Endless Beauty

Lacy shook her beautiful head.
Strange daydream, she mused. I've never had a past like this.
Quiet on the contrary, Lacy's more-than-fair-share of being treated like some kind of a sexual-trophy from the earliest days of her adolescence had made sure she actually was still a virgin. She smiled weakly, a fact no one would ever believe, who took a look at her. Closing her dark eyes for a second she reflected on the symbolism of this thought. The society was coined by superficiality, this superficiality categorized a stunningly beautiful woman like Lacy, nullifying the possibility she could be single, virgin or intelligent.

“Are you ok?” a gentle voice interrupted Lacy’s thoughts.

Despite her dark mood she smiled: “Just daydreaming… and I thought it is your task to check if I’m ok!”
The blonde woman in front of her answered with a bright smile. Lacy’s doctor, Gisele Shepard, was a gentle and beautiful woman. She was also a big woman: Gisele was six foot two, with huge double D's, a slim waist, luscious hips and long and perfectly shaped legs. Even wide-cut of her doctor’s coat couldn’t hide the perfection of Gisele’s round, firm butt. But her best feature was her delicate, angelic face with vivid dark brown eyes and long, flowing blonde hair. Lacy had chosen Gisele as doctor, because she somehow felt that Gisele would understand her… Well, if she actually would find the courage to ask her, if she knew how it feels to be judged only by your beauty, instead of your personality and intelligence. Lacy inwardly taunted her shyness. Occasionally she and Giselle had met in their spare-time – in the opera, the museum. Lacy greatly enjoyed Gisele’s company. She was intelligent, thoughtful and fun to be with. Additionally she was so beautiful; she drew at least some attention from Lacy. And every guy less starring was a success in Lacy’s book.
Giselle checked Lacy’s file, oblivious to Lacy’s probing gaze. Lacy watched Gisele’s fingers angelic features - the slight raise of the blonde's brow, which betrayed her surprise – Lacy was captivated by Gisele's facial expression. Actually she knew why she couldn’t open herself to Gisele fully. She found herself attracted to the blonde doctor, but feared the feeling wasn’t mutual. Unwilling to risk that Gisele would be mad at her; she remained silent – playing the role of not-to-close friend. So sitting in front of the blonde - just wearing underwear – was quite a task for Lacy, who prayed silently that her body wouldn’t betray her, roused by Gisele’s touch and sight.
“Well, actually you’re in peak condition!” Gisele said and rose from her desk; her beautiful face marked by puzzlement. “But your observations were correct, Lacy! Every measurement in the file is obsolete, you are actually taller!”

Gisele approached the young scientist with her usual swaying strides. As she had feared, the subtle movement actually turned Lacy on - a sensation usually alien to her. But this time it was even more intense. The warmth filled Lacy’s body like molten pleasure. Between panic and arousal Lacy gasped loudly.
Her friend responded immediately, dashing forward Gisele gently placed her gloved hand on Lacy’s shoulder. “Lacy? What is it? Are you okay?” she asked calm and determined, while she studied Lacy with practiced professional routine.
Every muscle in Lacy’s body tensed and flexed involuntarily. The warmth intensified exponentially turning into heat, welling up from the very centre of Lacy. But despite all this, it actually felt good.

Lacy shook her head, as if trying to forget a bad dream. She sincerely hoped, she wouldn’t moan loudly: “I don’t know is happening. Actually ... mmmhmm... I feel kind of strange.
”
“Strange how?” Gisele’s angelic face displayed honest concern for a second.

Unwilling to moan again, Lacy struggled to speak clearly.
“It’s actually hard to describe. Incredibly… Hot… And somehow… somehow mhhhmm even the room looks different… God! Gisele, even you look different… Almost as though everything were getting....” Lacy trailed off, her eyes going wide, she couldn’t hold back in any longer. It was a feeling like coming into her pants the whole time; Gisele’s touch and looks not exactly helping to calm down. She moaned deeply.

Gisele had never experienced anything like this. She needed assistance and Lacy needed to be monitored thoroughly as soon as possible. The blonde doctor started to ask her friend what she had been about to say, when a detail caught her attention. Lacy wore a dark-red bra which for some reason, suddenly seemed to be too small. In fact, as she watched she could swear it was getting tighter, as if an invisible hand were pulling it taut against the generous abundance of Lacy’s breasts.

I need to lay her down, she thought. Quickly she wrapped her arms around Lacy’s torso, but then she froze. The inviting peaks of Lacy's bosom were beginning to visibly swell, her soft pillows rippling outward as a wave of growth washed over her. Lacy’s already large breasts were slowly becoming larger, heavier, two enormous, succulent orbs proudly protruding from Lacy’s chest. Even though her mind denied the possibility, Gisele was aware that orbs, several inches beneath the level of her chin at first, were rising. Lacy’s sweet-smelling –rose perfume, Lacy’s favourite flower- bust relentlessly climbed higher, and higher, until soon the blonde doctor felt the velvet flesh brush lightly against her throat. Suddenly the growing woman grabbed Gisele by the shoulders and pulled her into a tight embrace, her head resting between Lacy’s wondrous orbs. The growing scientist’s skin was hot against Gisele’s face, and she could clearly feel Lacy’s rapid pulse through the velvety softness of her bosom. Choosing to interpret the soft coo that Lacy emitted as one of surprise, Gisele gently tried to free herself from Lacy’s embrace, but failed.

“Mhhmmmm …forget it!” Lacy gently grabbed her by her hips, and lifted Gisele into the air.

“Lacy, wait! We need to get help! I don’t think, you’re yourself at” Gisele stammered.

“Shut up, you won’t leave me now” Lacy moaned, and then her lips were on her.

Gisele relaxed in Lacy’s grip, for all the frightening elements of the situation, the kiss was surprisingly gentle, almost loving. The growing woman’s touch was delicate despite her impressive size. By now, Lacy was well past seven feet tall, profoundly outmatched her underwear finally tore and fell off her. The dark haired beauties body was expanding in every direction, her legs elongating every passing second. Gisele was starting to feel increasingly dwarfed. Every inch of her alabaster skin was completely exposed to Gisele, and the remains of Lacy’s bra and panties lay in tatters on the floor. Lacy’s luscious enormous lips were silky and warm. She placed Gisele gently on her lap, the doctor standing on her sculpted thighs only a head taller than Lacy’s torso. The examination table groaned alarming under the increasing weight. Lacy’s large hands massaged Gisele’s back, stroked her long blonde hair. Now they were eye level again. A huge tongue slipped into the blonde’s mouth, slowly, tentatively, almost as if its owner was afraid of what the consequences might be.
The blonde doctor was unaware how accurate her ‘observation’ was. But she wouldn’t have care anyways. This was easily the best kiss of Gisele Shepard’s life. Giving in she started to caress Lacy’s growing torso.