This story originally appeared in Gent Magazine, Sept '93 It's always been one of my favorites. Sandman ========================================================= The Dream Cream by T.J. Collins Sarah Jenkins was sitting with her fiancee when the girl walked into the restaurant and caught the eye of every man there. The newcomer was displaying herself for maximum effect, in a skin-tight red dress cut to display so much of her enormous boobs that she appeared in danger of falling out of her minimal outfit with every step. The nipples jutting out from her jiggling jugs made it clear she was braless - and that she was enjoying all the attention. Sarah was about to comment on all the leering men when she saw her fiancee was staring as hungrily as everyone else. She calmly kicked him, hard, beneath the table. He yelped. "Michael Wilson Morrison," she said, in a tone equal parts disgust and dismay. "You were practically drooling." "Uh, sorry, honey," he said, reaching down to rub his shin. He thought that was the end of the incident, but once they were home, Sarah brought it up again. "You really were staring at that girl," she said. "I know," he answered reluctantly. "I'm sorry. I feel guilty about it, but sometimes I just can't help it. There's something about big boobs that just, um, gets my attention, and I have to look. " "Just so you don't do anything other than look," she said, trying not to sound as hurt as she felt. Big boobs - in fact, even average sized breasts - were about the only thing Sarah lacked, and were all she ever felt insecure about. She was tall, slender and undeniably beautiful, with long, thick black hair, vibrant green eyes and a flawless, slightly exotic oval face. Her small waist flared to a firm, shapely ass capable of causing a sensation when filling a pair of shorts or tight jeans. Her legs were exceptional as well, but her breasts were almost nonexistent. Well, you can't have everything. It worried Sarah that Michael admitted his attraction to busty women. She'd lost her previous boyfriend to a big-titted bitch. That had worked out for the best Michael was a far better man - but it made her more afraid of losing him. I'll just have to find other ways to keep his attention, she thought, and slid one hand to his crotch, quickly liberating his cock from his pants. He smiled and sighed as she pushed him back on the couch and took his thick cock in her mouth, licking and sucking feverishly until he had a throbbing hard- on. She stood and slowly, sensuously disrobed, then mounted him for a performance as gymnastic as it was erotic. Each time he neared orgasm, she would pull away, only to begin again from some exotic new position. They became more and more frenzied until, bucking and writhing as he thrust his thick, rock-hard cock upward and into her, she had two massive orgasms just before he, too, came. She collapsed into his arms and kissed him, then took his hand and stood. "Come to bed," she said huskily. "That's only the beginning." It was their hottest, most frenzied night of sex ever. Later, though, she wondered if he'd given her small breasts and nipples so much attention because he was thinking of the girl in the red dress. The next day, Sarah slipped away between meetings at the ad agency where she worked and went to the hair salon. While waiting for her appointment, she was browsing through one of those women's magazines she never read when she noticed a tiny ad at the bottom corner of one page: "Have you longed for bigger breasts? No need for costly, risky implants! New miracle cream can give you the impressive bust you've dreamed of! Drive your lover wild! Improve your self esteem! Results guaranteed! Price just $29.95! To order: 1-800-555-BUST." She laughed - and sighed. If only it were that easy, she thought, and turned the page. But after a moment, she turned back, then quietly tore out the small ad and slipped it into her purse just as she was called for her appointment. She promptly forgot all about the ad until she got home that night. She was looking for something else in her purse while checking her answering machine messages (discovering Michael had called, apologetically, to say his law firm was sending him out of town for at least a week), when she came across the ad. She stared at it for a moment. "Oh, why not?" she said, and called the number. "Fantasy Fulfillment, Inc.," said a pleasant female voice. "Where science makes dreams come true. Can I help you?" "Um, I'm not sure," Sarah said, suddenly a little embarrassed. "I was calling about this breast cream you're advertising. Does it really work?" She could almost hear the smile at the other end. "Does it ever! In fact, you've got to be careful with it. I was an A cup, and dreamed of being a D cup. But I got a little carried away and ended up as an FF." She giggled. "Not that I mind that little bonus. My man only has eyes for me now." It was exactly the right thing to say. Sarah decided she had nothing to lose, and even paid extra to have the cream shipped overnight express. The package was there when she got home the next night, and she was almost embarrassed how eager she was to open it. Inside she found a small tube labeled "The Dream Cream" and a printed sheet of instructions. Apply the cream nightly before bedtime, it read, and then listed a series of warnings, among them: "Do not use on surgically augmented breasts. Do not use more than seven days in a row. Absolutely do not use more than once per day." The final line of the instructions was simple: "It really does work, but it takes a different amount of time for everyone. Just be patient." She kept that in mind when she applied the cream that night, but was a little disappointed the next morning when nothing seemed to have happened. In fact, nothing happened the next week. That, and the fact Michael was still away, had her depressed. He called several times from Boston, explaining the firm was involved in a bizarre product suit, but declined to elaborate. "I'll tell you more when I get back," he said. Finally, he said the firm was sending him home. "It's a strange case; you won't believe it. We dropped the suit today. I have some meetings tomorrow and then I'll be home Sunday. I can't wait to see you," As she said goodbye, she looked at her tube of Dream Cream and couldn't help wishing there was more of her to see. That night was the seventh night she applied the cream. When she awoke Saturday morning, nothing had happened. "It's not working," she sighed. "Maybe I should try it more than once today. " She smeared the cream on that morning, and again that night. She realized the second application caused a slight tingling sensation. That's new, she thought, and drifted off to sleep. She awoke with a start a few hours later. She felt strange, a little feverish, and her breasts hurt. Her breasts. She put her hands to her chest and realized her boobs were larger - much larger. She practically ran to the mirror in the bathroom, removed her suddenly tight-fitting nightgown and gasped. Her breasts were full, firm and heavy - D-cups at least, she thought, delighted. She was turning, admiring her new voluptuousness, when she realized with a start that her breasts were growing even as she watched. Her excitement quickly turned to concern. It seemed the rate of growth was, if anything, increasing. A tape measure from a little-used sewing kit confirmed it. She had been 32- 22-36 since she was in high school. Now, she was 42-22-36, and in minutes, 44-22-36. With a start, she remembered she had violated not one, but two of the cream instructions. Panicked, with her breasts swelling rapidly, she searched frantically for and finally found the phone number she'd used to order the cream. All she got was a recording: "You have reached a number that is not in service. Please check the listing and dial again, or ask your operator for assistance." "You bet I'll ask," she said a little grimly. But more than an hour on the phone with the operator, her supervisor and the supervisor's supervisor yielded only the information that no such 800 number had ever been in service and that there was no other listing for Fantasy Fulfillment, Inc. Her breasts had become enormous. Sarah rarely cried, but she did now. The burgeoning chest that seemed so exciting a short time earlier now seemed ludicrous. "How will I ever explain this to Michael?" she sobbed. She considered that and managed a sardonic smile. If he wants big boobs, he'll get big boobs, she thought. Calmed somewhat, she looked at her reflection and thought her explosive development might finally be slowing. A check with the tape measure confirmed it ... it didn't tell her how big she was, though. The 60-inch tape fell far short of reaching all the way around her gigantic boobs. Michael Morrison stopped for a moment before knocking on Sarah's apartment door, making sure the flowers in his hands looked okay. Finally, he knocked. When the door opened slowly, he stepped in to kiss Sarah and give her the flowers. Instead, he stood there, mouth agape. The flowers fell to the floor, forgotten. Sarah stood in front of him in a silk robe he'd once given her. As soon as he was through the door, she shrugged off the robe and gave him a vixenish smile. "Hi, lover," she said. "See anything you like?" Her whole upper body seemed to be breasts. She squeezed them together with her arms, then let them fall away in an earthquake of jiggling flesh. Her boobs seemed to explode from her rib cage, and while they hardly sagged, they very nearly reached to her navel. "Look all you want," she cooed. "I know you want to." She turned, giving him a profile view. Her boobs stuck out more than a foot in front of her, he thought. "I don't believe it," he said, finally. "It's ... incredible." She slowly completed the turn so he could see how much the massive orbs spilled out to her sides and were visible from the rear. Finally, she faced him again. "Don't just stand there," she said breathlessly. "Do something." She didn't have to ask twice; his hard-on was about to burst out of his pants. He put his arms around her as best he could, anyway - and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. As he practically tore his clothes off, she used both hands to heft one of the enormous melons, then turned it toward him as he climbed on the bed. He sucked on the large, thick nipple for a few moments, then she pulled his head into her seemingly bottomless cleavage. I may suffocate, he thought, but it would be worth it. Their sex was more than heated - it was urgent. It was as if she absolutely needed to be fucked endlessly, he would think later, and he was happy to oblige. At one point, he mounted her from behind as she kneeled in front of him on all fours. He reached around her to squeeze those incredible breasts, and found they reached all the way to the mattress beneath them. "Oh, god!" she cried as he handled her tits as best he could. "Harder! Squeeze them harder!" He kneaded them with increasing fervor and her breathing became more rapid. "Oh, yes!" she called out. "I'm coming!" Her whole body shook from the powerful orgasm. She rolled to her back. "Finally," she gasped, "I want to find out what it's like to have you fuck my tits." He straddled her waist and slid his throbbing organ between her boobs, where it vanished completely when she pressed the pillowy flesh together. "Oh, god, yes!" she half- screamed. The excitement of watching those huge bobbing boobs was too much for him and he came in an explosive orgasm of his own. Still, she wanted more. She was quickly on top of him, urging him to another erection. She then straddled his cock and frantically bucked and twisted atop him, her gigantic globes slapping against his chest and face. Eventually, they came together in yet another orgasm, one of incredible intensity. Once he recovered, he lay gently stroking one of the huge tits and laughed. "What's so funny?" she demanded. "Well," he said slowly, "I was going to tell you about the case I was working on in Boston, but I don't think it's necessary." "What do you mean?" "It had to do with a woman who brought some breast-enlarging cream, and wanted to sue the manufacturer because it made her, in her words, 'freakishly large.' But when she tried to find the company, it was as if it had never existed. Finally, she decided she didn't want to sue, anyway - she was having too much fun with her new boobs." "She was really big?" "To put it mildly. In her deposition, she said she was 5'1" and her measurements before she used the cream were 34-21-34." "And after?" "She's 58-21-34. And, she said, her sex drive has increased as dramatically - which most of the guys working on the case privately confirmed. It seemed she was taking on one of them every chance she had." She thought about that for a moment. "Were you around her much?" "Every day," he said. "That must have been hard for you.,, "Well, it certainly made me hard," he admitted. "Especially when she started coming on to me." "She didn't!" "Oh, yes, she did," he said. "But I turned her down. Even when she steered me into her bedroom and tore her dress off, I could only think of you - even if she did have the biggest boobs I'd ever seen." He paused. "Until now, that is. You make the poor girl look positively underdeveloped." She turned to face him, setting off another tit-quake between them. "You don't think I'm freakishly large, do you?" she asked. "Absolutely not," he said. "I think you're spectacularly, amazingly, wonderfully large." He began to play with one huge boob, and added, "For me, this is a dream come true." As she began to writhe with pleasure, a thought came to Sarah: maybe just once, Mom was wrong... maybe you can have everything. After that, she was moaning and gyrating too much to think of anything.