I certainly wasn't either.Once Penny had finished throwing on her jeans and shirt, we were about togo back into the living room, when the feeling of c...ange hit me again.This time centered on my chest. Once again I felt my breasts expanding,getting bigger. They kept growing well past a DD into what I was suremust have been at least an FF. My robe had been pushed apart and Icouldn't even get it to close around me anymore. What was worse was thatI felt so top heavy that I was surprised I. " I asked them if they wanted a coffee or something to drink both refused and said they where ready so I took them through to my bedroom to let them get set up. I had previously given Brad a fleet before today and I asked him if he was all prepared he shook his head in the positive. I looked into his blue eyes it was a combination of fear anticipation and excitement. I told the boys to go ahead get comfortable and to call me when they where ready. In preparation I had previously set up me. But then I can't really blame them. You see, in my younger years and long before the thin craze hit, I thought slender was best. I remember the Twiggy days when having to stand side-ways twice to cast a shadow was desired, not to mention having a flat chest. That always reminded me of the movies of the twenties showing women wearing something on their chests that intentionally flattened their breasts. But then the look was legs with thick calves. Then came all the commercials featuring. My face is that of a model.Aside from my huge pouty lips, I could have been any girl in any pornmovie. My mistress lifted her hand to my cheek and rubbed it softly. Mymouth dropped open and I could see a tiny slit or faint opening betweenmy engorged lips. Oh I would have loved a blow-job from me right now."Heather," she said, "you are now my slut and you are gorgeous,darling."I smiled and thought yes I was hot. My lips though were a little out ofproportion from the rest of me. I just thought I.