Devin could feel his forehead grow damp and sweaty at the text message sitting on his phone.
I think I grew.
“Grew?” Devin thought, “That’ not… how does that… what?! She said they had grown rapidly these past few years, but it had stopped…Hadn’t it?” Devin stood in the middle of the grocery store aisle, frozen. Had he been there for seconds, minutes, hours? He couldn’t say, but the world had faded away. All that could occupy his mind was the image of her monstrous milkers dangling in front of him the night he’d accidentally walked into her room. They were beyond words. He didn’t know people could be that big, especially a woman of her height.
His cock pulsed with his heartbeat as he thought of his dream. Her sedan-sized tits holding him up as the perfect back support. They couldn’t get that big… could they? Devin didn’t want Mariah to suffer and it was clear her size was beyond a nuisance. She’d repeatedly said she was close to getting them reduced, as soon as they were done growing. Mariah had made it sound like she was close to that moment, but now…
His phone buzzed.
M: Did I scare you off?
Devin frantically typed a response.
D: No, no, no! So sorry. I just… didn’t know what to say. Are you alright?
M: Not at all. Far from it. This is turning into a shitty Christmas after all.
D: I should have warned you this would happen when you get mixed up with the likes of me…
M: Oh, so you’re taking the blame that I need to spend $400 on a bra right now? You can cover the costs then, as an early Christmas present.
D: Oh… hmmm
M: You don’t think I’m worth it?! That I should walk around like some bimbo with these blimps hanging out?!
D: of course notttt!
M: I’m just fucking with you. I just… don’t know what to do.
D: Look, I’m no doctor, but is there a chance it could be… like… i don’t know hormones or something? Maybe you ate something that caused it?
There was a long pause before Mariah responded.
M: You might have a point. I know I shouldn’t have dairy…
D: What?! You had like 10 pizzas last night!!!
M: not that many! I’m only human and HUMANS LOVE PIZZA! I knew I shouldn’t have, but I thought the growth was done.
D: Ok, for Xmas Eve - NO DAIRY! Regardless of how delicious cheese and ice cream and all things dairy are. Deal?
M: UGH! Fine, MOM!
D: Hey, I’m just looking out for my homie.
M: Ew. What decade were you born in?
D: None of your business! 😛we’ll have a nice dinner of cardboard and wet meat.
M: mmmm wet meat…
D: Don’t be gross.
M: I don’t know what you’re talking about…
D: But really… Mariah, I am sorry.
M: It’s ok, D. It’s happened before. I just… I just thought I had made it to the other side. I’m close, but I’m not there yet. I’ll see you tomorrow.
D: Text me if you need anything!
Devin collected himself, struggling to shake the images of Mariah’s heaving bosom fighting to break free from her brassiere. The thought of them wrapped around his head, the body heat suffocating him as they tacked on mass. Bulging bigger, thicker, heavier.
*bang*
Devin ran his shopping cart straight into a stack of canned tomato sauce, sending the cans flying down the aisle. Shoppers peered around the corner as a frustrated teenage employee waddled towards the mess with a mop in hand. “Sorry everybody…” Devin whispered to himself.
He quickly took to helping restack the cans, before knocking it over once again. “Just go,” the defeated teen cried.
“You got it!” In a blink, Devin was out the door without any groceries. “I can get those later.” After a brief cool-down walk through the snow-covered park, Devin made his way to the mall. Unsurprisingly, the stores and corridors were packed with worried shoppers, all desperate to find that perfect gift for their special someone at the very last minute. Store after store was backed to the gills with red-faced and panicky fathers wrestling over the last copy of the newest FPS game or mothers tearing each other’s hair out - it wasn’t a pretty sight.
Devin bobbed and weaved through the havoc to find the store he was looking for. Holiday music blared over the speaker system as he passed through clouds of perfume. The walls and racks were all stripped bare of their items, with only a small selection remaining in each department. “Please still be here…” Devin whispered to himself.
Devin passed crowds of screaming children and parents desperately trying to calm them down. These distractions wouldn’t pull him from his mission.
Nearly missing it, Devin caught his prize in the corner of his eye. Shoving past a teen screaming at their father about what to buy, Devin grabbed his treasure and headed for the cashier. The commotion and cacophony of noise surrounding him fell away. He found the perfect gift for Mariah, and nothing was going to get him down. He inspected the gift, proud of himself, maybe even too proud when the clerk yelled ‘Sir!’ to break his gaze. Devin hadn’t felt this excited to give a gift since high school. He had worked day and night on a slide show of all the photos of himself and his then-girlfriend. Unfortunately, her gift to him was a note saying she wanted to see other people.
Maybe Devin had too much emotion wrapped up in this? He tried not to let his anxiety take hold as he asked for the item to be gift-wrapped, which the clerk begrudgingly obliged the request. Devin had a skip in his step and even attempted to whistle. He didn’t know how, but he couldn’t care. He knew he couldn’t really help Mariah with her… growth problem, but what he could do was distract her. Hopefully, he’d nailed it.
~~~
As he arrived home, Devin carefully placed the gift on his desk, making sure there weren’t any creases or smudges on the wrapping. He wanted it to be perfect. He surveyed his studio - the full-size bed that was too big for the space, the TV that was too small but still worked, his overflowing kitchen stuffed with utensils and bowls but not enough storage. His mind wandered back to Mariah’s apartment - all the space, all that room - it wasn’t envy Devin was feeling. He was just happy he got to experience it. It was almost as good as getting a gift by spending time with Mariah in her home.
A light bulb went off in his head. Devin dove for a piece of paper and a pen and carefully, remembering all of his penmanship lessons from elementary school, he carefully wrote a note to go along with his gift. He took regular breaks to make sure he didn’t smudge the ink. Just as he finished, he felt his pocket vibrate.
It was her.
M: Well, I’m $400 poorer but your girl is back in action!
D: Nice! Even though you said it would take a few hours, that was wicked fast to create a whole new bra.
M: Ruth is the best. She has been so helpful since all this started. Even for her ‘sloppy work’ (her words, not mine) she still nails it. image attached
Devin sat back on his bed as he prepared for what was about to happen. He took a deep breath and opened the photo. Just like the original image and the sight of her bare breasts, Devin still couldn’t believe his eyes. Before him was a topless image of his friend, who even in the poor lighting of the dressing room still looked incredible. Her new bra was red, with a lace trim that flared out. This brassier was a marvel. It managed to fully support her entire breasts in each cup with what looked to be zero strain on her shoulder.
Devin nearly forgot to breathe as he studied her figure. The sides of her breasts stretched far enough to block the view of her arms and they still sat just above her pants, but they had to be sticking out over 3 feet? 4 feet? The words ‘yoga balls’ had popped into his head so many times around her, but there really were no better descriptors. These things must be so heavy, and the thought of Mariah pinning him down to the bed, making sure he could just barely breathe but never escape…
He couldn’t help himself. He slipped his cock free from his pants and went to work. Pre-cum leaked from his tip as he focused on the image and what she said before. She was growing again. How?! Why now?! His cock grew thicker, his fingers sliding over his taught veins as his orgasm grew closer.
Images of her breasts growing so big that they’d rip through her tops flooded Devin’s mind. He wanted… no… he needed to see them again. God, he felt guilty for thinking it but right now, he couldn’t care. His balls churned and swelled as he got closer and closer to cumming. He thought of her moans from the night before. The thought of Mariah moaning as she grew bigger and bigger, and bigger. He needed to suck on her thick nipple as it grew into his mouth. He needed her to crush him with her bulk. Fuck, he needed her. She was his dream woman.
“Mmmmm - Oh fuck, Mariah!” Devin screamed as he came. He shot load after load all over the floor of his apartment. He couldn’t catch his breath as he moaned louder and louder. This must be an even bigger load than before. It felt like it would never end.
Thankfully, it slowed and eventually stopped. After a few minutes of cleanup, Devin realized he hadn’t responded to her message. He opened his phone and froze.
He had responded to her photo.
“How?! How could this happen?” Below the photo, the words “Mmmm…Oh Fuck, Mariah!” were typed out. It seems his voice-to-text feature had activated when he came. And now… she was typing.
M: Um… what is that supposed to mean?!
TO BE CONTINUED