Trish settled into the comfortable lounger in Devin and Mariah’s living room, sipping on the glass of wine he’d brought her and listening to the atmospheric music they had playing through the TV. Devin popped his head around the corner from the kitchen, “Dinner is almost ready!”
“No rush, sweetie! Take your time,” Trish looked out on the water, enjoying the rippling reflection of the moon in the crystal clear waters of the lake.
Devin turned back to finish working on the pasta sauce as Mariah returned from changing into something more appropriate for their guest. She was sporting denim short-shorts and a novelty tee-shirt with a picture of wolves howling at the moon. Something only the finest truck stops would carry. It was one of her favorite shirts, especially for how often Devin rolled his eyes at it. “Hello hun,” her words dripped with sarcasm as she glared at him behind her glass of wine.
“Look, I’m sorry! I was just trying to be social! You keep saying I should try to make new friends,” Devin tried to justify his decision to invite Trish over with a hushed whisper.
“And you picked a wonderful person as your first new friend. I mean it, Trish is a keeper,” Mariah was very sincere. “I also think I’m a bit of a keeper myself, so in the future, a little heads up for unexpected guests coming over during our sexy getaway would be appreciated,” she smiled her perfect smile, her teeth a bit stained from the wine. “That way I don’t give them a heart attack when they see the girls pouring out of a little costume. Even a text would suffice.”
Devin held up his hand, as if to make a pledge to tell the truth on a Bible, “I do solemnly swear to give my girlfriend a heads up about guests if there’s a chance of sexy time.”
“Thank you, cutie,” Mariah leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. Her plush lips wrapped around his, and she lingered to let him know that all was forgiven.
“I don’t mind how into my little fantasy you’re getting, but you don’t have to do that to get me going.”
“Oh? Should I stop?” Mariah teased, “If you’d like, I could never talk about my big, heaving, growing tits ever again.”
“No, no, no. Let’s not be crazy. I just mean that’s not the only reason I’m with you. I find all of you sexy and I hope you don’t feel pressured to have to cater to my kink.” Devin stopped once he felt Mariah’s tits press into his back. He set down his wooden spoon covered in pasta sauce and turned to face his lover.
“You talk too much, hot stuff,” Mariah leaned in, even getting on her tippy toes to tower over her boyfriend. One more kiss to stop his runaway thoughts. They separated and looked each other deep in each other’s eyes, only for it to be broken by Mariah pinching Devin’s butt. She quickly scurried away before he could retaliate, having to tend to the dinner.
“You better watch your back,” Devin attempted to act tough, while Mariah covered her mouth in faux-shock. “Dinner’s ready,” Devin called out. Trish joined them in the kitchen and complemented Mariah’s tee. Mariah stuck her tongue out at Devin, proving that it was a good purchase.
He rolled his eyes with a smile and began serving up plates of hearty pasta. He stole a few glances at the two women, curious as to how such a bottom heavy woman would navigate this small kitchen already stuffed with the bustiest woman in America. The answer was lots of bouncing and apologies. Trish’s ass would bounce off Mariah’s tits when she backed up while looking for napkins and Mariah apologized when her tits nearly toppled Trish's ass over tit while heading into the dining room.
Thankfully, they each laughed it off and took their seats. Devin wasn’t oblivious to both of their red cheeks. Could it be from the alcohol and the sun from today’s lakeside lounging? Or are these too smitten with each other?
As they took their seats, Devin raised his glass. “A toast,” the women raised their glasses, as well, “to new friends, new adventures, and good wine.”
“Here, here!” Trish cheered as they clinked their glasses together. Devin played host as he topped off the women’s glasses and offered them some grated parmesan cheese. “You are just too sweet! The both of you!” The couple smiled at each other, each proud of their choice to be together.
“So Trish, do you have a special someone back home?” Mariah pried as she dug into her meal.
“There have been a few over the years, some even for serious enough to live together. That ship has sailed, this old bird is flying solo right now,” Trish sounded like she was fighting back a sadness caught in her throat. “Who needs a special someone when I’ve got folks like you.” Trish smiled through the sad revelation and dug into her food.
“Trish, I’m sorry that you’ve been hurt, really,” Mariah reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “You’re a catch. Honest! You’re so dang sweet and you’re barely older than us! Don’t talk down on yourself.”
“You’re too kind, darling,” Trish sniffed back tears and adjusted herself in the dining chair. The groans of the wooden joints sounded like they were losing the battle against Trish’s impressive rear. “Tell me about you two. How’d you two lovebirds get together?”
Mariah gave Devin a cheeky smile before answering, “Well, I was minding my own business at the grocery store. This guy comes over and slips on a wet spot on the floor and goes tumbling right between the girls.” Mariah motioned to her impressive cleavage and giggled. “We had to call the fire department to get the jaws of life to set him free, but to thank him for not suing, I offered to take him out on a date. The rest is history,” Mariah finished her sentence with a triumphant sip of her wine.
“Is that so?” Trish giggled, looking to Devin for the real story.
“Fairly close,” Devin corrected the story by explaining how, where, and when they met. He talked about how sweet Mariah was, how she took care of him… how she saved him. “She also has a kickass apartment. So now I get to sleep over in a penthouse while she gets to look at this pretty face.” Devin circled his face with his finger and Mariah fluttered her eyelashes like a cartoon character in love.
“You’re both just too fun! Well, anyone can see that you two are perfect for each other. It’s almost like you were made for each other,” Trish’s comment had gotten Devin thinking. He and Mariah were really good together. He was one lucky man.
“Thank you, Trish. What made you want to sneak away to the woods for so long?”
“I’ve always been an outdoorsy person with any know-how on how to survive. After the last relationship went tits-up, I unloaded some of my savings and took up residence in that cozy little cabin next door. I do remote work and its given me time to work on my novel.”
“Oh! My! God! You’re a writer?!” Mariah was acting like a nerdy schoolgirl. “What kind of books do you write? Please tell me it's true crime!”
“Sorry, darling. It’s more of a … relationship drama. People smooching, betrayal, maybe a dowry between families. It’s been picked up by a small publisher and they’ve given me an advance to work on my next book.”
“That’s so cool! You have to tell me what the books are called. I’d love to read it,” Devin noticed how red Mariah’s cheeks were getting and how loud and insistent she was becoming. She hadn’t been drinking that much wine, but that’s when the dots connected in his head.
“We’re at a higher altitude! The alcohol is hitting us quicker!” Devin thought to himself, embarrassed it took him this long to think of it. He tried to interject but noticed quickly that the wine was hitting him hard as well. Before long, he had forgotten this crucial thought and joined the conversation again.
The next few hours were a blur, both from the wine and the wonderful company. Trish wouldn’t reveal the name of her book but she did say she’d considered sharing a rough draft with Mariah tomorrow. As the plates were cleared and the second wine bottle emptied, Trish seemed ready to head out and get some sleep.
“NO! Don’t go!” Mariah was a bit belligerent at this point. “Trish is the best! Stay the night! Our couch is great! Or just kick Devin out of bed and we can snuggle,” both women found that to be quite funny while Devin grumbled in protest.
“I’d love to, Ms. Mariah, but I don’t think two… gifted gals like us can be contained by one measly little bed.”
“‘Tis true, ‘tis true. Devin knows all about my reinforced bed, especially with these fun bags still growing,” Mariah groaned.
“Wait… you’re still growing? But… aren’t you far too old to be growing?” Trish’s cheery demeanor faltered, now genuinely curious about Mariah.
“Oh yeah! These things slowed down a bit a few months ago but after getting with this stud,” Mariah gave Devin a light punch in the arm, “they’re growing again. Still trying to nail down why.”
“Wow,” was all Trish could say for some time. Under her breath, she whispered, “I thought I was the only one.”
“What was that?” Mariah nor Devin could hear her. Possibly due to the amount of wine in their systems, but Trish quickly moved on.
“I said that’s crazy! Do you feel any pain?”
“No, no, no. My guy gives a killer back massage and I’ve got plenty of support when the girls need it. Also,” Mariah quickly stood up and slammed her tits down on the table. Both Mariah and Devin’s plates were crushed and shattered by their immense size and weight. “...I can always take a load off.”
Devin couldn’t even fathom cleaning this up, but he could see if Mariah had hurt herself. “No, Big D. I’m made of stronger stuff.”
“Big D?” Trish inquired, genuinely looking confused.
“Yeah, it’s a cute nickname for his huge pe-” Devin cut off Mariah as quickly as he could.
“-Anyway! Let’s get you home, Trish. I bet you want to get back to your own bed, huh? I’ll escort you home,” Devin offered his elbow to the kindly woman, who gladly accepted.
“It was so good talking with you, Ms. Mariah. If you’d like, I’ll be tanning on the deck tomorrow around 10:30. You’re more than welcome to join. I might even bring a manuscript or two?”
Mariah had been resting her drunken head on her water bed-like tits as her eyes shot open. “I’m down! See you later, T-dawg,” her words slurred heavily from the booze in her system.
“Goodnight, darling,” and with that, Devin walked Trish back to her own rental and made sure she got back inside safely. Once Devin made it home, he made quick work of the dishes and even fished out the broken plates and cups from beneath Mariah’s tits. She rested comfortably on top of them and wasn’t much help, save for a few compliments on Devin’s tight butt.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.” This has happened a few times since they got together, and it hasn’t gotten easier. Devin slung Mariah’s arm over his shoulder and he used all his strength to lift her up. It was always a depressing sight when he saw that he could lift her body off the ground, while her tits hadn’t even bugded. Thankfully, she was still able to help a bit as they both stumbled up the stairs.
Setting her on the edge of the bed, Devin got her to raise her arms as he wrestled her shirt over her enormous teats. Once free, she flopped back onto the bed, her tits shaking like two world breakingly big water balloons. She cooed as her fingers stroked her breasts as Devin helped her get her shorts off. He carefully lifted her head and moved a pillow underneath, finishing off with a soft blanket draped over her torso. It sort of looked like trying to hide a car under a beach towel, but it’s the thought that counts.
“Thank you, baby,” Mariah whispered, pursing her lips for a kiss. Devin obliged, about to head down stairs to finish cleaning up. Mariah stopped him, hanging onto his sleeve. “Hey, babe. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, cutie,” he crouched down by her head, stroking her silky curls.
“Would you… still love me if I wasn’t as big?” Her eyes turned, becoming misty.
“Of course I would! I’m sorry if I made you feel any differently!”
“No, no, it’s ok. I’m glad you were honest with me,” she tried to laugh past the tears now rolling down her face. “I’m glad you shared your fantasy with me. It makes me feel so sexy that you love my body, really, but… would you still love me if I got a reduction?” Her lip was quivering. Clearly, this thought had been weighing heavily on her mind. Devin didn’t have a clue.
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “M, I… I love you.” The first time one of them officially said it out loud. Not the way Devin imagined it going, but he could roll with it. “I don’t care what size you are. I said it when we first got together and I meant it. I have my little perversions,” Mariah smiled at the word, “but they’re not the reason I fell in love with you. You could be flat as a board and I’d still be obsessed with you and your chest.”
She chuckled, wiping away the tears from her cheek. “Well, hold on now. I wouldn’t go that small. I still like the way they fill out a dress.”
“That’s nice too. I support you 1000% with whatever decision you make,” he leaned forward and kissed her forehead again. “I love you, Mariah.”
She smiled back at him, sniffling back the last few tears. “I love you too, Devin. I’m sorry I made this into a bigger thing than it needed to be. And sorry I’m a drunken, crying mess,” she laughed off the last sentence as she wiped her face one last time.
“Mariah, this matters. Your feelings matter. We don’t have to ever talk about your boobs or them growing ever again, if that’s what you want. I just want to be with you.”
“Woah woah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The girls still need your attention.” She leaned towards Devin, pressing her breasts together with her arms. “What if my big, reinforced bras feel a little too snug tomorrow? Who will help me carry them?”
Devin didn’t say anything, but his face was beat red. “I’m never going to stop loving your little awkward silences when I talk about my boo-bas. That will never get old.” She rotated to lay on her back once more, closing her eyes. “Oh, and Devin.”
“Yes, my love.”
“If you ever wanted to… suck on them more often… I wouldn’t be opposed,” her eyes were shut but she seemed to be cringing at this admission.
“Is that your secret kink?!”
“What? No… well, it’s part of it. No spoilers, Big D. Tomorrow, if you’re good, I might consider giving you another hint.” Devin quietly walked back over to Mariah, her eyes still shut. Carefully, he lifted the blanket to reveal her Red Bull can-sized nipples. Carefully, even holding his breath, he leaned down and latched on the tip. His tongue teased it as he sucked as hard as he could.
Mariah’s hands gripped the sides of her tits as her head snapped back in orgasmic ecstasy. Devin wrapped his arms, hugging one tit like he was hugging a body pillow. Every twitch and flinch from Mariah shook Devin, making his cock grow hard in his pants. It pressed hard into the side of her breast as Devin dry-humped his lover while she lost herself in the throes of passion. Within a minute of sucking, she was screaming and cumming her brains out. Her pussy was soaking through the sheets of the bed and she couldn’t catch her breath. Devin loved watching these massive mounds of flesh rise and fall with her panting.
“No fair, Big D.”
“You’re not the only one who can do some teasing,” Devin winked as he walked out the bedroom door. “Sweet dream, Mariah.”
“Sweet dreams, loser.” She stuck her tongue out at him as the door shut. Mariah slowly closed her eyes, the love for her boyfriend warming her heard and guiding her to one of the most restful nights of sleep of her life. All night long, her dreams were filled with scenes of her breasts growing bigger and bigger. Bigger than her body, big enough to fill rooms, even crush cars. Outside the dream, Mariah was moaning with delight at the possibilities. In the dark, she whispered, “...bigger.”
TO BE CONTINUED