Mariah didn’t know what to say. The night air thick with fog kissed her cheeks through the doorway as she stared at the pear-shaped Southern Belle begging to come inside. A mixture of butterflies in her stomach and dread in her heart had her paralyzed until Devin broke her free. His firm hand rested on her back as he asked who was at the door. He peaked around his lover to see their kindly neighbor - the same neighbor who may have been trying to make a pass at his girlfriend a few hours ago. A move that his girlfriend didn’t seem too opposed to.
“H-hey Trish. How’s it going?”
Trish could sense that Devin was aware of what had transpired, as innocuous as it was. “Hey, Sugar. I was looking to speak to your beau for a moment… if I’m not keeping you,” Trish's smile could melt a glacier. Her classic Southern hospitality was mesmerizing, enough so to give Devin’s anxiety a break.
“Sure… honey, I’ll check on the oven. Give me a shout when your phone timer goes off,” Devin then leaned into Mariah’s ear. “If you’re not comfortable, we can shut the door and still have a nice night. Just say the word.”
Mariah finally found her words and shooed Devin away, giving him a confident nod to let him know she’d be alright. She turned back to Trish and noticed her shaking in the cold night air. “Would you like to come in?”
“Only if you f-f-feel comfortable with that, sweetie,” Trish fought to stave off the chills but was failing. Mariah quickly brought her inside and Trish sighed in relief. “Thank you, Mariah.” The two women felt time slow as they locked eyes again. All those confusing feelings when they were floating in the river came rushing back. Mariah’s heartbeat sped up as her eyes trailed down to Trish’s overflowing hips hugged tightly by what she assumed must be another sundress. At a slightly smaller size, it would be perfect for hiding Trish’s huge frame, but no longer.
Mariah’s eyes crept back up to Trish’s, where she caught her basically salivating at Mariah’s chest. M crossed her arms over her gigantic breasts, making the rest closer to her chin. On a smaller chest, she could have covered herself out of shame. For Mariah, it was a futile gesture out of habit to try to hide away from an awkward conversation.
Trish was the first to speak again, “Could we take a seat in the living room?”
“Yes, of course,” Mariah shook her head to escape the embarrassment and guided her guest to the many couches. Mariah sat across Trish, giving her guest the larger seat for her sizeable rump. Watching each cheek nearly cover an entire couch cushion each was incredible to watch. Some for Trish watching a set of tits completely cover all of Mariah’s thighs. Both women could feel their pussys growing more wet by the minute, so Trish tried to get ahead of it.
In a hushed tone, Trish began with, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say, honey,” Mariah could see tears begin to well in her eyes. Not water works, but Trish was really working through some tough feelings. “I got… caught up in the incredible feeling of finally finding someone who… who understands… what I’ve been…” Trish covered her face with her hand. Mariah quickly handed over a box of tissues. She wanted to reach out to comfort her but didn’t want to send the wrong message.
“Thank you, sweetie. You’re so kind,” Trish’s grateful smile lit up the room. “I really tried to control myself when I was planning on coming over here,” she let out a soft chuckle. “It wouldn’t be fair - me showing up with the waterworks begging for forgiveness. I just - I just feel like I messed all this up, Mariah. I really didn’t mean to cross any lines with you and Devin. You’re both so sweet. I just,” Trish paused herself again to keep herself from getting overwhelmed.
“I didn’t know how much I’d missed… this,” Trish motioned to Mariah, Devin, and the whole cabin. “People. Being with nice people and just spending time together. Without feeling like a burden or that my … condition was causing problems. Seeing you two together, so happy and supportive, it gave me hope that I could … one day… maybe -” Trish paused when Mariah’s hand rested on her knee.
“T, you’re a great gal. I’m truly sorry for how your last relationship shook out. Believe me, I’ve been in that hell. You will find that support again,” Mariah gripped her friend’s knee tighter. “In the meantime, you’ve got two friends here who are here to support you - growing ass and all,” Mariah laughed and gave Trish’s thigh a squeeze.
Trish couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thank you kindly, Miss Balloons,” Trish proceeded to grab a throw pillow and swing it at Mariah’s chest. Watching it bounce off was quite the sight, ripples jiggling her breasts like a stone in a pond.
“Now, that’s a nickname I’d like on a custom shirt. Maybe I can ask Big D for it.”
“Maybe for your birthday?” Trish raised an eyebrow in excitement.
“Now we’re cooking,” the giggles started to die down and the two women were left smiling at one another. “Trish, everything’s ok. Really. Devin and I are good and I definitely felt how special it was to find someone so,” she motioned to her monster boobs, “... similar. I think we’re going to have to lean on each other for support through all of these changes - maybe literally lean on each other at times. Just know I’m here for you, Trish.” Mariah paused for a moment, “That almost sounds crazy for how quickly we’ve all met, but I can feel that this is special. Can’t you?”
Trish nodded in agreement. “I’ll be here for you, sweetie. Just holler and I’ll come running. Or… I’ll speed walk as quick as these birthing hips will let me,” she punctuated her promise with a slap on her thighs. Dirty thoughts ran through Mariah’s mind at the idea of Trish wrapping her thighs around Devin’s head and not letting him up.
“Hmm,” Mariah thought, “Devin and Trish together? Now there’s a fun thought…” Mariah snapped herself out of her horny daydream to Trish offering her phone.
“Add your number and call yourself. If you ever need anything, truly anything, I’ll be there, sugar.” T winked as Mariah added her number and they saved each other’s contacts.
The air felt smoother now, lighter even. Devin could sense it as well as he poked his head around the corner with a glass of red. “How’s everything going in here?”
Mariah giggled, “We’re all good, honey. We’re two minutes out until we need to pull the dish out of the oven. Is that for me?” She asked, eyeing the wine.
“Yes, and this is for you,” Devin produced a second glass of wine and offered it to Trish. The woman clinked their glasses in honor of their wonderful host. “Would Trish like to stay for dinner?”
Mariah gave Trish a friendly glance, asking with her body language. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Big D.” Devin returned to the kitchen and removed the baking sheet from the oven. As it cooled, he came back to the living room to join the women. Devin was glad to see whatever awkwardness had faded away. He too was having trouble not staring at Trish’s chair-crushing cushions, but he’d had good practice when he was out with Mariah. He didn’t want to look like a total perv every time she wore a lowcut shirt on a date, so hopefully his training would come in handy for their pear-shaped friend.
Once the food had curled, each gifted, curvy woman made their way to the dinner table and Devin served them up. “I’m sorry, babe,” Mariah apologized, “this was supposed to be my night to handle dinner.”
“You did, cutie. I’m just showing off what my girlfriend pulled together.” Devin took at the head of the table, between the two women. “Another toast,” he raised his glass, “to friends. To partners. To this wonderful cabin that I’d kill to make our home.”
“Here, here,” Trish responded as they clinked glasses and dug in. The chicken and potatoes were roasted perfectly and they paired well with the wine Devin chose. Light chit-chat and good laughs were shared by all. Devin did take note that each of these women wasn’t afraid to put away their fair share. They each barely seemed to notice as two to three servings just disappeared down their throats. With Trish’s smaller chest, he even noticed a slight bulge in her stomach from all the delicious food. If they didn’t have a guest, Mariah may have been topless now and Devin would have seen her stomach swell as well.
Devin had always been a fan of larger, rounder bellies on women, but this - this was something new. Once they were finished, the trio returned to the living room and chatted as the stars emerged in the sky. They were even lucky enough to see a meteor shower streak across the sky. The sound of light lofi jazz set a cozy mood as the three of them worked their way through multiple bottles of wine, enjoying the wonders of nature and the divine. The warmth and comfort filling the room was perfect - like Christmas but without all the family drama.
Devin watched the meteors fly by in the reflection in Mariah’s eyes. “God, she’s beautiful,” he thought for the thousandth time that day. He loved watching her huge chest rise and fall with each breath, all that strength heaving her head crushing teats into the air. “Each of these women must be stronger than they look,” Devin knew for a fact it was true for Mariah and was too shy to look at Trish.
As the meteors eventually vanished and the music had run out, the conversations had turned into long yawns with words sprinkled in between. Trish began to wordlessly gather her things before Devin stopped her. “Trish, please. Just crash here. I’ll make up the pull-out couch.”
Before Trish could protest, Devin was already off to get a pillow and some blankets. Trish was honestly relieved, she was far too drunk to stumble her way home. Mariah helped Devin set up a bed for her and even offered one of her oversized shirts to use while she slept. “Maybe the extra-large size could reach your massive butt,” Mariah drunkenly stated.
Thankfully, they all laughed it off as Mariah gave Trish’s ass a light slap in jest. Obviously, that was a mistake, but no one was coherent enough to care. Trish cleaned herself up and changed into the nightshirt. It got about halfway around her now 52-inch booty. The cool air on her damp pussy cast Trish’s mind back to the slap on the ass, which made her bite her lip.
She quickly got under the blankets and quietly rubbed circles on her clit thinking of Mariah. Of those growing tits and how much she wanted to be smothered by them. She was quick enough to shove a blanket in her mouth as a moan turned into a scream as she came on her hand. Trish coated her hand in cum as her thighs squeezed tightly, her body twitching uncontrollably. Trish collapsed into a heap soon after, too drunk and tired to clean herself up.
Upstairs, the couple was on each other like repressed teens. Mariah was pushed back on the bed and Devin sloppily pulled off his clothes and helped her undress. Even sober, it was no easy task getting her clothes off, but braless and drunk? This felt like an unfair challenge.
Trish rallied enough to undress herself, before flopping back down on the bed. The show of her breasts, resting feet away from her torso, was too much for Devin. He straddled his girlfriend and latched onto her nipples, sucking as hard as he could.
“Oh FUCK!” Mariah was too drunk to notice how loud she was. “Drink my fucking milk, D! Keep sucking! Drain me dry!” She didn’t seem to have any reservations about all the wine in her system. Devin proceeded to massage each breast as he played into the fantasy.
“I could see them getting fuller and fuller during dinner. They must be so heavy,” he said before latching again.
“Oh fuck, yes! Keep going!” Mariah slipped her hand under all the heavy mass of her boobs to find her clit. She went to town on it as she continued. “I could see you staring. They were growing so fast I thought Trish would see.”
Devin slipped his cock between her tits as he switched to her other nipple. “Is this the fastest they’ve grown?”
“By far, baby. I fucking love it! I need them drained but I want you to make them bigger. Don’t you want to make my titties bigger?” Mariah bit her lip as she sped up massaging her clit and pussy. “Don’t you want to feel them cover your whole body? Pinning you down. I could just force you to drink my milk all day.”
“Fuck, where’d this all come from?!” Devin exclaimed as he picked up speed by humping her chest.
“That light reading I did earlier gave me some ideas. I told you I was a fan. Now, cum for me while you drain my tits before they get too big for me to walk!” She screamed as her orgasm grew closer.
“Keep going with the dirty talk,” Devin muttered as he went back to sucking and squeezing and fucking. Mariah crossed her eyes in ecstasy every time she felt his mouth on her tits.
“Fuck me bigger, baby! Think of me growing. Think of my big tits and slap my ass. Slap my big fucking ass. Think of Trish’s ass when you do it. Fuck, I want you to slap Trish’s ass!” Devin was confused by the way this fantasy turned, but he loved it. He picked up speed as Mariah’s orgasm was fast approaching.
“Fuck!” She screamed, “Think of us both growing bigger for you, Big D! You’re fucking us bigger! Keep milking my tits as I grow! God, I wanna see her smother you with her gigantic fucking ass! Cum for me, D! I’m going to cum!” With that, she screamed louder than she ever had before as she gripped her tits for leverage.
Devin bit her nipple just a bit as he came load after load into her cleavage. Not a drop shot free, all kept safely inside for each clean up. They thrust in unison harder and longer than they had before. It was divine as they fell next to each other. “Fuck, I love you, D,” the words tumbled out of her mouth as she could barely keep her eyes open.
“I love you more, M. God, you’re perfect.”
“No, you…”
“No…. you…” Devin barely finished as he passed out, with Mariah soon after.
If only they had stayed awake a minute longer, they may have heard the creak of the wood floor as someone scurried away from their door. Someone who was all too intrigued by the show those two put on.
TO BE CONTINUED