Title: InfoNicola
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: mmF, size, 1st, exhib
Summary: Nicola is hired to do an infomercial demonstrating an exciting new product that claims to increase breast size. Who'd've thought the stuff actually worked?


Disclaimer: The following story contains sex 
scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and 
I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency 
laws in most states would require it not be 
read by persons under 18. Also, if you're 
offended by adult themes, you should 
probably leave now. 

More importantly, this tale features women 
presented as sexual objects. There is 
nothing wrong with this as they are only 
fictional characters. I urge readers, 
especially young males, to not regard real 
women in this way.

This work is © 2002 the author. Permission 
is granted to freely distribute, provided it 
is not altered in any way. It may not be 
posted to any website or included in any 
archive without the author's permission.

There is no Nicola. All characters are 
fictitious. The situations are made-up. This 
is only a fantasy, and any similarity to 
real persons, events & institutions is pure 
coincidence.

The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of 
erotic stories about an Australian model-
turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to 
find stardom. They are to date: (in reading 
order)

1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel
3. Bikini Audition
4. Shutterbug Starlets
5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
6. Hollywood Party Hostesses
7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
8. Carwash Cuties 
9. Nicola Gets A Woody
10. Bikini Christmas Carol
11. Sex Kitten
12. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela
13. Best in Show
14. Knickers Down in Acapulco
15. InfoNicola <-

Please don't email me asking for the other 
stories. Visit the website at 
http://www.asstr.org/~knickers . As well as 
all the episodes, you'll find author's 
notes, reader feedback, and movie reviews.

Author's note: This Nicola Adventure is 
based around a kink not present in the other 
episodes: breast enlargement. If this 
squicks my regular readers, please accept my 
apologies.

InfoNicola (mmF size 1st exhib)

Nicola's convertible pulled up into the 
studio car park. The adorable Aussie ex-
model and starlet didn't know too much about 
her latest job, except that she was to be 
the hostess on an infomercial of some kind. 
Her agent had been kind of vague, only 
telling Nicola that it was the sort of thing 
that required "her special talents". Knowing 
the sort of work she was normally paid to 
do, Nicola could only guess that this would 
be an infomercial that wouldn't play on the 
regular networks!

Nicola reported to Karl the Floor Manager. 
He gave her a brief tour of the set - which 
was little more than a countertop with a 
backdrop that was supposed to be a typical 
suburban living room.

"So what's this infomercial actually for?" 
she asked. The FM only smirked and hustled 
her into wardrobe and makeup.

Alone in her dressing room, Nicola got her 
first surprise - her costume. Rather than 
the usual very revealing outfits she was 
required to parade her body in, this time 
she was provided with a white t-shirt and a 
pair of red nylon shorts. Pretty 
conservative by her standards. 

Nicola shucked off her own clothes and put 
the outfit on. The t-shirt was at least two 
sizes too small and as no bra was provided, 
she crammed her bare boobs into its tight 
confines. She stood in front of the mirror 
admiring her 38-24-35 body.  It suddenly 
became very apparent why these clothes had 
been chosen for her! Without a bra, Nicola's 
dark nipples were very obvious through the 
sheer material. The neck of the shirt was 
scooped very low, putting a generous helping 
of Nicola's cleavage on display. The shorts 
were very short indeed, showing off her 
long, tanned legs and smooth thighs. 

The whole ensemble made her look like she'd 
just stepped out of a raunchy 80s aerobics 
video. Her curiosity was well and truly 
stirred - just what was it she would be 
hawking dressed like this?

In a few moments Karl returned and handed 
her the script for the show. Nicola glanced 
over it quickly (it was only a single page) 
and looked up into his smirking face.

"You're joking, right?"

He laughed. "I'll let you learn your lines," 
he said and left again.

Nicola quickly memorized the script. The old 
Nicola, who had been a model in her hometown 
of Melbourne, Australia, would've been 
horrified at the things required of her in 
this shoot. But Nicola had been living the 
high-life as a Hollywood starlet for nearly 
a year now, and nothing could faze her. 
Getting naked on camera was the least of the 
things she got up, Nicola's sexual hi-jinx 
could fill volumes. She loved taking her 
clothes off and being the center of 
attention. And she loved the sex, the exotic 
variety of men - and women - she often found 
herself fucking. 

In short, the 20-year-old Australian was 
having the time of her life and being paid 
very good money for it.

Karl returned and told her it was time to 
come onto the set. It was there that she got 
her next surprise of the day. The 
infomercial's host would be its inventor, 
none other than-

"Sammy Fish!" Nicola exclaimed at the 
unexpected sight of him. Sammy Fish was a 
short, fat, balding little man of middle 
years. He was dressed, as usual, in an awful 
polyester jacket and tie that would've made 
Herb Tarlek sick. Despite the fact that he'd 
just come from makeup, his skin was as 
sweaty and clammy as always. 

Nicola was well acquainted with this 
infamous talent agent, producer, and 
impresario. Their last encounter had 
involved Nicola working on a pilot game 
show, with Sammy as the host. She didn't 
really understand the rules of the game, but 
she was required to push her bare boobs 
through a cut out in a wall, while the 
contestants on the other side sucked, 
groped, and licked all they wanted. Nicola 
had actually enjoyed the experience, and was 
a little disappointed the show wasn't picked 
up. Not that she would ever admit that to 
Sammy.

Sammy's chubby hands were futilely trying to 
comb his few remaining strands of hair 
against his white pate. "Knickers!" he 
cried. "So good to see you again." He 
bounded over to her and shamelessly leered 
down her top. "I asked for you specially on 
this job. I really think your special charms 
will help sell this product." He stared at 
her partially uncovered tits and licked his 
lips.

"I should've known you were behind this," 
Nicola playfully chided him. "Since when 
were you an inventor?"

"I'm a man of many talents," he replied.

"So," Nicola asked, "is this a real 
infomercial or are just trying to get your 
hands on my tits again?"

"It can be both," Sammy replied with a grin. 
Their good-natured ribbing had long been a 
part of their relationship. He reached out 
and cupped Nicola's boobs. "How are the 
girls? Ready to go?"

"Ready and willing," Nicola replied with a 
saucy grin.

"Do you need a rehearsal, or shall we go 
straight into a take?" Sammy asked. 

"It's hardly Shakespeare," she replied. "I 
think we can get this in one take."

The studio crew moved smoothly into action. 
Sammy and Nicola stood on their marks behind 
the countertop, upon which sat several jars 
of the 'product'. From the control room the 
director called action, and Sammy and Nicola 
launched into the spiel:

"Hi, I'm Nicola Baron. Being a top Hollywood 
starlet and model, I've always got to look 
after my best 'assets'."

Nicola pushed out her chest, emphasizing 
that these were the 'assets' she was 
referring to.

"As you can see, when it comes to 'talent' 
I'm not exactly wanting." Nicola leaned 
forward toward the camera, letting the 
audience peek down her shirt. "But sometimes 
I wish I had just a little more up top, if 
you know what I mean."

"Well Nicola," said Sammy, "now you can. 
Hello everybody, my name is Sammy Fish and I 
want to introduce all you ladies out there 
to an exciting new product I've invented." 
He held up one of the jars. "I call it 
BustyPlus."

"BustyPlus?"

"That's right Nicola. BustyPlus is the only 
100% guaranteed breast-enlargement cream 
available on the market."

Nicola's eyes lit up. "Breast-enlargement 
cream? How does it work?"

Sammy gave a snake-oil grin. "I'm glad you 
asked me Nicola." He opened the jar, 
revealing a thick gooey-white ointment. 
"BustyPlus is so simple to apply, anyone can 
do it. However, it's probably more fun to 
get someone to do it for you. Nicola, 
perhaps you'd be good enough to give the 
viewers a demonstration?"

"Sure, Sammy," she gave a perky reply. 
Nicola grasped the bottom of her well-
stretch t-shirt and pulled it up and over 
her head. Topless, she smiled into the 
camera. "OK, what do I do now?"

"It's very easy, my dear. All we do is take 
a good dollop of BustyPlus and apply 
liberally."

With that Sammy reached into the jar and 
scooped up a glob of the white sweet-
smelling sloop. With a quick flick of the 
wrist, Sammy sploshed it onto Nicola's bare 
tits.

The sensation of the ice-cold BustyPlus 
hitting her chest made Nicola squeal in 
surprise. She leapt backwards, almost 
colliding with part of the set.

"Cut!" called Karl.

"I'm terribly sorry," Nicola gushed. "I 
didn't expect it to be so cold."

"No problems. We'll just go again from 
Nicola taking her shirt off."

Nicola stood to one side as the makeup girl 
used a towel to wipe every speck of 
BustyPlus cream from her tits. The coarse 
terry-cloth material felt stiff against her 
flesh. Between that and the cold BustyPlus, 
her nipples quickly sprang to attention. 
"Hi, I'm Nicola," she introduced herself to 
the cute little blonde. "Karen," she replied 
with a smile as she finished cleaning 
Nicola's tits.

"Um," she asked as she slipped her shirt 
back on, trying to ignore the mind-melting 
sensation of cotton sliding over her swollen 
nips, "this stuff is actually safe to use, 
isn't it?"

"That's a good question," Sammy replied. 
"I'll get back to you on that."

The crew reset, with the shoot picking up 
from where Nicola removed her shirt. 

"Action!" called Karl.

Once again, Nicola lifted her shirt, 
exposing her hooters.

Sammy took a great big glob of gooey 
BustyPlus from a jar. Nicola breathed 
deeply, preparing herself for the shock of 
the cold cream on her bare skin.

Once again Sammy slopped the white goo onto 
Nicola's boobs. She gave a slight gasp but 
otherwise maintained her composure. Enjoying 
himself, Sammy proceeded to rub the 
BustyPlus into Nicola's skin.

Nicola was the kind of girl who got enormous 
pleasure from the stimulation of her tits, 
and Sammy's slippery, roaming fingers 
instantly got a reaction from the stunning 
starlet. Oooh, that felt so good! Strong 
hands massaging her sensitive breasts, 
tweaking her delicate nipples. Nicola 
couldn't help herself - she let out a deep, 
sensual moan.

"Cut!"

Nicola blushed. "I'm sorry, I was, umm..."

"You were getting horny," Sammy beamed. 
Nicola scowled at him. "I was just 
distracted. Please can we go again?"

The FM sighed. "Reset! Going once again from 
the shirt coming off."

Karen came over to Nicola, and the Aussie 
starlet obediently raised her chin to allow 
the cute little blonde free access to her 
boobs. Just as Sammy had groped her with the 
cold BustyPlus, now the wardrobe girl was 
going to work on her with the towel. Nicola 
bit her lip to hold back another moan of 
delight.

God it's hot, Nicola thought to herself. She 
looked down for the tell-tale droplets of 
sweat on her tanned tits, jiggling under the 
wardrobe girl's skillful manipulations, but 
didn't see any. Odd, she felt like she must 
be dripping.

"Karen, honey, would you get me a glass of 
water? I'm dying of thirst here," Nicola 
asked.

"Sure," she replied. She turned to leave, 
offering Nicola a tempting glance at her 
denim-clad ass. Nicola couldn't resist. 
Karen gave a squeak of surprise and scuttled 
off rubbing her backside.

Nicola picked up her shirt once again and 
slipped it back on - although not without 
some difficulty. Was it her imagination, or 
what is just that much harder for her to 
squeeze her boobs into the tight white t-
shirt?

"Standby to roll!" bawled Karl. Karen 
returned with Nicola's water, handing it to 
her warily as if expecting another assault 
upon her shapely posterior. Nicola emptied 
the glass in a single gulp, handing it back 
with a satisfied gasp. "Keep 'em coming," 
she added.

"Action!"

Repeating the action for the third time, 
Nicola reached for the hem of her shirt and 
pulled it up. It *was* tighter! The material 
clung to her boobs like a drunken producer 
at a pool party. She tugged harder, and the 
shirt came off, her chesty charms bouncing 
as they came into view. Nicola opened her 
mouth to ask for 'cut' when Sammy gleefully 
deposited another blob of BustyPlus on her 
bare tits.

Nicola was once more reveling in the 
sensation of Sammy's hands squeezing her 
generous boobs. This time the feelings were 
even more powerful, waves of electricity 
were flowing from her sensitive areolas, 
down her rippling stomach to her hungry 
pussy. 

What the hell was going on? Was Nicola about 
to have her first breast orgasm, right here 
on camera? She tried to keep herself 
together as Sammy continued to massage the 
BustyPlus into her chest. What was her line 
again? Oh yes:

"Gee, Sammy," enthused Nicola as he groped 
her, "BustyPlus goes on so easily!"

"Yes, Nicola," he replied, "BustyPlus is so 
much fun to apply, you'll want to add it to 
your daily beauty routine."

Nicola felt like her eyes were about to roll 
back in her head. No-one had ever given her 
boobs the kind of attention Sammy was giving 
them right now. In her nearly one year in 
Hollywood, Nicola had never felt as horny as 
she did now. Right now, all she wanted was a 
whole tub of BustyPlus smeared across her 
hooters.

"Sorry, guys, we're going to have to cut 
there," Karl interjected. "We're getting 
some flare in camera 2. We'll have to go a 
fourth time."

Nicola let out a growl of sexual frustration 
as Sammy stopped groping her. A moment later 
she brightened as her little wardrobe girl 
appeared. Nicola threw her arms wide, 
offering her greasy tits to the girl. "Come 
and get it," she said in a throaty voice. 
The poor little blonde looked like she about 
to turn and run, but cautiously holding the 
towel and another glass of water in front of 
her like a shield, she approached the lust-
crazed starlet.

Nicola was sorely tempted to jump Karen, but 
kept herself in check. Steady, Knickers! she 
told herself. It was grossly unprofessional 
to fuck the crew in the middle of a shoot. 

Nicola closed her eyes as the rough cloth 
came in contact with her swollen pink 
nipples, her bosom heaving. She shivered 
with desire, reveling in the sensation of 
her tits being massaged. Nicola could feel a 
strange tingling sensation in her breasts, a 
tickly little buzz that spread out across 
her whole chest and made her feel sooooo 
good. Again, the water vanished in a single 
gulp.

"Once more, please," called Karl, "picking 
up from the shirt coming off."

Nicola couldn't hide the disappointment on 
her face as the wardrobe girl withdrew her 
favors. She caught Sammy smirking. "Enjoying 
yourself, Knickers?"

She gave a toss of her chestnut-colored 
hair, trying to hide the fact that her 
insides were quivering with sexual craving. 
"Sure, this is lots of fun," she replied, 
trying to sound sarcastic. She looked down 
at her bare chest. She seemed almost to be 
glowing down there, her boobs pushing 
forward as if seeking attention. And that 
delicious throbbing made her pretty head 
spin.

But she had work to do. Nicola bent over to 
retrieve her t-shirt. Or at least she tried, 
but her pendulous tits swung down, causing 
her to lose her balance. The busty beauty 
pitched forward, her arms flailing for 
something to grab hold of. She did - and saw 
to her horror it was Sammy's crotch!

"Why Knickers! This is so unexpected."

Nicola let go of his joy department and 
picked up her shirt. Her boobs bobbed and 
swayed with every movement, throwing off her 
center of gravity. "Something funny's going 
on here," she said. "What's in that 
BustyPlus stuff anyway?"

"Oh, just some traditional herbs and spices. 
All natural, I can assure you."

Nicola threw him a wary look. She knew 
better than to trust Sammy Fish. Once more 
she slipped the shirt over her head. This 
time, though, it was much harder to squeeze 
the garment over her hefty bosom. And when 
she finally did, the result was quite 
spectacular.

Even breathing in, Nicola could feel the 
material tight against her chest like a 
bodice. Her boobs were squashed up, bulging 
precariously up out of the scooped neck. The 
cloth creaked under the strain of containing 
Nicola's magnificent cleavage.

"Wow, Knickers, no-one fills out a shirt 
like you," quipped Sammy, eying up Nicola's 
chesty charms. Her dark nipples, pushed 
against the taunt t-shirt, were visible to 
the entire studio crew.

"Something's not right here," said Nicola. 
Either the shirt was getting smaller or... 
And she felt so hot and thirsty. And horny, 
too. One hand slipped down to the crotch of 
her shorts and absent-mindedly slipped 
across her pussy. "Can I have another glass 
of water please?"

Karl sighed. "Make it quick. We need to get 
under way again soon."

The wardrobe girl handed Nicola another 
glass of water. Nicola raised it to her lips 
and guzzled it down.

No-one present would forget what happened 
next.

There was a thunderous roar of fabric 
ripping. Nicola's t-shirt finally gave up, 
tearing from top to bottom. Her engorged 
boobs burst forward slapping against her 
abdomen. Free of their confines, they hung 
out in front of Nicola more than a foot.

"Ooooooh!" squealed Nicola.

"Fuck!" cried Sammy.

"Ke-rist!" shouted Karl.

"Wow!" said Karen with a hint of envy in her 
voice. "Nice rack."

The rest of the studio crew just gaped 
silently. Clearly, these were not the tits 
Nicola had walked in with. They must've 
measured at least 48 inches, probably more. 
Her areolas were deep brown and the size of 
silver dollars, covered in goose pimples. 
Her nipples were excited little stalks 
standing out an extra inch. 

"Bloody hell!" Nicola yelled. "This stuff 
actually works!"

But it wasn't just her physical appearance 
that seemed to have changed. Nicola felt a 
burning desire inside her that even with her 
sex drive she'd hadn't felt before. She was 
hot, flustered and had a terrible thirst. 
Nicola tried to take a step forward and once 
again her new boobs threw her off balance 
and she tottered unsteadily on her feet.

There was no shortage of willing hands 
rushing to help her. Sammy and Karl were 
closest and rewarded for their efforts with 
the opportunity to grope Nicola's amazing 
hooters. Under their guiding hands Nicola 
made her way to a chair. Every step was 
taken gingerly, but even the slightest 
movement sent her tits heaving to and fro, 
which again sent Nicola scrambling to 
maintain her poise.

"What the hell am I going to do now?" she 
asked. Looking down at her vastly inflated 
assets she could see her acting career 
disappearing, or at least taking a whole new 
direction. Nicola the big-boob stripper? 
Nicola the porn starlet? She gave her new 
tits a tentative squeeze. What was her cup 
size now? DD? 

"Well, um..." Sammy was clearly flummoxed. 
It took a moment to realize the cause of 
this was not the distracting spectacle 
before him but the sheer fact that he had no 
clue what was going on.

"Sammy!" she squealed, "you invented this 
stuff, how do I stop them growing?!" Nicola 
tried to keep herself from shouting, as her 
boobs would bounce up and down on her chest 
as she did so.

"I didn't actually invent it, per se," he 
replied.

"What? It doesn't matter. Just contact 
whoever did, and get them over her to fix my 
tits. I want my old pair back!" Nicola was 
struggling to keep herself together. 
Powerful emotions were surging through her 
body, and she was torn between throttling 
Sammy and throwing herself on him and 
fucking his brains out.

"That could be problematic," said Sammy, 
scratching his balding head. "They'd be in 
school right now."

"What?! School? How old are they?"

Sammy shrugged. "Sixteen. They're smart 
guys, though. Not business-smart, of course, 
but they know a lot about science and 
stuff."

Nicola suddenly found it hard to reply. She 
gave a moan and, ignoring the fact that a 
dozen strangers surrounded her, plunged her 
hand into her shorts to scratch that oh-so 
tender itch.

"I'll get right onto them," Sammy assured 
her.

********

Nicola was taken back to her dressing room. 
It seemed like her growth spurt had stopped. 

Nicola's shoulders ached with the strain of 
carrying extra weight, and she badly needed 
to relax. Although she had a sofa in her 
room, it was uncomfortable to lie on her 
back with her tits spilling across her 
chest. 

Fortunately, one of the on-set carpenters 
had gallantly come to her rescue and in a 
few minutes a solution was on-hand.

The result was basically a modified trestle 
table. Cut into the surface of this was a 
large portal, its edges carefully sanded 
smooth. This allowed Nicola to lie down 
comfortably on her front with her massive 
boobs hanging down through the opening. As 
nothing short of a tent could cover her, 
Nicola had to remain topless.

The Aussie starlet waited impatiently for 
Sammy to return. This was not the most 
dignified position to be kept in. Karl and 
Karen waited with her, more than a little 
stunned at the transformation that had taken 
place before their very eyes.

Nicola was still assailed by a terrible 
thirst, not to mention the desire simmering 
in her loins. She pressed her crotch into 
the hard surface of the bench, trying to 
ignore what was going on down there.

"Maybe I should get you a couple of jugs of 
water?" Karen asked, then blushed at her 
accidental double-entendre. "Thanks," Nicola 
replied.

A moment later she returned. Her mouth dry 
as sawdust, Nicola gratefully guzzled down a 
few more glasses.

A moment later, she realized she'd made a 
mistake. 

Once again, Nicola's nipples began to 
tingle. She could feel that warm glow 
spreading out across her chest. It could 
only mean one thing - her tits were getting 
bigger.

"Quick, help me up!"

Karl and Karen each grabbed an arm and tried 
to haul Nicola up onto her elbows. They 
tugged, they pulled, they stretched, but to 
no avail. In a few seconds her boobs grew 
just enough so that they were too big to 
squeeze back up through the opening in the 
table.

Nicola was stuck, pinned to the table, with 
her on one side and her tits on the other.

"Do something!" she cried, utterly dismayed. 
Something like this could really hurt her 
career. Roles were pretty slim for women 
with trestle tables permanently affixed to 
their chests. 

Karl scratched his head. "The boys could saw 
you out of this?"

Nicola wasn't enthusiastic about sharp 
instruments anywhere near her bare breasts.

"I've got an idea," Karen offered. "They're 
shooting an infomercial for BuzzBee 
natural honey in studio B. We could grease 
you up and slide you free."

Now that was a plan Karl wanted to try even 
if it didn't work. Nicola agreed, and in a 
few moments Karen returned with several 
large jars of honey.

They each took a breast, Karl on one side 
and Karen on the other. It was quite a 
surreal situation, Nicola thought, but none 
more so than she usually found herself in.

Nicola sucked in her breath as, once again, 
she had her boobs liberally smeared with a 
gooey substance. And once again, Nicola felt 
that very pleasant sensation growing in her 
chest, as the two pairs of hands went to 
work massaging her tits, slippery fingers 
sliding across her flesh. Of course, it did 
no good for her sexual frustration, and 
pretty soon she was moaning with desire once 
more.

"That should be enough," Karen announced. 
Karl didn't hear her, absorbed as he was in 
lubricating Nicola mammoth knocker.

"Ahem!"

He gave a sheepish look, and with some 
reluctance let go, allowing Nicola's tit to 
swing free.

"OK," Nicola directed them. "Now grab me by 
the shoulders. I'll push with my knees."

All three of them pulled. Nicola's eyes 
watered as her tits in the makeshift wooden 
vice.

"It's working!" Karen cried.

With a slurp of slippery boob, Nicola's tits 
popped free of their prison. The threesome 
crashed backwards into an ungainly heap.

Nicola sighed. "Sammy better get back with 
those guys soon."

********

As Sammy led Mike and Tim into Nicola's 
dressing room they were greeted with the 
sight of the gorgeous Aussie starlet lying 
on her back, her mammoth breasts lolling 
about. Nicola's legs were in the air, her 
red shorts down around her ankles, with one 
hand furious frigging away at her pussy, the 
other squeezing her left boob. The teenagers 
gasped in shock, and even Sammy, who'd seen 
a thing or two in his years, was startled.

"Um, Nicola, I want you to meet Mike and 
Tim, the two inventors of BustyPlus."

Nicola was panting with the effort of 
pleasuring herself, but she managed to gasp 
out "Pleased to meet you."

Not surprising, Mike and Tim were 
speechless. Their eyes were wider than 
Nicola's new areolas as they cautiously 
approached her.

"As you can see," Sammy told them, "there 
have been a few side-effects of the 
product."

"You can say that again," Nicola groaned.

The teens stood over her, not entirely sure 
what to say. They were a geeky-looking pair, 
tall and gangy, wearing thick glasses, 
short-sleeved collared shirts and matching 
bowties. Mike reached out and gave Nicola's 
right titanic tit a tentative squeeze. He 
was rewarded with a moan of ecstasy from 
her. Tim took up position on Nicola's left 
side, and under their timid caresses her 
juices were soon running down her thighs.

"What exactly happened?" asked Mike.

"We did four takes of me putting the cream 
on," Nicola rasped, "I got thirsty and 
really, really horny."

"Four applications!" cried Tim. "You're only 
supposed to do one a day."

Sammy shrugged. "I guess I should've read 
the instructions."

Nicola's stomach muscles rippled as waves of 
pleasures surged through her wet pussy. She 
tried to conjure up anger and indignation at 
Sammy, but those emotions were swamped 
beneath an sea of passion. "What do I do 
about it?"

Mike scratched his chin. "BustyPlus causes 
human tissue to absorb vast amounts of 
water. That's why you were thirsty, and now 
all that water you drank went straight to 
your, erm..." he blushed and trailed off.

"Hooters," Sammy finished his sentence.

"You'll start to lose all that water pretty 
soon," said Tim, "mostly through sweat." 
Nicola's vigorous masturbation had already 
started this process, and her naked body 
glistened with moisture.

For a moment Nicola was crestfallen. 
Suddenly, the thought of losing her 
beautiful new rack wasn't very nice. "What 
about the horniness?" she asked.

"Beats me. We've never come across that 
before."

Standing either side of the reclining 
starlet, Mike and Tim fell silent, watching 
her in awe. The only sound in the room were 
slight gasps and moans from Nicola, plus the 
squishing sound of her elegant fingers 
slithering in and out of her cunt. The geeky 
duo had never had the delight of watching a 
woman pleasure herself, and the sight of 
Nicola wantonly working herself over was 
having a powerful effect upon them.

Nicola was becoming groggy, seeing the world 
through a haze of her own arousal. She 
needed relief and she needed it bad. 
However, she had only three men on hand, and 
none of them were exactly gorgeous. They 
would have to do. Mike and Tim were still 
groping her boobs, each of them sported a 
hard-on that made a respectable dent in 
their corduroy trousers.

"I need you," Nicola gasped. Her damp hands 
reached out to the boys' crotches, giving 
their swollen cocks a squeeze that made her 
meaning more than clear. Moments later the 
pair were divesting themselves of their 
embarrassing wardrobe, standing before the 
lust-crazed starlet stark naked.

Nicola threw her legs wide, exposing the 
hot, pink source of her discomfort. Mike 
took up position, his fat dick poised 
between his nervous fingers. Could this be 
his first time, Nicola wondered. The thought 
that she might be relieving the teenagers of 
their virginity only added to the buzz of 
the moment. Or, at least, made her forget 
that she was about to have sex with two 
minors.

Mike plunged his manhood into Nicola. It 
slid easily into her wet pussy, eliciting a 
long gasp of satisfaction from the adorable 
Aussie. As he started to pump away at her 
enthusiastically if inexpertly, all she 
could think was "It's about time!" Nicola 
wrapped her shapely legs around his skinny 
waist, drawing the boy deeper into her cunt.

Lying on her back, Mike's vigorous strokes 
caused Nicola's stupendous tits to heave 
back and forth like a pair of giant jellies 
on a plate. Their wobbling motion hypnotized 
Nicola as much as it did Tim and Sammy, 
standing salivating in the wings.

The couple fucked furiously, Nicola 
squealing with delight while Mike grunted 
ferociously. Sweat poured from their bodies, 
a great pool of it forming on Nicola's 
stomach. All the water that had migrated to 
her mammoth mammaries was slowly seeping 
from her skin.

Nicola's cunt muscles rippled deliciously, 
massaging Mike's young dick to heights of 
ecstasy he could never achieve at home with 
his own hand and one of her movies.  

Without warning, Mike's body began to spasm. 
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!" he cried. He tried 
to pull out, but Nicola's hungry pussy held 
him tight. He tugged again, his body 
shuddering with the incoming orgasm, 
eliciting a whine of disappointment from the 
sex-hungry Nicola. With a slurp his  cock 
sprung free from her velvet beaver-trap. An 
instant later he came, spurting thick white 
cum over her stomach, her thighs, and up 
onto her heaving over-sized jugs.

Nicola was now a complete mess, damp with 
sweat and Mike's love juice. She sure as 
hell didn't care, though. Mike disentangled 
herself from Nicola, stepping aside to let 
his friend in. Tim wasn't slow to step into 
the breach.

Her breathing ragged, Nicola switched 
position for geek number two. She rolled 
over on her front, sloshing the sweat and 
semen onto the carpet. Sammy winced - he was 
paying for the hire of the studio, and 
doubtless the carpet-cleaning bill for the 
dressing room would come out of his pocket.

Nicola positioned herself on all fours, 
resting on her forearms, her eager posterior 
high in the air, her boobs swinging beneath 
her. They indeed looked a little smaller, 
but were still grotesquely huge. Even 
arching her back, her sensitive nipples hung 
down far enough to brush the couch. "More, 
more," the starlet moaned. She gave a 
winsome, pleading glance over her shoulder. 
"Come on, I'm still horny!"

Tim probed Nicola's wet and willing pussy, 
slipping two fingers inside her. She gasped, 
wiggling her backside in anticipation. Tim 
withdrew his hand, reaching forward to wipe 
his fingers on one of her pendulous breasts. 

Tim caressed the starlet's bare back. Nicola 
purred with delight at his touch. The boy's 
hands gently worked her over, stroking 
buttocks and thighs. He stood so close to 
her his rampant prick brushed against her 
ass. 

Nicola sensed the uncertainly in her second 
virgin of the afternoon. She reached behind 
her, taking his cock firmly in her hand and 
guided it toward her heaving love canal. Tim 
grasped Nicola by the hips, pulling his 
luscious treasure toward him. In one smooth 
movement he mounted her, slipping so deep 
into her that his balls bounced against her 
crotch.

Tim began to fuck Nicola in her doggie 
position. Like Mike what he lacked in 
finesse he made up for with energy. He slid 
the ecstatic starlet back and forth along 
his dick, building up a frenetic pace. Flesh 
slapped against flesh. Tim's pale skin 
contrasted with Nicola's rich tan.

Nicola closed her eyes, losing herself in 
the sensual pleasure of being vigorously 
fucked by a teenage boy. Part of her mind 
registered the irony of the fact that, in 
her present state, the boys were 
encountering one of the few women who were 
actually hornier than they were.

Nicola's moans became squeals of delight. 
She could feel a mighty orgasm building in 
her loins, the potent result of whatever 
aphrodisiac BustyPlus contained mixed with 
the impatient lust of the two teenagers. The 
Aussie beauty was screaming in delight now, 
unmindful that everyone else in the studio 
could hear her. Sweat was running from her 
naked body like a river making her as 
slippery as an eel. She pushed back against 
Tim's rampant thrusts, matching his rhythm.

All Nicola wanted was for the boy to screw 
her as thoroughly as possible, and Tim was 
more than satisfying that desire. While 
Nicola's squeals, gasps and moans got 
louder, Tim remained quiet - until now. He 
threw back his head and let out a low growl, 
his skinny body shivering.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he announced. The 
boy tried to pull out of Nicola, but, as 
with Mike, her greedy cunt held him in 
place, milking his dick with expert ripples 
of her velvet muscles. With a grunt Tim 
tugged himself free, disengaging his love 
truncheon with a sucking noise. His 
quivering cock spurted white cum in all 
directions, splashing all over Nicola's ass, 
her back, the floor, his own legs and even 
some on the walls.

At the same time Nicola let out a shuddering 
yowl. Her lithe model's body convulsed, and 
she accompanied Tim in orgasm. For a moment 
her arched her back, her body wracked with 
pleasure, before collapsing back face down 
in the couch.

"God I needed that," she murmured.

Sammy unzipped his pants. "My turn now," he 
said, eyeing up Nicola with a hungry look.

"Sorry, Sammy old mate," Nicola replied as 
she made ineffectual attempt to wipe the 
gunk off her nude body. "I guess that 
terrible itch just got scratched."

Sammy stood downcast, his drooping cock in 
his hands. "But, but, I'm all ready and 
waiting to satisfy you, Knickers my sweet."

"Perhaps later. We've still got an 
infomercial to shoot. I'll go clean up, 
while you get the boys back to school." 
Nicola jerked her head in the direction of 
Mike and Tim, who were busy getting dressed. 
She couldn't help but smile at the thought 
of what stories about her would be flying 
around their high school by tomorrow!

"Then when you get back we can get this show 
back on the road."

"Um, OK," Sammy sighed, unable to hide his 
disappointment. He stuffed his dick back 
into his pants. "Come on, guys."

Alone, Nicola slipped into the shower. She 
closed her eyes, feeling the warm water 
cascade over her naked body. She couldn't 
remember the last time she'd enjoyed a bonk 
as much as that, and with a pair of nerdy 
teenagers too.

Nicola took a bar of soap and proceeded to 
lather up her boobs. They looked pretty much 
the same as they always did, back to her old 
38-inch bust, a decent B-cup. The very 
assets that had brought her fame and wealth 
in Hollywood had come through the experience 
unscathed.

But despite all the problems they had 
caused, she liked her big, sensitive 
knockers and the feelings that went with 
them.

Still, Nicola thought to herself. With 
BustyPlus, she could have them back to visit 
any time she wanted.

END
