A Blemish on the Curve, Chapter 29 (Complete) (Patreon)

Hey everyone!  It's finally here!  I've been working hard on this chapter all month, and I can happily say it's complete -- all whopping 16,000+ words of it, lol.  I can't wait for ya'll to read it!  Enjoy!! <3 <3   

The complete next chapter of "Emma's Growth Spurt" will be posted tomorrow night, so stay tuned for that as well <3 <3 

Chapter 29

Just over a month later, Brooke was sitting on the large, plush black couch that she and Lucas had bought the weekend before.  This couch, along with the accompanying lampstand, was one of the only pieces of furniture in the otherwise bare and spacious living room.  The only other furniture was a large entertainment center, which housed a flatscreen TV tuned to Brooke’s favorite romantic comedy show.  The newly-polished hardwood floors, extending far out on all sides, reflected the warm golden light emanating from the stylish chandelier above, and the elegant yet homely lamp beside the sofa.  These bare luxury hardwood floors, like the high industrial black ceilings, called out for decoration and enhancement – the same was true of the open kitchen beside the living room, which, though it was graced by a marble-countertop island, still managed to look spartan and unfinished.

The truth, though, was that the house was more or less brand new, fresh off the market – Lucas and Brooke had bought it only a week before, and hadn’t really even started moving all their things in yet.  The movers had stacked up their boxes in the corners of the kitchen, living room, and bedroom, and, given their busy work schedules, neither Lucas nor Brooke had felt like they had the energy to start unpacking yet.  Whenever they both got home, Brooke usually made herself dinner, like she had done tonight, with Lucas dawdling close by her, making small talk as he stared blatantly at her enormous H-cup tits.  Sometimes he even stood behind her, his 4-foot frame totally dwarfed by her 5’5 body, complete with some light curves that he had given her thanks to the Device, and fondled her big ass, and reached around and cupped her mammoth breasts.

“Heyyyy come on!” Brooke would giggle, knocking him backward with an effortless thrust of her ass against his chest, “You know that you can’t have your dinner before I have mine!”

And now that Brooke was lounging on their new black sofa, watching TV, her empty pasta bowl sitting on the lampstand, Lucas was nestled in, right where he was at this time, every night of the week: his little body was curled up in the fetal position, his sideways legs straddling Brooke’s fleshy stomach.  She had pulled her oversized t-shirt up so that her H-cups could breathe freely; they hung there side by side in their own glory, practically taking up her entire upper-half, and reaching down so low that they almost reached her lap.  And that’s precisely where Lucas was now – his head was buried in Brooke’s lap, his mouth latched tightly around the firm, erect nipple of Brooke’s right breast, suckling away to his heart’s content.

As Lucas sucked, Brooke lovingly stroked her fingers through his hair as she watched her favorite show.  She felt so lucky to have a boyfriend like Lucas – kind, considerate, waaaay smarter than her, of course, but always willing to help her through the more difficult parts of her job.  She was getting better at it every day, she knew she was…just the other day, Dave, the big boss, had smiled at her as he walked past her in the hall, giving her the ‘thumbs-up’ sign.  That must’ve meant she was doing alright at things, right!?  Though Ryan had seemed pretty stressed lately…maybe even annoyed at her?  She couldn’t really tell…and when she had taken the elevator with Rick the other day, he had given her this strange look, almost like he wanted to say something, but didn’t.  Was it because she was behind on the flow charts?

‘No, no, it’s the weekend!’ she reminded herself, tightening her hand slightly around Lucas’s little head and giving it a playful rub before resuming lacing her hands through his hair.  ‘Remember what Lucas said – leave work stuff at work!’

She hummed pleasantly, jostling herself a little deeper into the couch.  She felt Lucas’s body give way with hers, as he slid further into his lap.  Her nipple briefly popped out of his mouth, but his lips latched back around it almost instantly.

“Ooop!  It came out there for a second!” Brooke chuckled, “You got it?”

“Mhm,” Lucas mumbled, totally lost in the ecstasy of her milk.  It was all he could manage not to suckle on her glorious tits every minute at work, and it was only because of Brooke’s superior size and strength that it didn’t happen more often.  It wasn’t at all uncommon for her to push him away, giggling, while she was in the middle of a phone call or an email, with a “Not now, Lucas!  Haha laaaater!  When we get home!”

But when they were, in fact, home, Brooke had no affectations of modesty – or a nascent sense of professionalism – to worry about.  She was only too happy to bare her breasts for her precious little boyfriend, who obviously was very into her.  It made her feel wanted…and sexy…plus it also gave her this strange, wonderful sense of providing for him.  She wondered why Lucas had warned her not to talk about this aspect of their relationship with their co-workers.  As far as she was concerned, especially since it was a common practice among couples, she felt like she should be free to express how good it felt when he drank her milk.  But, as always deferring to him (he had the brains, after all!), she had kept it all a secret.

“Thaaaat’s it,” she whispered down at him, resuming lacing her hand through his hair.  “Drink me down, Lucas.  Fill your little tummy with my milk.  It’s been a long week, and you need to replenish your strength.  I want to make sure you’re aaaaall nice and full.”

“Mmrggyeah,” Lucas mouthed through her nipple, and he straddled her even more intently, shutting his eyes.  He felt her smooth breast flesh and the gentle pings of her erect areolae, as the all-encompassing heat of her body seemed to wrap around him, cloaking him in its gentle, loving embrace.  This is exactly where he wanted to be – it was bliss…but even still, he still couldn’t help but open one eye, every once in a while, to check on the device.  Never very far away from him, it was sitting on a sofa cushion, within reach.  Part of him wanted to grab the device, open up the “breast” tab, and just hold the growth button down, but thus far he had actually (in his mind, at least) done a pretty good job containing these kinds of impulses.  Like flashes of an addict’s cravings, they blazed up like fire, but often were gone within a few minutes, if he could force himself to wait them out.  He hadn’t grown her any taller; he hadn’t grown her breasts beyond their H-cups; he hadn’t even made her more intelligent…though strangely, the “intelligence” tab was the one he was most tempted to tamper with.  The memories of Brooke as smarter than him…then way smarter than him…and then…well, the surpassing goddess she had become – they nearly drove him wild with lust.  The knowing, dominant way she had looked at him, smiled at him, and the ravishing way her eyes had flashed at him…it was all almost too much to bear, even remembering it all.

But he wasn’t ready for any of that again – not by a longshot.  And so, during the past few weeks, he had managed to keep his urges at bay.  He wondered, though, somewhere in the back of his milk-addled mind, how long he could keep this resistance up before he crumbled again completely.  But just to remind himself that he was still in charge of the whole situation, he had kept Brooke’s breasts as H-cups, even though she was “only” 5’5.  Of course, from his perspective, she was huge, but her breast-to-body ratio was noteworthy – but even still, neither Brooke nor anyone else at work had commented on them.  Once again, reflecting the sheer power of the device, they all went on about their business as if things had always been this way.

A couple minutes later, Lucas felt his stomach becoming bloated; even though he knew Brooke had more to give him, he didn’t want to go to bed with too much in his stomach.  He had made that mistake a few nights ago – in the middle of sex, he had been forced to excuse himself to the bathroom to catch his breath and re-gather himself.  With Brooke bouncing her much-larger body on his cock (with her head thrown back with abandon, as she whispered “Yes!  Yessss!! Over and over), it was hard enough to keep himself together, but with a stomach full of milk, it was too overwhelming.  He had felt like he was going to pop in all different kinds of ways at once, and it hadn’t exactly been pleasant.

‘See?’ he thought to himself, unlatching his mouth from her nipple and snuggling up to the upper portion of her huge tit, ‘I’m learning…and I’m still totally in control.  I can decide when I’ve had enough.”  From his snuggling position, he glanced up at Brooke’s face.  She had become intent on her show; Lucas saw the reflections of the moving pictures in her green eyes.  They were still green, though not nearly as profoundly, piercingly green as before.  Lucas had toyed with the idea of making their color richer (it was an option on the device), but he hadn’t done it.  Even a small change like that felt dangerous to him.  There wasn’t much doubt in his mind that one small change would lead to another, and then a larger change, and then before he knew it, he would have totally lost control of the situation.  No – this time, he was determined to keep it all under wraps, and keep their relationship just as it was.  He liked it like this, and he knew Brooke did too.

“Jennifer – don’t you understand!?” pleaded a male character on the screen, “I love you just for you, you know??  Just as you are!  You didn’t need to get a boob job for me!”

“Aww Miiiike!” cried the female character, “You’re so sweet!  Although…I mean…don’t you like them?”

There was a pause, and Lucas heard Mike sigh: “Well, if this is how it’s gonna be from now on, I just think I could manage to tolerate them.”

Canned laughter followed, and Lucas felt Brooke’s flesh jiggle slightly against him.  She was giggling.

“Oh Mike, come onnnn,” Brooke laughed, shaking her head, “You like them!  Don’t pretend!”

Lucas was still looking up at Brooke’s face, and he was experiencing such a rushed mix of emotions that it was hard for him to pinpoint one in particular.  She really wasn’t too bright these days (he had kept her IQ at 81), and this showed in just about every facet of life, from her difficulty in grasping concepts at work to the kind of humor she enjoyed.  In just about every sense of the word, Lucas now thought of Brooke as “simple.”  And yet, despite her slower mind, and despite her toned-down features, it was still her.  It was Brooke.  Lucas had fallen for her a long time ago, and even though it had been an adjustment having to deal with this “scaled-back” Brooke, he couldn’t deny that he was still obsessed with her.  In love with her, even.  Sometimes he felt guilty about controlling her, lying to her, and otherwise keeping her in the dark about what was actually happening – and about what had happened before.  This guilt was exacerbated whenever her low IQ was particularly obvious at work, and he could see, on her face, the strain of her efforts to understand whatever was being thrown her way.  But he was glad to be there to help her through these situations.  He had learned to ride the feeling of guilt out, not unlike his method of dealing with the flashing urges to alter her mind and body with the device.

And anyway, the life they had together now was wonderful – he was happy, and she was happy.  What more could she want?  She had a cushy job at one of the leading software firms in the state…in the nation, really…and a loving boyfriend who was there to look out for her, to take care of her every need, and, of course, to give her the best sex she could ask for.  He warmed inside, smiling to himself as he remembered Brooke’s huge tits bouncing up and down the other night as she rode his dick.

‘She certainly seems pretty happy with things,’ Lucas thought to himself.  He was beginning to get excited about bedtime, and he could feel his cock starting to stir as he contemplated what they would do together once they turned out the lights.  ‘Maybe I’ll have her lie on her back tonight,’ he thought ambitiously, licking his lips without even realizing it, ‘And then I can give it to her good and watch her arch her neck and listen to her moan…maybe I can even suck on her nipple at the same time!  The way she sounds, when she’s moaning, and her tits are moving…’

“Mike is such a nice guy,” Brooke was saying to him, gently palming the back of his head with her hand as she shook it lightly, “Don’t you think so?”

“I…uhh, sure,” Lucas answered, not knowing the slightest thing about Mike despite having sat in front of the show all week long.  Brooke turned her head to the side and smiled down at him.  Lucas felt like there was a lump in his throat; he knew it was his imagination, but whenever Brooke looked straight at him like this, her eyes looked greener than they had before.

“Just.  Like.  You!” Brooke declared, scrunching up her nose at him as she tapped him on the forehead with her finger.

“It’s…it’s easy to be nice to you!” Lucas chuckled, trying to move his head away from Brooke’s teasing taps.  He caught up her free hand in his and interlaced fingers.  Her hand was huge compared to his, but despite the size difference, the way Lucas navigated the exchange showed that he was the one leading.  Whenever he took Brooke’s hand like this, she offered no resistance, and her mouth always opened a little as she blinked.  She loved it when they held hands.

“Because you’re such a sweetheart,” Lucas continued, squeezing her hand tightly as he looked up into her eyes.  These conversations felt the best to him, because they were absolutely pure and genuine.  “And you deserve to have someone who takes care of you.”

“A cute little guy to suck on my titties!” Brooke laughed, threading her other hand underneath the hefty weight of her free breast and jiggling it in his face.  Lucas’s eyes went wide in the midst of all the shaking flesh, and he very nearly leaned forward to latch onto that fat pink nipple nodding and bobbing in front of his mouth.  But he remembered his full stomach, and instead turned upward towards her mouth, rising up to a sitting position in her lap.  As Brooke saw his mouth approaching hers, she stopped laughing, blinked, and froze, her lips slightly open in thrilled expectation.  Lucas was going for her mouth in a purposefully-slow trajectory, and the closer their lips came together, the faster their hearts started beating.  He stopped when his lips were only inches away from hers and his eyes darted up to hers.  Her face was flushed red as she looked down at him, with her mouth still slightly open, waiting with bated breath for him to kiss her.  Electricity seemed to crackle in the space between their lips.

Brooke breathed out a short, quick exhale, as her H-cups rose and fell with increasing speed up against Lucas’s body.  He was rock-hard now, and felt his eyebrows crease together as he exhaled after her – he couldn’t keep her waiting, the next moment he went in for the kiss.  Brooke opened her mouth wider to receive him, and the softness of her lips overcame his as their mouths joined together.  Even though Lucas was directing the speed and intensity of the exchange, Brooke’s mouth and lips were just so much larger that they effortlessly seemed to absorb his.  She moaned out in soft, liquid passion, her eyebrows went up, and her eyes closed, the kiss deepening with every passing second.  Lucas kept his eyes open as they kissed, but with his lids drooped slightly, to savor the sight of Brooke lost in the midst of her passion.  He loved seeing her melt like this, and give herself to him.  He kissed even deeper, going at the interior of his mouth with his tongue, to which Brooke shyly reciprocated with her much-larger tongue.  She was still a bit self-conscious of “tongue kissing” on her end, since she had told Lucas that she had never really known what to actually do with her tongue, but he had reassured her that everything was okay, and that all she had to do was follow his lead.

“Mrrraauugh…Lucas…” Brooke whispered, engulfing both of his shoulders with her hands as she squeezed him and pulled him in closer to her.  Lucas still couldn’t get over how big her hands were compared to his little shoulders, and how they seemed like nothing more than tiny tennis balls in her grasp.  Right now, though, he was paying more attention to how active Brooke was behaving.  She usually just sat there and let him kiss her, as she breathed heavily in arousal, kissing him back.  But now she was actually pulling him into her, and her tongue was taking on a new role as well.  For the first time, instead of timidly running itself along his lower lip, Brooke’s tongue was beginning to explore the rest of his mouth, slowly at first, and then with increasing vigor.  She was moaning louder into him, as her tongue thrashed around inside his mouth, easily batting his tongue to the side every time, as she pulled him even tighter into him.

“I love you..” Brooke breathed into his mouth, and then went in even harder.  “I love you, mrrrghhh I love you…I…mrrrrggghh love you….”  Her huge breasts mashed around both sides of his body, and her left hand unclenched from his shoulder and splayed itself out below his neck, in between his shoulder blades,, easily covering half of his upper back.  Lucas could feel her body slowly pushing the air out of his lungs as she pulled him tighter and tighter into her body.  Her erect nipples were pressing hard into his lower stomach, to the point where it was almost painful.

“I lllllvvvv yyyu thhooo,” mumbled Lucas through her lips.  He hadn’t anticipated her getting so overtaken by her own desire, but he wasn’t complaining.  He just had to make sure that he kept his own arousal under control – he didn’t want to accidentally cum in his pants before they had sex in bed.  Squeezing his arms around her in response, he tried to reciprocate, as much as he could, the amorous intensity of her embrace.  This made Brooke even more excited, and she wrapped her arm around him completely, weighing him down and bending his body back as she thrust her tongue even deeper into his mouth.

Lucas closed his eyes.  He could almost pretend…almost…that this was the former Brooke, the one who took immense pleasure in dominating him, teasing him, pushing him to the edge over and over again.  Their current size difference made it so that, in these intense moments together, he could almost imagine that she was taking him, overpowering him, and driving him to the brink of orgasm without even touching his cock.  But in the midst of pretending, he couldn’t help but feel that same twinge of guilt – she had no memory of any of that, and couldn’t have known that he was imagining these things right now.  She was kissing him and only him, not some idealization or past version of him.  Her behavior and intentions were pure; his were not.  Everything he did was tainted by what had been before, by that device that peeked out at him from behind a pillow on the sofa.

Brooke moaned again, slightly easing up.  Had she sensed that she was a bit too much for him?  Lucas really couldn’t tell.  She transferred her hand from his back to his head, and she gently caressed it, running her fingers through his hair as she palmed the back of his skull.  Lucas felt himself melt again at her touch; the way she was behaving indicated that she was growing more physically confident in the relationship, and feeling less self-conscious about herself.  A second later, though, she made a little inadvertent hiccup sound, and froze.  Lucas knew what was happening – she didn’t know whether she had accidentally broken the sexual tension.  It was his turn now to lean in and kiss her deeper, as his hands dug into the soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts.

‘But I AM kissing her!’ he thought to himself as he shut his eyes again, taking in the warmth of her flesh all around him, and the sweet scent of her skin beginning to slightly sweat.  ‘I still love HER, even if she’s different than before.  I’m not living a lie at all – this is real.  It doesn’t even matter that she doesn’t remember what happened before.  All that’s important is what we’re doing right here, right now, the two of us, together.’

Brooke had started flicking her tongue against his, as her hand went through his hair.  Her other hand clasped over the breast he was kneading, covering his hand completely and pushing it deeper into the soft mass of her tit.  Lucas suddenly felt even more hyper-aware of the size of her body than usual, and, in the midst of her passion, she was manhandling him without even realizing it.  His eyes darted back up to hers, and saw that they were still closed, though enough of her bottom lids remained open for Lucas to see the whites of her eyes.  Then Brooke shifted and her eyelids fluttered upwards briefly, and Lucas still saw only the whites – her eyes were rolled back in her head.  Something inside him spasmed and broke, and he felt the base of his cock surge; he reached down and clamped his hand around the base of his dick, to keep himself from cumming.  At the same time, he tried pulling away from Brooke, laughing:

“Okay, ooookay, haha…easy now!”

Brooke abruptly opened her eyes and blinked, looking down at him in slight confusion.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.  “Did I mess up?”

“Noooo, no!” Lucas exclaimed, shaking his head energetically as he held both of her much-bigger hands in his, “Not at all!  Like…the opposite, haha!”

Brooke looked at him for a few seconds with her brow furrowed, but then she seemed to understand and her face relaxed into a smile.

“Ohhhh, so you mean you liked it…too much?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.  Lucas nodded.  Somehow, in these moments when they were being intimate, her slowness was actually a turn-on for him.  He couldn’t really understand why – if he had thought hard enough about it, he might have realized that it had something to do with Brooke being able to turn him on in ways that she didn’t even understand.  In his sex brain, her ignorance translated to “effortlessness,” and that was all he needed to get his submissive juices flowing.  But Lucas wasn’t in the habit of examining his own motivations too deeply, especially when they suggested that he wasn’t as “in charge” as he thought he was.

Brooke’s eyes squinted up affectionately as she giggled down at him.  Her face was still flushed from their make-out session, and her chest was still rising up and down faster than normal.  Lucas had already drank from them for over an hour tonight, but…those tits…the way they jiggled whenever Brooke breathed, or moved…he had to turn and look at the TV to try and distract himself.  Brooke did the same, following his lead.  The episode was finishing up – “Mike” and “Jennifer” were making out in the middle of a restaurant, not caring at all about the open-mouthed people who were staring at them.  The camera zoomed in on Jennifer’s fake breasts, and cut to the credits just as Mike started to fondle them.

“Awww that’s so cute!” Brooke exclaimed.  “Look at them, kissing just like we were!”

“Yeah, that’s…it’s very cute,” Lucas agreed.

“And Jennifer’s new boobs!” continued Brooke.  “Wow!  They really look big in that dress, huh?”

“Not nearly as big as yours,” replied Lucas automatically.  He had picked up the device, almost out of habit, and was flipping through it – not because he was intent on changing anything, of course.  Oh no, he was definitely not going to be doing that.  He had been on a good run and wasn’t planning on delving into that temptation anytime soon.  It was just fun for him to look at her stats, and to feel the smooth, well-crafted technology in his hands.  Everything about this device seemed to draw him in: the smooth, cool feel (which never even got warm when he had been using it continuously), the friendly blinking lights that seemed to redirect him wherever he was in the mood for (breasts, arms, IQ, freckles, eyes, hair color…), the soft little sounds and vibrations that emerged from the device when he turned it on or off, or when he switches the “pages” he was looking at.  Again, he hadn’t thought too deeply about the effect the device was having on him…maybe because he didn’t want to know.  But, bit by bit, he was falling under the device’s “spell,” if it could be called that.  Every sensory aspect of the surpassingly advanced technology hit him in just the right spot.  He wasn’t too far away from having an actual conversation with the device itself.

“Mine really are big, aren’t they?” Brooke asked, cupping her boobs in her hands and shaking them.  “Bigger than anyone’s in the office.”

“They’re amazing,” stated Lucas simply, glancing up briefly from the device at her tits before looking back down again.  He was feeling the urge now…spurred by the makeout, he really wanted to grow her tits bigger.  Just a cup size, maybe?  Just a bit larger?  His hand hovered over the “breasts” tab (which he found himself on, without remembering flipping to it), but he quickly whisked it away with his finger, swallowing the lump that had developed in his throat.  He had to stay strong; he was in charge…he was in control.

“What if we kissed like that?” Brooke blurted out suddenly, pointing at the TV.

“Huh?” Lucas asked blankly, staring up.  “Like what?”

“Like Jennifer and Mike!” smiled Brooke, “At the end of the episode!  They just started kissing each other in the middle of the restaurant, and they didn’t even care that people were staring!”

“Yeah, ehah, that’s pretty daring of them, isn’t it?” Lucas chuckled.  Internally, though, something was happening.  An image had shot up suddenly in his mind: a candlelit restaurant, having to move to a new table, a 20 out of 10 Brooke calmly shedding her jewelry onto the table because she was growing too big for it, her dress stretching, her thighs growing so big that they tilted up the table, her body seeming to swallow the chair she was in…and all the while, those brilliant green eyes flashing down at him sardonically, mocking him with her surpassing intelligence.  Her amused voice echoed in his head – ‘Are you a breast man, Lucas?’ – and then, even more intensely, the soft, cooing rush of her voice in his ear when she had lowered her breasts to him, and popped her nipple into his mouth in the restaurant: ‘Focus on me…focus on THESE.’

“I know I wouldn’t care!” Brooke declared happily, back in the present.  “I don’t like to be all touchy with you at work, because it’s…co-workers, you know?  Haha I still feel so self-conscious around them, because they’re all so nice and smart, and…I don’t want them to think I’m just slacking off all day, playing around with you!”

“W-Wouldn’t…want that,” Lucas muttered.  His hands were starting to shake slightly, holding the device.

“But at a restaurant!” Brooke finished, her eyes going wide with imagination, “It’s just a bunch of strangers!  Maybe they’d see us kiss and feel more relaxed around their date or husband or whoever.”

“I’m not s…uhm…well yeah, maybe they would,” agreed Lucas, figuring that he’d rather not discuss the nuances of that particular idea.  He suddenly found himself staring down at the “IQ” tab on the device.  An even stronger desire to slightly increase her intelligence swept over him.  But he wouldn’t do it – no, he would be strong.  The urge would pass.  But he couldn’t get that memory of Brooke out of his mind, at that restaurant with him so long ago, when she had demolished his ego in a way he didn’t even believe was possible.

Brooke sighed out happily and turned off the TV.  Lucas thanked his stars – going to bed was the best thing for him right now.  He could blow off all this tension in his mind with some glorious, boob-shaking sex with Brooke.  He was absolutely going to have her lay on her back this time.  He could already see them jiggling and gyrating as he plowed into her.  He might even be able to go twice tonight.

“Now for some ice cream!” Brooke smiled, lugging herself up off the sofa.  Lucas was always amazed at how easily she could move her body – she wasn’t just that much bigger than him.  She was that much stronger too.  But he was already pushing this thought aside, as he needed to assert his plans for the evening more directly.

“Aww, babe, why don’t we just go to bed?” he ventured.  “All that kissing…it…haha, it really got me amped up for something…if you know what I mean?”

He was already in the habit of making the obvious even more obvious to her, since she didn’t always know what he was implying.  But she needed no help this time, and shook her finger at him while shooting him a chastising grin.

“Now hold your horses, mister!” she laughed.  “I’m not even tired yet!  And I think I earned a bowl of mint chocolate chip after a long week!”

Lucas slumped into the sofa.  His desires were making him behave more infantile, and sometimes Brooke reacted to this kind of behavior by caving to him.  The truth was that he didn’t know how much longer he could last on the sofa with her before growing something with the device...or increasing her IQ.

“But Brooooke,” Lucas whined, “I’m tired!  Maybe we could…fool around a little in bed and then you could get your ice cream.”

“Noooo, no,” she giggled, putting her hands over her mouth, “The way we have sex, I’ll just pass out at the end, haha!  I’m soooo lucky!”

“Eheh,” Lucas smiled.

“So let’s save that for later,” Brooke continued, “And do something that gives us both some more energy.  Oooh!  I know!  A game!”

“Ugh, a gaaaame?” Lucas complained, smiling at her pitifully.

“Yes!” Brooke chirped.  “And since I fed you all episode tonight, I get to pick the game!”

“Ohh, fine, alright,” Lucas sighed, rolling his eyes.  He already knew what game she was going to pick; maybe if he thought hard enough he could somehow talk her out of it.  A moment later she had brought it out (from a shelf in the cabinet far out of his reach), her face smiling brightly down at him.

“It’s a Scrabble kind of night,” she declared, and put the box down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.  “Here, you get the game set up while I get myself some ice cream.  You want any?”

“Scrabble?” asked Lucas, unable to avoid another sigh, “Are you sure you don’t wanna play something else?”

“No!” laughed Brooke, “It’s my favorite game!  All those little tiles with the letters all over them…hahaha it’s soooo cute!”

“But all you –” began Lucas, but then he wisely decided to stop.  And anyway, Brooke had already waltzed into the kitchen to get her ice cream.  He had been about to say ‘But all you do is spell super-short words and I end up winning every time,’ but had thought better of it.  It was never really much fun playing with her, since she would get hung up for minutes on end, and end up spelling ‘dirt’ or ‘lamp,’ or, in one especially proud moment, ‘trucker.’  But Lucas invariably won, and he usually distracted himself by convincing Brooke to breastfeed him in between turns, provided of course that he didn’t look at her tiles.  But he knew that she wouldn’t let him suckle anymore tonight, and, in any case, he was full.

“Ice cream?” Brooke called from the kitchen.  She was digging what to Lucas looked like gigantic scoops of mint chocolate chip into a large bowl.

“No thanks, I’m…I’m full,” he replied, feeling a shiver of arousal just hearing himself say that out loud.  Most nights at home, Lucas was at least moderately turned-on the whole time he was with Brooke.  Her size, her behemoth breasts, and her mere presence were all more than enough to keep him aroused, but tonight, after a full suckling, after that amazing make-out session, he was feeling far hornier than usual.  The prospect of another game of Scrabble with Brooke was not his idea of a good time right now, especially since he had assumed that Brooke would simply acquiesce to his desire to go to bed and have sex.  She was usually excited about such a prospect, but apparently she wasn’t ready yet – Lucas could often predict her behavior, but Brooke was still independent enough to throw him a curveball every once in a while.  It made her that much more enthralling to Lucas, since it reminded him of how she had used to be.

“Oh-kay then!” Brooke trilled, bouncing back into the living room with her big bowl of mint chocolate chip perched in her palm (a feat he couldn’t hope to do at his size).  Lucas couldn’t stop staring at her body moving when she bounced on her feet like that – her tits bobbed and jiggled with every little movement she made, so when she started dancing around, they went insane.  But a moment later she had collapsed into a cross-legged position on the opposite side of the coffee table, putting her bowl of ice cream to the side, as she and Lucas both chose their 7 tiles from the bag.  Lucas picked his quickly, swiping up the first 7 tiles he touched.  He just wanted to get this game over as quickly as possible so they could make their way toward bed, but, as he expected, Brooke was a lot more deliberate with her process.  When she was choosing her tiles, she actually closed her eyes, taking time to rummage her hand around in the bag.

“You know that it doesn’t matter if you close your eyes or not, right?” Lucas asked, a bit of irritation creeping into his voice.  It was frustrating how aroused he was right now – he had expected its intensity to subside after a few minutes like it usually did, but, for whatever reason, tonight it just seemed to be getting stronger.  Everything Brooke did, from her silly little antics with the Scrabble bag (he could see the tendons in her forearm working) to her eating the spoonfulls of ice cream (he fixated on her pretty throat flexing and swallowing it all down), to her little squints of affection at him…it was all making him feel like a furnace inside.  And the way her breasts were just resting on the table, butting up against the board, with her nipples still obviously hard and erect, sticking out…he felt like this was going to be one long, exasperating game.

“Oooo, I already know my first word!” Brooke squealed happily, shimmying herself side to side as her breasts swayed seductively with her movements.

“Oh?” Lucas asked hollowly, “What’s that?”

Brooke carefully took two of her tiles and placed them in the center of the board, looking up happily at Lucas when she was done.

“As,” Lucas stated, deadpan.  “That’s your word?”

“I know it’s not much, but it’s a start!” Brooke laughed, shrugging.  “I know you’ll probably beat me, but I still just love playing this game so much!  All the cute tiles and everything…and I get to see all the big words you make!  It’s always so cool how you come up with them!”

“Aheh…yeah,” Lucas smiled, feeling sorry for her, being irritated by her, and wanting to impress her all at the same time.  “Well I’m glad, uhm…yes, I like playing this game with you too.”  His eyes had suddenly fallen on the device, which was in his lap.  He blinked at its screen, which was open to the “IQ” tab.  For a second he felt confused, since he hadn’t remembered bringing the device with him as he sat down on the floor by the coffee table.  But he shrugged it off, assuming that he just brought it with him mindlessly, like he did most of the time.  A dark green glow was softly flashing around the “IQ” logo at the top of the screen, and the right dial, the one which increased or decreased the chosen characteristic, was glowing a dark red.  Lucas felt a powerful temptation to turn the dial up…just a little.  But he quickly shook it off and decided to focus on his tiles.  He was going to end this game fast, and would impress Brooke along the way.  Fairly quickly, he felt himself warming to his task, as a slight sense of smugness came over him.  He had some good tiles to start off with – a “Q,” a “W,” and an “H,” and he already knew what he was going to do.  The next moment, he was putting down the “W” and “H,” turning Brooke’s “as” into “wash.”

“Wooooahhh!” Brooke exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she clapped her hands.  “Good one, Lucas!  Hahaha you’re already beating me!”

“Yep, well…you know, don’t sell yourself short,” Lucas replied, shrugging.  He quickly drew up two columns on a sheet of paper and tallied up their first two scores.  “It’s always harder to start the game, anyway.  You can take the lead this turn if you…you know.  Can find a bigger word.”

“I know, I’m trying to!” Brooke laughed, her eyes narrowed in concentration at her letters.  She spooned a large helping of green ice cream into her mouth as she pondered her next move.  Lucas watched her, feeling his sense of helplessness growing.  She was soooo sexy, and she had no idea – maddeningly, it was precisely her ignorance of her own true attraction to him that made her all the more irresistible.  Just the way she had absentmindedly spooned that ice cream into her mouth…and the way that she was thoughtfully sucking on it with her mouth closed, as her throat gently undulated every once in a while as she swallowed the melted contents down…it was almost getting to the point where Lucas didn’t care anymore about his own pride in his self-restraint, or in the implications for the future going forward.  That IQ dial was beginning to look unavoidable.  The way it was gently flashing at him, wordlessly urging ‘Turn me!  Turn me!’ indicated a far deeper and more unimaginable plan that Lucas could only begin to sniff at…and he could indeed feel the warning in his brain.

‘Stay strong,’ he thought, shutting his eyes, taking a deep breath in through his nose, and looking back up at Brooke.  ‘Just get through this game, and then you can go to bed and…get crazy.’  But that seemed a long way off, the way Brooke was deliberately taking every moment to pick the perfect word, and the longer she took, the more Lucas thought how much hotter she would be if he just…very slightly…turned up the dial of her intelligence.

“Okay, I’ve got it!” she asserted finally, taking two more tiles to spell the word “two” using the “w” in “wash.”  She placed the tiles down carefully, making sure that they were exactly inside the squares on the board, and then looked up at Lucas, beaming proudly.

“Very good!” Lucas nodded with exaggeration.  “That’s…a word right there!”

“I didn’t know how I was going to make a new word,” Brooke explained happily, as she stuck her hand into the bag to fish out two more tiles.  “It’s always so much harder when you have to use the words that are already on the board.  But then I saw that I had a “t” and an “o,” you know, and that’s already a word, but then I –”

“Oh yeah, you…you don’t have to explain, Brooke,” Lucas interrupted quickly, holding up his hand as he smiled at her.  “I get it, trust me.”

Brooke had paused with her mouth still open, and once again Lucas found himself feeling sorry for her.  She just looked so happy and innocent, and eager to interact with him…to share her joy with him.  He really didn’t just think of her as a sex object, did he?  Even though she wasn’t too bright, she still had plenty of personality, and after all, he enjoyed their life together as much as she did!  Why couldn’t he just relax and enjoy a little game of Scrabble with her?  Why did he need to be so eager to get her in bed so they could have sex?  It was going to happen eventually anyway, so he should be able to control himself for half an hour, right?

Brooke closed her mouth, blushing a little as she flashed Lucas an apologetic smile.

“Oops,” she murmured quietly, giggling at herself, “I was doing it again, wasn’t I?  Explaining things that you already know?”

“It’s…fine Brooke, really,” Lucas said, waving off her concern as he felt a rush of affection wash over him.  He suddenly reached out and took her hand, squeezing it lovingly a few times.  He felt strange to admit that the words that came out of his mouth next were perfectly genuine.  “I’m just happy to be here playing with you.”

Brooke melted at his words, and opened her lips again to exhale out a long “Awwwww!” She immediately took his hand in both of hers and began massaging it, caressing it, with slow, deliberate care.  Lucas quickly found himself wishing, although the shared affection was lovely, that he hadn’t grabbed her hand.  Because now he was being reminded, yet again, of how much bigger she was than him, and how easily she manhandled him.  One of her hands already swallowed his up, but two was ridiculous; and she was already moving to his lower wrist, wrapping her long, strong fingers easily all the way around it, massaging and kneading him, as she stared at him with those big, wide eyes of hers.  It didn’t matter that she was light years away from how she had looked before – Lucas could still see, deep in her eyes, a glimmer of what had been there.  And it made him even more desperate with lust.  The device was right there in his lap, with the gentle green light around the IQ dial winking at him over and over.

He turned back to his tiles, and Brooke laughed, releasing his hand.

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you go!” she giggled.  “Otherwise you’ll say I’m cheating trying to distract you!”

“Heh…yeah…” forced out Lucas.  She had no idea.  He looked back down at the device.  His head seemed to be moving on its own accord.

“Hey!  No looking at your phone!” Brooke scolded, pointing at the device.  “If I can’t cheat, neither can you!”

“I…wasn’t cheating, Brooke,” replied Lucas shakily.  Sometimes it was easy to forget that to Brooke, or anyone else, for that matter, the device looked like a smartphone.  He hadn’t even bothered to truly delve into the technological marvels that had made that possible, because, somewhere deep in his subconscious, he was afraid of the answer.  He much preferred benefitting off the technology itself, rather than critiquing its existence.

“I knowwww, I know,” she laughed, reaching out and giving him a playful shove with her finger (and Lucas had to brace himself against the sofa, since she didn’t fully understand her own strength), “I was just joking.  You don’t have to cheat to beat me.”

“No…I don’t,” Lucas agreed, staring hard at his letters.  He had suddenly found an excellent continuation, and reached for his tiles, slowly spelling out “rain” next to “wash.”  Brooke opened her mouth in an “O” shape, keeping it like that for several long seconds while Lucas smirked and wrote down his score.

“That’s amazing, Lucas!” Brooke laughed, finding her voice as she stared down at him across the table.  “You’re amazing!”  She leaned forward into the coffee table, so that her huge tits squished up even tighter than they had been before.  Lucas thought he heard the fabric of her top stretching, stretching, and he saw, quite unmistakably, that her nipples were completely erect, pushing through her bra and top to such an extent that he could make out the raised bumps of her areolae…and then he saw it – a small, dark stain had developed right in the middle of one of her nipples.  He looked to the other one, and saw another tiny dark stain.  Both stains were getting bigger with each passing second, to the point where they were each about an inch across.  She was lactating, and didn’t even realize it.  And she was just sitting there, delighted to be playing Scrabble, bouncing slightly on her big butt so that her massive breasts bobbed and jiggled with every slight movement.  He could feel the weight of their movement through the table.

“Well I…I just spell the words I see,” Lucas somehow managed to say, fumbling in the bag with one hand.  He was rock hard.  He didn’t care anymore about stopping himself.  He couldn’t sit here any longer with things the same; he felt like he would explode if he did.  The device winked up at him again.  And anyway, what was the harm?  It wasn’t like he was going to make it permanent!  He could always dial her intelligence back down if things got out of hand.  As always, he would be in control, of course.  He had been doing so well ever since…well, last time, when he had lost control.  This would be a nice way to test his progress.  Yes!  That was it!  A little test of his erotic stamina.  He needed to remind himself that he was in the driver’s seat, and that, despite the size difference, despite the breastfeeding, and despite Brooke’s obvious charm and hold over him, HE was the one who was really in charge.

Fully convinced now, Lucas ever so slightly turned the dial to the right.  The turning motion was smooth, with no clicks, and very quickly, Lucas saw the number go from 81 to 86…he turned it a bit more…88…and a tiny bit more…90.  He glanced up at Brooke, who was now intent on her letters; he didn’t see any outward change in her, and of course, why would he?  He wasn’t changing her appearance.  Still, though, he wanted a bit more payoff, and so he turned the dial a bit more, until it read “95.”  The knob glowed an even brighter green now, and vibrated slightly, almost like it was purring, thanking him for turning it.

“Huh,” said Brooke out loud, blinking a couple times as she leaned in on her hand, propping up her cheek.  Lucas watched her closely, already feeling himself getting even harder, despite being rock hard before.  He saw Brooke tilt her head slightly to the side, and observed how her eyes narrowed as she stared at her tiles.  He could already tell – something was different.  Something about the way she moved, the way her eyes moved…it was there.

‘This device is insane,’ he thought to himself, his heart pounding as he stared down at it in his lap.  He wanted to turn up the dial some more, but he would wait, of course…since, after all, he was in control, in charge.

“I’ve got a good one!” Brooke smiled, gathering her tiles and displaying them on the board.  Lucas leaned over to look, and saw that she had spelled “dorm” using the “r” in “rainwash.”  He pursed his lips and his eyebrows went up, nodding his head genuinely.

“That’s pretty good, pretty good,” he said encouragingly, tallying her score.  “Still behind me, but that’s respectable!”

“Ha!  I’ll take respectable!” laughed Brooke.  “Gosh, I think that was the first 4-letter word I spelled in a while!”

“Well, not to rain on your parade,” Lucas grinned, “Buuuut…”

He was feeling flush with confidence now, and the euphoria of his control (and of another confirmation that the device worked), made him feel almost giddy.  He could truly enjoy the game now, and with this added confidence, he felt like he could coast a little in the game.  The next moment he was putting down “eds,” using the “d” in Brooke’s “dorm.”  Brooke stared hard at the word, and her brow furrowed.

“Eds?” she asked, puzzled, looking up at him.  “What’s eds?”

“E…d…s,” smiled Lucas, pronouncing each letter individually.  “It’s an initialism, which is allowed in the game.”

“An…initialism?” asked Brooke, confused.  But then her eyes widened.  “Oh!  Haha I’m sorry, I see.”  She paused, still thinking.  “But…what does it stand for?”

“Oh Brooke,” teased Lucas, “You work for a major software company and you don’t know what “eds” stands for?”

“I…I’m not…” stammered Brooke, clearly trying to think hard about what it could be.  Lucas took pity on her, and privately chastised himself for ribbing her.

“It stands for “electronic data systems,”” said Lucas gently, thinking about reaching out to touch her hand, but then thinking better of it.  “And I was just playing around, it’s not a term that’s used that much, anyway.”

Brooke smiled at him, and returned to staring at her tiles, and Lucas used this as an opportunity to turn the dial again…to 100…and then…he couldn’t help himself…to 105.  Once again, the device buzzed lightly against his lap, directly against his cock, and Lucas had to shift himself slightly, to avoid being too intensely stimulated.  He almost had to laugh at the absurdity of the whole thing – was the device seriously turning itself into some kind of sex toy all of a sudden!?  Surely there was no way that it could have possibly been designed in a way that anticipated this exact scenario, with him totally erect, making surreptitious turns of the dial while it sat in his lap…

“You know,” piped up Brooke, “Speaking of initialisms, or acronyms, I think I’ve got the next word.”

Lucas watched her big body jiggle as she reached over the board and put down two tiles, using the “e” he had put down to form the term “els.”

“Aha!” he remarked, nodding at her.  “That works – good one!”

“I forget what it stands for,” Brooke chuckled, “But I know it’s a real term…wait…I think I remember…it’s liiiiike…yeah!  English as a second language!  That’s what it means!”

“Yep, you got it,” said Lucas, writing down her score before shaking his head ruefully and sighing.  “But I’ve gotta be honest, Brooke, you’ve got some catching up to do.”

“You little tease,” she huffed, pointing straight at his chest.  “Just because you’ve got a little edge on me doesn’t mean you should get so comfortable.  Just watch out!  I might be cooking up a big 7-letter word that’ll blow you out of the water.”

“Eheh, not likely,” Lucas replied, a little lamely.  Even though he had been the one to turn the dial, he was a bit taken aback by the sudden increase in both the speed and the clarity of Brooke’s mind.  She seemed to still be aware that there was an intellectual gap between them, albeit a small one, and her answer implied that she thought it was at least possible that she could beat him in the game.  He adjusted his sitting position again, putting the device down on the floor next to him, as he tried to find a position where his cock wasn’t pressing too painfully into his pants.  Just looking at Brooke’s face was nearly enough now to drive him over the edge.  He could just tell, from the way she was looking at the board, and from the way she was watching him, that she had gotten smarter.

Lucas had a sizable lead in the score, but now that Brooke was close to his own intelligence (what was he again?  120?  125?  He couldn’t remember), he felt pressure to maintain the lead.  A smile had broken out across her face as she looked at her tiles, indicating that she had found another word.  Realizing that he didn’t have anything good with his current tiles, he panicked a little, and limped through his turn by spelling “re” with the “e” Brooke had used for “els.”

Brooke stared hard at his word, looked back at her tiles, and then averted her eyes back up at Lucas, scrunching her nose into an exasperated “pouty” face as she crossed her arms over her big tits.  Lucas swallowed as he watched her boob flesh expand out over both sides of her arms; somehow they looked bigger, even though he knew they weren’t growing.

“You messed up my plan!” Brooke chastised, biting her lower lip as she re-focused on the board.  “Now I’ve gotta think of something else…it was a solid word too!”

Lucas was helplessly hooked by now.  There was no way around it; he was barreling ahead, though still reminding himself that he was in total control.  Glancing askance at the device down below, he carefully turned the dial to 110.  He watched carefully as Brooke thrust her jaw out slightly, and then brought it back in as she processed her thoughts.  She blinked a couple times rapidly and held up her finger.

“No…no wait,” she said, a serious expression on her face as she knit her brow in concentration, “I had it all wrong before!”  Her face broke into a wide smile, and she started laughing as she put her next word down.  “Hahaha I actually thought “pier” was spelled “peir,” but then I just remembered: “I” before “E” except after “C” and I was like duuuuhhh!”  She placed her tiles down, spelling “pier” using the “e” Lucas had just used, flashing Lucas a smirking smile when she was done as she put her hands on her hips and performed a little mocking jostle of her hips.  “Guess you actually just helped me out there, Lucas!  I think I’m catching up to you, huh?”

“I wouldn’t get so cocky,” Lucas replied, writing down Brooke’s score as he did his best to present a confident exterior.  “That’s a good word, but it’s still just 4 letters.”  He was actually getting a bit cocky himself, because he had just spotted, in his own tiles, a particularly impressive word.

“Oh yeah?” Brooke grinned challengingly, leaning into the table again so that her breasts pushed up against it, making them look even bigger, “Why don’t you show me how it’s done, then, mister?”

Lucas could tell that Brooke was already much more aware of the effect her breasts were having on him.  There was no question that her current pose was purposeful, that she had meant it as a teasing, taunting gesture to distract him.  A part of him already missed the innocent naivete of her “slower” self, and how her body attracted him in an entirely different way when she wasn’t aware of the effect she was having on him.  But it was becoming difficult for his thoughts to wander, now that Brooke’s more intelligent form was facing him down.  It made his new word all the more timely; he actually felt quite proud of himself.  Sighing with relish, taking care to milk the moment, he put down 5 tiles, using the “p” in Brooke’s “pier” to spell “pacify.”  Brooke reacted to each tile he put down, becoming more and more animated the longer the word grew.

“Oooohhh!” she breathed out, obviously impressed, as she gripped the coffee table hard with both hands.  “That’s a good one!  Guess you kinda made me eat my words, haha!”

“Well…I’ve been undefeated ever since we started playing, so…” Lucas remarked, shrugging, taking a bit of pride in writing down his most recent score, which put him comfortably back in the lead.  He felt especially good impressing a 110-IQ Brooke, which was another reminder to him that his own intelligence was significantly above average.  He leaned back into the sofa, feeling good, and thinking ‘Why not? Just a little more…’ as his eyes met the gently-flashing light of the device.  He saw, though, that the green light had morphed into a kind of dark, profound purple, an exceptionally rich and pretty color that he had to do a double-take to absorb.  For a second he felt a stab of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.  Why had the color changed?  Was there something wrong?  As he looked at it, he could tell that it was flashing now with a bit more urgency than before.

‘It’s telling me to keep going,’ he thought, amazed.  ‘It’s…goading me.’  But he closed his eyes and looked back up, blinking away the sight as he stared back across at Brooke, already busy with her next word.  There was just no way…no way the device could “know” what was going on.  It was just changing colors for fun, for variety, just as a fun little bit of flare from whoever had programmed it.  Probably Rick…it would be like Rick to include little stuff like that.

In the midst of these thoughts, Lucas was already reaching for the dial again.  Sure, he was playing a bit of a dangerous game now, but the device was so close to him – right next to him – and Brooke thought it was his phone.  There was literally zero danger in him losing control here.  He just wanted to see what it would be like if Brooke’s IQ was 120, or a bit less than his.  It would be more of a fun challenge to maintain his lead, even though he was confident that he could do it.  And so, as she carefully pondered her tiles, Lucas surreptitiously turned the knob ever so slightly to the right again, until the IQ number read “120.”

Brooke sighed out, and Lucas’s eyes snapped back up to her face.  She was staring at her tiles, tonguing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully.  Her nostrils expanded slightly as she took in another deep breath of air and let it out again pleasantly.

“Uh…you okay?” asked Lucas uncertainly.  Brooke looked over at him and nodded silently, smiling warmly at him before returning to her tiles.  Lucas wanted more of an explanation, more of a hint at what was going on inside of her head, and the more the silence endured, the more intrigued he became.  Even the way that the silence hung in the air was different now.  He could feel her brain working, and, looking closer at her face, he felt a hot, buzzing thrill through his body as he saw that her cheeks were flushed a rosy red.

“It’s just…it feels really nice,” said Brooke suddenly, still staring at her tiles.  “I feel a little less cloudy tonight.”

“Cloudy?” asked Lucas.  He was trying his best to sound casual, but it seemed to him that it must have been so obvious how hard he was staring at her face, how intently he was trying to read every minute movement in her lips and cheeks, and every fluctuating motion of her eyes.  She had been good-looking before, and even though he hadn’t done anything to alter her outward appearance, the quiet poise and gravity she had now gave her features a more dignified, elevated look that was driving him wild.  Her eyes found his, and he immediately blinked, initially unable to hold her stare without flinching.

“Yeah,” she answered happily, tilting her head slightly to the side as she regarded him.  “I’m remembering a lot more stuff from the office today…you know, all the stuff we worked on.”

“Oh no, don’t, uhh…don’t think about work!” Lucas urged.  “It’s the weekend!  Time to relax!.”

Brooke shrugged, her mouth twisting up into a contentedly dismissive smile.  “I don’t mind,” she said simply, and then gave one last look at her tiles before she eyed Lucas again, a competitive sparkle in her look.  “I actually just remembered a conversation Ryan and I had earlier,” she grinned, starting to grab some tiles from her rack.  “He’s Canadian, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” Lucas replied, a little unsteadily.  A flicker of jealousy touched him up inside – what was Ryan doing, chatting up his girlfriend?!  But this all passed away rather quickly when he saw that Brooke was adding on to the “two” she had spelled earlier in the game.  Placing down “onie” after the “two,” Brooke grinned down at him, sticking her tongue out and biting it suggestively, clearly pleased with herself.

“Twoonie!?” Lucas asked, feeling his heart sink a little.  Was the device malfunctioning?  “That’s not a word!”

“Oh it absolutely is,” Brooke replied immediately, rising up higher on her butt, so she towered above him even more.  “It’s an informal word for the Canadian two-dollar coin.  I just now remembered that Ryan had mentioned that word in passing, and I was like “huh!?” hahaha and then he explained it to me.”  She leaned over the board, her eyes going wide in pleasure from besting him.  “So there!”

Lucas opened and closed his mouth like a fish.  He was so aroused by Brooke’s quick response that for a few moments he couldn’t even speak.  But she was watching him closely, scrutinizing his reaction, and so he knew that he had to somehow play off his incredulous reaction without giving away how turned-on he was.

“Aha…so…using obscure Canadian terms now, are we?” he chuckled, finding his voice.  He was still confident that he could beat her; his I was a few points higher still, after all, right?

“Whatever it takes to win,” Brooke smiled, as her attention turned to the scorecard, and her smile became more devious.  “You better watch out – I started slow, but it looks like I’m gaining on you!”

Lucas was starting to touch himself through his pants, though he wasn’t yet committed to full-on stroking.  His face felt hot and flush with arousal, and he was finding it difficult to concentrate, but even still, he felt like he was in control of the situation.  At 120 IQ, Brooke would be a lot more likely to notice him straight-up jerking off in the middle of the game, but he felt like he needed some kind of stimulation.  The prospect of an intelligent Brooke sitting there before him, towering over him as she sat on her big ass, was almost too much to handle…almost.  Lucas glanced back down at the device.  The “120” number was stuck there, and, for the moment, the screen wasn’t doing anything noteworthy.  Before, it had been flashing and turning a bunch of colors, almost like it was urging him to act, but now it was static.  Lucas privately took this as a sign that it was probably a good idea not to keep turning up Brooke’s IQ.  Once her intelligence surpassed his, things could go downhill fast.

And now, content with keeping things as they were, and feeling a rush of pleasure at his ability to control the scenario, Lucas looked at the board, and then at his tiles, then back at the board again.  A smile crept across his face as he recognized a pattern in the tiles.

“What is it?” Brooke asked, her voice tinged with a humorous, foreboding nervousness.  “What’re you about to spell?”

“Oh nothing fancy,” Lucas sighed, feigning a casual attitude, as he gathered six of his seven tiles and began putting them down slowly, one by one.  “Just, you know…taking advantage of what I’ve been given, is all.”

As Brooke watched, biting her lower lip in a mixture of anxiety and wonder, Lucas confidently spelled out “onetime,” using the “i” in Brooke’s “twoonie.”  After Lucas was done, he sat there, folding his arms smugly across his chest, feeling strangely big in the face of Brooke’s amazement.  In the moment, it didn’t matter that she towered over him by over 6 inches when they were sitting down; it didn’t matter that her huge breasts were squished up against the coffee table, looking even more gigantic than usual; it didn’t matter that she was now almost as smart as he was.  He had just shown her that, despite all these things in her favor, Brooke still didn’t quite have the edge over him.  And, paradoxically, her superior size, her massive breasts, and her newly-acquired intelligence all made him feel even bigger, even more in control.

‘It’s a perfect word to spell,’ Lucas thought happily, tallying up his voluminous points from the big word, “Because screwing up and losing control was a “onetime” thing…hahaha I crack myself up…you can’t write this kind of shit!’

“Very…impressive,” Brooke muttered, finding her voice at last.  Her clothes tightened, and the fabric groaned out, as she leaned forward even harder into the table, concentrating intently on the board.

“Yeah?” Lucas asked coolly.  “You like that one?”

“Well…can’t say that I like it, exactly,” Brooke replied through her teeth as her eyes scanned her tiles.

“Hmm, well maybe think twice before giving me an opportunity like that,” Lucas chuckled, not caring that he was sounding pompous.  Brooke’s eyes flashed upward, giving him a “seriously?” look, and Lucas felt a bit of a cold shot go through his midsection.  He had briefly forgotten that her IQ was 120 now, not 80, and that she might be a bit more sensitive to his tendency to self-aggrandize.  Her eyes didn’t linger on him, but that quick, annoyed look had been enough to quiet him down for a bit.  Lucas mentally registered that the smarter Brooke got, the more competitive she became.  It was quite clear now that she was dead-set on winning the game, and wasn’t just playing for fun like she had been before.

After another 30 seconds or so, the intensity of Brooke’s concentration appeared to soften, and she inhaled a long breath through her nose, collecting a number of tiles, and putting them quickly down to spell “waken,” using the “n” from “twoonie.”  Lucas pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

“Huh, not bad, not bad,” he declared, walking the tightrope between sounding impressed and bored.  He found himself drawn again to her tits, which had relaxed and fallen down when Brooke leaned back from the coffee table.  They were just so…huge, so massive and weighty…how much did each of them weigh!?  He wondered how fast her milk replenished.

‘Pretty quick,’ he thought to himself, staring at her tits, unable to tear his eyes away from her big, fat, conspicuous nipples poking up through the fabric.  ‘She’s been full only a couple hours after…after feeding…me…’

His thoughts were interrupted by Brooke’s slanted, inclined head coming into view.  She had ducked her head down into his line of vision, and was waving her hand playfully in front of her tits, like she was trying to break him out of a trance.

“Um, hello?” she inquired playfully.  “Hate to interrupt, but we’ve got a close game of Scrabble to finish here!”

“Uhh, yeah…sorry,” Lucas mumbled, embarrassed and discombobulated by his momentary lapse in concentration.  “I was just, um…just thinking…”

“Just thinking about these biiigggg heavy babies here?” Brooke teased, taking a breast in each hand and bouncing them juicily at him from across the table.  It was absurd how gigantic her breasts were, even compared to her own hands, which were much bigger than Lucas’s – the tit flesh hung way over her cupping palms, to the extent that her hands themselves disappeared beneath the smooth rolling weight of her boobs as she shook them at him.  Lucas felt his heart rate starting to increase again, and his eyes darted helplessly up to Brooke’s.  She met his stare, and her eyes widened, filling with confidence and strength.  Lucas felt his insides drop a little; she was basically as smart as he was right now, and she was using her intelligence to tease him, to toy with him, because it helped distract him from the game, and also (it was obvious) because she enjoyed it.

Lucas tore his eyes away from hers and ventured a glance down at the device.  The “120” number had started gently pulsating on the screen, getting bigger and then smaller, bigger then smaller…Lucas had to do a double-take just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.  It was almost like the device was telling him to act now, to increase her IQ…otherwise his “time” would run out.

‘That doesn’t even make any sense!’ he thought to himself, staring hard at the gently-pulsating number.  ‘Why is it doing that!?’

“Hey!” Brooke exclaimed, pointing across the table at him.  “No peeking at your phone!”

“I’m…not!” Lucas stammered out, snapping his eyes back up from the device.  At this point he knew that Brooke had no idea that his “phone” was actually a disguised piece of unprecedentedly powerful technology, but even still, whenever she caught him looking at it, he felt a bit of an unpleasant jolt.  The thought of having his secret compromised was unbearable.  And anyway, he didn’t want her to think that he was cheating at the game – he wanted her to feel like he had legitimately beaten her.  His eyes swung nervously to the scoresheet; how many points was he up by now?

“Getting a little antsy?” Brooke grinned at him from across the table, bouncing her eyebrows up and down as she slowly gyrated her shoulders from side to side, showing off her giant tits.  “Every turn I’m getting a little closer to you – you started out strong, but you’re fading fast!”

“Well I…maybe it looks like that,” Lucas countered, scanning his tiles for something good, “But maybe I’m just…you know, letting you catch up.  Giving you a false sense of hope.”

Brooke’s eyes got wider as she leaned in across the coffee table, squishing her breasts even harder into the wood.  She looked genuinely annoyed.  “Well you better not be going easy on me,” she said forcefully, jabbing a long finger at him.  “If you are, you’re gonna get your little butt whipped!”

“Heheh…little…butt,” Lucas muttered, chuckling a little to himself as he looked back down at his tiles.

“What, you’ve got an issue with that?” Brooke continued, her annoyance dissipating and replaced by her typical flirty playfulness.  “Your butt is tiiiiiny, Lucas!”  She abruptly got up on her knees, turned around, and stuck her big ass out towards him, giving it a hearty smack, sending it rippling and gyrating for several seconds afterward.

“Now that!” Brooke laughed, turning back around towards him and sinking down into a sitting position, high above him, “That’s an ass!”

Lucas could feel himself about to lose it again; she was just so effortlessly hot, so vibrant, so…huge…that it was difficult to think straight.  He managed a lame, halfhearted “Heh, whatever you say, Brooke,” before taking the easy way out and spelling “wakeners,” tacking an “ers” onto Brooke’s previous word.  She blinked down at the new word and looked down at him, lolling her head to the side in obvious irritation.

“Really?” she deadpanned.  “That’s what we’re doing now?  Piggybacking onto my words?”

“Hey, it’s part of the game!” Lucas replied defiantly, writing down his score and crossing his arms over his chest, trying and failing to feel big in her midst.  “Maybe you’re just worried that I’m getting too far ahead.”

Brooke pursed her lips, turned her head to the side, and looked back down at her titles, evidently more determined to prove him wrong than to utter some clever retort.  As Lucas watched her think, he felt a gentle buzzing in his lap.  Trying to exhale as calmly as possible, he looked down, and saw that the “120” number  was pulsating even faster, and had turned an alluring, deep violet.  The whole device was gently buzzing in his lap, directly over his cock.  He opened his mouth slightly, feeling the searing tide of lust beginning to wash over him again.  How did it know!?  How did the device seem to know exactly what he wanted??  Giving Brooke a little glance, just to make sure she wasn’t watching, he reached down a trembling hand and picked the device up, having the strange urge to feel its smooth edges as a kind of comfort.  When he held it, though, it didn’t seem to be vibrating at all.  Had it just stopped?  He put it back down in his lap.  Nothing.  Had he just imagined the vibration?  Was he really starting to lose his mind!?

‘Come on, chill out,’ he thought to himself, looking back at Brooke, who was staring blankly at her tiles.  ‘You’ve got this – you’re just imagining these things because you’re over-excited.  I mean, who wouldn’t be!?  You’re doing pretty well, considering the power you have.  You’re in control…you’re in control…’

As he thought to himself, he reached his hand down and, very carefully, turned up the dial again…122, 124…126…130.  He could feel his heart hammering away in his chest, and he looked back up to Brooke again.  She was now officially smarter than him, if only by a few IQ points.  But already, the 10-point difference seemed to be working, because she was now smiling smugly at her tiles.

“You think you’re too far ahead?” Brooke quipped, arching a challenging eyebrow his way before collecting her tiles and laying them out.  “Well, I would like to” –  and she spelled out “rebut” using the “r” from “wakeners” and the “e” from “onetime” – “your claim!”

Lucas stared at the word, obviously impressed, as he wrote down her score.  He was still ahead, but she was definitely closing the gap now.

“No reply?” Brooke teased, biting her tongue sexily.  “No clever comebacks?”

“I’d, uhm…prefer to spend my energy trying to actually win,” Lucas replied, looking at his tiles with an impending sense of panic.  “Not score cheap points that aren’t counted in the score.”

“Oh come on, seriously, Lucas!?” Brooke complained, gaping at him with an open-mouthed smile.  She leaned forward into the table, resting on her bare arms, as her tits squished over them.  “That was sooooo lame!”

Lucas winced inwardly, knowing that she was right.  The 80-IQ Brooke wouldn’t have known, though – she might’ve even laughed and praised him for being clever.  He couldn’t help but wonder that being around a low-IQ girlfriend had blunted his wit, and inflated his perception of his own intelligence.  But he had to somehow put that behind him and find a good word to match Brooke.  He glanced up at her nervously, and saw that she was still staring at him, her eyes wide, matching her incredulous smile.

“What?” he asked, annoyed.

“I just…you actually thought that was clever, didn’t you?” Brooke giggled.  Lucas looked away from her, feeling his face beginning to burn with embarrassment.  Even though he knew that Brooke wasn’t growing, it felt like she had gained a full foot in the past minute, dwarfing him even more.  Her presence across the table seemed twice as intimidating, now that he knew she was smarter than him.

‘But we’re basically the same!’ he reminded himself.  ‘She’s only a few points higher – that’s nothing!’  He quickly remembered that he could spell more than one word on a turn, and, feeling his confidence grow, he realized that he could actually spell four words at the same time with his current tiles.  “Oot” seemed to be pushing it, but he remembered, from a previous game of Scrabble, that it was a legitimate word…something about it being some Scottish word that was still technically English.  Making a conscious effort to appear nonchalant, he put four tiles down, spelling “woo” and “ant” from “awakeners” and “onetime,” and then tacking on “oot” and “on” at the end.  Brooke’s smile widened with each word, and then when he was finally done, she nodded her head slowly, licking her lips as she stared at the board.  Lucas was sitting back against the couch, feeling like his lead was unassailable now.

“Well,” Brooke began with a dry humor that disguised how much she was enjoying the competition, “I guess four tiny words equals one big word.”  She cocked her head to the side, her eyes sparkling mischievously.  “Rather appropriate for a little guy like you, huh?”  She sat up straighter, and Lucas was again struck by how much taller and bigger she was than him, even with them sitting on the floor like this.  Fully aware of the effect her body was having on him now, Brooke put her hands on her thick hips and shimmied her torso side to side, so that her H-cup tits jiggled and danced crazily before his eyes.  Lucas felt a powerful urge to grab them, to sink his hands into their soft, pillowy flesh, to bury his face in them, to latch his lips around her fat nipple again.  Were her nipples hard?  Her breasts were gyrating so quickly that he couldn’t tell…and they were out of reach across the coffee table.  He would’ve had to make his intentions painfully obvious, and, at her current intelligence, Brooke would’ve rebuffed his advances until the game was over.  His only option was to play on…to play…on…

“Hahaha oh my GOD, you’re soooo easy!” Brooke laughed, arresting the crazy side-to-side movement of her breasts with her hands, cupping them and bouncing them lightly, teasingly, up and down.  “All I gotta do is shake my tits and you start going cross-eyed!”

“I was just…just…uhhh…” he stuttered.  With every passing second, it was becoming more and more obvious that Brooke was quickly gaining the upper hand in their verbal exchange.  Did it really make that much of a difference that she was 5 IQ points higher!?

“Relax,” Brooke giggled, letting her breasts back down onto the coffee table with a decisive thud.  “I’m only teasing you.  Just trying to gain that edge…even though I probably don’t even need it, considering the trajectory of this game.”

“Oh well, I’d love to see your next word, then,” Lucas replied, trying to recover and save face.  The device was vibrating against his hard cock again, and as soon as he glanced down at it, the vibration stopped.  He stared off briefly into space, blinking, trying to figure out if he was really just imagining all the device’s little quirks.  It was like the technology knew exactly what he was doing…like it was spying on him.  If he hadn’t been so turned-on, Lucas might have been creeped out.  As it was, though, as Brooke pondered her next move, he found himself turning the dial up some more.  130 wasn’t enough of a challenge, apparently, since he was still fully in the lead.  He needed her IQ even higher, just to see…just to see how he could match up against her.

135…140…145…

His heart was starting to beat faster again, and his breathing was starting to come in short, shallow bursts.  The mere thought of her now being 20 whole IQ points higher was unbelievably arousing, and somehow made her big, sexy body that much more alluring to him.  He darted his eyes up cautiously, just to make sure that she wasn’t catching him checking his “phone” again.  But Brooke didn’t appear to be paying attention to him; instead, she was staring thoughtfully at her tiles, with her eyes periodically going back and forth to the board, checking her options.  Her right finger had started absently drawing a little circle around her right nipple – it didn’t seem like she was doing it on purpose, but Lucas couldn’t be sure.  It just seemed like an absentminded movement that she was performing while deep in thought.  Lucas could see the right nipple clearly now; it was getting hard.

“You know,” Brooke mused casually, “This game really is pretty simple, when you think about it.”

She quickly spelled “ting,” using the “t” from rebut.  Lucas felt another quick stab of disappointment that briefly interrupted his lustful reverie.

“Ting?” he asked doubtfully.  “Come on, is that actually a word?”

“Of course!” laughed Brooke.  “It’s actually two words, both a noun and a verb – it’s a sharp, clear ringing sound, and then the verb form of the noun.”

“Huh,” pondered Lucas, still disappointed, as he wrote down her score.  “Well, I mean…it’s a word, I guess.  Not a very long word.”

“Oh you say that now,” Brooke grinned, her big, beautiful eyes going wide again and staring deep into his, “But maybe I’m getting ready for a biiiiggg word on down the road.”

“I mean, as long as I don’t mess it up!” Lucas countered.  150…155…160…..it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide his arousal, and also to conceal what he was doing with the device under the coffee table.  He was sure his face was noticeably red at this point.  His cock was pressing hard into his pants, and he felt a powerful desire to start stroking himself.

“Mmmm, but maybe your idea of messing me up is actually part of my idea,” Brooke replied immediately, leaning forward slowly into the table so that her breasts looked even huger.  Lucas glanced down, and turned the dial up to 170 before coughing and looking back up at his tiles.  He couldn’t avoid feeling Brooke’s eyes on him; he looked up and saw that she was still leaning forward into the table, her eyes carefully studying his face.  For a second he felt a jolt of panic – she knew about the device!  But as her silent gaze continued to hold him, her calm, steady eyes on his face didn’t seem to indicate that she knew anything about the technology.  Instead, they just seemed to be piercing him, penetrating him…like she was gathering information about him for unknown ends.  Slowly, her tongue came out, and she barely, almost unnoticeably, licked her top lip.  Lucas couldn’t stare at her face anymore – she was just as pretty as before, a solid “7,” but she was just…too smart…there was too much intelligence behind her eyes for him to be comfortable with.  He was afraid that, if she stared any longer into his eyes, she’d start to read his mind.  His eyes went down to her breasts, and he saw, with another searing streak of arousal, that both of her nipples were now visibly erect.

“I think it’s your turn, Lucas,” came Brooke’s voice above him, dryly amused.  He couldn’t even bring himself to look back up at her.  Coughing to hide the noise, he unzipped his pants and started stroking himself…175…180…at this point he was so aroused that he had to try hard to focus his vision; at first glance, his tiles were blurry.  The prospect of finding any big word was tough to imagine now, but it occurred to him that he could just try and spell a few more words at once, to maximize his chances of screwing up Brooke’s plans.  Still not daring to look back up at Brooke, he concentrated hard on his tiles, finally arriving at “hen,” which he spelled from “eds,” and “no,” using the “n” from “hen” and the “o” from the “dorm” that Brooke had spelled…how long ago had that been!?  15 minutes!?  It felt like ages ago…a different life.  Lucas felt his insides shift uncomfortably from the sheer roller-coaster effect of this crazy device.

“Oooo, is the strategy working?” Brooke teased, instantly putting down only two tiles, spelling “ut” and “um” with the “m” from “dorm.”  Lucas stared down at the two short words Brooke had just spelled, not understanding her excited sarcasm.  What she had just spelled had no immediate connection to what he had just spelled – what was she talking about!?

“It…appears to be, yeah,” Lucas said slowly.  He looked up at Brooke, instantly feeling any remaining sense of power drain from his head.  The way she was looking at him…it was like she was toying with him, taking pleasure in watching his responses, which she had already anticipated.  He exhaled, and stroked himself a little harder under the table.  185…190…but he knew that he had to somehow keep the banter going, and so he tried to muster up his best wryly humorous tone, and quipped: “Ut, Brooke?  Is that really what we’re doing here?  Spelling grunt noises?”

Brooke placed her hand over her face, and Lucas could tell by the way her face was perceptibly shaking, and getting slightly red, that she was stifling quite a hefty laugh…but not, presumably, from what he had said alone.  He felt himself getting nervous again.  What was she really laughing at?  But the next moment, she had swept her hand away, and her demeanor was at least partially contained.

“Oh no, no, “ut” is actually a very interesting little word –” she began, but Lucas cut her off.

“I’m sure it is, I’m sure it is,” he interrupted, shaking his head and holding up his free hand.  He had been going to add more, but Brooke was playing with her breasts again, and so he trailed off with his mouth still slightly open.

“It’s actually a syllable used for the first note in the diatonic scale,” Brooke hummed sweetly, gently squeezing her breasts, one after the other, as she bounced them playfully in her hands.  “In an early solmization system, that was actually later replaced by do…you know, do re mi fa so la ti?”  Her voice raised in pitch as she went up the scale, and she lifted up her breasts along with her voice, until the final “ti,” when she held them aloft before letting them smack down hard on the table, though not hard enough to mess up the board.  Lucas felt the vibration go through the table again, the time much more intensely, and he nearly shot his load right then and there.  The intensity of Brooke’s eyes on him…he could feel it…and her smile, her knowing smile.  She knew that she had him wrapped around her little finger – she just knew it.  But she still didn’t know about the device, Lucas reminded himself, as he glanced down at it, turning the dial to 195…and then 200.  200.  She was more than a genius now, so much more.  He tried glancing up at her face to gauge what this kind of intelligence looked like on her, but he couldn’t immediately tell anything.  She was looking at her tiles, again going back and forth between them and the board.  Her nipples were even more erect now, looking like they were about to pop out of her top, pressing so hard into it that Lucas could actually see the bumps of her areolae.

“I wish I could hold more than 7 letters at once,” Brooke chuckled, biting her lower lip.  “There are just so many options…soooo many…”

“Alright, alright, don’t rub it in,” said Lucas thickly, his voice sounding like it was coming from a hundred miles away.  He was just going through the motions now, and, seeing no other good choices for himself, he attached a “y” onto the “e” in “pier,” figuring that at least it was a “y” word, so it would score high enough.  Unexpectedly, Brooke made no comment.  Lucas had anticipated some kind of witty remark, or a gentle chastisement, or…something.  But she just continued to sit there, her face slightly flushed, her nipples erect, her cleavage pouring out of her top onto the table, as she pondered, deep in thought.

Lucas glanced down again to the device.  The “200” was in bright red, flashing up at him like some kind of warning sign.  But even still, Lucas wasn’t quite done.  He’d go a little further…just a little…maybe 205 or 208 or something like that.  With his cock in his other hand, he reached his free hand down (which was slightly shaking) and touched the knob.  But just then, Brooke sighed out – a pleasant, contented sigh – and rearranged her sitting position, so that she was leaning her head on her propped-up forearm.  In the midst of her change in position, Lucas looked up; he couldn’t help himself.  He needed to see her body in motion.  Brooke was looking at the board, which gave Lucas a free moment or two to gawk at her.  And then, forgetting where his finger was, he felt it slip against the knob, turning it all the way around.  His eyes shot down to the device, and he stopped dead.

300.

He stared wide-eyed at the screen for a few seconds, hardly believing what just happened, and then, with the reality of the situation rushing upon him, he snapped his eyes back up to Brooke, and his heart stopped.  She was staring straight at him.  A supernatural intelligence flickered behind her eyes, and every aspect of her expression conveyed the truth.  She KNEW.  She knew about the device.  Lucas was paralyzed, totally captive to her gaze.  Time seemed to stand still as her eyes seemed to strip bare his brain, his soul.  THIS was the Brooke from the closet.  Lucas could feel himself trembling, and his little chest rose and fell, nearly hyperventilating with awe, arousal, and panic.

Brooke’s eyebrows went up, and Lucas understood that she was telling him something…but what, exactly, he wasn’t sure.  Her lips twitched slightly…was that the merest hint of a smirk?  He had no idea.  Silently, she took 6 of her tiles, and, using the “t” of “ting,” spelled out “jaculating.”  She put the tiles down without a sound, and Lucas thought he caught another hint of a smirk on her face as she leaned back staring at him steadily, but he really couldn’t tell.  Her expression was impossible to read.  He desperately wanted her to say something, but he couldn’t conceive of a way to begin the conversation.  How was it possible that her body looked even bigger now?!  He knew she hadn’t grown, and that he hadn’t gotten any smaller.  But she loomed over him in an entirely new way now.

Despairing at trying to find a word at this point, Lucas spent his turn trading in a few tiles, and then was shocked when Brooke did exactly the same thing.  Two times they both did the same thing, with not a word being spoken.  Lucas knew that Brooke was just toying with him now…or maybe she had some other plan.  The silence around them was deafening, and Lucas could feel his sanity beginning to melt away.  He felt like jumping up and crying out, or just jerking himself hard until he came, or throwing himself headlong into Brooke’s huge, soft bosom, begging her forgiveness.  But all of this equaled out to him sitting there, unmoving, feeling like he was a tight coil of wire being tightened and tightened, until the inevitable point when he would snap.

“Finally.”  Brooke’s soft voice broke the silence, and Lucas’s eyes snapped back up to her.  Her lips were pursed at him, whether in amusement, or censure, or something else…and she put down 7 letters at the far end of the board, connecting to 12 existing words and turning them all into new ones – “pacifying” became “opacifying,” the “i” in pier became “xi,” “re” became “pre,” “rainwash” became “brainwash,” “wakeners” became “awakeners,” “onetime” became “zonetime,” and, last but not least, “jaculating” became “ejaculating.”  The final word that Brooke had spelled, which spanned the entirety of the far side of the board, was 15 letters, one that Lucas could hardly read, yet alone conceive of: “oxyphenbutazone.”

Even considering her ridiculous IQ, Brooke’s achievement was difficult to believe.  It was impossible…there was no way…no way that she could have connected all of that up at once.  It was superhuman.

“You won’t be seeing much of that word anymore,” Brooke remarked casually, like she was talking about the weather.  “NSAID that was pulled from the market because it suppressed the genesis of new bone marrow…oh, and because it increases the risk of Stevens-Johnson Syndrome…but the less said about that the better.”

“H-How…how…did you…?” was all Lucas could stammer out weakly as he stared at the ridiculous word on the board, the incredible intricacy of her connections, her breasts, her face, everything…as he stroked himself hopelessly under the table.

Brooke didn’t say anything; she just stared at him steadily, with that same inscrutable expression, boring into his soul.  It was like she was saying, ‘We both know how, Lucas.’

After a few more seconds, Lucas exhaled and somehow managed to break his eyes away from her.

“So, uhh, what’s the…the score of that one?” he asked, picking up the pencil with a trembling hand.

“1,778,” Brooke answered instantly.  “When you count it all up.”

“I–I’ll take your word for it,” he forced out, absurdly taking the step of writing the number out on the scorecard.  But then, as the insanity of the moment surrounded him, Lucas was able to suddenly become aware of the danger he was in.  Brooke knew about the device in his lap.  She knew ALL about it.  Which meant that she could take it.

“Is it flashing?” Brooke asked, tearing Lucas back into the present.

“Wh-wha?” he asked blankly, looking up at her.  She was smiling now.  Lucas felt his stomach clench as he detected something of that telltale green flicker in her eyes.

“The “300” signal,” Brooke said.  “Is it flashing?”

Lucas nodded, stupefied.  There was no way that she could see the device in his lap from her vantage point.

“Is it red or green?”  Her smile was widening now, and Lucas became afraid.  Thrusting his head down, he grit his teeth and jerked the knob back to the left, until the number read “120” again.  Exhaling loudly, Lucas stared at the screen for a few moments, his heartbeat hammering in his ears, and then jerked his eyes back up to Brooke.  The supernatural intelligence had disappeared from behind her eyes, and in its place was her more mellow pleasant, curious, teasing self.

“What’s the score?” she blurted out, staring at the board.  “Geeeez, did I just spell that last word!?”

“Uhhh…y-yeah…you did,” Lucas croaked out.  He had resumed stroking himself helplessly.

“Well gawd, you really set me up with that one!” Brooke laughed.  “Guess I just…got…lucky…”

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned over to study the board more carefully, her immense cleavage spilling over the table once again as she did so.  It looked like it was beginning to dawn on her that something very weird had happened, that something was amiss, but then, just when Lucas was afraid she might start asking questions, she shrugged and grinned at him.

“Whassa score?” she asked again, playfully, shimmying herself in place.

“Uh…you won,” Lucas said simply.  “I didn’t even count it up but, you…uhm…you…”

He trailed off upon realizing that Brooke’s eyes had shifted focus to his clearly-jerking forearm under the table.  She raised a lascivious eyebrow at him and then threw her arms in the air, her breasts bouncing and shaking with the mirth of her victory.

“Yesssss!” she sighed out.  “Finally I beat you!”

And then, abruptly getting on her hands and knees, she crawled around the table to him, lowering her face down into his lap and gently nudging his hand away from his pulsating cock.

“Let me take care of that, honey,” she cooed.  The next moment, she had taken all of him in her mouth.  And, at the same time, she thrust her big ass backward, forcibly knocking the coffee table back to make room for her.  All the tiles – her unprecedented masterpiece of a game – scattered, but in that moment, neither Brooke nor Lucas were thinking about the game.  Moaning out in liquid, voluptuous lust, Brooke thrust Lucas backwards against the sofa, his entire cock still in her hot mouth, and then, hooking her big hands under his armpits, she lifted him up completely off the floor, sitting him down in the middle of the sofa, and spreading his legs with her hands.  The warm, plush, flowing weight of her colossal cleavage was engulfing his lap, his upper legs, and the majority of his torso completely now.  The full weight of her breasts was upon him, and Lucas felt his eyes roll back into his head as Brooke squished her breasts hard around his cock and began to pump them up and down, up and down, while she deepthroated his cock in between pumps.

“Aaaaauuug…..gguuuuaaahhhh!” Lucas cried, reduced to sounding like an animal.  He wanted to spread his arms and flail his legs in ecstasy, but they were all trapped under Brooke’s gigantic rack, which was now squished even tighter around his captive cock.

“Yeah?” breathed Brooke lustily into his face, her eyes wide and alive with passion.  “You like that?  You like how my big fat tits feel on your cock?”

“Yyyyuuuueghhhhh!” gurgled Lucas.  His incoherence only seemed to grease Brooke’s gears as she tit-fucked him even faster.

“Mmmmm yeah?” she moaned.  “My huge rack just milking your cock?  Hmmmm?  Just milking it?  I’m gonna make you cum, Lucas.  I’m gonna make you cum so hard.  UGH you’re gonna just BUST right down my throat.  And I’m gonna swallow it all.  I’m gonna EAT all your cum, Lucas.  AGGGWWWOORRRLLLL!!!”

She thrust her head even harder down on his cock, deepthroating it with a new and ferocious energy.  The lube of her spit from deepthroating him slickened her smooth boob-flesh, encouraging her tits to go faster still.  There was no way Lucas was going to hold back from this any longer.  With a long, inhuman wail, he came HARD down Brooke’s throat, and the instant his cock seized up, she throated him fully, her throat swallowing him powerfully as she smacked the sides of her flushed cheeks with her slippery breasts, encouraging Lucas to come even harder from the vibrations.  She had just deepthroated and tit-fucked him into oblivion…at the same time.  Brooke kept her head down on his cock for over a minute, sucking it over and over just to make sure that she got every last drop.  When her face finally came up, smeared with her spit and sweat, framed by the slick, lubricious weight of her H-cups, she smiled at him lovingly, and then started laughing at how wiped-out he looked.

About 20 minutes later, after they had gotten all cleaned-up (and put away the scattered Scrabble game), Brooke put her hands on her hips and sighed out decisively.

“WELL!” she exclaimed, “I think it’s finally time to head to bed.  Whaddya say?”

“I…couldn’t agree more,” he chuckled weakly.

“So how about it, then?” she purred sexily, strolling towards their bedroom as she glanced back at him over her shoulder.  “Round 2 in bed?”

“Heheh…” Lucas replied, nodding slowly.  “I’ll be right there.”

Brooke gave him one last salacious look over her shoulder before disappearing into the bedroom.  Lucas took a couple deep breaths, walked over to the sofa, and picked up the device.  The “120” was glowing at him in a soft but vibrant green.  Brooke’s last question, when she had been “300 IQ,” echoed in his mind:

“Is it red or green?”

How had she known to even ask that question!?  He felt his mind beginning to turn itself inside out, getting lost in the labyrinths of possibility…and the more he thought about it, the darker and more worried he became.

‘But why worry about it?’ he thought suddenly to himself, hearing Brooke sigh out from the bedroom in a very obvious, sexy, and inviting way.  ‘I screwed up for a minute, went a little too far…but no harm done.  I’m still in control.’

And, as if to prove it to himself, he took the IQ knob and turned it back all the way to 81 before taking a final deep breath and strolling confidently into the bedroom.