I'll try to make this NOT completely about sex. Sorry if I've disappointed some of you, but this needs a storyline too! : But there definitely will be sex here, so don't fret. This is a long chapter, to make up for the things I've denied you all. :

VERY explicit sex in this chapter. If you don't like that, you can skip this.

I don't own Jake or Miley, but I own Jamal.

"Alysha, baby, you need implants," Jamal said to Miley as soon as she walked into the building the next day.

"I'm sorry, what?" Miley asked, shocked. Her breasts were already huge, and her bra clasp was at the last clip.

"Look, after seeing Therese's babies, you need to match up. It ain't good sex till the tits dont fit the bra," Jamal replied.

Miley rolled her eyes. He was always saying weird things like that. But another implant couldn't hurt. "How big?" she said to Jamal, unbuttoning her top.

Jamal didn't answer until Miley had taken off her shirt. He walked over and took her breasts in her hands. "Hm... I'd say... 36 F."

Miley was shocked. "F?!" she squealed, taking a step away from Jamal.

He nodded. "Don't worry bout the bra, baby girl, I got people who do that kind of thing. In fact, I already got some prepared." With that, he reached into a box lying around nearby and pulled out three enormous bras. They were all similar to the fig-leaf bra, in the way that they were only meant to cover the nipples. They weren't the padded ones, and they were rather thin. Stiff or not, Miley's nipples would definitely be able to be visible. She sighed and headed toward the room where she would get her implants.

By the time Jake had arrived, Miley's implants were complete. She just walked out of the room as Jake walked in, and he was taken back to see that Miley's breasts had grown. She cupped them and rubbed them together, testing out the comfort of having such large breasts. Amazingly, they didn't really sag. When they weren't wrapped in the flimsy excuse for a bra, they only sagged to about the middle of her ribcage. They weren't really long, but they were big as hell. Anyone who would be lucky enough to have sex with Miley would certainly remember her gigantic breasts.

"Oh, Terrence, you're here!" Jamal cried, walking over to Miley. Before she had time to react, he grabbed her arm and pushed her into Jake's arms. "You two have the day off, ya hear? I think if you get closer off the set, you'll have a brighter flame on the set." He winked at them, and escorted them out in a hurry. Jake and Miley didn't even know what was going on, so they obviously were dazed as they were pushed out of the building. Miley was embarrassed that she was standing in front of a building wearing only a flimsy g-string and no bra. Jake was wearing casual jeans, a dress shirt, and a formal jacket.

When they were outside, Miley shivered, her nipples growing erect from the cold. Jake frowned and took off his jacket and tried to button it over her huge chest. It wouldn't work. So Miley just held the ends together and hoped that it covered as much of her cleavage as humanly possible.

"Look, Miley," Jake began, turning to her. She stopped him before he could say anything else. Holding out her arm, she hailed a taxi and beckoned Jake inside.

"Let's go over to my place and discuss it," she said. She didn't want to talk about sexual affairs in such a public place. Giving her address to the taxi driver, he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at Miley. "Love the look on ya, babe," he said gruffly. Quick as lightning, he reached turned around in his seat and gave Miley's breast a jiggle. Winking and turning back to the wheel, he drove off speedily to the address Miley gave him.

When they finally got there, Miley paid him, but she lost her grip on the jacket. The driver got to see the fullness of her milky orbs, and he salivated as a lump grew in his pants. Miley blushed and hurried inside, pulling Jake behind her. It was an apartment building, and they rushed to the elevators. Miley punched the 11th button and tapped her foot anxiously as the elevator slowly rose to the floor. Thank God nobody else had to get on! When they finally reached the 11th floor, Miley grabbed Jake's arm and dragged him to her door. Hurriedly opening it with her key card, she pushed him inside and closed and locked the door behind her. What made her so nervous, she didn't know. Maybe it was because she was basically topless, and that stupid driver had violated her, in a way. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Jake and said, "Okay, now talk."

Jake's cheeks were a crimson red. "Water?" he choked out, his throat dry from nervousness. Miley shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Distractedly, she got a cup and poured water from a marked bottle into the cup. Had she taken the time to inspect it, she would have known it was her personal water, spiked with Viagra, in case she needed to get horny for the movie. Now she went back to Jake and handed him the cup brimming with Viagra-filled water. He chugged it down in a manner of seconds, and soon a strange look came over his face. For some reason, he started feeling aroused. His pants became tighter as his penis stiffened, and Miley noticed. She raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth the say something.

But Jake didn't let her. In that instant, he took a step toward Miley, filling the distance between them. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her passionately, his tongue mingling with her own. Miley was surprised. What was going on? But she was too distracted. Jake was a better kisser than in those long ago high school years, and the feeling of his rough jeans rubbing against the panties blocking her vagina let her know how hard his penis was. She was suddenly overcome by a desire to have sex with Jake, partially because he filled her with such feelings, and partially because she should just listen to Jamal and "bond" with Jake.

Running her fingers through his hair, she slowly moved them down until she reached his buttoned shirt. Fingering the soft material, she mumbled, "Expensive shirt?" As she spoke, Jake was still kissing her, and he stopped only to answer her. "Only if you want it to be," he said softly. With that, Miley's hormones started raging, and she ripped off his shirt. Covering his muscular chest with kisses, she barely even noticed as Jake slid out of his jeans and boxers, and slipped the coat off of her shoulders. Miley didn't even know what she was kissing anymore. Chest, arms, neck, lips, everything was the same.

Carrying her to her bedroom, Jake never released his face from the deep flesh of Miley's enhanced breasts. He licked them, sucked them. He all but came on them as he led Miley to the bedroom. Once they were in there, he dropped her on the bed. She splayed out her arms and legs, cum dripping from her pussy. Her hair was laid out on the bed, like a lion's mane. The Viagra stole Jake over, and he grabbed a condom off the bedside table (Miley always kept one there, should she ever need to have sex that WASN'T being filmed) and ripped off the corner of the package. Pulling out the condom, he wrapped it over his penis and penetrated Miley. She moaned and came even more, and Jake bent over as he pumped her, sucking on her neck and breasts. A little red hickey showed up on her neck, and a similar one on her breast. Jake shoved himself inside of her, all the while pleasuring himself with Miley's breasts.

Miley was enjoying it as well. She rubbed her breasts as Jake licked them, moaning in pleasure as she could feel all of her breasts being sucked on. As soon as she thought things couldn't get any better, Jake reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. He pulled his penis out of Miley and dangled the handcuffs in front of her, his smile turned up at the corners. Miley obliged and raised her arms above her head, arching her back as she did so. Jake leaned over, his chest grazing Miley's stiff, wet nipples. He locked the handcuffs around her wrists, and stroked her inner thigh. Miley groaned and pulled her arms down, cum dripping from her vagina like a river. Jake quickly licked it up.

Suddenly, Jake changed positions. He was sitting on the bed, his cock sticking straight up, and Miley was atop him, her pussy absorbing his massive girth. Jake had one had squeezing her breast, the other on her waist. He used the hand on Miley's waist to bounce her up and down on his penis, but she lifted herself as well. Her vagina started to bleed a bit, yet she was in so much pleasure. "Oh God... Jake... stop... I can't... I can't take it anymore..." she moaned, moving up and down easily on Jake's penis. She found the key for the handcuffs and unlocked them, dropping them to the floor. Before Jake brought her down on his penis again, she got off and breathed heavily.

"J-Jake... I think..." she panted, and grabbed a book off of her shelf. '50 Different Sex Positions!' was the title of the book, and Miley showed it to Jake. A smile crept across both of their faces, and Miley opened the book to a random page. A picture on one page depicted a girl with her hands on either side of the man's stomach. The man was on his back, and the girl was kneeling, being penetrated by his large cock. On the other page was a description on how it should be done, and Miley hurriedly scanned it. She threw the book aside once she was done and lay Jake flat on his back. He made no objections. She climbed on top of him, her knees on the bed, her pussy being penetrated. Good God, she could feel cum dripping out of her, and she could feel Jake's pumping into her as she moved rythmically upon his penis. Jake reached out and grabbed as much of her fleshy breasts as he possibly could, and squeezed, pressed, and moved them in the same rythymn as Miley rode his penis.

Miley grabbed the book and flipped through it. She didn't show the illustration or tell Jake anything, but she grinned. She slid wetly off of Jake's penis and took his hand, making him stand up. He stood up obligingly, only slightly confused. Not that much, because he was confident Miley would make him cum very, very soon. She kissed him passionately and he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers sliding down her back, and wrapping around her firm ass. He gave it a squeeze and his cock grazed her vagina as he took a tiny step forward. Miley lifted her leg and rubbed the side of her lower leg against Jake's thighs. She could feel the tip of his cock throbbing as she took his hand and placed it around her leg. He followed her lead and held fast. Slowly, Miley lifted her other leg. Jake swiftly caught it at the calf and pinned it against his side. Placing his hands on the underside of her thighs, he slowly moved his arms backward. His penis slowly entered her vagina. Miley bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying not to scream as she came over and over again on Jake's hands.

Jake stepped forward until Miley's ass was plunked on a table. He winked at her and rubbed the insides of her thighs. Miley moaned and cum spilled out of her vagina. Jake grinned and slowly slid his hands down to her ankles. "No... Jake... don't stop..." Miley said softly. Jake bent down and kissed her thighs, and cum dribbled out, and he quickly licked it up. His tongue flicked in and out of her pussy, and she cried in ecstasy. He lifted his head and took a firm grip of her ankles. Miley threw her head back, groaning and panting. Jake pulled back on her ankles, and just like that, his penis slid into her extremely wet pussy. Miley screamed in pain and pleasure, breathing faster and heavier. Her breasts bounced up and down and she moaned and cried out, and Jake kept ramming her back and forth while burying his face in those tender white breasts.

"Wait... Jake... stop..." she whispered as Jake was licking the inside of her pussy. "I need... to get... s-something..." she panted. She slowly slid off the table, and, in her horny and sex-drunken state, she staggered to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle filled with Viagra-spiked water. She opened the cap and held it under her pussy. Drips of cum spilled into it, and she laughed as though she were drunk. Hobbling back to the bedroom, she held up the bottle as if it were beer and said, "Drink it, Jake." As he sauntered over, she took a big swig of the stuff herself. Jake opened his mouth and Miley poured some in. For a moment, they both looked daze. Then Jake's penis, which had been limp for a little bit, suddenly sparked up again. Miley's nipples grew stiff and hard, and she groaned as Jake thrust himself into her.

Jake abruptly grabbed Miley and lay her almost roughly on the table. She arched her back and spread her legs, her pussy begging for something to fill it. He took hold of her ass and pushed up, so that she was balanced on her shoulders. He snatched the bottle of Viagra/water/cum and poured it all over Miley, but most of it dribbled around her vagina. He immediately bent down to suck it up, his tongue probing in, out, and everywhere on Miley's body. She screamed his name, her mind a mess of sex, sex, sex, and Jake. But too much sex was starting to overwhelm her. Miley could feel herself drifting. With one last cry, she came and it dribbled out all into Jake's mouth, which he hungrily swallowed.

After a few quick, short breaths, Miley fell unconscious, still breathing heavily in her sleep. Jake smiled at her, and lifted her up. He lay her down gently on her bed and lay down next to her. He pulled off the condom, which was covered in his cum, Miley's, or both. Tossing it to the ground, he put his hand between Miley's huge breasts and lay a hand on one, squeezing every few seconds. His other hand was at Miley's cunt, stroking the inside of it, drawing out cum on his fingers every time. What he really wanted to do was bang her again, but he knew it would have no effect or use if Miley wasn't awake. So he settled for enjoying the comfort of her 36-F breasts and her cumming vagina.

Explicit sex, you see?