The day came and went, and the three felt the wonderful, warm sensation you only feel when you’re with the ones you’re meant to be with. People who understand you, get you, and accept you. Mariah and Devin had each other, and now Mariah and Trish could lean on each other through whatever this transformative journey they’re on together.
Devin couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two women giggle as they pulled out a detective board game and couldn’t stop accusing each other of made-up crimes. They turned on a random comedy channel on TV and laughed and shared drinks, talking about where they grew up and the shows that shaped their lives. Trish grew up with Disney Channel while Mariah was a Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon girl, and the wine livened up their debates about which show was better. Eventually, they found a channel playing reruns of one of the shows they remembered fondly and laughed heartily at just how bad it was.
It was almost as if Devin had faded away while the women had the afternoon of their lives, a type of friendship they last experienced when they were children. Of course, they’d still check in with Devin and he was retreating from the conversation - it was more about giving them the space to grow more accustomed to one another.
Once Devin heard a rumble in his belly, he knew it was time to make some dinner. He snuck away to put a few frozen pizzas in the oven when the woman finally noticed that the sun was going down. “Oh shoot!” Mariah exclaimed, “I wanted to go swimming one more time.”
“It must be hard finding enough space in the city for your girls to go for a float. Do you have a private pool in your building or anything?” Trish asked, taking a small sip from her wine.
“Not really, sadly. A gym I used to go to had a sizeable pool but when does anyone find a gym pool empty,” Mariah laughed it off, but then a light bulb went off in her brain. “Wait a minute…” Mariah looked towards the bedroom she was sharing with Devin. “Would you… want to go for a dip?”
Trish raised an eyebrow and peered out the window. The gorgeous burnt orange and yellow lights from the sunset were almost gone, leaving the world in a cool blue. “I think I might just freeze to death, darling.”
“No, no silly. We have a hot tub upstairs! I could go for a little back massage and the jets on that thing are supposed to be crazy.”
“Oooo that does sound nice, but…” Trish looked down at her hips and thighs that were swallowing the chair beneath her. “Will it be a little … snug for us girls?”
“Oh pssshhh, we can make it work! Come on!” Mariah grabbed Trish’s wrist and made her way upstairs. Mariah shouted towards the kitchen, “We’re gonna hit up the hot tub, babe! Come join us when you’re ready!”
A devious smile etched its way onto Devin’s face. “Have fun, you too.” Hopefully, the space he had given them both was enough to let the sparks between the two women grow into a bonfire. Devin sipped his wine, listened to the mountain breeze as it blew through the window, and waited for the magic to happen.
~~~
The women each had their respective swimwear donned as Mariah kicked on the jets to the jacuzzi. A flick from a remote attached to the wall turned on color-changing LEDs embedded in the walls of the tub. Mariah decided to add a bit more ambiance by dimming the overhead lights and lit some candles seated on floating shelves around the room.
The women drank their wine and dipped their toes into the water, testing for the right temp. Mariah was quite impressed seeing Trish lift such a meaty thigh high into the air, but like Mariah, Trish had developed the muscle mass to support her ungodly size. Once the water was just right, each woman sat on the lip of the bath and let their feet soak. Each one was wondering how they’d go about fitting into this, but for now, they just basked in the warmth.
The scents of sage and lavender swirled in the air as Mariah took in a deep breath, “God, I needed this.”
“Oh, don’t be too hard on yourself, hon. I don’t think you needed a bath too bad,” Trish teased from behind her wine glass.
Mariah rolled her eyes. “Very funny. Do you do stand-up?”
“I’ve considered it.”
“I can’t wait to see you bomb,” Mariah giggled. “What I was saying was that this trip was truly needed. Especially for Devin. We’ve really opened up to each other but this little getaway… I’ve never felt this close to another person. Not like what I have with Devin.”
Trish kicked a bit of water towards Mariah, “God, you’re so in love. I love it for you but gross, honey.”
Mariah laughed and kicked a bit of water back at her friend. “I like being gross, but you wanna know what I love more?” Mariah proceeded to sink into the tub. “This…” any lingering stress melted away. Her eyes crossed as the warmth of the bubbly water hugged her and hefted the weight of her chest off her back.
“Mind if I try something, cutie?” Trish asked, with a nod from Mariah who couldn’t care less about what was happening around her. Trish carefully set her stemless wineglass neatly between her massive pillowy tits. It was like setting the glass between two body pillows, each gently swaying in the water.
“Look at that - good for cupholding and for back pain,” each woman gave a hearty chuckle. Trish began her descent into the water, her preposterous ass displaying enough water for it to spill out onto the tiled floor.
“Whoops! I’ll get a towel!” Trish tried to scramble to clean it up, but Mariah's soft hand stopped her.
“Babe, it’s alright. You don’t think I’ve drained my fair share of baths over the past few months. Just sit down and get comfy.” Trish did as she was told, and Mariah cranked up the faucet to fill in the difference that had been spilled out.
As anyone would imagine, these two women completely filled the tub. Easily built to fit four adults comfortably, each of these women gobbled up all the available space with their enormous forms. Trish’s ass took up both seats opposite Mariah, her crotch nearly sitting out of the water while Mariah straddled two of the seats opposite her friend. She had to carefully position Trish’s thick thighs between her tits, worried that she could injure Trish.
Neither wanted to admit just how hot they both felt about this arrangement. Mariah’s sensitive tits were vibrating with excitement already from the bubbles and massaging jets, but feeling this giant woman’s thighs with her breasts was causing a quake in her pussy.
Trish wasn’t fairing much better. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and caress these gravity-defying lifeboats attached to her friend’s chest. The urge to press her face into them and feel their immense weight wrap around her head was a dream that could easily become a reality if only she leaned forward.
They each caught each other staring at one another, then in a mirrored motion, looked away from one another in embarrassment. Thankfully, a knock at the door shook them both out of their anxious states.
“Knock knock, ladies,” Devin poked his head in with a smile. “I just thought I’d top you two off while you enjoy your soak.” He presented a bottle of wine and Mariah smiled.
“Yes please, my good man,” Mariah held her glass up for a fresh pour. “Don’t expect a tip,” she joked with a snide smile.
“Wouldn’t dream of asking, my dear,” miming the stance of a cartoon butler, Devin carefully filled their glasses with more red wine.
“Thank you, darling,” Trish winked.
“Of course, madame,” Devin replied, still playing up the facade. “Ms. Mariah, a call came in for you. They left a message.” Devin handed over a napkin with what looked to be barely legible scribbles. Mariah carefully read out his secret message.
“My loving GF, you’re the best. I know you two have something brewing. Make your move, you know she’s into you. You have my blessing. Make sure to smack those cakes hard for me.”
Mariah’s cheeks grew flush, almost too embarrassed to look at the note. She smiled up at Devin, who gave a knowing nod, assuring her that he meant what he wrote.
“Tell them I’ll call them back,” Mariah replied, continuing the charade.
“Very good, madame. Dinner won’t be ready for some time, so please do enjoy your soak.” Devin gave a polite bow and marched back through the damp bathroom and closed the door behind him.
“He sure is a character, isn’t he,” Trish noted.
“He’s the best,” Mariah smiled sincerely. “I… I’ve gushed over him enough for a lifetime to you, but that man… is simply the best.” Mariah held her glass up towards her friend. “To Devin.”
“To the handsome Devin,” Trish added, clinking her glass and taking a sip.
“Now is the time,” Mariah thought to herself. “It’s now or never!” Clearing her throat, Mariah adjusted herself, leaning a bit more into Trish.
“God, it is not easy sometimes,” Mariah said while rubbing her shoulder.
“What’s that, sweetie?”
“Being this big,” she winced while digging her fingers into her knotted traps. “The weight can be intense sometimes, but letting them float like this is heaven.”
“I could only imagine,” Trish bit her lip, her eyes slipping down to take in the expansive view.
“God, sometimes I just spend an hour or two in the tub to get some relief. Even a massage or two does wonders.” Mariah closed her eyes as her hands traced her compressed tits. The battle against the bikini was nearly won with each strap buried deep in her flesh. Mariah leaned forward a bit, her chest now touching Trish’s belly. Mariah could feel it but played dumb. “Devin does some amazing work but today has been extra tough,” Mariah winced through gritted teeth.
“Why…” Trish gulped, “Why would that be, honey?”
“Oh, you know. Just a woman thing. You know,” her words dripped like honey as her eyes opened, looking into Trish’s. “I’m a growing girl, after all.”
“It does look a little… tight…” Trish was transfixed, bewitched, enraptured by these marvels of nature. Her hand had a mind of its own as it glided toward Mariah’s right breast. Carefully, as if cradling a fragile artifact in a museum, Trish’s hand landed on the underside of her friend’s teat.”
“Mmmm…” Mariah cooed. “These girls are quite sensitive. I can feel your strong hand down there.” Trish ripped her hand away, embarrassed by the lapse of drunken judgment. “Where’d you go, T?”
“Sorry, Mariah. I got a bit carried away…”
Mariah shushed her before she could continue stuttering. “My dear friend, Trish. I would like nothing more than to have your delicate hands on my body. If for nothing more than a friend massaging another friend in need.”
Trish looked confused, “But… Devin. I almost lost control before in the lake and I don’t want to get in between you two…”
This time, Mariah’s finger landed on Trish’s lips, silencing her. “We have an arrangement, sweetie. Now… if you want to, please massage these girls.” Mariah leaned forward, pressing the incredible weight of two alphabet-surpassing-sized tits into her lap.
Trish let out a gasp from the weight, her hands wrapping around them from beneath. Carefully, her fingers sank into the soft yet firm flesh. Mariah moaned in kind. “Yeah… that’s the stuff.” Mariah continued to let small moans out as Trish’s fingers explored these mammoth mammaries.
“They’re just so…” Trish began.
But Mariah finished, “I know. But damn, they’re too tight. Can you open that drawer behind you? I think I saw what I need in there earlier.” Mariah continued to rub her breasts as Trish fished through the drawer frantically.
“Um,” Trish was eager to get back to her friend's chest, reaching blindly into the drawer, “all I can feel is a hair dryer, a comb, and maybe a pair of scissors.”
“Perfect! Grab those, please.” Trish handed them over to Mariah who quickly snipped off the straps to her bikini top and one of the support between the cups. “Apologies for being a bit forward, but I was just about ready to snap that clean off with one good sneeze.”
Trish couldn’t hear her friend, she was too mesmerized by the amount of tit was being suppressed by those cups as Mariah’s tits sprung free and fully reached her across the tub. “Sorry, babe. It’s a bit snug in here now.”
Again, Trish said nothing as her hands returned to the sides of Mariah’s breasts, squeezing them and teasing. She was even bold enough to flick Mariah’s nipple, causing a huge gasp to slip from her lips.
“My my, T. Maybe buy me dinner first,” Mariah smiled devilishly.
“Was that … too much?”
“Not at all, my dear. But if you’re gonna play with them, go all the way.” That got Trish’s attention, who stared at Mariah for confirmation of what she wanted to do next. Slowly, Trish hefted one of Mariah’s heavy boobs out of the water and gently closed her lips around Mariah’s nipple.
“God, YES!” Mariah was in heaven. “God, fuck! Suck my tits, T!” Trish didn’t need to be asked twice as she sucked harder, gripping more of Mariah’s tit and hugging it to her chest. Trish couldn’t help but hump the gargantuan breast pressed against her pussy through her thin sundress. Mariah’s nipple was nearly as thick as a thumb, perfect for flicking Trish’s clit on each thrust.
“Jesus FUCKING CHRIST, T! Keep grinding! Keep sucking!” Mariah gripped the sides of the tub as she used her own hips to thrust her tits into Trish. “God, I’ve been thinking about your hips all weekend!”
Trish broke away from sucking for a moment. “Tell me more.”
As Trish returned to sucking and humping, Mariah continued. “I’ve thought… I’ve thought about you pressing me into the wall with her huge ass.” She moaned and started again. “I thought about you growing out of her leggings, your sundress, fuck even bigger than a double doorway!” Mariah was picking up the pace with her humping.
“I love your size, T. I fucking love knowing someone growing with me. Devin has helped me embrace my growth and even celebrate it. After seeing you… fuck, I love it. Your ass. God, It’s so… FUCKING…. HUGE!” Mariah was losing herself as she humped harder and harder.
Trish broke off from sucking once more. “Keep going.”
They made eye contact before Trish continued sucking. “I want you to wear the tightest shorts you can find and do squats for me. Make your ass break out of them. I want to see you sit on Devin while you suck my tits until we all cum. God, I just want you! I WANT YOU…TO…CUM!” On her word, Mariah started to cum and her twitches were enough stimulation to send Trish over the edge. She gripped Mariah’s tit like her life depended on it while they each convulsed, spilling water out on the floor.
After a solid minute, the women separated and fell back. Trish slowly lifted her head, looking Mariah dead in the eye. “I think… we can make… some of those dreams… come true.”
Mariah smiled, eager yet weary from her orgasm. “Ya?!”
“Oh yes…” Trish's mind wandered, before turning her head to face the door. “Hey, Devin! Can you come assist two helpless ladies, sweetie?”
They could hear Devin's quick feet running up the stairs as they each looked at each other, eager for what was in store for them next.
Epilogue
Mariah took a deep breath. She could feel her bra already failing as they walked up the steps to the cozy beach house nestled in a cul-de-sac butted up against a nearby beach. The sounds of the surf and families playing filled the air.
Each step up to the doorway equated to another stitch popping in both Mariah’s bra and cotton blouse. On the day she decided to be more conservative with her outfit, she was now on the verge of giving every beach-goer the full show. She crossed her arms over her chest, not wanting to worry Devin as he knocked on the door.
The sound of footsteps racing down steps shook the house and before long, the door swung open. Before Devin and Mariah were two mature individuals, between 60 and 70 if Mariah were to guess. The look of shock on their faces was to be expected - Mariah was used to it when people met her - but this was especially embarrassing.
The woman finally spoke after what had to have been minutes of awkward silence. “Devin, honey! It’s so good to see you! And you must be… Marina?”
“Mariah, actually,” she tried to laugh it off and went in for a hug, without even thinking. Mariah proceeded to squish her boyfriend’s mother into her monster chest. Not the ideal way to meet your lover’s parents - if only she knew what was in store for when she’d meet Devin’s friends.
END OF BOOK 2
BOOK 3 STARTS SATURDAY!