Hand Mirror Ch. 05 - Public

Overview:

You can read the previous ones or just jump in. Previously: A normal married couple, found a magic mirror and accidentally enlarged the wife's breasts and the husband's dick, plus some other magic edits and had a lot of sex. Now they go out to dinner and Monica's breasts grow larger than ever in front of everyone.

Warning:

This story contains ridiculously large breasts beyond anything in reality. Spoiler, there is also some nipple penetration at the end. If you are looking for standard love making, or don't like outlandishly large growth, please stop reading now.

Disclaimer:

The following contains explicit erotic scenarios, most of which are not physically possible! All characters are willing consenting adults. All situations are completely fictional, and any perceived connection to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental.

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Monica had a great day at work. Oddly, no one commented on her enlarged breasts, her newly tan skin, or the fact that she now looks 10 years younger. No comments like, "you look great today," or "did you do something different." She was prepared to say she got spray tan, used new makeup, or got a new bra, but no one asked. It was not that she needed any compliments. She felt great, as she floated through the office confident and sexy. The closest thing was a "Nice dress" comment from a female coworker.

One new thing she did notice however was all day people agreed with every idea she had. Even the jerks that regularly shoot down her contributions treated her with more respect. The day flew by and she almost forgot about dinner with her husband Nick and his guests. Luckily, she was already dressed to go out. She kept working and got out a little late, heading straight to the restaurant instead of stopping home like she planned.

Nick was already at the restaurant. The Walcotts met them shortly after Monica. All four were seated at a central table in the restaurant. Monica was across from Mark, the new guy at Nick's office. She sat between Nick and Kim, Mark's wife.

They shared small talk while they ordered food and waited for it to come. The waiter came with artichoke dip and a pitcher of water to fill their glasses.

"I would like more, please," Nick said, holding his glass.

As the waiter filled the glass, Monica's breasts began to grow. It felt like he was filling her up. As the water level rose in Nick's glass, cleavage spilled out of Monica's dress for anyone to see.

"So Nick, have you been here before?" Kim asked.

"This is my first time," Nick said, adding, "It is nice so far. I would like to come more."

Monica's eyes went wide recognizing the trigger word, fearing what was coming next.

Monica kicked Nick as he drank from his glass of water. Confused, Nick glanced over from the corner of his eye, his lips still on the glass, when he was shocked to see her breasts growing once more. Her chest was huge and likely twice the size from when they arrived at the restaurant. The once flowing dress was now stretched and squeezing her breasts, making a provocative skin tight deep v-neck top. Nick spit out the water and dropped his glass onto the table, and which poured down his pants.

"Oh my, let me assist you." The waiter said as he spread Nick's napkin out to catch the water.

"Thanks, I think I will need more." Nick said to the waiter.

"Sure thing," the waiter said, walking off to get more napkins.

Monica slammed her hands onto the table as the pressure built and her bust expanded once more. The fabric of her dress pulled and stretched as her tits pushed out and into the table, pressing firmly into the dip on her plate and smearing across her dress. Initially distracted by the water spill, no one had been paying attention to Monica, but from the commotion, now all three of them were staring at her chest.

"Oh my," Kim said, staring at the giant tits resting on Monica's plate.

"You two ok?" Mark asked.

"You got dip on your dress." Kim said, reaching a hand out toward Monica's swollen breasts.

Nick shifted in his chair as his cock stiffened. It was always hot seeing her breasts enlarge, but it was even better watching them grow in front of everyone.

"Please excuse me," Nick said as he stood up to go dry off in the restroom.

"I too will be right back," Monica said as she stood up to follow him.

They found a family restroom, went inside, and locked the door.

"What the hell was that?" Monica asked, slapping Nick on the arms.

"I don't know. We don't have the mirror any-more." Nick said.

"You did it again!" Monica said, as her tits expanded again.

"Did what?" Nick asked.

"You keep saying more!" Monica shouted, as the wrap dress could not stretch anymore, and her Tits slid out from between the fabric, bouncing freely and fully exposed.

"Remember this morning, the mirror had me grow every time you asked for more? I guess that is now a permanent thing." Monica shaking her breasts at Nick in frustration.

"This is crazy," Nick said staring at the huge tits jiggling in front of him.

"I need to get out of here. I can't see your friends like this," Monica said.

"Oh god, that is hot," Nick said as he took off his pants and pulled at the knot holding Monica's dress on.

"We cant do this here," Monica said.

"I know, we need to get you cleaned up and me dry." Nick said, helping Monica out of her dress and rinsed it out in the sink.

"You can sneak out to the car, and I will tell them we had to go," Nick continued.

They hung both of their clothes over nicks belt stretched between the door handle and the sink as a make-shift drying rack, with the hand blow dryer pointed at it.

"Now we wait" Nick said, staring at Monica's breasts now as large as they were in the shower this morning.

His dick rose to attention while he reached out and caressed the side of one breast.

"Are you serious?" Monica said, feeling Nick's touch, but unable to see it over the mountain of flesh.

"Once my pants are dry, I don't think this will fit back in them," Nick said.

"No one will notice. They will be staring at me, the walking tits," Monica said.

"Hey, we have a few minutes to kill anyway while our clothes dry," Nick said as he rubbed one of Monica's nipples.

Monica's eye closed momentarily as Nick rubbed the other nipple as well.

"Just a quickie, then you stuff that thing away and get me out of here," Monica said as she leaned back slightly against the sink and slid the crotch of her panties to the side.

Nick got down on his knees and licked Monica's clit, while sliding a hand up between her legs. He slid two fingers past his chin and then around the entrance to her pussy. Monica's breathing increased, bobbing her tits up and down on Nicks head as her pussy became wet. Nick slid his fingers into her pussy and flicked his tongue quick on her clit. His two fingers put pressure on her g-spot while they slid in and out. Monica started to moan rubbed her nipples that she could barely reach.

Knowing she was ready, Nick stood up slowly lining up his dick with her pussy, stopping with his knees bent when he was putting pressure at the entrance. Monica grabbed his cock and pulled him in, forcing him to stand up. Excited by her need to be filled, Nick rocked his hips pushing a bit deeper each time, until his 14 inch cock was slick with her juices. Once deep in he clamped his mouth around her left nipples and sucked hard, while he fucked her. A wet slapping echoed in the bathroom as humped each other seeking a bliss filled release. Nick grabbed her right nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

Monica loved the feeling. Her over stimulated magic filled breasts tricked her mind into feeling the sensations of her clit getting rubbed and licked at the same time instead of just her nipples. She didn't care anymore what people would think of her obscenely large tits, or how she would get out of the restaurant. She just wanted to cum on Nick's dick while fireworks exploded in her mind, from the jolts of pleasure her enlarged breasts were giving her.

"Cumming," was all Monica could say as Nick pounded her against the counter.

She closed her eyes and her tits jiggled as she twitched each time a wave of her orgasm crashed into her.

"Me too," Nick said overwhelmed by the sight of her breast shaking while she orgasm.

"Back up" Monica panted, as she pushed Nick out of her pussy, bent at the waist and shoved her mouth on to Nick's cock.

Her massive tits hit the cold floor as she grabbed his ass and pulled him in. She sucked hard and fast, while Nick shot his load into her mouth and she tasted the sweet cum milkshake he now produces. Worried she could not swallow his cum fast enough she leaned in and swallowed his dick. Nick assisted and thrust up into her throat, shotting his next load strait into her stomach. Monica moaned enjoying the fullness of his dick stretching her throat just like he did to her pussy, the pleasure was indistinguishable. Nick fucked her throat and as his cock continued to pulse warm cum down her throat. For his last spurt Nick grabbed the back of her head and hugged her to his crotch to ensure he emptied his balls as deep into her as he could. Monica sucked and slurped pulling off of him slowly collecting every last drop.

"You might spoil your dinner," Nick said, as he pulled out of her mouth.

"Maybe, but I didn't want to leave a trail of cum dripping out of me as I try to avoid everyone" Monica said.

"Let's see if these are dry," Monica said, reaching for her dress while she licked her lips.

Nick got dressed again and stuffed his dick back into his pants. Monica adjusted how she wrapped her dress and managed to cover herself again, but she was running out of fabric for the front of her. The once floor-length dress was now above the knees to distribute as much cloth to her breasts as possible. The dress just barely covered her nipples leaving a cavern of cleavage where the two firm teardrop shaped breasts naturally squeezed together.

Dressed, they opened the door, ready to dash for the car. Monica's tits were so large they rubbed both sides of the doorframe as she walked. Both froze as steps away from them was Kim, the new coworker's wife.

"Oh great! It looks like you managed to get the spot out," Kim said while approaching them, staring at the strip of fabric trying to contain Monica's enormous breasts.

"Ah! What are you doing here?" Monica asked, shocked to see her, fearing she could no longer hide her enhanced features.

"I was just going to bring you my detergent pen, since it had been taking so long," Kim said.

"Ah, Thanks, we got it out," Monica said, looking toward the exit, trying to plan a way out.

"You look great, ready to eat? They mentioned the food is on its way." Kim said as she slowly walked to the table, looking back to see if they followed.

"What do I do now? She already saw me, and how did she not say anything?" Monica whispered to Nick.

"Let's just go sit down," Nick said. "It is kinda dark in here, I don't think they can tell."

"They can't tell that my breasts are down to my waist, and stick out so far that I cant touch my hands in front of them?" Monica said.

"Well, it so it doesn't seem to bother them," Nick said, as Kim waved at them from the table to come sit down.

"This is nuts," Monica said.

They moved toward the table feeling like everyone was staring at them. Another guest at the restaurant walking to the restroom bumped into Monica's breasts and had to squish into her to get by. Monica was so embarrassed she wanted to die, but continued to walk to the table. Occasionally her enormous tits would bump into someone or slide against the back of their head as she walked between chairs. Nick and Monica were relieved when they made it to their table, and some how everyone in the restaurant was not pointing at them.

Back at the table, Monica couldn't push her chair in. Her breasts were resting on her lap and touched the edge of the table above her knees. When the food came, the waiter placed her dish and silverware on the shelf of tits that were in front of her. Nick and Monica looked at each other, confused. It was a good idea, since she could not reach her plate if he placed it on the table, but it was awkward. They all ate and chatted about various things. The waiter stood between Nick and Monica and asked the table how their food was tasting.

"It was good" Mark said.

Nick smiled at Monica and she smiled back slightly, confused.

"It was more than good. It was great." Nick said loudly, looking into Monica's eyes.

Monica's breasts grew again, this time pushing into the waiter, causing him to shift his weight to keep from falling.

"Glad to hear it," the waiter said, walking away.

"What the hell is going on here?" Monica thought. "Does no one realize my breasts are now bigger than my body?"

Her dress was stretched to the limit, and dug in to the swelling flesh as it squished out around the tight fabric. With no room to grow in the middle, her breasts pushed out to the sides, pointing her nipples out as the flesh between them grew. The bands of wrap over her shoulder and across her chest pulled away from her waist, yet remained pinched between her knees and her breasts, holding them in place. She was pretty sure her panties were fully exposed under the table as all the material left to cover what it could of the two bean bags that hung from her. Not that anyone could see her crotch, given her tits were now spilling out around her legs, covering her lower half.

Everyone was finished eating, and the staff quickly cleared their plates from the table, including the one from Monica's tits. Nick payed the bill, telling Mark it was his treat for joining the team.

"This was fun. I look forward to more of these in the future," Nick said.

With that, Monica's breasts spilled out from her lap and splayed out onto the floor. One nipple pointed at Nick, while the other aimed at the coworker's wife. The bottom of her breasts were fully exposed as the grew and plumped. Her dress came completely undone and hung loosely over her back and shoulders, ending just below her nipples. Nick was getting hard again. He had to adjust himself and free his cock from his pants as the pressure began to hurt. Nick loosened his belt as his length slid up and out from his boxers, and under his shirt. The outline of his dick clearly showed in front of his abs with the tip up to his pecks. He felt silly but didn't expect anyone to notice given the state of his wife.

Their guests remained unfazed.

"Yes, We'd love to do this again," Mark said.

"It was a delightful evening," Kim said.

"See you tomorrow then," Nick said as they all stood up from their seats at the table.

Nick helped Monica pull out her chair, and she stood up rather easily because the weight of her breasts were now resting on the floor. As she stood, Monica could never get her tits off the ground. They sloshed around a little and formed more of a teardrop shape as the top of the milk bags were pulled higher. Her back was well-covered, but the dress rode up to the bottom of her ass, leaving a hint of her toned ass peaking out if the fabric swayed just right. There was not much left to cover her front. The flaps of her dress now only covered from her nipples to her shoulders. Here tits were on full display, exposing her underboob, the sides of her breasts, and the entirety of her cleavage.

Kim reached in for a hug, putting her hands around the one giant tit facing her, as that was all she could reach. Monica's barely covered nipple pressed into her waist as her right arm reached toward her back, and her left hand slid into her cleavage so she could grab as much tit as possible.

"What a lovely couple you are," the wife said, squeezing her breast, her hands easily squishing into the warm smooth skin.

Monica was numb to the whole situation. She wanted to scream, first from embracement, then from the stimulation, but did not want to draw more attention to herself.

Monica's mind raced with questions.

"Why did that woman just hug my breast?"

"How come she acted like it was totally normal for me to have a breast that was larger than she was?"

"What was Nick thinking making me grow like this?"

"How am I going to get out of here without the mirror?"

Nick shook hands with his coworker and gestured toward the door.

"Ready, honey?" he asked, taking her hand.

Monica yanked him to her side and angrily whispered, "What the fuck did you do to me? I'm nothing but two tits and nothing to cover them."

"Obviously, the magic makes this seem normal for everyone else," Nick said.

"So, I should just walk out here naked, and no one will notice?" Monica questioned.

"No, naked people would notice. The magic makes your large breasts normal. Naked is still naked im pretty sure," he explained.

"I sure feel pretty naked already," Monica admitted.

"Oh, I know. You look incredible," Nick commented, gesturing to his bulging dick under his shirt.

"Let's just get out of here," Monica suggested, leaning back and standing on her toes as she flexed her arms, tightening her breast muscles and lifting her breasts off the floor slightly.

Nicks dick grew harder as he watched her breasts firm and perk up as she lifted them. Monica pushed straight toward the door, testing the limits of Nick's assumption. Her breasts pressed tightly between chairs and the people dining, sliding against everything on the way, and occasionally dragging on the ground. A few people turned when Monica apologized for bumping into them, but otherwise, she was ignored.

A new issue was building up. The friction against her sensitive skin was making her aroused. Every step closer to the exit was building up heat inside her. She adjusted her dress to keep her nipples covered while they jostled against guests. Finally at the entrance of the restaurant, Monica's legs felt weak, and she panted from the stimulation. Relieved that she was nearly out, her guard dropped when a host approached her. The host made made no accommodations for Monica's over-inflated tits. She pushed firmly into her chest as she passed by, sliding from one breast to the other. The contact started like a tickle, as the host brushed the flap of Monica's dress and rubbed past one nipple. Monica shivered slightly as both nipples hardened from the touch. As the host bumped the second breast, her elbow firmly pressed into Monica's cleavage and drug across her breast, it accidentally slipped under her dress and flicked her firm nipple. The unexpected stimulation ignited a sudden orgasm deep within her. This sensation shot from one nipple to the other, and then surged through her body. Monica grabbed Nick's hand to steady herself as a shudder coursed through her.

"OH shit," she gasped, climaxing in the middle of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me," the host said as she walked away, the flap of fabric dropping back into place, covering Monica's nipple once more.

Nick quickly grabbed hold of one door as another staff member did the same on the other side, and Monica ran out through the double doors. They both hurried in the night to their car, Monica's breasts flopping with her arms now tucked under them to stop them from hitting the ground.

"Nick," she said as they reached the vehicle, "I had an orgasm from the host at that restaurant, and she had no idea."

"That was incredible," Nick replied, opening the back door to their SUV and folding forward the front passenger seat.

"You are such a pervert," Monica joked.

Through several awkward movements Monica pushed into the backseat with her tits laid out on the folded front seat and console. Once Nick closed the door, she removed her dress, no longer needing to deal with it. Quickly climbing in behind the wheel, Nick drove them home.

Nick and Monica laughed about the insanity of the night as they drove home. Monica's tits bounced up and down as she laughed, and Nick found it hard to ignore them as they bumped against his arm. Nick moved his right arm to the top of Monica's tit, which was resting on the center console. His bicep was at a 90-degree angle out from his body to reach the top of her tit. His arm sank into the pillow of flesh as his hand reached out to her nipple and he casually rested it there.

"This is the best arm rest a car could have," Nick said, leaning into her tit slightly.

"It sure is the biggest one I've ever seen," Monica joked.

"I'm just not sure what this button does," Nick said, rubbing his fingers into Monica's nipple.

"It might control the temperature, I'm starting to get warm," Monica replied.

"I see, let's turn it up," Nick said, using two fingers to press and rub against her nipple.

"Yes, that's nice," Monica said, relaxing into her seat.

Nick drove with his left hand on the wheel, steering them closer to the house, wishing he could park and use more than just one hand. His fingers moved in circles around her nipple, and he could feel her breathing change as her arousal increased. Her nipple, though, did not perk up. Instead, it sunk in. Nick rubbed his two fingers into her descended nipple, and she gasped.

"It is working. It is getting warmer back here, I want you to make it hot!" Monica panted, as Nick's bent middle fingers slid into her nipple.

Monica moaned as her nipples became wet, creating a slick grip around Nick's fingers as he slid them in and out of her.

Nick was now on their street with the house in sight, and a growing erection in his pants. He felt Monica's nipple loosen, inviting more of his fingers inside. Nick hit the garage door opener with his left hand, briefly leaving the steering wheel, while his right hand bent all four fingers as he slid them into her nipple. He rocked his arm back and forth, sliding his four wet fingers in and out of her breast.

"Oh god, hotter!" Monica gasped, her head falling back.

Nick pulled into the garage, parked, turned off the engine, and pressed the garage door opener again. He quickly unbuckled as he tried to fuck Monica's nipple with his bent hand. He wanted more. Nick reached down to adjust the recline buttons on his seat and pushed it back to lie flat. The slow, mechanical movement of the chair felt torturous, consuming his left hand as he contorted and shifted to keep his right hand pumping Monica's nipple.

Nick had to let go of Monica's breast as his seat reclined almost all the way back, and Monica leaned over to greet him with a kiss. They passionately kissed while Nick used his right hand to undo his pants and free his cock, which ached from the pressure. The electric seat finally finished its movement, and Nick's left hand was free. He slid off his pants and boxers and rolled to his side, resting the head of his cock near Monica's nipple. Nick and Monica were so close to getting what they desired, but the angles were all wrong. Nick put his left leg up on the dash, and Monica pulled her breast back as she leaned into the corner of the back seat. Her breasts swayed and rocked back and forth as they shifted farther back in the car.

"Turn the heat all the way up," Monica said, as she felt the pressure of Nick's cock on her nipple.

Nick grabbed his cock and thrust his hips, sliding deep into her large breasts.

"Oh fuck, that's so damn good," Monica moaned, as Nick's cock finally entered her.

"I'm going to make you burn up," Nick said, as he grabbed her breast with his left arm and held on while he thrust his hips.

With the exception of his left hand, which was lodged between the two tits, Nick was only touching Monica's one massive tit. Nick squeezed and thrust into just that one tit, as large as him. Nick pounded into it, sending waves of flesh rippling up her chest and waves of pleasure through Monica's body. She felt an orgasm building. Each pound of Nick's cock left her breathless and she was about to cum. Her nipple began to tighten around Nick's cock, and he knew she was close. Nick pushe off his seat with his right hand so his his left could reach Monica's other nipple. He quickly waved his hand as fast as he could, tapping her nipple repeatedly as each finger flicked past.

"I'm cumming!" Monica screamed, closing her eyes and parting her lips.

It felt like her nipple was sucking his cock as she came, squeezing around him. Nick put his left arm around Monica's tit again to steady himself as his release boiled up.

"Here I go," Nick panted, feeling his balls tighten.

He came hard into Monica's tit but continued thrusting into the tight slick grip of breast. It felt so good he didn't want to stop. Monica felt the temperature rise as Nick's hot cum flooded her tit.

"I'm still cumming," Monica moaned, hearing the wet slap of his cock in and out of her tit.

Load after load was released into her tit. With a shiver, Nick collapsed on top of her.

"Damn, don't pass out on me," Monica said. "You have to get me out of here." As she felt Nick's weight pressing down on her, she struggled to maintain consciousness.

Nick slowly twisted and rolled out of the car before running inside to retrieve the hand mirror. Returning to the vehicle, he pointed the hand mirror at the car full of breasts his wife was in.

"I want normal-sized breasts," Monica declared into the mirror, her voice firm.

As the surface rippled with waves of energy, her chest shuddered and snapped, transforming into an H-cup.

"These are still huge," Monica remarked, looking down at the massive mounds.

She noticed that the left one was slightly bigger than the right.

"I think that one is still full of my cum, and are you leaking?" Nick asked.

Monica lifted her left nipple to inspect it. Drops of a milky white liquid formed on the tip, which began to spill. She quickly pulled it to her mouth and sucked.

"Mmm," Monica moaned as she suckled Nick's cum from her breast.

At the sight of this, Nick felt his dick harden again. Monica gulped a few times as she sucked mouthfuls of Nick's cum from her breast. She continued suctioning a few moments longer before pulling away with a pop.

"Yep, that was your cum still in there," she said, holding her breasts in her hands and jostling them to gauge their new size.

"That was hot," Nick said, staring at the jiggling curves before him.

"Looks like I got it all, let's get inside, I'm exhausted," Monica stated, stepping out of the car.

They both went inside to change into pajamas. Nick put on a short-sleeve T-shirt and Monica tried to put on a nightgown but couldn't get it over her breasts.

"Mirror, I want this nightgown to fit," Monica requested.

The mirror rippled, and the nightgown stretched around her breasts, hugged her waist, and loosely dangled down to her upper thigh.

"We need to fix our clothes more often," Nick said, admiring his wife's figure.

Monica's chest began to pulse and expanded again. The ballooned up to a J-cup from the sound of the trigger word again. Her nightgown also stretched to fit her, honoring the previous request.

"Shit, I grew again. You better watch yourself or we'll need to wish that word away," Monica said, as she looked down at her breasts.

"Crap, I forgot. I will not use that word any..., um, again," Nick said, looking at his wife with a smirk.

They watched some TV and then went to bed. Monica fell asleep quickly, but Nick was still awake, his mind raced wondering what they could do with the mirror.

"There is so much potential. What else could we use it for? What else would Monica be up for?" Nick thought.

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This ends what I initially planned for this story. Nick's question is my own. What should happen next?

Comment if you have any suggestions.

If there are some good ideas I will add to this, otherwise I will work on a new story.

Thanks for reading.