Well-Stuffed Melons - Part 5 of 8
by Charlotte Dickles

SYNOPSIS

Just who was it who'd suggested the title for the next performance of the amateur dramatic group? Because when the lead actress drops out, it leaves a vacancy for a big-busted woman to prance naked on the stage, which nobody wants to fill. Fortunately, being a lead actress is not all work and no play.

The complete story has been serialised into eight parts which will be published at approximately daily intervals.

Author's Note: This story is a light-hearted, cross-dressing romp and contains various adult elements including adultery, heterosexual and homosexual acts, and humour. If reading about such themes is illegal or not to your taste, then please do not do it, or don't come moaning to me about it afterwards! It was first published on Fictionmania several years ago, and has now been modified. The first part, which sets the scene, is far longer than the other seven.

CHAPTER EIGHT - HELEN LOVES STUFFING

"You really don't fool me at all, Charlie," Helen said.

This time it was Helen who had invited me to her place, following our next rehearsal. Again, Louise had failed to rescue me from the situation, but by now, I was at least feeling a bit more confident about myself. And I was also feeling incredibly randy.

The previous evening after Geoff had left, I'd again totally failed to find my magic spot and bring myself to sweet orgasm. And when I'd telephoned Carol the next morning, asking her to look for the remote control to my "stereo", she'd spent several minutes on her hands and knees looking behind the hall table and underneath a dresser, but had failed to find it. "You must have left it somewhere else," she suggested.

I knew I'd have to go over there myself and search properly, but she was setting off to work shortly, and in the meantime, my breasts and nipples gave me a wonderful fluttering feeling every time I moved, almost, but not quite leading to orgasm.

Did I say a WONDERFUL fluttering feeling? All day long I had to run Charles's photocopy shop, moving here and there, reaching up to shelves and down below the counter, twisting and turning, and with every jog of my breasts, my body screamed, "Sex".

It wasn't even as though business was slack and I could keep reasonably still. Business started off normal enough, but then started to pick up about mid-morning, and became incredibly busy in the afternoon. The blokes I'd normally see once in a blue moon and have a quick chat with, all seemed to come in that day and want to talk for ages, whilst staring at my breasts, with the nipples protruding through my blouse.

And that made me feel even more randy! Now I'd always made it a rule not to mix business with pleasure. Sure, in my past life, there'd been plenty of good-looking girls coming in from adjacent offices with print jobs, but I'd figured that when relationships go wrong, as they always did with me, then it was that piece of business down the drain. If that happened with many clients, I'd soon be bankrupt. Was the position different, I caught myself wondering, now that I was a woman rather than a man? I didn't know the answer, but caution made me keep my legs closed for the time-being.

So I was feeling pretty frustrated when the time came for our evening rehearsals, and rather hoping that they would be promptly followed by something to relieve the day's frustrations. Consequently, when Helen of the conical tits had suggested I come back to her place for a coffee after rehearsal, I'd really have preferred it had been Alan who had made the suggestion. It was, after all, he who had first gasped at my boobs, and who was probably more than willing to assist in my search for a bloody great orgasm. However, I also knew that girl talk inevitably leads to showing each other clothes and trying them on, and a peep at Helen's pointed tits was something I'd wanted to do for ages.

Just as when Geoff had said virtually the same thing, I was rather circumspect about my reply. "How do you mean, Helen, I don't fool you?"

She smiled, a little secretive smile, and I had a dreadful moment of self-doubt. "You know, I don't think you even fool yourself."

I tried my best to look puzzled, then I returned her smile, and said, "You'll have to give me more of a clue, Helen. I haven't a clue what you're talking about."

"OK then." There was a real smirk on her face, now. "Your breasts are obviously false, right?"

Oh-oh! Somehow, I managed to keep the smile on my face and in my eyes, and nodded. "Sure. Lots of women have false breasts like mine."

"But why do they have false breasts, Charlie, and why is it different for you?"

Still I kept my smile, my mind frantically seeking an answer. "Well, I don't know how I'm different from the others, because I guess we all have our breasts enlarged to attract men."

"Exactly." A smile from Helen as though I'd given away my best kept secret. "So why is it different for you?"

"Tell me."

"Because you are not really interested in men. Oh, you may claim you are, but that's simply your upbringing - playing Mummy and Daddy with dolls as a little girl, and being told that someday you'll meet your Mr Right. It's all rubbish. You don't really want a man, do you?"

I tried not to release a huge sigh of relief. Instead, I said, "Well, I'm just a normal kind of girl."

"Of course you're a normal girl. I didn't say that. But it was obvious as soon as I first met you that you're attracted to women more than you're attracted to men."

"Well, I don't really know why you think that..."

"You'd like to see my breasts, wouldn't you?"

I gulped. "Well, you are a very attractive woman, Helen, and obviously I'm interested in..." I struggled for an instant and then it came to me, "...what type of bra you wear to give you such attractive breasts."

"You think I have attractive breasts?"

"Of course."

"Even though they are so much smaller than yours?"

"Yes."

"Well that just proves it, doesn't it?"

"Proves what?"

"That you desire women more than men. You see, even though you had your breast so obscenely enlarged - and I hope you don't mind if I call them obscene, but that's what they are - you are really attracted to my much smaller breasts. Agreed?"

"Helen, I'm getting hopelessly confused about this, but yes, I can say I think your breasts look very attractive."

"You'd better pull off my top, then, hadn't you, if you want to properly look at them."

Just as Carol had done with me the day before, I removed Helen's top and stared at her breasts, almost totally concealed behind her conical bra. It reminded me of that one worn by Jane Fonda in Barbarella.

"You'd better take off my bra now, so you can see them properly."

I didn't have to be told twice. I mimicked Carol's actions of the day before, the bra dropping to the floor.

"I thought you wanted to look at my bra, Charlie."

"Er... oh, yes, it's just that..."

"You find my breasts more attractive to look at."

"Yes." To be honest, I was more than a little disappointed that with the removal of her bra, Helen's tits had reverted to the normal, rounded shape of most breasts. I had really thought that with them being permanently held in the conical bra, they would be trained to retain that shape. Almost without thinking, I stretched my hand forward to test their level of softness. I had barely run my finger over an inch of her breast before her nipple went erect. Nothing like mine, of course, but there was no doubt that Helen was incredibly switched on.

"Well, you know what turns a girl on, don't you? Oh..."

Her words died off as I bent my head forward and ran a tongue over her left nipple.

"Oh, that's so nice, Charlie. So much nicer than any man could do it. Oh..."

I switched my mouth to her right nipple.

"Oh Jesus," she murmured, "I thought I'd have to coerce you to get you to this point. I didn't realise you've obviously been with a woman before. Silly me, but it was the way you'd had your breasts done that fooled me."

I pulled my top over my head and let Helen stare for a few seconds at my breasts restrained by my minimiser bra.

"Gosh. I've never seen breasts that size before. Presumably they're not very sensitive, are they... Oh my God!"

The latter as I'd undone the clasp on my bra and let it fall to the ground. My breasts, unfettered by the bra swung from almost underneath my armpits to softly collide with each other at the centre, sending a delightful shudder all over. My nipples, poking out towards her, demanded her attention - and got it!

I pulled her head down towards them, and the very first slick of her tongue sent the feelings of sweetness through me that I hadn't experienced since I'd left Carol.

"Oh my God!" It was me exclaiming to heaven, now, as I pulled Helen's head away from my one nipple and fed it the other. Just one suck sent me into my first orgasm - not a huge orgasm, simply a foretaste of what was to come.

"I just never realised," Helen said, when I'd sufficiently recovered to pay attention to her, "that having your breast enlarged would improve their sensitivity. They weren't that sensitive before, were they?"

I shook my head. "No, before I had these breasts, they had just normal sensitivity. It's only now that they've become so incredibly sensitive. But I think it's time, Helen, that I gave you more attention." I reached for the waistband of her jeans.