Life as a big-breasted elf (part 4)

[Tags: huge breasts, breast expansion, tall woman]

Caution: this part gets explicit, don't say I didn't warn you!

Artwork by: ohshinakai

Story by: me!

Start with part 1: here

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“Where did you pick this one up from?” The fat blonde man asked Luca. He spoke with the confidence of a man who did not care one bit that the subject of the question was standing a mere 4 feet behind him.

“Starbewbs,” Luca replied, taking a noisy sip from his cocktail. “Coffee place in Port Nelson. Heard of it?”

The two other older gentlemen sat on either side of Luca at the dinner table like lap dogs chuckled haughtily at this like. They seemed to be under the impression that he was joking. The blonde man on the other side of the table paused for a moment to glance over his shoulder at me. He shot me a vomit-inducing smirk with crooked teeth.

“No.” He grunted, turning back to Luca. “But let me guess, their milk doesn’t just come from cows, does it?”

The man let out a mirthful exhale of air and grinned at his fellow guests like this was some outstanding jest that demanded praise. Luca and his two yes men—who seemed to be present for no reason other than to make up numbers—offered a politie chuckle and a roll of the eyes.

Only four more hours of this, I told myself. I counted the ceiling tiles and the candles on the chandelier to try and settle my nerves. But as my eyes wandered around the room, looking anywhere but at the men, they eventually landed on the other person whom I was trying to avoid looking directly at—though in her case for very different reasons. Renee was standing against the wall opposite me, hovering awkwardly behind the other men at the dinner table like a statue, just as I had been instructed to do. The moment I set eyes on her, I could not stop a smile from creeping its way onto my mouth. It was too difficult not to. The very sight of that woman was enough to melt all my frustrations away. I would be able to get through anything if I could look at her while doing it.

Renee noticed me looking playfully rolled her eyes at me. With an index finger pointed towards her mouth, she mimed a gagging gesture. I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from bursting into laughter.

“Well, I couldn’t tell you that.” Luca continued on, “Coffee was rotten stuff. Not exactly what people go there for, if you get my drift. The business must have been run by fools as well as perverts though. They clearly didn’t know what they had on their hands with this one. No chance I was going to let her keep working there.”

I bit down on my lip even harder, threatening to break skin. I was in danger of giving myself an injury if they didn’t stop this infuriating conversation about me soon.

“Do they let elves work on the Coast then?” Asked the grey-haired yes men at Luca’s left.

“They do,” Luca confirmed, speaking as though he was an expert on such matters all of a sudden. “They have a minority population down there. Mostly scattered though. No unions. She was able to work, but only fairly meaningless jobs like that. Much better off here, that’s for sure.”

“Aren’t you worried about the labour office finding out about her?” The man to his right chimed in.

Luca licked his lips and set his glass down on the table.

“Well as far as they know my staff are all human. You’d be surprised how many of my associates have elves working for them in situations like this. I’m not concerned. We might have to hide her if they plan on a visit though… little chance that this one would be able to pass as human.”

Luca looked up at me for the first time in hours and winked. I contorted my mouth into a position that I hoped resembled a smile. It was likely not convincing. I was blowing this, and I knew it. There I was thinking that I could be stoic. All of my life I had learned to let these sorts of comments wash over me. What had changed in the last few days? Was it simply that I had fooled myself into thinking I had escaped my old life at last? That couldn’t have been further from the truth. The setting may have been very different, but the nastiness lying just underneath the surface was exactly the same. I was an object to be gawked at back at Starbewbs, and I am an object here—just a very well-dressed one.

It was little more than half an hour into this dinner party, but already my nerves were fried to a crisp. I was not sure how many of these unveiled comments about me I was going to be able to stand before I started going wild. So far I had kept my cool, but only thanks to Renee.

“I look after you here, right Kinsley?” Luca was saying.

He waved his hands to beckon me to the table. I did as I was told and dutifully trotted over to my employer and stood behind his chair. With him sitting down, and me in my 6-inch heels, my elevated bosom created a canopy that drowned the man in a shadow of my own making. It was something of a relief that my own body made it impossible to even see him down there. I was sick of looking at him already.

“Yes sir, very much so.” I heard myself say in a pathetic waifish voice that was half an octave higher than my own. Another of Renee’s suggestions. She said that the best thing to do would be to make myself sound younger and dumber than I actually was—at least at this point in the evening.

It was all part of the game, apparently. We needed to make these men feel like we were no threat. She had even gone so far as to suggest I resort to baby talk—a technique of one of Luca’s former girls, she claimed—but that was going too far in my opinion. This voice I had come up with was bad enough. Little chance I would have been able to stomach maintaining anything more humiliating than this for longer than five minutes.

“It’s definitely a better occupation for an elf than working as a barista, right?” Luca babbled away from somewhere down beneath my protruding chest.

“Yes sir” The little girl’s voice answered from my mouth.

Clearly unflattered by the fact my breasts were looming directly over his head, he then pushed his heavy wood-carved dining chair away from the table to get himself into a better angle. He shot me a snarky grin from behind his orange-tinted sunglasses. For a moment it reminded me of the way he looked at me back at the coffee shop, though I do not recall being as nauseated by his face as I was now.

“And besides, she looks fantastic. Right, gents?”

Murmurs of agreement were exchanged between Luca and his guests. All except for the blonde, who remained slumped in his chair like a petulant child. Now that I was on the other side of the table, he was scowling directly at me. I did not like that one’s look at all. He was visibly inebriated before he even arrived, and since then, the man’s eyes had not left my body for longer than 10 seconds all night.

“The clothes are beautiful, yes,” I replied stone-faced, trying my best to ignore the way the guests were removing those clothes in their minds while they stared at my body.

Luca then lowered his glasses and gave me the slimiest, and most-obvious dressing down with his eyes yet.

“Glad you think so, though I am sorry about the… fit.” He remarked, gesturing towards my chest with his hand, “Usually Mathilde is a lot better than this.”

I felt my cheeks flush red. What this rotten individual needed was to be picked up by the scruff of his overpriced suit and for a 6-inch stiletto to be shoved up one end. As I thought over how best to respond to this new level of indignity, I spotted Renee out of the corner of my eye. She was still standing up against the opposite wall, staring right at me. Her eyes were cold and focused, as if she was transmitting some message to me telepathically: do not rise to him.

Fortunately, even Luca seemed to sense that I was on edge, so instead, he cleared his throat to save face, and dismissed me,

“Okay then. That’ll be all darling. I think we’re done here. Why don’t you and Renee go and get us some drinks? We’ll head into the drawing room now.”

“Of course, sir,” My mouth replied, steady and polite. Somehow the image of internal calm seemed to come through in the tone of my voice, though this was more instinctual than intentional on my part.

I had to keep strong. For her sake. Renee had already suffered one meltdown from me that night, and this was not something I liked making a habit of. Most of all, it was not behaviour that was becoming of an elf. Elves do not break down like that. But in the moment I truly felt like I had no recourse left. There was nothing I could do. The pressure had built up so much, I had to let it out to someone.

The problems really started when I woke up that morning. I had been expecting my ovulation, the early signs were all there, but not this quickly. I can’t say what triggered it to come on prematurely, whether it was the new environment, a change in diet, or the strange dreams I had had the night before. But whatever the cause, I woke up that Friday morning and was met with the unpleasant realisation that I was in full heat.

If I had been any other elf, perhaps I could just get on with my day, pretend like there wasn’t a little voice screaming in my head, demanding sex every five minutes. But for a gigantomastic elf like myself, ovulation was an even more difficult and exhausting process. After all, these breasts were my body’s way of signalling to the world my anomalously high levels of fertility. So during those periods, when the conditions inside my body were primed for insemination, my breasts made sure to herald this fact in the most spectacular of ways. Every cycle differed, but typically they would swell to around 20—40% larger than their natural size—on rare occasions, about once a year, they were known to even double in size. But as well as growing to an excessive size, they were also terribly sensitive and tender during these periods. Even the gentlest brush against another person would be enough to send me wild with lust. During my worst ovulations, it sometimes felt like I could make myself become wet on command—simply by thinking about the possibility that someone might fondle my boobs.

Of course, all of this was just something I knew I had to deal with. It was a fact of life. This was the body I was given, and the more I anguished over it the worse it would be for me. It was the same as when I worked at Starbewbs. When my cycle would come around, I would just switch to my ovulation clothes (really just the same clothes but in slightly looser sizes) and get on with my day. Most times I would not be fortunate to have any ongoing romantic prospects, so I would typically use every free moment I had to wander off to some quiet place and masturbate. Luckily for me, I would usually be so fired up in those moments that I could finish myself off in a couple of minutes.

As questionable as this new job was, I admit that I’d hoped it meant those sad, lonely, sex-less days would be in the past for good. Sadly, I was wrong. As for the sex, that remained to be seen, but getting through my ovulation cycle was clearly going to be just as torturous as ever. While this new occupation of mine offered so much more than my old life ever could, privacy and wardrobe flexibility were sadly not among them. So that evening, after having stressed about the woeful state of my body for the better part of a day, my worst fears were realised. None of the dresses that Mathilde had provided fit me, and it wasn’t even close.

It took at least an hour of arguing with Renee before we eventually settled on one I felt somewhat comfortable being seen in. It was a stunning light-pink strapless number, decorated all over with a hand-stitched floral pattern, and with buttons that fastened at the front, serving little functional purpose. Initially, I had dismissed it as just another hopeless case, until Renee suggested that it would not be too egregious a fashion crime to just unfasten a couple of those decorative buttons to allow my chest the extra breathing room it needed. It was clearly not what Mathilde had in mind—the style of the dress was intended to be much more on the elegant and glamorous end of things, than having something as bawdy as an open cleavage. I suspected it also ought to have covered up a much larger percentage of my breasts than it currently did. But, as Renee so astutely reminded me, it was not like any of the men would care either way—all they wanted was the illusion of glamour to hide the fact that underneath they just wanted to see some hot women with big tits.

Unfortunately, even with my wardrobe issues partially resolved by Renee, this was not enough for me to get out of my own head about everything else going. I was a horny mess of an elf, and I was making myself even more of a mess by worrying so much about it. I could sense that I was getting on a vicious death spiral that had only one ending. Not how it was supposed to be. When she began to explain what was in store for us that evening, I could barely focus on anything she was saying. My eyes kept drifting unbidden to various parts of that incredibly toned yet voluptuous body of hers. I had masturbated so many times that day already, and yet nothing had really scratched the itch in just the right place. The problem was that I was still reeling from the dreams…

As a rule, I had never been someone to suffer from particularly vivid dreams. Usually, any memories of my dreams would start to disintegrate the instant I woke up. However, the one exception to this was during the start of my ovulation, particularly during that first night during which my breasts swell up. They were known colloquially as ovudreams among elves, and most frequently appeared as overly-convenient plot devices in movies and literature. I had read that ovudreams were actually not an especially common phenomenon and were nowadays considered to be something of a trope in elf media. But regardless, they were very real for me.

The dreams that preceded my ovulation would be intensely erotic affairs. In fact, they were often physically exhausting, in a way that regular dreams could never be. Their content was explicit and sometimes gruesome in nature, containing truly excessive amounts of sex and very little else. At the beginning of most of my cycles, the erotic content of these dreams would be rather ill-defined—centred more around the vague concept of sex, rather than intercourse with any specific person. That was until last night. Last night’s ovudream very much did have a subject: Renee.

It simply does not make sense to me why my brain has decided to fixate on that woman to this extent—to the point that I am having dreams about violently ravishing each other’s bodies. I was never even someone who self-identified as bisexual really. Sure, I appreciated a good-looking woman; and a woman who was skilled with her fingers or her mouth was just as capable of satisfying me as a man with similar skills. But this feeling was foreign to me. What I felt towards Renee was possibly the most intense physical attraction I had ever felt towards any human. It would have been remarkable enough for a human to have even appeared in my dream to begin with, but to have her be the sole focus was something else entirely. Usually, the casts of my ovudreams would be some diffuse medley of male elves—composed of ones who I had seen in photographs at one point or another. I had never had an ovudream about a woman before, and I had certainly never had one in which the central role was such a lifelike representation of a single acquaintance.

I thought that perhaps I would be able to get through the day and cast those images aside—remind myself that the fantastical woman in my dreams had no bearing on the real person, who was still essentially a stranger to me. But almost as soon as Renee set foot in my room after I called her round to help me pick out a dress, I found my imagination melting irreparably into reality. In a way, it was impossible to tear the two images apart because the real Renee truly was like an angelic manifestation of a dream. That woman was just so, ridiculously beautiful. Everything about her, from her lips, to her perfect nose, and her beautiful green-brown eyes. The pristine and sumptuously tanned skin. That incredible body, with those oh-so-well-shaped and yet gloriously huge tits. The woman was a living goddess. And to top it all off, she was brilliant, smart, funny, lively, with no ego or prejudices to speak of, and with just the right amount of hyperactive spark to make every single conversation with her exciting and energising. I may have known her for little over 24 hours by that point, but I was simply overcome by an intense mixture of lust and admiration for her, the likes of which I had never experienced for anyone else before.

As the two of us went through my wardrobe, one dress after the other, I had to bite my tongue hard to simply get through it. She kindly offered to help squash my boobs into some of the smaller items, but after a while, I had to force her to stop. If she kept on touching my breasts like that, I would probably have had no choice but to throw her onto the bed and ravish her there and then. That simply could not happen. It didn’t matter what sort of sexually frustrated turmoil was going on inside my own mind. She deserved to be saved from that. It didn’t even matter what I thought anyway, the woman probably had zero interest in a pathetic horny elf with giant, swollen breasts in the throes of her ovulation cycle. I had no idea if she was even interested in women for that matter. Sure, she clearly held some kind of fascination with the size of my chest, but as she said herself: this was simply just because I was the first woman she had met who was larger than her.

Leaving the guests in the dining room, I walked alongside Renee towards the kitchen. I was reminded just how revoltingly gaudy this entire place was. The interior decoration had been done according to some directionless mishmash of styles, as atrocious inside the house as it had appeared from the outside. Every fixture and fitting looked like it had been designed to be about 10% more elaborate than it needed to be. And yet somehow, despite this all being unimaginably expensive, the overwhelming impression was that the mansion was cheap and tacky—a dollhouse for the shallowest man on Earth.

As we entered the kitchen, Renee grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I felt my heart flutter at the mere touch of her soft skin on mine.

“You’re doing so great,” She whispered to me.

In her gorgeous bone-white evening gown, she looked truly like a celestial being. It was just as skilfully crafted as my own but had the added bonus that its cinched waist and huge bustier fit her unusual proportions so perfectly that it was almost like she had been sewn into the thing. Although her impossibly round and perky breasts still stuck out of her slender body like a sore thumb, thanks to her unwavering arch-backed posture she carried them proudly and effortlessly. It took a great deal of willpower to stop myself from grabbing her and burying my face in the soft pillowy cleavage every time I saw her.

“Are you sure? I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I whispered back, unable to hide my exasperation suddenly pouring after being suppressed for so long, “Why are they all so gross?”

Renee began stroking my upper arm to calm me down.

“That’s the whole point. Luca’s using us to mess with them. It only works when they’re weirdos or creeps. Just try to have fun with it, that’s why I do. I like to imagine all their sad little dicks cumming at the sight of me—which isn’t far from the truth a lot of the time. Just remember that all those yucky comments are a front for how pathetic and ugly they feel when they see us.”

I tried my best to imagine it, but all I could see were Luca’s leering eyes behind those idiotic tinted sunglasses he had chosen to wear indoors for some reason. It was impossible to see them as pathetic, they were snide and nasty. I just hated them. I remembered how the chubby blonde guy licked his lips as he ate, with his silly long hair and patchy beard.

“I hate this Renee. It’s bad enough already just standing there like some living statue, but what happens now? I guess we will have to talk to them?”

Renee went over to the marble kitchen island, grabbed two bottles of expensive Japanese whiskey.

“Remember what I said: Young and dumb.” She continued, “If in doubt, just let them talk at you while you top them off.”

I let out a full-bodied groan as she passed one of the bottles to me.

“Fine. It’s just so demeaning. How do you stand it? You heard them talking back there, they’re not just creeps, they’re stupid creeps. How are these people so rich? What do they even do? I mean, you’re an intelligent woman, you see that they’re full of hot air, can’t you?”

Renee’s expression changed, her eyes went wide and dewy, and she shot me a sultry look with pursed lips,

“Oh no.” She replied, putting on an unappealing childlike affectation “I’m not vewy smart. I’m just a girl. You must be so super duper smart sir, to be so rich. You must know lots of things. Maybe… you can teach me?”

Renee had begun to saunter towards me as she spoke. She placed a thumb on her lower lip and with her other hand, she playfully twirled a lock of hair.

“Yeah I get the message, Renee.”

“Wow, hehe, you’re so smart and handsome.” Renee giggled away, ignoring me. “You must get so much attention from girls. Would you ever be interested in a girl like me? I’m sorry my boobies are so big.” She gave them a light lift and a squeeze.

I slapped her on the arm.

“Okay that’s a little too much don’t you think?”

Renee laughed in her normal voice again.

“Chill out, babe. I was just trying to get you to smile for once. Obviously I wouldn’t take it that far. Something along those lines is all.”

“I’ll try my best,” I replied sullenly. “Anyway, do you think—”

“Ladies!”

A loud voice coming from behind me made me turn around on the spot. Standing there, leaning up against the doorway to the kitchen was Luca. I thought for a moment that he was angry with us for some reason, but his face betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

“Hello sir. Everything okay?” I inquired in as deferential a tone of voice as I could muster.

“Everything’s wonderful, Kinsley,” He answered, taking off his sunglasses and hanging them over the open collar of his silk shirt. He walked slowly towards where Renee and I were standing. The pair of us towered over the man by such a great distance that he almost had to crane his neck back to maintain eye contact with us. It was his own fault really. He had instructed us both to wear these pairs of punishingly sharp 6-inch heels while we worked, which made my height perilously close to 7 feet. Compared to Luca’s stunted legs and squat torso, the height difference was staggering, and yet by his posture and attitude alone you would never have guessed it. He gazed up at my Amazonian figure with the same assertive confidence as he had always done. I had often dealt with men on the shorter side who were unable to hide their resentment when being in the company of a woman so much taller than them, but there was no such resentment in Luca. He seemed to relish the fact that these two towering giant-breasted women were in some sense under his control.

Once he was standing directly in front of us, Luca opened his arms out wide and awarded us with a toothy grin.

“Main thing is, the two of you look incredible.”

“Thank you, sir,” I replied politely,

“Yeah, thanks.” Renee mumbled in agreement.

Luca then looked directly at me, and gave me his customary dressing down with his eyes. His smarmy smile faded in a performative way.

“I just wanted to say though, Kinsley, you can lighten up a bit, okay? When I met you back in that little coffee shop, you had a lot more fire in you. Bit more of that would be great.”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek.

“Of course, sir. I’ll try.”

“Atta girl” Luca spat back at me patronisingly. “And one other thing—perhaps you didn’t feel comfortable admitting it out there—can you please inform me what exactly is… going on here.”

Luca hovered his hands in the air on either side of my breasts and moved them around, as if somehow I needed a reminder that the things were mere seconds away from bursting free from my dress.

“Can you elaborate?” I heard myself say. Despite the fact I knew full well what he was asking, for some reason I wanted to hear him say it. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Renee give me a sharp glance, suggesting that this response was very much not in the correct spirit.

Luca’s performative smile returned, but his eyes remained cold.

“Your boobs, darling.” He stated plainly at last. “Can you explain to me what is going on here?” Luca’s tone was full of spite. He was clearly intending to intimidate me, even though every word was still accompanied by a smile. “I remember you were big, but not this big. What happened? Did you have a boob job in the last week or something? I don’t know what elves like to do for fun.”

I ground my teeth. Under any normal circumstances, I would have had no shame admitting what was going on with my body. Most people were unfamiliar with elf biology, and besides, I had nothing to be ashamed of, this was just my body’s way of showing that everything was still working correctly. But despite this, I didn’t want to do it. I shouldn’t have to explain myself to this man. He didn’t get to talk to me like this.

Unfortunately, my reluctance was only partly because of my intention to take the high ground. The true reason I was resistant to address the subject here was because Renee was standing right next to me. Frustratingly, and despite having had hours of opportunity to explain to her earlier today, I had still failed to mention why my breasts had suddenly grown so much overnight. I could only guess what she thought about all this. But so far, perhaps out of politeness, Renee had refrained from asking.

Unfortunately, I was now well and truly cornered. Luca was obviously unhappy with the state of my dress, and there was nothing I could do but come clean.

“I’m ovulating, sir,” I explained as calmly and rationally as I could. “This happens every so often. Usually, they are predictable, but this time it came quite suddenly. I’m sorry. I hope I can give Mathilde more warning next time.”

For the first time, Luca seemed lost for words. He took a step back to get a better look at my breasts, which were eye-level with him and wider in extent than his entire body. I guess that they would have weighed a decent fraction of the man’s body weight too. All of these mental calculations seemed to happen in real time inside his head.

“Right” Luca mumbled. “Well, look, it’s not that I have anything to complain about… But please make sure you have better fitting clothes in future. I don’t like having you falling out all over the place like this. It’s a little… uncouth, don’t you think?”

My teeth ground together even harder.

“Yes, sir. Won’t happen again. I’ll be ready next time.”

“Good,” Luca replied sharply, straightening out his suit with his hands. “But in that case, since you’re ovulating, I suppose that means you are… how to put it… more fertile, than usual?”

I glanced over at Renee for just a moment and then back to Luca. This was all far too much to handle at once.

“Yes,” I replied through gritted teeth.

“Right. Well, make sure Sven uses a condom then. Won’t have a repeat of the Robyn incident.”

Luca made a rather disgusted-sounding grunt, before snatching the bottles of whiskey from mine and Renee’s hands and trotting out the door.

When I was sure he was out of earshot, I turned to Renee and buried my face in her perfect angular shoulder. Our breasts collided, causing a fleeting jolt of pleasure to shudder through my body. For a moment it felt like the two of us were balanced there, giant bosom rested up against giant bosom.

“Oh Renee I’m so exhausted.”

“Shhh, babe,” She whispered, stroking the back of my head. “You’re doing so great.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my ovulation, I was too embarrassed.”

“Oh stop it. Don’t worry about that. It doesn’t matter. To me you are as gorgeous as ever, the bigger your boobies get, the more beautiful you are in my opinion.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, despite myself.

“Thanks, Renee. But what was he talking about just then? Who is Sven? Was he seriously implying what I think?”

Renee briefly checked the open kitchen door and then looked back at me.

“You remember the blonde guy? That’s Sven. And, yeah… Either he told Luca himself that he likes you, or could be that Luca’s just guessing. Whatever the case, it looks like Sven’s yours now… Sorry, this is about as much warning as you’re likely to get from Luca.”

“So he wants me to fuck that guy?”

Renee nodded and placed a pair of comforting hands on my shoulders.

“Mmhmm. But remember, he can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, right? You can just say no if you’re not up for it. He’ll be pissed… but—”

“No. I’ll do it.” I replied, defeated. “The guy’s disgusting, but I’ll do it. I need it, Renee. My ovulation—as you have experienced first hand already—makes me go a bit loopy. I think it’ll be better off for everyone if I just get it done.”

Renee seemed highly surprised at this admission.

“Uh, wait, what are you saying? When you were explaining it just then, I thought this was like a period but for elves or something.”

“Not exactly. It comes before my period. In fact, we both ovulate, Renee. It’s just that for elves it’s just a little more obvious. My body really likes to make sure that I get the deed done.”

Renee seemed intrigued.

“Huh. So does that mean you actually want to fuck this dude?”

“It’s complicated.”

She paused in puzzled thought for a moment while the cogs turned in her mind, but eventually, the easy-going smile reappeared on her face.

“Well, whatever.” She chirped, giving me a light-hearted shrug. “Go get it then girl. You do what you need to do.”

She then pushed me back gently back out of the door, but not before giving me a playful slap on the butt for encouragement.

The ‘drawing room’ as Luca had described it was little more than a carpeted living space, with several large leather sofas situated in a square around a heavy dark wood table which had bottles of expensive imported alcohol strewn all across it in a haphazard way. The room was illuminated only by an elaborate glass chandelier that hung a little too close to my head for my liking. Across three of the four walls, from floor to ceiling, were a series of grand bookshelves full of books. The books seemed to be both old and new, however they were so neatly arranged that I was sure none of them had been touched since they were first placed there. As with every other part of Luca’s mansion I had seen already, this room was more performative than anything else—an idiot’s idea of where an intellectual might spend their time.

Renee went to go and sit in between the older gentlemen who had lingered behind after dinner. Just as she had done earlier in the night, she let them chatter away about some irrelevant topic, ensuring to giggle like a maniacal schoolgirl whenever they made an attempt at a joke. The only difference was that she was now significantly more attentive with their glasses—not letting them sit empty for longer than a few seconds before refilling them with whiskey. Luca, on the other hand, sat alone in a large armchair. He watched both me and Renee in silence, occasionally taking calculated sips from his own glass. I myself, now aware of who my intended target was for the evening, decided to situate myself on the end of a blue leather-bound couch, right next to Sven—presently on his fourth refill.

Sven was a remarkably bland individual. I realised that my initial estimation of his age, based on the scruffy, unmaintained beard he wore, was most likely incorrect. Now that I could see him up close, I guessed that he was probably only in his late twenties, not much older than me in fact. He was dressed by far the most slovenly of all the people in that room, a far cry from the grandeur of the outfits Renee and I were wearing, and definitely nothing close to Luca’s designer suit either. Instead, the outfit he had deemed appropriate for the event was a pair of scruffy jeans, old sneakers, and a well-worn zip-up hoodie. It was almost impressive just how little regard this individual seemed to place in his outward appearance, despite being surrounded by such opulence.

As Renee had suggested, I decided to play along and just allow him to talk at me. Unfortunately, the cocky and ill-tempered man who had been sitting at the dinner table had disappeared the moment I sat down next to him. At first, I couldn’t quite understand what had happened. Given all of the aggressive and puerile comments he had made about me over the dinner table when putting on that show of bravado to Luca, I assumed he wouldn’t have been able to wait to get to a one-on-one with me so that he could tell me to my face just what he thought about elves. But that was very far from what happened. Now that I was sitting there, mere feet away from the man, somehow all of his facade had disintegrated. It seemed that I had managed to dispel all of his pretend masculine confidence, leaving behind nothing more than a small, nervous boy.

Although Sven was desperately shy, and now getting increasingly drunk in large part due to my influence, I did manage to glean a few details about who he was. It was clear that his outward image of dishevelment was intentional. As it turned out, this man was exceedingly wealthy like all the other guests. Not content to simply let me take him at his word, he even confirmed his net worth by Googling himself on his phone for me. I made exaggerated gasps of astonishment, heaping praise on him for having accrued such a fortune. This certainly helped bring him more out of his shell, though my dishonesty rubbed against me—truthfully I was not impressed in the least. Sven claimed to owe his success to having developed a secure payment service for independent sellers. While this was presumably a somewhat lucrative venture for him, it could not possibly explain his vast net worth. I happened to notice when he Googled himself that he shared his name with a famous family in the Northwest region who controlled much of its petroleum distribution, so it was not a reach to assume that the majority of this man’s wealth came from an inheritance. But regardless of its origin, the pieces were falling into place for me now. I realised that Luca saw this man merely as a very gullible pile of money.

While Sven rambled away about the mind-numbing details of how his payment service worked, I slowly edged my way towards him. Every time I would refill his glass, I would slide a few inches down the couch. By the fifth pour, I was sitting up against him, with the side of my bosom rubbing his upper arm. The sheer size difference between us was staggering—I felt almost like a giant compared to the man. Sven was almost a foot shorter than me and his body weight was perhaps only a fraction of mine. As I pulled myself closer, the heaving weight of my body pressing down on the couch created an incline that forced him against his will to slide even closer to me. I sensed the tension building inside of him as our thighs connected.

For a time I had wondered if there really was any attraction there, seeing as he had yet to make any move towards me suggesting that was the case. But now I realised that it was simply that this physical attraction was so overwhelming for him that he did not know what to do with it. I could see his sweat and feel his heartbeat. When he spoke, he would not even look in my direction. I was clearly setting something off in this man, even if he was too drunk and too nervous to have the initiative to actually try anything.

At that point, I felt a new feeling come over me. I knew I needed a different strategy. While I may have been essentially forced into this ridiculous situation, the more I sat next to this trembling wreck of a man, the more I realised that it was I who held the power here. He was so stricken with some mixture of fear and lust for me that he could barely even move except to take increasingly frequent sips in a vain attempt to build up some Dutch courage.

By the seventh pour, I decided the charade had gone on long enough. I placed one hand on his left thigh and squeezed. Looking down, I then stole a quick glance towards his crotch to check that it was having the desired effect. It was.

“So… uh… anyway, that’s how the authentication token is constructed… uh…” Sven was saying. “I think Luca was interested in it because…uh… well, y’know…” His voice began to crack as he glanced down at where my hand was. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. The beads of sweat forming around his temple were beginning to make strands of scraggly blonde hair become damp.

“It’s all very impressive Sven,” I answered with a breathy voice directly into his ear. “I’d love to know more about it. How about we discuss the more intimate details of your business in private.”

I draped my words in as much suggestion as possible, fearing that even spelling this out explicitly would not be enough of a hint for this man. As I spoke, I slowly shuffled my hand up his thigh. The jean fabric around his crotch became visibly tighter.

“Uh… I mean… if you want?” He stuttered.

“Absolutely,” I continued on assertively, “let me lead the way.”

Taking a firm grip of Sven’s hand, I yanked him out of his seat. With him stumbling along behind me, I led him out of the drawing room, and towards one of the empty guest bedrooms that Luca had shown me earlier in the evening. It was just as disgustingly decorated as any other room in that house, but this one at least had the virtue of being lit by candlelight alone, as opposed to dangerously low-hanging chandeliers.

“So um… what exactly did you want to know about.” Sven blabbered on like some innocent fool once I had closed the door behind us.

“Oh just to learn all your secrets. You’ve made such an impressive fortune for yourself, you must be very intelligent.”

For a fleeting second, I worried if I could be laying this on a little thick, but Sven took no notice of my egregious exaggeration and simply gulped. He pointlessly tugged at the crotch of his jeans to try and hide his erection from me.

“Well… I guess so, yeah. I’ve done pretty well.” He answered, each word slurring into the next.

“You’ve done very well” I confirmed. I walked towards him slowly—slow enough to allow the man to drunkenly absorb every inch of my body. “Very well indeed.”

Sven was a terribly short individual, barely even coming up the height of my mid-chest while in my heels. I stopped just short of him, far enough that our bodies were not touching, but close enough that I could loom over him like a mother would loom over a disobedient child. Sven craned his neck up towards me. His pupils were dilated. I heard him audibly gulp once more.

Without saying a word, I gave him a sharp shove to the shoulders, sending him falling backwards onto the bed. Before he even had time to catch up with what I was doing, I slipped my strapless gown down over my breasts, partially ripping the fabric on the front in my haste. My ginormous swollen breasts tumbled out in all their magnificence. I felt an immense feeling of relief from finally freeing the sensitive flesh from the binds they had been stuck inside for hours.

With my breasts on full display, I then dropped to my knees so I could do the same for Sven. I deftly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his legs to the ankle. His boxers were red and the elastic was worn down to fibres from overuse.

“Oh shit… I… wow, you are fast.” Sven spluttered. “A-are you sure?”

“Is this what you want?” I asked in a voice absent with any emotion.

Sven nervously cleared his throat.

“I mean… Luca said that you… you would—”

“Forget Luca, what do you want? Do you want me?”

“Uh… yes. But surely you—”

“Shh. I’m a girl who knows what she wants too,” I interrupted before he could finish, yanking down his boxers to reveal a modestly proportioned and uncircumcised penis, standing to attention. “Just relax. Why don’t you tell me about your servers again.”

Sven was breathing heavily, looking down at his own cock, clearly willing it not to finish before I had even made contact.

“Uh… I mean… wh-what do you mean? What about my servers?”

I placed one hand around his cock and gently applied pressure.

“Oh, I was just thinking… You only have one server right? In your data centre in Obanville, you said?”

“Fuck. Wow… um…” He mumbled as I began to move my hand up and down.

“It seems like you could be vulnerable, is all. Do you ever worry about data breaches, denial-of-service attacks, things like that?”

“Oh shit, that feels good.” Sven threw his head back as I clenched down harder and pulled faster.

“But what do I know about these things?” I continued on, innocently, “I’m just a naive little elf. It does seem like it would be easy to take you down though.”

“Wait, what are you saying?” Sven brought his head up for a moment and acknowledged me. I released his penis from my grip.

“Oh, nothing. Why don’t you just relax? Do you like me, Sven?”

He looked confused, the alcohol was clearly clouding his ability to stay in the room with me.

“Fuck… yeah… y-you’re so hot… I couldn’t believe you were even real when I saw you… An elf. Fuck. I’ve never been with an elf before… I’ve never seen anyone with boobs that big before either.”

I placed an arm under each of my swollen and painfully tender breasts to heave them up.

“Oh these?” I whispered, my lips trembling from the very sensation of touching them, “You like large breasts, do you? Well, they’re very heavy you know, and very sensitive right now.”

“Oh… Right. Well… what should I do?”

“Maybe you can give them a try,”

Without warning, I angled my body over Sven’s lap and rested the full weight of my bosom on top of his lap. His penis disappeared into a crumpled figure beneath their crushing weight.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed.

The instant Sven’s yelp left his mouth, I felt a warm stickiness in between them. I didn’t even need to look to know what had happened. And sure enough, when I lifted up my breasts again, Sven’s disappointing cock was already beginning to shrivel up. Several thin white tendrils of the prematurely ejaculated semen dangled between the underside of my right breast and the head of his penis.

“I… uh… sorry,” Sven blathered, “I couldn’t… hold it. You’re just too beautiful.”

I was unable to stop my eyes from rolling at that. This was far from the first time this had happened to me—I didn’t even want to hazard a guess about the number of times I had heard that exact excuse.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek. I felt the frustration build. This could not be the end. I wasn’t done. Although this unplanned orgasm had partially sobered Sven up, he was still obviously incapable of thinking for himself when in my presence. He was staring up at me gormlessly, as if waiting for me to tell him what to do. Although the man repulsed me, my mind was still swimming in a haze of vague, untargeted desire. A desire that needed to be satiated, regardless of whether he would be the one to do it. I needed to have an orgasm, and soon.

“Well, what do we do now?” I asked Sven, or no one in particular, my hands resting impatiently on my hips “I wanted to fuck you, Sven. But you’re already done.”

“I… I’m sorry ma’am. I’m sorry.” He replied idiotically.

I had to stop myself from audibly groaning. It shouldn’t have been this easy to get him under my control. How had this puny man submitted to me so willingly? Was it simply embarrassment?

“How are your fingers?” I asked him sharply. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“My-my fingers?”

“Yes. You’re a smart man. Why don’t you try? Do your best.”

Clambering up off the floor I stood over him and then threw my full body weight onto the bed, pushing Sven down onto his back. My breasts took up so much space that they engulfed his head for a moment, and threatened to suffocate him. Sensing that he wouldn’t be able to support my body weight for long, I reluctantly rolled onto my side and let the heaving masses flop down onto the bed, filling up the space between us.

Sven rolled onto his other side so that the two of us were facing each other. His expression remained dead-eyed and drunk. This too would need some direction on my part it seemed. So I pulled up the hem of my dress to provide access and then grabbed him by the skinny wrist of his right hand. With a firm yet pointed shove, I pushed his fingers past the fabric of my underwear until they were fully inside of me.

“Go on.” I encouraged him. “You do know how to pleasure a woman, don’t you? Or would you rather use your tongue?”

“I—I’ll try.” Sven mumbled.

I noted that his arousal over this situation seemed to have vanished along with his erection. All that was left in its place was fear.

The boy then attempted to experiment for several minutes to try and find any series of finger motions that might satisfy me. I tried to meet him halfway by testing out different angles to orient my body, but even then his attempt was so hopeless that there was really nothing I could do to make it any more enjoyable. After a while, it stopped being frustrating and instead became an utterly depressing affair. The man was obviously so inexperienced with women that, even as starved for sexual gratification as I was, he still could not give me a modicum of pleasure.

This was going nowhere, and both of us knew it. I yanked Sven’s hand out from my vagina and promptly lifted myself up off the bed. My swollen breasts hung naked in front of him, pendulously swaying back and forth as if they themselves were admonishing him for his sexual failure. I looked down with derision at the man. His small penis lay moist and limp, resting against his thigh.

“This isn’t working, is it Sven?” I asked him accusingly, “Do you not know how to pleasure a woman?”

“I—I’ve never been with someone so beautiful like you… I’ve never been with an elf.”

“Well, we have all the same parts as human women, so I don’t see why that should be a problem.”

I let out a mirthless laugh. This was just too absurd. As frustrated as I was, I had to find amusement in this. The man was so hopelessly humiliated by me, that I really could have done or said anything I wanted. But I didn’t care enough about him enough to try. I only wanted one thing.

I started to try and fix up my dress, and walked towards the door. In the corner of my eye, I saw Sven begin to panic, presumably at the mere implication that I might be about to leave.

“No! Please! Let me make it up to you. Anything. I’ll pay you. Don’t go… I… I want you so badly. Just stay with me.”

I turned back and looked down my nose at him, giving him the darkest glower I could manage.

“I don’t need your money. What I want is an orgasm… But look at you, I don’t think there’s much you can do.” I gestured towards his crotch. “Not for a while, at least.”

Sven scrambled up onto his knees.

“There must be something I can do. Just tell me what to do.”

I thought for a moment. There was this wretched look to the man—the thin veneer of feigned masculinity had weathered away so quickly, leaving nothing but the innards of a young boy. It was surely my right to be cruel to this man—the man that had been so happily insulting me not hours earlier. But when I thought about it, I realised that it was simply unnecessary. That was not how elves reacted to slights against their person, no matter how cruel. Most of all, I just felt nothing for this man. What I did feel was the burning desire roaring inside of me. That screech of intense desire that refused to subside. Suddenly I had an idea.

“I think you need to be taught how to pleasure a woman.”

Like an obedient puppy, Sven began to frantically nod.

“Yes. Please. I want to learn. Tell me what to do.”

“No,” I replied, pulling the torn dress up over my breasts as far as it would go. “You need to be shown.”

Without saying another word, I left the room. I strolled out towards where I could hear voices. Luca and one of the other men had remained in the drawing room and were now smoking cigars, filling the unventilated space with acrid smoke. I slipped past them quietly, ensuring that they would not see me. My dress was half-destroyed, and falling off my body, but with one hand clasping the front buttons together I managed to keep the majority of my chest covered.

I tiptoed towards the kitchen, where I found Renee—a glass of white wine in one hand, scrolling mindlessly on her phone in the other. Off to one corner was one of Luca’s mute housemaids, paying neither of us any mind. When Renee spotted me, her eyes lit up. I felt the burning sensation inside my body intensify the moment our eyes locked. Now that I was barefoot and she still in her heels, she overtopped me by a couple of inches.

“Uh… hey Kinsley, everything okay?” Renee whispered hesitantly. Her eyes were drawn down at the long tear that I had created down the front of my dress. “Guess you were right—that thing didn’t last long, did it?”

“I need you,” I replied hurriedly, ignoring her question. My breathing had suddenly become heavy and laboured.

“What for…? Oh… you mean?” Renee nodded towards the bedroom.

“Yes. I need you to help me.”

“But why? Did Luca ask—”

“No. He did. Sven asked for you.” The pain of regret hit me the instant the lie left my mouth. Why did I do that? This beautiful creature did not deserve to be embroiled in the unravelling of my own mind. I really must have been too far gone now.

“He wants to see us together. He wants to watch us.”

I had been preparing for Renee to immediately react with horror at this. The idea that I had suddenly come up with on a whim was not just a total fabrication, but utterly inappropriate. But Renee did not react with horror. In fact, she barely reacted at all. Instead, she casually raised an eyebrow at me and shrugged.

“Oh really? Well, come on then, better not make him wait.”

As I was definitely not going to receive any clearer sign of consent than that, I grabbed Renee by the wrist and whisked her back to the bedroom as fast as possible. This time, I paid no mind to Luca and the other man smoking. By this point, I did not even care if they saw me in this state.

Back inside, Sven was still there, lying back on the bed with his trousers and boxers around his ankles. His penis remained flaccid and unremarkable.

“So. This is the man who wants a bit of a show, is he?” Renee proclaimed once the door was closed behind us.

 I knew I had to navigate this properly. Sven I could handle, but Renee was a much more perceptive woman. I couldn’t allow either of them to discover what my ruse was here.

“Yes. This boy needs to learn how to satisfy a real woman.” I replied in a theatrical and overly-confident tone, intended to suggest to Renee that the two of us were already in the midst of some kind of game. Renee took the hint like a true professional.

“Ah ha.” She replied, shooting the pair of us a knowing smirk, “Well, as it happens. I know all about that.”

Without saying a word, I fell to my knees and lay backwards on the floor. I beckoned Renee to join me with a sultry wag of my index finger in her direction. Lying back on the carpet, I allowed her to climb over me on all fours. Her breasts hung down heavily on her back but soon rested atop my own. In this posture, my breasts were falling all over the place—tumbling out of my dress and piling up into two colossal mounds on the floor on either side of me. I licked my lips, and Renee fell towards me. Our lips collided. The mixture of the warmth of her mouth, the divine suppleness of her tongue, and the weight of her glorious boobs pressing into my engorged and hypersensitive ones—all of this magic together sparked a feeling of ecstasy that I had not felt for as long as I could remember. We had known each other for such little time, and this woman knew me like no-one before her. She understood me. Everything about her was perfection.

Ignoring the pain in my breasts, I reached around Renee’s slender body and pulled her closer towards me. Our chests smooshed together, forming a giant formless mush of overgrown flesh. I clenched my fingers down on the skin of her back—firm and muscular. I pulled her in harder. My hands then explored all parts of her toned and spectacular body that were within my reach. They eventually found their way down to her ass. It felt large and perfectly rounded in my hands—rock hard in the way that only a dedicated gym-goer could obtain. My breasts were screaming from the pressure now, but I wanted her closer. With my hands on her ass, I pulled her harder towards me, to the point that our crotches almost touched—though given the volume of boob that lay between us such a feat was impossible. The only way to get her closer now was to lift up my legs and wrap them around her body, locking the two of us in place like we were sculptures carved from a single block of marble.

I could now finally feel the warmth of her body exactly where I needed it. Renee briefly broke away her lips from mine to give me an enthusiastic grin, but she said nothing. Instead, she brought up her right hand and hovered it in front of my face. With a series of sharp cracks, she snapped off the giant false nails on three of her fingers. The hand then disappeared. Before I could figure out where it had gone, I felt the softness of her lips upon mine again.

A few moments later, Renee’s hands made their return, as I felt them force their way inside of me. I gasped, as she entered me. Her fingers provided such a different sensation than Sven’s had minutes earlier. This was not the fumblings of a naive boy, this was like experiencing a true master at work. In fact, it was alarming just how good it felt. She almost knew me too well. It was as if she had studied the map of the interior of my vagina for hundreds of years leading up to this single moment in time. Every place that she needed to go, she found—guided only by unstoppable cries of pleasure that erupted involuntarily from my mouth.

“Fuck. Oh… fuck.” I heard myself mutter in between gasps. “Renee… how are you so—”

“Shh. Relax” She whispered into my ear, her voice taking on a quality I had yet to hear from her. “I told you. I know what I’m doing.”

I did as I was told. Every time Renee thrust, she curled up her fingers slightly, which created successive waves of mind-numbing sensation—a mixture of pleasure and pain that shuddered through my body from the base of my spine up to the tips of each strand of hair. It took all my strength not to scream, the feeling of ecstasy was so intense. A few times I could not be confident that I had managed to keep these internal screams of pleasure that were going inside my mind from making their way out through my mouth. I could not believe this was happening. I was so happy. Not only because this utterly foolish, and lust-fuelled plan had actually worked, but because this goddess was actually pleasuring me.

Renee then released my lips and began to explore elsewhere with her mouth. She started with my neck, kissing and sucking at parts of my skin, sending small lightning bolts of pleasure crackling through my body with every touch of her lips. Then she moved to my ears, kissing the lobe and licking them all the way up the very end of their pointed tips. The music of her heavy breathing sounded loudly in my head—it confirmed that this was playing out not only in my imagination. Renee must have been getting something out of this too, she had to be.

Renee kept her right hand inside of me, but with her left, she began to explore my breasts. They were far too large for her to get any real purchase on, but she tugged and squeezed at their sore yet pillow-soft flesh anyway. Occasionally she would pause to grab a nipple and give it a sharp pinch in between her thumb and index finger. But eventually, her mouth made its way down to my breasts to join her hands. She kissed the endless expanse of my ginormous bosom, with the focal point being my erect nipples.

This woman was truly an expert multitasker—all while she explored my body with her mouth and her left hand, her right hand kept on working its magic down inside of me, almost like it was a mechanical instrument, purpose-built to pleasure me and nothing more. For a brief moment, I began to think what a fool I was to consider myself to be skilled in the bedroom. It was laughable. Compared to this woman, I was an amateur. It terrified me to even think how she had learned to be so skilled. Even now, with me doing little more than being ravished by this goddess, I still could barely keep up. Every time I thought I could pause to catch my breath to try and last a little longer, she somehow found some new way to ramp up the intensity of her lovemaking even further.

The pressure of Renee’s body lifted from my own. I could see that she was beginning to get into the posture that would allow her mouth access to what lay between my legs. But I could no longer take it. It was too much. The woman was simply too good. I’d thought that maybe I would be able to return some of the favour when this was over, but she was sapping all of my willpower and energy with little more than a deft twist of her fingers. I felt myself approaching climax. And then, everything went black. I disappeared into oblivion for an unknowable amount of time. And then I returned. The room rematerialised around me. Renee was there, standing up now, and looking over me with a kind smile. The shadow that cast on her face from that angle made her almost look like a different person for a moment.

If I hadn’t felt so wonderfully satisfied, I might have been humiliated by this. All in all, the experience could not have lasted longer than 15 minutes. It was by far the fastest that any person, man or woman, had ever given me an orgasm, and it wasn’t even close. I wanted to get up and regain some of my dignity but I simply couldn’t. My breasts had come free entirely from all of my clothing and were flailing about in a mess all around my body. I was paralysed—stuck on my back like a helpless upturned turtle, unable to move.

To think that I had gotten her so wrong. This woman was not just blessed physically, she was perhaps the most gifted sexual lover I had ever encountered. I was almost overcome with awe for her. Every facet of this woman seemed to shift the more I got to know her. I had thought she was some naive thing, a poor woman in an unfortunate profession that exploited her looks. Not a sexual goddess who could paralyse me with pleasure from a mere touch.

Renee stood over me and smiled proudly, like a warrior having vanquished some giant-breasted monster. She looked down at me and then over to Sven, prompting me to remember his existence. He was still on the bed, with his cock in hand. Although his erection had returned, he looked too shell-shocked to know what to do with it.

“Was that clear enough for you?” Renee proclaimed, “That’s how you satisfy a woman.”

She then took a moment to quickly flatten out the wrinkles in her dress, before sauntering out of the door without giving us so much as a second look.

Continues in part 5