The cool morning light poured into over the tops of the skyscrapers of the city, sneaking its way into the eyes of Devin. He rose from one of the pleasant dreams since he’d moved to this bustling metropolis. He was resting in a big bed, watching TV, sipping on some tea, when he realized his pillow that had been holding him up had moved. He turned, and realized it was no pillow - it was Mariah’s enormous chest.
Even bigger than it was already, probably three times the size. She didn’t seem to mind, however. Mariah seemed quite content having Devin use her as furniture. He could barely see her face through her cleavage, but what he did see was her perfect smile. “You comfy, bud?”
“Extremely.” He smiled back. The rest of the dream consisted of feeling her breasts jiggle with her laugh, him nestling his head between Mariah’s tits, and enjoying each other’s company. It was perfect.
While sad he was pulled from this dream, the view of the city below was worth it. Clouds sat just below the windows as if Mariah’s apartment existed in a world of its own. Devin adjusted himself, leaning up to see the birds flying by and the planes departing in the distance. He took a deep breath and savored the sights. For a few minutes, he enjoyed his own little slice of heaven.
A jingle of keys pulled him from his daydream as the front door opened. Out from the foyer appeared his host, in her Christmas best. “So you decided to spend all that disposable income on TWO of those god-awful sweaters?!” Devin giggled as Mariah posed in her XXL Reindeer-adorned sweater, complete with a red, blinking nose for Rudolph.
“Good morning to you, too,” Mariah gave him a stink eye as she raised her hands. “Is that how you treat someone who buys you breakfast?” In one hand was a drink carrier, holding two large coffees while the other held a heavy paper bag. “You’re a fan of breakfast burritos, yes?” Her smile indicated she already knew the answer.
Devin was up in a flash before slowing once the morning wood became apparent. Mariah’s eyes shot down to it before darting away. She made her way to the kitchen island as Devin hunched over and walked to a seat. “You were up early.”
“I was, which is not my usual routine. I’m more of a ‘hang out in bed until I need to pee’ kind of gal,” she giggled as she began distributing food.
“Gross… me too.”
“It’s how we all are. If only we were brave enough to admit how lazy we like to be,” Mariah passed Devin a cold brew and a bacon and egg burrito. “There’s salsa and hot sauce in the bag. There’s also ketchup since I assume you’ve got the pallet of a five-year-old?” She hid her devious smile behind her drink.
“I’ve only been awake for a few minutes and I’m already being attacked? On the lord’s day, no less.” Devin threw up his hand in faux-exhaustion.
“It’s just a regular day, D. I’m allowed to be as cruel as I want, as long as I provide food and shelter.” Mariah took a big bite out of her burrito and moaned in delight. “Mmmm how do they do it? So damn good.” She took another big bite and sat back on her stool, resting her mammoth tits on the countertop. Devin’s eyes flicked down and Mariah rolled her eyes.
“They get heavy, sue me.” She joked.
“I would never, except for the abuse being thrown my way.”
“Alright, alright, Mr. Sensitive. Since it’s the holiday season - I’ll lay off a bit. I’ll be 10% less annoying. Mmmmaybe 5%,” She took another sip of her coffee. Devin dove into his burrito and they both enjoyed each other’s company as the day began.
“Alright, ya freeloader,” Mariah balled up her napkin and tossed it at Devin’s head, “what the gameplan?”
Devin gave her a confused look. “For…life?”
“For Christmas!” Her hands caressed the reindeer on her sweater. “We’ve got one day until Xmas eve, then what does Mr. D have planned?”
“Um… Honestly? I was probably going to hit up the bar and turn in early for some Chinese food and holiday movies.” Devin shrugged as he took another sip of his drink.
“Boooo! Where’s your Christmas spirit? I thought I helped you revitalize it. What was the point of me wearing this sweater?”
“I assumed it was meant as a form of visual torture?”
“Possibly, but back to the topic. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone. I won’t allow it.” Mariah crossed her arms over her impressive chest.
“Is that so?”
“It is.” Mariah glared, “I’ll be more polite and direct about this. I, too, am going to be alone. As shocking as that sounds for someone with such an amazing personality.” M shot a cheesy smile. “Are you going to let me spend Christmas in this big apartment all alone?!”
“It’s not the worst place to spend it,” images of his own studio apartment flashed in his mind. It wasn’t a place he could call home. It was just a place to sleep between work shifts.
“Well, it can be rather lonely. I wasn’t meant for one person, you know? I’ll be even more direct - would you like to spend Christmas in my awesome apartment?”
Devin couldn’t help but smile. “That’s very kind of you, Mariah. But really, you’ve done so much for me these past few days. I wouldn’t want to overextend my wel-” Another napkin bounced off his noggin.
“Look, I can’t be self-deprecating, but I’m literally begging you to join me for the holidays so I don’t drink alone. Will you, Devin aka Big D, join me for Christmas?” A shimmer of sincerity flickered in her eyes.
“I… I’d love that. Genuinely.” Devin gave her a warm smile, noting a bit of a blush on her cheeks. “Big D? Is that what you’re going with?” Images of Devin touching himself in the night shot through her mind, causing a rush of arousal in her loins.
“Hey… you’re the one making it weird. I mean, who wouldn’t want the nickname?” Mariah began clearing the burrito wrappers and other trash from their meal. “Well, I don’t know what you’re up to for the rest of the day, but I’ve got some chores and errands to run. So move your buns, Mister.” Mariah gave Devin a playful nudge to get him off the stool.
He gave a soft laugh and began gathering his things. He cleaned himself up in the bathroom and returned to the living room. Mariah was on the couch, sipping the last of her coffee, and stared out at the city below. “Looking sharp, Big D.”
“So that’s sticking?”
“Oh absolutely. Especially with how awkward you’re acting.” Mariah rose from her seat and grabbed her phone. “Alright, I’m going to do some tidying around this place so I don’t think I can walk you down, but text me throughout the day for any fun activities for Christmas Eve. I’m already brainstorming awful movies to watch.”
“I love it. I’m happy to pick up food if you’d like.”
“That’s too kind, but it’s Christmas, so I’m buying. Sorry, the decision is final.” Mariah gave a knowing smirk. “But you can bring a drink? Your call. Oh, and bring your PJ’s. You can stay the night again if the couch wasn’t too backbreaking.”
“I gotta be honest, I think it’s got more back support than my own bed.”
“That’s… a little sad, D. Maybe Santa will bring you a mattress this year,” she gave a knowing look.
“Please don’t actually buy me a mattress, M.” Devin tried to give a serious look. It didn’t work.
“Me? No no, I’m talking about Santa. We just met, D. We barely know each other.” Devin had a sinking feeling she was going to have a gift-wrapped king-size bed waiting for him when he returned tomorrow.
“Well, text me if there’s anything else you’d like me to bring. I’ll get going. Thank you again for letting me stay. Last night was fun.”
“Minus my little freak out…” Mariah turned away, ashamed of herself.
“You’re ok, M. Think nothing of it,” Mariah blushed at his words. In a flash, she had her arms wrapped around him. Their heads landed on each other’s shoulders, her being slightly taller than him meant her breasts compressed against his upper torso all the way down to his belly button. They were so warm while being both firm and soft. They were perfect, and he tried to position his erection away from her. He could be mistaken, but he could have sworn he felt Mariah pull him closer when he got harder. Maybe it’s just the added pressure from her chest?
They separated and Devin headed down to the lobby. Maurice the Doorman was there, giving him a slightly judgemental look. “You treating her right, sir?”
“Of course, Maurice. I promise.”
Maurice grunted in return as he opened the door for Devin. Devin didn’t quite know how to interpret this professional contempt. Maybe he could win him over? Devin headed out into the cold city and headed straight for the mall he’d explored with Mariah the day prior.
Upstairs, Mariah laid back on the couch, her breasts jiggling for a good minute as she stared at the ceiling. “Am I really falling for this guy?” The images of them laughing, teasing each other, and just enjoying each other’s company brought a smile to her face. More than that, she felt something in her heart she hadn’t felt in a long time. She felt something similar when she was with her ex, Sam, but this felt stronger. Special, even.
Then the image of Devin seeing her stepping out of the bathroom flashed in her mind. Her bare breasts fully nude. She felt so embarrassed, even though she knew Devin immediately went to touch himself after. She knew he at least was curious about her chest, but she hated them. Especially how they almost caused her to orgasm from his massage.
Her hand snaked up under her shirt to her nipple, thick and taut at these dirty thoughts. Almost as thick as her thumb, she gave it a light twist and gasped. Mariah pictured Devin stroking his thick cock. God, she needed to be laid. She imagined that thick cock slipping between her lips. She yearned to taste his cum shooting down her throat. Her orgasm started to build as her hand now massaged her gigantic tit. The bigger they grew, the more sensitive they’d become. Her other hand snuck down to her panties, slipping underneath to tease her clit.
She pictured Devin’s face tensing as his orgasm built. He was so hot as he stroked his cock faster and faster. She pictured him on top of her, thrusting his member harder and faster by the minute. “Fuck, yes! Deeper!” She whispered to herself as she picked up speed.
Her orgasm was almost here. “Fuck, cum inside me! Fucking do it!” She needed it. She needed to be fucked and god dammit did she want it to be Devin. Her pussy coated her fingers in cum as her other hand gripped her breast tighter and tighter. It was so large she only grabbed 20% of the entire surface area. It was about half as sensitive as her clit, but teasing both erogenous zones at once pushed her over the edge. She came, a scream squeezing out of her throat as her thighs clamped down on her hand. Her other hand clenched her breast as the orgasm rolled through her like a wave.
After a solid minute, she caught her breath as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Fuck… is this bad? This might be bad.” Mariah was worried that this new friend might mean more to her than she was planning. She made her way to the bathroom and washed her hands, removing her shirt, and noticed something.
Her breasts seemed a bit more… full? Heavier, maybe. I guess they looked… bigger. Dread struck her, “No no no, they were supposed to be done growing!” She rushed over to her largest bra and slipped her arms through. As she tried to holster the two milkers, she made a depressing discovery. Mariah couldn’t clasp the bra.
Tears welled in her eyes as she had to get creative. She pressed her immense chest into the wall, using her entire body weight to press the band closer together. After a few minutes of wrestling, the hooks caught. As she stepped back, out of breath, she inspected this recent development. Mariah’s breasts were already a bit too big for this custom bra, but now… now her bra looked two sizes too small. Maybe even three.
Mariah took deep breaths, suppressing her tears. She quickly pulled out her phone and texted the one person she could rely on in this moment.
M: Hey. I know it’s Christmas but I have an emergency. Can you meet?
R: of course, sweetie. Come by anytime.
Mariah sighed in relief. She finished cleaning herself, brushed her teeth and washed her face, and headed to the one shop in the city that could help her on short notice: Ruth’s Custom Womenswear.
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The bell above the door jingled as Mariah entered the storefront. “Ruth! You here?” She called out. It wasn’t a large store, but it was more cozy than a normal clothing store. Mariah stood at the front desk, trying to ignore that her breasts were easily resting on the counter. Could they do that the last time she was in? She thought this as other anxious thoughts filled her mind.
An elderly woman emerged from a beaded curtain. “Ms. Mariah, as I live and breathe! How are you, sweetheart.” This was Ruth - a 4’11” grey-haired elderly woman who gave Mariah a big smile as she came around the front desk. She embraced Mariah, inadvertently pressing her head into Mariah’s cleavage. “Oh dear, you have grown.”
Mariah shot her a concerned look as Ruth stepped back. “I knew it! Oh god, this was supposed to be done!”
Ruth nodded, feeling for her favorite client. She rubbed Mariah’s back. “I know how hard this is, sweetie. As a bit of a Christmas miracle, I have been experimenting with a new design for you. I could add a bit more room and support this afternoon if you have a few hours to spare.”
“Oh course, Ruth. Take all the time you need. I just… I… I need some support for tomorrow.” Mariah took some deep breaths as she struggled to hold herself together.
“It’s a man, isn’t it?” Ruth gave a knowing look as she took out her tape measure.
Mariah was shocked. “How are you that perceptive?! Am I that readable?” Ruth made her way around Mariah’s massive tits, taking all her measurements.
“I’ve been in this business for a long time, sweetie.” Ruth finished jotting down her notes and turned to give Mariah a smile. “Now, don’t worry. I’m all free this afternoon. I’ll get this all sorted for you in a flash.” Ruth gave her a wink and disappeared through the beads.
Mariah let out a huge sigh of relief and while she could go out to try and finish her errands, she decided to regroup on the comfy couch until her new bra was ready. She pulled out her phone and smiled. Someone had texted her.
D: How many cases of beer do we need? 2? 20? image attached
Mariah opened the image to see a shopping cart overflowing with cases of the cheapest beer available. She giggled. Devin was quite good at distracting Mariah, and she needed a good laugh right now.
M: I love the initiative. Since it’s Christmas, let’s treat ourselves. Grab a few kegs 😈
D: Oh, good call. What are we thinking? 1 big one or 10 small ones?
M: One big one, we’re not 20 anymore.
D: I’m still young at heart!
M: Of course, Big D. But I’m old at heart.
D: That’s true, you ARE an old lady.
M: and proud of it.
Mariah smiled, chewing on her lip. A thought popped into her head and she considered sharing it with Devin. Was it too much? Was it… too forward? With the morning she was having, she decided to go for it.
M: Hey… guess what?
D: You won the lottery?
M: What?!
D: You said guess what, I assumed it was the lottery.
M: Ah, good man. This is actually the opposite of winning the lottery.
D: Uh oh, what happened?
M: Promise not to judge?
D: I don’t think I can ever promise that, but since it’s Christmas, I’ll do my best.
M: I appreciate your sacrifice… after you left this morning, I tried to get ready and my… bra…didn’t fit.
D: What… what does that mean? Didyou get some indigestion from the burrito?
M: No! That’s not how it works! I…I think I grew.
TO BE CONTINUED