Her eyes lit up as she realized she was the bustiest woman in the room, and in that crowd, that was saying something.
Ever since some researchers--who had been derided in the media as using science for perverted ends--had created a bust enhancement pill treatment, celebrities' breasts had blossomed in size.
Of course, it was only a few at first. But they proved that audiences wanted to see women with huge boobs on screen, and soon every actress who wanted to command a large salary was shelling out for the expensive treatment. Aspiring actresses were stuck with trying to get modelling jobs or stage roles in order to be discovered, as only girls from rich families could afford the breasts to go straight to screen acting. Most stars underwent a few courses, which brought their breasts to being somewhere between the size of their heads and half again as large.
Jessica, on the other hand, had naturally blossomed during puberty, and she saw a few jealous glances as she let her own breasts, twice as large as her head, loose.
She put her token in a locker, put her finger on the scanner so it could record the print, stuffed her clothes inside, closed it, showered quickly and went out onto the beach.
James was already there, lying on his towel. She laid hers down next to his.
Her eyes went wide as she got her first good look at his penis. She'd been too horny the day before to notice, but now she saw that even flaccid, it was huge! She wondered, given that it was already by her estimation fifteen inches long, how it fit in her when he was erect. When he saw her, it quivered and began to become engorged.
She laid down on her front, loving the feel of her boobs against her towel. "Want to do my sunscreen, babe?"
"Sure, honey," he said as she heard him squirt some onto his hands. She relaxed as he massaged it into her soft skin, and rolled over halfway through. She didn't mind that he lingered a little on her breasts and crotch. He finished by rubbing a bit into the tip of her nose.
She returned the favour, quite deliberately paying more attention to his cock than she had to, feeling it come fully erect in her hands. She estimated it at two feet long. As she worked her way back up his torso, she whispered, "I can't wait for you to fuck me with that thing." She laid back down and relaxed.
The celebrities came out a few at a time, chatting amiably, but she noticed that there didn't seem to be anyone coming out of the men's room. She looked over at James.
"Yeah," he said, "there was nobody in there." He shrugged, clearly enjoying the view.
Jessica didn't mind him looking. She knew he was hers. He was a certified tit-man, and hers were the largest.
While she had been to Haya Beach before, she'd never been there when so many celebrities were around, and so hadn't realized just how much they enjoyed their time out of the spotlight. They were giggling like little girls, tossing beach balls back and forth, running into the water and splashing each other, and she could've sworn that in the middle of it all they were playing a huge game of Tag. Even the beach volleyball game was sometimes disrupted, as one of the players would be tagged--always on the breasts or the ass--and leave the game, the tagger taking her place.
Suddenly a beach ball came flying over and bounced off her left breast.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" said the woman running over to retrieve it. It was the lead actress from Jessica's favourite movie. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, thanks, I'm fine."
"Oh, good. I mean, I know how that would feel to me, and well, you, well..."
"I know," said Jessica dryly.
"Oh, good." Suddenly the woman reached down and hit Jessica on the boob. "You're It!" She sprinted off.
Jessica looked at James, who shrugged. His cock, still standing fully erect, had been drawing a few lustful stares. She got up and ran in pursuit of whoever she could get to.
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James smiled as he saw his girlfriend enjoying herself.
Naturally he'd been controlling everything that happened that day, from Jessica's promotion, to the lack of other men at the beach, and had on a whim decided that all celebrities should have massive boobs. He smiled. It was good to be all-powerful.
He grinned as he waved his hand in the general direction of the volleyball game. Suddenly every woman on the beach collapsed in orgasm and became too caught up in their own pleasure to notice what he did--not that they would have anyway, since he was changing reality around what he did. He moaned as he felt his changes overcome himself.
When they stood up and stretched, he was able to fully appreciate his handiwork.
Every A-list celebrity, and almost every B-list one, was at the beach, though he knew that the absent ones had also been altered to his desires. He wasn't sure if he would keep the changes, but he thought it would be interesting to try out.
He looked over at one of the women as she picked herself up. She was one of the least famous on the beach, and no wonder, given that she was only seven feet tall, had only ten arms, and only four breasts that were merely twice as large as her head. He figured she could only lift about a hundred tons with each arm before she had to strain. His eyes roamed further, finding one of the most famous around.
He smiled as he took in the sight of his handiwork. Eight breasts, each three times as large as each of her pair of heads, were carried easily on her eight-foot frame. He hadn't been very precise with his desires, but he figured she could probably lift ten thousand tons easily with each of her twenty arms. He did appreciate his mental changes, as her three pussies became wetter as she took in everyone else.
Of course, Jessica was his pride and joy. Unlike everyone else, he had given her a second body. He figured it was only fair, since he had one himself so that he could work in heaven full-time while also being with Jessica full-time, and now she could do her new job while also being with him. Not that he'd mind having both her bodies in bed.
Naturally he hadn't stopped with that. She towered a full foot over all the other women, with twelve breasts, each four times larger than each of her four heads, jutting out proudly in six rows. She used her forty arms as if she'd always had them--which she had, really--and her four pussies began to drip as she saw his own nine-foot body with its four fully erect three-foot cocks.
She was on him in almost the blink of an eye, hugging him with all her arms, each one capable of curling a million tons without her even feeling the weight.
"When we get home," she purred, "you'd better fuck me to sleep."
Just then, someone came up and tagged Jessica again. She turned, but James held her tight. He stroked her silky, shoulder-length black hair.
Suddenly it exploded from her scalp, quickly hitting the sand and continuing to lengthen. It fanned out rapidly toward all the other women.
At another thought from James, Jessica's hair began to writhe. As it overtook each woman, it quickly wrapped around each of them, covering them to their necks and holding them fast. Within seconds everyone else on the beach was held fast by his girlfriend's hair, and the sand was completely covered by it.
He smiled as he knew that Jessica knew how to use it, as evidenced by everyone on the beach beginning to moan as he knew she was using her hair to stimulate all their nipples and pussies. She brought some strands around to work on her own, and a few more to pleasure his four still-hard dicks. She knelt down just as he was on the brink of orgasm and swallowed his four loads whole.
As everyone on the beach reached orgasm yet again, Jessica retracted her hair into her scalp, leaving it at her preferred shoulder length, though she let a few strands dangle to tickle his softening cocks.
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