Chapter Five

These were the thoughts that Lisa was following while she was lying in the sun on that lazy afternoon at the beginning of summer. Since that first time, Ibiza had become her home, and God only knows how Gunther was right .
Thanks to some of his friends, Lisa appeared as a guest model on the website of a famous German porn star. Few photos which showed her for the first time in the world wide web and that was enough to nail down the server for several hours.
Within a few days they were contacted by the most famous American softcore magazines, with proposals for photo shoots, appearances or web exclusive contracts; Gunther, who had already expected all that, was very good in managing the image of the girl, by letting slowly grow the expectation for her true debut, giving to a few websites the anticipation of an imminent release in style. Despite of all the attractive offers, Lisa began to work with her own website, specially designed with a photo shoot that clouded any previous model.
By the time of three weeks Lisa was universally recognized as the model with the largest natural breasts in the world. Nothing to do with the enormities coming from the U.S, women who matched the immensity of their breasts with fat and overflowing bodies or girls that were showing at the camera their boobs, as hard as basket balls. Lisa was just a beautiful girl with a 40 inches hips and a 26 waist that matched with a completely natural double M breastsize. Simply amazing.
Lisa was distracted from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps coming from the patio.
"Here it is: a bit of educational readings for our star!" The voice of Gunther roused her completely. He turned around the sunbed and sat down besides her, on a chair, holding a roll of magazines.
Lisa sat up, not without difficulty, bending her breasts forward, and took them: Playboy, Scoreland, Big Ones. She began absently leafing through the glossy pages while Gunther, in a good mood, was speaking of the plans for the next day when, all of a sudden, she opened the Voluptous centerfold and suddenly stopped.
"And who the hell is this bitch?" She said with a slightly shrill tone in her voice. Gunther stretched.
"Oh, this new one. She’s a girl from Austin, Texas. Mandy and something ... "
"Mandy and something! But did you see those boobs!?"
"You know how they work in America, they take their mothers and morph them ..."
Lisa looked at him suspiciously, then began to browse the photo shoot, looking for any small sign of a computer job. Nothing. "Fuck, these are real, and she’s only eighteen!"
She felt a surge of anger rising inside. Then her eyes fell on the biographical data, and the anger became real irritation.
"Here, here they say: breast, one hundred fifty-two centimeters!" She looked at Gunther and said, almost shouting: "She has more tits than me!!!" Two girls, who were peacefully swimming in the water, turned astonished at them.
Gunther could not hold back his laughter. "I never thought that one day I'd heard that phrase from you!"
Lisa didn’t get the irony of the thing, she indeed threw down the magazines and folded her arms over her big breasts.
Gunther leaned toward her and said: "There is no other like you Lisa, you know it. Look at those two girls that I have requested to Munchen for the photoshooting ... "He winked towards the two swimmers in the pool ..." They have both a large double F, but at your side they seem to be two little schoolgirls."
Lisa was still closed in her dumbness. Then she erupted.
"I have no intention of being behind a Texas peasant. Gunther, I have to increase my breasts. "
"You're joking, I hope."
"You fuck, I’m not joking at all; I want a bigger breasts, but without operations, I want it huge and natural."
Gunther knew Lisa: at times you couldn’t speak with her. Over the years she had gradually acquired a very strong temperament: sometimes she was assuming very strong attitudes against the employees or the other models working with her, often for trivial reasons, just to establish her superiority, and in those moments you could not do anything but second her, if you didn’t want be in much bigger troubles.
"Maybe this year in December, let’s ask Santa Claus ..."
Lisa closed the conversation with a resounding fuck you, got up from the sunbed and walked toward the house, leaving the two girls and Gunther with their mouths open.

She quickly climbed the stone stairs that led to her bedroom, entered and slammed the door loudly. Her heart was beating fast, not just for the stairs she walked in a a hurry, but for this feeling of anger that was growing up in her body.
The room was in the darkness: the bright light of the sun was coming in between the slits of the shutters, softened by transparent curtains. Gradually her eyes became accustomed to the gloom and her breath came regularly. She stood in front of the big mirror that adorned the wall opposite to the bed, legs apart, hands on her hips. Then she stretched her hands behind her back, looking for the laces and firmly pulling them, took off her bra. She stood there in contemplation.
From the time of Hamburg, her eighteen years, her body had changed. Her forms had acquired more softness, rounder hips, more shapely arms, muscular thighs.
Se slid both hands, from the collarbone down to the areolas, following the gentle curves. Even her big breasts had gained a couple of sizes. The skin was now more amber and her light tan made it look silky.
Not a blemish, not a sign of stretch marks. They had lost part of that turgid aspect of adolescence, becoming softer in their roundness. It remained a mystery to her how they could set itself up so well, almost to the top in spite of their heaviness.
She went into the bathroom, completely naked and took a long hot shower. Came out wrapped in a towel blocked under her armpits and laid down on the intact bed.
The contact of the skin with the fresh sheets gave her a shiver down her back: she opened the towel and, with her eyes closed, started touching her nipples. They were already erected, proportionated to the size of the breasts, big and tough. Then she pulled them gently upwards, releasing them all at once, and the thrill of her flesh seemed to arrive all the way down the groin. Lisa went on like this for a while: then, without looking, she reached for the drawer with her hand: took out a soft and rubby dildo, smooth to the touch, animal size but human form. She turned it on: the vibration was accompanied by a slight hum, made it slide down, towards her vagina. She was following the movement with her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Then, after a few minutes, with a sweep of her arm, she flung it away to the door: the hum stopped.
What a hell, if nobody was watching her, then there was no fun at all.
Thus, naked on the bed, she fell asleep.