“Sir..I-I…it’s not yet done,” she managed to say.Mr. Dutt looked at her silently for two full minutes. The pressure and anxiousness that built... up inside her were something she could not describe.“You’re fired!” he said simply without any emotion.“Please sir give me another chance,” pleaded Rashmi and she walked towards his chair. She stood behind the desk with him, inches away from him. Mr. Dutt was for a moment distracted by her cleavage when she bent with her hands together, begging him not. Roni is a large woman, in the best sense of the word, and she is the tallest woman I’ve ever been with. She has long brown hair, huge tits with nipples like pencil erasers, and a waxed pussy that I couldn’t get enough of. We spent many nights together, and had sex a lot. We fucked in each other’s beds, living rooms, hotel rooms, and cars. We took every opportunity to have sex. But, my favorite was having sex in her kitchen.One evening, she was standing in front of her kitchen sink looking out. They started out small, but rapidly grew in size. In the center oftheir growth, I could feel a strange sense of pleasure from under thefabric. As it turns out, my nipples were growing along with these foreignobjects on my chest. As they expanded, my nipples rubbed against thefabric of the bodice, their sensitivity surging with each growth. Soonenough, they grew from the bodice, revealing their supple flesh. I didn'twant to realize it, but I was growing tits. With every breath they rose,growing. Did she like me or just my company?I slipped my blouse from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor then turned my black pencil skirt so I could reach the zip and, still watching myself, lowered the zip and released the button. I watched as my skirt slid over my hips and onto the floor.Slipping out of my black tights I just stood, looking at my reflection staring back at me from the glass. Naked but for soft white bra and pants I studied my appearance. What if she wasn't that way? Maybe she.