Heated radiated towards Devin’s face, his eyes transfixed on the heat source. Mariah’s massive melons were jiggling freely in a too-small tee mere inches from his face. With the strength needed to lift a boulder, Devin raised his gaze back to Mariah’s eyes.
She was so beautiful.
Tears had streaked some of the mascara and blush down her face, but it didn’t matter. Her eyes were dazzling and her blonde curls encircled her face as he towered over him. Her breasts stuck out nearly three feet in front of her without the support of a bra but yet still so perky. She was a dream of a woman brought to life. How could any man make her feel less than a goddess?
“Mariah… please,” Devin dropped his gaze to a vacant space next to him. “Take a seat. Tell me what happened. I’ll get you some water?”
She could barely catch her breath, her mind spiraling that Devin kept avoiding her gaze and her breasts and brushed off her question. “Oh god, it’s true. He thinks I’m disgusting. Everyone does. Oh god, I want these things gone!” Before her anxiety could run away from her, she felt a comforting hand rest on her shoulder. She looked up to see his soothing gaze. Mariah took in a deep breath, exhaled, and took the ice-cold glass of filtered water from him. She took a few short sips while Devin took a seat next to him.
“Break it down for me,” Devin gracefully placed a hand on her knee and locked eyes with her. He also produced a wad of tissues he had nabbed from the kitchen island and offered them to Mariah. “No one should ever make you feel this way, especially on Christmas. What happened?”
Mariah sniffled, dabbed her eyes, wiped her face, and calmed her breathing. “Sam called me on my way home from Ruth’s. I was feeling a bit out of sorts after discovering that I had… grown some.” Devin used all his willpower to not flick his eyes downward to her expansive cleavage. “When I saw his name, my heart ran cold. It felt like life was trying to kick me when I was down. I considered not even answering. We hadn’t spoken in months and I had worked so hard not to look him up or cyberstalk him. But… it was Sam. I couldn’t just… ignore him. You know what I mean?”
“Of course,” Devin nodded. “What did he say?”
~~~
“Hey Mariah! Merry Christmas! Long time, no see!” Sam sounded chipper over the phone. Mariah hadn’t heard this sort of excitement from him in years, especially not during their nasty breakup. Mariah tried to shake off her doubts and returned in a similar manner.
“Hey Sam-Man! How’s it hanging?”
“Oh, I’m hanging in there. The holidays can always be rough. How are you doing? You still in the city?”
“I’m sorry to hear things are rough. Things on my end are ok, actually. I… met some… people for the holidays so I don’t have to spend them alone. So not too bad.” Mariah tried to pick her words carefully. She didn’t want to start a fight, but they weren’t together. There was no reason to lie about her life to Sam now.
There was a beat. It left plenty of room to fill Mariah’s heart with anxiety.
“...That’s great to hear!” Mariah could picture that plastic smile plastered onto Sam’s face. She knew that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. She hated that this was how her once lover reacted to her. With jealousy and contempt. No matter, she was going to shake it off. “I have some good news of my own. I want to preface this with a note that I’m not here to gloat…” Sam continued, sharing the news about his engagement but Mairah could only hear distant squawking. She could barely listen, barely hold onto her phone. Suddenly, the weight of her chest became apparent and she needed to lean against the facade of a nearby building. Her gigantic tits pulled her to the ground as she sat and listened to the news. Sam didn’t notice that she had gone silent for all this time. Made that’s what he wanted. Maybe he really didn’t notice and was too focused on sharing this world-shattering news to his ex.
“Why is he doing this?” She thought to herself, her eyes watching as the snow began to fall again. The cold air seeped into her bones as her mind focused on the empty space in her heart.
“....you still there?” Sam’s words sounded like he cared, but he didn’t. Neither did Mariah, she was defeated.
“Yes, yes. I’m Soooo happy for you, Sam!” She laid on the sarcasm rather thick. “You deserve NOTHING but happiness.”
“You as well, Mariah. You’ll find someone… someday.” That pause was intentional. “Take care now. Merry Christmas.” Mariah barely whimpered out a response before Sam hung up. She was no longer in control of her hands. She clicked open her social media apps, unblocked his account, and searched for pictures of Sam and his new beau. Like an icicle to the heart, Mariah found an image of the two lovers on the beach.
Her name was Crystal and she was everything Mariah wasn’t. That’s what she was telling herself at least. In reality, Mariah was taller, more shapely, and more stunning. The biggest difference was her chest size. Crystal sported a tight B-cup while Mariah’s chest dwarfed oil drums. The icy wind made her tears freeze in her tear ducts as she began to weep. With enough effort, Mariah picked herself up and headed home.
She ducked past Maurice the doorman and got into her apartment as quickly as she could. She ditched the newly made bra and got into clothes that could warm her up. To warm her soul, she uncorked a bottle of red wine and started chugging. She sat on the floor of her apartment’s kitchen as she scrolled through photos, sinking further into her depression. The day passed and Christmas Eve was here. She was inconsolable.
ding
It was a text from Devin. He was on his way over. A warmth crept back into her chest, but then Mariah scrolled up to his previous message. “Oh fuck…” what did he mean? Did he finally find her grotesque? She took another swig as she prepared herself for a confrontation.
~~~
Devin took in everything Mariah had shared and processed it. “Mariah… I’m so sorry my message came out that way. It wasn’t… I didn’t mean to… it was an accident.”
Mariah giggled between her sniffles. “I assumed so. I just… I…” She took a moment to gather her thoughts and took another sip of the water Devin had given her. “Woof, this isn’t how I thought Christmas Eve would be going.” She smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Devin… I’ve been very open about my body. Let’s not beat around the bush, you’ve seen what I look like… without a shirt. I know you didn’t mean to wander in, but you saw. It’s A LOT!” She motioned with her hands as she emphasized her point. “I’m A LOT! And it seems like I’m not out of the tunnel yet. I’m still growing. This has been a burden for everyone in my life and I don’t need to put this on you either. I want them to stop growing. I need them to. But for now, it doesn’t look like that’s the case.” Tears started to well up again and she wiped them away.
“This is the long way around of me asking if you will be here - as a friend - or if my body is too much for you. I can take it,” she said with zero confidence. “You don’t need my burden on top of everything going on in your life. And it’s gross, I know that. I’m more breast than woman and it’s not stopping so if you want to leave, I get it, ok? Just tell me…” She stopped as she felt Devin’s hand clench her knee.
“Mariah… you’ve got to breathe.” His soft smile made her giggle. “You’ve been talking a lot… let me have a turn.” Mariah chuckled and nodded in silence. “Mariah, I was shocked to hear you were growing. I mean, who wouldn’t, it’s a miracle!” She rolled her eyes at this. “Well, maybe not turning water into wine but it’s still incredible. I never had a problem with your chest when we met and any change in size isn’t going to push me away.” He looked down at how close the rolls of her tit meat were inching towards her as she got more comfortable. “Ok, well you might be able to push me away a bit… but I’M not going anywhere.”
They smiled at each other for a moment before Mariah hoisted her breast into Devin’s chest, knocking him further into the couch. “Oh yeah? You sure you don’t mind?”
“Oof! Not at all,” he acted as if the wind had been knocked out of him. “They feel like big pillows anyway, you can’t defeat me with them. Mariah - you have grasped from the start that my life isn’t where I want it to be. I have no friends, no family, no money, but you didn’t care. You swooped in and took care of me. You didn’t need to do that. Why did you do it?”
“I don’t know…” she shied away from the question.
“I do. It’s because you’re a good person. You’re beautiful, inside and out. You saved me, Mariah.” Devin moved his hand from her knee to her shoulder as gave it a squeeze. “You have your condition and I don’t care. I’m your friend and I’m not running. Got it?”
She nodded, but their gaze didn’t break. Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? They each got lost in each other’s eyes, studying them. The longer they stared, the more enraptured they’d become. Mariah noticed the little freckles that spotted Devin’s face and he noticed that Mariah only had one dimple when she smiled. They each felt like they were home, and the spell was only broken when the windows of her penthouse shook from the blizzard outside.
They each shook their heads, laughed at each other, and sighed. “To answer your question: you are not disgusting, Mariah. There - that’s one of my Christmas gifts to you.”
She batted her eyes in delight. “Oh, my hero. You’re such a charmer. Wait a minute - one of your gifts?” On cue, Devin went to the foyer and returned with a present. “Oh… Devin, you shouldn’t have!”
“You’ve been treating me all week. This is literally the least that I could do.” Devin handed over the gift and Mariah slowly unwrapped it. Her eyes grew wide when she pieced together what was inside. “You didn’t?!”
“Oh, but I did. Against my better judgment, I might add.” Mariah pulled forth one of the most obnoxious, garish-looking Christmas sweaters either had ever seen.
“It’s perfect!” With some care moving over her gigantic juggs, she donned the sweater. On the front, Devin was treated to the image of a Santa in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt hanging ten on a surfboard. Below the scene, the words “Surfs Up, Rudolph” were embroidered on tinsel. While she had grown, Devin’s guess in size came in handy as she seemed to be swimming in it. “This is, by far, the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.”
“Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. Lend me your right hand, m’lady.” Devin presented his hand and Mariah placed hers in his large palm. He turned her hand over to find a small button sewn into the sleeve. With a click, blue lights hidden in the portrait of the wave lit up while white lights under the words illuminated. A tiki version of Here Comes Santa Claus barked out of a speaker hidden near the hem of the shirt.
“Devin! You’re the best! I… I feel awful.” Mariah was smiling but wished she had gotten him something. “I’ll make it up to you.” Her mind raced as she tried to think of something.
“I told you! You don’t owe me any-” He was cut off. Her lips were on his. They were so plump yet soft and firm. So warm as her tongue snaked into his mouth. His hand was outstretched at the time and now her heavy tit rested on his palm. His cock throbbed against her breast as she kissed him firmly, and he returned in kind.
Her fingers ran down his back as he ran through her hair, pulling her closer. Their tongues danced together as Devin felt Mariah push closer. More of her chest pressing into his, until she was on top of him. Her breasts smothered his chest, pinning him to the couch. They locked lips for minutes before finally surfacing.
“Wow!” They said in unison. Devin’s cock pulsed and grew harder in his pants and Mariah could feel the indent on her tit. She bit her lip in excitement.
“I knew you liked them…” she whispered in his ear, flicking her tongue on his lobe. “Do you like them big?”
“Mariah… you have NO idea how much I love them.”
“Try me. Tell me. Are they too big?”
“No…”
“But they’re getting bigger…”
Devin took as deep a breath as he could with all this weight on him. “That still wouldn’t be too big…”
“When would they be too big for you, Big D?” She pressed her chest down on him harder.
“You want the truth?”
Mariah nodded, grinding her chest into his cock.
“Never…”
She gave him a look that he couldn’t read. “What…what do you mean?”
He was thinking with his cock now. “Mariah, they could be bigger than a house and I’d still love them.”
Mariah sat up fast. Was she angry? Confused? Judging him? “Explain yourself, mister. What do you mean?”
Devin gulped. He’d never admitted any of his fetishes to anyone, but Mairah was special. “Ok… you asked for it.”
TO BE CONCLUDED