Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? Devin couldn’t tell as he waited for Mariah to respond. What was meant to be a heartfelt confession may have backfired. “What were you thinking?” Devin kicked himself, deriding himself. “Telling your girlfriend who has a dire condition where her breasts never stop growing that you’re actually turned on by her disease?! Way to fucking go, genius,” he thought, his fist clenching the edge of the doc they sat on. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her once he looked away. He just looked down at his own reflection, disgusted with himself.
Mariah continued to chew on her lip, deep in thought. She looked concerned, but maybe she was just considering what to say next. Devin had no idea, and the wait was killing him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and decided to attempt a course correctly. “You know what? I’m sorry, I was… just kidding.”
Mariah turned to him, giving him a look. “What was that?”
“I was… I was trying to,” he was floundering. “When I was looking up your condition, it brought me to websites that catered to that… kink I mentioned. I thought changing the outlook on your condition to a more positive one could help your morale, but seeing how you reacted, I think I miscalculated.”
Mariah’s face didn’t change. She was confused. One moment he was admitting a very personal detail of his life, but now Devin was joking? “D… I… I’m going to need a minute. I’m going to go back to the house. Just… I need a moment, ok?” She didn’t wait for a response. Devin watched as she hauled her massive breasts up to a standing position and listened as her feet thudded their way off the dock and up to the cabin.
Devin’s head fell into his hands. He shook his head back and forth, dreading what he had done. Even worse, he imagined the next conversation with her. Was she angry? Did she feel used? Was she going to leave?! She had her own car. “Why did you have to say that,” he hissed to himself.
“What was that?”
Devin turned to see the source of the voice. It wasn’t Mariah, who he thought it might be. No, it was a stranger with a slight Southern twang. A woman he didn’t know was standing at the other end of the dock. She smiled at him but with a bit of concern behind her eyes.
“Sorry, who are you?”
“Oh, my apologies. I’m Trish. I’m renting the cabin up there from now til the end of the year,” Trish motioned to the cabin butting up against their rental. “Looks like we’re neighbors. Pleased to meet you! Sorry if I intruded on anything.”
Devin tried to shake this awful mood and leaned over to her, offering his hand. “No no, you’re fine. I’m Devin.” Trish marched over confidently and gave him a firm handshake. “Hell of a grip there, Trish.”
“I ain’t no weakling, Mister,” she giggled and then took a seat on one of the loungers near Devin. She noticed the two towels hanging on the chairs. “Are you vacationing with someone?”
“Yes, my girlfriend, Mariah. It’s our first trip away together,” he smiled. He noticed how kind Trish’s smile was. She was a shorter woman, closer to 5’1” tall. She had a modest chest - actually closer to Devin’s cup size than Mariah’s - but sported a wide set of hips. Nothing that rivaled Mariah’s bust, but Trish must have a hard time buying jeans. She looked like she was nearly 50 inches around. Devin made sure not to stare too long and hoped Trish hadn’t noticed.
“That sounds nice. Where is Ms. Mariah?”
“She’s… up in the cabin…”
“Did something happen between you two? These first-time trips for couples can be stressful. Some much pressure on everything to be so perfect can cause friction,” Devin’s eyes flicked down when he heard the lounger strain under the weight of her ass.
“Something happened, but it was my fault. I think I… I think I really messed up,” Devin looked away from Trish, both out of shame and to avoid any more accidental peeks at her huge hips.
“Oh boy,” Trish sighed. “Is this y’alls first fight?”
Devin had to think about it. “Maybe. I don’t even know if this was a fight. She didn’t say much. I just know I said something stupid and then she said she needed time and walked back up.”
Trish frowned, almost like she was truly concerned for the couple. “I’m sorry if I’m prying, sweetie, but you seem like a nice fella. If I may - why don’t you share with me what you said.”
Devin cringed, his feet moving awkwardly in the water. “No, no. It’s far too personal and I don’t need to burden you with that.”
“Honey, I’m a lonely woman whose internet just went out. I could go for a good story. Trust me, I’ve heard it all. You won’t make me blush.” It was hard not to smile when Trish spoke. She was charming and easy to speak to. Her voice was like a comforting pat on the back, reassuring Devin that it was ok to speak up.
“I… I shared a very personal… interest of mine -”
“Oh, I see,” Trish gave Devin a wink. It didn’t feel suggestive, more like she was acknowledging that she was picking up what he was putting down.
Devin nodded. “I thought it would be the right time. We’ve been together since Christmas and we’re so open with each other. I guess I was wrong or maybe I said the wrong thing. I’m not sure but I know I blew it.”
Trish took a second, mulling it over. “And you’re sure she’s mad?”
“I guess I haven’t really seen her mad before. I’ve seen her sad, happy, scared during movie night - but never mad. She almost seemed ashamed of what I said as she stormed off.”
Trish looked deep into Devin’s eyes. “Look - I don’t know the girl, but I can tell you this. Honesty is the best policy. If it was misunderstood, go clear it up with her. If she isn’t into your interest the way you are, you have to decide if that’s a dealbreaker for you.”
“There’s no way. She doesn’t need to like what I like for us to be together. She’s perfect. I love -” Devin stopped himself. He had never said that out loud before and didn’t want the first time to be admitting it to a stranger.
“Then there you have it. Go talk to her. If she needs time, give it to her, but set the record straight.”
Devin cracked a smile at Trish, who smiled right back. “You’re right. Thank you, kind stranger on the dock.”
Trish let out a chuckle, “You’re most welcome, nice man who didn’t ruin his relationship.”
“You’re too kind, Trish. I’ll go talk to her.”
“Good man.”
Devin pulled himself out of the water and dried his legs off with a towel. He collected Mariah’s towel and just before heading up the steps, Trish stopped him. “If all goes well, I’ll be down here tonight with some wine and some marshmallows. I’d love some company.” Trish motioned to the firepit on the other end of the dock.
“We’d love to. I’ll see you then. Fingers crossed it’ll be all three of us.” With that, Devin huffed it up the hill and slid open the back door. He slipped into the house, noting that it was quiet. Listening closely, he could hear some commotion up in the bedroom.
Devin took his time going up the steps but repeated what Trish said in his head. He could fix this, just be honest.
The door to the bedroom was nearly closed, just a sliver of daylight pouring out. Devin collected himself and then gave a light knock on the door. “M, you in there?”
There was a pause. Mariah had stopped scurrying about and responded. “Who is it?”
Devin rolled his eyes and grinned. “It’s your very apologetic boyfriend.”
“Hmmm… not ringing a bell. Do you mean that hunk who owes me a kiss and a back massage?”
Devin’s grin widened. “Oh yes, sorry. That’s the one. May I come in?”
“Please, I’ve been dying for a shoulder rub.”
With that, Devin entered. Mariah wasn’t just crying or furious. Honestly, she was acting like nothing had happened. She took a seat on the edge of their bed and motioned for him to hop behind her. He couldn’t help but look at her breasts, which were no longer in a bikini, but instead buried in a hoodie.
A shard of shame stabbed at his heart, but he still quickly got behind her on the bed and started digging into her tense muscles. She sucked air through her teeth in pain. “Mmm you found the spot. God, these things really do a number on my shoulders and upper back.”
“Even with all the support?”
“Yeah, the bras can help but this is a never-ending battle. Thankfully, you’ve been enlisted as my personal massage therapist.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh yes. Sorry, did you not get the memo?”
“I must have lost it in the mail.”
“That damn Postman, always losing out important mail,” Mariah leaned her head back and laid it on Devin’s chest. She smiled up at him, biting her lip. “Devin - I appreciate you opening up to me.”
“I shouldn’t have done it the way that I did. I just started talking and it all came tumbling out so fast,” Devin was stopped by a finger to his lips.
“It’s OK, D. You were just sharing something personal and it took me a moment to process it. It’s ok.”
“You’re sure?”
“If you make me say ‘It’s ok’ one more time, I’m going to hit you with a pillow!”
“Ok, ok. No physical violence please,” Devin giggled and smiled down at his girlfriend.
“You know - I have my own little kinks I haven’t shared with you,” she bit her lip again, giving Devin a hungry look. “Would you be… open to hearing them?”
“Of course, Mariah. Share away.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s the right time… just yet. But soon, ok?”
“Whenever you’re ready, babe.”
“Thanks, babe. I -” Mariah hissed and shot up straight. She looked like she was in pain, cradling her massive chest in her lap.
“M, what’s wrong? Are you ok? What happened?” Devin leaned over her, trying to inspect her.
Through short breaths, she was able to whisper. “Fuck, ow! This fucking stings!”
“What does? I’ll call a doctor,” Devin started to get up but Mariah grabbed his arm.
“There’s no time, D. You have to help me. Sit behind me again.”
Devin was confused, trying to pull away from her. “Mariah, if you’re in this much pain, we need a professional.”
“No, no. I’ve dealt with this before. Sit behind me, you can help.” Mariah seemed sure of herself, so Devin followed her request. His legs wrapped around her, and he awaited her instructions. “Ok, let me take your hands. I get these bouts of pressure that need massages to ease the pain.” Mariah laced her fingers between Devin’s and guided his hands to her breasts. Devin was even more confused as she pressed his hands into her tits.
“Mariah - do your breasts hurt?”
“Yes, this sometimes happens but never this intense.” She pressed his hands harder into her flesh, his hands sinking into the soft tits. “Mmm that’s it. Whenever this happens, I always do it myself but it helps even more when you’re here.” Her groans of pain now sounded like… moans of pleasure.
“What’s happening to you, Mariah?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Devin?” Her demeanor changed, she looked back at him with her mouth hanging open as she moaned. “My big, fucking tits are growing.”
She gripped his hands tighter as she massage them into her tit flesh. “What? What are you saying, M?” Devin couldn’t believe what was happening, almost ripping his hands away to get help.
Mariah leaned her head back until her lips were near his ear. With a whisper, she said, “Play along.”
Devin’s mind was spinning as she pressed his hands further into her chest. It was like diving into the most comfortable pillow you’ve ever felt. She whimpered, “Mmm fuck, Big D! I think because you’re so close to me… mmmm.. It’s causing them to swell! Fuck, help me get this hoodie off!” Mariah frantically tried to pull off the garment. Devin grabbed them hem and helped her yank it free. Tossing it aside, Devin looked forward to the full-length mirror on the opposite wall.
Now, he knew what she was up to when he arrived to the house. All the commotion he had heard. Mariah seemed to have brought a bra with her that was far too small. It would have fit her maybe a year ago, but now it looked ridiculous on her. Her breasts were building over, under, and around the sides of her bra. It looked more like a thick rubber hand had wrapped around her chest instead of a support garment. He wondered how she even managed to latch it.
“Oh fuck, Big D! This thing fit perfectly a second ago! God, you make me so wet and sooo big!” Maria started to grind her hips into her crotch, feeling him grow hard. With another whisper, “So you do love this, don’t you, d?”
They locked eyes in the mirror and all Devin could do was nod. The proud smile on her face said it all - she loved watching Devin squirm and she loved this control. She grabbed his hands again and rubbed them all over her tits. Already, her skin was extra sensitive but now, she got to use it in the charade. “Oh fuck, baby! All this growth is making me so sensitive. Fuck, I’m so wet. I don’t think it’s stopping. We have to get this bra off before -”
Mariah stopped herself as she pressed her chest out as far as it would go. Devin couldn’t tell what she was doing, and whatever it was, it looked like it failed. Mariah grew frustrated. “This is what happens when I don’t have enough time to plan. Hold on, D.” She started to flex her chest out as fast and as hard as she could. Again and again and again, she thrust her yoga ball tits as far as they would go until finally!
ping
The bra went flying across the room, slapping into the opposite wall and falling limply to the ground. Mariah snapped back into character. “Fuck, babe! That feels better but I don’t think it’s stopping. Play with my nipples. As hard as you can, babe! Tease them and make me cum! That’s the only way to stop it.”
“Oh yeah. Is there scientific backing for this procedure?”
Mariah gave Devin a smartass look in the mirror. “Hey, are you the one with the enormous tits? I didn’t think so,” She moved his hands as far forward as they could go, but unfortunately couldn’t reach the nipples. “Fuck - ok, get in front of me. Quick, babe! They’re getting so heavy!” She would moan and groan in delight and Devin whipped around her body and kneeled before her tits.
“You have to play with them as rough as you can so I can - oh fuuuuuuck,” Devin had already latched onto her nipple and was twisting the other with his free hand. “Oh fuck yes! Keep going! I’m still growing babe, can’t you feel?” Mariah began leaning forward, smothering Devin’s face with her breasts.
Mariah’s pussy quaked and began to leak cum through her bikini bottoms. “Fuck, babe! I’m about to cum! You have to stop the growth! Keep going!” She started to buck her hips, grinding on the edge of the bed as her orgasm grew.
Just as he switched nipples, she was done. She gripped the bed and screamed out. “Fuck, yes! Make me bigger babe! Make my fucking tits HUGE!” She convulsed, her tits shaking as her pussy racked her body with a mind-shattering orgasm. She leaned fully forward, collapsing onto her lover as she continued to cum.
Devin was pinned down by their immense weight, unable to move or breathe as her nipple was lodged in his mouth. All his attempts to speak only caused more pleasure for Mariah, who couldn’t see or hear what was going on. She was in ecstasy as she dry-humped her boyfriend as she rode the strongest orgasm of her life.
Soon, she was able to catch her breath and think again. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned up for comfort, finally allowing Devin to suck in the life-saving air. “Oh, shit! Sorry, babe! You did too good of a job, I didn’t even know you were trapped.”
“Its… ok… Mariah,” he said between breaths. “What… was that… all about?”
“It took me a second to process what you meant by your… admission. It was a lot, but I knew it took a lot for you to admit. I thought it was at least worth attempting to act it out once to see if it was worth addressing further. As you can see, I really committed to the part.”
“The costume change was a nice touch.”
“Thank you, thank you. I just happened to have a bra stuffed in the bottom of my bag that just barely fit. You almost blew the surprise when you knocked on the door. Thankfully, I had just managed to latch it.”
Devin, now out of the cloud of arousal he had been consumed by, noticed the red marks on her breasts from the confinement of the bra. “Babe, did you hurt yourself?”
“Don’t worry, Devin. It’s just a mark, it will fade. It was worth it for the look on your face.”
“And, I assume, it was worth it for the orgasm?”
Mariah fell onto her tits and smiled, “I can’t begin to describe how fucking insane that orgasm was! I’ve never tried roleplaying like that but WOW did that work for me.”
“It wasn’t so bad for me either,” Devin smiled, his hands moving up to massage her breasts.
“Hold on there, sailor. Mama needs a break. These things are sensitive,” she carefully laced her fingers between his and pulled them away from her chest.
“Fair enough,” Devin adjusted himself to where her massive milkers weren’t pushing their air from his lungs but could still rest on him. “But now you owe me something.”
“Is that so?” She flashed a judgmental, accusatory look.
“No, no, I don’t need to get off. What I do need, though, is to know what your secret little fetish is.”
“Oh, that?” Mariah leaned down, her gigantic breasts blocking her from reaching his face. Her head hovered just above his, a shit-eating grin on her face. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
TO BE CONTINUED