The Spiral Chapter 5

The kiss held for a long minute. The only sounds in the kitchen were the muted ticking of the coffee machine, the soft hum of the refrigerator, and the sympathetic rise and fall of Connor and Lunette's breath. Lunette was perched on one knee in front of Connor, one hand resting on the table, the other on his neck. Slowly, his hands slid over to hers, engulfing them, steadying her.

Lunette gasped slightly when their lips parted, short of breath. She looked into Connor's eyes, and she looked into his mind, and could scarcely believe that she saw acceptance in both. Her lips twitched, and she tried to fight a smile, but she couldn't. She bashfully glanced at his chest, but in a moment his hand was under her chin, tilting it up.

"Don't be afraid anymore," he said quietly. "Don't look away, don't... don't run away from the world anymore."

Lunette thought her heart was going to stop, or explode... she didn't know which. She couldn't believe the feeling inside of her. After telling that story, she'd thought it was too soon, she thought he'd turn her away, but she knew that if she didn't make her move then, she'd never have the courage again. The moment would have passed. So she jumped in, with both feet, and he caught her.

She leaned in to kiss him again, but she wasn't going to do it crouched on the floor anymore. Their lips connected, and she continued to stand, pushing his head back, gripping his shoulders. In moments, she sat on his lap, legs straddling his waist. Due to the considerable difference in height, even sitting on his lap she still had to tilt her head up slightly. She tightened her grip, pulling herself up, grinding her hips against his belly. She closed her eyes when she felt Connor's hands tighten around her waist, pulling her even closer.

In spite of the story, in spite of the kiss, she still felt a twang of nervousness when she felt her panties start to tighten around her, unable to fight her biological urges. She tried to move her hips backwards a little bit, just to take the pressure off, but she could feel Connor's lips move into a smile, and his powerful arms prevented from moving very far.

"What did I just tell you?" he said with a twinkle in his eye when the kiss broke for the second time. Lunette chuckled, and stared down again.

"Well, monsieur, zis is... well, with a few exceptions, zis is pretty new to me." She could feel her panties tightening further, and she squirmed uncomfortably as her anatomy strained against the pressure. She took a deep breath, and looked back into Connor's eyes, finding bravery in his arms. "Also, zere seems to be some influence from you..."

Connor's eyebrows arched quizzically for a moment, and then raised in surprise, with the hints of a devilish smile returning. "Oh, really?" he said dramatically, peeking down between them. He relaxed his grip, and Lunette leaned back a little bit, peeking down as well. She could feel the tingling in her body, and she could feel the influence that Kila's image was having on her body, and she smiled.

She tugged her loose shirt back a little bit, exposing her smooth white undies and the sizeable bulge that was pinned gently between her hips and his belly. She was a little startled to see that it was still somewhat soft, despite filling out her panties with a bulge the size of her small first. She giggled again, wiggling her hips, and rubbing it against him. They both watched, hypnotized, as the bulge swelled bigger, becoming more defined as the fabric stretched more. "Mon dieu," she breathed.

She scooted back a few inches to give herself more room to grow, the image of Kila very clear in her mind. She knew what was about to happen to her undies, and as the tingling spread, she knew what else was next. Connor sat, entranced, watching her panties fill out obscenely, as Lunette's view was obscured by her swelling bosom. She sat up a little bit to relieve the pressure on her, bumping her now very noticeable breasts against his chin. His attention changed suddenly from her lap to her chest, his eyebrows rising again.

"Oh, you're good," he said huskily, pulling her hips closer again, pulling her chest to his and moving in to kiss her again. Lunette closed her eyes, melting into his arms, when he stopped with a jerk. She stiffened, pulling back, eyes wide.

"What is it?"

Connor sat there, eyes half closed, shaking his head. "No, not... not her... not her face..."

Lunette stopped, one hand moving up to her face, touching the now slightly unfamiliar cheekbones, and she knew that she was changing too much. "I am sorry, I... I was going with it, I can't always choose..."

She closed her eyes, focusing hard, focusing harder than she had in years. She saw the image in his mind, but she knew that he didn't want all of it. She knew that she was in charge of her body, but it was often so hard, too hard, to resist the impetus of those she was with. She focused on the body parts, listening to Connor speak.

"I like you for you, Lunette, you don't need to change. You don't... Kila was remarkable, and you're remarkable, you don't need to copy her."

Lunette saw the images in Connor's mind whirling, visions of her and Kila together. She clenched her tiny fists, ordering her body to obey her will, to help make this man happy, to give him what he really wanted, and she could feel it responding. She opened her eyes, and reached up to touch Connor's face, which was still shaking slightly in denial. "Connor..."

He stopped, and looked at her, and his eyes softened. "Be you," he said softly, smiling, moving in to kiss her.

"I will be me," she said, "but there's more to me than other girls..."

She squeezed her thighs together, pulling herself closer and pressing her still unrealistically-sized endowment against him, her loose shirt now starting to pull snug across her chest. She felt one hand slide down to her ass, squeezing her closer, while the other slide around to her side, and then scooted over to move over her still-expanding breast. "You're controlling this?" he gasped.

"Most of it, oui... I can do it, if I want to... hard enough..."

Both of his hands slid down to her bottom, squeezing harder than before, but Lunette was caught off guard when Connor leaned forward and stood up. She squealed, her legs flailing on either side of him, her arms wrapping around his neck. She laughed when she realized that he was holding her up, and she twined her legs around him, trying to lock her ankles but not entirely sure how. She snuggled into his neck, showering him with kisses as he walked. Inch by inch, she could feel her bustline expanding as well, and she couldn't help giggling.

"You have interesting taste in girlfriends, monsieur," she said into his neck, enjoying the ride as Connor climbed the stairs.

"Hey, you all find me," Connor replied with a laugh. "I was just sitting at the bar, having a drink, but nooooo...."

Lunette felt a thrill as she was whisked through the threshold into his bedroom. She hiked herself up in his grip, pulling herself up closer to him as he backed towards the bed. "Hold on," he said, turning sideways and dramatically leaping into the air, dropping them onto the bed. Lunette squealed again, bouncing on the mattress as her grip was broken. She rolled away from Connor, throwing her head back and laughing. Connor laughed with her, still holding her hand. For a long moment, they laid side by side, staring at the cieling, chuckling to themselves. Lunette had to place her other hand on her shirt, keeping her now head-sized breasts in place when they threatened to shift backwards and suffocate her.

"Tabernac, I'm going to need all new underwear," she mumbled sweetly, rolling onto her side, pressing her chest into his arm, and bringing his hand to her undies. "Feel how tight zis is, I can't believe I thought these would fit me..."

"Well, then," Connor said, also shifting onto his side to face her, "there's only one solution for that, is there?"

He moved onto all fours, gently bowling her over and straddling her. She giggled, staring up into his face, tugging her shirt down to keep her bosom in place. "I will have to learn how to sleep with these," she said, squeezing her arms against the outer slopes of her breasts, pushing them up and out against the now-snug shirt.

"You'll do fine," he replied, gently laying kisses upon each of the small nubs that poked little tents into the shirt. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, and Connor's eyes widened when he saw her breasts swell visibly in response. She still wasn't as big as Kila, maybe only half as buxom, but she was still filling out a regular-sized shirt almost beyond capacity. He inched downwards, nuzzling her breasts and tugging her shirt up so he could plant small kisses upon her trim belly.

Lunette's thighs quivered as his lips crossed her belly button. She wriggled, barely able to contain her excitement. For perhaps the first time in her life, someone was pleasuring her without any regard for reciprocation. Even with those who were gentle, she was still nothing more than an object for sexual pleasure, but this... this must be how those men had wanted to feel. She shuddered, one hand straying down to her panties which had long ago become too small and were now almost torturously tight. She started to hook a thumb into the gap in the waistband to pull them down, but Connor got there first, moving her hand away.

"Ooooooooh," she said, beyond words for the first time ever as well. Connor positioned himself as she parted her legs. He softly stroked her thighs, revelling as each caress caused Lunette's entire body to quake. Starting at her knee, he traced his lips up her silky skin, feeling her vibrate. He tried to go slowly, but his own desire was impossible to ignore, and all to soon, he found his lips pressing softly against the shiny-tight fabric of her panties, and the painfully constrained but still swelling organ they contained.

"Connor, it... ow.... this isn't comfortable anymore... ow..."

Connor's face softened, and he leaned up onto his elbow. "As much as I want to go slow, I can't keep doing this to you... here goes..." He reached up with one hand, hooking his fingers in the front, and snuggled one hand underneath her buttocks, grabbing the edge of her panties in the back. He pulled down, but she was already bulging too much for her undies to be simply slipped over. "Uhm, I think we have a problem..."

"Putain!" she cried, sitting up with a squeak of pain as her panties pinched. She couldn't see over her magnificent chest, which was now filling out the old football shirt rather too much. but she could feel where the panties dug into her hip. She reached down, and dug her long nails into the fabric. She had learned how to do this to guys, since some of them apparently liked having the clothes torn off them in a fit of passion, but this was in a pique of agony. With one deft movement, she ripped them right up the side, and they parted like the pages of an opening book.

"Ahhh, baiser," she said softly, the pressure released. Her panties were still snug around one leg, but her anatomy was freed, and the deep-seated soreness vanished almost instantly. She breathed deep for a moment, smiling wide, when she realized that Connor had, as of her sudden release, not said anything. She tilted sideways, and peeked at him from around her bosom. "Ma cherie?"

She saw Connor still sitting, between her legs, up on one elbow. His eyes were wide and glazed, his mouth was slightly agape, and his held was slowly tilting up, in order to take in all of her. Lunette giggled, and her own eyes travelled slowly up her length, which she had to admit was breathtaking. She usually never got a chance to really admire herself whenever she changed, and certainly not when she was this big (Mr Black was often in a hurry). Her other hand slipped around her hips, across her lap, and slowly encircled her shaft, or at the very least tried to. She slid her hand up, slowly, relishing the sensation, and giggling when Connor's eyes met her hand on the way back down. "Are you all right, cherie?"

"I... you... I'm not sure. I think my heart stopped."

She tittered as he reached over, twining his fingers around hers, and sliding them up again. Her back arched and she closed her eyes, losing herself entirely in the sensation. "You are.... very gentle," she breathed when his hand eventually reached the tip of her shaft, now full and gloriously Kila-sized. Connor's arm was nearly at full extension, from his place on the matress, resting his head against her thigh like a pillow as he gazed up at her body. "How big.... how big was she?"

Their hands moving down as one, he began to kiss his way over to the base again, unencumbered with time restraints. "She *kiss* was *kiss* twenty *kiss* eight *kiss* inches..." he spoke slowly, breathing in her heady scent. He could see that she was clearly all woman, despite her additional features. Her leg parted more, and Lunette bit her lower lip hard, other hand digging hard into the sheets.

"...." she tried to speak, but a hoarse gasp was all she could manage. Connor smiled, and assumed that he was doing a good job. He rolled a little bit more onto his front, because he knew he'd have to sit up shortly. He kissed the base of her shaft, which was remarkably like Kila's. For a moment, he had to blink away a tear, but he knew that Kila would have wanted him to be happy... and perhaps he was having a religious experience. What were the odds of meeting two girls like this? None. But here he was. Here they were.

Slightly bigger around than a pop can, flushed pink, and surprisingly smooth, he kissed his way up the considerably length of her shaft. Every touch of his lips to her skin sent a shiver through her body, and he adored watching her breasts respond to her body's movements. Higher and higher he rose, until he was sitting up but hunched over to reach the tip. His lips lingered for a moment just behind the magenta head, and both of Luentte's hands were gripping the sheets, twisting them hard enough to pull them completely off of the bed. He also suspected she'd stopped breathing. Slowly, his only chance to do this a first time, he traced the tip of his tongue around the tip, and up to the top.

Lunette's hips rose completely off of the bed, her body now supported by her calves and shoulders. Her eyes were clenched tight, and one sheet-wrapped hand was pawing at her chest in the throes of ecstasy. Connor was pleased when she didn't end the affair early... Kila often had a bit of a hair trigger. After a tense moment, Lunette collapsed, breathing raggedly, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Promettez-moi que vous ferez cela encore." She moaned.

Connor blinked. "Pardon?"

"Promise me," she said with a small, tired smile, "that you will do that again. Often."

Connor smiled widely. "Trust me... you don't have to ask."

He crawled over her leg, and laid down next to her. He marvelled at how well her erect endowment stayed pointing at the ceiling, swaying gently with Lunette's small movements. They kissed, his hands wrapping around her body and pulling her close, her own hands reaching over and gripping his jeans with fierce devotion. "I never hoped it would get this far," she said, staring him in the eye.

"To be honest... me either."

He slipped his hand under her shirt, marveling as her bosom had indeed reached the full size, so to speak. One quick movement, and her shirt was bunched up around her neck. She giggled, and removed the rest of it herself, now gloriously naked on the bed amidst a messy pile of sheets. She pulled herself over again, pressing her breasts against his chest, and one hand gently tilting her still slightly-twitching endowment down to rest between them.

"I don't think I want to leave this bed ever again," she whispered, her breath mixing with his, caressing the tip of her shaft.

Connor leaned in kissing her on the lips, and then moving farther south. "If I have my way, you won't."


(Stay tuned for part 2!)