This choice: "Let's look for some girls to join us!" • Go Back... Tim walked to the fence surrounding Dylan's back garden, grinning as he now stood comfortably above it. He looked around up and down the round and then spotted the perfect pair to join them in their growth fun.
Walking towards them were a pair of teenage girls and the one Tim's eyes lingered on was called Harper Jones. She was a girl of fifteen, stood at 5'4" and had a tremendous body for her age as she developed hard and early and, if word was to be believed, hadn't slowed down yet. While her height was average the rest of her body wasn't. She had perfectly smooth, lightly tanned skin, fiery copper hair that tumbled onto her shoulders and bright blue eyes that shone from her face. She also had the perfect hourglass figure, above average breasts and a tremendous lower body that was the wet dream of any male who favoured bottom-heavy girls. She had wide hips and thick thighs, both of which contributed to an abundantly hefty, though incredibly firm, pair of buttocks. The skintight jeans she was wearing now, as she neared Dylan's house, were stretched to their limit and a tiny part of her crack was showing above the straining belt, bulging proudly against its cloth prison.
Her sexual appetite seemed to match her generous body. She had several different fetishes, indulged in them as often as she could, and didn't hide any other than the more darker ones. One of the ones she kept hidden was her lust for corrupting younger boys. She had been Tim's babysitter for a short time, during which time she introduced him to soft pornography, talked to him about sex and masturbation, brought him to his first full erection with her hands through his clothing and had even let him touch one of her breasts under her top (as she often went bra-less). Harper's "sexual education" culminated in letting him watch her masturbate, which was one of Tim's favourite memories, watching as she climaxed on their living room sofa (though fully clothed). Harper had relished it, getting turned on simply by the fact that Tim was watching.
Before it went any further, however, Tim's parents caught her swearing in front of him and so stopped hiring her, though Tim tried to see her as often as he could. Harper was almost single-handedly responsible for Tim's early knowledge of smuttier things and he craved to know more, most of his masturbation centered around fantasies of Harper.
She was out with one of her closest friends and girlfriends, both girls fully comfortable with their sexuality and often bringing each other to heights of ecstasy. The second girl was called Joanna Fisher and actually shared a lot of Harper's fetishes (most likely because Harper had introduced them to her). Joanna was slimmer and taller than her friend, at about 5'8", though still pretty curvy in her own right, and had straight black hair with dark green eyes. She was wearing a tight black skirt with a blue blouse that complimented her body perfectly.
As Harper got close enough Tim called out.
"Hey, Harper! How're you doing?"
Harper smiled as she saw Tim though her expression grew more puzzled as she got closer and finally was one of amazement as she stood in front of him, clearly seeing his enlarged status and tattered clothing.
"What the fuck! What the hell happened to you?!" She asked incredulously, though she was more curious than surprised.
"I'll show you," Tim answered with a grin, indicating the garden gate.
Both girls stared in wonder at the two huge boys, both of their eyes lingering on their obvious erections in their torn shorts. Harper felt her arousal growing and Joanna felt herself getting a little warmer.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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