“So… how long have you had this proclivity? This fetish? This little kink of yours?” Mariah teased as she slipped her bikini back on. Watching her handle her breasts was truly a feat. “Or I guess, big kink of yours?”
“Har har,” Devin was cleaning himself up in front of the bathroom mirror. “It’s hard to say, really. I think it was maybe a movie… but it’s too embarrassing to say.”
“Hey now! I just pretended my titties were blowing up like balloons, I think I deserve a little more info.”
“True. It was,” Devin put his face in his hands, “It was Dude, Where’s My Car?” Devin laughed to himself, embarrassed to bring up such a movie.
“Ah, I see you are a man of sophisticated tastes,” Mariah mimed dwindling an imaginary moustache. “Do tell, what scene in particular brought this on? I must confess, good sir, it has been many… fortnights since I’ve lain mine eyes on that particular movie.”
Devin rolled his eyes and turned to watch the incredible show of Mariah cinching up the back supports to pull her breasts up to a perky position. “At the end of the movie, these aliens give the guys a gift. It ends up being necklaces for their girlfriends that make their boobs grow when they put them on.”
“Very high-class cinema. Did that movie win the Oscar for Best Writing or Best Picture, I can never remember?”
“It was a very impactful movie for a young impressionable boy,” Devin laughed as he tried to justify himself.
“No judgment here, babe. We all have our stuff. I had a deep, deep crush on both Lola and Bugs Bunny. One made me laugh and the other had the stare that made my insides all twisted up.”
“So now you’re admitting to being in love with cartoon characters. Is that your kink you don’t want to share??”
“One - everybody has had a crush on a cartoon. And Two - no, not even close.” Mariah was truly an expert at this bikini, tying off the perfect knot behind her back without having to look. Her strength always impressed Devin. She had some nice definition in her back, arms, and legs but seeing it in action was a whole other thing. “So tell me - how did this kink develop? Did you find like-minded fellows to discuss growing bosoms online?”
“Something like that. Wow, I’ve never talked about this so openly before,” Devin was quite red in the face as he continued. “I found erotic stories first. Some very creative folks online would describe these insane scenarios and I just ate them up. There’s some art that I also enjoy online, even some models who wear molds on their bodies to simulate huge breasts or bellies or asses. They can even be filled with air or water to make them grow.”
“Now that is something I’d like to see,” Mariah walked up to Devin, her holstered boobs pressing into his chest. “I must know… how big do they get?”
“Pretty big,” Devin’s cock was getting quite worked up, even with the slight pressure from her tits.
“Bigger than me?” Mariah shook her tits, making sure Devin was locked on to watch the show of her cleavage wobbling like a jello mold.
Devin took a moment to pull his eyes away. “Only one woman gets close, but no, you’re much bigger than all of them.”
Mariah leaned in closer, pushing Devin’s back into the wall. The force was immense as she leaned towards his ear. “I love to hear that.” Her lips and tongue teased his ear. Shivers ran down his spine as his cock twitched against the torso-swallowing breasts currently crushing him. She continued, whispering, “You hit the jackpot, then. I just have one request from you, Big D.”
“Anything,” Devin barely squeaked out.
“I need you to find your favorite story and share it with me. I want to know what turns you on,” her tongue danced on his ear as she continued. “Make sure you find me something where she gets really… fucking… big.” With that, she pecked his cheek and pulled away. Sweet oxygen came rushing back into his lungs. “I don’t want to make it a regular thing, me squishing you like that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, sweet Mariah. That is never going to bother me. Squish away.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” her smile dazzled in the spring sunlight pouring through the enormous window. “Now… can we get to swimming? I liked our detour but I need some relief from the girls.”
“Let’s do it. Oh, you can meet our neighbor, Trish. You’ll like her.” Devin collected their things and headed back down the wooden stairs leading to the dock. He loved hearing the way the wooden steps creaked extra loud when she stepped down compared to when he would step on one. “I wonder how much those things weigh now,” he thought to himself.
The thought left him once they saw Trish sitting by herself on the dock, sipping wine from her stemless glass. “Well, hello you two.” It took a moment for Trish’s brain to calculate exactly what she was seeing. Her eyes went wide as she took in the sofa-sized twin balloons threatening to sink the dock. “You must be… the… girlfriend?” Words were escaping her.
“You must be Trish! It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Mariah,” she stuck out her hand to shake Trish’s, her breasts only a foot away from her face. Trish had to catch her breath before her eyes slid up to Mariah’s and realized what she had been doing.
“Oh, goodness! I’m so sorry, sweetie. Where are my manners?” Trish shook her head, ashamed.
“Trish, honey, I’m used to it. You’re not the first or the last. Hell, I have trouble not staring at them.” Mariah’s smile warmed Trish’s heart. Both Devin and Mariah could see the tension leave her shoulders at Mariah’s calming words.
“Devin is a lucky man. You’re quite the charmer.”
“I’m the lucky one, really. He’s a keeper,” Devin rolled his eyes at his lover’s words. “Mind if we swim for a bit? Maybe play some music?”
“Please do, sugar. I’d love the company,” Trish took a sip of her wine as Mariah pulled her phone from her cleavage once more. She clicked on the indie-folk playlist and placed her things on the lounger. Devin offered her the wine she was drinking earlier, noting that she was almost finished.
Devin checked the wine bottle and it was nearly empty. “I’ve got you two covered, darlings.” Trish got up, both Devin and Mariah noting her sizable hips as she waddled over to pour them some wine from her bottle. “Let me know what you think of this.”
Devin and Mariah tasted and smiled at each other. “Fruity and delicious. Fantastic choice, Trish. Thanks for sharing,” Mariah smiled at her new friend.
“It’s the least I could do, sweetie. Enjoy.” Mariah noted Trish’s cute outfit. A red tube top paired nicely with her red lipstick and copper hair. She had somehow managed to find a pair of cut-off jean shorts that hugged her rotund hips nicely. She leaned back on the lounger, both Devin and Mariah enjoying the sound of it groaning under her weight.
Mariah couldn’t wait another second. She sipped her wine and set it on the small table between her chair and Devin’s. “Cannonball!” With that, Devin saw Mariah do something he never imagined possible - she ran. Well, ran to the best of her ability. Her arms wrapped around as much of her gargantuan assets as she could as she huffed it to the edge of the dock. She bent her powerful legs and launched herself off the dock. Surprisingly, she got quite a bit of air before crashing back down into the water.
Devin watched the water crash back in on itself in the hole left by his lover, sending a geyser shooting up nearly 10 feet into the air. Mariah surfaced quickly, ensuring her top was intact and not causing any indecent exposure. “Woof, that’s cold!” Mariah was shivering but smiling up at her boyfriend.
“Winter did just end. You’re braver than I,” he took a seat on the edge of the dock again, dipping his feet into the water.
“It’s nice, you big baby. Come join me!” Mariah was able to rest her head on her hands that interlaced on top of her built-in floatation devices. Without gravity weighing them down, they floated freely in front of Mariah, sticking out nearly 4 feet.
“I may be a baby, but I’m a mature baby who will not succumb to taunting,” Devin sipped his wine, proud of himself.
“Ugh, whatever,” Mariah began lazily kicking her feet to bring her lower half up to the water’s surface. She now comfortably laid flat, floating on her breasts and belly. Her body grew accustomed to the water temperature and she closed her eyes soon after. She soaked up the cool breeze and the sun’s rays.
“You look like you’ve found your own slice of heaven, darling,” Trish remarked, peaking out at her new friend.
“You’re quite right, Trish. As you can imagine, finding a public pool where people won’t oggle me the entire time is nearly impossible. This is the first time I’ve been swimming in years.” The smile on Mariah’s face was that of someone who was finally at peace.
A pang of shame hit Devin’s heart. He was grateful to know Mariah accepted him and his kink, but he knew she still felt pain at this size. That look on her face wasn’t one he saw before. True comfort. He tried to shake the feeling and stay in the moment, but it was tough. He leaned back on his hands and looked up to the blue sky above. His eyes traced the passing clouds and pine trees lining the horizon. His guilt still lingered, but he was glad he was able to help Mariah get away and feel comfortable being vulnerable in public.
Devin had gotten a little too comfortable, as he barely noticed the danger sneaking up on him. Before he could react, Mariah’s arms wrapped around his legs dangling in the water, and yanked. Devin slipped into the water with a splash. He surfaced to the two women giggling, Mariah particularly proud of herself. “See, it’s not too cold, silly.”
Devin’s shivers said otherwise. She slashed some water at Mariah, who feigned shock. Her mouth hung open, aghast at what he’d done. “How dare you, good sir?” She returned fire, slashing him. Devin couldn’t help smiling, splashing her back. They were like kids again. Back and forth. Back and forth. The killing blow was dealt by Mariah. She managed to swing her legs underneath herself and with a few solid kicks, she lifted her enormous breasts out of the water and sent them crashing back down. The resulting wave sent Devin flying underwater, only to surface again to both women cheering.
Trish walked to the water’s edge with both of their glasses, offering Mariah hers and they both cheered. “Good work, darling.”
“Thank you, Trish.” Mariah’s eyes traced the wide outline of her new friend’s impressive hips. For once, she felt a bit self-conscious of her own hips. Mariah tried to push that insecurity away and turned to her boyfriend. Using her cleavage as a cup holder, her free hands reached out to Devin and pulled him towards her. “Can you forgive me, babe?”
Mariah continued to pull him until he rested atop her breasts. They felt almost like a raft, they were so buoyant. If she wasn’t holding the glass, he was fairly certain she could lay across them and he’d stay above water.
Mariah leaned onto her tits and pulled Devin closer. She whispered, “Do I make a good liferaft, dear?” The lack of food must have been making the alcohol hit her harder than usual.
“Babe,” he whispered, “you’re being quite forward in front of a stranger.” He wasn’t embarrassed, but Devin wanted to make sure Mariah wasn’t going to do something she would regret later.
“Oh, Trish doesn’t mind,” Mariah turned to see Trish had lied back on the lounger again. Mariah’s eyes focused on just how high her hips sat in the air from all the extra cushion from her meaty ass. “She seems… nice.” Her pussy flexed beneath the water. Mariah had experimented with women in the past, but she hadn’t felt this sort of connection before. Mariah looked back at Devin, knowing in her heart that she loved him, even if she couldn’t say it out loud just yet. But this feeling for Trish felt different.
She couldn’t sort it out now. She just needed to shake it off and focus on the cool water lapping at her skin and her handsome lover resting on her tits. His hands were close to her nipples hidden beneath her bikini, causing one of her deep desires to surface in her mind. The thought of him latching onto one of her nipples and sucking… she shook her head. “Man, I’ve cum twice today and I’m still horned up. I need to take a cold shower or something,” Mariah thought to herself.
Over the next hour, the three lounged either in the water or hauled themselves up to dry out on the loungers. It was quite the sight to see Mariah lying on her back, her gargantuan chest covering her torso and resting on her lap. Devin would steal his glances, which made Mariah smile. He even caught Trish peeking at them from time to time.
Once the sun began to dip below the mountain tops, Trish bid them farewell and headed back to her cabin while the happy couple made their way home. Mariah washed up while Devin started on the pesto pasta and garlic bread dinner. He began baking the bread while the water started to boil, popping open a bottle of red to compliment the meal.
He stared out on the gorgeous landscape as the light turned from white to shades of orange and red. It was like staring at a painting, and it brought a great ease to Devin. He loved this. The food smelled incredible as he started boiling the pasta, the wine was rich and flavorful. The view was awe-inspiring and as a bonus, the company wasn’t too bad either. That’s when the idea hit him.
Devin mulled it over and decided “what the heck, it’s a holiday, after all!” He set down his drink and left through the front door. In the twilight, it was a bit hard to find the road that led to the house next door, but eventually, he made it to the front door. With a jovial knock, Trish answered the door with a confused smile.
“Well, hi sugar. What can I do ya for?”
“Hey, um… would you… like to have dinner with us? We’re making pasta and just opened a bottle of wine.”
“You’re sweet, honey, but I don’t want to intrude. This is your special time away from one another.”
“True, but you and Mariah really hit it off today. I know she and I both have struggled with making friends where we live. I’d hate to have this wonderful connection fade away. No pressure, but we’d both love to have you.”
Trish’s smile softened, touched by Devin’s words. “Well, I’d love to join you both. You’re wonderful people, and I’d be honored. Give me just a moment, ok sweetie?” Devin nodded and waited until Trish returned with a bottle of wine and a sweater. She was still sporting her tube top and denim short shorts. From up close, Devin noticed she even had cute freckles to compliment her red hair.
Devin escorted Trish back to his rental, lighting the way with his cell phone. He opened the door for her and took her sweater, hanging it by the front door. Devin could hear rustling in the kitchen and assumed Mariah had finished her shower. “Please, grab a seat in the living room. I’ll grab you a glass.”
Trish thanked him and sat on one of the plush couches. As Devin rounded the corner, he ran chest-first into a plush wall that caused him to fall back. He looked up to see Mariah nearly nude, save for a far-too-small apron. Her nipples were just barely covered by them while the rest of her tits flared out the sides.
“Oh, goodness, babe. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. These babies are growing so fast that I barely know how to control them. OOoo I think I feel another growth spurt.” Mariah rubbed the sides of her breasts, playing up the fantasy.
Devin was too awestruck to remember why he had walked to the kitchen in the first place. His memory came rushing back when Trish turned the corner, “Did you fall, sugar? I heard a commotion and -” she trailed off as she saw Mariah. Her jaw dropped in awe as Mariah desperately tried to cover herself. “Is this how you treat all your dinner guests?” Trish asked with a chuckle.
Mariah stared daggers at Devin as her face and breasts ran red with embarrassment. Devin smiled awkwardly and said, “Honey, is it alright if Trish comes to dinner?”
TO BE CONTINUED