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I do not intend nor give permission for distributing this story in any illegal manner (e.g. giving it to a minor, distributing it unsolisited through the U.S. Postal service). ================================================================= The Desktop By Titbug This was inspired by a picture I saw once of Candy Cane fully dressed, sitting at a desk. She was wearing a v-cut dress that exposed quite a lot of her breasts. What really turned me on was that she was grabbing her breasts as if to heft them onto the desk... Laney enjoyed her job as Henry Cord's secretary. He was a hot new porn director who was constantly casting beautiful men and women for his pictures. Sometimes the men came on to her so that they could land a particular role. Sometimes the women did too. What they didn't know was that Henry knew about this. He had come to value her opinions. When Lance Bon came in, she smiled at him. She could tell right away that he was going to come on to her. She flicked the switch under her desk that turned on a light in Henry's office. He could watch on the hidden video if he wanted to. He usually just put in a video tape to record the escapades and went through some paperwork. Lance walked up to the receptionist's desk. He normally worked with thin, pert porn actresses, but he really liked bigger women. And Laney was a big woman. Not all big women were evenly proportioned, they usually had smaller breasts. This was definately not the case for Laney's tits. On the contrary, her breasts seemed almost out of proportion with the rest of her hefty body. She must have weighed 240 lbs., with 40 lbs. in her tits alone. She had shoulder length black hair that seemed very silky and touchable. He fought the temptation to reach out and run his fingers through it. She had a wide jaw that curved gracefully to a perfect, dainty chin. Her smile was wide and lit up the whole room with an almost girlish warmth. She had been typing at her computer which was on an extension to her unusually large desk. This gave him a good view of her profile, which was exactly what she wanted. Her breasts were at least an E cup and extended to her elbows. He smiled back at her, letting his gaze drop to her breasts and back up to her gorgeous face. Laney saw where his eyes were going. She liked his eyes, so brown they were almost black. His eyebrows were thick and black and they didn't meet in the middle, thank god. He was wearing a tan vest without a shirt so she could see every ripple on the washboard stomach of his. He was wearing sweats without any underwear. She could tell because his dick was pushing the front out about 10". He walked up to the desk and knocked her name plate to one side. He looked down in surprise. "Oh, jeez, I'm sorry I didn't even realize..." "Don't worry about it, I had one guy that knocked it right into my lap," she giggled. "You must be Lance Bon, Mr. Cord's 11:00. He just got a call from a potential producer for the film you're trying for, I hope you don't mind waiting." "Well, I guess it's kind of obvious I don't," he smiled and looked down at his protuberance still lightly thumping on the desk. He looked back up at her, "That door lock?" Laney smiled even wider. She turned towards him in her chair. She then cupped her large breasts and lifted them up onto the desk. This allowed her to reach forward and hit a button located at the far corner of the desk. Lance heard a sharp click behind him. "Do you ever watch the films your boss makes?" Laney put her elbows down and rested her chin in her hands. She noticed a dark spot starting where his glans met the fabric of his sweats. This, plus the fact that he had made no move to rearrange his penis told her in no uncertain terms that he wanted sex with her. Why was another matter. "Yes, I watch all of them, many times. I watch as he shoots the scenes, the daily rushes, the editing. I've even gone to the premiers. He does great work... I cum every time I watch them. Is that what you were fishing for?" "Not at all, I just wanted to know how much you knew about this business. Some assistants I've dealt with never see the films, they try to maintain some kind of moral high-ground." "Well, Was there some reason you wanted me to lock the door?" "Well, since you are so intimately involved with the production process I thought you might have some influence with your boss when it comes to casting. I've been in this business a little while and I've come to learn that the casting couch is still alive and well, especially in this business. To be honest, I was rather hoping I had to lay you to get this job," he grinned widely at this, a smile that reminded Laney too much of Dennis Quaid. Laney could already feel that strange tingling in her breasts that meant only one thing. The only question was how big they were going to get. "Well, Mr. Bon, I'll be honest with you. Fucking me won't guarantee you that you will get the job, but it will help. Were you telling the truth about wanting to lay me anyway?" She thought she was a good judge of whether on not someone was really attracted to her. His obvious erection was a good sign (the dark spot was getting bigger all the time), but she wanted to see it in his eyes as well. Lance considered his reply. "Well, I am attracted to a lot of things about a woman, but I have always been turned on by bigger women. There is something about making love to a big woman that makes me feel like, well, like I was making love to a mountain range or a tree or some great creation of Mother Nature. I know that sounds strange, but it's the truth." Laney wanted to trust him, he sounded so sincere. Well, she didn't want to marry him, she really wanted to feel that 10" cock between her breasts and up inside her. If he wanted Mother Nature, he was in for a big surprise. "Well, I am closer to a great force of nature as you are ever likely to get. As a force of nature, you must follow my every command quickly and with enthusiasm, is that clear?" She gave him her best piercing look. Lance was more excited than he had been in a long time. "Yes, ma'am!" "Take off your sweats." Lance dropped to the floor and quickly removed his loafers and sweats. He got back up, but slowly, making her wait for the view of his naked manhood. She wasn't disappointed. "Oh, my goodness! What a beautiful cock," she said with a hungry look on her face, "it gets me all warm and quivery just looking at it. Do you know what happens when I get warm and quivery, Lance?" she turned her gaze up to his face. "I think I know," he said with a leer. Her face was quizzical, "Really? I'm surprised, usually men have no idea what happens. Did you think it was anything like this?" It was Lance's turn to look quizzical now. He started to notice movement in her breasts, as if she were breathing in. Except that she seemed to keep inhaling. Her breasts were growing! She smiled and looked down at them with a look of mischief and pride. "Surprising isn't it? They grow when I get aroused and I'm very aroused by you. But you need to keep me going so they get really big. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she asked as if she were concerned that her ballooning breasts would turn him off. This was a real concern for her, but she knew this one would stick around. "What do you want me to do?" "Well, you could start by untieing the bow in the back so that I don't tear another dress." By this time Lance could see that the shear material of the dress was straining. She brought her hands up behind her head, causing her chest to thrust out even more. In a few seconds her breasts had gone from E cups to FFs. Lance began fumbling with the bow and after freeing the knot he went back around to the front of the desk. Her breasts pushed out to freedom, flowing out of the upper part of the loose dress. Lance set his open palms a few inches away from the growing tits. They finally reached his hands and started pushing against them. He squeezed them lightly. He had held smaller volleyballs. "I know you want to touch them Lance, but you must be patient. You have to keep me turned on to keep them growing. Do you know what would turn me on right now?" "Whatever you want, just tell me!" Laney smiled at the irony. He was hoping to get her to do what he wanted, not the other way around. "I see that your dick seems to be begging for attention," she looked at the throbbing member and licked her lips. His dick was still dripping and pulsing and stood out 10". It seemed to be as big around as a table leg. "Start stroking it, but don't you dare cum yet," Laney brought her hands down to the tops of her boobs, where she started stroking back and forth as he stroked his prong. Her breasts began to double in height and push out more onto the desk. They were now level with her shoulders and the fronts were pushing items off the desktop onto the floor. Her areolae were at the saucer level now. "Now, you may rub my breasts with your hands only." Lance complied and found that they were amazingly firm and taught and still growing. Laney's eyes were half closed and she still moved her hands over the tops. Her nipples were responding to his ministrations and becoming thumb-sized spouts. "God, that feels so good. I feel that right down into my cunny. Now not too much on the nipples...wait...ohhhhh-yes!" she arched her back and smiled wide and bright with an almost childlike joy. As she came, her breasts surged forward a foot to the edge of the desk. Her dark areolae were now too big to cover with both his hands. Lance stood his ground as her tits advanced on him. Lance couldn't resist the temptation now to fuck these great mounds of flesh. He grabbed a handful on each side and started working his cock in and out of her tits. Lance watched as each thrust of his 10 inches caused a wave of flesh that traveled down four feet of titflesh. Laney looked up at him with an expression that was warm just to look at. It looked like anger and lust mixed together. Her mouth was slack and she looked at him hard with her dark eyes. Her jet black hair swung back and forth to his thrusts. "You've treated my boobies so well, Lance! They don't usually get this big. You are such a good boy to make them so big. I bet you're ready to come now aren't you?" Lance could only nod. "Well I don't want you to come yet. My titties get more than enough attention and I will let you play with them more as long as you behave. But my little pussy always gets neglected. Do you want to give my little pussy some attention?" Lance nodded again. "Then come back here and pump me like the good boy you are!" She stood up and leaned forward to keep here pontoons resting on her desk. Lance went around the desk, pausing to view her amazing profile. He boobs thrust as far forward as her ass protruded behind her. Her ass was big and meaty and he quickly threw her dress over her back and yanked down her panties, moist with the juices of her succulent cunt. As much as he wanted to, he didn't enter her yet with his rod. Instead, he thought he would assert some control over this situation. He squatted down and parted her pussy lips. He began to gently lap her with his tongue. "Oh nooooo, you mustn't do that. Ohhhh gooodness..." "Do you want me to stop?" "No, no, just don't make me cum yet. It takes a while for my breasts to get back to normal size. When I come, they really grow...grow...grow," Lance had resumed the tongue action and Laney was back into her pre-orgasmic stupor. He kept working on her clit and mons as she moaned and growled. "Unngggh, no, no, I'm gonna cum, stop...stop for a minute," Lance ignored her pleas and redoubled his efforts. His hands kneaded her broad ass. He moved down and worked her thighs. He could feel her muscles quivering as she began to climax. "yee yee yee yee yee yeeeeaaaahhhgggh," her cunt practically squirted its nectar. He stood up and noticed the mirror next to the door. It provided a clear view of the front of Laney's breasts. The areolae were now dinner plate size and her nipples were like vienna sausages. She rested her head on them like great pillows. Lance watched in the mirror as her breasts swelled forward and started drooping down the front of the desk. Laney started moving forward as the tremendous mass of her mammaries dragged her over and onto the top of the desk. She got up on her knees and reached back to spread her lips again. "Don't just stand there, start fucking me!" Lance quickly obliged and joined her on the desk. He thrust nearly a foot of cock into her easily. He began running his length in and out quickly, causing the whole table to creak and shake. She screamed out her second orgasm as her back and head began to rise up and he looked in the mirror. Her breasts had finally reached the floor and were now pushing her back up as they continued to swell. They were like two huge, fully packed duffel bags. She finished cumming squirting her juices around his cock. Lance pulled his dick out and walked around the desk again. He beheld a magnificent sight. Her breasts, about two feet wide each resting on the floor, tapered up to about a foot wide each where they joined her chest. Laney was on her hands and knees which meant that her breasts drooped five feet from here chest to the floor. He went up to her and kneeled before her. Their faces were level with each other. "Kiss me while you fuck my tits. You can come now any time you want." Lance leaned in and found her soft lips as his cock shoved between the two tit-mountains. They kissed fervently as he plunged in and out of her endless cleavage until he felt his imminent eruption. He held out as long as he could, savoring the fleshy envelope that he might never have again. Lance finally came, spurting his load deep between her mounds, again and again for nearly two minutes. He collapsed on the floor, looking up at this monstrously large tits and the smiling woman they belonged to. He watched as they began to shrink. He had to help her heave them back onto the desk top, a job he was more than happy to help with. It took about 20 minutes for her to be able to wrap the folds of her dress around them again. She tied the bow behind her and looked down at his now newly erect cock. She smiled. "I think you'll be a shoe-in for this job, Lance. You take direction well, you know how to improvise and you can hold off an ejaculation quite a long time. You are also ready to go at it again within a reasonable time." She said all this as she was typing at her keyboard. "Mr. Cord will see you now." She pushed another hidden button under the desk that told Mr. Cord that she was done with her portion of the interview. He would pull up the file she had just typed in and review their performance later if anyone else meeting her approval. "I guess the question I have is will I see you later?" Lance was less concerned about the part as he was now about holding onto this magnificent woman. If her growth was based on how good a man fucked her, then he wanted to see how far he could make them grow. What Lance couldn't know was that this was the largest size Laney's breasts have ever grown to. She was also curious about how big they could get. She was deeply sexually satisfied with this man. She was more secure now that she could keep him, now that he had seen her huge breasts. She didn't know of any other women that was so unusually gifted, so if he did leave her, then he would probably be unsatisfied with any other woman. She had a lot to think about. "I've got your number Lance, I'll call you." Lance went through the door to Mr. Cord's office. He knew he would be waiting by the phone for the next couple of days, not to find out whether he got the part, but whether or not she wanted his part.