Mariah’s eyes blinked open just as the afternoon sun began to set over the surrounding mountains. Her stomach grumbled, shaking her massive tits. She was lying on her back and slowly pulled herself to a seated position. Her lover was still unconscious on the couch, his cock hanging out. God, she couldn’t believe what had gotten into her. She not only admitted to fantasy on this trip, but she opened up and said she wanted to try it?! She was in disbelief with herself but found solace in the fact that Devin was fully on board with her attempting to induce lactation.
“God, these pills are making me so worked up,” Her pussy quaked as she looked at his cock. An idea formed in her mind, and a smile formed on her face. She brushed away her blonde curls and crawled forward towards her boyfriend. Dragging her tits beneath her, she imagined leaving milk trails on the rub as her breasts grew fuller and rounder. The idea of getting bigger still rang strange in her mind, but lactating - that was something she’d craved for as long as she could remember.
Mariah grabbed Devin’s knees and pulled herself up, her breasts resting heavily on her knees and thighs. Before he could wake, she slurped up her delicious cock and began sucking it. She could taste herself and the remnants of his cum and she made sure to swirl her tongue to catch every flavor. Devin groaned as his eyes were peeled open to the most wondrous sight. The woman of his dreams going down on him and loving every minute of it.
Mariah didn’t stop, only winking as she doubled her efforts. Up and down, up and down, with slight breaks to suck on his balls and fondle them between her fingers. God, she loved his size. It was just right for her. She could feel his balls twitch in her hands as his head leaned back. He let out a moan as his fingers found her hair. Devin twisted her hair around his hand and pulled it down onto his cock, forcing more of it down her throat.
She gagged but loved it. Her nails dug into his thighs as she forced herself to swallow his whole length. Her plush pussy gushed cum onto the carpet as she added more pressure. Her thighs were drenched and she was sure she stained the carpet, but she didn’t have a care in the world. She pulled the cock from her mouth and licked it up and down, staring at her lover in his eyes. They both smiled at each other, before she said, “Evening, Big D. Mind doing me a favor?”
Between breaths, he whimpered, “Anything…”
“Good man. Now… cum for me.” With that, she swallowed his entire cock and squeezed his balls. She even used her elbows to squeeze his legs, wrapping them around her tits. With one final pull, he sat on her tits as he blasted a load into her stomach. Mariah locked her lips, not letting a drop of his delicious cum to escape. The sensitivity of her mammaries was overwhelming and all this added weight was making her lose control. She came, screaming with her mouth full of cum. She squirted again, coating her tits in her delicate juices. After what felt like minutes, they pulled themselves apart.
Mariah pulled herself up to sit next to him and leaned in for a smooch on the cheek. “Hope you didn’t mind. It was getting late and I couldn’t have possibly thought of another way to wake you.” She blinked innocently up at him, but her smile gave away her game. Mariah was proud of herself.
“Please… never hesitate if you ever need to wake me up. That’s my preferred method,” Devin said between breaths.
“I’ll take note. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for some grub,” with a heavy sway, Mariah hoisted her tits forward and pulled herself to a standing position. “You don’t move a muscle, Mister. This one is on me. I’ll clean myself up and get started and you take your time.” Just before she walked away, she stopped herself. “Actually… one moment.”
She scurried away, as fast as her breasts would let her and she returned with a glass of red wine for him. “Enjoy, my dear. Rest up.” Devin watched Mariah’s perky ass and breasts that could swallow his head bounce away around the corner, bathed in the orange light of the setting sun. He took a deep breath, sighed in relief, and took a sip. He was in paradise. He leaned his head back and took in the beautiful architecture of their vacation home.
Meanwhile, Mariah was quickly showering herself off and trying to bury the feelings she could feel budding for her new friend. Trish was stunning, and something about her connection over her growing body made their new friendship even stronger. Mariah wouldn’t admit it, but the attraction felt unavoidable. She felt Devin and Mariah were made for each other, but Trish and her enormous ass… this was something new. For now, Mariah wanted to focus on Devin and give him the best night of his life. He’d been working so hard these past few months, even requesting that he cover the bills when they had their date nights. She knew he was still tight, financially, but she’d let him. Mariah could tell that it was important to him.
Every time she tried to broach the subject, Devin would shut down and grow quiet. He was never angry, but could never find the words to express just how much this affected him. Mariah finished up her shower and slipped on a white sundress, striped with thin blue lines. The old Mariah would never wear stripes, as they had a tendency to make curves more prominent. For Devin, though? She’d always make the exception. She even decided to go braless, which would excite him quite a bit when he was awake.
Mariah tip-toed her way down to the kitchen and stole a peek at her lover on the couch. She watched his chest rise and fall as he savored this moment alone. No wrinkles on his forehead from worry, no clenched jaw, not one tense muscle in his body - he was finally relaxed. Mariah’s heart fluttered at the thought.
These past few months have been magical, but she could see the stress Devin put on himself way on him. She headed for the kitchen to start working on dinner while her mind was cast back two months prior. Mariah had picked a cozy diner to grab a bite to eat after Devin was off work to catch up in person. Her flexible schedule allowed her to meet Devin where he liked, but something was off on this visit. He was distraught and desperately trying to hide it.
“Hey babe,” he whispered as he kissed her cheek and sat across from her in their booth. Anyone who had seen Mariah’s dimensions would wonder why she’d forced herself into such a confined space, but the answer was both simple and two-fold.
Mariah secretly liked the pressure on her tits. She wouldn’t be moaning in the middle of a restaurant, but she enjoyed the pressure of them squeezing together underneath her overly large top.
Devin liked to sit in booths. They were cozy for him, so Mariah was willing to sacrifice some slight discomfort for the man who she was beginning to love.
Mariah was careful not to pry, but after the waitress came by and Devin didn’t want to order, Mariah had to know what had happened. Turns out one of Devin’s superiors failed to mention a big presentation he needed to prepare for. He had shown up to work with a pep in his step only to be berated by his boss, his boss’s boss, and his boss’s boss’s boss. They both suspected this was a setup to make Devin look bad, especially after the past few months. Higher-ups were taking notice of his hard work and it finally felt it was going to pay off. Devin’s manager, Tyler Stray, was never a fan of Devin and personally made his time in office a living hell.
Devin fought back tears as he recalled the severe regret and shame he felt, and all Mariah could do was hold his hand. Her legs tried to intertwine his under the table to comfort him in her own quirky way, but there wasn’t enough room. Mariah pulled his hand to her mouth and she gave it a peck. “You know you’re amazing, D. I’m… I don’t want to keep saying I’m sorry, but dammit, you don’t deserve this.”
Devin sniffled, took a deep breath, and flicked away the one tear forming in the corner of his eye. “Sorry, M. Not the sexiest look - seeing you’re boyfriend cry over someone being mean to him,” He tried to laugh off his pain, but Mariah didn’t take the bait.
“I love that you’re this open with me. Today may suck, maybe even this weekend, but I’m here to support you,” her toothy smile could light up the city. “Besides, you’re too cute to be this sad,” Mariah reached over and gave his cheek a pinch, making Devin yelp as the waitress returned to see if Mariah had made a decision on her meal. Her gaze fell away from the waitress and back to her lover. After a serene moment, drinking in his beautiful aura, she turned back to the waitress and order a handful of finger foods and a few shakes to go.
Mariah and Devin hopped into a taxi. Mariah needed an extra shove to get her bust inside, so she headed to her place. Once inside, they cuddled up on the couch, each changed into comfier clothes and wrapped in a giant plush blanket. Mariah made sure to rest some of her tit on his lap, not to crush his leg, but like an extra security blanket. She liked feeling his legs on her tit and she could tell he enjoyed the warmth from her. She turned on one of their repeatable sitcoms and opened up the takeaway meals. They spent the rest of the night laughing, snacking, and sucking down milkshakes, all while Mariah watched Devin’s mood shift from sour to content. She would occasionally steal a kiss and watch his cheeks glow red.
Once they finished their meals, they both were quite sleepy. Devin tidied up the kitchen while Mariah began unstrapping her bra and getting ready for bed. Devin soon joined her and she made sure he was the little spoon. She never wanted to infantilize or immaculate him, especially when it came to these sensitive topics, but she knew he was secure enough in his masculinity not to worry about these things. As he settled on his side, her two arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him into Mariah’s. It was like being pulled into two water balloons overfilled with warm water. They would wrap around his body, pinning his arms to his side, and sure, he was trapped, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else. Devin’s slow movements made Mariah quiver in delight but for now, her main focus was him. Her delicate fingers traced circles on the parts of his back that she could reach, knowing just how much pressure Devin liked.
She could feel any remaining stress melt away from her lover as he drifted off to sleep. This is what Mariah lived for - helping people. Devin had done so much for her and she knew he was a keeper. As long as they were together, she would be there to love him and support him.
Mariah’s mind snapped back to the present as she popped the chicken and potatoes into the oven. She could hear Devin returning from his shower, his feet creaking the stairs as he rounded the corner. She loved how his hair looked after a rinse, and his smile wasn’t too bad either. “Did you clean yourself up? Get all the nooks and crannies?”
“Want to check for yourself?” Devin stepped forward and raised his arms above his head. Mariah sniffed the air like a dog then leaned in to catch a smell of his body wash.
“I don’t know… I need a closer look,” with that, she was on him. Mariah’s fingers dug into his armpits and his sensitive sides, tickling him as fast as she could. Devin giggled and twisted, trying to get away, which was quite easy when you’re assailant had two airbags pushing you away at all times.
“No fair!”
“Very fair! I was just doing my job!” Mariah bit her lip and she laughed to herself proudly. She motioned for Devin to come closer, but he hesitated until she grabbed his arm and pulled him in for a kiss. The warmth from the shower radiated off his body and into her chest. After a few minutes of light tongue play, they separated and stared into each other’s eyes. They were both so madly in love with each other, it made both of them feel weak in the knees.
“The food smells delicious,” Devin said as he looked out the window. The orange light was fading into the cool blue evening hue, bathing his face in angelic light. “You’ve done good work, M.”
“Well, thank you, Big D. I’m getting pretty hungry so apologies if I pig out a bit later,” she giggled into his chest.
“I never judge. You’re a growing woman, after all,” he smiled. “Maybe you should have some ice cream? Maybe some heavy cream?”
Mariah blushed but her smile was devilish. “So someone is on board with my little fetish?”
“You were onboard for mine. I’m just trying to be a good boyfriend.” His shit-eating grin was too much for Mariah. She walked to the fridge and took out the large carton of milk. She proceeded to pour herself a large glass and kept her eyes locked on his as she drank the entire glass.
“You’re still onboard?” She asked, her words slowed and heavy with seduction. He could only nod in excited agreement. This moment could have turned into something a bit steamier, but the tension was cut when someone knocked on the door.
Mariah scurried over and peeked through the peephole. She sighed, steeled herself, and cracked the door open. Standing in the fading daylight was the bottom-heavy queen, Trish.
“Can we talk, honey?”
TO BE CONTINUED