Birthday Wish, The

The Birthday Wish 

“Now, blow out your candles,” Stephanie instructed with a seductive whisper, “and make a birthday wish!” 

Jake leaned over the home-made cake, with two candles in the shape of the numerals ‘2’ and ‘5’ burning inches from his face, and hesitated. His wife stared at him for a contemplative moment, wondering what he was wishing for. Jake’s eyebrows scrunched downward as he argued with himself over the context of the wish. 

Stephanie leaned in, the flicker of the candles dancing across her youthful face. “I made a special trip to buy these candles at the magic shop on the west side of town yesterday,” she said with a hint of cryptic mysticism. “The old Chinese guy who sold them to me told me that they were molded using ancient wizarding techniques, or something dipshit like that,” she chuckled, placing a hand lightly on his. “He promised that if the wish is sincerely desired, then it will come true. But, you can never tell anyone else about the wish, because if you do, the effect of the wish will either become permanent or backfire on you. So, make your wish, whatever it may be, and let the magic happen.” 

“Okay,” Jake said, clearing his mind. He closed his eyes, and thought of the most obscure thing he ever wanted, smiled, inhaled sharply, and blew out the two ‘magic’ candles with a single whoosh.  

“See, that wasn’t so difficult,” she said, leaning in further so that Jake could get a good look down her shirt. Stephanie had gone braless for dinner, and her ample C-cup breasts hung loosely from her lithe frame and jiggled inside her low-cut T-shirt. She inched closer until her mouth was next to his ear. “I hope you didn’t wish for some seriously great sex,” she whispered huskily, “because that was already in the plan. I don’t want you to waste a good wish.” 

“I’ll never tell,” he responded, smelling his wife’s musk in the closeness of their bodies. “And even if I did, that wouldn’t be a wasted wish, ever.”  

“Good answer,” she said with a wanton smile. Jake scooped a fingertip across the frosting (chocolate, his favorite), and brought it up to her lips. Stephanie licked it wetly from the tip, and then proceeded to suck his whole finger like she was performing fellatio for several seconds. Jake was getting hard just watching her performance. She disconnected from his digit with a wet-sounding pop and a slight moan, then demurely bowed her head but kept her eyes on his with a salacious grin. “Now, let’s have a piece of cake, so that you can get on with opening your birthday presents!” 

She had made one of her famous ‘better-than-sex’ chocolate cakes (though, to him, it was never better than sex), and Jake cut two hearty slices and put them on plates. Stephanie moaned and seductively rubbed her legs together as she indulged in the dark confection, relishing the sweetness. He had about two bites left when she finished hers. “You stay put,” she instructed, jumping up from the table and dashing for the bedroom. He put his fork down when the last bite was consumed, and waited docilely as commanded. Jake could hear the soft rustling of fabric from down the hall as she changed clothing. Then bare feet padded down the tile hallway behind him, accompanied with the sound of her body swishing inside something made of light material. 

“You can turn around now,” she said, though he didn’t need the suggestion. Jake turned his chair around, and what met him was a sight that could compete with Aphrodite. Stephanie stood two feet away, wearing a loosely-belted purple satin robe, long blonde hair cascading down each shoulder. Her nipples protruded through the shiny material to either side of her exposed cleavage. There was a hint of something else worn underneath, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Jake let out a low whistle of appreciation, and felt himself grow stiff.  

Stephanie struck a pose like a model on a catwalk, and stepped closer. “Happy Birthday, to my best friend, my lover, and my husband,” she cooed. “I think it’s time you opened your present.” 

Jake didn’t need any further instructions. He reached for the satin belt and untied the loose knot. She shrugged her shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor behind her. Underneath she was wearing a one-piece stretch lace teddy, matching purple with the robe she had just dropped. The garment stretched over her hips and flat stomach, but was open in the crotch for easy access, and had lace that encircled where her breasts attached to her chest, leaving her boobs open and completely free. The effect was so stunningly sexy that he shuddered, his breath catching for a moment until she reached out and gently placed a hand on his chest. With her other hand, she slid a finger across the top of the cake, and rubbed the brown frosting onto each exposed nipple. “Follow me,” she rasped, taking a handful of his shirt and tugging him from the chair, “and maybe your wish will come true.” 

Like a drunken sailor after a long stint at sea, he slowly moved toward the pretty lady. She wrapped the robe’s belt around his neck and pulled him in the direction of the bedroom, while she licked and sucked the remaining frosting from her fingertip. Stephanie sashayed down the hall, her hips swinging exaggeratedly with her sexy slow stroll. When they arrived at their destination, she pushed him gently into a seating position on the bed and slowly began to pull his clothes off. When he was down to his tented boxer shorts, she stood up, pressed her chest into his stunned face, and commanded, “Lick the frosting off!” 

He could hardly say no. 

Stephanie moaned with delight as his tongue flicked across her nipples, smearing the sweet chocolate around her areolas and his face. She grasped the back of his head and smashed his face deeper into her breasts for emphasis. He licked and sucked heartily, while also reaching for her exposed sex and beginning to stroke her delicately. His actions were eliciting pleasured gasps and coos from her as he continued to fondle and suck for several minutes, feeling how wet and slippery she was. Finally, she pulled away and pushed him flat on his back on the bed, exposing his upright throbbing manhood. “Are you ready for the icing on the cake?”   

“Yes,” he gasped breathlessly. Jake swung his legs onto the bed as she knelt and pulled his boxers off. Then Stephanie straddled her husband’s hips and slowly lowered herself onto his rigid pole. Leaning forward, she placed her mouth over his and kissed him deeply while starting an up-and-down motion with her pelvis. Her exposed breasts slid up and down his chest with her motion, gliding her hard nipples across his flesh, stimulating both of them even more.  

And then he felt it. Her breasts seemed to be pressing against him even more. More flesh was rolling on his chest with her stroking motion, and Stephanie seemed to be having more difficulty keeping a lip-lock on him. He felt warm skin pressing into his chin where it wasn’t before, forcing their faces apart. Jake opened his eye, and was granted a view of a mass of flesh growing between them, and he broke the long kiss. 

“Hey, why did you…” Stephanie began to complain, stopping her humping motion. It was then that she saw what he was reacting to. Her boobs, hanging free of restraint in the open-cup lingerie, were growing. They were already triple their original size, and as she grasped them in surprise, her breasts continued to expand outward. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed, “I’m blowing up like a couple of balloons!”

Her hands were making deeper indentations as her mounds continued to grow. “God, this feels great!” Stephanie declared to her stunned husband. “Here,” she said, removing her hands. “Touch them; you have got to feel this!” 

Jake reach both hands upward and took a tit into each palm. She shuddered in pleasure as he grasped an enlarging nipple between his fingers and twisted like she loved him to do, feeling the inflation increase even more. She leaned back as he fondled her burgeoning assets, beginning to slide up and down on his wood again. Soon her breasts were big enough that he could take a nipple into his mouth without her leaning forward, and he sucked on one and then the other with vigor as she responded with faster bouncing.  

“What…the hell…is…happening…to me?” Stephanie cried between thrusts, her moaning scaling upward toward climax. “They are so big; I can’t even reach my nipples anymore!” 

“I don’t know,” Jake replied, confused, focusing on trying not to climax before her. But deep inside he thought the answer, and knew that this was always what he had dreamed about. Could it be true? he thought. Only one way to test his theory.  

Jake let go of the pair of chest balloons and watched. They didn’t droop with gravity at all. Instead, the female pontoons seemed to hover for a second, suspended above his chest, and then slowly began to rise, bobbing in the air with her stroking motion. Stephanie stopped moving, watching wondrously as her breasts inflated more and her nipples turned upward and gained altitude. Her beachball-sized tits continued to expand and float higher, her flesh soon pushing into her stunned face. “What the hell am I filling up with? Helium?” 

“I don’t know,” he repeated. Jake could no longer see her face, obscured by her ballooning tits that were inflating higher and wider by the second, so she couldn’t see the indulgent knowing half-smile that began to cross his face. “How are you doing this?” 

“Me? Why would I be able to do this to myself?” Stephanie gaped. But soon surprise turned to panic as her boobs surged outward again, and the upward tug they were generating threatened to unseat her from his throbbing, unspent desire. “Jake, I think we have a bigger problem.” 

“Bigger than this?” he shot back at her.  

The rings to purple lace that encircled the base of her breasts were stretching beyond was the lingerie was designed for, but had yet to break. Then he saw and felt what she was talking about. Stephanie was slowly being pulled skyward; his rigid pole sliding out of her wet pussy as she went aloft. Her hands flailed blinding, trying to grab the sheets under them to provide an anchor to prevent her from floating higher. “Jake, take my hand!” she commanded, reaching for him as her knee lost contact with the surface of the bed. “I’m floating away!” 

He grabbed a proffered hand, keeping her from floating any higher, but no matter how hard he tugged, it seemed she was too buoyant for him to pull back down completely. The bedroom’s high ceiling loomed eight feet above the tips of her overblown tits, and he had to stand to be able to grasp anything more than her hand. His weight held her down, but if he let go, she would shoot rapidly to the ceiling, doing bodily damage. Without any other solution, he simply took hold of her waist, pulled her down roughly until her soles touch the carpeted floor, and stood on the tops of her feet.  

Jake reached into her inflated cleavage and forced the boob-balloons aside to expose her face. Stephanie was flushed with surprise and frustration, but took it in stride. “Well, if you ever wanted to have sex with a blow-up doll for your birthday, now’s your chance,” she said with a mischievous smile between her twin blimps. Jake chuckled at the comment. 

“Wait…you wished for this, didn’t you?!” she stammered as realization set in. Her elongated breasts swayed in the air above her as she studied his face for a reaction.  

Jake allowed a boyish grin to cross his face. “Maybe,” he said sheepishly, “but, as you said, I can’t tell you if that is what I wished for, because in doing so, the effect could be permanent. Do you want to be left with permanently overinflated breasts?”  

Stephanie shrugged, the motion causing her tit balloons to bob for a second. “Maybe not this big,” she admitted, smiling again, “but I wouldn’t mind.”