H. Bigguns - Victorian Scientist Vol. 02

A latch at the door and entered then in the object of my reading, looking again quite fully well formed in a clean white top with fringe and delicate neck. I arose and walked across the room.

"Come here, Miss Lillian, by the settee."

"Sir."

I sat. "We shall be reenacting the entire event of which you had spent with the doctor at this time, and I will count on you to leave nothing out. You will also describe the events as you perform them so I may truly understand the conversation and actions therein. Please begin."

Lillian slowly unbuttoned her top with nimble fingers, allowing the weight of her chest to release against the bound clothing.

"At the time of the doctor's first foray, y'see, I was already without a top buttoned, so I am gonna do that now so as to start."

"Of course," I said, watching as she pulled the folds of her top back to expose her large and full juggernauts. The mounds of flesh spilled out to the sides of the shift as it opened, her pink nipples bobbling with abandon. I sat up somewhat straighter. "Please, if you will?"

I felt the soft warmth of her fleshy orbs as they wrapped delightfully about my face, the delicate scent of jasmine from her recent cleansing fragrant in the valley of her breasts. They were indeed quite large, and by her stretching them out covered all of my face and ears as they bathed me in their delicate fullness.

She was mumbling something, but I was captivated by the engrossing feeling now taking over me, for I had quickly imagined Mrs. Emma in a like situation, and found I could not dispel the image of her wrapping her own precious womanly mounds about my head in a similar fashion. Yet Lillian mumbled on, and despite the delightful euphoria I was experiencing, felt her words may have import into some condition or other that might bear attention. I pulled my face away from her heavy hanging fruits reluctantly.

"Miss Lillian, I am barely able to understand you with your large mams wrapped so fittingly about mine head. Of what were you speaking?"

"Oy, I was a sayin' that about this point is when the doctor most graciously relieved me of my burden and took to holding up these on his own."

And with that she gave her breasts a most invigorating shake, such that the mounds themselves like bowls of pudding did ripple and sway, the forces applied undulating thru them most delightfully.

"Yes! But of course, that should be taken into consideration most definitely!" I slowly put my hands up to support those tremendous nancies, and upon my handling thereof my own priapus did expand another factor within my pants. I held them thus for an instant, and as I quickly pushed my face into those marvelous pillows I could hear Miss Lillian saying "...and then he put 'is face in between my vast..."

But it was already done, for the next words I heard were muffled and seemed to come from many leagues hence, for I was lost in an ethereal heaven, my hands pressing her warm substantial bubbies into my face, grabbing onto their weight and squeezing them so as to feel their fleshy protuberance from between my fingers. I bounced them up and down, feeling the heft of them and the hardened nipples of venus on the skin of my cheek.

After some time of this, I came to realize she was speaking again, so I moved the swollen breasts away from my face enough to hear her clearly. "...And then 'e says, it mighten be a good idea to evaluate the color of me nips as they could be causin' the particular offenses to occur, if the shade, shape or otherwise be irregular it could be a sign of somthin', he says."

"Oh? Well, yes, of course."

"And weren't any better way to do that that orally he said to gauge any feverish tendencies, so he did most thoroughly check them, he did."

Wasting no time, I put one of her glorious supple nipples in my mouth, tasting it thoroughly, rubbing the hardened tip vigorously with my tongue. It had as well a sweet jasmine taste to it, and as I lathered it thoroughly with my mouth, the fragrance grew yet more. I put the other in my mouth and repeated the process, creating a great slippery mess upon her nips, wherein they both became very shiny and hard, the red circle of her areola gathering and tightening in tandem with the nipple point itself. I thumbed one absently as I handled the other back against my lips and into my waiting mouth, along with sucking as much added breast as would therein fit.

"It was at this point sir which he did ask me to relate the discussion that your kind self and I had this morning regarding the large and intimidating priapus, and I did tell him the entire tale leaving nothing out."

"Mmmm, mmmm hmmm, mmmm," I hummed, my mouth full of nipple. My free fingers were busy twisting its partner.

"Oh yes, he was most insistent during much of my tale that he be checking my reflexes, by biting on my lil' nips, and it were truly most painful, but he insisted that is was a requirement."

I gave a little chomp on the lovely pink raisin currently in my mouth and she winced. "Oy, yes like that although I, Ow!" she squealed, "didna' like it so much!" I kept at it quite mercilessly, nipping at her nips as it were, hoping to drive home at least a semblance of awareness of her responsibility in the matter, but confess again after several moments the picture of lovely Mrs. Emma entered my head and it was her red warm spots I was thus entertaining in my thoughts and with my teeth, her lovely bosom spilling out of her button-tightened top, her red roughened nipples raw and wet from my continual biting.

"Oy really sir by this point we was done with this stage of the discussion, truly!" she almost yelled in pain. I pulled a brightened red knob from my mouth and began to rub both slippery nips against my face, stretching and pulling in the fleshy weights of her pendulous top towards me. She said, relieved, "And it was at this time sir that he did begin to check my breathing with his measuring rod!"

I stopped tugging and looked up at her from between her vast bosoms. "Oh?"

"Sir, yes, the doctor was most insistent on this point, and although he did not have all his normal equipment for he had not brought his bag y'see, he did have his 'natural' equipment as he so called it."

"Go on."

"He did remove his trousers and we 'made do' as he said, but his methods were sound at least as seemed to me. Would ye like to reenact this particular experiment as well, sir?"

"As discussed, Miss Lillian, it is key that we review the entire interaction, so as much as I may not wish to spend my valuable time thus, yes we certainly should." And with that I released her slickened and red rubbed jubblies, stood up and then relieved myself of my pants and undergarments. Mine priapus member stood stiff at attention.

"Oy, sir, your measurer is somewhat more lengthy and robust that the kind doctors!"

I was strangely relieved to hear this. "It allows me a position in which to...collect yet more data," I mumbled, sitting again on the settee. "Please continue, Miss Lillian."

She bent over in front of me to push my legs apart somewhat, her hanging breasts lengthening in observance of gravity's grand design, the smooth reddedned flesh of her teats swaying softly before my eyes like a pair of gossamer balloons. "As he did say, the proper way of measuring the breath and visual perception or somesuch, was to have him a sittin' thus as you are now, and I then do the movement part like this."

She knelt down in front of me and then without further ado took her nancies most voluptuous and wrapped them tightly around my prick. My eyes unfocused slightly of their own accord and the room swam as I tried to correct my gaze down at this tableau of carnal delight, Miss Lillian rubbing her fantastically full breasts up and down my Priapus, the head swallowed up by the abundant flesh only to peek forth again moments later as she drug her loblollies down, repeating this again and again.

I will confess that though I wanted to speak to her my voice was not functioning terribly well, and I stammered out as much as I could. "Miss...Lil...were it...when the...what was the...reasoning for...final explosion say...contributed to your..."

She did not slow down as she looked up at me with her large innocent eyes, her zeppelins slapping up and down upon my rigid member in Big Ben-like clockwork timing. "Oy sir, it were decided he said that with the release of his manly seed the amount thereof caught mighten be a measure of the quality of my breathin', ya see, he did call therefore it a volume measurement."

"Oh of course...very... correct of him." I gathered my thoughts with difficulty, her breasts massaging my stiff member. "Forthwith Miss Lillian...you may grasp your chest somewhat more tightly...and speed up ever so slightly...and we shall also test this volume method."

In response she took another firm grip upon her breasts, the full sides spilling over her hands, and proceeded to pound on my prick with renewed vigor, her alarmingly large slapping and shaking jubblies a riot of anarchic movement. "Oy, yes sir! Let us truly bring forth a winning amount!"

"Did you...see the previous...volume of herr doctor's..." I trailed off unable to finish for the distraction of the show before me.

"No sir, for I was looking up at him when he did provide his sample," she said, her breathing slightly elevated at this new increased pace, "and it did deposit first up under my chin and then to his instructions I held together mine breasts to make a cup to hold it all, as it were." How she could talk thus as she ministrated to my erect penis with such fervor I could not quite fathom, but the knowledge of this was not paramount upon my mind at this moment, for I could feel the stirring of seed deep in my loins and knew that mine own offering was sure to follow shortly.

"Miss Lillian...for your own sake I should like you to...to witness the delivery directly...of test sample...as it may provide some additional...understanding of the experiment..." I could barely speak for the wondrousness of the activity before me, Miss Lillian's bouncing coconuts in a swimming dance of motion, poling most quickly upon my rigid member.

"You want me to watch it come forth then, eh?" she said, craning her head down to look at the tip of my prick as it popped up thru her immense cleavage, timing such that just at that moment I did release with a shudder the first volley of seed upon her face from chin to forehead. Rather than stop she did again pull up and push down with her squeezed jubblies in such timing that when mine tip did daylight above her fleshy mounds another volley flew forth, again bathing itself upon her face, this time across her left eye and cheek.

The next volley, and the next, and the next were all such perfectly timed contributions that when her compressed mounds did squeeze the last straggling seed from my sack, her face was so truly covered with the whitish sticky substance that she could not open her eyes ere she would have them stuck shut again with my manly essence.

"Oy sir!" she finally exclaimed, a portion of my contribution draping across her lips, "'tis a vast volume to be sure, but how will ya measure it then?"

I toyed with the rather insane idea of her slowly and methodically ingesting the said contribution, but considered that perhaps, especially after this latest debauchery of which I had coordinated with my gullible housemaid, that would be somewhat too far to go, even though I suspected she would have no compunctions about it...

"Miss Lillian, I believe that because we did not get all this seed to lie in the valley of your swollen breasts where it would have been most easily accessible to measurement, perhaps it may be in order that we..." I considered again, looking at her face with its runny white plaster covering slowly moving downward in gravities inevitable pull, "well perhaps for this one time there is just no way in which to measure..."

"Sir, if I might suggest, I know I am no scientist such as yourself, but if I were to attempt to fill my mouth with it mayhaps that could give an approximate gauge?"

Her witlessness astounded me. "Just so, if you would like to please proceed." With that she did begin to scrape the sticky fluid into her mouth, and after a half minute was holding the entire contribution within, the whitish substance visible as a pond with her tongue an island in the white creamy lake.

"Cn ya see th' am'nt?" she garbled, spilling none.

"Very well, yes, I shall note it shortly."

"S'ya d'nt n'd it no m're?"

"No, we are complete here Miss Lillian. You may certainly dispose of the..."

"G'd!" she said, closing her mouth and swallowing down the entire volume in one large gulp. "I am so 'appy to have been of use again!" she exclaimed, her breasts wobbling as she pushed back on her knees in front of me, her fleshy globes red and nipples redder, and on her face small shiny semen streaks where her fingers did not get all the substance cleared.

I gazed at her thus for several moments, and again fear that in my minds eye, t'were not Lillian there before me but a busty and seed streaked Mrs. Emma, kneeling before me with satisfied smile having given me a titten rub until orgasm with her full and rounded mams, then swallowing my prolific essence in a single loving gulp.

"Mr. Bigguns, sir? Are you quite alright?"

I stirred, Miss Lillian coming back into focus. "Oh yes, most certainly." I then wondered about Dr. ______ and whether he did in fact come home to a great bosomy surprise with his new bride, and her newly formed ideas of acceptable behavior in the wedded household, of which I helped in no small part to give life to.

Surely though, I thought, if Miss Lillian had assisted the delivery of the doctor's contributed sample with even half the vigor she did mine, he would not be ready to assist with Mrs. Emma's ministrations any time today.

In a spent exhaustion, I absently asked Miss Lillian to encase her 'research equipment' appropriately as I lay my head back upon a cushion of the settee, and in so reclining did, with a degree of relaxation unusual for me, fall fast asleep, only to awake some time later to another distant knock on the front door. What the devil! Such a morning thus, for now I wished only to lay quietly upon my chaise and reflect upon the bounteous nature of the mornings

happenings.

Miss Lillian peered her head in thru the study door.

"Oh sir," she said, "you are arisen then."

"Miss Lillian, please do answer the damned door."

"Aye, sir, most certainly!"

I stared at the ceiling. Surely, I had amazing good fortune in having Miss Lillian as my ward, for her gullibility in all matters, while most pitiable and unfortunate, was also truly a blessing, for my adoration of breasts was keen and to have her and her copious form thus readily 'reformable' was a boon not to be taken idly.

For while it were scientific endeavors truly that I did always tirelessly pursue, in moments such as this I could with some honesty confess to myself that some of it were possibly not so grandly devised. In fact, I had on rather more occasions than I should care to admit, used Miss Lillian most thoroughly for my own carnal uses. Her exciting tales could give a man any ideas of adventures to perform, so it were no surprise that Dr._______ should thus be encouraged to engage her in his own gratuitous fancy. No, certainly not, one could not blame him for taking full advantage of her wanton availability to perform these ministrations, for opportunities of such delight are not something to be wasted.

A light knock sounded at mine study door.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Bigguns, sir, a lady who calls herself Mrs. Emma here to see you, sir, but..."

"Show her in, Miss Lillian, show her in!"