Chapter 1: The ugly duckling grows up

Dawn W was a real ugly duckling. At the age of 12, she was taller than most in her class, and the heaviest by far. She was already wearing C-cups, and the kindest thing anyone said was that she was chubby. In addition, she wore glasses and had recently been fitted with braces on her protruding teeth. Her hair was greasy and unmanageable.

Over the next few years her height stabilized, but those tits just kept growing!. By 15, she was up to DD-cups. She lacked any social confidence, and wore baggy shapeless clothes in order to hide her body. Still, she was conscious of rude comments from boys in her class about bigger udders than a dairy cow, and of mooing sounds made behind her.

She avoided social contact, buried herself in studies and became involved in church work as a Sunday School teacher. She did play (field) hockey for the school, as goalkeeper, but even that led to audible comments about how unfair it was that she left no room for the ball to get past her.

After high school she obtained a generous scholarship to study computer science at her local University of Cape Town in South Africa where she had grown up. She dreamt of meeting a boy who would sweep her off her feet, but her lack of social graces made this unlikely. The braces had by now gone, but little else had changed. She still wore baggy tops and jeans or trousers to hide her body.

Academically, she did well, and was in demand to join project teams in a quite male dominated class. It was clear that the boys on the team did not even think of her as a girl, and quite openly swapped stories of sexual conquests as if she was just one of the lads. But back in her own room, she would relive the stories, stroking her breasts and nipples while she imagined herself being ravished by one of her male colleagues. Her fingers would find her clit and pussy, as she wondered what a hard male organ would feel like penetrating her body.

One boy who was a frequent focus of her fantasies was one Enrico F in her class. He unashamedly exploited her willing help on various assignments, but otherwise hardly recognized her existence. He was of Italian extraction and lived up to the associated Romeo reputation. Stories circulating amongst the other students suggested that he bedded half the women on campus, and Dawn lay at night fingering herself, wishing she was one of them.

Dawn graduated top of her class, and was immediately snapped up by a progressive software development company in Cape Town. Within a year, she was a project leader, earning more than she had ever dreamed possible, but it made no immediate difference to her social life.

It was at about that time, though, that Dawn was taken in hand by Hilary, a rather flamboyant, red-haired and outgoing woman in her late thirties who worked in the administrative department. Hilary was famed for wearing outrageously revealing outfits, and was rumoured to have had affairs with all the bosses. She was twice-divorced and had three sons, generally accepted to have been sired by three different fathers. But somehow, she took a motherly interest in Dawn whom she perceived to be a sad and unhappy girl.

At Hilary's urging, Dawn consulted an ophthalmic surgeon, and a subsequent operation removed the need for glasses. Hilary's hairdresser gave Dawn a new close-cropped hairstyle which suited her much better. Joint shopping sprees which Dawn could now easily afford filled her wardrobe with tighter tops, displaying rather than hiding her femininity, and even showing a little cleavage and upper swells (to Dawn's initial embarrassment).

Dawn joined the local gym. She would never be slim, but her waist trimmed down, making her bosom more spectacular, and her naturally strong legs firmed up into very shapely form. Hilary encouraged her to wear shorter skirts (not quite miniskirts at this time) to exploit this new shape. Even her tits, although no smaller, seemed to get firmer, needing less bra support, and allowing her to buy a few more frilly lacy creations.

Slowly she became aware of men staring at her bosom and legs, not to scoff any more but in open admiration. However, she still lacked confidence to socialize to any great extent, in spite of Hilary's encouragement.

Then, half way through her third year with the company (just after her 25th birthday), her life changed when Gavin T appeared on the scene. He was a technician involved in replacing their network systems, and was some five years older than Dawn. He was rather shorter than her and really skinny, even wimpish looking, but flirted incessantly with her. He was a tit-man to the core, and leered openly at her bosom, while talking to her, especially when a bit of swell was revealed. Although slightly embarrassed by this attention, Dawn was also flattered, and was ripe for the picking.

When Gavin asked her out on a date, she turned to Hilary for advice, and ended up with a shorter skirt and lower neckline than she had ever worn before. Nervously, she invited Gavin in for coffee when they returned. She had never been alone with a man under such conditions. Within minutes, Gavin had his hands on her tits. She wanted to resist but it felt sooooooooo good. It did not take much longer for Gavin to have her top and bra off, and he gazed at those luscious orbs for the first time.

"Ohhhhh, they're gorgeous" he whispered breathlessly, as her buried his face in the soft valley.

Again she felt that she should resist, but then his lips found her coral pink tips and he nursed on them with a grown of pleasure. Dawn felt she'd died and gone to heaven... she had never experienced such divine feelings.

He dry humped his crotch against her exposed thigh, and she thrilled at the feel of his rock-hard erection. But on this occasion, she resisted him at last when his hands found her crotch, and the evening ended with her still a virgo intacta. But that night she relived the feelings of Gavin's hands and lips all over her breasts, and the pressure of his cock against her leg.

The second date was three days later, and her virginity was gone forever. In spite of the initial pain, it felt so good that she just knew she would want to fuck again and again and again. She was willing to give herself to Gavin wherever and whenever he wanted. Much to her surprise she found it quite a turn-on to be naked in his presence, as his obvious lust overpowered even her residual negative feelings about her body.

Two weeks later, he took her away for a long-weekend. They were at a quiet family cottage on a deserted stretch of coast. Gavin kept her naked for the whole time. At first she was a little shy and embarrassed, but gradually his obvious admiration of her curves made her feel increasingly comfortable, and she even started enticing him by spreading her legs or pushing her tits out at him. He introduced her to the joys of cunnilingus, loving the feel and aroma of her lush pussy lips. She couldn't believe how this could turn him on, but she exhilarated in the sensations. Then he taught her to suck cock and she understood. They screwed incessantly, night and day, missionary style, doggy style, with her on top. Dawn was now totally addicted to sex.