Oh man, it's been a long, emotional journey for both Clark and for me personally. I can't believe this story has finally come to its conclusion, being the longest story I've written thus far. It truly holds a special place in my heart and carries personal meaning that I longed to express for quite some time.
I appreciate you guys following along with me, thanks for being patient when things got a bit delayed. I'd love to know what you guys thought of the story, and this Epilogue in particular.
Thanks everyone!
Enjoy,
Commandlz
Clark quietly stepped out of Mr. Sheffield's office, shut the door gently behind him and let out a heavy exhale. The hallways were silent since everyone was in class right now.
He turned right and slowly walked down the hallway, about 20 feet, until he reached a longer hallway, perpendicular to it. He took a moment, still standing outside the principal's office and just stared at the empty floor in front of him, trying to process just how much his life had changed so far.
“So…? How did it go?” Clark suddenly heard a voice coming from the side. He awoke from his daydream and remembered where he was. He turned his head toward the love of his life and looked at her for long, heavy seconds.
“I got the raise,” he finally said quietly and a shy smile slowly spread on his face.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Lina squealed with joy.
Clark has been in a relationship with Lina for about 6 months by now, yet he still couldn’t get used to just how bombastically-sexy she was. His eyes opened wide as he saw her gigantic breasts bouncing HEAVILY in her risqué, skin-tight, mid-thigh, navy blue dress. It had a long, long, plunging neckline which showed about a foot of cleavage that was popping out so much it could’ve poked someone’s eye if she wasn’t careful.
Lina charged at him as fast as her 5-inch heels would allow her, with nothing but love, pride and adoration behind it. Clark knew just enough physics to know he was going to end up on the floor in a second, and he gladly accepted his fate, opening his arms wide like Jesus Christ.
-CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK-
-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-
-CRASHHHHHHHHH-
Lina giggled hysterically as she smothered Clark, both of them on the floor of the empty school hallway. Clark's body was smothered under Lina's voluptuous, ultra-sensual body, his arms at his sides pinned under the immense weight of Lina's boobs.
“Shhhhhhhh…” Clark shushed her but couldn’t help smiling himself, as he was looking left and right, hoping no one came out to check on the noise. They had big plans for today, and both Clark and Lina had made extensive efforts to make sure they could take the day off together today.
“Oops… sorry, baby. I’m just so happy for you,” Lina whispered, her beautiful face hovering above his. Her giggles gradually softened and transitioned into the most loving, adoring, lustful smile ever.
“Thanks, baby. I couldn’t have done it without your support. You've given me the push that I needed,” Clark whispered back with a thankful smile.
And it was true. Lina stood by his side through every struggle and moments of despair that arose from time to time. She constantly encouraged him, lifted his spirit, reminded him of his worth and how much he had to offer. Mostly, she just showered him with unconditional love, the kind of which he’d never received in his entire life. Clark was used to only receiving love and support in direct proportion to how much value he’s been currently bringing to the table as the man of the house. It’s become so embedded after years of grind that he stopped expecting it when things didn’t go as planned.
So now, having Lina just… love him like that, support him, lust after him, regardless of his current success-rate of value-supply, was a foreign yet extremely pleasant and peaceful feeling to be introduced to. If Clark had a great day at work - there’d be a celebratory, enthusiastic sex session due that evening. If he had a bad day - it was very common for Lina to simply drop to her knees, look up at him adoringly and then pull out his dick for a cheer-up blowjob.
But it wasn’t just sex. Lina was just there for him, showing him affection through a lot of physical touch, hugs, kisses or just holding a warm loving gaze with him and making him forget about life struggles. Telling him how much she appreciated everything that he’s been doing for her. Or cheering him up with a cold beer and a shoulder massage with her tits smothered him all around. She was just… the most wonderful girlfriend he could’ve ever asked for. Plus, there was the part where she was also hotter than lava, so… there was that. In turn - Clark has never been so goddamn driven in his life to make sure he could provide and give Lina everything he knew she deserved.
“I'm so proud of you, mi amor. You deserve this raise so much! I’m telling you - if Mr. Cheffiled wouldn't have given you that raise - I'd have walked right into his office and threatened to crush him with my boobies until he had to agree,” Lina said, trying to sound tough.
Clark snorted a laugh. “I don't think he'd treat this as the threat that you think it is. I know I wouldn't mind getting this terrible ‘punishment’ of yours,” Clark added with a wink.
Lina bit her lower lip, as if accepting his challenge, before she pressed inwards with each hand into the side of her chest
“Are you mocking my punishment methods, mister? How about now??” Lina asked while she kept crushing him and bouncing on him repeatedly like a seal on the shore. Her gigantic boobs crashed again and again into Clark's torso and left him barely able to breathe. They were fucking HEAVY.
“Ok *hhhhhhhhhhhh ok hhhhhhhhh I'm sorry hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* I'm sorry,” he barely managed to say, half laughing and half gasping for breath. Lina crashed one last time and made him let out all the air in his lungs with an audible ”oof”.
Her tits smothered Clark's entire torso. Their upper slopes, being the only visible parts, ballooned cartoonishly against both of their chins up to their ears. Lina inched her face as close to Clark's own, a menacing, mischievous smile on her face. Her endlessly thick, lush, beautiful, long, silky mane of hair encapsulated both of their heads and provided them shelter from the rest of the world.
“Yeah, you better be sorry,” she said as sternly as she could, which was as intimidating as a cute rabbit chewing on a piece of lettuce. Then her mischievous smile again reverted back to that endlessly loving, lustful look. Clark felt his dick stirring significantly in his pants, up under his shirt and poking into Lina's flat, sexy belly.
“Ay, Clark. What did you do to me? I can't keep my hands away from you. You’re too cute and sexy,” Lina purred. Before Clark could say anything, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. She hesitated for a moment, then kissed him a lot more passionately, open mouthed, tongue and all, devouring his whole mouth. She lifted her face, looked at her stunned boyfriend, then gave him one last kiss, some extra boob smothering from side to side, before she finally got up.
Clark looked up at his now standing-upright goddess, towering above him like a sizzling hot amazon. Lina bit her lower lip with anticipation.
“I can't wait to show you just how proud I am of you,” she purred at him. Clark gulped.
-TRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-
The bell rang. Clark scurried to stand up fast, then quickly adjusted his throbbing dick so it was less obvious through his clothes.
“Come on, amorcito. We have to meet the realtor in 30 minutes,” Lina said as she sensually approached Clark and expertly rotated her body sideways. She surprised him by reaching with her delicate hand to the nape of his neck, then kissing him passionately with her tongue, exploring his mouth sensually.
Clark's eyes opened with surprise, then closed blissfully as he was bombarded by Lina's feminine energy. Lina knew she only had a few seconds before the doors in the hallways were going to open, so she made the most of this brief but passionate kiss. She opened and closed her mouth again and again, making every French-kiss count, moaning hungrily into Clark's mouth and letting him know just how much she was infatuated with him. Her other hand felt the many inches of thick, hard cock through his shirt above his belt, jerking it sensually up and down and grazing her fingers along its underside. It all took no longer than 5 seconds, but it was enough to get Clark's hard cock to spew a glob of precum in his pants.
Lina took a step back and stood a foot away from Clark, and not a moment too soon, for a second later - throngs of students and teachers emerged from the variety of classrooms across the long hallway. Clark blushed profusely, and Lina bit her lip with a mischievous smile as she looked sideways at him, flustered and giddy.
Clark walked silently after Lina as they made their way through the crowd, trying not to look suspicious. His dick was angled through his waistband directly under his shirt, with the fat head reaching above his navel. He thanked God for his black shirt which helped to conceal its outline. He swore that Lina was sensually gyrating her hips even more than usual, trying (and succeeding) to tease him. Clark’s cock screamed for freedom and spewed another glob of precum into his shirt upon Clark gazing mesmerized at the enticing, giant round globes that were Lina’s ass cheeks, clad in skin-tight blue dress. From this angle they basically occupied the entirety of the dress’s back, despite the dress reaching her mid-thighs.
Lina and Clark reached the exit and walked towards the parking lot. Only when they were out of sight at the back street did Lina warmly encircle her feminine hand around Clark's left bicep. She inserted her fingers underneath his short sleeve and casually grabbed and scratched his upper arm over and over again, not able to stop herself. Clark was just so yummy to her, and she was in a permanent state of being overwhelmed by just how in love she was with him. Her right boob pressed as closely as possible against Clark’s entire arm. It could only smother it a little bit, though, since Lina’s boobs were under IMMENSE pressure right now.
In the past 6 months it seemed that Lina’s breast-growth had thankfully, finally - tapered off, to what now looked like a complete halt. However, she did add several inches to her bustline during that time. Thankfully, she found a local seamstress in Chicago that specialized in unusual proportions.
True, the lady there claimed that Lina had far surpassed any other client she'd had in her 25 years of business, but she still managed to find a special, industrial-grade contraption which was somehow accommodating enough, minimized and constricted Lina's bust significantly.
Now, thanks to Lina's new… “bustial-device”, she was ‘only’ walking around with a still-gigantic-though-somewhat-manageable 110 inch bust, compressed to the absolute possible limit. However, she was anxious to get home everyday and set her tits free to expand to their much bigger proportions.
Lina and Clark walked, hand-around-arm, toward his car, parked at the far end of the street. Occupying her whole torso and then some, Lina's boobs pushed 2.5 feet in front of her, reaching her upper thighs and spreading more than a foot on either side of Lina's goddess-level-hot body.
These proportions were uncannily insane, and yet Clark was well aware that this was actually Lina in her utmost contained state possible. It only got better from here. When Lina would reach home, Clark knew he would be treated to see her glorious, naked bust of 203 inches around! Or - 516 centimeters, as Lina liked to say it. She always preferred using the metric system because it sounded bigger.
Holding each other close quietly, Clark still couldn’t believe it wasn’t a dream. Yet the constant, warm pressure of Lina’s boob against his side was a blissful reminder that it was, indeed, his unbelievably blissful reality. He tilted his head, touching Lina's head affectionately as his mind drifted back to the day that everything had changed, six months ago.
After Clark and Lina had spent hours having the wildest, most passionate sex of their lives, Clark finally had to say goodbye. He made it back to his house around the late afternoon, and still managed to arrive about an hour before Marla did.
Marla’s day had been, well… not as great as Clark’s.
She’d spent more than eight hours trying to navigate public transportation for the first time in years. She missed her connecting bus, waited an hour in the heat for the next one, endured a long train ride, and finally had to walk from the train station to their house - all while dragging her heavy suitcase behind her, which, by the way - one of its wheels broke when she dragged it out of the first bus.
When she finally shoved the front door open, sweaty and panting, her hair completely frazzled and her face flushed with rage - she wasn’t exactly thrilled by what she saw. Clark has been sitting on the couch in their living room, looking fresher than ever, sipping a cold beer and scrolling on his phone, without a single care in the world.
"Hi, Marla. Had a good trip?" Clark asked casually with a tiny smirk, unable to help himself.
Marla stared like she wanted to crush his neck with her bare hands. Her jaw trembled before she let out a piercing, wordless scream of absolute fury, storming upstairs and violently slamming the bathroom door.
While that day had been fun, the following six months hadn’t been so easy. That slammed door was just the start of Marla's initial freakout, full of threats to take everything. There was a lot of screaming, blaming, name-calling, begging, and crying. All on Marla’s part.
Yet Clark refused to fight. He stonewalled her desperate attempts to fish for a reaction, choosing to stay calm and minimize their interactions.
A few days later, he came back with an offer. Instead of hiring an aggressive lawyer, Clark used a mediator and proposed a generous deal: they would sell the house. Marla would get 60% of the money, he would take 40%, and he only insisted on keeping the car.
The kids were his main priority, and the custody arrangement worked out perfectly. Marla did love her kids, but she made it clear she didn't want them all the time. She happily agreed to take them just every other weekend for 3.5 days, while Clark got the other 10.5 days.
Because Clark had the kids 75% of the time, Marla actually should have owed him child support. Clark used this to get a clean break. He waived his right to child support as long as Marla waived her right to alimony, separating their finances forever.
Marla considered her options heavily. She wanted Clark’s money, but she really wanted her freedom. After some research, she realized the cards weren't in her favor. Dragging it through court would take years, drain her money, and she’d ultimately end up with far less. She figured it was a pretty sweet deal, considering Clark had put down the substantial downpayment when they bought the house, and she was now getting the lion's share.
She signed the papers feeling like she’d won, completely blind to the fact that Clark got everything he truly cared about: the kids.
To keep the peace and get the kids settled immediately, Clark packed up a week later and rented a temporary place in Geneva near their schools. He left Marla alone in the big Elburn house until it sold. It was the best decision he could have made. Marla had her peace and quiet to watch trash TV shows all day, and Clark got away from her. On Marla’s weekends, Clark simply dropped the kids off at their original home then picked them up afterwards.
He also made a point not to involve the kids in the drama, never bad-mouthing their mom and letting them know this was just how they decided to move forward. Emily and Benji were surprisingly… pretty ok with this move. Almost as if they wondered how come it didn’t happen sooner.
Clark knew that, as crazy as he was about Lina, he had one clear rule in his mind: his kids had to approve of her, or he couldn’t be with her. He really prayed they would. Thankfully, his prayers were answered big time. In that neutral, quiet rental in Geneva, Lina slowly became part of their daily routine. She came over for dinners, helped with homework, played with them, and completely fell in love with them.
Honestly, with how sweet Lina was, Clark shouldn’t have been amazed by how quickly the kids loved her back. She proved she was exactly the partner he never realized he needed.
After about three months, Clark and Marla found a buyer and sold the original house at a pretty sweet price. A couple of days later, they met in court and finalized their divorce. Clark was surprised by how cooperative Marla was; it seems that the last few months helped her come to terms with her fate.
Later that same week, Marla used her 60% of the money to rent a place in Chicago, trying her luck in the big city. She asked Clark to keep the kids at his place until she settled in, pausing their scheduled arrangement for a few months. Clark happily agreed.
And now, six months in - Clark and Lina were walking, madly in love with each other, as the happiest couple on earth towards Clark’s car. One odd thing that Clark noticed is that it’s been months since he’d cracked his knuckles. As if the stress had just… evaporated for some reason.
He opened the door for his stress-evaporating reason.
“Ay gracias mi amor, you’re such a gentleman, baby,” Lina said with an adoring, grateful smile and squeezed his bicep one last time, before carefully entering the passenger side. It took a lot of maneuvering and squeezing, but she eventually managed to enter enough for Clark to gently close the door after her. It really was as tiny a gesture as it got for him, yet for Lina it was everything. It was yet another indication of a man who viewed her as his queen, and treated her as such. Who loved and adored her wholeheartedly, and made everything he could to make her feel special, while also making it seem effortless.
And that only made Lina want to pry open Clark’s pants and suck his dick even more.
Clark walked back around the car while Lina eyed him like a prey. She bit her lower lip lustfully while he obliviously smiled back at her beyond the windshield, unaware of her predatory, sexual thoughts.
He opened the driver’s door and entered, shutting the door behind him.
“Alright! Shall we… um… uh… sha… shall we… uhhhhh… wwwwwhat?” he asked bashfully upon seeing Lina just looking at him deep into his eyes with a mysterious smile on her face.
“Nothing,” Lina said innocently, yet her smile widened and she leaned towards him, showing him even more of her deep cleavage. God, she just loved how even after 6 months together she could still make Clark become flustered like that. Clark gulped and tried not to break the gaze. He failed and looked downwards at the endless expanse of flesh popping at his disbelieving eyes. Lina smiled victoriously and then planted a loving kiss on his cheek before leaning back.
“What were you saying before you were staring at my giant boobies?” she asked and fluttered her eyes.
“Um…”, Clark forgot what he wanted to say, though his dick sure did know what it wanted. He coughed once. “Ehm… ssssssssso… ssssshall we go then?” he finally asked.
“Jyes!!!!!!!!!!!!” Lina squealed giddily up and down and her enormous tits bounced against the dashboard with heavy thumps. “I’m so excited!”
Clark had purposefully left the process of selecting their future home in Lina’s hands, and only helped when he was needed from afar. He hadn’t seen the place himself, and he honestly didn’t really care, so long as Lina was happy with it. He just saw how excited she was to scan through the selection of potential houses and so he happily passed the leadership of this issue to her. Clark was truly willing to live in a cave if it meant he got to share it with Lina.
“Oi, baby, I really hope you’ll like it. And… is ok if you don’t like it eventually, we’ll keep looking until we’re both happy with it. But I think it might be a good place for us, because it has 3 bedrooms so is good for Emiliciiiiita and Benjaminciiiiito, and also, it has a cute little baaaaaalcony that we can drink our cafeciiiiiito in the mooooorning, and even an attic for some stuff, though I think I can’t reach it but maybe for you and the kiiiiids, and…”
“Lina, mi amor”, Clark gently stopped her nervous flow of speech with a warm smile and a loving hand on her cheek. She stopped and looked at him with her big, beautiful eyes. God, she was just the cutest thing ever when she got so excited. “I’m sure it’s gonna be great. I can’t wait to move in with you already. That’s all I care about.”
Lina sighed in relief. She closed her eyes softly and snuggled her cheek further into Clark’s loving palm. He was just… everything she’s ever dreamed of in a man - and so much more. Every time she thought she couldn’t love him any harder, he did something like that and made the impossible - possible.
She opened her eyes a moment later and shook her head slowly. “How did I win with such a perfect man as you, Clark?” She said with endless love and adoration. Clark’s heart fluttered and his dick jumped in response.
“I’m asking myself the same question about you,” he said honestly with a bashful smile.
Lina’s heart exploded. She kissed him passionately, then kissed him again then yet again. Clark could not get used to how wholeheartedly Lina expressed her emotions, and he never wanted to get used to it. Lina had everything that Clark had ever dreamed of in a girl. Besides being goddess-level gorgeous and having a bust so large he could play hide and seek inside its cleavage - she was just a whirlwind of emotions. She filled his heart. She painted his life with bright colors and brought light into them.
The divorce process hasn’t been easy on Clark. But having Lina by his side throughout made it all so much easier. Nothing could bring him down when he came home to distilled femininity, sensuality, emotion and unconditional love and support.
They’d been kissing for several minutes before Lina finally put a soft hand on Clark’s chest.
“We’ll continue this later, mi oso,” she purred and squeezed his bicep affectionately with her other hand. “We don’t wanna be late.”
Clark nodded with a shy smile. He loved it so much when Lina called him ‘my bear’. She always loved to snuggle up to the crook of his shoulder then have him roll over her and wrap her in a tight bearhug, and it sort of became her signature nickname for him. She was just… ahhhh!!! He couldn’t believe how much he loved this woman.
*
Clark took a turn into the quiet neighborhood in Geneva. He’d actually missed the turn initially and had to turn around again in the next roundabout. When he had missed it - he was instinctively prepared to apologize for not noticing it, and explain that all the streets looked the same. Sort of like muscle memory. Yet, he was weirdly surprised when Lina just… stayed silent, smiling warmly at him and kept gently grazing the back of his neck with her manicured fingernails without stopping. He shivered at feeling those nails creating extremely pleasurable sensations that passed through his body over and over again with her every caress.
God… instead of launching into an argument, Lina just… didn’t. Clark couldn’t wrap his mind around just how easy it was to be with her. How much fun and peaceful it was. To the point that he couldn’t fathom the fact that he’d spent more than 14 years of his life just fighting endlessly about the dumbest shit ever. There’s actually an option to… just… not fight.
As trivial as it sounds - it was the least trivial thing in the world for him. And for the past 6 months - Lina provided countless examples of the same peaceful, feminine, trusting energy as this one. She knew that letting him lead her, trusting and supporting him was her strength, not her weakness. And every time anew - Clark shook his head in disbelief over just how easy it was to coexist with a partner, if they just choose peace instead of control.
“It should be… there! You can park here,” said Lina as she was scanning the houses in the street. Clark found a spot, and Lina admired him as he was parallel parking like a pro. As he twisted his neck, looking through the back windshield while rolling the steering wheel - Lina couldn’t help herself and gave his yummy bicep a teasing bite. Clark chuckled but finished parking nevertheless.
“Sorry…” she said with flushed cheeks. “Seeing you park like that just gets me so hot.”
Clark’s dick jumped in his pants. He turned to Lina, pointed his index finger at her and said with all seriousness, “hey! Never be sorry for it!” She bit her lip. “Ok, papi,” she said softly and patted his still-hard dick through his pants a few times. Clark gasped out loud in pleasure but figured he’ll have to postpone his plans for later unfortunately.
They got out of the car and reached the beginning of the walkway to the house.
Clark looked up and took it all in. It was a charming, one-story home with crisp white siding and a dark shingled roof. It was surrounded by green grass and tall trees which provided shade and a sense of calmness around the house.
Beside him, Lina gripped his waist affectionately. She bit her lower lip, glancing nervously between the house and his face to read his reaction.
"So?" she asked softly. "What do you think?"
A warm smile spread across Clark’s face. "Wow… Lina, it's just… beautiful."
His eyes moved over the details she had clearly fallen in love with: the wide row of sunroom windows that would flood the inside with natural light, the sturdy white deck on the left, the little flower garden on the side of the house. He could already picture the kids running up those steps while he handled a smoky brisket on the grill.
It wasn't too big, but it was cozy and inviting, and was just the perfect house for the four of them to start over.
He pulled Lina close, planting a kiss on her temple. "You did amazing, baby" he murmured. "It already feels like home."
Lina closed her eyes peacefully for a moment and squeezed Clark’s waist further into her.
“I’m so happy, baby,” Lina said and opened her eyes. “I just hope you’ll like the inside as well.”
She spotted movement from the side “Oh, here she comes! Heeeeeeeeeeeeey!” Lina exclaimed excitedly and waved, then started bobbing up and down on her toes giddily, causing her MASSIVE boobs to bounce hysterically in her skintight, blue sexy dress. It would’ve been a sexy gesture for a cute girl with C-cups. With Lina - it was a heart-attack inducing feat.
However, Clark didn’t look at Lina’s bouncing, shaking tits. Instead, he looked in the same direction where Lina called out, and his eyes opened wide in sheer disbelief and confusion.
Walking towards them was no other than Clark's now ex-wife, Marla, looking just as shocked as Clark was. But whereas Clark has been a very happy man lately, Marla was horrified. And she just looked… not so well, to put it mildly.
Clark hadn't seen Marla since their divorce was finalized, 3 months ago. He was used to seeing her in her realtor suit and low heels whenever she met clients, looking sharp and tidy. Now, she chose a pair of baggy jeans, an old t-shirt and a pair of her old sneakers that Clark had thought she'd gotten rid of years ago. Her hair was unkempt and frazzled, she wore no make up whatsoever. And… well… it seems that she's gained quite a bit of weight.
Clark couldn't help feeling sorry for her. He felt bad for pitying her, but he couldn't help it. It appears that the divorce was quite rough on Marla.
“Hoooooola, Marla, how are yooooou?” Lina dragged her words with genuine warmth and oblivious excitement.
Clark looked at Marla, then at Lina, then back at Marla. The contrast was uncanny. It was almost unfair how monumentally superior Lina was to Marla in every possible way.
Marla's retinas burned as they were forced to watch those youthful, perky, round, beautiful, GIGANTO-FUCKING-NORMOUS tits bouncing and boinging within Lina's sexy, blue dress. It was obvious that it took everything in Marla's power to not burst into tears of jealousy. She's reached near them.
“Hi Lina,” said Marla dryly and forced a painful smile for a second before dropping it to her resting bitch-face. “Clark,” she added, trying to sound composed, even though it was obvious she was horrified to find out that the partner of the goddess she's reluctantly been working with for the past couple of months, was no other than her freshly ex-husband.
“M… Marla… you're the… our realtor??” Clark corrected himself, failing not to sound rattled.
“Apparently…”, said Marla gloomily.
Lina switched between looking at Clark and Marla.
“You two… know each other?” She asked cautiously.
“You could say so, yes…” Marla answered Lina, but kept looking at Clark. Her eyes bore into his own, and an impossible mixture of emotions passed through her. Clark felt Marla's disbelief, her disdain, her judgementalness. Her… sadness. God, she was sad, he thought to himself.
“Well,” said Clark and scratched the back of his head. “Marla is… was… um…”
“I'm his ex-wife,” finished Marla for him, and kept looking at him with that same defeated look.
Lina's eyes opened wide as she slowly connected the dots. She quickly switched between being incredulous, being horrified and finally apologetic.
“Wait, you're that Marla??” Lina said. “But… your…”
“I changed back to my last name before the marriage,” Marla said nervously. Lina opened her mouth to say something then closed it, not sure what's the right thing to say.
Clark could tell Marla really wanted to say more things, but it seems like she also needed the commission on this sale and couldn't afford to squander it. It took everything in Marla’s power to keep her mouth shut.
“H… how… how have you b…”, Clark started but his voice caught in his throat. It was pretty clear how Marla's been, and the answer wasn't pretty.
Marla held her gaze for a second longer, as if she was saying ‘shit. I've been like shit, Clark. Happy?’
Clark tried to convey wordlessly that he took no pleasure in seeing her miserable, but wasn't sure the silent message was received.
Lina sensed the tension between them and didn't know how to dissolve it.
“Shall we see the property?” Asked Marla impatiently.
“Jyes! I can't wait for Clark to see… ah… eh… jyes, that's a good… eh… jyes, let's go,” Lina finally said nervously. She could feel Marla's stare burning at her with raging jealousy.
It wouldn't matter what Lina would've said, really. Whatever she'd say, she’d automatically be shining with vibrancy, femininity, giddiness and youthfulness. Everything Marla wasn't. And her cleavage was stuck a mere couple of feet away from Marla's popping, almost-crying eyes.
Clark looked at Marla, who stared back at him, while Lina looked back and forth at the two of them with a nervous smile. It seems that everyone was pretty eager to get this session over with as quickly as possible, each for their own reasons.
“Yes, um… thank you, Marla. I'd love to go see it,” said Clark as politely as possible.
“I'm sure you would,” spat Marla back sarcastically, a tone that only Clark, after 14 years of marriage to her - learned to pick up easily. Clark shifted nervously. In all honesty, it's not like he had anything to apologize for, but he still couldn’t help feeling extreme uneasiness with this whole situation. Having his goddess of a girlfriend by his side, who can make supermodels weep with envy, next to his overtly neglected ex-wife as she’s forced to show them their new, potentially ever-loving home that they might be moving into after Clark had left the home he used to share with her for so many years… that couldn’t have been easy for anyone to deal with.
Before Clark could respond, Marla already started walking in front of them, leading them up the walkway and gaining enough distance ahead to make them feel like she didn’t want to be there. Clark gave Lina a worried look, and she raised her shoulders with an apologetic look, her teeth closed together.
“Sorry”, she mouthed wordlessly. Clark sighed, gave her a reassuring smile and whispered: “it’s ok, it’ll be over soon anyway.”
Clark loved everything about the house. It felt so homely and calm. He also noticed that every door was quite a bit wider than standard doors. He quietly asked Lina about it during their tour and she explained that the previous owner was a… larger person, who required special accommodations for their figure. ‘How convenient’ he chuckled inwardly. Marla was very short tempered right now, only saying one-word sentences like “kitchen”, “bathroom”, or “attic”, while gesturing with her hand. Clark suspected Marla would break down crying if she used more words, and let her have it as she preferred.
When the excruciatingly long tour was finally over, they were all back in the living room.
“So?” Marla asked, sitting in the armchair on the side of the low living-room table, while Clark and Lina sat beside each other on the couch. Lina automatically went to grasp Clark’s arm, but then stopped herself and placed her hands back to her sides, realizing it’ll only make matters worse right now.
“Um… yeah. I… I love it. That’s… you did a really good job finding this place, Marla. Thanks,” Clark said as politely as he could.
“Yeah, well that’s what I do,” Marla said and forced a smile with squinted eyes before dropping it quickly. “So, is that a ‘yes’, then?” she asked.
Clark looked at Lina’s hopeful face. God, he’d do anything for this girl. It was the easiest decision he would’ve made in his life. He looked back at Marla with a decisive look:
“We’ll take it,” he said.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” Lina couldn’t control her excitement anymore and hugged Clark from the side, smothering his arm with her gigantic boob. Clark blushed as he caught Marla’s eyes bulging as they were looking at the mountain of flesh engulfing his side. Lina released her hug a moment later but still traced her fingernails over Clark’s back lovingly.
“I’m sorry, Marla, I’m just so excited,” Lina said sweetly. Marla forced another painful smile.
“Of course you’re excited,” she said, then she pulled out a giant stack of papers and dropped them on the table with a thud. “Now, sign at the end of every paper here, then we can do a mobile notary signature on your phone, and then - you get the keys.”
Clark was surprised. “What… just like that? Can we even do that so quickly?” he asked. Marla rolled her eyes, annoyed. She sighed heavily and said:
“Yes, Clark, of course you can do that. Don’t you remember when I explained this to you already, when I had this client that…”, Marla stopped dead in her tracks, her voice suddenly cracking upon realizing she’d stepped too far back into the painful past, when Clark and her were still together.
Marla shook her head. “Nevermind, he’s your problem now,” she said to Lina, who didn’t know if she should laugh or go hide behind the couch. “Anyway, Lina handled all the preliminary work with me and the bank some time ago. We got you guys the best terms with the loan, the best price for the house... trust me, Clark, you and I may have our… history between us, but you know I’m good at my job,” Marla said. Clark saw a sliver of honesty in Marla’s eyes. His gaze softened to one of gratitude.
“I know, Marla,” he said honestly.
“Plus, now that I know that it’s you,” Marla added. “I’m actually quite relieved to know that the kids will be staying here and not in some dump. It’ll be a good house for them.”
Clark’s eyes watered a bit. It was all just so overwhelming and packed with emotions.
“Thanks, Marla. I appreciate it,” he said with a cracked voice.
Marla nodded slightly, then rolled her eyes as if saying ‘alright, enough with the emotional crap.’ Clark took it as the kindest gesture Marla was capable of.
30 minutes later, Clark closed the door after Marla had left their new, ever-loving home and locked it with their new key.
*
It was a bit later that day, where Clark was sitting on the armchair in their new living room, looking for a moving company in the area. His laptop rested on the low table, which was actually also the only table currently present in the barely-furnished house. It’ll take a few days to arrange all the moving, but he really didn’t care. He was so happy. He thought of how he’s going to break it to his kids, and hoped they’ll like the place.
“Claaaark,” he suddenly heard Lina’s soft voice dragging sexily from behind him. His eyes, ears and dick all perked up at the same time.
“Y… yeah?” he called out, twisting his head back a little.
“Are you busy right now?” she purred quietly from behind him.
“Oh… um, well, kinda,” said Clark and turned on the spinning armchair to face Lina. “I’m just looking for a moving company to… to… uh… mmmmove… um… heavy… things… to… uhhh… a place…”
“To move heavy things to a place? Ooo, that sounds important. Well, don't let me disturb you then,” Lina said with an innocent smile.
Clark’s jaw dropped. His eyes were laser-focused on the middle of the living room, where Lina stood with a slight angle to him, her legs clad together at attention. She had on one of the highest pair of heels that he's ever seen, maybe 7 inches high, showing skin all the way up to her 3-inches-short, super-mini skirt. Lina's ass was practically exposed. Lina was wearing tiny, sexy, black-laced underwear that covered about 2% of her ass. Her midriff was exposed, showing her sexy, skinny waist from the side.
But the thing that made Clark truly gasp was, of course, Lina's magnificent bosom. Lina's fully decompressed, completely-naked bosom.
Despite its immense size, Lina’s bosom was as full as a woman's breasts who’s just given birth to triplets! Somehow, in spite of their beautifully natural, teardrop shape, four and a half feet of forward projection still filled most of the space between Clark and Lina. And her beautiful, pink, perfect nipples were as erect as ever, clearly showing just how aroused Lina was right now.
Clark's dick awoke and rose to full mast very quickly.
“Wwwwwhat did we uh… um…” he murmured, having completely forgotten what he was saying a second ago.
Lina turned to face him and took a slow step forward. Her boobs jiggled mightily, wobbling and rippling hypnotically as a result of that step.
“You were just saying how you're looking for a moving company to move heavy things,” she said with a wicked smirk, and took another slow step forward. Lina’s pendulous boobs bounced again as they thudded against her thighs. Her body was almost completely hidden all the way down to a couple of inches below her knees now. However, the narrow crevice at the bottom between her twin globes showed just enough for Clark to see the sexy, black triangle of her laced underwear covering Lina’s illegally-sexy pussy lips.
Clark gulped as Lina got closer and closer to him.
“Am I interrupting you right now?” she asked innocently.
Clark barely managed to shake his head ‘no’.
“Good, because I really want to celebrate our new home with you,” Lina purred at him and took another step. “Plus, I promised you I’m gonna show you just how proud I am of you for getting that raise you so deserved.” Lina’s tits reached Clark’s body 4.5 feet before she did, grazing his sides.
“I… I’d like that” he said and followed Lina’s hungry, impossibly-gorgeous face further and further upwards above his head.
Lina kept moving forward, amazingly requiring 3 more steps just to almost reach Clark’s body. Her boobs mashed heavily against his sides and dropped beyond either side of the armchair dramatically. However, despite pushing forward, she just couldn’t complete that last step to reach his body. Clark’s vision became tunnelled with Lina’s giant tits trapping him from the sides. She wore the most adorable, hottest frustrated look on her face as her lips were scrunched sideways pensively.
“Ung… ay Clark, baby, I can’t reach you. My titties are too big and heavy. Can you help me and lift them for me, please? I'm sorry they're so heavy…” she asked with the sexiest pout Clark has ever seen. He almost came in his pants.
“Uh… yes, yes! I… um… let me just oh…” he stammered and suddenly felt Lina pushing forward again. Knowing their sheer, astounding weight very well by now, Clark clenched every core muscle in his body before he heaved his arms up.
“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg!!!!!” he struggled.
-THUD-
His vision was gone. Everything was pitch black. Every sound was dulled to almost complete silence. Every breath Clark took was labored, as only a tiny crack was still barely open in front of his face, leading straight to Lina's chest.
Lina's pendulous, heavy, pliant, soft, monstrously-gigantic tits were held onto Clark's strong-yet-trembling shoulders, pressing like two heavy pillows on either side of his poor face. Clark couldn't see it, but as heavy as they were to hold, the majority of their weight actually rested on top of the armchair behind his head. Lina could only smile inwardly as she imagined how he'd collapse completely if he needed to hold them aloft all by himself. She felt herself getting wet as she very quickly decided this is exactly what she’s going to do later today. God, she might cum just by making Clark fall from being unable to hold her boobs.
Clark felt a heavy weight settle and sink next to his right thigh, then an equal weight settling the same next to his left thigh. Lina had placed her folded knees on either side of him, before she settled her giant, endlessly fleshy, round ass cheeks onto Clark's thighs. Her lace-clad pussy was pressed firmly against his pelvis.
Clark felt Lina's heavenly weight settling on his lap and groaned in pleasure. There's no universe where he'd ever get used to Lina’s insane sexuality, oozing from every pore of her body.
Thanks to Lina getting even closer to him, the crack between her tits widened a little more and allowed Clark to see and hear her. And also to breathe, which was a completely negligible ability for him right now.
Lina's face was a few inches above Clark's own, her boobs creating a microcosm of flesh around them. She stared at him with pure, unadulterated love.
“Baby, I can't believe we bought a house together. Are you happy?” She asked, her beautiful face still somewhat unsure yet hopeful.
Clark took quick short breaths. He was mostly focused on two things right now: holding those mega-heavy orbs of joy aloft, and not cumming on the spot.
“I'm… fffffff… the happiest… fffffff man alive… baby fffffffff…,” he huffed as he struggled to speak.
“Jyes???” Lina asked, getting more and more emotional by the second. Clark just nodded quickly with a brave smile, saving as much breath as he could.
“You know,” Lina said, her voice cracking and her eyes tearying up. “I've been living in the U.S. for over half a year now, and…” she sniffed. “This is the first time since I arrived here that… *sniff* I feel like I'm home.”
Clark managed to smile warmly up at her, despite feeling his arms and shoulders burning with effort. ‘Fuck, these things are so fucking heavy! How can she carry them all day?!’ he thought.
“We're… ffffffff home, Lina… fffff,” Clark huffed with effort. Lina shed a tear and felt herself turning into a puddle.
“Ay Clark, mi amor!!!! You have no idea how much I love you… how much I want to make you happy. *sniff* You're… just… my perfect man. I'm so excited to share my life with you, baby,” she cried out.
“I… fffffffff love you… ffffffffffff too, Lina… ffffffffffhmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!”
Lina couldn't wait another second longer. She launched herself toward Clark and kissed him more passionately than ever before. Her barrel of emotions completely overflowed its capacity, and she clung to her overwhelmed lover tightly, eager to share every ounce of them with him. Her arms, coming from outside, naturally pressed her massive boobs even further into their faces and pushed Clark's trembling shoulders even more heavily downwards.
Clark's world was again reduced to Lina's angelic face and her boobs all around him. She was so excited, so emotional, so passionate in her kissing, that it felt like she was trying to suck his very soul into her own body. Clark's cock twitched violently against Lina's hot crotch, spewing precum like an open faucet as she was grinding herself further into it.
With his shoulder muscles trembling and screaming for relief, and Lina's boobs surrounding his head, Clark kissed Lina back with just as much passion as she kissed him.
The past few years haven’t been easy, often bringing Clark to very dark places. And yet right now, the only question running repeatedly in his mind was ‘how? How did I get so lucky?’
Clark might never get a real answer to this question, and maybe it was time to finally accept the situation as it was and just enjoy it.
However, one thing he knew for sure. As heavy as Lina's boobs felt right now, this was a weight he'd always be happy to bear on his shoulders.