The Layover update

David walked through town. It was a quiet day, suiting his mood. Not too much traffic, not too many people, not even that many birds singing. He liked that. Peace and quiet. Just the thing for a clear head and some creative thinking.

He reached the park, which was no grand production, just an expanse of grass into which sank several trees, a gazebo, a statue, basketball court, and of course water fountains. The perfect place to make the city a little quieter than its well-behaved inhabitants already were and enjoy the sunshine, the babble of the creek, maybe a cookout or picnic or ballgame.

David found an unoccupied bench and picked there to rest his feet. His notebook came out and his pen came up, waiting for inspiration.

It wasn’t long in coming. The park saw a lot of foot traffic on a good day like this. Two lovely young ladies emerged from the nearby bodega and walked right by the park. One was a Latina, the other white. The Latina had a nice round ass—not too big, not too small, but enough to occupy a man’s hands while he attended to other portions of her anatomy. David, though, wondered what it would be like if it were the main attraction and not just one more of her enthralling curves.

He clicked his pen and went to work in the notebook. As he did, the Latina’s ass grew in proportion to his vision, splitting open her jeans to reveal a pair of caramel-colored panties that matched her dusky skin. Her ass was thick now, plump, but creamy—toned to an extent. Not at all flabby; the word ‘fat’ would be too crude, but somewhat appropriate. The lines of that supple flesh reminded him of a swan, but there was an awful lot of mass they curved around. Her huge ass was too big for her panties now. They snapped off, leaving her wearing nothing below the waist. She didn’t appear to notice, just went on walking and talking with her friend, wagging her pornographic endowment behind her like it wasn’t a readymade target for one obscene thought after another.

He gave the white girl a similar treatment. Her breasts were a modest B-cup. He made them a C-cup. Then they swelled to a D. David saw no reason to stop there, so he increased them until they’d grown to a triple D in size, too big for her top, not to mention her bra. Both shredded against the increasing abundance of her bust. The woman casually brushed away the tatters of cloth like she’d walked into a spiderweb. Her tits were left completely unveiled, delicious globes of sheer excess, every step she took sending them into a riot of bouncing and jiggling that proved they were delightfully real, as sensuous to the eye as they would no doubt be to the touch. Round and high and a lovely milky color, capped with a pale pink that drew the eye like a beacon. One more excess. The sheer size of her breasts guaranteed anyone would see them. They were, almost literally, the elephants in the room.

Still she saw nothing wrong with the exuberant size of her chest, the newfound motion that turned every stride into a visual orgy, or the similar transformation that had given her friend the proportions of a Brazilian festival goddess. No one else focused on them either. It was like the spectacle of their oversized curves was reserved for David alone, as if a figment of his imagination, only one that had taken on a life that could not be denied. From every angle, with every step they took, this fantasy went on and on in its magnificence.

They walked by David, and at the breathtaking opportunity to take the Latina in as she walked away and displayed her powerfully curving buttocks in full, he had to celebrate. Landing a sharp slap to the Latina’s ass in passing, which sent her ass out of the lava-lamp equilibrium it had been in and into barely restrained frenzy, her cheeks audibly clapping together as her bounding flesh struggled to contain the impact.

The Latina made no note of what had been done to her, only casually adjusted the shoulder strap on her top as if she needed to be modest when she was naked from toes to belly button. The white woman appeared to take some notice, but only on some subconscious level, because she soon dismissed the thought of giving any further scrutiny to her friend’s enhancement. Instead, she put an arm around the Latina’s waist, a gesture the Latina returned, and David wondered if their closeness would become even more intimate once they were alone.

Perhaps that was the next little improvement he should make to the world. But then, after already having improved their looks from moderately attractive to world-class figures of desire, perhaps he shouldn’t obsess over this one project when other glaring issues might need his attention. He’d certainly done a quality job with those two—what other challenges might await him and his growing skill?

David settled back on the bench, twirling his pen between his fingers, debating with himself whether he should perhaps get up and make sure the women’s other attributes were now as exquisite as he’d made their most prominent ones, or if he should wait and see what other inspiration came to him.

It was certainly hard to get out of his mind the sound of that Latina’s cheeks clapping together, or the strong noise that had come off them when he’d given them a slap. Perhaps the wise move here was not to declare this project finished so quickly, when further refinement of his work might turn mere beauty into a masterpiece.

And wouldn’t it be wonderful if two women with such wonderful breasts, such breathtaking glutes, also had pussies that were worthy sheaths for the lust they inspired?

David got to his feet. Silly of him, really: what was the point of making women so gorgeous unless he was as enthusiastic about appreciating their beauty too?