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"Richard LeBaron! I haven't seen you in months, buddy. How ya been?"
"I'm okay, Bernie. Wanna have a seat?"
"Sure, sure. But, why are you sitting out here? It's still a little
cool to be drinking a brew outside."
Bernie Junkin had just stepped off the driving range at Western Valley
Country Club when he spotted his old golfing partner seated in the
portico adjacent to the clubhouse bar. The men shook hands as Bernie
eased himself onto a bench seat across the table from his friend. A
large green and white umbrella rising out of the table's center provided
them some shade from the high overhead sun.
"Yeah, I know." Richard conceded. "Sometimes, I just like to be alone
with my thoughts."
"Is something bothering you?" His friend's face grew concerned.
"Anything I can help you with?"
Richard LeBaron sighed.
"My guilty conscience finally caught up with me. That's all."
"Guilty about what?" Bernie inquired confusedly. "You're one of the
most stand-up men I know."
"Well, I appreciate that, Bernie. I really do. But all of us have
things in the past that maybe we should pay for someday."
Bernie Junkin felt the air grow somber.
"You want to talk about it?" He asked quietly.
"Bernie, do you believe that there are forces at work in the world that
we can't see, hear, or touch?" Richard sat looking at the longneck beer
in his hand.
"I believe that some things happen for a reason. I'm not sure everything
does. And, I'm sure there are things that go on that everyday people
can't explain." Bernie shrugged, removing the white golfing glove from
his left hand. "You need to talk to my wife about all that. She
believes in all that stuff. Ghosts, UFO's. Hell, I think she even
believes in Bigfoot."
"Hmm." Richard nodded.
"Why ya asking? You didn't see a sasquatch hanging around in one those
sand traps out there did you?" A wry smile curled on Bernie's lips. He
motioned towards the golf course with his right thumb. The skin upon his
balding head was modeled from wearing a visor.
"Naw, nothing like that." Richard tugged at the collar of his navy
shirt. He shifted his weight upon the bench. "Do you remember that girl
in my class up at State... girl named Susan Colglazier?
"You're kidding, right?" Bernie laughed out loud. "Susan Colglazier!
That body is forever burned into my memory, buddy. That girl had the
best set of tits I've ever seen. Still, to this day!"
"Yeah. Yeah, I have to agree." Richard nodded.
"I tried to get a piece of that. But, she never seemed interested in me
at all. She was like that with all the guys, though. She sure liked
shoving them big titties in everybody's face. But, she never seemed to
give it up. A real tease."
"That's the girl." Richard took a swig of alcohol.
"You've lost me. What does Susan Colglazier have to do with forces we
can't see or your guilty conscience?"
Richard LeBaron took a deep breath and tried his best to come up with
words to explain what had been a highly unusual set of experiences.
"My junior season. After you'd been at grad school for a couple years.
Susan had a blonde roommate at the Alpha Mu house named Julie Turner.
Well, Julie had the hots for me bad. And, I do mean bad."
"You were the big football stud back in the glory days!" Bernie
remarked.
Richard continued his tale, ignoring the comment.
"Anyway, I got Julie to swipe one of Susan's bras for me and bring it up
to my room at the Eta Pi house. I couldn't believe she did it. But
there I was, in possession of the 36DD titsling that housed Susan
Colglazier's monster jugs. Well, I think that bra turned Julie on as
much as it did me. She even tried the damn thing on. It looked
ridiculous on her. Those big cups loose and hanging off of Julie's flat
chest. I screwed the shit out of that girl. She didn't take Susan's bra
off the whole time."
"And, that's what you feel guilty about even to this day? Bernie Junkin
shook his head in disbelief. "That's really pretty minor stuff there,
Rich."
"Jus-just wait a second and let me finish." Richard stammered. He ran
his fingers through his thinning dark hair.
He finished off his beer before continuing.
"So a year passes. Susan Colglazier has graduated and taken her big
teasing tits with her. Julie Turner transferred to a school closer to
home. And, I set the single season passing record in the game against
Tech."
"I remember it well."
"Yeah. Anyway, I still had the bra. THE bra. And I tell ya, lookin' at
the thing drove me crazy. I wanted the tits that went in those cups so
bad... I couldn't stand it. Then, I run into this old guy at the mall
that sells me some potion goop to pour on Susan's bra. He says it will
make anybody who wears it have her body. Tits, ass, legs. The whole
works."
"As in forces that we can't see, hear, etc. etc..."
"You got it."
"Some old guy in the mall, huh? And you bought it. Now, you aren't
going to try and convince me this 'goop' worked. Are you?"
"The first time I tried it was on this little freshman girl. I-I had to
try." Richard spoke in a voice that was almost a whisper. "Her name was
Sherry Glasscock. Pretty little brunette. Jet black hair. Big doe
eyes. But, a total nerd. Soft-spoken and timid. And, a chest as flat
as a pair of pancakes. At first, she balked at putting the bra on. But,
she'd have done anything to make me happy."
"So nothing happened, right?" It was more of a statement than a
question.
"Well, that 's what I expected..." Richard's face was faraway and
intense. "But, I'll be damned, Bernie, as soon as she got that bra
clasped and in place, her whole body started shaking and blowing up like
a balloon. I fell back on my bed. I was stunned. I sat there and
watched while that flat little nerd went through something like a second
puberty. By the time that potion had finished its magic, it was like I
was looking at a black-haired version of Susan Colglazier."
"You're dead serious." Bernie gasped. He could tell by his friend's
breathless recount of the events that, at least, Richard LeBaron believed
his own story.
"That night, I had the best sex ever." Richard continued. "Sherry
Glasscock was an animal. She went nuts with the new body that bra had
given her. The poor girl was so used to being ignored by guys that she
ended up fucking every member in the Eta Pi house over the course of a
semester. We ended up nicknaming her 'Sherry Lovescock.'"
"So, the changes to her body were permanent?" Bernie asked. He was
finding all of it a little hard to swallow.
"Yes, permanent." Richard responded. Well, we all had so much fun with
Sherry Lovescock and that big chest of hers that we held a meeting of all
the brothers at the frat house. It was my idea that the Eta Pi's would
select the shyest most attention starved girl in each freshman class to
be 'The Susan' for that year. That way, as long as the frat kept hold of
Susan Colglazier's magic bra, the Eta Pi's would be guaranteed a play toy
that every other house on campus would envy. We even called it "The
Susan Legacy.'"
"Wait a second." Bernie interrupted. "I remember Keith James' boy
talking about going out with 'The Susan' one time."
"Yep. Colin James was an Eta Pi." Richard confirmed. "And, each year
the Eta Pi's choose 'The Susan' from a brand new freshman crop."
"This is the strangest story I've ever heard." Bernie said, shaking his
head. "But, I'm starting to believe you're telling the truth."
There was a long silence before Bernie Junkin spoke again.
"So this is what you're feeling guilty about... Setting up this legacy
of debauchery?"
"Not exactly. The guilt really didn't start until this year." Richard
clarified.
"This year? Your son, Rich, is up at State now, isn't he?"
"Yeah. Sophomore year."
"I know he really disappointed a lot of people when he decided not to
play football up there. The fans thought he had a shot at breaking some
of your records."
"I know." Richard said flatly. The father's voice was heavy with
letdown. "But, he did pledge Eta Pi last year. Which, brings us to now.
You see, it was Rich's job to head the committee to pick 'The Susan' for
this year."
"And, you feel guilty about that?"
Richard LeBaron looked his longtime friend directly in the eyes for the
first time during their conversation. "You see, somebody along the line
thought it would be funny to pick the goofiest male in the freshman class
to continue the legacy instead of a nerdy girl. It seems that the guys
got a real kick out of fucking a big-tittied slut that used to be a boy.
So, Rich and the other guys on 'The Susan' committee found this kid, a
standout dork, and brought him to the Eta Pi house one Saturday night.
The Pi's, like a pack of wild dogs, stripped this poor kid out of his
clothes until he was totally naked and held him by the arms to force the
bra on him."
"That's horrible."
"Yeah. It seems the little guy got word of what his fate was going to
be. He was shaking and crying, protesting like there was no tomorrow.
That's when my Rich stepped in and..."
"You need to come on, Daddy!"
"put the bra on himself."
Bernie Junkin looked in the direction of the high-pitched voice yelling
towards where the two men sat. His jaw dropped in astonishment.
Bouncing up the cobblestone walkway were the two most fantastic breasts
and womanly body he had ever beheld. The way the two enormous and lively
mammary glands jutted out so prominently from the thin frame of the girl
they sat upon was amazing. The young woman wore a tight knit sweater
that hugged every curve of her immense feminine projections. Wide hips
swelled out greatly from her small waist. Bernie blinked a few times as
the girl approached. It was like he had gone back in time and relived
the first time he had seen the body of Susan Colglazier.
But, this was not that bombshell from long ago. With some degree of
difficulty Bernie Junkin could recognize that this was, indeed, his
friend's son. This was, or used to be, Richard LeBaron, Jr.
"Are you ready to go, Daddy?" The young woman stepped up to the men's
table. With an expression that could not have been more aloof, she
batted her big blue eyes, pursed her scarlet cupid's bow lips, and
putting her hands in the small of her back, thrust her large breasts out
at the two males. Her hard nipples stood out so far in the cool air that
Bernie thought he could hang his hat on them.
"Y-yes, Susan, princess. Give me a second to say good bye to Mr. Junkin,
here. Y-you remember Mr. Junkin, don't you, Susan?"
"Umm-hmm." She answered without acknowledging Bernie Junkin's presence.
Bernie noticed that beads of perspiration had formed on the brow of his
now stammering friend. The effect that the protruding tits on Richard's
former son were physically manifesting themselves on the father.
Bernie himself was growing short of breath. His hands were noticeably
trembling. The giant tits coupled with their owner's complete apathy to
his being there was utterly beguiling.
"Well, Momma's in the car. She wants you to go with us to help me pick
out a new bathing suit for this summer." The girl said indifferently.
A b-b-bathing suit?!" Richard appeared stunned. His eyes were like
saucers.
"Is that a problem." Susan swung her jutting, big-nippled jugs around to
fully face her flustered father.
"N-n-no, Susan. Really. I-I want... want... Th-th-that'll be great!"
Richard gushed. The thought of viewing his now female son in a bathing
suit filled the man with obvious enthusiasm.
Bernie Junkin thought he might cum in his pants just picturing the scene.
"Whatever. And, stop staring at me. I'm not some specimen." The young
woman scolded.
"I'm sorry, Susan." Richard blurted. "I'm sorry."
The voluptuous Susan LeBaron, only child of Richard and Janet LeBaron,
tossed her head to the side disgustedly and walked away from the two
disconcerted men. Her broad, rounded backside was every bit as delicious
as her prominent tits. She could feel the eyes tracing her as she
departed and purposefully exaggerated her feminine gait.
"Th-th-that is unbelievable!" Bernie Junkin was shaking violently now.
"Yeah. I-I need to go, Bern." Richard said practically leaping up from
the table. "Susan gets upset if I make her wait."
"Sure. Sure. You need to get going."
"By the way, she says she burned the bra. THE bra. She says she's the
last 'Susan' there will ever be." The father said as he bowed his
departure. "She says she won't fuck any of the Eta Pi's either. Imagine
that. My Susan's every bit the tease the original Susan ever was."
Bernie watched as his buddy hurried toward the Western Valley parking lot
and out of sight. After several moments, he finally caught his breath.
Behind him two Mexican workers were getting the country club pool ready
for a busy summer. Bernie knew Susan LeBaron would be spending a lot of
her summer vacation from State at that pool, swimming and laying out in
her new bathing suit. Unconsciously, the aging golfer reached up and
gripped his stiff penis.
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