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I noticed this a little while ago as well. I had tried the Way Back Machine but couldn't get "Inch by Inch." Fortunately, I still had it on my computer. Hmmmm… crap, the formatting was all messed up that I assumed I had the full story. It appears I only had about half. Here it is (unformatted, unfortunately):

Inch by Inch By AmazonFan My girlfriend gets bigger and stronger all the time Osteoporosis runs in my girlfriend's family. Her mother and aunts all got it. It kind of scares her so she's been doing a lot of reading on what she can do now, at age 30, to prevent it from happening to her as she gets older. Trisha read about a clinical study that's designed as a long-term preventive program with a new experimental pharmaceutical. She applied and was accepted into the testing program. The thing that I was most concerned about, but she assured me it was okay, is that there are no serious side effects from taking the medication. She has had a bit of heartburn, tenderness in her breasts and some soreness in her joints the first month on the meds, but that faded away as her body adjusted to the drug. My birthday came around on the 23rd. That night Trish gave me a great blowjob. I don't know about your relationship, but while our sex is great, I've noticed over time that Trisha has been less active in the giving head department. But she was in super form that night. She was hitting all the right buttons and I came with a huge load. She's usually not fond of swallowing, but I think the speed that I came with might of surprised her. Anyway, she was a good trouper and took it all. After she finished she tapped me on the cheek, "I'll have to remember tonight's dinner menu," she purred, "You tasted really good tonight." I drifted off to sleep almost immediately. About half an hour later I was awakened by Trish's body pouncing on top of me. "Round two," she growled sexily. The room was pitch black, but I felt her grabbing my wrists and yanking my arms out to the side. I was momentarily stunned when I found I couldn't move my arms. Hell, I must've outweighed her by 50 pounds and I keep myself in pretty good shape. But my consternation was swept aside by the passion of the moment. Damn was Trish hot to fuck! She slid me inside her and started fucking me like a woman possessed. She was pounding me hard and fast. Then she started rubbing her boobs against my face. I obliged her by taking a nipple in my mouth and flicking it with my tongue while I sucked on the tit flesh. Jeez, that set her off like crazy! She started orgasming and just kept having one after another as she fucked me crazy. When I finally shot my load she screamed in ecstasy and almost passed out from the intense pleasure. The next morning we chatted about how great the sex had been the night before. "What got into you for round two?" I asked. "I don't know!" Trish answered. "It was like all of a sudden I just felt so strong and so horny! I swear my muscles felt bigger. I just had this urge to use them and to fuck you silly." "That you did," I grinned. "And my nipples! Wow, are they sensitive. Shit, that felt good." She rolled on top of me playfully. "Want round three?" she laughed. The next weekend Trish came over and we had had dinner. We were both sitting watching TV in my media room. We both had robes on, but nothing underneath. I remember it was around twenty before 9:00 when Trisha slid her hand under my robe and started massaging my cock. She usually doesn't fool around when we're watching TV, but I wasn't about to question it or complain when she unfastened my sash, opened the robe, bent over and started sucking me off. She was really getting into it, taking my balls in her mouth, rolling her tongue all over the head, sucking and pumping away. Damn it was too good! She got me off in no time, taking another big load and swallowing every drop. "Wow. Thanks! What did I do to deserve that?" "Oh, I don't know. I was in the mood and you've been a good boy. And damn if that didn't taste nice too. Dinner was different than your birthday. I guess you're just improving with age." I know it was only twenty minutes later because the shows changed on TV when Trish stood up and opened her robe wide. "See anything you like, lover boy? Or do you want to watch reruns?" I'd barely started to stand up when Trisha leaned over, grabbed the lapels of my robe and yanked me right up off the sofa. I thought I'd made it easier for her wanting to get up myself, but it seemed funny she pulled me up so fast. Once again my analytical mind was overshadowed by my cock and my horny girlfriend. She pulled us down on the rug, unfastened my robe again, and then rolled us over so I was on top of her. I was hard as steel and she guided my rigid tool into her wet waiting pussy. She was hot and very wet already. The second my cock was buried in her to the hilt I felt her legs swinging over mine. I went to start thrusting when I realized her legs were holding me tight. I couldn't move in and out of her. A lust crazed voice inside my head was saying "How the fuck is she doing that?" but that thought was interrupted by Trisha whispering in my ear. "Stay where you are and I'll take care of milking that hard cock of yours. You concentrate on my boobies." The second my tongue touched her erect nipple; it was like flicking the switch on a super fuck ride. Boy, did Trisha take off! She was moaning and grinding against me and giving me quite a ride thrusting and rolling her hips. Habit took over and I tried thrusting to get in sync with her, but I still couldn't move. I really didn't have to, though, because Trisha was doing a number milking my cock with her pussy muscles. She's always known how to use her privates to "squeeze to please" as she puts it, but she was definitely kicking it up several notches. Her vaginal contractions were stronger and faster than I remembered them and she just didn't stop. If I hadn't already shot my wad just twenty minutes before she'd have had me coming in record time, but this being our second go round, I managed to last inside her until she had had another large number of powerful climaxes. The next morning I decided I'd like another session and Trisha was definitely in the mood too, but when she tried holding me down with her legs she found she couldn't. We got too involved with fucking to bother figuring out how she'd been able to do it the night before. A bit later that morning Trish was getting dressed, pulling on a clean top. "Damn!" she exclaimed. "What's the matter?" "I just bought this from the catalog recently and it fit fine when I got it. But now that it's been washed once Ð according to directions I might add Ð the damn thing must have shrunk. It's gotten tighter in the sleeves. It used to be loose and comfy." The next morning was a Monday. I was scheduled to leave for a weeklong business trip. I was awakened by Trisha sucking enthusiastically on my morning hard on. The sight and feel of her taking all of me down her throat made me cum in a hurry, which was just as well because I'd overslept and had to race to shower and pack and head for the airport. That night I talked to her at her apartment from my hotel room thanking her for my morning "treat." "That's to keep you out of trouble, give you good reason to come back and keep you from fooling around with all those women who throw themselves at you while you're on the road," she teased. "I might have to cut my trip short," I quipped. "So what'd you do today?" "I was feeling really pumped after I left so I decided to hit the gym during lunch. God knows it's been at least two, three weeks since I went there. My trainer, Theresa, was pissed." "Cause you hadn't been going to the gym?" "No, she thought I'd hired a new trainer." "Why?" "She said I was lifting about 25 percent more than last visit and that it looked like I'd added muscle. I told her "no" and then she whispered to me about steroids and I had to laugh and ask her if it looked like I was on steroids." "Like there's any chance of that with you looking as gorgeous as you do," I said. "Sweet talk me over the phone when I can't fuck you? You trying to frustrate your horny little girlfriend? You want me hunting down some man candy to ravage while you're gone?" "Of course not." "You'll take care of me when you get home then. I must admit, though, I did feel different – stronger – today. Felt real good. I guess I should be going to the gym more often again." The week of business meetings seemed to fly by and early Friday evening I got back home. I walked through the front door and was greeted by Trisha standing there in a very sexy diaphanous negligee. After hugs, kisses and greetings I asked her if her outfit was new. I didn't remember it. "Yeah, you like?" "Duh, what do you think?" "I got it this week. Turns out I had to buy all new lingerie." "How come? Washing machine eat them?" "No. My bras were bothering me so I went to Nordstrom's and their fitter said I needed new bras." "That's what they pay her to say to women, isn't it?" "Well sure, but I really did need them. Seems like your little girl got bigger. A "B" cup is too small for me now. Depending on who's making the bra, I'm wearing a "C" or "D"." "I'm sure you'll learn how to live with them," I grinned slyly. Trish knows that I have a thing for breasts, even though I was always happy with hers because they're quite firm. "Yeah. And I don't imagine I'll hear any complaints from you." "No. I guess I'll learn to live with them too." "See if this helps you adjust," she laughed, grabbing my arm and pulling me into my home office just off the foyer. She playfully pushed me onto a leather wing chair. She spread my legs apart and knelt between them wasting no time unzipping me and pulling my pants and boxers down around my ankles. She untied her negligee, allowing it to fall open in front. Without saying a word she leaned forward and began fucking my already raging boner with her tits. I was in shock. Trish had never tried to tit fuck me before and to be honest I'd never had any girl treat me to that trick. This fantasy coming true before my eyes was erotic dynamite and I had a short fuse. She'd been working on me for less than a minute when I started to cum. Trish could see my reaction and she bent over at the last second and had me ejaculate in her mouth. Once again I shot a huge load and once again she swallowed it all. "Didn't want any stains on your nice leather chair," she grinned. "Fucking wow!" was the best I could muster. We sat there for another couple of minutes while I regained my senses. "You gotta get changed. Dinner's almost ready to come out of the oven," she said, standing up between my legs. Without hesitation or apparent effort, Trish leaned forward, grabbed me under the armpits, lifted me straight out of the chair, and threw me up on her shoulder. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed, amazed that my Trish could lift me out of a chair and carry me. "You might be too weak to climb the stairs after shooting that load," she giggled. She walked out of the office, started across the foyer towards the stairs, then reversed herself and walked back to pick up my suitcase, carrying it in one hand and holding me with the other arm. She started walking up the stairs. It was evident that it was no strain for her. I was a bit too shocked to protest that she should put me down rather than straining herself (even though she didn't seem to be.) I looked at her upper arms. Now I couldn't see them clearly because the negligee wasn't gauzy enough to be see-through, but they looked really big! I told myself I had to be imagining things, that she couldn't have sprouted huge muscles between Monday and Friday. She dumped me on the bed and from the look in her eyes I could tell she was very horny. She started taking the nightgown off when the oven buzzer rang off. "Saved by the bell," she laughed and went back downstairs. She had a robe on when I got downstairs, so I couldn't check out her arms. I was still thinking it was my imagination. Before bed and turning out the lights (and before a great night of hot sex!) I gave her arms and breasts the once over. Maybe they were getting bigger, but I was kind of relieved that she didn't have the whoppers I'd imagined she had when she was carrying me up the stairs. Trisha was sitting on top of me the next morning when I woke up. It's a little game she likes to play. She likes to try to pin my wrists down even though she's too small to. I was thinking she seemed to feel a little heavier than I remembered, but my focus was quickly drawn to fighting her off. Damn if she wasn't putting on a much better fight than usual. My male ego was a little concerned that she was going to notice I wasn't keeping her at bay as easily as I usually do. Eventually she gave up trying, but it definitely was a tougher contest. "Did I wear you out last night?" she grinned, hopping off me and heading for the shower. I was still lying there when I heard her yell from the bathroom. "What the hell is this? Goddamn it, I don't believe it. Shit! Shit! Shit! I've got to go on a diet immediately!" I tiptoed to the bathroom, knowing that Trisha would not be in a good mood because she's religious about keeping her weight at 125. "What's the matter?" "Christ, I'm 140! How the fuck did that happen? Do I look fat to you?" "Of course not!" (Even if it looked like she had put on a few pounds I sure as shit wouldn't say anything. But her body looked as firm everywhere as it always does.) "You put on any weight?" "I don't think so." I stepped on the scale and was 175 as usual. "Why the hell should I be gaining weight and not you? Damn, do you think it's the drugs?" "I don't know. Maybe you should mention it to your doctor. But believe me, I think you look great. There's not an ounce of flab on you anywhere. Just as always." I thought that taking her out to dinner that evening might improve her mood. I picked her up at her apartment. We stood at her lobby mirror, ready to head to the restaurant. "Did you buy new shoes along with the new undies?" I asked. I'm sure she didn't miss the slightly irritated tone of my voice. "No. What's the matter? I'm wearing the same shoes I always wear with this dress." I've always been three inches taller than Trisha – 5 foot 10 inches to her 5 foot 7. She knows that I don't like her wearing big heels. She never wears heels bigger than three inches. I prefer looking taller, but I don't mind occasionally if she looks the same height, but I don't like her looking taller. Looking at each other in the mirror, it was obvious that Trisha was a good two inches taller than I was! "But these are my two inch heels," she said incredulously. "Kick off your shoes," I suggested. She took off her shoes. I slipped off my loafers. We faced each other in stocking feet. We were the same height. I hadn't noticed if before that – the change must have been gradual. We both said, "Could it be the drugs?" to each other at the same time. "I think a visit to the doctor is in order," I said as Trisha went to hunt through her closet for a pair of flats. Trisha called the drug company on Monday and asked to see the doctor who was working with her on the test program. They told her they wanted her to have a full blood work-up before seeing the doctor, so she went in to have blood taken on Tuesday. The appointment was scheduled for the following Tuesday when the labs would be back. The doctor wanted her to stay on her meds until the appointment unless there was a significant change. It was the Friday night of the weekend between the appointments. Trish and I were just hanging out at her place. I just had a pair of boxers on. Trisha was in an old t-shirt and thong panties. "I guess they can't be that concerned if they're keeping you on the drug," I commented. "They're not the ones getting bigger boobs and growing taller and feeling funny at times," Trish replied. "What do you mean feeling funny?" "I don't know what it is, but I really get this craving at times to taste your semen," she said, almost shyly. "Well then, I agree with the doctor completely. Keep up with the drug regimen!" I laughed. "You Neanderthal!" she chuckled, punching me playfully in the arm. "Ouch!" "Sorry, honey. Did that hurt?" My arm was sore and Trish could see I wasn't bullshitting. "I think I know how to take your mind off the pain," she purred. She took the hand of the arm she'd punched and slipped it under her top, bringing my fingers to her left breast. I was expecting a bra, considering how her breasts were thrusting out under the top, but she didn't have one on. Damn if her boobs weren't fuller and yet as firm, if not firmer, as ever. She'd always been a "handful" before. Now I couldn't hold the whole breast in one hand. She melted in my arms as I gently caressed her tit. "That's nice," she sighed. Her nipple stiffened as I rolled it with my thumb and index finger. With a slight squeeze, her whole body stiffened. I rolled the nipple around and around and then pinched a bit harder. Her body jerked and she started to moan. I flicked her with my fingers as fast as I could and then pinched harder several times, matching the twitching of her body. "OH FUCKING GOD! YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" Trish's whole body convulsed with a seismic orgasm. It was several minutes before her breathing came back to normal. "Wow. I've never had an orgasm that easily," she purred. "You weren't even working me downstairs." "I've always said I was good," I grinned. "Oh yeah? I'll show you good," she replied. She pulled my boxers off. "I want to watch it get hard while I work my magic," she said. Trish started dancing, undulating her whole body. She looked so hot. She spun around and started shaking her magnificent booty right in front of my face. I love her ass. Her cheeks are so round and rock hard. With all that gyrating I was rock hard pretty fast too. She saw me stroking my shaft and wagged a finger at me. "Keep your hands off your merchandise, big boy. I'll take care of everything." She peeled the thong off and let me get a good smokin' look at her gorgeous wet pussy. She ran her fingers over her labia and spread her pussy lips to give me a good shot of pink heaven. She turned back around and my cock was already throbbing. She knew she was getting me super turned on. She sucked in a big breath and thrust her chest forward. "I feel like I'm gonna burst right out of this old top. It's just too small," she snarled. She grabbed the t-shirt and ripped it off her like it was tissue paper. God it was sexy to watch her rip loose and her glorious globes bounce free. She didn't realize I was leaning forward as she was whipping her torso from left to right. SMACK! She clocked me pretty good with her tits. "Oops. Sorry," I said. "Didn't that hurt? You collided pretty hard." "No. I mean my breasts felt it, but it didn't hurt." "I thought since they seemed so sensitiveÉ" Without warning Trisha hit my face again with her breasts, three or four times. "See? Nope. Doesn't hurt. In fact it tingles a bit afterwards, in a nice way." Now I'm no psychiatrist and I'm not about to go see one so I can't explain to you what deep-seated thing in my head got triggered. All I know is that that act of Trisha hitting me with her boobs pushed me from having been pretty hot to on-the-verge-of-exploding excited. One thing about Trish is that she's really good at reading how excited I am and how close I am. By the look in her eyes I knew she knew I could barely control myself. She slid a bit closer to me and snaked her hand around my erection. "Take it like a man," she grinned. Trisha started hitting me with her breasts again, at first just grazing my face with her nipples. Then she really let loose, hitting me harder and faster with the full brunt of her boobs. It took only seconds and I groaned and started to shoot my load. Trish squeezed tight, preventing me from cumming as she whacked me a few more times. I was groaning, begging for release. She dropped her head down to my cock as she released her grip, letting me rocket another copious load into her waiting mouth. She kept sucking and pumping my shaft until she'd gotten every drop. She sat up with a smug, satisfied look on her face. "Told you I was good – and fast, too." "You hit hard with those!" "Hell, they must be, what, ten, fifteen pounds? They should pack a bit of a wallop. But your cock didn't seem to mind." The next day Trisha and I decided to play some tennis. Trish has been playing since she was a kid and even played for her college team, so her game's really good. That's the reason I don't mind playing her, even if she is a girl. I always beat her because I'm a guy and can hit harder. The score's usually 6-4, 6-2 for a couple of sets. I always let her serve first and her first serve was an ace. Blistering shot that caught me off-guard and flat-footed. That was just a hint of things to come. That morning Trish trounced me 6-0, 6-0. I lost count of the number of serves she aced me on. "Wow, you were on today," I complimented her as we walked off the court. "What's the matter with you? Why were you holding back?" "I wasn't. I've never seen you hit so hard. That's why you were taking the points. Hell, Trish, you were hitting like a guy." "A guy who's a better tennis player than you," she teased. That evening we were sitting out on my deck, having a couple of cocktails before dinner. Trisha was still luxuriating in her tennis victory. "6-0, 6-0. Did you get more than 30 points in any game?" she ribbed me. "You really brought your game today. What can I say?" "I haven't changed any of the mechanics of my swing." Trisha put her hands behind her head and stretched. "Holy shit! There's your answer!" I pointed to her arms. Her biceps had exploded in size when she flexed them as she stretched. "I thought you said you hadn't been to the gym much. You're packing some serious arms there!" Trisha flexed again, studying her own arm. "Hell, I guess they have gotten bigger. But they're not as big as yours." "You're a girl, Trish. They're not supposed to be." "You like 'em, or do they gross you out?" "They make you look athletic and athletic is sexy. And since you've got boobs and all the rest of you that makes you look like a girl, I guess I have to say I like them." "Good! Because I like the looks of them too and if these are the reasons I'm beating you at tennis then they ain't going away." "One match doesn't mean that you're the permanent champion." "Oh no?" she laughed jokingly. "Maybe I'm the new boss lady around here." "This is my house, I'm master of my kingdom and don't you forget it," I replied smugly. "I could just wrassle you to the ground and make you give up your crown." Now we both knew at that point that Trish was just joking around. I could have just let it go. But, of course being the guy, especially one who'd been summarily whupped playing tennis, I had to assert my macho posturing. "Any time you want to get it on, you know where to find me, little lady. I shouldn't even have to offer to defend my crown, but seeing as I'm such a nice guy and seeing how your one little tennis win has gone to your head, I'm willing to offer you a little lesson in physical humility." I smiled sweetly, but there'd been a bit of a put down tone in my voice. Trish twirled the ice cubes in her gin and tonic for a moment, not saying anything, just thinking. She smiled, amused at whatever she was thinking to herself. She took a long pull on the g and t and said, "We still got some time before dinner's ready. Let's do it." "You're not serious!" "Of course I am! It's just a friendly little wrestling match, that's all. It's not like we're going to try to kill each other. Just fun and a little athletic competition and whoever wins gets some bragging rights." "How would we go about doing it?" "Let's just step out on the grass. I don't know how you do these things. I guess one of us will give up, say uncle, whatever." "Okay. Any rules?" "No punching or kicking I guess." "Or scratching or biting." Trish took another swig of her drink, kicked off her flip-flops and bounded out onto the lawn. I followed. We were both in shorts and t-shirts. We started out very playfully. Trish jumping in and out and growling like a tigress. It was a while before we actually locked up. My weight and strength gave me some leverage, but I was quite surprised at how feisty and strong Trish was. As we got into it, she was really ex

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Much thanks.

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Without sounding rude, does anyone else wish DCM would put all of his efforts into finishing Tetsuko? The next scene will be the best because it shows how she sizes up against the gangsters.

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I’ve gotta say, these are very impressive. Please keep’em coming. Is there a site that has consolidated these morphs?

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