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The Arts => The Plume => Topic started by: djwardy on February 02, 2014, 04:55:31 PM
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Hey all,
So i'm writing a story, and i've already been sharing it on deviantart and the (prohibited T) forum, and I thought it was about time to share it with you guys too.
I'll post the 3 parts in one, however these were written in more than a month.
Also i apologise for possible grammatical errors. English is not my native language.
A Macromastia story
Part I
About 2 years ago, I had a one night stand with a really pretty girl.
She had a beautiful face, dark blonde hair and tanned skin.
She was about 1m60, perfect body, great ass and perfect c-cup boobs.
I hadn't seen her in those past two years. Although she lived in the town next to mine.
We spoke on **24** from time to time, just small talk,
but she never uploaded any new picture in those past two years, so I had no idea what she looked like now.
Nowadays I'm a student. I study in a city, with more or less 350.000 inhabitants.
Last winter, when everybody went home for Christmas, it was snowing very hard, trains were cancelled and
it was impossible to drive through the weather.
So I'm at the railway station, waiting for my train home, the trains were not yet cancelled on that moment.
The platform is crowded with people, all students, waiting for the train home.
Whilst I stood there, with my headphones on, listening to some lounge and falling asleep against a wall,
a little event cached my eye.
A girl entered the platform. But there was something odd about her.
As she slowly walked over the platform, people moved out of her way.
As I was staring at the happening event, not really getting why this girl seemed so odd to me,
and apparently everyone else on the platform, I suddenly recognized her.
It was Laura, the perfect girl I **84** with two years ago. Her face hadn't changed a bit.
She hadn't seen me yet, but I kept following her with my eyes. She stopped and sat on a bank.
I didn't go to her immediately, I wanted to see what it was that made her so odd at this moment.
Her face was still beautiful, and her dark blonde hair had grown, it came almost halfway her back now.
It was only now that I noticed that she didn't look happy, no, she was rather on the verge of crying.
I have still no idea why it took my brain so long to comprehend, but only now I started to realize.
The reason she looked so odd to me, and everybody else on the platform, were her breasts.
If you could still call those breasts. When she stood up, they hung lower than her hands, and remarkably enough,
they projected forwards for almost a meter! I don't believe that she could touch the front of her breasts.
Each one looked heavier than the rest of her body, and I have no idea how she managed to get a sweater
big enough to cover those.
They projected almost half a meter to each side, and now she sat down, they rested on her legs, but they were
so big they hung over the sides of her legs, and almost to the ground.
I think I stood there watching for over 5 minutes, my eyes like saucers, my jaw dropped to the ground.
For some reason she still hadn't seen me, probably because everyone else was looking at her in exactly the same way.
She didn't seem to notice the staring, she probably got used to it.
Now, even for the boobman that I am - really, the bigger the better - this seemed to be on the very edge of attractive.
But because I had a history with the girl plus the fact that she was still really hot, I got turned on as hell.
After a brief moment of consideration, I decided to go talk to her.
She didn't recognize me at first, but after a brief moment of thinking her puzzled look turned into a smile.
"Vincent", she said, with a smile on her face. "Hey Laura", I said, returning the smile.
I sat down next to her, well, that means on the remaining part of the seat, the part that was not taken by her enormous
right sideboob. She was actually taking almost 3 seats.
"How are you?” I asked, trying not to look at her massive breasts and avoiding to talk about them in the beginning.
"Well, not so great actually", she said = it started to snow again =
"How come?" I asked.
"Well I just came from my boyfriend, he said he wanted to break up with me...” she said,
with a trembling voice and watery eyes.
I knew she had a boyfriend, a real douchebag. They were dating for over a year now, I knew that from chit chat with
her on **24**. I still don't know why she fell for him in the first place, but yeah, girls and douchebags...
"I’m really sorry", I lied, "why would he want to break up with you?"
"H-He said, (a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.), he couldn't be with me anymore, because of my breasts".
At first I didn't really knew what to say, because these breasts were indeed all but normal.
I gently wiped the tear from her cheek, with a sad and pitiful face.
"He doesn't deserve you", I said.
She dragged her hand through her eyes, to stop the tears.
For some seconds, we didn't say anything, we just looked at each other, until a subtle and almost un notable smile
formed on her lips.
"Thanks" she said, with that subtle smile on her beautiful face.
By that moment thoughts were racing through my head. I really wanted to know what happened to her perfect C-cups,
what changed them into these out of the alphabet tits, and most of all, I really wanted to see those things naked.
But I resisted myself, trying not to ask her about them, because she was probably tired of those questions.
So for the next half an hour (the train had been delayed, and the arrival time on the information panels just
kept climbing) we talked about anything we did in the last two years, and the time before that,
when we knew each other a little better.
Every once in a while there fell a comfortable silence.
In one of those moments, I finally had the guts to bring it up.
"Laura?" I asked
"yeah?"
"um, can I ask you... about...", she looked at me as if she was expecting this question to come, but she wasn’t angry, she looked rather... understanding, in some way.
"yeah I know", she said, "You don't see a girl with breasts like these every day huh?"
"Yeah indeed", I stumbled, "but what happened? I mean, two years ago you had a C-cup...”
"You still remember that?"
"Off course, it's not like I’m ever going to forget that night", I said.
"Yeah well, it was a pretty great night" she whispered, smiling.
"Ever heard of Macromastia?" She asked.
"uhm, I've heard of it", I told her. Of course i knew about it, being a secret fan of huge breasts.
"well that's what happened, or better, is still happening".
"uhm, what?" I stuttered.
"Almost two years ago, some months after 'the' night, I woke up with a tingling sensation in my breasts. It didn't last
very long, so I forgot about it. But every morning from then on, I woke up with that tingling sensation. After a week
I started to notice that my bras were getting too small. So after school I bought a new bra, a D cup, and it fitted.
Nice, I thought at first, not expecting anything like this.
But the week after that, that bra didn't fit anymore, and people i know started to notice my breasts, as they were
outgrowing a D cup.
I bought a DD bra, and although it fitted, it was more of a tight fit.
The next week on morning i couldn’t close that bra anymore, so I had to go to school with my F cups braless.
Worst day of my life. Until then.
By that moment, my mother started to worry, and took me to a doctor. He recommended us to go to a specialist.
The specialist told us I had Macromastia, a rare disease that happens to only one in tens of thousands of girls.
Well, how big will they become? I asked the specialist, but he couldn't say.
With Macromastia, breasts can keep growing well beyond your teen years, with some women they never even stop growing.
I was a bit shocked by that news, but on the other hand, I always had a secret wish for larger breasts, however I
didn't expect this to happen.
My mom asked if it was possible to get a breast reduction, but the specialist told us it would make no sense, because
the breast tissue would grow right back. There is nothing you can do about this disease.
So when we left his office, I was slightly interested, I really wanted to see how large they would become.
"Well, you know now, don't you?" I said.
"They’re still growing", she quickly replied.
I was a shocked by that answer. These breasts, probably the biggest breasts in the world and maybe ever, are still
growing.
"w-what?" I stuttered.
"They still grow. Not as fast as in the beginning, but I notice them getting heavier."
"Oh, well ok", I said, not really knowing what to say.
---- Suddenly a radio voice echoed over the platform, informing us that because of the heavy snowfall, all trains had been cancelled.
"Well fuck", she said, "now I can't even get home."
At that moment i had a brilliant idea. As I study in the city, I have a small apartment, where I normally stay for week.
"Ehm, you can stay with me for the night...” I suggested.
"Oh, that would be awesome", she replied, "I wouldn't know where to go, certainly not to my douchebag ex"
"Well let's go then", I said.
"Great!"
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Part II
She slowly got up from the bench, leaning backwards all the time, to make sure she didn't topple over
because of the immense weight of her breasts.
I picked up her backpack, (she started using backpacks because couldn't wear a handbag anymore)
and helped it on.
So we walked away from the platform, at about half the normal walking speed. She couldn't go any faster than that.
She also had to rest for more a minute, every five minutes. I noticed that she walks with her legs wide open, probably because of the weight and the snow, but this was getting quite extreme. I decided to ask her about it later.
The distance from the station to my apartment normally takes me 10 minutes, but now it
took us almost 30 minutes.
~ The word apartment is maybe a bit exaggerated when it comes to my place. It is located in an old building
with lots of student apartments. Imagine a normal apartment, but smaller. The main hallway was quite big,
but the front door was a double door, and only one door opened. In the apartment there was not much room either.
Not an ideal location for a girl with breasts sticking out 1 meter in front and .5 meter on each side of her body. ~
So we stood at my front door, and while I was looking for the key in my pocket, she was catching her breath and
looking at the narrow door.
"This is not going to be easy for me", she said, smiling.
By this time I started to notice that she secretly seems to like having huge breasts.
I found the key and opened the door. It was about 1m wide, and with her breasts, there was no way she
could enter like a normal person.
"Okay let's do this", she said.
I was really interested in how she was going to get in, and just stood by, watching.
First she pushed her left breast trough, then she carefully pulled her body trough, and then she pulled her
right breast through the door.
It was really remarkable to see how this beautiful, tiny girl, dealt with two problems that huge in such a simple way.
But this was only the first hindrance.
I entered the hallway after her. The door to my apartment was, lucky for her, on the main floor, so no narrow stairs
had to be taken.
The door was even smaller than the front door, being only about 90cm wide, and directly after it, there were three steps down,
so she really had to look out.
I went in in front of her, to make sure she didn't fell.
Same story as with the front door here, right boob first, however this time it got stuck, (her tits are wider than 90cm??)
So she really had to push it through the door.
Then her body, and finally her left breast, on which she had to pull a little, which seemed a bit painful.
Finally she was inside. She carefully stepped down the three steps, because she couldn't see them.
Now, imagine my apartment. It is in the shape of a rectangle. 3m wide and 10m long. (10 and 22 ft. more or less)
With a table, a desk, 2 closets, a couch, a TV and a two person’s bed, the place was quite full already.
I also had a small kitchen, but it was so tiny you could only stand there alone,
she would never be able to get in there.
She put down her backpack, and, very carefully, walked towards the couch. Despite her prudence her left breast threw a chair on the ground while she was going there. She sat down in the two-person couch, and occupied it completely, her breasts lying on each side
of her body.
"Would you like to eat something?" I asked.
"Yeah, I’m starving"
I made us some pizza, and gave her a plate. Still sitting in the couch, she put it on top of her left breast.
It looked like it was made to work as a table.
It made me laugh a little. "What?" She said. "I always do that, so they're good for something".
Suddenly she said something I should have expected, but for some reason didn't. "Where am I going to **82**?"
Goddamit. I never thought of that, of course I wanted her to **82** with me,
but I didn't really think of the fact that she had to put her massive breasts somewhere.
"Well", I answered, "I have a bed for 2, you could join me."
"Hmmm, it won't be easy, but I’ll give it a try, otherwise you're **83** on the ground."
"Wait what?"
"Who’s the one with the handicap here?"
"Yeah whatever"
by the time, our pizza was finished, and she asked for the toilet.
The building had a shared toilet and bathroom on the hallway, but both are very small, I really wanted to see how
she was going to do this.
I told her where the toilet was, and she left. Same way, slowly rising up, her breasts in front of her
body, slowly waddling to the door, and pushing each breast through it. Now I only had to wait until she called.
It didn’t take very long before I heard my name from the hallway. I quickly went to see what was wrong, but I was already pretty sure what the problem would be.
As I expected she couldn't go to the toilet, because the room was only 1m wide, and with her giant and firm tits she was quite a lot wider than that.
Even if she could go in there sideways, there would be no way she could sit down and pee.
"There is another toilet in the bathroom", I said, "You should be able to sit down there".
The bathroom is located in the basement, which you reach by a narrow staircase, and a small hallway.
I went down the stair first to help her going down. She went down sideways and I had to guide her,
since she couldn't see anything beneath her breasts.
It took her almost two minutes to get down these short stairs. Then the narrow hallway, which she also had to do
sideways. Finally she reached the bathroom. Again she had to push her breasts trough.
I remained outside the door, whilst she was doing her business.
"By the way", I asked, "where on earth did you find clothes to cover those breasts?"
"My mom made then", she said.
"She buys two of the largest sweaters for men, and sews them together.
"I guess you don't wear a bra?" I said, knowing what the answer would be.
"What do you think yourself?"
By now she was done, and again I went in front.
We got back to the apartment, and I dropped on my bed. I started up my PlayStation, ready to play some
games before we went to bed.
"Do you want to play?" I asked
"hell yeah, I’m a pro at fifa", she said. I didn't expect that.
She sat down next to me, her left breast pushing in my side. I put my elbow on top of it, which made her look at me.
"What?" I said, "If you're going to take my private space with those things, I'm going to make the best of it."
She laughed.
We played some games, and I discovered that she was really good. We decided to do best two out of three games, the winner sleeps in the bed.
Sadly enough, she won.
It was over midnight by now, and I wanted to go to **82**.
"Vince", she said somewhat insecure.
"Yes?"
"Uhm, you'll have to help me, I can't change my clothes alone..."
--"oh, how come?” I asked. I really hoped on something like this, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"My breasts have gotten so big, that I can't reach around them, so I can't lift my sweater and shirt over them."
God that sentence almost gave me an instant boner.
--"yeah no problem, do you have some pajamas?"
"I only wear pants at night, making a special pajama isn't really worth the effort"
"so you'll be **83**... naked?"
"uhm yeah, unless that's a problem for you?"
"No not at all!'
"Yeah I thought so", she said, giving me a wink.
Yes! I was going to see them naked, and I even got to help her!
So I took her pajama, and got back to her.
"Okay, I’ll change my pants first, that I can do by myself".
She took the pants, then turned her face towards me so her private part was shielded of by her tits.
"Done. Now, this sweater. I can't reach the top of my breasts, so you'll have to pull it over them."
I took the front of the sweater and pulled. It was not an easy thing to do, because of the tension that her massive orbs put on the fabric.
As I slowly pulled it up, I could see her gigantic underboob coming out. It was quite a spectacular view.
Finally the sweater reached her nipples. From there on it went much easier, and as 'helpful' as I was, I kept lifting her sweater until I pulled it over her head. I stood there, with my crotch against her tits, as she gave me a puzzled look.
"From the nipples on I could do it alone" she said
"oh eh well eh I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away...”
"Haha yeah I can't really blame you"
So there she stood, naked upper body, right in front of me. As I was checking her boobs out with eyes like saucers, her eyes were focused on me, expecting me to say something.
I couldn't really say a word. These breasts were unbelievable. I expected red and totally damaged breasts, the one you see in
pictures when you look up Macromastia. But these breasts looked normal. The skin wasn't damaged, they had a normal colour,
and the most remarkable of all, and they didn't hang to the ground. They stayed in exactly the same position they were before.
They looked like beautiful, healthy boobs, but just a lot larger.
What I did notice were dark blue veins running all over her breasts.
Her areolas however, had suffered under the growth process. They had the size of large pancakes, about 30cm (+-11in) in diameter, but they were still quite dark... Her nipples had grown too. They protruded about 5cm (2in), and were about 3cm (1in) wide. How is it possible that I didn't see them through her sweater?
"And?” she asked, "not too shocked?"
"They're.... beautiful...” I said.
"Really?"
"yeah, very huge yes, but, they look really nice."
"I guess I’m lucky after all then", she giggled. Her breasts jiggled a little.
"Can... can me... ", I stuttered.
"Hold one?" she interrupted."
"Uh, well, "
"go ahead", she said.
I looked in her dark blue eyes and smiled, then I looked down to one of those gigantic boobs and put my hands under it.
Her skin felt really soft, and immediately my fingers sank a little into her flesh. As I lifted my hands higher, I noticed that although her skin and the flesh right under her skin was really soft, her breast was surprisingly firm. That explained why they didn't sag to the ground, what normal Macromastia boobs would do.
I finally started to lift it and GOD it was heavy.
"What the fuck!” I yelled
"hahaha yeah I know", she said, "they weigh about 25kg each".
"How on earth can you live with that?!" I said, shocked.
"Well yeah, you see it."
"They must be heavier than your own body weight??"
"They’re close, but my bodyweight without breasts is 55kg, with breasts it's 105kg."
"Jeezes, 105kg..."
By now I was so aroused that I couldn't hold myself anymore.
Before I knew it, I leaned over her breasts and kissed her on the mouth.
The kiss took some seconds, but luckily she didn't resist it.
When I realized what I was doing I pulled my head back and looked at her.
She seemed as surprised as I was, but then she leaned in (carefully) to kiss me back.
And it was off. I pushed her on my bed, where she crawled on backwards, pulling her breasts over the matrass on each side
of her body. It was only now that I saw her belly for the first time. It was completely white, it probably hadn't seen any sun
in the last year, but she still had abs. She even had a piercing in her belly button, which I don't think that she even remembers.
I also noticed she had a tattoo under her breasts, some tribal drawing.
"When did you get that?” I asked
"about a year ago, when I still had an L cup. You had to see that artists face when I took my bra off"
"yeah I can believe that...”
Without paying any more attention to the tattoo, I crawled on top of her, and again we started kissing.
Now she lay here, with her right breast pushed against a wall, and her left breast almost falling of the bed.
She took my shirt off, and pulled me against her chest, which was now a lot flatter because her tits were on her sides.
As I started to put my hand in her panty she suddenly stopped me.
"What’s wrong?" I asked.
"Uhm... I'm sorry, I don't want to go there..."
All the words in the world couldn't express my disappointment at that moment, but I tried to keep my cool, since we hit it off so well, I might have another chance someday.
"Ok" I said, "if you don't want to go further then I’ll have to respect that".
"Thanks", she said, as she was looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes.
For the rest of the night we kissed, as I massaged her enormous boobs. It seems they were still very sensitive.
As I touched her nipple, she gasped a little. As I noticed this I began stroking her nipple, and she started to moan quietly.
I put my mouth on it and heard her moan again, this time a lot louder. I looked at her from behind her tit, and she looked straight at me, in her eyes a commanding look, that told me to continue. So I started sucking and licking her nipple, and she went completely mad.
I think she came after only one minute. As I continued she came again. And again.
After the third time I got a bit jealous and stopped sucking. I climbed back on the bed and sat on top of her again as I looked her in the eyes. She was still panting from her orgasms. As soon as she came by she threw me of off her, and tried to sit up. This took quite some time, and after a while I even helped her by lifting one of her giant boobs.
She ordered me to lay down on my back, and so I did. As soon as I lay down, she lifted her left breast, and put it next to me.
Then she sat down on my legs, and pulled my pants down. My massive cock jumped out, I had never seen it this big. It must have been about 8 inches and incredibly swollen.
She grabbed it firmly and started to jerk it off. It felt like heaven. As I looked down, I saw two enormous mounds of flesh on each side of my torso, and below that an incredibly beautiful girl, jerking my cock, as she looked at it, extremely focused. I put my hands on top of her breasts and massaged them, and I saw her panting again. She looked at me for a brief moment, and then put her full lips around my member. My hands cramped as they lay on her tits. My eyes opened wide and so did my mouth. I stared at the ceiling unable to say or think anything. I felt her pulling on her boobs as her chest went up and down.
I managed to hold out for almost a minute, but I had to give in then. I think she felt it coming, she quickly pulled her head off and started jerking of again.
I came. Ropes of cum shot out of my dick like water from a fire hose. I don't think I ever came as hard as that.
I don't know how she had managed it, but there was not a single drop of cum on her face. She looked at me from down there with a satisfied smile.
Still exhausted I asked her "w...w...when did you learn that? That was literally the best blowjob I ever had!"
Her smile got even broader then. "My ex liked to get blowed, so I had a lot of practice".
He has no idea what kind of a treasure he dumped. That guy is now officially the world’s biggest moron.
"Now", she said, "if you could get me a towel, then that would be really nice"
"err why?"
"Well where do you think that all that cum went?"
"Oh, eh oops" I said as I noticed that all of my cum ended up on her tit. She must have pointed my dick in its direction or something.
I went to get a towel, and wiped her breast clean.
"Thank you", she said "I might hire you as my official tit cleaner"
"it would be an honor milady"
She giggled.
After some struggling she was back on her back, and I found a place to **82**, with my head on her chest. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. It had been quite a busy day...
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Part III
She blinked her eyes, as a trickle of sunlight came through the half shut curtain and gently licked her face.
She let out a soft yawn and opened her eyes.
Where the fuck am I? She thought.
Slowly she started to remember what happened yesterday, and she suddenly realized where she was.
I looked to my left, and saw Vince, **83** on my naked breast.
I gently massaged his head with my left hand, he let out a loud yawn and turned around, still resting his head on me.
I moved my hand lower and started massaging his shoulders, still no reaction. Then the hard way. I touched his leg with my feet, which were so cold, he almost fell out of the bed.
"Good morning handsome" I said smiling.
For a second or two he was just looking at me like a puppy, then he seemed to regain consciousness and let out a husky 'good morning'.
"Would you mind taking your head of my boob? I can't feel it anymore."
"oh, oh yeah, I’m sorry" he said with the same husky morning voice.
"Thank you"
I felt really good that morning, which is weird because I’m normally a monster when I just woke up.
"Do you have any breakfast?"
"I have cereals?"
"That’ll do just fine"
He got up slowly, let out another big yawn, put on his pants, and walked **82** **93** to the kitchen.
After a minute of snoozing I decided I should start getting out of bed, I had a lot of work to do, and then I had to eat.
I sat up, my breasts still lying on the bed on both sides of my body, and moved to the side of the bed, pulling my right breast along.
Whilst seating on the bed, I pulled on my jeans. Then I slowly stood up and walked carefully to the table. I thought it would be better to eat without my sweater on, I tend to spill food because I have to sit on a considerable distance from the table.
I sat down, resting my right breast on the chair next to me, and my left breast just hanging down on my side, almost touching the floor and pulling heavily on my skin.
Luckily Vince noticed and put another chair under it. I'm sure it would be a very odd sight to see me sitting here.
As expected some milk and cereals were to be found on the top of my breasts when I finished eating.
After cleaning myself up, I went back to the bed, put my boobs on it, and pulled on my sweater. When I reached my breasts however, I had to call Vince again, because I couldn't pull it over my breasts myself, I can't reach where they stick out the furthest. Hell, I can't even touch my nipples when standing up.
When all the work was done, we got ready to leave for home.
As I pushed and pulled myself trough both doors, Vince followed with his and my backpack, still half **83**.
Will that guy ever wake up?
It had frozen that night, and the sidewalk was slippery. Not ideal for a girl with my condition.
Walking was always difficult, because my boobs hang free and tend to move around with every step I take, bringing me out of balance.
But now it was even worse, I had to walk really slowly so that I wouldn't have to take dangerous steps which could make me fall.
I tried to avoid the really slippery spots, but I held Vince's arm firmly, hoping he could keep me in balance. Sometimes he had to warn me for a slippery spot I missed, because it was blocked from my vision by my boobs.
I don't remember feeling so dependent before.
We finally reached the station after half an hour and I was exhausted. I couldn't rest on the way and had to march the full 2 kilometer. My breasts were stretching my skin to the limit, and I was so out of breath it looked like I just ran a marathon.
I found an empty seat and sat down, my breasts resting on my knees, while Vince went to buy tickets.
It didn't take him long, but when he came back he said that the train was leaving in 5 minutes and we had to go fast.
Still out of breath, I carefully stood up and waggled to the platform.
Luckily, it was a calm day and there were not many people in the station, nor on the train. Getting on the train wasn't an easy job either.
It was a low platform, which meant I had to take three narrow steps to enter the train. Surprisingly we managed to get me and my swollen, heavy body parts on board. I didn't run out of luck just yet, and we found a place in a table seat (the one with four seats). A two seater would have been an impossible job.
Finally I could rest a bit.
I was looking out of the window, watching the green fields and villages pass by, and after some time my breathing started to calm down.
My left breast rested on both my legs, while my right rested on the seat next to me. My left breast got a bit squeezed in between my legs and the table, which made it almost touch Vince's legs.
Suddenly I felt a shiver, it shot through my body, and seemed to come from my breast. Then I felt it again, and I got aroused.
It took me a while to notice that Vince was discretely touching my left nipple trough my sweater.
I looked at him with a surprised look on my face, and he answered my look with a sensual smile.
I couldn't see it, but by now my nipple became stiff, luckily it was still under the table so nobody could see the 3cm (1.2in) bulge under my sweater. He continued playing with it, and I opened my mound, but I somehow still managed to smother a moan.
My nipple got stiffer and reached 5cm (2in), and he now put his fingers around it, the same way I put mine around his cock yesterday.
He pushed and pulled my nipple as if he was milking a cow! I pulled my massive tit to the right to see my nipple and it got even bigger!
It must have been around 7cm (2.7in)!
He continued to fondle it, and I let out a soft moan as I felt my pussy getting wet. After about a minute or so I came, and I had to cover my mouth with both hands to not make any sound.
I looked at the people on the seat across and for some reason they didn't seem to notice anything. Or at least they didn't show it.
As I sat there, catching my breath again, Vince looked at me with a self-satisfied grin.
Suddenly, out of nowhere the train conductor stood next to us and asked for our tickets.
In my total surprise I stared at him for a few seconds, as he first looked to my breasts, which made his chin drop to his knees, and then to my tomato-red face. I saw the lust in his eyes, and I think he was about to say something but then Vince interrupted our brief moment of eye contact and shoved the tickets in the conductors face.
A little later Vince asked me if I received a lot of unwanted attention.
"Not as much as you'd expect" I said,
"It seems most men find these too big, and think they're just a handicap or a tumor or so."
"Well I think they're beautiful" he responded
"I can live with your attention" I said with a playful smile...
We arrived at our destination. The rest of the train ride had been calm, and the last half hour I had fallen asleep.
Apparently Vince fell asleep as well, and he woke up just in time to wake me up as the train came to a stop.
Because the trains don't wait very long, we had to be fast to get off the train, and my breasts bumped into seats and people while 'ran' behind them apologizing.
Getting out of the train wasn't easy, as I couldn't see the steps before me. Vince stood on the platform as I came out sideways, and he held my left breast up for me so I had to carry 25kg less. Nevertheless my right boob hit every step on the way down, and my naked skin started to show up from under my sweater.
As soon as I stood on the platform, Vince noticed my large underboob and pulled my sweater down. Luckily the underboob didn't came as high as my nipple.
We were walking (waggling) to the bus stop, but my body hadn't recovered from the long walk earlier today.
My skin still hurt and I felt every step I took. I told Vince I really had to sit down for a moment because my back nor my skin could take any more. So we sat down for a moment, and suddenly Vincent told me he had an idea and he left. I was a bit confused. I hoped he wouldn't leave me behind here, it was almost impossible to get home on my own, and my parents were on holiday.
Then he came back. With a wheelchair. I was puzzled, did he wanted me to sit in a wheelchair? How ridiculous would I look then? As if it wasn't bad enough already. And where did he get that thing so fast?
"I went to the first aid post and they had a spare wheelchair I could borrow" he said with a smile.
"I’m not going to sit in that!" I replied.
"I think you'll have to, our bus is leaving in 5 minutes, and you're clearly not getting there on your own."
He had a point. So I gave in and stood op, holding my breasts as much as I could.
I sat in the wheelchair, and luckily my sweater kept my breasts together so they wouldn't hang down from each side of the wheelchair to the ground.
Vince rolled me to the bus stop. A small crowd of waiting people had gathered there. A lot of eyes and mouth opened as Vince pushed me onto the platform.
I got out of the wheelchair. Getting up was not really hard because I have great counterweights. Vince went to bring the wheelchair back and I sat down on the bench on the platform.
An older lady sat there but as soon as she saw me she stood up for me. I seemed to have that effect on people the latest months. 5 Months ago I could still stand up for some time, when my breasts only hung to my belly button, but now they come far under my hips, almost halfway my knees. They touch each other in front, and still hang to the sides of my body, so I couldn't just let my arms hang down anymore. Weirdly enough some breasts tissue even started to make its way under my armpits, so I couldn't even push my arms close to my body...
Standing up for too long wasn't an option anymore, and walking became more and more difficult. Maybe a wheelchair would be inevitable in some time. I hope not.
Vince arrived at the same time as the bus. Another benefit of the compassion people seemed to have, besides free seats, was that they let me enter the bus first. It had wide doors and I fit through quite easy. Me and Vince sat down on another four-seater, my body took three of the four seats.
"Vince?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you want to help me home, instead of going straight to your place? I think I'll need some help with this weather."
"Yeah no problem"
God he's a really sweet guy, I wonder if... But no, I just broke up with my boyfriend, and yesterday evening were just emotions... or not...?
Maybe we could give it a shot. If he'd want a weird handicapped girl like me. But he didn't seemed to make a problem of that.
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Ahh so nice SI units. Imperials are so confusing! ;D
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Really, really good! thank you
I love the realistic way she has so much difficulty moving, and can barely stand up, and gets so tired; and the strain on her back and skin - please, more!
what is your Deviant Art name?
looking forward to a few more chapters
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thanks for the kind words ;D
my deviantname is andromadax14
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I don't come to The Plume that often these days. I think I will now :)
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Part IV is here
For some reason I feel this part isn't as good as the last part, but the good news is that I started on part V already so the follow up shouldn't take that long.
Any critique, positive or negative, and ideas are more than welcome!
So Laura called me this afternoon, said her parents and sister were gone for the weekend, and that she was home alone. I had to sit down when she asked to come over and stay for the night.
I so hope that tonight would be the start of a relationship, as I fell for her the moment I saw her at the train station last week.
She probably called me not only because she likes me, but she’ll probably need someone to help when there is no one else around.
So I packed some clothes, toothbrush, jumped in my car and raced over to her place.
She actually lives in quite a big house, hence her parents are quite rich.
I arrived at her house, rang the bell, but no matter how prepared I was, my eyes still popped when the door opened. It is difficult to believe if you haven’t seen it, but all I saw were two giant tear shaped orbs in an oversized beach towel. They were so massive, that she was standing inside, but the front of her breasts almost touched me, standing almost a meter from the door. They hung lower than her hips, and were wider than the – large – front door.
“Hey!” she squealed, “I missed you so much!”
While she said that, she bent over and gave me a strong hug, pushing her breasts against my stomach and crotch.
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“Come on in!”, she said
Once inside I threw my backpack in a corner and walked towards the living room.
“Do you want something to drink?” Laura asked.
“Yeah, please” I answered.
“Well there’s the fridge, I’d like a coke” she said with a grin.
“This girl really has some strange humor” I thought.
She waddled towards the couch and fell in it with a large ‘ploof’. She then turned on the TV.
I took two cokes out of the fridge and joined her in the couch. Luckily it was quite a big couch, so I lay down sideways, with my torso on her left tit. She had put the beach towel over her breasts because it wasn’t strong enough to contain them when she sat down.
“Why are you wearing that towel anyway?” I asked.
“It’s the only thing that is big enough to cover them and sits comfortable”
“Well you can take it off if you want…” I hinted.
She looked at me with that playful smile of her, said nothing, and then turned her head back to the TV.
I had no idea what she was planning on, so I just turned and started watching TV, not daring to ask it again.
Suddenly she grabbed the towel and threw it of off her with surprising grace, exposing her mammoth sized yet perfect looking breasts.
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She just sat there looking at me, her beautiful blue eyes looking straight into mine, which were completely focused on her handicapping features.
I think we sat there like a minute or so, I lost all sense of time. Suddenly I seemed to have woken up from a dream and looked at her face. She was still looking at me, with that same playful smile on her face. I think she really enjoys getting a man that focused on her.
“Still not used to them, eh?”
“n..well..eh..” I stuttered.
“doesn’t matter dear”, she said “I can’t get used to them either”
“sometimes I just stand in front of the mirror and look at myself, thinking of what I would look like with normal breasts”
“would you want to have normal breasts?” I asked gingerly.
“It would be a lot more practical, that’s true”, she said, as her face turned a bit more serious, “but I kinda like being this extraordinary, even if it means I need help with some things”
I put my hand on her breast, and started to massage it gently
“I think I might volunteer for that job”, I said.
“I don’t know if you have the needed qualifications..”, she whispered, to which I put both my hands on her gigantic nipple, and started playing with it. I could actually hold her nipple in my hand, and feel it stiffen up. A grin of satisfaction showed up on her face, and she let out a soft moan. I started to massage her nipple and areola, and then slowly started to lick and suck on it.
This time her moan was quite loud, and I saw her hand shooting down in her pants.
Only 30 seconds later she started trembling, her nipple became even harder, she seemed like a volcano ready to explode, and all of a sudden it stopped. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes closed and she let out a long and satisfied moan. It then seemed as if she lost all the muscles in her body, and she collapsed in the couch, breathing heavily.
“What was that about my qualifications?” I joked
“Y..You… You’re accepted”, she said, barely noticeable, between breaths.
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After a while she seemed recovered, and asked me to help her upstairs, to the bathroom.
I stood up, grabbed her arm and pulled her up. A bit too fast it seemed, her breasts fell off the couch before she stood up, and their weight and momentum pulled the rest of her body down on the floor. I lost my grip and now she sat on the floor, looking up kinda angry, with those two giant spheres on each side. I grabbed her hands, and pulled her up gently, the spheres slowly changing into raindrops as they lifted further from the ground. When she finally stood straight, her breasts hung in front of her. I put my hands between them and pushed them apart, stepped in their place and kissed her. We stood chest to chest, her breasts pushing heavily in my sides, seemingly angry with me that I took their place.
I kissed her even harder, rushing my hands through her hair, whilst she put her arms around my back and pulled me closer to her.
I released the kiss and took some time to look at her. I think I only mentioned her eyes until now, but the truth is that this girl is actually one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She had a soft face, a bit like Natalie Portman, but with big blue eyes and long dark blonde hair.
“C’mon now, I wanted to go to the bathroom” she said suddenly, totally interrupting the moment.
My first task had arrived, as it seemed that their bathroom was upstairs, I had to help her up the stairs.
Luckily they had a broad staircase, which was much better than the narrow one at my apartment.
It took her quite a big amount of work to get on the stairs. She pulled herself up on the rail on the right, as I supported her on the left. Each different step took her some time to take, as she first put one foot on, and then the other, pulling her total weight of 105kg up each step. The jiggling of her breasts with each step didn’t help her either, as they pulled her out of balance every time.
Finally we made it up, and she waggled on to the bathroom. We both entered, and I asked what she had to do actually.
“Well what do you think smartass?” she said with a smile.
I said nothing, but started looking around the bathroom. It was huge. They had a bath, a big walkin shower, a separate room for the toilet. It was almost as big as my bedroom.
“You’re going to help me take a shower” she said, with that same smile.
“God yes!” I thought, this was something of a wish came true.
She took of her pants, and when she bent forwards to pull it down, her nipples touched to cold floor, making her twitch a little. As she slowly raised her torso and her breasts with it, I noticed how difficult it was for her to bend over.
I noticed she wore boxer shorts instead of panties which was kinda strange. She turned towards the shower and stepped in it. The shower seemed brand new, and she had no trouble fitting in it as it was super wide and long. I had a feeling it was installed specially for her.
She put on the water and told me to get in.
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Great show. More, more ! ;D
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+1 :)
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wow! what a great story! I want more! Please continue soon!!!
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As I was helping Laura getting up, we suddenly heard the front door slamming. We both were surprised and I quickly grabbed some clothes for me and a huge towel for Laura.
“Any idea who that could be?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I thought I was home alone for the weekend”
“Let’s check it out”
I opened the door and looked around carefully, but saw nothing. But when I stepped up the hallway I heard someone yell ‘Laura!’
It was her 19 year old sister, Sara. Luckily, those two had a very good bond, and Laura was comfortable with her immense breasts being seen by her sister.
I put on my shirt while Laura asked her to come upstairs.
I had seen Sara before, but that was only briefly and a while ago, but now she stood in front of me… just like her sister, she had a beautiful face, with the same blonde hair but darker eyes. To top it all off, she had two huge tits, overflowing her massive bra. They weren’t even half as big as her sisters, but still, with those tits she could make most porn stars jealous.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were going with mom and dad?” Laura asked
“I had a change of mind. And, by the way, why are you standing here with your breasts naked in front of this dude?”
“eh, this is Vincent, he’s my… boyfriend..”
What? What did she say? Am I promoted to being her boyfriend now? Or is she just trying to give an explanation to her sister? I’ll play along for now.
“since when do you have a new boyfriend?” Sara asked, with a questioning look in her eyes.
“You don’t have to know everything, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to my room now”.
Laura turned around, her breasts following the rest of her body a second later, swaying her almost of her feet as they came to a stop. She then started waggling towards her room. I looked at Sara who was studying me and then followed Laura.
Laura sat on the side of her bed, her breasts touching the floor, and leaned backwards, looking at me as I entered the room.
“She’s got quite some boobs too” I said, not knowing what kind of answer I should expect.
“yeah, indeed…” she said quietly “…and there’s even more about her…”
“..like what?”
“I promised not to tell anyone, not even mom, so If you want to know it, you’ll have to hear it from herself”
“Come on, you peeked my interest now!”
She looked up at me with a careful smile and said “it has something to do with her breasts”
I locked the door behind me and walked over to her and put my hands on her gigantic breasts, and pushed her over onto her bed.
She was only wearing her wet shorts from the shower, and these were soaking her bed, so I put my hands on them to take them off, and to see if she would let me.
She did let me, but she didn’t take her eyes off me.
So I pulled and slowly her shaved pussy became visible. But I still didn’t expect to see this. Her lips where huge! She had a normal pussy, but her lips where thicker, they pushed against the inside of her legs, and against each other. For the hundredth time with this girl, my eyes turned into saucers.
She saw my reaction from behind her milk bags and wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, I pushed my fingers between those lips and her whole body shocked for a second.
They felt amazingly soft and immediately gave way when my fingers came through. Her pussy was even more amazing, as it was extremely tight!
I fingered her for some minutes, when I saw her trying to reach her nipple but her tit was too big. So I touched her huge erect nipple with my free hand, and started massaging it while I was fingering her. After some seconds, her body started trembling and she came, with a loud moan.
I fingered her a little more, then pulled my fingers back and climbed on her tits, and kissed her on the mouth. It really was a passionate kiss. She took my head in her hands and pulled me closer.
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Nice!
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Great again!!! And please continue sooon!! can't wait to read on with this story! You're drawing Great pictures in my mind!
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good story. I expect there are more good times to come for our protagonist!
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Great idea. and very well handled.
The personal stuff is wonderful as is the first person portion.
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Do you make more from this great story?
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bump
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BUMP BUMP please continue this great story
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hey!!! bump again! this story is just great! please continue soon!!