergarments and went to Nelly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... Fine... I've been so... horny... and I..."

"It's okay, we're all girls here. I know I don't mind," Denise reassured the ginger-haired minx as she kept feeling up her supple tatas.

"Is that better," Margie asked Darcie in the next room.

"Yeah, it is a little bit. I'm very sensitive right now," Darcie replied with stifling a giggle.

"I can sure tell." As Margie wrapped the tape around Darcie's breasts, she caught the sight of both Heather and Joyce pulling at their own nipples. The redhead was still topless and didn't seem to mind the fact that she was playing with herself in the presence of three other women. Dr. Smothers' lab coat was fully open and about to slip off of her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her completely topless as well.

Darcie's breathing was still hot when Margie pulled the tape off of her. The plasticy material quickly brushed down her areolas and sent shivers up her spine.

"Okay Darcie, that's good." Darcie stayed right where she was being measured and still reveled in the pleasure shooting through her body from that wisp of the measuring tape teasing her nipples. She involuntarily brought her hands up and pinched her swollen teats and she turned to face Margie. "So, what's size am I?"

"You're a 38J cup, Darcie," Margie smirked.

"Wow," Darcie squealed while pulling on her nipples some more and turned to her friends. "I swear my pussy is so wet now!" The brunette went to Heather and bent down to kiss her. At first, Darcie had every intention of slipping her redheaded friend the tongue, but backed off when the idea of Margie being in the room and not having an open mind like hers entered her head.

"Now, I've done my part and have been as professional as I possibly can, but you three seem like you have a different agenda. Now, I know it's none of my business, but I run a respectable store. This isn't a place where people are welcome to get their kicks. Why do think I only allow women onto the sales floor?"

"Sorry, but..." Darcie had just realized Dr. Smothers was rising from her chair with the remaining pieces of the fudge in her hand. Both women focused their attention on Heather's physician.

"Margie, we came here because the three of us have undergone quite a remarkable change within our respective physiques," Joyce calmly stated.

"I'll say! If you're telling me you're wearing way smaller bras than what would actually fit you, yeah. I think that's kinda obvious. What you three might be into isn't any of my business. If you want a bra, you all know what you're in the market for. I'm just not too keen on any hanky panky happening in my boutique."

"Sorry," Heather peeped.

"Heather, you've done nothing wrong." Joyce returned her attention to Margie. "If we've happened to offend you, I apologize on their behalf as well as mine. Would you like some fudge as a token of our sincerity?"

Darcie and Heather both looked shocked at Dr. Smothers' offer.

"You know, I can never pass up chocolate. I think I will have a piece."

"She's offering her chocolate," Carmen said to Denise, who had her attention completely focused on Nelly's naked body as she fingered herself furiously.

"Shhh, Carmen!" Denise did a double take. "Did you say she's eating chocolate?" The clerk quickly got up from the floor beside Nelly and went to where Carmen sat and listened to the goings on in the adjacent room.

In the other fitting room, Margie stuffed a piece into her mouth, two remained. All three busty women watched her breasts intently.

"This stuff is really, REALLY good! Is this something you made?"

"Darcie and Heather did, actually," Joyce smiled wickedly.

"Well, you two are really good cooks. Where did you get your recipe?"

"It's my grandmother's," Heather smiled back at Joyce and took the last two pieces of the fudge. "Here you can have the rest, we can always make more."

"You know, this really isn't good for my diet, but what's a little bit of cheating going to hurt," Margie laughed as she scooped up the last two pieces of fudge and began nibbling at their moist chocolaty goodness.

"Diet? Why Margie, whatever made you think you need a diet," Dr. Smothers' cooed to the saleswoman.

"Oh, you get older and you put on a few pounds..." The saleswoman was delightfully licking her fingers for any remnants of the tasty fudge.

"You hear that? It sounds like your friends are seducing her," Denise whispered to Carmen and Nelly.

"I know, I can see Heather possibly doing that when she's drunk, but Darcie," Carmen turned to Nelly who had finished masturbating, but was still completely naked.

"Heather and Darcie are seducing that woman?"

"Yeah, and the other woman in the lab coat is laying it on think, Nell," Carmen inadvertently said to Nelly's boobs.

"You shouldn't discount your attractiveness Margie." Dr. Smothers got up and walked toward Margie. She could tell if the magic from the breast enhancement pills was beginning to work on the saleswoman. With every breath Margie took, it looked as if her huge breasts were two balloons gradually being inflated. "Tell me, Margie; did you have to beat the men off with a stick when you were younger?"

"Hah," Margie nearly choked at the question. "It was more like keeping their grubby paws off of my breasts."

"Hmmm," Joyce smiled. "If you don't mind me asking, what size of bra do you wear, Margie?"

After the question was asked, Margie couldn't understand why she suddenly felt comfortable sharing her personal information. She knew it wasn't exactly a rude question between women, but it was a subject she felt wasn't anyone else's business but hers. Her insides felt tingly and she was getting more and more relaxed. Well, except her bra was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable and possibly needed to be adjusted.

"I wear a 42E," Margie returned the smile.

"No wonder the boys couldn't keep their hands off of you," Heather chuckled.

"I guess so." Just as Margie replied, she turned to notice how close Dr. Smothers was. The shock of another person within her personal space shocked her, but enticed her at the same time. The saleswoman could smell the doctor's sweet aroma and was almost entranced. Joyce's hands quickly latched onto Margie's boobs. Instead of protesting or fighting off the unwelcome caress, the saleswoman shuddered and thrust her growing bosom out more for Joyce to fondle outside of her stretching blouse.

"What was that about hank panky in the boutique," Dr. Smothers asked mockingly.

"What did you do to me?" Margie was in a lull and dropped into her nearby chair. Her hands rubbed her heaving breasts on top of Joyce's. Darcie couldn't stand it any longer and pulled Heather to her in a forceful kiss. Both big-titted beauties wrestled their tongues together like two oiled up women; their hands groping and pulling on their huge melons.

Dr. Smothers took the initiative to unbutton Margie's blouse while she still mashed and rubbed her tits together furiously. Opening her eyes, Margie looked down to see her breasts look years younger and better than they had in a very long time. There was no sagging to her mammaries whatsoever. Her mouth and pussy watered at the sight of her nipples poking out over the lacy hem of her bra.

"How does this feel," Dr. Smothers whispered in Margie's ear, her fingers dancing over the older saleswoman's growing areolas.

Margie screamed out louder than before in response. Immediately, as if on cue, Darcie and Heather tore themselves away from each other and focused their eyes on Margie with her back arched in the chair and her growing titties jutting up in the air just waiting to be mauled and fondled. The girls made their way to Joyce and Margie and playfully flopped their tongues into each others mouths just before latching onto one of Margie's continuously growing breasts with their hands and faces.

"Oh god, I've never done this with another woman before," Margie whispered into Joyce's mouth.

"Do you find it agreeable," Joyce licked Margie's lips for emphasis. Instead of an answer, Margie brought Joyce in again for another full kiss. Darcie and Heather were licking and sucking on Margie's huge nipples over and over again. Both girls' eyes met and they both started to giggle.

"I swear, I can't believe we're doing this," Darcie laughed.

"I know, but isn't this fun," Heather replied.

"Fuck yeah! My pussy is so wet right now!" Darcie kissed Heather again on the lips and turned her attention back to Margie's big nipples. The bustier saleswoman yelped out and Darcie gently nibbled on her areola and teat.

All three girls in the adjacent changing room had their ears pressed firmly to the mirror. Denise was well aware of Nelly still casually feeling her own breasts, but was surprised to see the situation finally getting to Carmen physically. Carmen's breathing got to be so heavy that the mirror was beginning to fog and the outlining of her big nipples could clearly be seen through her white shirt. Denise licked her lips at such a decadent sight.

"Do I need to turn the air down, hun?"

"Wha...? Oh, no." Carmen was caught off guard and instinctively brought her palms up to her breasts as if she were trying to hide them. "I'm sorry, but... uh..."

"It's okay. We all have the same parts," Denise reassured the bigger girl. She also couldn't help but notice that Nelly had lifted one of her firm 38D cupped breasts up to her mouth and began to suck her own nipple. Both girls turn and watched her in awe. Carmen faced Denise again as if to question her, but didn't get the chance to utter a word.

"She's flexible for a D cup," Denise smirked. The raven-haired cutie nodded towards Nelly and Carmen turned around to watch her sexy friend pleasuring her own breasts.

The bigger girl was in disbelief of what was happening in front of her. Here two of her good friends had grown boobs that were possibly bigger than basketballs and were in the next room having an orgy with two other women and one of her friends was right in front of her sucking her own tits. Carmen just couldn't believe how hot the entire situation was making her. Part of her wanted to give in and make love to her friend and part of her just wanted to leave the boutique, never to return. Her head was swimming in euphoria when she felt two hands come up from behind and started tweaking her hardening nipples through her shirt. Then, reality came crashing back.

"Excuse me, but..." Carmen had whirled around to see Denise was the culprit. Her words were silenced when Denise quickly jutted out her chest as if it were an offering.

"Do you want to pinch mine," Denise cooed as she smoothed her hand down the neck line of her blouse. Before Carmen could respond, all three woman turned back towards the mirror as Margie let out a loud wail in the adjacent room.

Seeing that both girls were stunned from the goings on with their friends, Denise thought it was best to attempt to finish the task she had said she would complete.

"Are you ready for your measurements?" Without another word, Denise took the lower hem of Carmen's shirt and lifted it up without any consideration of taboo of possible reluctance.

"What's going on," Carmen grunted as she struggled to get free from the forward saleswoman. She wriggled more and more, her massive mammaries wobbling and jiggling with every movement. Carmen struggled so violently that her nipples popped out over the top hems of her bra cups. Finally, Denise was successful in getting Carmen's wispy blouse off.

"Look, I already know what size I am!" Carmen was obviously agitated. She quickly grabbed her shirt back from Denise.

"Oh, so that's why your nipples are above the cups of your bra and not behind them?" Denise gave Carmen and arrogant look. The bigger girl looked down her alabaster skin to see her huge, wrinkled nipples were jutting out just above the hem of her bra. Her white skin turned to a light shade of pink.

Without warning, the raven-haired salesgirl approached Carmen as she looked down upon her tits and brought her hands up, pinching her hard nipples and giving them each a slight pull. Carmen looked back at Denise as if she was on the verge of tears, but Denise responded with a warm smile. A feeling of bliss and wanton washed over Carmen as the salesgirl played with her nipples outside of the bra, and brought her fingers down to move the stain cups down and out of the way to free her large titties.

Nelly had just noticed the tit play happening with her friend and came over immediately. The ginger-haired vixen marveled over how big Carmen's mams were and couldn't help but notice her large, engorged nipples.

"God Carmen, your nipples are so dark for your light skin!" Nelly was salivating as the words escaped her mouth. The bigger girl let out a delicate sigh for her friend's remark.

"Can I touch them?" Nelly looked up at Carmen hopefully.

"What do you think?" Carmen was nearly breathless from the pleasure crackling from Denise's fingertips to her sensitive titflesh. She inhaled deeply and made her chest expand to a point that it looked as if her breasts had ballooned just a bit. Denise and Nelly both rubbed their hands over Carmen's big, white breasts and marveled at how soft her mams were. Nelly couldn't help put pay some extra attention to Carmen's huge nipples. They just seemed to get harder and harder. She caught one in between her fingers and twisted and it tugged it until Carmen gasped with pleasure.

"You got some really chubby nipples, Carmen," Nelly said impressed. She twisted the bigger girl's other fat nipple and Carmen instantly let out a high-pitched whine from the sensations that jolted her body.

In the neighboring dressing room, Margie sat upright after hearing the feminine cry.

"What was that," she demanded, pushing Darcie and Heather aside.

"Who cares?" Dr. Smothers clutched the busty saleswoman by the shoulders and pressed her mouth onto hers, ramming her wet tongue down the older woman's throat.

The busty brunette and busty redhead resume sucking and mauling Margie's ever-growing breasts. The more the two busty girls touch the older woman's tits, the more they can feel her heavy milkers growing. Darcie started sucking and pulling the tit she was attending to and made a loud popping noise. Heather looked over at her cute friend and showed her how she did the same thing. Both big-titted girls giggled at each other and fell into an embrace. Their young fingers found each other's sensitive nipples playfully tugged on them while they kissed like two young girls discovering the pleasures of kissing with their tongues. Then, Heather ended their make out session with a quick peck on Darcie's lips.

"I can't believe these big ol' titties of mine are bigger than yours, Darc." She and Darcie examined each other up and down, stood side-by-side, and held up their massive jugs to get a better comparison.

"I know what you mean," Darcie couldn't stop rubbing her own huge boobs and slapped them up against Heather's creamy, white tits. Both girls laughed as they marveled at their bouncing boobs. Heather brought her 34K cuppers up and smashed them into Darcie's 38J mams. Both girls cupped their big melons from underneath and rubbed them into each other's flesh. Their nipples got harder and harder by the second. Darcie could feel her pussy liquefying and could tell Heather could hardly stand it herself. Then, the brunette noticed how Joyce and Margie were taking turns at sucking each other's huge nipples. It was obvious that the bra saleswoman was more endowed than Dr. Smothers, but to what extent was unknown. Heather couldn't stand it any longer and just had to have Darcie's big nipples in her mouth. She took the busty brunette's jugs and suckled the darker tatas to their wrinkled, chubby state of arousal. Darcie smiled at her friend's advance, but quickly pushed her off to let her curiosity be known.

"Hey Heather, I wonder how much bigger Margie's gotten. I'll get you that she's bigger than us." Heather raised up with a look of disgust.

"Whatever! Can't be bigger than mine!" A wicked smile curled on Heather's lips. "She's definitely a real redhead thought. Look at how pale her nips are!"

"That's for sure. My boyfriend and I are both suckers for redheads." Darcie turned to Heather and cupped her breasts while she kissed her friend. Suddenly, the busty brunette perked up from an idea. "How about the loser of our bet has to eat out the winner?"

"You're on. Grab the tape," Heather tweaked Darcie's big nipples and scampered over to where Joyce and Margie were making out.

In the opposite room, Denise could clearly hear the wager that had been placed on Margie and tore herself away from Carmen and Nelly to get into better earshot.