Eliza (Futa/Male, Growth, Hyper, Condom Filling, Excessive Size/Cum)

I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was, after a whole decade apart. Had it really been that long since I've seen her? I can remember saying goodbye when she moved away. We were thirteen and sobbing uncontrollably as our parents pried us apart from our desperate embrace. Eliza and I were inseparable, or so we thought.

Now standing no more than ten feet away was this stunning woman. She stood out among the regulars at the farmers' market. I couldn't help but stare at her big, green eyes and the cute scar that dipped into the top of her left eyebrow. It had to be Eliza. Her silky smooth, dark brown hair shined in the sun. It contrasted against her pale, freckled skin.

In true Eliza fashion, she was wearing a dress. I don't think I've ever seen her in any other kind of clothing, come to think of it. The bright yellow sundress hugged her torso a bit too well, showing off what puberty had blessed her with. She had some of the largest breasts I've seen, each a little bigger than her head. They were so full looking and barely sagged at all, amazingly. Her hips were just as impressive, giving her an extreme hourglass shape. I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like from behind. I was so hypnotized by her effortlessly sexy saunter that before I knew it she was about to pass me.

I blurted, “Eliza, is that you?”

Her eyes darted to mine in surprise,“Huh, sorry do I know yo...wait, Chris?!”

I nodded with a nervous grin. “Man, even her voice got sexy,” I thought to myself.

Eliza's face lit up. “Chris!” She jumped at me and the impact almost made me drop my bag of produce. She was surprisingly dense. Her face nuzzled into my broad chest as she hugged me as hard as she could. I could feel her heavy tits squeeze against me as I hugged her back. My nose was delighted by her sweet, pleasant scent. She felt so warm, so inviting.

“I thought I'd never see you again,” she sobbed into my t-shirt.

“I know, I did too. I had no way of contacting you after you left. I wouldn't have recognized you if it weren't for that scar of yours,” I replied.

She looked up at me with a mischievous smile, her mascara bleeding a bit, beautiful green eyes teary, “You know that it was your fault I fell face first into that creek, right? You big oaf.”

We laughed as we regained our composure, reliving that day in our heads, eventually letting go of each other. I couldn't get over how beautiful she had become. She had one of those undeniably attractive faces that radiated a certain magnetism. A cute, slender nose, plump lips, framed by a sharp jaw. It felt like looking at a piece of art.

I noticed her staring back at me and I felt my face flush. “She's your childhood best friend, stop getting aroused!” I told myself as I broke eye contact.

Eliza giggled, “You really grew up, huh?” She gestured upward with her delicate hand. “I'm glad you're still taller than me.”

I looked back to see her sheepish expression, a hint of red in her cheeks. Eliza wasn't a short girl by any means, standing at six feet tall. We were both picked on for being the tall, awkward kids at school, which gave us something to bond over.

“Yeah, it seems like we both did some growing,” I said teasingly.

This time she turned red and looked away, crossing her arms over her creamy cleavage. Her huge boobs mushed around her forearms. “Still as annoying as ever,” she muttered, trying to hide her smile behind pouted lips.

I laughed, “Can't argue with you there. Let's grab some food and catch up! There's so much we need to talk about. You're not busy, are you?” I asked with anticipation.

Drying her eyes she responded, “Nope, I was just checking the market out. I'm glad you said food, because I'm starving. There's a great pizza place down the street, let's go there.”

“Perfect. I've been dying for good pizza since I moved here. Show me the way, Liza” I said cheerfully.

She grinned, her perfect white teeth glowing. She still had cute dimples when she smiled. It felt like we were back home again, spending our summer vacations together in New York. “Nobody calls me that anymore, you dork,” giving me a playful slap on my shoulder, her tits jiggling as her palm made contact. “Let's go.”

As she turned to direct me, I couldn't help but stare at her body. Perfect breasts that seemed to defy gravity, extending nine inches or so away from her torso. A taught, slender stomach clearly visible through her dress. You could tell she had great core strength, I mean she had to, given her assets. Hips that flared to the sides, stretching the fabric of the dress.

For a second, I thought I noticed something swing around between her legs as s

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