Karine called me about an hour ago, she’d like us to meet because there are some changes to the plans of the condo and she’d like to review them with me. I’m supposed to meet her at my place during lunch time. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I just tested something… Jo was just there, working and minding her own business, when I started wondering if I could make her breasts grow like I did yesterday. And almost immediately, she looked startled and looked down at herself. Yeah, her boobs were filling out rapidly, growing an extra cup and pushing against her shirt. She covered her breasts and whimpered, looking at me. “It’s happening again!” she whispered urgently. “They’re growing again!” I grinned. “Why don’t you play with them a little? Maybe pinching the tips will help? Would you like me to talk you through it?” She didn’t need much coaxing, though. She looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers. She fought to keep her voice down, but it wouldn’t have been hard for anyone passing by to see what was going on (on one did, though). And after a minute or two of this treatment, she shook and came hard, her breath coming in short, spastic gasps. So, it look like I can make her breasts grow after all… I wonder why I couldn’t do it again yesterday. Maybe I’ll try again later, and if it doesn’t work, then perhaps it means it’s a once-a-day type deal? Curiouser and curiouser… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Karine showed up at around 4PM at the café, a bit red faced and embarrassed. She apologized for being late and we got to business right away. Even though she was wearing one of those big thick wool shirt designed to keep warm and hide her assets, I could tell from her aura that she was aroused. Since she was late, I couldn’t help get a little playful and pretend to take advantage of the situation. As we finished signing the documents and were ready to part ways, she apologized again for being late. I shook her hand and sent a spontaneous sexual shiver between legs and smiled. “It’s a bummer, that’s the last time I see you, right?” She paused, her eyes fluttering. “N-no, not really, I’ll be there every step of the way if you need anything.” I gave her “the look” and wiggled my eyebrows. “Aaaaaaanything?” I asked. I sent more heat through her. She stammered and blushed some more, still holding my hand but no longer shaking it. Her touch shifted to something… softer. “I… I guess so,” she replied with a small voice. I let go of her hand and walked away, but kept cranking up her arousal. I barely heard her repressed whimper, but I knew the heat had to be driving her insane and she had to be squirming to control her pleasure. By now, she’s probably thinking she’s inexplicably attracted to me and wondering how to get me in bed. Got a few ideas about that. I’ll be seeing her again, I’m sure… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

So I’m sitting here in the cafe, waiting for Karine, and she’s late. She somehow got confused (bless her pretty blonde little head) and had booked the meeting for 4:15PM instead of 3:15PM like we’d agreed by email. So now she’s on her way, but I’m still waiting. As I’m typing this, I’m reaching out to her body and increasing the sensitivity of her breasts. I’m going to double it every 5 minutes and when she gets here, I’ll let it drop by half every 5 minutes. She better get here fast or we’re going to have a very “interesting” meeting. 🙂 –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I was out of the office yesterday, had to get to a dental appointment that ended up taking most of my day. I probably have to go back on Friday… But this morning, I got there a little late. Jo was at our office, as usual, and talking to our boss. I nodded to both as I passed them to go sit at my desk. I started reading my email when I noticed one from Jo with a video attachment. My screen is facing a wall, so no one could see it. I made sure the volume was off and played the video. It was a selfie video from Jo who, through some clever cupping, was pushing up her cleavage into the webcam of her laptop. She had some small earbud headphones on and I can only assume she was listening to my voice. She certainly looked aroused enough, and the small tents on the tips of boobs swept any remaining doubt away. I looked over at her, but she and our boss were still engaged in conversation. Obviously, her boobs weren’t huge, but seeing her push them up into a super-cleavage like that made me wish they were. I found myself imagining them growing one cup size, overflowing from her bra and stretching it to capacity. I imagined they filled her somewhat form-fitting blouse and caused little stretch holes between the buttons at chest level–little sexy holes I could see her bra through. And then, I swear, it looked like that’s exactly what was happening. Her boobs started expanding. Slowly, but I noticed it. She shifted around on her seat and I could tell she was curving her shoulders a little to hide the inflation she was feeling. Her cheeks turned pink and she looked away at her computer, brushing her hair to hide her embarrassment. She mumbled some excuse that an important email had just come in and she needed to take care of it, and our boss left us alone. I looked at her. “Are your… you know… are they… getting bigger?” She nodded quickly and bit her lips. “Yeah… But that’s impossible! That’s crazy! How can that happen?” She looked around wildly and cupped her breasts as if to stop them from expanding that way. Her arousal was through the roof and I kept imagining her boobs getting bigger still. My gaze must have betrayed my interest and she snapped at me. “Stop it! If you’re doing this, just stop! I’m going to get in trouble!” I smiled. “For having super-sized boobs? I don’t think so…” My voice was still having an effect on her and she whimpered. I kept talking for a little bit, relishing in the sight of this sexy buxom woman rubbing her body and twisting in her chair, then stopped–both the talking and the focus on her growing breasts. It took a few minutes, but everything returned to normal. Her arousal lingered on for a good while later, though, as if she had enjoyed it and wanted it to happen again. In other news: in a few hours, I’m meeting with Karine to deliver a check for my condo… Oooh, the possibilities… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

This morning, Jo motioned for me to follow her (silently) to the stationery closet. She was wearing the same skirt I’ve seen her wear before, plus a blouse showing more cleavage than appropriate for the workplace. Once we were in the closet, she locked it from inside and unbuttoned her blouse a bit more. Damn those breasts looked good in that bra! I could see from her aura (and from her stiff nips) that she was already super excited and just waiting for me to talk. So I did. She moaned and mewed, and squirmed where she stood. In a bold move (for me), I grabbed her into my arms and whispered dirty suggestions in her ear (things I’d like to do to her lady parts, among other things). More moaning accompanied by intense shivering and pressing her body against mine. Screw this, I decided. I kissed her. She pushed her hips against mine, probably to feel how hard I was, then broke the kiss, probably satisfied by the answer. “Keep talking,” she ordered. So I did. She pulled up her skirt and kept squirming against me. Then she guided my hand between her legs and I knew what she wanted. (I bet you do too.) I slipped my hand in her underwear and pushed two fingers inside her. With my spare hand, I grabbed one of her breasts and freed it from the bra. I tweaked the puffy tips while I kept talking, and she convulsed in pleasure right at that moment. I thought she was good and done after that, but without a word, she knelt before me and unzipped my pants. She looked up, ordered me to keep talking, and returned her attention to my erection while pleasuring herself with one hand. A good time was had by all. Great way to end the week, if you ask me. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Sorry I couldn’t finish this yesterday, but I’m sure you’ll understand I had to take the opportunity while it presented itself. So Karine DID have an appointment with another client. They were sitting on high chairs in a corner of the cafe, facing each other. She’d pulled up her hair in a nice blonde ponytail and I had a great view of her profile (and did I mention how great a profile she has?). I didn’t want to get her into too much trouble with her customer, but wanted something a little bit sexy to happen. I could also tell he “liked” her and (when she wasn’t looking) was stealing glances at her big chest. (She was wearing a big wool sweater, but even that big loose thing couldn’t hide the big knockers beneath it.) I decided that every time he stole a glance, I’d make her breasts and nipples more sensitive. After 10-15 minutes of this, her aura was betraying her rising arousal, though she did a good job of hiding it from her client. She eventually folded her arms across her chest and craned her neck right and left in a veiled attempt at controlling her desire. She crossed her legs and squirmed very discreetly. I doubt her client noticed, but I knew she was getting hotter. By the end of the half hour, I had to leave, but by then her breasts were hypersensitive and she must have felt every little brush of the wool shirt over her bra. I could imagine her nipples being very hard and puffy, and she must have been mortified at feeling this way while at work. I would’ve kept this up a bit longer, but as I said, I had to go to an appointment with my banker, so I couldn’t focus on her anymore. I hope she made the sale, though… (P.S. : I told this story to Jo this morning. She wanted me to shut up at first, but her rings soon got her moaning and groping her crotch in hope of resisting her incoming orgasm–she failed.) –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I’m not joking, you’re going to think I’m making this up, but here I am, sitting at a cafe, waiting for an appointment with my banker in 30 minutes, and who do I run into? Karine, the busty blonde sales rep for my new condo, who’s meeting a client. This is going to be fun. I’ll finish this later, for now, I’ve got a thrall to play with… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Small interlude from my “misadventures” with Jo: yesterday was Superbowl Sunday (but you know that, right?). With Martine and a few friends, we went to this place called “Quebec Broue,” the local version of Hooters. The shooter girl (left) and bartender (right) were wearing nothing but underwear, pasties, and body paint. they were kind enough to pose for a picture, bless their bountiful assets! Thought I’d share it with you. Needless to say, I ogled them a lot. Martine punched me in the arm, so I made her come. That was a fun evening. The game kinda sucked, but at least there were lots of boobs around… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”