"So here you are, on my doorstep. I took one look at you and fell in love five different ways. I wanted you. I had to know if you were straight, gay, or bi. I rubbed myself all over you. You loved it, but you thought you were straight. I knew you were just like me and nothing like your mother. That sealed it. I wanted you, but I also wanted you to be my daughter, my niece, and my friend.
"At the same time, I owed you the best I could do for you. I only had one thing to give you. One unique, priceless thing. But it's a damn hard pill to swallow and you were already beautiful. How was I going to convince you to let your breasts be destroyed so I could give you the same miracle that my husband gave me? It was hopeless. I agreed to it because I was so damn flat-chested anyway and I trusted my husband completely. You didn't know me at all and if I had told you what I wanted to do to you, you would have run screaming from the house and I never would have seen you again.
"Then I walked in on you and those two testosterone-poisoning victims that call themselves my sons. It was perfect. I could do anything I wanted to you and you would have to take it. I had you cornered. All I had to do was be convincing as the vindictive mother. It was hard. Oh, you'll never know how hard it was. I was hurting you when I wanted to hold you. I was making you hate me instead of love me. I couldn't stand to be in the same room while you were hurting like that. Then you did the most amazing thing. You loved me anyway. You let me hurt you terribly and then you came to my arms and loved me in return. You took the pain and the horror and you looked at me with love in your eyes and asked for more. When you did your cheerleader routine for me it broke my heart."
"Why did you bring Jim and Bud down?"
"I wanted them to witness the greatest example of courage and love I had ever seen. They didn't get it. I'll have to explain it to them. Boys!"
"Then you gave me the formula."
"I couldn't wait any longer. You were already far better prepared than I had ever hoped."
"Listen to me," she said, her voice becoming serious but with a smile flickering on her lips. "These are dangerous weapons." She pressed her breasts nipple to nipple against mine. I noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing heels. I felt both our nipples begin to harden. I think we both knew where this was going.
"You have no idea how powerful they are," she told me. "Men will throw themselves at your feet and beg you to spit on them. Girls will be drawn to you like a magnet, even those who are insanely envious of you. You are a goddess. That is what I can teach you: How to use them to your best advantage. I can show you how to walk, how to dress, how to act, how to get whatever you want."
"Uh, you're not going to believe this, but I'd like to go get something to eat." I said.
"Oh no! Don't tell me they're still growing!"
"Gotcha!" I laughed. We spent the next few minutes trying to work out how two very busty women can hold each other without someone's boob getting in the way. It wasn't easy, but it was sure fun. After a while, we decided to try it lying down, so we went up to her bedroom. She taught me a few things about making love to a woman and I taught her that teenage girls have lots more stamina.
Later, we were lying in a tangle of arms, legs, and breasts, trying to work up the energy to get dressed.
"Ah, Bambi?" I said. I regretted it immediately and shut up.
"That's OK," she said. "You can call me Bambi if you want. It is my name, as much as it makes me sound like a refugee from a cartoon."
"OK. Bambi, there is something I've wanted to say to you for several days now. I guess this is as good a time as any."
"What? You can tell me anything. Anything at all."
"It just this: I love you. I love you four different ways. I'd love you five different ways, too, but I can't figure out the fifth. You'll need to teach me that one."
We spent a long time crying all over each other. When we ran dry, I decided that there were a few questions I still wanted answered.
"The pills you gave me; will I still need to take those to keep my hormones up?"
She started giggling. I pinched her and she quit.
"OK, OK. Stop that. The pills weren't hormones. They were prescription pain-killers. Didn't you wonder how you were able to tolerate the pain so easily?"
"I figured I just got used to it. Wait a minute! If they weren't hormones, what the hell makes me need to cum every few hours?"
"Don't they teach sex-ed in school anymore? Any hormonal changes in you are the work of your own body. That's just your own healthy little libido, honey. I'm sure some of it may have been the power of suggestion. I told you that you would be turned into an insatiable sex-kitten and you took that as a license to become one."
The idea that I had been doing all that to myself was scary. Being able to blame it on the pills had been kind of comforting. Was I really the kind of girl who needed sex all the time?
"Oh my goodness! Do you know I have to cum five or six times a day? I can hardly keep my panties on!"