The sun peeked in through Aurora’s bedroom window as she blinked herself awake.
*ping*
She rolled over onto her gigantic bean bag breasts, feeling them jiggle and sway beneath her. She nabbed her phone while blowing her hair out of her face. It was Dylan.
D: Morning! Thanks for yesterday. Hopefully, your chest doesn’t hurt too badly from crushing me.
Aurora giggled, and then pondered. A bit of sexy confidence fluddered in her chest, and she went for it.
*click*
*woosh*
Photo sent. She’d pulled her shirt down a bit, showing off more cleavage. She had smiled and winked with her tongue out, capturing the photo with, “Oh they’re just fine 😘”
D: Wow
A: Good morning to you 😉
She felt a quiver in her stomach thinking of Dylan drooling over the photo. Not that she thought she was more special than the next woman, but she had a feeling she had some sway over her date. The thought of his cock getting harder the more he looked at her bed head and melons. She used her toes to slide forward and back, riding them like a yoga ball. She felt herself get more and more wet the longer she thought about Dylan’s escapades.
She thought of kissing him, the look on his face when she wrapped her tits around him. Then she imagined his cock slipping into her cleavage. Even if he was a more well-endowed man, it would simply disappear into the deep canyon of tit.
Her hand slipped under her shorts again, after an evening of lurid thoughts of Dylan ravaging her. She rocked back and forth more aggressively on her tits. Imagining her tits gripping his cock harder and harder, swallowing it up. It was hers, for her to use. God, she’d never felt so assertive, but with Dylan - she wanted him to use her, and to use him.
Having him pin her against the wall while he ate her out, her juices coating his face. His tongue flicked her clit while her hands wrapped around his hair. Before cumming on his face, squirting all over him.
Aurora was rubbing her clit faster, her orgasm quickly approaching.
She thought of riding him, his head and torso disappearing between her tits. Engulfed, and all hers. Feeling him guide his cock into her snatch, stretching her with every inch.
She pressed her lips into her tit to suppress her moans. She was close.
She imagined riding him harder and harder, her heavy mammaries bouncing on him. Maybe he’s a little beat up, but she’ll make it up to him. For now, in this fantasy, she needed his cum deep inside her. Filling her womb, overflowing out of her pussy. God, she wanted to make him feel good. She imagine gripping the sides of her tits tighter and tighter, squishing him into her tit prison.
She was there. She was cumming as she sloshed back and forth on her tits. Her pussy squirted and coated her panties, shorts, and hand in copious amounts of cum. It had been a minute since she’d ever come that hard. She caught her breath as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. Aurora reached for her phone and saw missed messages.
D: Holy shit, Aurora! You look incredible.
D: If I may be crass - I think you’re quite attractive. Hot, even.
D: Goodness, I’m all flustered now. This is quite a way to start my day.
“He’s cute,” Aurora thought.
A: Maybe I like thay you’re a little worked up. Hold onto that energy until you see me next.
D: Now that’s just cruel… but I can do it.
A: Good boy. What are you doing this Friday?
D: All I see on my calendar is “get pummeled by chesty beauty”. Besides that, I’m free.
A: Very funny 🙄well then, I think you should come over. We can grab some food from a local spot and watch a movie.
D: I’d love that 😀
A: Good 😉Until then, hold onto that “frustration”.
Aurora picked herself and hopped into the shower. She needed a cleanup after such a big mess. She flicked on the hot water and waited until the bathroom filled with steam. She eyed herself in the mirror as she removed all her clothes. Her tits sat a few feet away from her chest, but without any support, rested past her pussy. It was… a lot.
She took a deep breath, repeated her affirmations, and stared at her chest. She carefully traced shapes on her skin. It did feel good, and Aurora felt lucky that they were so “perky”, all things considered. She forced a smile in the mirror, almost as a shield against her self-doubt.
She hopped in the shower and proceeded to undergo her 30+ minute ritual of washing her hair, shaving her legs and armpits, and carefully washing all the areas her breasts hid from her. Underboob was the toughest spot. She had a special curved loofa to help, but it wasn’t perfect. As she finished up, she thought of Dylan again. That smile, that jaw line, his laugh…
“No,” she stopped herself. “Keep it together, girl.” She held off on touching herself and finished getting ready for the day. A light pass of makeup, a collection of sports bras, an oversized band t-shirts, and a comfy pair of leggings later, and she was off.
Throughout the week, Aurora reconnected with Debbie, her friend who had originally recommended the speed date where Aurora had met Dylan. They had grabbed coffee and sat in the dark corner of the coffee shop, away from prying eyes. Debbie, of course, would take a peek, but Aurora had gotten used to it.
Debbie was always the friend who pushed Aurora to do more, be more social, talk to strangers - and largely, it was good for Aurora. She was beautiful - dark black hair, high cheekbones, a modest cup size, and round, birthing hips. She caught the eyes of every man, woman, and person she came across. Of course, those eyes would immediately be pulled away if Aurora were around. Debbie didn’t mind; Aurora felt like a shield. She could be herself around her friend, and vice versa.
If someone was coming on too strong to Aurora, Debbie would step in. She swats them away, berates them, anything to protect her friend. Debbie was also quite obsessed with her friend’s chest. She would stare, oggle, and fantasize about having even half the cup size of Aurora.
Aurora knew this because Debbie wasn’t afraid to share these thoughts. Aurora didn’t mind - like with Dylan, these little steps towards being more open about her body and her struggle helped her feel more comfortable.
“So, how soon are you seeing him again?” Debbie smiled.
“This Friday. He’s coming to my place,” Aurora felt nervous to share. Anxious because she was genuinely excited.
“Oooo, girl! When can I see a picture of him?”
“I’ll send you a pic when he comes over. You’re going to be so jealous,” Aurora giggled.
“I’m jealous of both of you. Has he had a chance at bapping around those?” Debbie motioned to Aurora’s chest, which was currently making an XXXL shirt look skintight.
“No,” Aurora snapped back. “But, I may have knocked him over… a few times…” Her face grew red.
“Is that right? And by knocked over, you mean?”
“Knocked him on his ass,” Aurora covered her eyes in embarrassment.
“Aurora!” Debbie was laughing, and Aurora was laughing with her soon after.
“I may hit him hard enough that he dented a car…” Aurora was now hiding her face in her chest.
“GIRL! They’re like weapons!”
“I KNOW,” they were both in stitches. It took them a minute to catch their breath. “And he still wants to come over?”
“I guess so,” Aurora said.
“He must really like you,” Debbie said as she sipped her coffee. “By the way, when were you going to go shopping? I needed to pick up a few things for my trip next month.”
Aurora was confused. “Shopping?”
“Yeah, girl. Your top looks a little… tight,” Debbie motioned to her chest.
“What? No, they’re just big,” Aurora assured her friend.
“Aurora, go to the bathroom and look at yourself.” Aurora rolled her eyes at her friend but did as she suggested. Once in the bathroom, she flicked on the lights and gasped.
Debbie was right. Aurora’s breasts were overflowing by at least a cup size or two. She had been growing.
TO BE CONTINUED