With a bump and a shuffle, the small aircraft landed in the quaint coastal city of Port Heron. Mariah drank in the sights as the plane was descending - white sandy beaches, adorable bungalows aligned along the coast, and a bustling main street with plenty of stores and restaurants to explore. She could even notice a few decorative displays dotting the lawns of some of the homes for the Fourth of July. It was only a few days away and the happy couple had quite the itinerary for this trip.
Devin and Mariah were going to meet his parents - the first time for her - as well as help throw a semi-annual get-together with Devin’s high school and college buddies. Devin’s parents offered to host this holiday getaway at their rental property for his friends and would be heading out on their own holiday excursion to wine country so Devin and his mates could have the place to themselves for a few days.
Devin was clearly nervous about seeing his old friends and family again, mainly for how long he’d been without contact. The money strains and work obligations in the first few months of living in the big city stole away his free time, but more than that, he was ashamed. He was in a much healthier place now - his job had improved slightly, he was getting more regular exercise now that the sun was out and the snow was gone, but best of all, he had Mariah.
Since their little getaway where they met their friend-with-benefits, Trish, they’ve become even more adventurous and honest with each other. They’ve each joined a gym together and started regularly working out. Outside of just the mood boost, Devin had gained some muscle definition and Mariah was feeling even more back relief. Which was crucially helpful for her most recent developments - but more on that later.
They’d forced themselves to explore the city they called home - they’d taken up a monthly cooking class, weekly walks through the park, and even a swing dancing class was a success. That said, the ways these activities needed to be modified to accommodate Mariah’s head-turning bosom were quite unique. The number of times she’d smashed a mixing bowl off the counter or busted the seams of her tops while dipping in the dance studio were down to a minimum.
For Mariah, she was becoming much more comfortable and confident with her size. She’d come to an understanding with herself that no matter how much she pumped herself before walking out in public with what could be considered “gravity-defy tits,” she would still find herself trying to make herself look smaller. Devin helped, of course. Feeling someone who loved her caress her back to calm her when he noticed her heart rate increase was a small touch that felt like a cheat code. His now strong fingers touched her toned muscles, dancing across the incredible support strap of her brassiere that, no matter what, were a few good jumps from failing.
Devin was her support system while Mariah grew to embrace herself. ‘Two steps forward, one step back’ was the formula. She’d learned how to make a wondrous stir fry, but not without spilling a can of tomatoes down her top. The elderly cooking instructor nearly fainted at the sight. Thankfully, Devin was there to laugh it off, reminding Mariah that this little faux pas would come and go.
She’d have to keep that in mind going into this weekend. Already, they’d had an incident on the flight. Just as they purchased their first-class tickets (perks of Mariah’s tech wealth), the steward informed the couple of the truth that they always knew was coming. They were required to buy an extra seat to accommodate Mariah’s “condition”. Those were the specific words used by the flight staff.
Unfortunately, the employee couldn’t seem to keep his voice down and snickers erupted from the line of passengers behind the couple. The redness from Mariah’s cheeks spread down to her chest, making them look like two oversized pumpkin-sized tomatoes. Once again, Devin’s reassuring aura allowed a break in Mariah’s anxious spiral.
She took a deep breath, heaving her oil drum-shaped tits into the air an inch or two, and exhaled all her worries. This never made the thoughts disappear, not fully but quieted them enough to weather the storm.
Mariah bought the extra ticket, scooting Devin to a seat across the aisle from her. Mariah was even deemed to have a ‘disability’ and was allowed to board the plane early, which was quite a sight for Devin and the flight attendants. One small step, then Mariah would have to shove one breast down the aisle, followed by the other. Each breast was nearly wider than the cramped aisle, which was quite a turn-on for Devin and a number of the flight staff able to see this incredible display.
Mariah only needed to move a few aisles before collapsing down between her two seats. Devin made quick work of their bags and proceeded to lay a blanket over Mariah’s torso. They’d planned this ahead of time - Mariah didn’t mind people looking at her chest, but if the line of people were delayed because some dude could pull his eyes away from her gigantic jugs, she would feel mortified.
After take-off, Mariah gave a hungry look over to her lover. Devin smiled back, watching as his girlfriend dug through her purse and retrieved her new favorite plaything. Carefully, she slid the machine under the blanket, as not to draw too much attention, and nestled it between her tits. Dangling from this metal box were two plastic tubes, which she gathered together for the next part. Trying desperately not to make a scene or draw attention, she delicately lifted her top over her right breast, all while under the blanket.
If she were to be standing, Mariah wouldn’t be able to reach her nipple. Hell, it had been months since that was possible. But with this cramped space, she had just enough leverage to undo the front of her bra cup and grip her nipple with the tips of her fingers. She was strategic, making sure to not cause too much stimulation and cause a scene. She maneuvered the cupped end of the plastic tube and attached it over her thick nipple.
With even more care, she managed to do the same when the cabin lights were dimmed. After a bit of wrestling with the specially made nursing bra, each of the lactation cups was attached to the world's largest breasts. Finally, she laid back and flicked the switch on top of the machine in her cleavage. Normally, the sound of the sucking from the system would pull everyone’s attention, but Mariah was gifted with two of the largest sound dampeners imaginable. Add in the loud hum of the plane’s engines and not a single soul could tell what Mariah was up to.
Over the past few months, Mariah and Devin have been working hard to bring each other’s dreams to life. Mariah was diving deeper into the world of expansion with breast, ass, and even belly expansion. The more stories she read, the more she wanted to discuss them with her boyfriend. The bedroom adventures now involved quite a bit more dirty talk and more descriptions of Mariah’s growth journey.
For Mariah, she dove headfirst into her growing desire to feel her breasts fill with milk. The descriptions she’d read online of women’s breasts getting firmer, bigger, heavier - the thought alone caused her plush pussy to leak on the spot wherever she was. Now that she’d finally voiced it to Devin, and he supported her depraved dream, they started their research.
They compared supplements, different massage techniques, and different hormone treatments to induce lactation. Thanks to Mariah’s nearly bottomless checking account - she tried them all. For now, she was on a number of estrogen supplements and regularly used a breast pump to stimulate her milk glands. Her enhanced birth control - specially designed for her unique physiology - was also helping with her journey, thanks to the hormones introduced into her body.
So far, all that’s really happened is Mariah’s already impressive appetite increased even more and her nipples needed regular applications of Vaseline to help with chafing. Not to mention her ever-increasing bust size seemed to be speeding up. She wasn’t afraid to admit to Devin that she loved the feeling of the machines endlessly tugging at her rock-hard nipples - he even got in on the fun - but it was taking its toll.
Beneath her still-growing bust, Mariah was sporting more of a round gut than she’d ever had before. She wasn’t too worried as Devin seemed to like it, but she did worry about the long-term effects of this increased gain.
“Any beverage or snack, ma’am?” The flight attendant pulled her out of her hypnotic haze from the rhythmic suckling of the machine.
“Oh yes,” Mariah cleared her throat and refocused. “I’ll have the,” she paused, scanning the menu, “the cheese and a tall glass of whole milk, please.”
She said this while locking eyes with Devin across the aisle, knowing his cock was stirring in her pants as she consumed more dairy, one of the foods that was recommended to help increase milk production.
Devin was growing increasingly frustrated throughout the flight. He was excited about sharing seats next to each other - feeling the weight of her growing chest on his lap, the buzz of the milking machine vibrating her tits, even rubbing her round tummy from all the work she’s been putting in to induce. He was falling more and more in lust with his lover every day, and neither of them had anything to complain about.
After a few more hours of turbulence, sucking, and sexual frustration, the plane finally landed. Devin made sure to watch as her now TT-Cups as they bounced wildly as the wheels hit the tarmac. (that’s correct, twice around the alphabet to reach this size)
The couple chose to wait for the rest of the passengers to deplane before making the arduous journey to shuffle each breast through the crowded aircraft. The flight crew thanked them both, every single one of them eyeing the two jumbo yoga balls strapped to her chest.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long to get the keys to their rental car and head out to his parent’s beach house. Mariah took in the idyllic beach houses and the warm glow of the sand as it rushed by. “So this is where little Devin grew up?” She giggled, her arms resting on top of her chest as if it were an oversized duffle bag resting in her lap.
“Afraid so. My parents turned my childhood home into a rental, so don’t go looking for any embarrassing high school photos. Those are at their new place, thankfully.”
“I can’t believe you haven’t been to their place yet. I hope I’m likable enough to get the invite for Thanksgiving. Maybe they’ll just take me for a big-titted bimbo looking to steal away their son.”
“Well, they wouldn’t be far off,” he joked and Mariah was quick to smack his arm.
“Somebody thinks they're so clever. Looks like someone just lost massage duty later.” She stuck her nose in the air, refusing to look at Devin.
“No! No fair!”
“That’s what you get for dumb jokes, mister,” she turned back to look at him. Her exaggerated frown turned into a devilish grin, “But Oh… this tiny bra is getting so tight. I think all that stimulation gave the girls a little boost.” Mariah rubbed her dainty hands over the immense surface of her tits. “They’re feeling so full. If only I had somebody who could help me - they feel ready to pop.”
She could see is cock growing in his pants, sliding down and growing thicker every second. “No fair, M.”
“That’s what you get, sucker. I guess I’ll have to find another way to help rub my supplement cream into them. They’re feeling so heavy and I’ll have to go through a whole tub just to cover one massive milker. Don’t you think so?” She put a finger to her lips, playing clueless. Mariah had gotten quite good at playing Devin like a fiddle.
“Babe,” he grunted, shifting in his seat to adjust his growing cock. “What if we stopped off before we got there? I could help you…”
“Oh yeah?” She paused, “and how would that go, exactly?” She leaned over, the console on the rental car groaning from her weighty breast.
“I would rub in that lotion, making sure to take my time with all your sensitive spots. I’d make sure your nipples were nice and protected with Vaseline… and heck, I might even take over for the machine.”
“Is that so? How would a gentleman such as yourself untake that sort of task?” Mariah was blinking wildly, playing up her charm. Devin was having trouble focusing on his driving, just going off muscle memory.
“I’d make sure your breasts felt loved and comfortable. I’d make sure to give each one equal loving… and I’d suck you so hard you’d squirt in your leggings.”
God, she loved when he talked dirty. “That does sound intriguing, sir. However, you forgot one thing…”
“What’s that?” Devin asked, making the correct turns but only paying attention to his lover.
She leaned in, her lips near his ear, “we’ve arrived.” Devin’s eyes focused on seeing his GPS corroborate Mariah - they had arrived at his childhood home. Devin was going to need a moment.
TO BE CONTINUED