Hitcher Slut - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Bam! Chapter 5 too! :)

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It was official. Gary had lost his damn mind!

That was the only possible explanation. He must have fallen asleep at the wheel earlier, but he had not woken up like this weird fantasy made it seem. His car had likely gone off of the road and was now lying at the bottom of the embankment, probably wrapped around the thick trunk of a tree.

He was mostly likely unconscious, and his mind was trying to tell him something. But what was it trying to tell him? That Candy's tits were absolutely perfect? He knew that. He had known it the second that he had seen her dancing on stage.

He didn't remember what song she was dancing to, because his head had filled with a bunch of them. Candy was the kind of girl that instantly made you think of Honey by Mariah Carey, Pornstar Dancing by My Darkest Days, Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman, or Addicted by Saving Abel. His dick had instantly gone hard. It was lust at first sight!

He had known on some level that she wasn't actually perfect. One could have argued that she would look even better if she lost a pound or two, got in better shape, or got some more work done. However, she was the total package for Gary. Her overall look just did all the right things, hit all the right markers, to trigger his most carnal cravings and potentially satisfy the basest of his primal needs.

Her breasts were a perfect example of this. They were very clearly artificially enhanced, but they didn't have that obscenely spherical, bolt-on look which some people preferred. Hell, even Gary often loved that look on certain women. Candy's glorious rack, however, had still maintained the perfect amount of teardrop shape to them.

Their gentle slopes led the eye from her slender neck and into her delicious cleavage. The main mass then swelled outward, filling her bra cups and just slightly overflowing them. She must have been fitted professionally, because it made them look like they might bust out of it at any moment.

The tight restraint of the bra meant that they formed nearly perfect orbs jutting outward to fill your view. Everywhere you looked on Candy's chest was filled with delectable tit meat that jiggled in tantalizing fashion, and any slight imperfections in their shape that your gaze might detect only made them even more lovely.

So they were the perfect DD-cups. Other dancers in the club had tits bigger than Candy, so you might have assumed that Gary would gravitate to them. He normally loved the idea of absolutely huge, fake juggs. Breast expansion was a fetish of his after all. And he'd had a couple of lap dances at the table with a few of them. They had performed very well and turned him on greatly, but they were also forgotten the instant that he saw Candy.

So, yes, he had wondered momentarily what those luscious cannons would look like if they were even bigger, but--

Gary's attention was yanked back to his fingertips, where he could feel delicate, taught skin slowly moving across the ends of them. His fingers were being pushed apart even further, spreading out wider, as his hands were forced open. The flesh of her wonderful boobs was swelling again. The incredible, perfect breast that he remembered, that was filling the palm of his right hand, was becoming even fatter, fuller, and rounder as he watched.

He stared, open-mouthed, as they grew at least another cup size. His gaze was riveted to her crocheted top as its V-neck was stretched open. It almost appeared to shrink, looking more like a bikini than a halter top, as the DDD-cup tits within filled it up magnificently.

Gary broke out in his own sweat, even though the inside of the car was not hot. The windows were still open on this breezy summer day. His erection traveled further down his leg. It had slipped the confines of his briefs and found an escape route down his pants, which was a good thing. Otherwise, it might have gotten a little painful down there.

This was simply not possible. There was no way for his hand to be full of the perfect breast that he had dreamed of so many times since that visit to Vegas, let alone for it to be even bigger as he had envisioned in several of his fantasies. But there they were, and Gary was absolutely mesmerized by them!

It was like he was hypnotized by these hefty hooters. He couldn't look away, and he certainly couldn't remove his hand. On the contrary, it seemed to have grown a mind of its own. He wasn't consciously directing it, or he didn't think he was, but he watched as his right hand continued to fondle and grope the meaty mound that was overflowing his grasp.

It kneaded and gripped the weighty mass of her breast. His hand stroked her stretched skin and massaged the fulsome flesh within. His fingers traced along its considerable circumference, finding the thick, turgid nipple at the end. He pressed down on it and then released. It sprang back up, impossibly hard, as the skin beneath it slowly resumed its spherical shape in a way that was mesmerizing to watch.

And then they surged outward, gaining another cup size!

The fantastic FF-cups thrusting from her chest made his hands seem tiny. Her impossibly impressive rack more than overflowed his feeble grip, and that finally seemed to break the spell. Gary flinched backward from the massive monsters dwarfing her ribcage, as if he'd been bitten or stung.

Or he tried to at least.

He had glanced up as he had tried to pull away, and locked gazes with his unnamed passenger. The desperate need and hunger that she had barely managed to suppress until now were clearly on display within her warm, brown eyes. Her long repressed desires were naked before him. She had been pent-up for who knew how long, and now she was fully in heat.

She panted, hard, as she stared at him. More sweet dribbled into the cavernous cleavage formed by her heaving bosom that had swollen so massively in the last few moments. Her hands moved to his forearm and gently caressed their way down to his right hand, the one that still kneaded one of her hugely bloated bazongas.

Her hands lightly cupped his own as she breathed at him, "Please! I'm begging you, Gary. Don't stop", and she very slowly started to move his hand down toward her crotch.