"What are you doing in my bedroom?" Brooke asked, voice buttery smooth.

Paul pushed the pain between his legs to the back of his mind. He stood up, with effort.

"I came to see what the hubbub was about. I heard you're the one shrunken men come to to make sure their plumbing still works." The cringeworthy line played well for the teenager. She smirked playfully.

Her head rose off the pillow, yanking her long hair out from under him like rug. He tumbled down to the bunched up sheets, warmed by her body heat.

"You heard right," she said, indifferent to his plight. She rolled out of bed and crossed the minefield of moving boxes in three graceful strides. She opened the door and stuck her head into the dark hallway to make sure there was no light coming from her dad's room. There wasn't.

She shut the door softly and slinked back to bed. She crawled onto the mattress and walked forward on her knees until Paul was directly below her crotch, the dark crease of her pussy showing through her booty shorts.

He held his ground bravely, but her immensity and sexy aura were unnerving. He reminded himself that she was putting on an act, that inside that bodacious body was an insecure little girl seeking his approval. Wits, don't fail me now, he thought.

She sat back on her haunches, giving him a modicum of breathing room. Her meaty thighs surrounded him like a gauntlet, his only escape route directly behind him, through the opening between her knees. But he had no intention of escaping.

"What now, Mr. Briggs?" she asked, holding out the proverbial reins.

He looked up at her striking countenance. "I dunno, it's up to you. I'm just a lowly guest," he said, yielding the reins right back to her.

"Well, I suppose the first thing we need to do is inspect your testicles, make sure Kim's strong legs didn't cause any long-term damage." She leered at him and carressed her silky thighs.

Paul grimaced. Brooke liked bringing up his emasculation for some reason. "I assure you, my testicles work just fine."

"Then demonstrate for me," she replied. "I've never seen a boy ejaculate before. I want to know what it looks like so whatever I do later on, I know I'm doing it right."

He pinched himself. Nope, he wasn't dreaming. He loosened his miniature trousers. "I'm gonna need some motivation."

"What kind of motivation?" She didn't wait for an answer; as soon as she asked, she knew. "Oh, I see." She inched her shirt up her soft, alabaster abdomen, pausing to gather the material under her bust. "I'll show you my boobs, and you'll jerk your little dick for me, is that the deal?"

"I want to see all of you naked," he countered greedily, because why not?

"Aren't my boobs enough?" she asked, flashing her doe eyes at him.

"Fine." Negotiations completed, he let his trousers fall to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. His penis jutted out proudly. "Your turn."

Brooke's head disappeared behind her swollen, 36F breasts. The stretched, white fabric slipped, millimeter by millimeter, over her underboob and pert, pink nipples. Time slowed down for Paul, whose hand involuntarily began stroking his cock. Her half moons waxed gibbous as the shirt, meeting little resistance, was raised off her now bare chest and over her head, and was discarded on the bed next to Paul like a deflated circus tent.

Such a gaudy display of femininity had never been seen before by man. Paul's eyes dilated as endorphins saturated his bloodstream and coursed his arteries. He stumbled backwards into Brooke's smooth, inner left thigh, continuing to work his hard prick in his right hand.

Knowing he was watching closely, she put on a show while he masturbated, lifting and squeezing her juicy melons. "Well," she said huskily, "am I mature, Mr. Briggs?"

"V-very."

"Are you sure you don't need more evidence?"

"N-no."

"Good." She basked in his lustful gaze. He was so small, so bowled over by her beauty. He made her feel all-powerful. "I don't think I'll catch up with Kim's big hooters, but I'm pretty happy with what I have to work with. Aren't you?"

"What?" It was difficult to follow everything she was saying, between ogling her fantastic breasts and trying to make himself come for the third time in as many hours.

"Aren't you happy with what I have?" she repeated.

"Oh, uh, yeah."

"All of this—" She shook her humongous tits; Paul swore they made shockwaves. "—happened in the last 2 months. Did you know that? Some of my friends who haven't seen me all summer think I got implants. I actually thought about getting them done before college. Not too big, of course. D cups, maybe. A respectable size. But I would have had to put buying a car on hold."

"I'm glad you waited."

"Me too! They're bigger than I could have dreamed. I was upset at first at how hard and firm they are, but that just means they'll stay perkier longer. Guys like that, don't they?"

"I do," Paul said. His concentration on her words came at his cock's expense. He regrettably softened.

"I knew you were a breast man, Mr. Briggs. That's why you went to Twin Peaks all those times to spy on my best friend in her sexy uniform. If I had these puppies at the start of the summer, I might have applied to work there, too. I could have bought two cars by the end of the summer from all the tips I made."

Paul believed it. He nodded dumbly.

"It's fate that we should meet at this particular time, don't you think?" she continued. "Here you are, smaller than you've ever been since you were conceived in your mother's womb, and here I am, on the tail end of a late growth spurt, sporting the biggest boobs you've ever seen up close."

She was too cocky for her own good. He decided to take her down a peg. "Well, second biggest," he corrected her.

Her nostrils flared. "Did Kim LOOK this big to you on your date?" As if it was necessary, she dropped her shoulders, propelling her full breasts towards him, stopping a few inches above his head.

He smiled inwardly. Only a child with Brooke's physical gifts would continue to fish for complements. She doesn't like that she's not as busty as Kim, he thought. There was a rivalry there. He filed this information in his memory bank for later use.

"So far, hers are still the biggest I've touched," he pointed out.

She sat up, taken aback by his moxy. "Oh, really?"

He pursed his lips and nodded. "Yours would easily be the biggest."

"Easily," she echoed, grinning impishly.

He wiped his forelock back, unable to hold back his enjoyment. How cool was this, openly discussing breast size with this horny 18 year-old? And at his scale, too, when everything was thousands of times more massive than usual. He was living a fantasy.

"Earlier you said you wouldn't mind if I touched them," he said.

"That's if we're on a date," she reminded him coyly.

"You've already shown me the goods. If this isn't a date, I'm left to conclude that you're easy."

She gasped in mock umbrage. "Well, a girl has to protect her reputation."

She straightened her legs behind her and lowered herself down onto her forearms. Her breasts floated over him like two Hindenbergs and impacted the bed behind him. Her pink nipples disappeared around her burgeoning swells.

"Enter at your own risk," she said. Her voice sounded far away.

He walked upright under the pale ceiling of her belly towards her shadowy cleavage. The space was narrow, but at no point did he have to duck or turn sideways. She was THAT big.

Once again, he was awestruck by where he was. This time he was standing under her chest, as opposed to standing on top of it. It made him respect her size all the more, knowing she could end his life by simply settling her weight onto the bed.

"Touch them," she purred. "Don't be afraid, Mr. Briggs. I promise I won't mangle your little balls like Kim did."

Why did she keep returning to his least favorite subject? "You couldn't. Your legs aren't that skinny, Brooke," he said.

"Oh, yes I could. There are other ways."

"Fortunately you're not like her."

"I could be, if you wanted me to."

What the hell does that mean? It can't be good, he thought. He put it out of his mind, as more pressing matters commanded his attention. He rested his palm on her unblemished skin. Her breast was solid and unyielding, indicative of its unsurpassed size—or his infinitesimal strength. Both, probably. He could feel it pulse in rhythm with her racing heart, which was working almost as fast and as hard as his.

"Look out!" she cried in a low voice. Paul snapped to attention. He saw Brooke's upside-down face peering through her cleavage. Suddenly a pink log entered the space and came to rest between his legs. It looked about 12 feet long and came up to mid-calf.

He jumped out of the way, then laughed at himself. It was the tampon!

"You looked a little lonely in there, so I gave you someone to play with," she said.

Paul kicked the plastic-wrapped tampon. Geez, if her vagina was this big, he could go spelunking in her underwear. His cock reacquired its hardness.

"Not as lonely as you think. I was just getting aquainted with the twins."

"Ooh, are they treating you nice?" she panted.

"So far."

"Don't make them angry. They can grind little men like you into dust." The words as they left her mouth had a profound effect on her because of the godlike strength they betokened. The power! It was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

She felt something tiny and insignificant banging away at her right breast. "Are you molesting my boobs, Mr. Briggs?"

Paul was thrashing his body against her, as if trying to burrow inside her, like a tick. He had no pithy comeback this time. Brooke's slammin' body was causing his IQ to plunge below room temperature.

"I can't help myself. They're perfect. I love them!"

"Aww, they love you, too." She scooted her elbows forward, allowing her chest to sink a little lower to the bed. Her breasts spread out and closed in on Paul from both sides, grasping his tiny body above the waist. He kicked his feet, which were still in contact with the bed, but no longer supported his weight. Her cleavage had him.

"Brooke, help!"

"It's all right, Mr. Briggs. My twins are returning your love. Isn't that adorable?"

"I can't breathe!"

"Oh dear, maybe you should come out of there, then." She shivered and closed her eyes. Her pussy never felt so empty. She needed to feel something, anything, inside her. But it wasn't time yet. She had to be patient. She had all night to carry out her lascivious plan.

Time was working against Paul. He could breathe fine after all. Not only was he rapidly losing his wits, he was rapidly losing his boner. He'd been at least semi-hard for the last 30 to 40 minutes. It wouldn't be long before blue balls set in.

"Come out of there, little one," Brooke encouraged.

If he was going to get out, he needed to pry these monstrous breasts apart to loosen their grip on him. He pushed at her right breast with all his might. It gave a little, but her left breast made up the difference. A double-team! He tried pushing her breast with one arm while twisting himself down and out of her cleavage, like a cork. It took a herculean effort and a couple of breathers, but he finally fell on his back onto the bed. He arm-crawled through her cleavage into the dim light of Brooke's bedroom.

As soon as he was free, she turned him on his back with her fingers. He could see her billboard-sized face and nothing else.

"I forgot to tell you my boobs like to play rough."

"No harm, no foul," he said. He melted under her steady glare. Her model-esque bone structure and puffy, pornstar lips at this close range was like looking straight into the sun. Damn, she's so—fucking—hot.

"Where'd your erection go, by the way?" she asked, noting his softness.

"I lost it in your breasts," he quipped.

"That's a strange place to lose an erection. Let's see if we can find it."

She flipped her hair forward over her shoulder, dragging her citrus-scented, blond tresses across his body. His sides tickled.

"See it anywhere?" she asked.

"Not yet."

She raised her long leg and turned her body so she faced away from him, her skinny, strawberry booty spanning her heels, with him lying prone between her feet.

She looked over her shoulder and gyrated her hips rapidly. Twerking, the kids called it. Her tight butt shook like it had a mind of its own, the white letters a blur. The bed trembled. She slowed down her movements and grinded her crotch over his legs, smearing him with sweet nectar from her dripping shorts.

"How about now?"

"Getting warmer." Hell, who was he kidding? She had him right where she wanted him.

"I think we found it," she said approvingly. His worn-out penis had come alive. She turned to face him again. She made a jerking motion with her fist. "Keep going, Mr. Briggs."

Paul touched his bright red penis. His arousal was undeniable, but so was the irritation of his overworked member.

She licked her fingers and played with her nipples while she watched him strain to bring himself off. "I was holding a lot back when I had you trapped in my cleavage, Mr. Briggs. Imagine if I wanted to keep you in there forever. Wouldn't that be nice? Of course, there's nothing an itsy bitsy man like you could do to stop it from happening."

He watched her pink bullets grow to the size of traffic cones. Her right breast touched down next to his body and her nipple poked him in the ribs. He reached for it with his free hand, but she retreated. Her left breast snuck up on him from the other side, nipple nudging his shoulder, moving up his neck, and tilting his chin up. Her teasing was incredible, but he wasn't even close to coming. He let go of his penis and yelled in frustration.

She pulled back. "What's the matter?"

"I'm chaffing," he moaned.

"What's that?"

"I need some lube. There's too much friction."

"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" She stuck out her tongue. A globule of saliva descended on a viscous string from the pink, writhing muscle and struck Paul in the chest. He cupped a handful of it and continued to work his member. Her warm spit felt refreshing on his sore shaft.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Does it always take you this long?"

"No. I jerked off in the crib before I came over, so my reserves are a little low," he boasted, pretending his lack of self-control wasn't as pathetic and shameful as it sounded.

"Aww, that's sweet. You couldn't wait until you saw me again, huh?"

That's one way of looking at it, he thought. "Yeah," he said.

"Well, how about this?" With a flick of a finger she knocked his hand off his throbbing penis. "You don't make yourself come anymore. From now on, I make you come."

"Sounds great, Brooke, but we only have—what, 6 hours together? Marybeth is taking me back to my apartment in the morning, and you're leaving town to go to college. How many times can you make me come between now and then?"

Challenge accepted, her expression said. She snatched him from the bed and lifted him, passing him over her crotch and belly and through her cleavage like he was an airship performing low-altitude maneuvers. His journey ended on top of her titanic right breast. On three sides her globe dropped towards the bed. The fourth side rose to meet the flat part of her upper chest, a vertical wall until it slanted back overhead to meet her prominent chin.

She bent her head forward and kissed his tiny body flat against her firm, young flesh. His hard-on sank into her plump bottom lip.

She lifted her head a fraction of an inch. One gorgeous green eye hovered over him. "I'll make you come as many times as I want, Mr. Briggs. Don't underestimate me." She blinked, and her blond eyelash swept over his chest like the bristles of a broom.

He smiled. "You can call me Paul."

"Okay, Mr. Paul," she replied. That's cute, he thought.

She resumed the kiss. He returned it inasmuch as he could. Her lips were twice as wide as his chest. She turned her head side to side, keeping him pinned to her breast with her mouth, but moving his erection into and out of the shallow groove between her lips. He humped her face, using up the last bit of her undried saliva to reach the edge of release. Just a few more seconds…

A knock came at the door. Brooke's head turned towards the noise, abandoning Paul as he thrusted desperately into lips that were no longer there. The door handle started to turn.

"Brooke, can I come in?" said a voice on the other side of the door. It was Andy!

"Just a second, Daddy," she called out.

She grabbed Paul off her breast and held him in her tight fist before her panic-stricken face. "He can't find you in here! It'll ruin everything. You have to hide," she whispered.

He laughed wryly, "So hide me."

She frowned and glanced around the room, trying to find a hiding spot for him. She wanted him out of sight, but also close by, so she could keep track of him. Because she wasn't done with him by a long shot.

The giant girl rolled onto her side and pulled on the elastic waistband of her booty shorts. She dropped him on her right hip, above her butt cheek.

"Make a sound and I'll pinch your little balls off," she said, and let the waistband snap back into place, plunging Paul into darkness.