Story: "Wank Magazine #1"

[humble.fool]

To offset the growing number of long-form, prolonged-sexiness stories being bandied about, I figured I'd offer up something a little more... immediate. It's actually longer than I planned. No, I won't write a sequel, sorry.

***

"Wank Magazine #1"

Billy sprinted upstairs, the thick magazine clapped to his chest. Giving a hurried thanks to whatever God there was that protected horny adolescents from their parents, he hurried to his room, slammed the door, and fell, panting, to his bed, the magazine sliding to his side.

"WANK" it said, in giant block letters. "COLLECTOR'S ISSUE #1" was slightly smaller beneath it. The rest of the cover was taken up by the most beautiful woman Billy had ever seen.

She was reclining on a couch, her modesty barely protected by three carefully-placed purple stars. "JENNIE WHITE" the cover proclaimed, in a slightly different, but complimentary color to the masthead. "We Want YOU, The Valued Reader, To Have A MAGICAL Time With Our First Covergirl" was in slightly smaller typeface.

What had attracted Billy to the magazine was not so much these typological entreaties but instead Ms. White's titanic bosom on display. She had what Billy considered to be the biggest breasts he'd ever seen. This was actually untrue; his best friend's grandmother, a 500-pound beast of a woman, had larger breasts by volume, but he'd only met her once, and didn't really consider her a subject worth lusting after.

But Jennie! Billy gave a low whistle as he carefully removed the plastic wrapper from the glossy magazine. He'd been moving too quickly before to get a good appreciation as to how big she was, but now, in the sanctity of his own room, he was taken aback by her size. Her breasts reached from her neck to her elbows, pancaking flat on her body as she lay on her back.

He flipped open the magazine and straight to the center: Jennie's photoshoot. Billy always liked reading the little blurbs at the start of spreads like this. Although he was sure they were as fake as professional wrestling, they served much the same purpose as those kayfabe storylines, in that they gave him some investment in the proceedings.

She was "19, and in college right now to be a genetic engineer. I like puppies, of course, but I also ski whenever I get a chance. I'm a vegetarian, and love the taste (but not the texture!) of tofu.

"I'm sure all of you out there are interested in my measurements. Let's see, I'm 5 feet, 8 inches, I weigh 130 pounds, my hips are 42 inches, my waist is 26 inches, my inseam is 18 inches... what else is there?

"Oh! Of course! My tits! I do like to call them that; they're too huge for as prosaic a word as 'breasts' or something. My tits fit snugly into a specially-made K-cup bra I had sent from overseas. They each weigh almost three pounds, which is a lot of weight for someone my size!

"I started growing really young, but my tits didn't start blowing up until I turned 16. I was really small and just had a pair of tiny little tits, and then, bang! Over one summer I went through four bra sizes, and mom and I got to know the fitting lady really well!

"They just kept going and going. At first I thought they'd be a hindrance, but after I saw what they did to boys at school, I urged them to get bigger and bigger, just like you're doing, Billy."

Billy, who had been mouthing along until that point, stopped short and re-read the last paragraph, this time paying a lot closer attention.

"They just kept going and going. At first I thought they'd be a hindrance, but after I saw what they did to boys at school, I urged them to get bigger and bigger, just like you're doing, Billy. Yes, you."

He jumped as a woman's voice read those final words, and looked around, praying that his mother hadn't somehow snuck in without him noticing.

"Down here, Billy."

He looked down. There, waving on the page and smiling, was the image of Jennie White, moving. "Shit!" He said, leaping back about a foot.

"No, no, no, it's OK! Here, give me a hand here, will you?" A woman's hand came rising out of the magazine, slender but otherwise full-size. It was followed by a slight bit of wrist, which cut off on the surface of the paper, but seemed rooted in it somehow. It beckoned to him, then grabbed at the air. "I can't pull myself out, you know."

Cautiously, he reached forward and clasped hands with it, and gave a little tug. With a flash of light, Billy suddenly found himself holding the hand of a very naked and very real Jennie White, who was very much lying right on top of him.

"Ahh! Now, where were we, Billy? I believe the next paragraph was me starting to describe my favorite sex acts."

"You're-- You're-- You're---"

"Mm, yes, I'm Jennie White, in the flesh, all 145 pounds of me. I had to fudge a little in the stats sheet, you understand. All the rest is true." She smiled invitingly at him. "Now, sex acts--"

"But what are you doing here?! You just came out of that magazine!"

"Of course! Didn't you read the letter from the editor?"

"What?"

Impatiently, Jennie picked up the magazine and flipped it open to the inside cover. "Dear Purchaser: Congratulations! You've purchased the first in what we hope to be a very long line of WANK magazines. This issue contains out special, magic-patent-pending CENTERFOLD spell, allowing you to get more up-close and intimate with our beautiful covergirl, Jennie White! Just open up to her pages and you won't believe what happens next!" She set the magazine down. "Signed, ERASMUS B. DRAGON, Publisher Emeritus."

"Erasmus B...?" Billy muttered, his mind utterly failing to handle this final piece of information.

"Dragon. Yes. A very nice man. Now, sex acts." Billy was still lying on his back, knocked flat from the appearance of this beautiful woman, and Jennie positioned herself on top of him, on all fours. Her breasts were big enough to just brush his sunken teenaged chest.

"As for sex acts, I'm a simple girl. I want one thing from a lover: for him to fuck my tits. After than, I'm game for anything, but I absolutely must have my giant tits fucked." She slowly lowered herself down as she spoke, her breasts pressing, with more and more weight, against Billy. "Do you think you can do that for me, Billy? Would you fuck my tits?"

"Jennie, I--" He could feel her on him, smell her body, and could even see her long brown hair falling in waves around his head, and the single diamond stud in her left ear. There was no logical reason she could be in his room, and yet, here she was. "I've either gone insane, or this is real," he said as Jennie looked at him, waiting. "Either way, I'd be crazy not to."

"Oh, good," Jennie said. "Let's start things off right." She shimmied down his body, her breasts rubbing against him in the most delightful way. She gave his already-loosened pants a quick tug, and then flung them aside. "Well, look at you. All ready to go, aren't you?" His erection was standing at full mast, jutting from his boxers like a rocket.

"Well, you are pretty hot..." he said, sheepishly.

She stopped her examination of his dick and looked up. "Pretty hot? Just pretty hot?"

"Uh, well," Billy backtracked hurriedly. "You're really hot!" He finished, lamely.

"Come now, tell me. What do you think Could be improved on this body?" She frowned at him.

"Your, uh, your tits."

"My tits? What's wrong with my tits? Don't you love giant tits like these?"

"I do, it's just, well... When you said you were urging them bigger and bigger in your teens, I just, uh, I wish they really were even bigger now. There's nothing wrong with them! I just, uh..." He trailed off at the sight of her smiling.

"Billy, I'm a magical construct of a porn magazine. Pick up the article again, and read the third paragraph."

Billy, confused, did so. "Oh! Of course! My tits! I do like to call them that; they're too titanic for as prosaic a word as 'breasts' or something. My tits fit snugly into a specially-made M-cup bra I had sent from overseas. They each weigh almost seven pounds, which is a lot of weight for someone my size!" He looked up sharply at the end of the paragraph, and watched, amazed, as Jennie's breasts began to swell.

They resembled a time-lapse video of a huge vat of rising bread dough, he though absently, as she kneaded them between her hands. Before, if she'd crossed her arms beneath her breasts, her forearms might have remained visible; now there was no chance. As they came to a stop, they hid from view both her upper arms and most of her torso, and stuck out what Billy guessed to be about a foot from her body.

"Uh! Wow, that feels good. So, Billy, now what do you think of me?" They were sitting on their knees, facing each other, in the center of Billy's bed. He blinked a few times, and then, threw himself at Jennie, his mouth closing around her little pink nipple like a hungry child's. As they fell backward, he came up for air, and then took another giant mouthful of breast, licking and sucking at her impossibly-massive teats.

Jennie just gasped and moaned as Billy mauled her breasts with both hands. "Remember-- Billy--" she managed to get out. "A good-- solid-- titfucking!"

He obviously did remember as he rose up to rest his hips on her torso, his dick so hard it pulsated. The sweat covering both their bodies was lubricant enough, as he vanished into her deep cleavage and began pumping away, his hands pressed tightly to her breasts to try and keep their voluminous flesh under control.

He pressed on like this for maybe a minute, both of them grunting and moaning, when Billy felt an odd tingle all along his dick. "What-- what's that?"

"The next paragraph-- is how I never-- have sex with anyone-- who doesn't have-- a foot-long dick--" Jennie said, looking a little wildly at Billy.

And obviously, this was still true. Billy's dick, which had been completely swallowed by Jennie's breasts, was now starting to poke out the top of her cleavage. He was, he realized, experiencing just what porn spam promised billions of people every day: he was getting longer, thicker, and more sensitive.

"Ooh!" Much more sensitive, in fact. "I think I'm going to cum!"

"Do it! You've fucked me so good! Cum all over my tits!"

He pulled out from her cleavage not a moment too soon, and splurted all over her mammoth mammaries. She cooed appreciatively, and Billy watched, fascinated, as his much-larger dick came what felt like buckets. Jennie reached up and took a little dollop onto her finger, stuck it in her mouth, and made a face. "Not the best-tasting ever, but you take what you get." She squeezed her breasts together again, watching the cum slide around on her skin.

Billy sat back, suddenly winded. "Wow, Jennie, that was something..." He yawned, and clapped his hands over his mouth.

Jennie laughed. "Oh, you men, always falling asleep right afterward." She stood up, breasts wobbling. "I'm going to clean up. You get your shut-eye! You've earned it." He made a motion to complain, but before he even realized it, sleep overtook him.

***

"Billy! I'm home!" Billy awoke with a start, splayed out on his bed, the magazine underneath him. He flailed for a minute, trying to remember where he was, and quickly grabbed the magazine and shoved it under his covers.

His mother walked in a moment later. "Catching some rest, eh?" She said, her eyebrow cocked.

"Y-yeah. Long day." He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sleep out. "What time is it?"

"Almost dinner. Come on down, I brought pizza. Mary'll tell you all about what happened at her soccer game, too." She turned and left, heading back downstairs.

Billy snuck a peek under the covers, and was disappointed to see that Jennie's breasts on the cover seemed the same size as when he'd purchased it. He wondered if he'd simply fallen asleep and dreamed that incredibly vivid dream. Deciding not to dwell on it for now, he made his way to the bathroom, and stopped.

On his nightstand was a single diamond stud with a note. He looked down and grabbed at his package; it felt noticeably bigger, then grabbed the note.

"Make sure you buy next month's issue, so that we can try that again! I think we left them a little small this time around. Next month, I'll make 'em so big I won't be able to stand anymore!" it was signed with a single J.

He never missed a single issue.

[JBird]

Me likes

[GRAVENAU80]

Very cool premiss

[spongebathe83]

Wow, good story. The long stories are hard to slog through but this is real nice.

[humble.fool]

I posted the sequel in the Growth forum because it fits there better, but there's some boob-love in it as well. http://www.process-productions.com/f...d.php?p=294289

[reapermaen]

Great story. Well done.

[Existimatio]

Hey awesome

[lunchbox06452]

Great work can't wait for the next issue lol

[spathicblond]

I really enjoyed reading this and it's sequel! I really hope there's a part 3!

[humble.fool]

WANK Magazine #3

There are few things in life, Alphie mused as he walked in his front door, better than dating a model. He and Veronica, said model-girlfriend, had a routine set up: whenever she did a nude modeling gig, they'd go over and re-create the published result, shot-by-by-shot, but 'continue on' from where the cameras stopped rolling.

He'd just picked up the issue that she appeared in of something called WANK Magazine. She was standing on the cover, staring at herself in the mirror, dressed in some sort of futuristic techno-metallic bikini, as her reflection's arm came out of the mirror. "OUR ANNUAL TECHNOLOGY ISSUE" the cover proclaimed. "Our Experts Examine The Latest Advances In Sexual Engineering". Veronica's centerfold photoshoot was billed on the cover "Our New Model JANDRA Examines The Ethical (And Sexual) Issues Of Human Cloning."

"Veronica?" Alphie said ask he took off his shoes. "Where are you?"

"In the bedroom!"

Alphie smiled. She certainly wasn't wasting any time today.

Veronica was lying on the bed when he entered, and Alphie was delighted to see that she had managed to keep the bikini she'd used for the shoot. He raised his camera, noting the large mirror she'd found as well. Setting the magazine on the bed, he flipped open to the shoot. "So, you started out in front of the mirror..."

Veronica nodded and sat up. "Yeah. They first had me stand perfectly still, though, and have my picture taken from a bunch of different angles for the 'special effect' of the other me coming out of the mirror. Really weird cameras they used, too." She hopped to her feet, her large breasts bouncing wonderfully, and padded over to the full-length mirror. "Anyway, they had me get closer and closer to the mirror, staring into it." She started doing this, and Alphie started taking pictures.

They held this tableau for a minute or so, as Veronica came closer and closer, seemingly captivated by the mirror, thrusting out her ass, her chest, seeming to let the mirror 'see' all of her body. Then, in a re-creation of the final un-enhanced shot of the spread, she gave her reflection an enormous kiss.

Alphie took a few more pictures, and then Veronica lifted up, still leaning against the mirror's frame. "That was it, really. They said they'd fill in the rest of the shoot using 'MagicShop.'"

"Not Photoshop?"

"No, 'MagicShop.' Anyway, I can at least mimic the further shots." She leaned away from the mirror, just like in the next picture in the sequence. In the magazine, there was an arm coming out of the frame, and then, just like as in the magazine, an arm came gliding out.

"What the--!" Veronica said, falling backward in fright. Out of the mirror stepped... Veronica.
Alphie had seen Veronica naked enough times to realize that this naked version of his girlfriend was physically identical to his real girlfriend. He absolutely refused to panic, recalling rumors he'd read on the Internet of a supposedly benevolent "magic porno magazine" on store shelves. Had his girlfriend posed for it?

"Veronica-2, reporting." The double -- no, clone, Alphie realized -- said mechanically, then seemed to come alive and fall into a natural, Veronica-like pose. "Ahh! Hello, Original Veronica! And Alphie!" She reached down and helped Veronica to her feet.

"But-- how--?" Veronica stammered for a few moments, before Veronica-2 pulled her into a tight embrace and strong kiss. Alphie had the presence of mind to snap a picture of his girlfriend tightly in the arms of... herself.

For a moment, Veronica appeared to resist, and then began to return the kiss with gusto. They broke off after almost half-a-minute. She turned to Alphie and smiled. "Alphonse..." she said, in her huskiest, sexiest voice, "my sister here and I would love to work out the latter part of the shoot with you."

"Uh..." Alphie hesitated for a moment, natural caution preventing him from diving in, but he quickly realized it hadn't been a question. The twin beauties advanced on him as he sat on the bed, and rapidly disrobed him.

At some point, 'his' Veronica had ditched the bikini set, and now there was absolutely no way to tell the two of them apart. "So, uh," Alphie said as they pressed him back against the pillows, "which one of you is the original?"

"Oh, Alphie, does it matter?" One of them said. "We share the same thoughts," "the same body," "the same desires," "even the same boyfriend," they said, so quickly in sync that it sounded like a single voice. "Just accept we're both Veronica." "Exactly the same person, but there's just two of me!"

Any protests he might have raised were silenced as the pair of Veronicas started massaging him, his body caressed by their hands and, increasingly, their entire bodies. One Veronica began "massaging" his penis, and quickly switched over to a blowjob as he grew hard.

Alphie tried not to cum instantly -- after all, he had plenty of Veronica to please, and didn't want to neglect any single one of her -- but she'd always prided herself on her abilities, and that, combined with the continuing massage that the other Veronica was giving him, meant he lasted only about a minute.

"Let me give you a few minutes to recover," Veronica said, and, after both of her helped Alphie sit up against the headboard, she turned her attentions to herself.

It's really hard to figure out how to refer to her-- them-- her and her clone-- er... Alphie thought as his libido recovered. Plural? Singular acting as a plural? Veronica and Veronica -- both of Veronica, maybe? He paused in his thinking about the problem to admire the view as Veronica performed what might technically be termed oral masturbation with the other Veronica.

The pair lay in the classic "69" position, lapping away at each other, moaning. Alphie hadn't known that his girlfriend was bi-sexual, but he supposed that this wasn't really a good test of that proposition anyway; how did the old joke go? "Is having sex with yourself incest or masturbation?"

They tensed up and appeared to orgasm in unison. The Veronica who had been lying on top got up and went over to the mirror and, shooting Alphie a shit-eating grin he was all-too-familiar with, kissed it. As she stepped back, another Veronica stepped out, but, instead of being a perfect clone of the original, as the first one the mirror generated had been, this Veronica was different. She appeared to be, on the whole, prettier: her hair was slightly longer, and more luxurious; her ass more shapely; her breasts, bigger and perkier. She smiled at Alphie. "This is the next step in cloning: subtle genetic modification." She kissed her sister, and Alphie realized that all three Veronicas now looked exactly like the newest one.

All three came back over to him, pressing their bosomy bodies to his. Quickly, one of them mounted him, with one of the other Veronicas facing her, straddling his chest, while the third was on his legs, groping the one who was mounted on him from behind. They shimmied and jiggled on top of him in unison, and it was only that Alphie had just cum minutes before that kept him from losing it again.

He stayed hard, though, and Veronica -- all three of her -- appeared to be enjoying herself. The outside parts of the Veronica sandwich, however, soon started to take a greater interest in each other than they did in either Alphie or the Veronica having sex with him, and the pair slid off, groping, sucking, and rubbing against each other with passion. The Veronica still riding him lowered herself down to lie against his chest, her hips still thrusting against his dick, her breasts pancaking against his body.

The Veronica on top of him shuddered and her body stiffened against him. She kissed him, then raised herself off of his still-erect penis. "Hang on," she said, her voice almost a coo, as opposed to normal speech. "Let me get another one of me to help out." She stood and went to kiss the mirror. As Alphie blinked, there were now two Veronicas there where the one had been, and both of them were, once again, bustier and prettier than the previous one.

Time flew by in a blur of breasts and lips and hands and sex. Four, five, six, seven, ten, fifteen; he lost count of how many clones there were after a while. Each time she replicated, Veronica got a little prettier and a lot bustier. At one point, he had two sets of clones making out on either side of him in the bed, with one resting above him, his head resting on her meaty thighs, her massive breasts almost obscuring his vision of the Veronica riding his cock, the breasts wobbling about on her body each much larger than her head. In his peripheral vision, he could see other clones in various states of sexual activity, and could see them occasionally wandering over to the mirror and summoning yet another prettier, even bustier clone, and all the others would, when he wasn't looking, 'upgrade' to the new form.

He felt like a body, shipwrecked at sea, and thrown not between harsh waves but ever-growing expanses of female flesh. At one point, he found himself lying in the middle of a ring of at least a dozen Veronicas, each one with breasts the size of prize-winning watermelons, as they almost literally buried him in an avalanche of breasts. Still later, he was standing, sandwiched between two Veronicas, their bean-bag-sized breasts pressing against every inch of his body from his neck to his knees. He could see more Veronicas pressing against the pair who held him; he felt like he was buried in a beach somewhere, and, instead of sand, the beach was nothing but boobs.

Eventually, the sexual haze deepened, and everything passed into unconsciousness.

***

Alphie awoke spooning Veronica beneath the covers of her bed. He carefully disentangled himself from her still-sleeping form and stretched, taking stock of the room. The mirror was leaning against the wall, and the room seemed unchanged. He shook his head. "What a strange dream..."

The camera was resting on the nightstand, and Alphie went to transfer the images from the "photoshoot" to his laptop. Her against the mirror, her kissing the mirror--

Alphie stopped up short. The next image was the shot he'd taken before everything had gotten out of control: Veronica kissing her clone passionately on the lips.

"'Morning, Alphie," Veronica said as she walked into the living room. "I think I'd like to look over next month's issue of that magazine with you, too."