A beanbag chair worth of tit engulfed Devin’s torso and arms as Mariah pinned him down. What started as a fun makeout session turned into an awkward moment of Devin weighing how honest he should be in this situation. He loved how enormous her chest was and didn’t care how big she got, but Mariah had made it very clear she was unhappy with her size. These breasts had ruined her last relationship - at least in her eyes - so Devin needed to tread carefully.
“Mariah… what I mean is I don’t care how big you are. They could be the size of golf balls or the size of sedans and I’d still enjoy them… because they’re attached to the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met.”
A sparkle twinkled in her eye at his words. “You.. you’re being too kind, D.” She gave small pecked kisses down his jawline and to his neck. “I’m literally pinning you down with my size, I know this is too much.”
“No, Mariah. Please, listen to me.” Devin pulled back to make sure they were looking each other in the eye. “I mean it - I think you’re stunning, thoughtful, and kind. You’ve been so sweet to me these past few days and you’ve rescued me at the lowest point in my life.” He held back tears from being this vulnerable. “I have never felt this sort of care and affection from another person. To top it off, you’re absolutely stunning to boot?! I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
Mariah bit her lip to hold back her feelings. Her eyes scanned his, bathing in their warmth. “You’re a good man, Devin. You deserve to be cared for and loved.” The sting of the word made her physically recoil, pulling a bit away from him. “You know what I mean! I wouldn’t act this way just around anyone.”
“The feeling it mutual” Devin assured her. “You deserve love and happiness,” Devin punctuated his point with a kiss on her lips. He could both feel and see the blood rushing to them, making her blush. “So when I say that I don’t care how big these things get,” Devin tickled one of Mariah’s tits, making her giggle and squirm, “I mean it.”
“Ugh, fine! Don’t get mad at me if I end up squishing you one of these days.” Mariah used her arms to squeeze her breasts around Devin’s torso. He was surprised by how much force she could bear down on him.
“It would be my honor, madame,” Devin would have given her a salute if his arms were free. Instead, they stared into each other’s eyes as they felt each other’s bodies. “These things are quite heavy, aren’t they?”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” With surprising speed, Mariah released Devin from the mammary prison. He slowly pulled himself up and savored the ease he now felt when he breathed.
“No, no silly. I didn’t mind. I just got an idea of just how heavy these things must be for you.”
“Yeah, it’s no picnic,” Mariah rubbed her shoulder as she continued. “Bras can help but after a few hours, I just need someone else to take over and carry them for me.”
“I volunteer!” Devin's shout was met with a throw pillow to the chest.
“Thank you, kind sir. I don’t know how long you’d like carrying around nearly 110 lbs of tit every day.” Mariah rubbed her hands down the front of her tits, not fully reaching the apex. Her arms just weren’t long enough.
“That… can’t be possible…” Devin was stunned.
“Well, to tell you the truth, it could be more now with my growth spurt.” With a heave, she brought herself to a standing position. “Come on, Big D. Let’s kick off some Christmas festivities.” A lightbulb went off in her brain, “Actually, give me a moment. Get the drinks set up and I’ll be back in a flash.” Mariah disappeared into her bedroom with Devin’s gift in hand. Devin took a moment to catch his breath and let his boner die down before grabbing his supplies in the foyer and bringing them to the kitchen.
The doorbell chimed just as Devin was pouring a beer for Mariah and himself. “Can you get that?” Mariah shouted from her room. Images of what she might be up to swirled in his mind, but he shook them free and headed to the door.
Before them stood a delivery boy with enough food for a party of twelve. Devin helped haul the food into the kitchen while also inspecting what Mariah had ordered. She had gone all out - roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and too many pies to count. “The tip is on the coffee table!” Another shout from Mariah’s bedroom and Devin followed her instructions. He tipped the man, wished him a happy holiday, and got to work divvying up the food.
“So you’re a fan of Thanksgiving, too? This is quite the feast,” Devin shouted to Mariah.
“It’s the best kind of meal for the holidays. I wanted us nice and comfy just in time for Santa.” Devin heard the door to her bedroom crack open and the soft pads of her feet scurry up behind him. Two hands wrapped around his eyes, but not before two giant mounds pressed into his back. “Guess who?”
“Santa?! Did you come early?”
“Ha ha. Very funny,” Mariah retaliated by slipping her hands down to Devin’s waist and needling his ribs. “You think you’re so clever. Now you’ve done it.”
Devin crumpled onto the floor of the kitchen and rolled over to see what Mariah had prepared. She was sporting her garish new Christmas sweater with a Santa hat atop her head. As an added bonus, she had nothing on below the belt, but Devin did notice something. “Did you… put a bra on?”
“I put in all this work with my outfit and all you can notice is my chest?” Mariah put a hand over her mouth to feign shock. “Why, yes, I did put on a brassier as well as my wonderful new gift from my friend Devin. What do you think?”
Devin examined the extra large sweater, nearly three times too big for his own body, barely fitting over her gigantic breasts. Her smile lit up the room, even though her yoga ball dwarfing tits almost blocked Devin’s view of it.
“I love it, M. You look stunning.” Devin ran his fingers over the thick thighs that straddled his torso.
“I’m glad you think so,” she said confidently, but with a small crack in the facade. “You really… aren’t repulsed by… these?” Mariah motioned to her chest again.
“Mariah, I’m quite literally obsessed with them. Don’t get me wrong, the woman they’re attached to ain’t too bad herself, but I could spend a whole day pinned beneath them and be a happy man.”
“Is that so?” It what was meant to be a swift motion, Mariah pulled the sweater over her head. Her grunts and struggles detracted a bit from the sexiness she was trying to imbue into the situation, but Devin tried to help. He grabbed two handfuls of the hem of the sweater and pushed it up and over her head. He was pleasantly surprised when her breasts finally slipped free and knocked him back to the ground with a hard thud.
Devin saw stars for a moment while Mariah wrestled and remainder of the sweater away from her head. She bent down quickly to cradle his head, having to reach around nearly three and a half feet of tit. “Sorry, babe. I … haven’t been intimate with anyone for quite some time. It was probably when I was closer to a J-cup. I guess I don’t know my own strength.”
Devin groaned but brushed away the injury. “It’s ok, M.” He took in an eyeful of expansive cleavage before him. Her skin was silky smooth and smelled of perfume. The size of her breasts put together could have swallowed Devin’s entire body. All that attached to a six-foot goddess - it was just too much.
Mariah leaned forward, pressing Devin’s nose into her cleavage. “Ooo! They’re sensitive, sorry.” She cooed, embarrassed by her reaction. Devin leaned forward just enough to kiss her right breast. Another coo from Mariah. “Oh wow. I knew they were sensitive but that…” she was cut off again by another peck. “That is divine.”
Devin kissed her breasts more deeply, switching between the two. They were soft, almost like laying her head on a memory foam pillow, but still firm. They were bulging from the cups of the bra, which got Devin thinking. “Is this your old bra or your new one?” He was able to surface for a moment to ask.
“I thought you might like seeing them in something a wee bit too tight.” Mariah snaked her hand behind her back and traced the outline of his hardened cock. “I think I made the right call.” Her fingers slowly gripped his member through his pants. “God, I missed this.”
They both moaned as Devin kissed and sucked on Mariah’s breasts, manhandling them and squeezing them to the best of his ability. Mariah savored the feeling of a man growing more and more aroused in her hand. “Fuck! You really like these things, don’t you?”
Devin didn’t answer, at least not with words. He pulled down one of the cups with both hands until her thick nipple popped free. “Oh no, don’t look at that!” That was all she could say before her eyes crossed in delight. Devin had clamped his lips around the nipple and started to suck. Each pull from his lips felt like a finger had slipped into her pussy. Her hips started to grind on his torso until she slipped her hips down to cover his member. Mariah was barely breathing - all she could do was gasp and hump like an animal against his cock.
Devin had never had this kind of control over someone, and he wasn’t going to give it up easily. Her twitching motions sped up, her pussy grinding harder on his cock and leaking juices all over his pants. Her mouth hung wide as Devin doubled his efforts on her nipple, using his arms to squeeze the massive expansion of tit flesh. Devin shifted his legs and hips to get enough leverage to grind on her pussy harder. That’s when the begging started.
“Oh fuck ME! Fuck me, D! Fuck me! Please!” Between gasps and screams of pleasure, Mariah desperately tried to undo Devin’s pants. Finally free, his 8-inch cock sprung into action and Devin shoved it deep inside her. The instant he bottomed out, she came. Hard.
She buried her face into her cleavage, screaming and thrashing as her pussy clenched down as hard as it could on his cock. Her fingers dug into her breasts as she pressed her nipple deeper and deeper into Devin’s throat. He held off from choking as he pounded into her harder and harder, all while sucking her nipple as hard as he could. He wasn’t far behind Mariah, getting closer and closer to cumming inside her.
Devin wrestled his mouth away from her tit and finally got some air as Mariah continued to orgasm on his cock. “I’m close, M. I’m going to cum! I need to pull out.”
“Mmmm but I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up, Big D!”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Ugh noooo… mmmm,” she came again as she ground her wide hips into her lover. “Cum all over my tits, then!” Mariah was off Devin in a flash as she threw herself onto her back. She grabbed at Devin to pull him onto her massive mounds. “Rip open my bra! Cum all over me!”
With a few hard tugs, Mariah and Devin ripped apart the tent-like brassier and Devin was treated to the full view of her breasts. He had gotten a glimpse of them that night when she emerged from the bathroom, but up close, they were like seeing a wonder of the world. Mariah was too eager to wait for Devin and grabbed at his hips, pulling him forward and slipping his cock between her breasts.
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good! Fuck my tits, D! Cum for me!” He didn’t need to be asked twice. Devin pounded away at her cleavage, timing his movements with the ripple of her breasts. The sensitivity of her skin caused her to cum after only a few strokes, making cum shoot from her pussy, coating her thighs and legs. “God, you’re fucking incredible! Cum for me!”
Devin was lost in a haze of arousal and those words unlocked what he was trying to hold back. He felt a rumble in his balls as his orgasm grew until he finally came. He shot load after load deep into her cleavage as his hands clamped down on her nipples for leverage. Both of their mouths hung open as each of them came harder than they had in their lives. Not a drop of his cum escaped her vast cleavage, and once they were done, Devin collapsed on top of her breasts.
They each caught their breath, Devin rising and falling with each inhale and exhale from Mariah. Slowly, they looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. Between breaths, Mariah whispered, “So… I know I… didn’t get you a … gift… But I hope… this will… make up for it…”
“I think it … most certainly does,” Devin smiled and slid forward, over her glorious breasts, to peck her cheek.
After a quick clean-up, the new couple enjoyed their Thanksgiving-themed Christmas dinner. They shared drinks, jokes, and cuddles, all while savoring each other’s company. They watched the snow flitter down from the dark skies above as they cuddled on the couch to watch a movie. Their hands intertwined just as the film began and the warmth of their body heat helped them drift off to sleep before the movie was over.
Around midnight, Mariah awoke and saw Devin’s head nestled in between her breasts. It felt cozy and warm, but most of all, it felt right. “Merry Christmas, Devin,” Mariah whispered as she kissed his head and drifted off to sleep.
~~~
4 MONTHS LATER
Devin’s eyes scanned the horizon through the enormous window. Life had been wonderful, yet hectic these past few months and he was blessed to finally get away. His toes curled into the shag carpet of the cozy bedroom of the lakeside cabin. His work gave him the week off for some rest and relaxation and he was going to make good use of it.
Behind him, he felt two arms wrap around his body. Before the hands could clasp together, he felt the familiar and lovely warmth of his girlfriend’s breasts enveloping his torso. His body sunk deep into the cleavage as Mariah kissed his neck. “You ready, Big D?”
“Of course, I’ve got my new trunks on.” Devin shook his hips, rubbing them against Mariah’s crotch.
“Mmm I love a man in uniform,” she teased. “You’re going to love my bikini that Ruth whipped up for me. But fair warning,” Mariah leaned into Devin’s ear, “It’s already feeling a bit tight.”
END OF BOOK 1
BOOK 2 starts this Saturday!