BY REQUEST: The Emily stories by Totalrandom1 - classic fiction, complete in one thread

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It might be hard to imagine if you look at this subforum now, when almost any thread that isn't Aunt Nancy part 9999 is about some guy seeing an old woman in the supermarket for 3 seconds and asking us if he has a shot with her, but through most of the 2010s you could come here and find some really good fiction about boobs (also some really bad fiction, but, you know, that's just how it goes - and the only way you get good work is if the person has written tons of bad shit first). I'm sure lots of people here who've been around a while have a favorite.

It's a shame that a lot of those stories have been lost to time due to the forum software move, but luckily, one series that has been preserved are the Emily stories by totalrandom1. The stories are about a woman with truly gigantic breasts, outlandishly gigantic even, but in contrast to the outrageous subject matter, they were notable for being written with a lot of care and thought put into the personalities, characterizations, and interaction. Emily isn't a fuck-crazed pornstar, but a girl who is believably embarrassed and self-conscious about her assets - on the other hand, she has a sex life and relationships like a woman that attractive would, instead of being some impossible virginal unicorn. Michael, the male protagonist, is believably thoughtful, awkward, and a bit of a dork instead of some ripped macho wish-fulfillment fantasy with a 14" hog.

What I'm saying is, they feel real, or at least so much closer to real than you usually get in the trashy world of porno. It wasn't like almost anything else here or even on the wider internet, and the excitement of waiting for each new installment of this series (will our heroes ever get together?) is hard to describe to someone who wasn't there. Especially since most story series just die on the vine, abandoned and unfinished, their creators disappearing or moving on. As month after month stretched by, you always wondered...was the last Emily installment the last? Would we ever get satisfaction?

Well, yes and no. Totalrandom1 disappeared, and the Emily series was never technically finished, but it did manage to go out on an incredible high note. Easily one of my favorite endings to any story series ever.

Now, since @chrchrchr has asked, I'm reposting my personal collection of the complete Emily series. I hope that this maybe helps an old fan who misses these, and maybe makes a few new fans too.

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EMILY, pt 1

Michael and Emily were finally moving out together. For Michael it was a dream to live with his best friend. They had known each other since 4th grade and were now 18. They were both going to the same college in the city and realized they needed to live closer, so getting an apartment together seemed like the perfect solution. Michael grinned as Emily was singing one of her silly made up lyrics versions of a song on the radio. Just as he glanced at her they went over a bump, and Michael's eyes darted down before he quickly averted his eyes and looked back at the road.

Michael had suspected for a long time that he might have had serious feelings for Emily. He admired her intelligence, couldn't help but laugh at her witty, playful and sometimes self-deprecating humor, he loved that they shared a number of interests (videogames, biology, reading) and passions and they had always been there for each other. She never seemed like she was interested in him in that way, although she never dated much anyway, only ever having seen two guys for a few dates before deciding they weren't right for her. Still, Michael tried to convince himself that he wasn't interested in her romantically, since that could mess up their friendship if she didn't feel the same way. After all, perhaps his attraction was nothing more than an overreaction to the fact that she was the most unbelievably sexy thing he had ever seen.

First, there was her gorgeous eyes, a shade of bright, sparkling green, full of spark. She was a mellow creature often but had a great deal of passion and wonder in those eyes. She had a slightly rounded face, pale, lightly freckled skin, and a sweet, thousand watt smile. Anyone would think she was gorgeous and he guessed she knew, or didn't care, because she rarely worried about makeup. She had a nice body too. Short, about 5'5, and a little bit chubby but not at all fat, she had a nice, round butt, a little bigger than the average girl her weight, and an hourglass waist. But it was one other feature, that which had caused the strange behavior of Michael's eyes, that was truly exceptional.

Emily had what might have been the largest healthy breasts on a slim girl in the city, hell, maybe the country. Hell, Michael had never seen any bigger, possibly even the world. sitting in the passenger seat, sure she was sitting down and was kind of short, but that doesn't usually cause a girl's boobs to sit on her lap. Literally the bottom of her globes were pressed against her legs. They must have projected out nearly a foot and a half. They weren't just huge, they were absolutely, unbelievably gigantic beyond all comparison.

Emily usually wore a bra, those must have been hell to carry around without one, but not today, it seemed, and it was probably, as Michael had noticed, that recently she seemed to be outgrowing her bras. God, it was hard to believe that she was still growing. She was wearing at least 3 or 4 layers of tops, as it was winter, and Michael presumed something restricting at the bottom layer, but even with that, that bump in the road was too much, and her colossal breasts heaved up enough to just about raise them fully off her lap and slammed back down again. Emily coughed as they landed, obviously knocking a little wind out of her and stopping her song.

"Sorry, I didn't even notice the bump." said Michael sincerely. He had been distracted. "Shit, I'm going way too fast. We're pretty close, now."

"You gotta warn me next time you do something crazy like that so I've got time to... get a hold of myself." she chuckled. "Oh, man. I'm so looking forward to life in the city. The bright lights, Michael, I can't resist them. I'm like a moth. Speaking of lights, do stop at that traffic light."

A few minutes later and they arrived at the apartment. They were on the second floor, but fortunately there was an elevator. Michael got out and walked around to the back. Emily stepped out, and Michael couldn't help but stare a moment. As her breasts slipped off her legs into a hanging position when she stepped down onto the bitumen car-park, they rested, in their braless state, not at her navel, as was the case for the most incredible busty pornstars Michael had seen, but all the way down to her hips. She was wearing a green woolen cardigan on the top layer, that wrapped around the bottom of her globes, and must have been for a woman several times her weight. Michael could see a faint outline of a nipple thicker than his thumb hidden behind her many layers of clothing. Despite her physical handicap, Emily, never one to try to load all the work onto others, still carried at least a quarter of the stuff mashed into the back of the car into the apartment.

By the end, they were both feeling pretty worn out. It had been a long drive. Michael fell back onto the couch. Emily didn't have that option and sat down carefully with her hand on the back, smoothing her descent. She put her hands up behind her head. Michael tried to ignore her fat juicy mammaries sliding to her sides, even when one lightly began to touch the side of his arm, sending his heart racing. Her cardigan buttons looked set to pop off.

"It's so great we've got a house all to ourselves." she said after a few moments of taking in the apartment, which was not huge but not that small really, for 2 people.

"Yep." said Michael, unable to entirely concentrate on the apartment.

Over the next few days, Michael and Emily didn't see each other all that much, despite living together. The first 3 days of the week were long days at college and they were in different courses, Michael doing engineering and Emily studying marine biology and conservation. She was a very aquatic person, and Michael felt bad she wasn't going to have a pool anymore, given swimming was the only sport she could really do and it helped with her core muscles. Michael was also looking for a job, Emily said she wanted to have a little time to partly relax before she started working again. Still, in the evening they managed to get some time together, playing a few games and watching some movies. It was a real breath of fresh air living together, and so far as easy as pie, though Michael could anticipate the kitchen getting pretty messy if they didn't start getting used to their caretaker responsibilities.

Michael was also relieved to see Emily wearing a bra again. He didn't need that level of distraction in his life, he'd never be able to concentrate on his schoolwork and have permanent blue balls. He already had them quite a lot around Emily. Michael had had one girlfriend in the past but was now single again. He could definitely tell it was too small though, she had a pretty severe quad boob going on. It may have been a tiny fraction of her chest, but it was more than most girls had all together. Emily didn't really show off her boobs that much but she had come to accept them in the past few years and didn't hide them so much, at least when she was around the home. She still dressed fairly conservatively in public. Michael didn't think she was still shy about them, she just didn't want all the constant leering and wolf-whistles, or the disrespectful comments from bitter old women, both of which she still got now and then. She had a beautiful personality, but sometimes people found it too hard to look past her freakish chest to notice it. Even Michael felt a bit guilty sometimes for thinking too much about her body instead of her mind, but he was a chronic boob-man, it was difficult to avoid.

That was one of his fears, that if she knew how attracted to her he was and she wasn't interested in him in return, she would forever think of him as another lustful pursuer rather than as the lifelong friend he had been. As badly as he wanted her body, and as much as he wanted to take her out and sweep her off her feet (metaphorically, he doubted he could carry her easily), he wouldn't want to lose what he had now. Hopefully he could find someone else at college, and get over Emily.

"So how's the job hunting going?" Emily asked, as Michael sat down to watch a movie with her.

"Ugh, not great, but I mean, it's been less than a week, I don't expect to get a job in a few days."

"Yeah, I guess not. I'm thinking I might have to start looking for a job sooner than I'd planned."

"Really? How come?"

"Hm, well, don't worry about it, but I had some extra expenses."

"What?"

"I said don't worry about it!"

"Oh, it's some big secret is it?"

"No, it's just... if I say it's women's stuff will that get you to shut up?"

"Ah, yes, the one subject us guys can not touch!"

"Exactly. What are we watching?"

"Tiger Fist of the West."

"Oh god, another kung fu movie? Can't we watch something good, something where you have to use your brain?"

"Well I'd like to see your brain keep up with Jimmy Chung, the Tiger Fist of the West."

Emily laughed. She was wearing a space themed t-shirt, stretched semi-taught across her bra-encased boulders, galaxies and nebulae billowing out in two directions. Michael could make out the shape of it. It was a pretty heavy duty contraption, with straps about two inches thick in her shoulders. Only a few inches of her enormous cleavage peered out the neck, but beneath the cotton fabric billows of flesh overflowed the confines of their prison. 'Just watch the movie' Michael thought to himself.

Michael was finishing up on an engineering problem while he waited for the shower to be free. He heard the water turn off, and a few minutes later, Emily walked out in a dressing hanging loosely over her pajamas, hanging off the tops of her knockers. Michael only glanced a moment as she walked into her room and then looked back to his work. He grabbed his own pajamas and walked into the steamy bathroom. Then he thought of something he hadn't quite registered earlier. She didn't bring her pile of clothes with her like she usually did. He closed the door behind him. Sure enough, on the ground next to him was her clothes, and most importantly, her bra.

Holy fucking shit, what a bra. Michael had never seen one of Emily's bras before. Well, once about 4 years ago, when she was wearing an H-cup. But nothing like this. It was not a decorative thing, just one solid piece of white fabric with a thick foam base, with a heavy underwire and a thick, heavily stitched band and the two inch straps he had seen before. The band went a few inches below the cups as well, no doubt for extra torso support, and Michael saw 5 rows of hooks vertically and 3 horizontally. But those cups. Each one solid piece, they were formed to fit Emily's breasts, but an average sized watermelon would have fit loosely inside one of those cups. Michael took off his clothes and started a shower to disguise his true occupation. Naked, and his dick already hard, Michael kneeled down and reached out to the thing in front of him. What was wrong with him? This was just a bra but it was more exciting than his old girlfriend's actual c-cup breasts? He palmed the fabric, and began to mold it under his thumb. Oh, god. Images in his mind raced of the glorious heaving breasts of his best friend being beneath those cups. With his other hand he started stroking. His hand barely covered a fraction of the immense white silky surface. Michael then thought of something else, and moved his hand over to the edge of the strap and looked for the tag, which he soon found on the other side. It read:

"E.B. Ericson's custom brassiere emporium

Size: 34Q"

A surge went through Michael's loins, and he suddenly realized his dick was pointing right at Emily's custom-made bra. He twisted as quickly as possible and fell over backwards. Semen burst out and flew all over the door, wall and shower screen. Michael was going to have to do a bit of cleaning, and had a bit of a headache now, but at least the bra was untouched. That 34 Q-cup bra.

Emily was sitting cross-legged on her bed, a book in her arms, which rested on the bosoms that sat in her lap.

'Shit.' she thought. She had left her bra in the bathroom in plain sight. Oh well, they were roommates now, he was bound to see one of them eventually.

 

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EMILY, pt 2

"Alright, so that's one in white and one in flesh-tone. They will be a little large of course, but considering you're having another growth spurt, you'll probably need a little extra room." Mrs. Ericson said to Emily as she rolled her shirt back down over the expanse of her breasts, with some difficulty. "At least you won't have any more of this trying to sneak out the top. Oh, dear, I hope for your sake you stop growing soon. I'd like to think in a few years time you'll still have full mobility."

"Yeah, well I just have to keep exercising my core. Oh, that reminds me. There is one other thing. I need a new swimsuit. The old one's ripped right in the middle, I had to throw it out, so I haven't been swimming in weeks."

"Ooh, dear."

"I want to get a chance to get down to the local pool as soon as possible."

Mrs. Ericson thought a moment.

"Well, you are our largest customer. I don't really have anything in your size in stock. It's really not idea, and may show a bit more than you're used to, but we do have a few tops recently made for a certain wealthy women with a similar but less extreme predicament. She's a bit smaller in the cup and larger in the waist, but if you'd like to give it a try, I don't think she'd mind having one of them come a bit late."

"Oh, umm... well I guess worth a shot. What size is she?"

"She's a 38O."

"Sounds a little tight... but I'd like to at least try it on."

"I can get started on a properly fitted suit as well, if you like. It's a difficult situation having your kind of endowments, but at least now you're in the city you can come in whenever you like and when an order is done, I'll just give you a call and you can come get it right away."

The next day, Emily went to the pool. The local community pool near her building was an indoor facility which consisted of a large lap pool and one for general use. There were two lifeguard stands, and even the lifeguards could not help but turn their heads away from the pools they were supposed to be watching when Emily stepped out of the change-room.

Emily placed her bag down by a chair and began walking towards the pool. She was wearing white bathing shorts for bottoms, her little chubby belly making a small muffin top over the front, but nobody noticed that. What they did notice were 2 spectacular globes of fat which concealed her belly almost entirely, and were contained within the largest swimsuit anybody there had ever seen. Not that it was large enough. It was more or less a traditional type of bikini, 2 pieces of aqua blue triangular fabric (padded of course), though rather than simple strings it had a more substantial band around the bottom. The triangles were about 15 inches along the bottom edge, and a little longer on the two side edges, but they did not encase Emily's breasts. Rather a not inconsiderable amount of fatty flesh peeked out of the sides and bottom. The bikini top didn't do much to help lift her breasts, all it really did was hold them in and cover them up. The bands on the side were long, designed for a smaller breasted, thicker bodied woman, and went up the sides of her tits diagonally to where they were tied at the back. With the inadequacy of the bikini in covering her breasts from the front it wasn't going to do much from the sides. The crease between her breasts and her torso stretched down to her navel level before her mounds tapered away from her body. These orbs jutted out to each side so that they concealed her arms when she held them by her side, and mashed together in the center in a cleavage that was almost inconceivable.

Emily took a step into the water. The flurried activity was dying down in the pool as more people began to stare, though most at least tried to look like they weren't looking, including one older guy who swam into the wall of the pool. Each step down, a shockwave was sent through the mass of her boobs, causing a rippled jiggle, focused on the breast on the side that had just touched down. Emily ignored the stares, uncomfortably. She was not used to swimming in a public pool often, not in this kind of attire, and not at this size. People began to resume their regular business, mostly at least, and Emily started swimming, back and forth up the pool. It was an incredible feeling of lightness once she was submersed. Her breasts no longer felt like dumbbells hanging of her chest, as they floated, about equal density as the water. Now the only difficulty was in changing direction, as they needed a bit of a push to change momentum. As she swam through the water, they pressed up against her ribcage, and when they reached the end and she stopped against the wall, kept going for a few seconds, wobbling as her bikini held them in, creating temporarily larger pillows of flesh coming out the sides. Emily felt so free in the water, and began to do her exercises.

After she had been in long enough, Emily took the trek up the steps and out of the pool, and was about to step out, she heard a splash and looked around. At the bottom of the pool a short distance from her, a girl was floating weakly, and Emily noticed a bit of red in the water. It was the shallow end. Emily recognized right away that the girl had dived into the pool and hit her head. Several years back she had done basic lifeguard training and her instincts kicked in. Emily dove back into the water and swam towards the girl, surprisingly quickly all things considered, as her regular swimming had given her a very strong stroke. She grabbed the girl in her arm and using her left arm, swam to the edge where she lifted the girl onto the side. Getting herself up was more of an effort, but she managed to slide herself onto the edge, even if it meant squashing her breasts beneath her torso. She moved up next to the girl and began CPR.

She breathed into her lungs, then began compressions. It was a little awkward squashing her arms over the top of her boobs to do it, but she wasn't thinking about that right now, although some of the male onlookers might have been, watching the jiggle with each compression. The girl sputtered and coughed, then sat up.

"You're alright." Emily comforted her. The girl looked around, and people nearby started clapping. The girl turned towards her rescuer to thank her, but ended up saying something else instead as her eyes drifted downwards.

"Holy crap."

Emily sat in the office at the back of the facility, a jumbo sized towel wrapped around her. She had been invited there by the manager after her heroic rescue.

"Mrs Rogers, I was very impressed by your actions out there in the pool today. It makes me ashamed that my own staff were so slow to respond."

"Thank you, sir."

"Do you have previous experience as a lifeguard? You certainly seem to know what you're doing."

"Yes, I used to do a bit of lifeguarding in my early teens but not for long."

"Well, I'll tell you what, you've still got it. How would you like to work here as a lifeguard?"

"Uh- really?"

"Yes."

"Oh, uh, I'd love to, I have been looking for a job, but don't you think, um... well I've got a bit of a physical handicap and..."

"Mrs Rogers, of course, I'm not blind, I can see you have some... unusual characteristics, but based on what happened today, it looks like they don't get in the way too much, you were swimming faster than Jimmy does and you were far more attentive. He should have noticed that but of course he was distracted as usual. We need someone with your dedication to safety, and we are not prejudiced against any creed, condition or life choice here so long as you can do the job. The pay is pretty good. What do you say?"

Emily thought for a moment.

"That sounds great, sir. I'd be happy to lifeguard here."

"Excellent. Then the only thing left to discuss is uniform."

"Uniform?"

"We're not overly strict here, but we do require that all our staff wear a red bathing suit, so that they can easily be identified as lifeguards. Unfortunately, we do not have a suit to fit your figure, but perhaps you have a red suit of your own?"

"Well, I do-"

"Excellent. It's all sorted then. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, I should be-"

"Okay, well your first shift is at 2pm. I'm glad we had this talk! I'll see you tomorrow, Emily."

"Oh, uh, thank you sir."

Emily hoisted herself up and looked at the mustached man, who smiled and nodded at her, seemingly beckoning her to leave. A little flustered by the speed at which the conversation had happened, she awkwardly left the office. She had not managed to mention it before he had scheduled her in for a shift so soon, but Emily dreaded how her red bikini she hadn't worn since 15 was going to fit her now.

The manager smiled to himself. He had a feeling the pool attendance was going to start going up.

 

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EMILY, pt 3

"Oh, that's great!" Michael said, grinning. "I knew you'd get a job soon enough. I wish I had either your charm or experience, I might be as lucky."

Emily smiled.

"Don't worry, you'll get one soon. It's hard getting into anywhere at the moment unless you've already had 2 years experience doing exactly that."

"You can say that again."

"Yeah, but I've forgotten what I said already. "

"Unfortunately I don't have a story of heroic rescue to tell my potential employers!" he laughed. She laughed back, causing a little jiggle in the process.

"Oh yeah, that's great man." said Emily.

Michael was giving Emily a neck massage. He was sitting on the back of the couch while Emily sat below on the seat. Michael noticed she was wearing a better fitting bra now. That must have been what she meant by 'women's stuff'. God, what size was she wearing now? He doubted he'd get to see this one though, she hadn't left her bra on the ground since that night last week. She was wearing a lower cut top today, and looking down, Michael could see half a foot of jiggly cleavage. He told himself not to look there at a time like this. There was only a few inches between his groin and her head, and he was already starting to feel hard, especially after hearing her light moan of pleasure.

"How's college treating you?" she inquired.

"It's alright, a lot of work already."

"Had any luck in this new pool of single ladies? Genius ladies too, since your in a class of soon-to-be engineers." Michael perked up at this. Emily didn't normally ask about his romantic life.

"Um... wouldn't you like to know?"

"I would."

"Well, I'll tell you if you tell me. Any guys you've got your eye on?"

"Hm, well not really. I'm not really sure what I'm looking for yet. Alright, now you."

"Nah, haven't thought too much about it yet."

"Hm. What an underwhelming conversation." Emily quipped. The conversation had sparked something in Michael though. If she didn't have anyone she was pursuing even after starting college, maybe he had a chance. No, he told himself, don't be stupid. It's not like she's shown any signs of going after you either, and the last thing you want is to not only lose your dearest friend but have to work out new living arrangements as well. Just as these thoughts were going through his mind, he realized he'd stopped massaging her. Emily twisted to the side and Michael suddenly felt a warm, soft mass press into his leg. The outer flank of her right tit was pressed into his shin.

"Thanks Michael, you're the best." she smiled at him sweetly before pushing herself up off the couch and heading off to her room humming some slow song. Somehow those words were even more arousing to him than the mountains peaking out from her sides as she walked through her door and shut it behind her. He hoped she hadn't noticed the unusually visible lump in his pants.

Michael had not been entirely truthful to Emily. There had been someone in his class who he thought might have some romantic potential, but he didn't want to tell her because he didn't want to create the impression he was unavailable. Did that make sense? He wasn't sure, it was just a feeling in his mind. Anyway, the girl was named Yang, she was a Chinese student who was working with Michael on a project. She seemed to have taken an affection to Michael, although he wasn't sure if she had a crush on him or was just being friendly. She laughed a lot around him though, that was for sure. Unusually for an Asian girl, too, she was quite busty herself. Next to Emily of course, she would go completely unnoticed, but in a regular context, impressive. Michael thought she was perhaps a G-cup, and on a skinny little frame. Michael really had to stop thinking about Emily, there might be something there with Yang, and for a tit lover like him this could be a special opportunity.

On Monday Yang invited Michael over to her apartment, where she was living with a few friends, to work on their project. She seemed really excited about it, although when they were there, Michael never saw much of her friends, who pretty much left them alone after a quick introduction. Michael thought Yang was sweet, but he didn't really feel as enthusiastic around her as she did around him. Her English needed quite a bit of work, and she didn't always seem to get what he was saying, and vice versa. A lot of jokes went unnoticed. She did have a good mind for the subject, though, and was quite stimulating on the mind when they were discussing various avenues of going about something. He did miss a few things now and then when she was wearing a tank top and her large breasts wobbled as she pointed at sections of her work. His big tit obsession was serious. By the end of the week he had been to her apartment several times and it really did seem like she was flirting with him. For some reason he wasn't sure if he wanted to respond to it.

Michael had barely even spoken to Emily in the past week. Since she started her job, she hadn't really been around when he was home, but she was this evening. He came into the room and saw her sitting at the dining table, but not how she usually sat, with the seat pushed out and her breasts pushed underneath. No, her magnificent globes were lying on top of the table, and her arms and face were resting on them in her pink custom fit blouse. Michael was instantly enrapt by her bulging mammaries being compressed by her arms and face, but not for long did she remain this way. She must have been half-asleep when he came in, but upon hearing him jolted up and pushed her chair out, her teats sliding back and dropping below the level of the table. Michael chose to ignore what had just happened.

"Hey there, barely seen you around. Must be busy at work."

"Yeah, well..." she muttered under her breath.

"Huh? You alright?" Michael replied. She seemed a little down.

"Oh yeah, it's just I've got a couple of problems at work."

"Oh? What?"

"Well, you know what."

"Huh? How would I know, I don't work there."

"Oh what do you mean you don't know? I mean my boobs." Michael was taken aback. She didn't normally address them in conversation directly. "I mean, I don't know why you always act like they don't exist."

"I don't act like they don't exist. What are you talking about?"

"Everybody knows I'm the girl with the freakishly huge boobs, and I know you look at them like everyone else, but you never mention them to my face."

"Well I didn't think you'd want me to. I'm not denying they're there, I just figured, they get enough attention, you don't need to hear anything about them from me."

"It's just I feel like I can't talk about anything related to them around you sometimes."

"Well, you can. I don't care. You've got huge boobs Emily. There, okay? Look it doesn't matter to me, what matters is what's on your mind."

Emily paused a moment.

"Oh, I don't know why I even brought it up. It's just how it is at work, I have to wear this... I just feel like everyone's obsessed with them, more than usual. I feel so exposed. And... yeah you know I really don't want to talk about it right now. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to worry about, Emily. I'm sorry you have to go through that. If it bothers you too much, well maybe it's not the job for you."

"I dunno. I guess I'll have to think about it. Happier things to think about now."

"Wanna play a mariokart?"

"Not now. I've got a bit of a headache."

"Weak excuse, you know you can't beat me."

"Hm, we'll see once my head settles. I'll wipe the floor with you." Emily leaned forward and put her head in her hand, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

"You know I was thinking, you remember that place we went that one year when our families decided to vacation together?" she asked.

"Yeah, down by that cove. That was awesome. One of the best weeks of my life."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah."

"I was thinking maybe after the semester's over we should go back there together."

"That sounds great. Just the two of us?"

"Yeah, like old times. Except without your damn mother calling you back constantly."

"I remember you did that family portrait and stuck it on the fridge."

"Oh yeah! I was so proud of that!"

"I can't imagine why. I mean I love you, Emily, but you are no artist."

A lump appeared in Michael's throat. He had just said something he had wanted to say for a long time in an offhanded way without even thinking about it. Hopefully she wouldn't pick up on it. She smirked and rested her head on her palm.

"That I am not. I might play you in a little while. I think I need to have a nap. And not on the table this time."

The next day, Michael was back at Yang's apartment. They had been putting in a solid workload, and were sure to be ready by the beginning of next week.

"So you never tell me. Who lives with you." she said, in the middle of working on a calculation.

"Hm?"

"Your, uh, roommate? It is a girl you say? Your girlfriend?"

"No! No, just an old friend. Her name is Emily."

"She is friendly? You think she would like me?"

"Yeah, sure, why not? You're a bundle of joy." said Michael, not really sure what was coming out of his mouth.

"Haha! You're too nice to me!" she giggled. "Maybe next time we can study at your apartment?"

"Uh... maybe. We'll see." Yang looked at him and gave a bit of a sly smile. Michael was sitting on the couch, while Yang was at the desk. She got up and walked over to him, sitting down next to him. She was wearing a purple button up blouse with a v-neck day, and could that be a push-up bra? She had loads of cleavage today.

"Actually, I am glad she is not your girlfriend." smiled Yang. "I like you very much." She put her hand on his shoulder. "I think you like me too?" Michael did not know how to react, so he made no move. Yang leaned in and pressed her large, round lips against his, and pulled him into an embrace. It was wet, and there was tongue, but after about 10 seconds, Michael pulled back, to her protest.

"What's wrong?" she said, sad. "You not like me?"

"I'm sorry. It's hard to explain. It's not that I don't like you. Uh... I'm a little confused right now. I gotta go. Sorry." Michael picked up his papers, shoved them in his satchel and was right out the door.

As he wandered back to his and Emily's apartment his mind was buzzing with thought. He knew he was attracted to Yang. He also knew it was largely physical. So was his attraction to Emily, which was far greater, but he knew there was more to that, too. The only thing he knew for sure was all he could think about when Yang kissed him was Emily. That was it. Part of him was terrified that this would be a massive mistake, but he felt he had to tell Emily how he felt, and hopefully if she didn't return it they could get past it, and maybe he could move on knowing the full situation. There were worse scenarios he could think of, and better ones, but that was what he thought was a reasonable hope to hold on to.

He stopped at the door. He closed his eyes and calmed himself down. He needed to act normal until he was ready. He could hear music playing from inside. He opened the door, finding that the radio was on loud, but Emily was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she was in her bedroom, so he walked up to the door and opened it.

And then he saw something he never thought he would. A man was naked on the bed facing away from him, thrusting his pelvis between a pair of paler, female legs. It was quick. There were sounds of the convulsion of two people going at it hard. The woman in question was not moving above the legs, of course she couldn't. He could not see her head at all, but of course it was undeniably Emily, which was in fact the reason he couldn't see her head, despite being on an angle to him. On the side that was closer to him, lay, on the bed beside her torso, one massive quivering mass of fat that was Emily's right breast, seen for the first time, in it's naked glory. Her arm wrapped over the top, grasping onto and partially obscuring a nipple, while she moaned in pleasure. This gigantic breast, and the fraction of the left one, which was obscured by the male, raised off the surface of the mattress nearly a foot, and that was even with them spread out as they were. Each thrust caused the fatty tissue to jiggle and shift. Of course, he only saw about 6 thrusts in as many seconds before the man turned his head and Michael slammed shut the door. Michael's heart raced, and within moments he had an uncontrollable ejaculation. Still in a state of shock, Michael ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He had no idea how Emily would react after this, or even how he would, for that matter.

 

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EMILY, pt 4

Emily looked in the mirror. She had just managed the difficult task of squeezing her bikini down over her breasts and hoisting them up into it. If the blue one she wore the other day was inadequate this was like trying a mailman trying to fit a package into a letter slot. It was a red bandeau bikini that had been sized to fit her in her teens. Of course, that was 3 years ago, back when she was an L-cup. A 34L on her current chest was nothing. The band was wrapped around her torso, and widened out into thicker bands of padded fabric that tied together with a small metal ring in the middle of her chest, they were almost like bra-cups but without an underwire. She had some noticeable spillage in the other top but this just looked completely absurd to Emily. The extreme tightness of the top lifted her tits up nearly as much as her firmer bras, not allowing them to droop beneath her belly button and pushing boob up and out as her pale, creamy breast-meat spilled over the top like a souffle. Her breasts hadn't just made a shelf, they rose up from where they began to a hill that peaked slightly below the level of her collar bone, and while the bikini pulled her breasts in to about 8-9 inches projection, an extra 3 inches or so spilled forward. The straps that went from the cups to around her neck cut these bloated hills in half, and a d-cup's worth of excess breast burst out the bottom.

Emily didn't see how she could reasonably be expected to wear this. She bobbed up and down slightly as a test, and her breasts heaved up and down, back and forth like jello. Looking at the bikini in her reflection, it couldn't have covered much beyond the edges of her areolas, which had grown significantly since that age. Her bouncing had even lodged the edge of one out, and she almost missed it since it was on the underside of the mound that had burst over the top, but sure enough, when she pressed her hand into it, squishing the flesh around her fingers, she could clearly see the edge of a light chocolatey brown circle of sensitive flesh. She tugged on the cup and managed to cover it up with about an inch spare above it. God, this was going to be a struggle, but what choice did she have? Her boss would not allow her to go in without a red swimsuit. She was going to place one on order tomorrow that would be much more appropriate, but for now she had no other option but to wear this tiny little thing.

Her first day was more or less uneventful. The manager told her that her swimsuit would do fine for the time being, somewhat to her surprise, and took her through some of the basics before the guests arrived. Emily was certain there was a certain hunger in his eyes when looking at her bulging juggs. Once everyone was there, she found she didn't really have anything to deal with the first day, that is, apart from trying to ignore the countless stares and frequent wolf-whistles. During the later part of the day, she noticed a lot more younger men showing up than had been there the previous day. Over the next few days she was mostly telling people not to run near the pool and broke up a few raucous groups with her whistle.

On her fourth day her first emergency happened. She was sitting on the lifeguard stand leaning forward, with her breasts lightly resting on her crossed arms, the milky tops peering over the cups. There were a a group of guys in one corner who kept looking back at her and snickering between each other. On the other side of the pool, she heard some light thrashing and then saw a young man lying face down in the water. Emily waited a second in case he was playing, but he seemed unconscious. She bounded up and jogged down the steps of the small tower. She clasped her breasts in her right arm while her left grasped the railing, but it was of limited use. They bounced around the form of her arm, and each time they fell, knocked a little bit of wind out of Emily. Already she wasn't sure she was cut out for this job. She ran up to the edge, her teats bounding up and down within their inadequate confines. The tops of her milky mounds even lightly tapping her chin a few times. The whole pool was in awe as she leapt into the water, creating a loud slap as her tits slammed into the surface. If it weren't for the neck strap, Emily was certain she would have lost her top. She swam as fast as she could to the guy, who had long blonde hair and an athletic body, and grabbed around him. His torso pressed up against her gigantic breast, she pulled him to the edge. Something felt weird, her skin being lightly knocked as the man was moving to the edge. She pulled him out and lifted herself up, and leaned over him to resuscitate when she saw what had been touching her. The guy had a raging hardon sticking up like a tent through his shorts. The guy's face, eyes closed, flicked into a smile, before he burst out laughing. Emily felt squeezing on the bottom of her breast. She looked down, shocked, to see she had rested it on the guys arm and his hand seemed to be lightly kneading her breast tissue. She lurched back onto her butt, alarmed.

"You think that's funny? Fuck off, pervert!"

"Hey, sorry, did I do something wrong? I was just seeing how long I could hold my breath, then I get grabbed. I was so confused, I didn't know what to do, so I just lay there, and let whatever happened happen."

"Fuck you! You did that on purpose."

"I barely moved a muscle, I didn't do anything, babe. By the way, you've got a little..." He motioned, sitting up, to his nipple, and circled it, grinning at Emily. Emily looked down to see that her left nipple was close to escaping the little top, and her puffy brown areola was peaking out, and the horndog of a guy she had 'rescued' could see that if they had come out fully they might have been 4 inches or so across.
"Jesus, how does an incredible thing like you come to exist?" he said.

"Fuck. You." Emily grunted.

The manager had him kicked out right away. He apologized profusely to Emily and promised to set up a fine for any false alarms when it came to emergencies. He also said she could have the rest of the day off without pay. The large group of boys in the pool seemed let down when she left, and the pool before long became much emptier. The manager wasn't sure Emily was totally into this job, but either for the freakshow value or titilation, her juggs were a star attraction. He had to find a way to ensure they kept business up even when she was gone.

Emily was feeling better the next morning. She had finally gotten to have a good night with Michael again. She felt so natural with him, after all, they had been close for so many years. He was like family, and here, so far from her real family, that was nice. She sometimes thought about dating Michael, but she didn't know if he would be interested, plus she liked the dynamic they already had, and she really wanted to find someone new and exciting.

Of course, it was hard finding a guy who could look past her breasts, whether loving them or being freaked out by them. One might have thought she could get any guy she wanted. This wasn't quite true. She could have reeled plenty of guys, mostly huge tit freaks who couldn't for a moment look her in the eyes, even the ones who were normally smooth had trouble. However, there was actually a pretty large proportion who felt her size was so absurd it wasn't nice. The first guy she had been on a date with said he liked her but found her breasts a little intimidating. "A handful is enough for me." he said. He was nice but after that comment she never felt sexy around him. She felt like she most wanted someone who could appreciate her body and her mind just the way it was. The other guy she had dated briefly was Eric, who was dumb as a bag of hammers, but gorgeous, and a pretty nice guy. This was the guy she lost her virginity to, and he was a tit man for sure. That relationship was almost purely physical, and lasted a few weeks, ended by her. She refused to send him pics, knowing what was liable to happen to those. That was months ago, and she hadn't been laid since. She wasn't really a hyper-sexual person, and really would rather masturbate most of the time rather than deal with pickups and the aftermath. She was looking for a more personal thing than just the attention of every horny guy in a club.

She enjoyed college. Her class was full of interesting and like-minded people, who had a passion for marine life and conservation. There were a few guys there who seemed nice, perhaps she would be able to find a good boyfriend afterall. She also liked how it was different to high school in that much less attention was payed to her physical appearance. She was able to go through a day with mostly respect and her chest not being much the subject of attention. The stares weren't even too bad. After classes had ended for the day, Emily took the bus down to the pool, went for the changerooms and got into her ridiculously small bikini. She had ordered a new red one-piece which should be ready within the next few days, and would fit her without spillage. Damn, that would be a relief. Emily brushed her wavy brown hair out of her eyes and went out to watch the pool, hopefully no more horny idiots pretending to drown just to feel her up. At least now there was a sign clearly up warning about a $500 fine.

The day was another fairly easy one, she pretty much sat in the stand the whole time. The pool was massively full today, but everyone seemed pretty well behaved. She had a weird feeling that eyes were on her constantly. Towards the end of the day she had to break up a group of young boys who were getting a little rough with playfighting. They seemed to zone out completely once she started yelling at them. When her shift was over, she clambered down the steps and began to walk towards the door, when a young man came up to her with a camera.

"No cameras allowed in the pool." she told him sternly. "Didn't you read the sign? I've got to have a look at what you've taken today, and if there's anything from inside the facility I'm going to have to delete it."

"Oh no!" laughed the guy. "I work here, the manager's asked me to take photos of all the staff for promotional purposes."

"Promotional purposes?"

Emily burst into the manager's office, her breasts swinging back and forth.

"What's this about taking photos of the staff?" she demanded.

"It's for promotional purposes, to show us as a community friendly centre."

"Do you always do this?"

"This is the first time we've developed this particular campaign."

"I'll tell you what it is. You didn't hire me because I'm a good lifeguard! I can't run, I can't swim fast, you hired me because of these!" She poked her finger into one of her globes, swallowing it whole. "I'm like some freakshow attraction, to bring in all these horny teenagers."

"Now calm down, it's not like that at all, you're a good lifeguard."

"You know what? I don't need this. I quit."

"No! Wait, come on, you can't quit! I'll raise your wages!"

Emily looked at him with a cynical, disgusted face. "Thanks for confirming my suspicions." she said, and left.

Emily was at the station, on her way home. The train arrived and she hopped on board, dressed in casual clothes again. She looked around. All the seats were filled. Damn, it was busy. She couldn't ask all these old ladies to get up, even with her impairment. Behind her, more busy commuters got on board, and Emily found herself pushed to the back. 'When are they going to stop?' Emily asked herself. She started to feel the people were closing in around her, and the courtesy which was generally payed to avoiding touching her dramatic form no longer became an option. A man was pushed back into her one of her melons, and felt the soft pillow on his back. He apologized as he turned his head and saw what had happened, but soon more people were following suit. One guy obviously was enjoying it and didn't really care, just looked away from her as if he somehow didn't notice his arm nuzzling against her tit and feeling the slight bump where her nipple pressed into her bra. Emily's back was up against the corner, so she figured having her tits squished up against the side was better than all these people. She excused herself as she carefully turned around, sliding against all the men and women in front of her, but was surprised when the friction broke and her breasts spun around, hitting, not the wall, but some guy she hadn't noticed, standing in the corner, distracted by his music. Her breasts ended up hitting him right in the middle, squeezing around either side of him, so he was practically locked in by her boobs as if caught in a soft, juicy vice. Emily recognized the shocked man.

"Eric?" she said, surprised. His headphones had fallen from his ears. He was a tall, well-built guy with short black hair and a well-chiseled face.
"Oh my god. Emily, You for real?" They both looked down at their awkward fleshy situation.

"Oh god, sorry man. I don't think I can move an inch. I've already got a bunch of people squished up against my butt."

"Well fuck, I'm not complaining! Jesus! Have you grown? You look massive! No offense or anything."

"Uh, yeah. After we broke up I had a growth spurt. Could you keep it down though?"

"Oh yeah, sorry babe. What size are you now?"

"None of your business, alright? We're not together anymore."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say. Jesus though. Wow. So you just visiting or did you move?"

"I moved in here with Michael."

"Oh yeah that guy. I remember you mentioned him. You a couple now?"

"No! Just friends, but we're going to college together, so it made sense."

"What you studying?"

"Marine biology."

"And he wants to be a train driver, yeah?"

"An engineer, completely different thing."

"Nice. I missed you these past 6 months."

"Yeah, I bet you missed parts of me."

"I won't deny it, but not just that though. You're a cool chick. You got anyone else?"

"Nah."

"Why not? You could have any guy on this train."

"What is this, the inquisition? I'll do what I want."

"You wanna do me?" Emily laughed, causing Eric to look down at his chest, where her milkbags pressed into harder as she chuckled.

"Great line. Not really in the mood to hear that right now. Had a shitty day."

"I'm serious. I'm good and you're something special. It'll be like old times." Emily rolled her eyes, but soon felt a familiar tingle of pleasure emanating from her favourite erogenous zone. Concealed by her massive mammaries, Eric's hand had moved up and begun to rub his thumb around the area where her nipple was. 'Damn me for wearing my thinner bra today' she thought. She felt weak, falling to the intoxicating feeling. It had been a long time.

"Hey, stop." she whispered. "You're gonna make them hard... alright, let's go to my place okay?"

"Sounds sweet." Eric replied with a sly grin.

 

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EMILY, pt 5

It was the morning after Michael had walked in on Emily lying on bed with a mysterious man mounting her. Nothing had been said since then. Michael had had a long bath, and by the time he got out, Emily's room was quiet, but she was still inside. She did not come out at all that night. Michael could tell she must have been very uncomfortable with him bursting in on them having sex and wondered if he was still there. Now, Michael was eating some cereal and replaying over and over in his mind those few seconds after he reached for Emily's bedroom door.

That enormous pale gumdrop of a mammary gland that lay obscuring Emily's head sat in the forefront of his thoughts, with her hand squeezing the top, the fat sliding back and forth from in front of her hand to behind it. Her flawless, milky white skin, which looked so soft to touch. He couldn't help but imagine his lips and tongue all over those massive teats. Her fingers gripping tensely over her nipple, twitching in a state of ecstasy. Her nipple. In the shock of the moment, he hadn't had time to fully take in what he was seeing, but he had never seen them so close to revealed before. From his foggy memory, he didn't get a good look at the nipples themselves, but he remembered the areolas. Huge circles that stuck out around the edges of her hand and then some, they must have been the size of small dinner plates. A beautiful, medium brown, very round with clearly defined edges. He remembered her Montgomery glands, little protrusions which intuitively signified in his mind some incredible feeling of lust and arousal in his friend. And he remembered a projection to some extent, although squashed beneath her hand, rising up out of the surface of her breast like a tit all it's own. For some reason he hadn't thought before that her nipples might be puffy, he had never heard of such a thing on a girl larger than a D-cup.

Back in the real world, her door began to creak open, putting Michael in a sudden state of shock again. It opened and Emily walked out, wearing pajama shorts and a tank-top over her new flesh-tone bra. With this well-fitting piece of equipment on, Emily's breasts were raised a lot higher than when she was braless and they fell to her hips. Her size meant that unlike nearly every other girl on the planet, her bra-covered breasts didn't quite project out straight, but had no choice (as the band had to sit around her rib-cage) but to start heading diagonally down at the bottom, then curving up and out about navel level. It also pushed her breasts out to about 14 or so inches in front of her chest. This meant that even with a very thick and strong band, there was still considerably more breast "hanging" than with an ordinary busty girl, and her shoulders still took quite a lot of weight. Years of exercises had helped her cope, but had left permanent indentations in her shoulders. The tank-top showed some considerable creamy cleavage, and Michael was sure she would think him a terrible creep if he were to stare at it now after last night. He looked down and kept eating his cereal. Emily sat diagonally across from him.

"Morning, Michael." she said, softly. He awkwardly looked up at her eyes, mumbled "Good morning" back to her and went back to eating. She sighed.

"Well, I guess you've seen me naked now. Makes up for that incident 5 years back." she joked, trying to lighten the mood by referring to the time she had walked in on him changing.

"Um... if it makes you feel any better, I barely saw anything, I was kinda too shocked to take it in." That was a bit of a white lie. He got a pretty good view. His mind now wondered to the man, who he had an instinct to hate with white hot rage, although he knew it was nothing more than jealousy.

"I hope I didn't weird you out too much." she said.

"Oh! No, it's fine. I'm sorry I walked in, I didn't think."

"You seem kinda weirded out. Was it my..."

"No! I was... I was just, I dunno, I didn't expect to see you with a guy. Um... Not that it matters, you can do anything you want. I mean! - Uh - I'm glad you've got someone, or if it was just a one time thing too I mean good on you, for - uh-" Michael wanted to shoot himself. What the fuck was he saying?

"Michael, it's alright, calm down. That was Eric, the guy I dated for a couple of weeks earlier this year. We just met on the train, and... well, you saw what happened. After you showed up... we talked a little, and I think we will be seeing each other for a little while, casually. He's a good guy, you'd get along."

Michael stared at her a moment.

"Of course, you have no obligation to get along! This is my thing, you don't have to be involved."
"Involved? Why would I-?"

"I just meant you don't have to be friends or anything. He'll be around now and then, if you want to hang out, feel free, if not, that's fine too."

"Oh yeah, of course, no problem." Michael said, still looking like a stunned fish.

"I do kind of wish you hadn't seen that. I mean, I don't know how you feel about my body, I hope it doesn't complicate things by having seen your friend in a sexual context.

"Emily! I - Haha!" Michael stuttered with nervous laughter. "No! I don't see you that way! No! I mean you're my best friend, I wouldn't-"

"Michael, I understand you're a guy and I'm a girl, I don't mind so long as-"

"Nop! Haha! You've got it all wrong Em! I don't even... I mean you're not quite my type. I don't mean that in a bad way! You're gorgeous and a lot of guys would think so, but just, uh, not for me, so don't even worry about that one bit! Uh, I'm actually seeing someone!" He blurted out.

Despite assuming she would feel relief, as Michael denied his sexual attraction to Emily, she began to find a strange sinking feeling overcoming her. She had never been sure if Michael's stares at her chest were of a sexual nature or merely merely curiosity and marvel at the novelty of her incredible size and form. She had always tended to tell herself it was the latter, as she wasn't sure how she felt about the possibility of her best friend looking at her lustfully. So why now did she feel somehow rejected. Why did she suddenly feel like she wanted him to be attracted to her body? Why did she feel so crushed hearing that he was in a relationship?
"Oh... Really?" she asked, feigning pleasant curiosity. "Is it that girl from your class? The Chinese one?"

"Yang. Yeah, it's her. Yeah we've been having a real nice time together and one thing lead to another and yeah, like I said, we're a... thing... now..." Michael hoped Yang hadn't changed her mind since yesterday. He had been given his answer from Emily, albeit a lot more visually than verbally, and he decided he had no choice but to go through with what he said he would. He would give Yang what she wanted, and give himself the best thing he could have, as he knew now he had no chance with Emily. It was time to move on. Emily smiled at him awkwardly and put her hand on his.

"Good on you man." she said, perhaps a little less enthusiastically than she had intended to.

Michael arrived at Yang's apartment. A little after knocking, the door opened to reveal Yang standing there in a soft pink nightgown. Her impressive breasts were braless beneath the fabric, standing firm, with two clear points where her nipples poked out. Without a bra they sat a little bit apart, creating a wavy strip in the nightgown between them where the material had stretched and become malformed. He looked up to her face. Her soft, lightly tanned skin looked so delicate in the morning light, and her big, brown eyes looked into him with a certain longing. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders and all the way to her waist, and was silky smooth and gorgeous. She had an expression of shy hope on her face, as she looked up at him, and Michael could still sense the vibrant energy inside her. Now he knew how to feel about Emily, he was able to see her for the beauty she really was.

"Hey, Yang." he began. "I'm sorry about running off yesterday, I've had some stuff on my mind and I wasn't sure what to think... but if you still want to give me a chance... I'd really like to take you out to dinner tonight." Yang smiled, the liveliness returning to her face.

 

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EMILY, pt 6

Michael and Yang were on their first date. They realized they had to wait a few days as their schedules wouldn't allow it, but now they were here. Michael had picked a nice riverside restaurant, totally guessing, but fortunately the food was nice. Now, chatting with Yang and enjoying conversation, he realized his feelings for Emily had caused him to block himself off from the opportunity right in front of him. Yang was a smart, slightly ditzy, in a social sense, but a fun girl. She didn't know how to close her mouth for long, but Michael didn't mind. He was enjoying hear her go on about her crazy family and her tennis classes. Michael, as always, was a little distracted by her chest. He imagined her in her tennis top, her juggs bounding about inside her sports bra. Or what if it was just a bikini. Okay. Getting into ridiculous fantasy territory there. As it was, she was wearing a plunging neckline blouse that was taught with elastic at the bottom of her breasts, showing their full form, and cleavage all the way to the bottom. After their dinner had ended, Michael smiled at Yang.

"So how about we take a walk down by the shoreline?" he asked. She leaned in and spoke quietly in his ear.

"To be honest, I not sure I feel like walking. I think maybe we get back to what we didn't finish the other day." She smiled mischievously, raising her eyebrows a little.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

She pushed him and he fell onto the bed. Normally diminutive, she now towered above him, silhouetted by her bedroom light. For such a sweet and playful girl, she really knew how to take control. He tried to rise up to kiss her but she pushed him back down. Her breasts shook and squashed together as she unzipped her skirt, revealing black underwear, and she lowered herself down, straddling him, her vagina warm and pressed against his lower abdomen, his boner rising against her ass. His pants were already down around his ankles and he pushed them off. Yang leaned down and her soft pillows pressed against Michael's shirt-covered chest.
"Get this off you." she said, as he felt her nipples grazing through the two layers of fabric. She leaned back and began to unbutton his shirt, still straddling him. Michael reached out and put his palm over her supple young breast. For a compulsive breast-lover like himself, this was kind of a dream. Her breast was soft, but firm, and his hand sunk into her squishy flesh through her silky top. He could feel a rock hard nub beneath his palm. His thumb edged around into her cleavage and he put it under the hem, feeling her warm olive skin. She giggled with excitement.

"You really like them!" she smiled. "They are 30G." With that, Michael's arousal grew, and he pulled the left strap of her top to the side, revealing her nipple. He could feel wetness coming through her panties, as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. Her areolas were fairly small, but bumpy. A dark brown color. Her nipples had not seemed terribly big before when they peaked through her clothed, but now she was really aroused, and they were incredible. About as thick as his little finger, they poked out over half an inch, and as he rubbed his thumb against the exposed one, it was hard as a rock. Yang moaned with pleasure. They seemed sensitive.

"I want you on top." she commanded, and sunk her pillows into him again, beginning to make out furiously. They rolled over, and together, pulled off Michael's shirt. Then off came their underwear, and Michael could see how wet she was. He had always been, strangely, more into a girl's secondary sexual characteristics than her vagina, but right now he knew he needed to be inside her. She was pretty tight, even though he was only slightly above average, but they were soon locked together, and she was bouncing on top of his dick. He held her gyrating hips as he felt his member sliding in and out, her sensual movements enhanced ten-fold by the spectacular motion of her breasts. They flailed freely, and she seemed to feel no need to hold them down despite their size. When they rose, they squashed up against her clavicle and looked like they were about to hit her chin, and then they fell, stretching out and slapping her hard in the ribs and against each other, rippling and pushing away into another set of concentric circles.

"Fuck me!" she yelled. "Squeeze my nipple!" Michael gladly complied and grabbed the breast he hadn't attended to. She squirted. She gripped around his chest, her nails starting to dig into him a little more than he'd like but he could deal with a lot more pain than this for this experience. It was kind of hot even. Michael found it strange how ravenous this sweet girl had become once in the sack.

"Fuck me harder!" she yelled, and Michael flipped them over again, thrusting away at record speed for him. She began to moan loudly, and soon, fingers digging into her ample G-cup titflesh, jiggling as he rode her, he reached full orgasm and burst inside her. Michael was surprised given his weakness at breasts like these that he had lasted so long.

Michael awoke early the next morning, and rolled over to look at Yang. Though under the covers, he could see her hand stretching down to her crotch, and her thick tits sitting one atop the other as she lay sideways facing him. She was still deep asleep, her adorable face looking so innocent now, a little bit of saliva coming from the edge of her mouth. Gross? No, she was human, that's all. Michael stroked her long black hair, but did not wake her. He realized at this point that he hadn't had any serious thought about Emily all day. He hadn't done that since his first girlfriend, and even then... He leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket on the ground. When he had gone on his first date she had sent him a text afterwards, asking how it went, so maybe she had done so again. He found that it wasn't so. He felt oddly disappointed but then remembered. Of course, he thought. 'She thinks we were already a couple beforehand'.

Yang eventually awoke and her and Michael had breakfast together, before Yang left for work and Michael headed home. He had just got a job himself, part time in a hardware store. As he was heading home he wondered about Emily. It had been 3 days since he walked in on her doing the deed. He couldn't help wonder how many times she had done it since then. Maybe she and Eric had been going at it non-stop. He hadn't really seen him around the apartment. One time when he got home from work the day before his date, but he was just getting a drink of water in the kitchen and then slipped back into Emily's room. Michael heard some faint female giggling and then put on headphones. He didn't need to hear what was going on.

Emily was not home that night, but the next night, he got home and she was sitting on the couch. She was watching some sitcom reruns and seemed sad. He also noticed something about what she was wearing, and what she wasn't. Basically, she was wearing two tank-tops, both with thick straps, a white one and a blue one over that. They were both pretty low cut and showed miles of cleavage. It wasn't bursting out the top like usual, well, a little, but not as much, because she wasn't wearing a bra at all. Michael was not very used to seeing her wearing no bra and so few layers. Her gargantuan teats were too thick to sit comfortable on her lap, and in her slouching position, they sat on her legs, but also poured off to the sides, resting into the cushion of the couch. Michael could swear he could tell they were getting bigger. Most significantly, he could now see an outline of her nipples, which tented out the fabric, incredible fat lumps, wider than thimbles and nearly as prominent. Michael had never seen them so clearly, his eyes wanted to burst out of their sockets. 'Don't think about them. Don't think about them'. He could even make out the form of her puffy areolas as they pushed out the form of her top.

'Your friend is clearly upset.' he told himself. 'Get out of your horndog mind for one minute and console her.'

She obviously knew he was there, but she didn't look away from the TV. She wasn't crying, she just had this tired look in her eyes, slightly lonesome. He sat down on the opposite side of the couch, away from the temptation of her humongous titties but close enough to have a personal conversation.

"You okay?" he asked. She turned and looked at him.

"Yeah..." she sighed.

"Is it something with Eric?"

"He didn't do anything. It was all me. He was great."

"What did you do?"

"I told him I didn't want to keep seeing him."

"Huh? Why? You seemed to be enjoying each other's company."

"Haha! Yeah, well, we enjoyed each other's 'company' I suppose. Only a certain kind of company of course."

"Hm, well, is there anything wrong with that kind of company?"

"No..." she trailed. "It was great. But..."

"But?" he asked, a little confused and strangely uncomfortable to be hearing this.

"I've been feeling my mind is elsewhere. So I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. And wouldn't you know it? Now I miss him."

"Well, to be honest, Emily, he seems like the kind of guy who would be happy to keep things very casual."

"Yeah, he is. But to be honest, there's this guy... in my class, who I have a thing for. It's not going to happen with him, he's taken, but I keep thinking about him lately." She looked down.

"Look, Em. I've been in that situation, I know what it's like. And I understand what you're going through. You probably feel like you don't want to be with anyone else. But if you get to narrow minded about it, you may be limiting yourself from the options that you have right now, and you're a gorgeous girl, you've got plenty of options. You don't want to make the feeling worse by not having anyone there to keep you happy. I had to wait a while before I found Yang, you don't have to worry about that!"

Emily smirked. "Nah, I just feel for me, it's a personal thing I guess, it's actually easier to not think about him when I'm not lying with some guy on top of me - uh - you know! And imagining it to be him. Sorry if that's a bit graphic! Anyway, I'm not alone, I've got you, buddy!" she said jokingly but affectionately, and punched him in the arm. Michael started to feel butterflies again, the sort he didn't really feel with Yang, but put it out of his mind.

"How is it going with Yang anyway?" she asked, slightly awkwardly.

"Yeah, it's really great. Better than Sylvia." he said. Sylvia being the name of his first girl.

"Oh, good..." Emily said weakly.

"What are you watching this crap, for?" Michael commented. "You're going to numb your brain too much until there's nothing left. What do you say we put a movie?"

"Hmm.... sure! I pick!" Emily got up and picked one of her favorites. It was one of those weird French films Michael didn't really get, but that was her thing. She sat back down, Right next to Michael, a little too close for comfort even, and Michael subtly tucked his dick between his legs to avoid any incidents. As she sat, her left breast pretty much fell straight against his arm and lap, and he immediately began to get hard, and then even more unexpectedly, Emily leaned to the left, pushing her breast right into the middle of him. Did she realize what she was doing? Her soft nipple was almost touching the inside of his thigh as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on his right one.

"I hope this is alright." she said quietly. "As much as I think I made the right decision for me, right now I need to hold someone." As much as on one hand it was amazing, Michael wasn't sure if it was alright. He held his legs tight against each other, hoping his serious boner wouldn't pop up and smack her in the tit. His heart was racing. The movie titles came up on screen. This movie was probably two hours long, and he was half under a massive, soft, seriously heavy udder of his best friend, who he had just managed to keep largely off his mind. It rose and fell with her breath. He had a girlfriend now. Was she trying to seduce him? Was she just upset and absent minded? How would Yang feel if she saw them like this? These were all pressing questions, but none so pressing as whether he would be able to last even half-way through this movie without blowing his load.

 

[sandoval2099]

EMILY, pt 7

Max had never been to the aquarium before. He wandered through the long glass tunnel, looking up the glistening water above. He was amazed by the shoals of fish swimming above his head, and there were reefs and rocks surrounding. To one side he saw a large dogfish slowly propelling itself through the water. To the other, a grouper was hiding amongst the rocks. It was huge, he thought to himself. Watching a small stingray flutter by, he wondered if he would see any of the larger stingrays or sharks he had been told by his friends were in the aquarium.

"Have you seen the starfish over here?" his mother asked.

"Mum, starfish are boring." replied Max.

"They're pretty cool. This one's got really long feathery arms."

"They are so boring." he moaned.

A shadow came over Max, the overhead light being blocked. It must have been something big, like a shark, he thought, and looked up. The creature floating over the curved glass above him was not fish, but human, but it did cast quite a shadow. It was a woman, who's overall figure was not too unusual, apart from a certain part of her morphology. She was dressed in appropriate scuba diving gear for the aquarium keepers, but her wetsuit was of unusual dimensions, and Max was old enough to understand what it was that stretched out her wetsuit in the torso, making it nearly two feet across at the widest point and stretching down to the women's hips.

"Mom, why does that woman have such huge boobies?" he asked.

"Max! That's a rude thing to say!"

"Why?"

"It's very rude to make a comment on someone's appearance, especially private - Oh my lord."

Max's mother had seen the woman too now, and was somewhat relieved it was not somebody inside the tunnel who could hear them, and at the same time completely taken aback. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. There must have been more blubber in this woman's tits than in some of the seals that had been swimming about. Her wetsuit was so stretched out that there must have been big spaces inside to fill up with water and make it harder to swim. She wondered about the sheer practicality of it all. The woman was carrying a bucket and heading to feed some of the smaller sharks, and Max's mother couldn't help but stare as two tremendous globes floated above her, slight dents in the thick wetsuit fabric staring down at her like eyes. The woman paddling her feet slowly passed, and as she lowered down, Max's mother watched her perspective change, and saw the way her fatty breasts floated beneath her horizontal body almost like seperate beings in and of themselves. She was massive. Heading away, she also noticed the girl had a sizeable, juicy ass that stuck out in her wetsuit. Faint memories of the experiments she was too scared to try but thought about regularly in college came to her mind.

"Mom! Now you're being rude! Stop staring!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry, Max. You're right. It is rude. Let's... go have a look over here."

Emily surfaced from the tank, having finished the first round of feeding, and began removing her heavy gear.. Somewhat embarrassingly, part of her procedure had come to involve restraining her breasts in one hand while pulling out her collar with the other and leaning over, allowing the excess water which always gathered in the crevasses of her chest to pour out quickly rather than slowly drain over a number of minutes. Laila couldn't help but smirk when she saw this.

Emily looked over to her new workmate.

"You wouldn't think it was so funny if it was you." she said, half-joking, half-annoyed.

"Oh no, I'm sorry Em. You're right. I feel bad for you, girl, I don't know how you manage with those things."

"It's something you eventually get used to." Emily replied. "Keep up the exercise, wear good bras, it's something you can deal with. I don't have any real back pain... yet."

Emily was enjoying her new job. She may not have been the most qualified person yet, but she certainly knew what she was doing, and was breezing her way through her first year of study, having taken an interest in marine life from a young age. One of her classmates worked there and had recommended her to them, knowing she was a strong swimmer as well. Laila had befriended her, a slightly snarky girl who could name every animal and plant in the tank. She was getting ready to go into the seal tank. She was a tall, slim girl with maybe DD-cup boobs herself. Emily noticed that most of the women that worked at the place, herself included, wore a bikini under their wetsuits, but Laila wore a bra, and she was about to find out why.

"Trust me though, I know what it's like living with something weird on your chest." she said. "Not that I mean to insult you by saying weird of course. I mean, they're boobs, not alien parasites or anything."

"You look pretty normal on the chest to me." remarked Emily, as Laila took off her work shirt, to reveal her conservative black bra.

"Yeah, well that's because you've never seen me naked." Laila said. "Here, look, I'll show you." Laila unhooked her bra at the back and pulled it forward, revealing her topless chest to Emily, who then saw what she meant. Emily reevaluated her cupsize estimate. Laila was maybe a large C or small D worth of tissue, and the rest of her size had been an illusion created by padding. There was a reason for that padding. Laila's pale areolas, a light pink, were incredibly puffy, as big as the rest of her breasts. They were a few inches wide but were longer than they were wide, and projected straight out, not sagging at all. It was like she had a flat, wide pair of B-cups with another thinner, much pointier pair on top. Then, on top of that, half-inch long nipples that were not cylindrical like Emily's but domes. Her areolas had visible veins running through them, and prominent montgomery glands. Her bizarre breasts had the appearance of 3 tiered minarets, like on some Eastern places of worship, and that wouldn't have been a terribly out-there comparison, as they had been worshiped as such by a few men and women in Laila's life. Emily was momentarily fascinated by these bulbous projections of areolas. Her own were certainly quite puffy, but nothing like this. Slight movements caused a taught jiggling in her perky breasts and enormous areolas, which were so huge as to curve outwards slightly, like they were too tight around the edges. Emily couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to squeeze those, push them into her breasts and watch them pop out again.

Laila put her bra back on before taking off her pants and getting into the wetsuit.

"I don't want to stay topless too long or I'll give the boys all a show, but you see what I mean. It's not o the same level of physical impairment as you, of course, but I do have to wear super thick bras so my nips don't stick out like fucking doorknobs."

"Yeah, I can see what you mean." Emily said. "Do guys find it weird or do they like it? I find there's a real mixed reaction with mine."

"Oh yeah, same here, at least at first, it can really freak some people out, but that phase doesn't last long most of the time. Guys love anything bigger than usual."

"Yeah, not always." said Emily, looking a little offhandedly despondent. "To an extent maybe, but my roommate is one example. He doesn't like girls who are too big in the chest department."

Laila perked her eyebrows up. "Do I detect a hint of disapointment there? You've got a crush on this guy!" Emily chuffed and looked away for a moment.

"Yeah, I think I do. Which is so fucking weird because I've known him most of my life and we never even considered it, and all of a sudden he gets a girlfriend and I start feeling this way. It's dumb, I know. It's just one of those "want what you can't have" things.

"That's always the way, love." Laila comforted. "Guess you can't help it if he's not attracted to you. Are you sure you tried waving your tits at him and he didn't get a hardon?"

"Not that I've noticed!" Emily chuckled.

"Well I'll just say that you never know. He could change his mind. Most relationships don't last forever. Maybe you'll get a chance to give things a chance some day. But no use worrying about it now. You'll kill yourself if you do that."

"Yeah I know. I've just tried not to think about what he's doing with that girl."

"Mmm. Oh shit, I've been killing too much time talking about boobs and relationships, I'd better get down there." Laila laughed, putting on her tank.

After work, Emily took a walk in the local park to do a bit of thinking. She had this weird urge to seduce Michael now. She felt kind of guilty, knowing he was in a relationship, but he was her best friend, suddenly dating seemed like such a natural progression. She thought about the other week when she had hugged him on the couch. She knew she was braless. She knew her nipples were sticking through. What had compelled her to do a thing like that? Was she hoping he would cheat on his girlfriend? She had never thought of herself as a malicious person, she wouldn't want to hurt either of them. These thoughts were insane. It must have just been insecurity. She was worried he thought of her as a freak for her abnormal bust, and this was just to see if he would be able to find her attractive. Yeah, that must be it.

Her phone rang in her pocket. She answered.

"Hey, Michael. What's up?"

"Hey, Emily. Uh, I've got some cool news. Yang's coming over for dinner tonight, she's anxious to meet you, so you better be on your best behavior young lady! Haha. Anyway, I'm gonna cook, so don't worry, but it'll be really nice for my best friend and my girlfriend to meet."

Emily wasn't totally convinced.

 

[sandoval2099]

EMILY, pt 8

Yang and Michael were ascending the stairs. Michael had been a little quieter than usual on the way there, and Yang picked up on it.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Hm? I'm fine." Michael replied. "Actually I should probably mention something before we go in." he said.

"Is a problem?"

"A problem? No, it's just something that I thought you, uh, that I thought might surprise you if I didn't mention it, it's no big deal."

"Oh, uh ok. What is it?"

"Well, I told you a bit about Emily, but I just figure so you know to expect it, I should let you know she has a bit of a growth disorder."

"She has a growth? Like cancer?"

"No! God, no! I probably said that the wrong way, it's just an unusual condition, I think it's called macromastia. Do you know what that is?"

"I don't know it."

"It means she has... unusually large breasts."

Yang looked surprised, and kind of saddened.

"Bigger than me?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Michael responded. "Yours are very big but hers are... uh... like beyond normal sizes."

"My breast...are your favourite thing when we have sex. You like her breast more than my breast?"

Michael was silent for a moment. He looked a little guilty.

"Uh, no... you have the perfect size. I mean... come on. We've been friends since childhood. I'm a charming guy, you know. If I wanted her I would have had her by now." They both laughed. He had recovered from his difficult position. They reached the top of the stairs and headed down to the door.

"Just don't look shocked okay. She doesn't like it when people stare or treat her like a freak for something that's just a part of her she can't help."

"I understand. Not mention anything."

Michael turned the key and opened the door and they walked through to see Emily in the kitchen. She was wearing a knee length flowy skirt and a fitting, low cut white shirt with her purple cardigan over the top. Yang had promised herself not to react, but looking at the bulbous globes that stretched out Emily's cardigan, honest to god beach balls inside her bra, which she saw from side on, Yang's face went pale.

"Hi, Yang! I'm Emily, it's great to meet you!" Emily said jovially, twisting around to show 6 inches of cleavage.

While Michael concentrated on preparing the food, Yang and Emily were on the couch, looking at photos of Michael from high-school. Yang couldn't help but notice how Emily used her left hand almost as well as her right. If she couldn't, she thought, she would have to hold her right hand over her gigantic breasts in order to show her the photos, as she was sitting on the left side. It was a bizarre thought how a simple biological abnormality must have completely changed the way she had to live her life. As Emily moved to a picture of the two of them hugging, she felt a surge of jealousy.

"Oh, Jenny took that picture after I passed my math exam and I keep it to remember that moment. I was sure I was gonna fail, but Michael gave me extra tutoring. He really saved my life there."

The picture showed Emily in a custom tailored uniform from her private schooling. It must have been a year or two old, and her breasts were still huge, but a fair bit smaller than they were now.

They still must have been well into custom sizes, larger than an L-cup. They were squashed up against Michael's chest, skinnier than he was now, and she had a supreme look of joy on her face. His arms were held firm around her back, her tit-flesh squeezing out below his arm. It almost reminded her of the way he would embrace her sometimes when they made love.

"You and Michael, you are really close." Yang commented.

"Yeah, friends for a long time..." said Emily, looking a little sad. "So don't break his heart, okay?" she joked. Yang laughed nervously.

"Dinners up!" said Michael, taking a pot of hot meatball sauce over to the table. "I know pasta and meatballs isn't fancy, but my mom taught me a pretty good recipe. I think you'll like it Yang. Emily loves it."

They sat at the table. Emily pulled her chair in only partway, keeping her breasts behind the table's edge.

"So you guys had a bit of a chat?" Michael said, trying to start up the conversation and see how his two favourite girls in the world were getting along.

"Emily mostly show me pictures." said Yang. "You are so cute in your old photos!"

"Oh, geez, Em, you didn't show her all the embarrassing ones did you?"

"Of course! Those are the best ones!" Emily responded, causing Michael to laugh.

"She used to put stupid captions on every weird face I pulled and share it with all our friends!" he said, and the table laughed, but Yang's seemed a little forced. Emily saw she looked a little uncomfortable.

"So, I heard you and Yang are designing a sewerage system together for one of your projects?" she said, suddenly feeling awkward. "That's probably not great dinner conversation is it?"

Michael laughed. "It's fine! Yeah, a bit gross, but it's actually really interesting."

"It is a sewerage treatment facility." said Yang. "Michael has a lot of ideas!"

"Yeah, he always was an ideas guy."

"Yes, I am not so good with ideas."

"Oh, you're pretty good!" Michael encouraged Yang. "Besides, you're better at the technical side than me, so we make the perfect team."

Emily looked down. In a way she had always thought of Michael and her as being a team. Why was this girl inspiring these strange feelings in her?

Michael felt like he was doing a great job at keeping both his friend and his girlfriend happy. Yang was a little awkward as always but they seemed to be getting on well and he felt that he was keeping his bond with both of them strong. But as the dinner wore on, both the girls began to start feeling rather uncomfortable. Each time Michael reminisced about his friendship with Emily, Yang would feel jealousy build up, and each time he talked about how great his relationship was, Emily felt a twinge of anxiety. The tension in the room began to become palpable to Michael only when Emily failed to adequately pierce one of her meatballs with her fork.

As she lifted the morsel to her mouth, it dropped, and there was only one way for it to go. It fell onto her cleavage and rolled down a bit under her top. Instinctively, Emily grabbed for it, parting her boobs with her hand but it only fell further into the fertile valley between her tits.

"Oh, shit." Emily muttered. "Sorry." She put down her fork and using both hands began to dig around in her cleavage for the meatball. Jiggly pale flesh billowed up to the sides, peering over the top of her neckline, until she grabbed it, and to the surprise of the other two, stuck it straight in her mouth.

"Uh... I need to wipe up. Sorry." she said, and got up, going into the kitchen. Michael had, during that strange brief moment, been transfixed on her boobs. He had sat there, like a stunned mullet, and Yang had noticed. She could see the look in his eyes. He now looked awkwardly down.

"Uh, no need to apologize Emily. You just get yourself cleaned up." He toyed with his food, then looked at Yang, who seemed weirdly down.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." muttered Yang. She waited what seemed like an eternity, and then added "You are attracted to her."

Michael's face went red as his heart began to race. It was true. Of course it was. He had been trying not to think about it but he couldn't deny it to himself forever. He was in love with Emily physically and emotionally. But he also loved Yang, and he felt like he was about to lose her.

"No!" he exclaimed under his breath. "Why would you say that? What because of what just happened?"

"That and all other things." Yang said, her voice cracking. She seemed ready to burst out crying.

"I promise you I'm not, not one bit. You're the only girl for me."

Emily came and sat back down at the table.

"Sorry about th- Yang, are you alright?" she asked, seeing Yang looking quite, well, sad.

"Okay." said Yang.

"Uh, well, you know what, I'm feeling peckish tonight, I think I might have some more. It's real good, isn't it, Yang?" Emily said, faux cheerily, putting some pasta on her plate. Yang only nodded. Michael thought maybe Yang needed to think of Emily as unavailable to him and downplay their closeness to patch up her suspicions.

"So Emily," he said, "How are things going with that guy?"

"Eric? We stopped seeing each other."

"Oh, nah, I thought you mentioned some other guy."

"Oh, well I told you he's not available so it's pointless."

Michael quickly rethought his strategy, badly. He said something he never thought he'd say to his best friend.

"Well I guess I can see why it would be hard for you to find dates, but you'll get there one day." he joked, and his heart sunk right away, realizing what I had said.

"What!?" barked Emily, about to pour sauce all over her pasta. "And why exactly would - Aaargh!" she shrieked, as she dropped the hot sauce all over her top.

"Oh shit! Sorry!" Michael yelled, panicking. He reached out over the table, grabbing the tablecloth.

"Get the fuck away from me asshole!" she yelled, rapidly grabbing the bottom of her top and pulling it over her body, before the sauce could burn her too badly. Consequently, she was left standing there, wearing nothing but her bra, a collosal nude monstrosity that held her swaying teats, which she now wiped down with her napkin, compressing her fatty breasts. Normally such a performance would have driven Michael mad with desire, but now all he could feel was shock, concern and shame.

"I didn't mean that, Emily, I was just - I love you!"

Silence fell on the room. Fortunately, Emily was not badly burned, but Yang had been. She could only stare between the two of them, while Emily stared at Michael. After a few moments, Yang burst up and left the apartment in a rush, slamming the door.

"I'm sorry!" Michael sobbed, and covered his face with his hand. Emily walked away and went into the bathroom.

It was late at night, and Michael heard a knock on his bedroom door. After a sigh, he let her know she could come in. He sat up as the door opened, showing Emily's instantly recognizable braless silhouette. Her hangers projecting out to the side and hanging down to her hips in her baggy nightshirt. She walked up and sat down on the bed beside him.

"Don't worry. I didn't really get burned much. It just stings a little bit. Have you made up with Yang?" she asked?

"I don't think there's going to be any making up."

"You didn't...you didn't mean what you said..."

"No, I didn't mean what I said about you. It was a stupid, spur of the moment comment. You're gorgeous and smart and funny and I only said you'd have a hard time finding a date to make it seem like I thought you weren't attractive so that Yang woul stop suspecting that-"

"That you loved me?"

"...Yeah."

"...Well, do you?" she asked? Her face was serious. He paused.

"I don't know. I mean...I love you as a friend, and sometimes I feel like I do want to be more than friends, but I know that you don't..."

Emily reached in and kissed him. She put her arms around his back, and he did the same with her. For the first time, they both knew it felt right. her massive braless boobs pressed into his chest, stretching out her shirt. The left one squished out around the side, the right one pressed an enormous nipple straight through the fabric and into Michael's chest. Their mouths wrapped in passionate engagement and Emily leaned forward, ending up on top of Michael. He felt for the first time the incredible mass of Emily's gigantic tits on top of him, pressing down on his ribcage and making it harder to breathe. He was completely erect, and Emily's crotch straddled his aching cock through both of their shorts. Emily's nipple was clearly becoming harder as the two clawed at each other's backs while their lips embraced, tongues becoming entwined in a wet mess of saliva. Breast billowed out around his arms. She pulled away.

"What are we doing?" she whispered.

"I don't know" he replied, "But it feels so right."

She rolled off him to the side, her right tit rolling with her, across her chest, sliding across it like an enormous dewdrop before dropping off the edge to settle on her side. Next to him, his fantasy for countless years lay with her two breasts sticking up in the air, hidden by a large grey t-shirt, but otherwise just how he had seen them when Eric had been making love to her, only from a different angle. He could see the mounds of her areola projecting up through the material, and the outlines of massive, corklike nipples on top of them.

"I'm sorry." she said. "It's been a really crazy night. I don't know what to think right now. I've got to go. Maybe I'll know what to say to you in the morning." she said. Her mind was running at a million miles an hour, and his was, but his was only saying one thing, yes. Staring at her glistening watery eyes in the dim light of the doorway, he saw Emily push herself up and move off the edge of the bed, then walking to the door frame.

"Good night Michael. I'm feeling really confused right now... but just know whatever else might happen between us... you're still my best friend."

 

[sandoval2099]

EMILY, pt 9

The TV screen flickered with reruns of Friends. Laila lazily circled the area on her shirt where her areola lay, which was more than blatantly projecting through the thin t-shirt fabric. She had seen the show all the way through so many times, now it was just something easy and familiar she could go back to. She barely even laughed at it. She was feeling kinda horny, thinking about a certain work colleague. She was sure soon she would go over to the computer to look up porn. The doorbell rang.

Laila opened the door.

"Hello, what is it? Em? What are you dressed up for?" It was Emily, standing at the door in a blue and white striped dress that really made Laila's heart race. It appeared to be a bit too large for the girl in most areas but was stretched to the max over her incredible globes. The bump of her areolas was evident, and her nipples were clearly poking out, braless, in the cool night air.

Laila hadn't been able to distract her mind from thinking about these funbags since she first saw her in a bra. In fact she was so distracted by them that she took a second to notice Emily was teary.

"Oh hey, are you alright?" she asked Emily.

"Oh, yeah, I'm okay, I think." Emily sobbed. "I'm just confused. I wasn't dressed up for anything, I just threw on the first piece of proper clothing I could find. I was in my pajamas, I didn't want to be indecent." Laila didn't bother to mention that she probably would be more indecent in this dress without a bra than in pajamas.

"Oh you poor thing, come inside." Laila said warmly.

A little while later, they were both relaxed on the couch with some hot coffee. Laila's eyes habitually wandered to Emily's slowly heaving chest in that tight dress. The horizontal stripes looked wildly distorted, stretching out in the middle of each teat, punctured by the shape of the nipple underneath. Emily explained the situation to her with a teary look.

"And I don't know whether these feelings are real or not. Or if it's just jealousy. And now I feel so bad, because I messed up his relationship. I'm such a screw up." she sobbed.

"Oh, honey! It's not your fault! That relationship was never gonna last! The guy's obviously smitten with you! No relationship is going to be strong if you've obviously got it bad for someone else! Isn't that what happened with you and that other guy?"

"Yeah... I guess it is. But it's so weird, you know... I mean what happens if it doesn't work out as a relationship and then we try to be friends again, but then there's always the idea of you know, love and sex in the back of our minds and it all gets complicated and blurred."

"Oh, Em, baby, it sounds like it's already pretty blurred."

"So you think we have no chance of ever being able to go back to normal?"

"Well... do you seriously want it to?"

Emily thought for a moment.

"I think I really do like Michael." she said. She took her hand and slid it down the deep neckline of her stretchy dress. Emily was feeling rather sore on the burn marks she had acquired. Laila took notice, partly out of sympathy and partly out of lust.

"I think you need a little TLC. How about I give you a massage? I won't charge."

Waiting with her massage table set up, Laila listened to the distant sound of running water and let her mind drift to what Emily must be doing in the shower. Since she first met her at the aquarium, Laila had wanted Emily so bad. Emily never had seemed to respond to her flirtations, but she was sure she still had a chance. Now, she was going to be in a relationship again, and this could be her last chance to get close to those glorious breasts of hers. Never had she been more glad to have masseuse experience. She had been with plenty of girls before but never anyone as busty as her work friend here. Her nipples were getting hard at the thought of it, becoming bulging projections in her top. She sat on her table and twiddled one of them with her finger, moaning softly as she imagined Emily, soap running down her gigantic breasts, her hands squishing and deforming them, getting swallowed up by their fatty mass, glistening with body wash. The shower turned off, and after 30 seconds, the door opened.

Laila felt faint.

"I couldn't find a larger towel." Emily said, slightly embarrassed. "But I mean... we're all girls here, you'll see most of me when you give me a massage anyway."

"Oh... uh, yeah" said Laila, stunned. Emily's small towel was hanging over the front of her chest, which hung and swung loosely in the air. She was a little hunched over, out of modesty, perhaps, but there was little to be modest about. The curves of her breasts sloped down and around with such fullness, they hung to her hips, but had the fullness of a set of perky E-cups. Laila's heart was like a jackhammer and she was soaking wet already.

"Uh, I got the table ready like you asked," she stammered. "With the hole and the lower platform for your, uh, breasts to lie. I got some old stools for that, hope that's okay."

"Oh yeah, it's fine." said Emily. "I've been feeling so stressed today, thanks so much for this." she smiled, approaching the table with the towel pulled against her tits.

Laila watched from behind as she let the towel go, fully naked. Her thick ass hanging there, fatty enough to form a cleft at the bottom of each, round and juicy. Her pale, mammoth tits splayed out beyond the edges of her arms, looking preposterously gigantic on her pretty slim frame. Her delicate hands reached out from behind them and pushed them together, obviously to a lot of resistance, and she leaned down to fit them into the hole. Once the nipples were in, she lifted up her leg and pulled herself onto the table. It was not a terrible elegant gesture, but it was sexy as hell, as now the monstrously buxom beauty found herself, more or less, resting on her breasts that were well and truly sticking out of the top of the hole.

"I guess it's a little small! Geez!" Emily laughed, her breast flesh billowing out the top of the hole, forming gorgeous round orbs beneath her ribcage, simply bursting forward with pale, jiggly goodness. It took every ounce of control for Laila not to ravage her right there.

"I think..." said Emily. "I'll have to push them through one at a time." Her left hand slid to the side of one breast and began sliding against it, much like a masseuse herself, and shifting the fatty mass gradually beneath the hole, until with a plop, the point of least resistance arrived and her teat slipped through and hit the wooden stool with a 'smack' sound. Emily made a slight gasp, presumably at the coldness, and her right tit soon after fell with a similar smack.

"Alright, I'm ready, you can come do me now." said Emily. Laila really badly wanted to take that the wrong way.

 

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EMILY, pt 10

Laila got some of the massage oil and started rubbing it into Emily's back.

"Oh, man, you are tense. Thought the shower might have taken most of that out of you." she said, her hands shaking slightly.

"Yeah, I dunno..." Emily mumbled. "The thought of me and Michael together is just freaking me out, but at the same time, it's kind of exciting."

"You're actually pretty muscly around the shoulders. It doesn't look it but I can feel it." Laila commented as she rubbed vigorously.

"Yeah. It's sort of a side effect of having really large breasts. I need to do exercises to keep my back strong so I can support the weight."

"I'll say."

"It's a shame it hasn't got rid of all my flab. I guess even the normal parts of my body collect fat."

"Oh, honey, trust me... do NOT listen to what the billboards tell you. That little bit of chub on your belly is sexy as hell, not to mention that ass of yours, Jesus."

Laila was not shy about glancing at Emily's ass and couldn't wait to get up to that part of the message. Laila stared at the bare back of the buxom beauty laying flat before her. A perfect specimen of femininity, her bare back curving in to a slim waist before splaying out again at her womanly hips to her bare, bubble butt. She had a coin sized birthmark in the middle of her right buttcheek but otherwise was milky white and gorgeously round like jello that she just wanted to jiggle. And then beneath the table, she didn't dare look, but she knew there were those absolutely monster globes, which had reached down to her hips when seen from behind. It didn't seem possible. Laila felt dizzy. Never had she felt such lust for a woman or man. Never had she felt so helpless. She had dropped hints but concluded that Emily was not bi, or at least, not interested in her sexually but for the first time with Emily she felt intimidated. Down below she was getting wet, and her nipples had turned from little half-inch domes to full inch-long projectiles. If Emily were in a position to turn around, she would blatantly see it through her shirt. Laila badly wanted to just 'accidentally' shift her leg so as to brush up against her friends boob, but dared not.

Emily smiled to herself.

"Thanks for saying that. I get told I'm hot a lot, you know, just by whoever is walking by, but I always know it's for the boobs, and sometimes I feel like if it weren't for them, people would just see me as fat."

"Oh, you're not fat, honey. You're... you're perfect." Laila breathed, and nervously slid her hands down her friend's body and over her large ass cheeks. She closed her eyes and breathed in heavily before exhaling again. she subtly rubbed her own thighs together as her fingers sank into the soft, pillowy flesh.

Emily felt funny about this. She had known that she would get a massage over her whole back but she was starting to feel like Laila was really enjoying this. "Uh... Laila..." Emily muttered.

"...Yes?" Laila replied softly, gently massaging Emily's butt.

"Are you... gay?"

"....No."

"Oh, okay, just wondering."

"...Why? Are you?"

"No, of course not, I was talking about Michael just before."

"Yeah, I know, but... well there are other things than gay and straight obviously. Um... I guess you should know, I'm bi."

Emily tensed up. She realized she had been getting her friend off this whole time.

"Oh! Uh... Laila I don't think this is right." she said. She tried to lift herself up, but encountered an obvious problem, her breasts quickly squishing against the underside of the table and forcing her to let herself drop back down. Laila was panicking. She had let go of Emily's ass, but now put her hand over her arm softly.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think it would be a problem!"

"Well I didn't know you would be enjoying this!" Emily stumbled over her words.

"Well... is it... a problem? It's just a massage."

"Is that all you had on your mind?"

"Emily I - ..." she stammered. Emily was waiting to hear what she had to say. Laila spoke. "Please, Emily. You drive me crazy. I'm not in love with you or anything, it's just... your body... it's unbelievable. I've never been this crazy with lust..."

Laila leaned down and drew her mouth closer to Emily's ear, her hand trembling on Emily's arm.
"If you really want, I can stop, and you can go back to Michael, and be his, but I'm begging you, please stay. Please... let me feel you. Just a bit. I know you and Michael are good for each other, and I know you're the kind of girl who wouldn't cheat on a guy. I feel like I'll never find anyone with a body like yours. I'll understand if you never want to talk to me again. I'll quit my job. I'll do anything you want."

Emily was shocked to hear this coming out of her friend's mouth. To see a woman so utterly desperate for her body. She was not bisexual. Maybe the slightest bit bicurious, but most of the time, women's bodies just had no effect on her.

"Oh, Jesus, Laila. You don't have to quit your job over me. But I'm also not attracted to you."

Laila dropped to her knees and sniffed. she had gone teary. Emily looked at her sadly. "I never asked to have this power over people." she said, half sad, half angry.

"I know. I'm sorry." Laila sobbed. "I'll go get your clothes for you." She started to get up.
"Laila." Emily mumbled. Laila paused and looked at her friend.

"If I drive you this crazy... Just this once." Laila was shocked.

"I can..."

"You can massage me... anywhere you like, excepting orifices." she said.

"Really? Are you sure you're okay with it? 'Cause I know I was acting really... stupid just then but-"

"Yeah, it's fine, really. I'll try most things once. But this will be the only time, ever."
"Thank you..." Laila sighed deeply.

Laila slowly inched up to the table. She put her fingers to Emily's ass again and let out a quiet gasp of pleasure. She slowly lifted her leg up over the table, wearing only a pair of shorts she slept in when she didn't feel like being nude, and her skintight tee. As her crotch pressed up against Emily's ass she subconsciously thrust her chest out, her areola puffing out and her nipples over an inch long, hard as rocks. Her whole body was shaking. she placed her hands on Emily's hips and slid up her torso, feeling the soft skin around the holes her breasts hung through. Resting her arms around Emily's, she leaned down 'til she was laying on top of her, her breasts squished up against the pale skin of this porcelain beauty, and Laila took in the smell of her luxurious wavy, conditioned hair. Emily could feel Laila's heartbeat through her puffy breasts and had gasped a little at how huge and hard her nipple felt. Now, came the part Laila had fantasized about the most. Her arms slid down over the edge of the table and, shaking, touched the sides of those gigantic orbs. Pleasure immediately ran through her as her fingertips and palms pat the warm, shower-fresh skin that carried Emily's womanly glands. As she moved her hands down, they just didn't seem to end. The pressure of her hands caused them to lightly slide together and back. They got wider as they went down, and as Laila reached the underside of Emily's mountains, she found the tops of the stools.

She slowly began to gyrate her crotch against Emily's butt. Emily remained silent and unmoving, aside from a slow, rhythmic breathing.

"Can I kiss your neck?" Laila asked. Emily nodded. Laila placed her mouth over Emily's neck and began to suck on her, lightly. Her right hand began to crawl it's fingers at the underside of the breast and she felt the light bulge of some immense areola. Her sucking and gyrating became more vigorous as her hand, now bent as far as she could reach was trying to pull the fatty tissue of Emily's breast towards it and in turn reach the holy grail, the nipple. And soon enough, she felt it. A soft, fleshy, but HUGE bud touched her fingertips, and she squeezed, which seemed to slowly cause it to feel harder. She held it between her thumb and middle finger, while her index finger tenderly rubbed the end, and the gyrations of her hips had gone from slow to fast and heavy. She stopped sucking and started giving out a high pitch moaning, which very quickly became a scream of pleasure as an orgasm shot through her. This was crazy. Sometimes she couldn't orgasm through penetration even, but here, just feeling up this girl had done it. Her body shook as she let go of Emily's breast and lay on top of her, panting for a moment before sliding herself off, slipping onto the floor and laying on her back, twiddling her own nipples.

"Yours are even bigger than mine." she smiled, before looking over to see Emily's reaction. Emily looked calm, and Emily could now see the shape of her breasts supported by the stools. "This really is the last time..." Laila said, looking exhausted.

"Yeah. But I hope you enjoyed it." Emily said, giving her a small smile.

"Oh, fuck yes." Laila panted. "What about you? What did you think?"

"It was a lovely massage." said Emily. "I'm feeling better now."

 

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EMILY, pt 11

Michael stared at the sheet in front of him, trying to work out the mathematical problem that was laid out, but he found himself just reading one small section over and over. He couldn't think. He felt a little sick. It wasn't really a physical illness, but his stomach was in knots. Was it love? Was it shame? Was it fear? Self-hatred? One moment kept playing over and over in his mind. Emily's lips pressing into his. So wet, so soft, it was different to kissing Yang. He felt an unbelievable rush, but at the same time, so comfortable, the curves of their mouths embracing. Yang's kisses in comparison felt powerful, forceful. And with their arms around each other, and Emily's gorgeous, heaving chest pressing into him like water, he not only felt aroused, but somehow safe, a nurturing feeling. The closest way he could describe that kiss was bliss. And then it was ripped away. But surely, she must have felt what he felt, right? She seemed so scared afterwards, like she had made a huge mistake, but it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt right. Images flashed in Michael's mind of waking up next to her smiling face, a wedding dress, maybe even kids? This was crazy, but Michael realized he had been trying to suppress those images for years. He couldn't imagine a future with anyone else, not one that was serious.

The bell rang, and Michael was yanked from his daydreaming. He had a lot of work to catch up on, he had only solved one problem out of 12 on the paper. At lunch, he saw Yang in the cafe. She was sitting alone, looking sad. She didn't seem to have noticed him, so he walked up to her.

"Yang," he began. "I'm so sorry-"

Yang noticed him and immediately raised herself up and walked away at a brisk pace. Michael's heart sank. He realized he really didn't have any more romantic feelings for her, but it still sucked to see her hurting like that. He didn't blame her.

As Michael approached the apartment door, he wondered if Emily was home. He hadn't seen her that morning. He turned the knob and found that it was unlocked, and saw Emily, watching the TV, turned down low, on the couch. Well, he didn't see her face, but obviously it was her. She was lying on her side, wearing a pair of grey cotton short shorts and a navy tank top. Michael could see her milky, pale legs sloping up to her large hips and soft bubble butt, just hidden by the rim of her shorts. Then above, he saw the underside of her impressive breastage, flattened so that they were only raised about a foot above the couch they sat on, but stuck out around twice that, the edges looking like they were going to slip over the edge, softly moving back and forth in their braless state, with her arm squished over the top, undoubtedly going to rest under her head, hidden on the other side of those mountains. She didn't seem to notice his arrival, so he quietly slinked over, and sat down next to her, watching the subtitles on the Chinese movie playing on the TV.

Emily must have noticed him sitting down, because she jerked her head up, and then, looking a bit embarrassed, sat herself up. Michael refused to look down and see her nipples.

"Heya Michael." she said, sleepily, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Hey." he responded. "I was a bit worried about where you'd gotten off to last night, but I felt like I probably shouldn't call, give you a bit of space."

"Thanks. I think I did need some space. It actually ended up being, uh.... a bit of a crazy night... but maybe that's better off being a story for another time."

"Oh, wow, must have been something." Michael said, not sure what to think of her statement. There was an uncomfortable pause.

"So..." she began, nervously. "I thought about what happened between us last night. And I've come to the conclusion... that I may also be... a little bit... in love with you."

Michael took a slow, shallow breath. He didn't know what to say, so he ended up with "That... makes me very happy."

"Me too. It's just... I'm scared. I never let myself think about you that way before, I always sort of thought there are friends, and there are men you date, and you know, like, never the two shall meet sort of thing. Like those two oceans near Alaska that are different salinities and they just don't blend. But then, I guess, when you think about it, over time, little by little, they do."

Michael always liked Emily's fascination with the ocean, but she sometimes had a weird way of working it into conversations that had nothing to do with it.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But I've sort of felt this way for years. I just never thought you'd feel the same way, and I've had other fears."

"You mean like what if it didn't end up being like you imagined?"

"Yeah, I guess, just like, you know, what if we had a fight, and we broke up, and broke each other's hearts and hated each other?" he asked.

"Oh, Michael..." Emily smiled. "We might hurt each other, but I don't think we could ever hate each other."

Emily placed her hand on Michael's. He looked into her watery, green eyes, into her widened pupils, and at her smile that was as calming as a streak of evening sunlight. He spoke. "Are we doing this?" he asked. She nodded.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me... boyfriend?"

"Sure, but aren't you already part way through?"

"Yeah, but I love this one so much, I'd be happy to watch from the beginning."

"What's it called?"

"In the Mood for Love." she responded, and she leaned over and rested her head against Michael's chest.

The credits rolled on the screen, and Emily's head lay in Michael's lap. Her breasts were now sideways in the opposite direction to when he came in, and a ruler's length smooth, buttery cleavage threatened to distract Michael from the film, but nonetheless, he refrained from spending too much time looking at it and keeping his eyes on the screen. His hand was playing with Emily's mousy brown locks, which she seemed to find very calming.

"That was actually a really beautiful movie." Michael said. "I can't usually get into foreign films but that was just..."

"I knew you'd like it. I think you might like more of them if you gave them a chance."

"You're probably right, there." he replied.

"You seemed pretty happy. I could feel your heart beat when I was resting on your chest." she said.

"Yeah, but I don't think that can be attributed entirely to the movie." he said, and they both giggled a bit. Emily raised herself off the couch, with some effort, putting her right hand on the arm of the chair and her left ont he seat, either side of Michael. Her globes were dragged up, sliding over Michael, immediately initiating his erection, and slapping softly into his chest as she leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, and rather wet, which he liked, and felt like it went on for a long time, not getting more intense, just maintaining it's current pace. The suction of their lips eventually ceased, and Emily's lips delicately left Michael's.

"Emily..." he murmured, entranced by her gorgeous eyes, a constant pressure on his chest, forming a connection between them, and the feeling of her nipples poking through his shirt onto his stomach.

"Yeah?"

"You make me so happy."

"Yeah?... Right back at ya!" she whispered, affectionately. "But you know, it's getting late." she said, as she got up, standing there, looking ridiculously sexy in her oversized tank top, her teats stretching practically to her legs, the bottoms of those massive orbs reaching the lowest point about her groin, despite still having rather impressive trajection. She wandered away, towards her bedroom.

"Well, good night." said Michael, catching one last glimpse of her mountainous mammaries sticking out to her sides.

"Well why are you still sitting there?" Emily replied, a little mischievously. "I mean I don't want us to get too far ahead of ourselves, but I kind of feel like maybe we could share a bed tonight?"

 

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EMILY, pt 12

After changing into his boxers and a new shirt, Michael crept into Emily's room, dimly lit by the fish tank in the corner, creating a soft, blue-green glow. What did she mean exactly with that comment? Did she want to have sex or just lie in bed together. She did say she didn't want to go too far, so sex seemed unlikely, but she was being rather flirtatious. This was certainly not something he was used to with his long time friend. Emily was in the bed, on the side to his right, blankets pulled up to her nose, the form of her mammaries still carving out a vague but massive shape in the blue duvet. Emily's eyes smiled as she looked at him standing in the doorway. He walked around the other side of the bed and slid himself beneath the cover. Emily turned away, sliding the shape of her bosom over to the other side.

"Michael, I'd like you to spoon me, if you want." she said. He inched closer and slid his arm over the soft fabric of her cotton tank top and felt the curve of her slender waist and her broad hips. So incredibly womanly. His hand hand softly slipped over onto her stomach, where he felt her pudgy belly rise in and out, slight tremors in her slow breathing. Emily's hips slowly moved, her legs rubbing against each other as Michael's fingers lifted her top a little and pressed into her soft skin like a baker's in dough. His other arm slid around the other side and wrapped up around to her hip. His face was now at her neck, resting upon her wavy, brown hair, which had been recently shampooed. Meanwhile, he cautiously moved his crotch into position at her ass. He was already partly erect, and Emily felt it. She let in a sharp, shallow breath.

"Sorry." he said.

"It's okay." Emily giggled. "I'm not used to viewing my best friend like... a guy..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael replied jokingly.

"You know! I just mean... sexually, in relation to... myself."

"I know what you mean." he assured her, and started kissing her neck. Emily breathed in deeply and arched her neck a little. She gently gyrated her butt against his growing erection, her large, round cheeks cool against him. She moaned, lightly.

Emily felt warm, wrapped up inside her best friend, her soon to be lover. All these nights lately she had slept in this bed alone, the sounds of the city outside her window, how badly she had wanted to call Michael over from his room, staring at the wall, thinking about him and Yang. No more. She was with him, and he seemed like he wanted her, but not in the unemotional way that Eric did. Eric pretty much went straight to fucking, and didn't really have anything to say afterwords. But she was still a little worried about what he had said that time, after he had seen her and Eric together.

"Michael..." she whispered. "You didn't mean it when you said that I wasn't your type, physically, did you?"

"Huh?" he replied.

"You said it a while ago, after you saw me naked. I thought you weren't attracted to me."

"Emily, I only said that because I was afraid of making things weird between us, I mean you were in a relationship. I think you're the most gorgeous woman I've seen in my life."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Even... my breasts?"

"Emily... definitely your breasts." he smiled. Emily giggled.

"You don't think they're hideously, monstrously deformed?" she said.

"If I'm perfectly honest, I think they're fucking amazing." he said, finding the conversation a bit funny himself. Emily grasped his wrist in her hand, and slowly dragged it upwards.

"Well..." she teased. "If you mean that, I'm going to need you to prove it."

She lay his hand against the side of her heaving, monstrous right bosom. Immediately, he became fully erect between her asscheeks and he stopped breathing for a moment. Now resting on the outer flank of her teat, his hand was raised slightly above the level of the rest of her body under the blanket. The flesh was cool, and smooth as silk, the edge of his fingers were touching the side of the tank top. He let his hand circle across her skin, like a very soft massage, exploring the massive expanse of titflesh. He gave a light squeeze of the gelatinous mountain beneath his palm, which caused Emily to turn her head towards him. Astoundingly, he was able to distract himself from the breast for a moment as he saw Emily's gorgeous eyes for the first time an inch from his own, the contours of her gorgeous freckled face backlit by the fish tank. Their mouths met and they kissed, her body slowly writhing as they did so. Emily pulled her face back away again and slid her leg between Michael's erotically. His hand returned to it's fondling, moving across the tit. It slid down to her cleavage,wedged itself inside and kneaded the upper breast, and then on top again, started pulling it back and forth, up and down, feeling the immense, pure mass of mammary incredibleness now finally in his grasp.

He reached out, underneath the fabric of her tank top, and he had to extend his arm pretty far, but at last, he felt that nipple. Michael had always found it strange how nipples, on guys, were just these little inconsequential marks, that didn't really change much during puberty, and served no purpose, and were barely ever noticed, but on a girl, they could grow and develop to become a remarkable and highly sexual feature, a mark of womanhood, and on some girls like Emily, grow to unnatural, monstrous proportions to the extent that if not adequately hidden, they could not be ignored. He could feel his new girlfriend's breathing so close to his ear as his fingers brushed against her areola. As they did, he felt the texture change, and the presence of bumpy montgomery glands. Emily's breathing got slightly shaky and his penis pressed even harder against her crotch. He could feel the way nipple puffed up and away from the major bulk of her tit, warm and delicate, and it seemed very large. His hand squeezed a little and he felt her nipple between his fingers. It was already somewhat hard feeling, and enormous. The firm but squishy teat felt unlike any he had ever felt, he was sure it must be thicker than his thumb and longer than it was wide. He squeezed it and flicked it. He heard a sharp, high pitched exhalation from Emily. It almost sounded like pain, but he could tell it was pleasure. As he continued to twiddle it between his fingers she began to writhe and shake more and her moaning became louder. Suddenly she stopped.

"Michael, um.... I'm not sure I want to go too far just yet, and I'm worried that if you keep that up I'm not going to be able to help myself."

"Oh, okay... fair enough. I'm kind of on the edge here myself." he said, truthfully, as he felt like he was about to explode.

"There should be some condoms in the drawer."

"I thought you didn't want to-"

"No, I don't, I mean in case you can't help it, we don't want to make a mess."

"Oh, right, sure."

Michael leaned over and opened the drawer. True enough, there was a half-empty box of condoms inside. He assumed they were Eric's but he didn't want to bring it up. He opened one and slid it on beneath the sheets. Emily rolled over, her boobs following shortly, and they slapped down between them, right in front of Michael's face. He looked down at a loooong line of cleavage and followed it up to the shadowy form of Emily's face, her eyes glinting as she smiled affectionately.

"You really seem to like them." she said. "I always kinda wondered whether you were perving on me or just looking at them out of freakish curiosity. Now I know."

"Yeah..." was all Michael could say.

"Tell you what." Emily whispered. "It's kind of erotic, but can sometimes also help me fall asleep if a guy..."

"What?"

"Sucks on them."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I dunno, it just kinda... I guess it can be a bit like meditation. Maybe it's a motherly kind of thing. Do you wanna...?"
Michael nodded.

Emily's left hand reached down to the base of her tank top, which stretched around her gigantic boobs that stuck out 2 feet in front of her. She began, with effort, to pull it up, slowly revealing a milky stretch of underboob, even paler than on top, absolutely enormous, billowing flesh. The top dug into her mammaries as she pulled it up, and her areolas came into view, slowly, and Michael could see they were 5 or 6 inches across, massive, light brown domes, and out popped her nipples. They were truly a sight to behold. Mostly cylindrical, they stuck out from her puffy areolas like thumbs. They were over an inch wide and with his fondling were now over an inch and a half in length, tiny wrinkles in the brown, slightly oily teats, and her right one had a slight indent in it. His lips were immediately drawn towards it and he placed the right, bottom, nipple in his mouth.

Michael could hardly believe it. Someone who he never really expected to ever be more than platonic with was placing her engorged, burgeoning teat inside his mouth. It's length stuck past his teeth and his tongue instinctively licked and toyed with it. Unbenknownst to him, Emily was biting her lip and closing her eyes in erotic waves of pleasure. He bit down a bit, which caused a gasp.

"Please don't." Emily said. "I'm feeling especially turned on right now. I really need to keep it under control. Michael obliged and kept to sucking and kissing it. His libido was off the charts, but this simple suckling was enough to keep him happy.

"Oh, man... that feels good Michael. Don't stop. Just keep going... It feels good getting some sort of sexual release. Sometimes I get a bit riled up in my bra all day, it's getting too small even though I only bought it a couple of months ago... Can you believe that, Michael? I think I'm almost done growing, but I never know. It's already too small and it's a 34TT cup."

Michael started shaking, and let go of the nipple. He had blown his load. Emily giggled.

"Guys are so weird. I don't know why you get so turned on by a number, it's just - oh"

Michael had grasped onto her other nipple with his mouth, pulling it off her other breast onto the bed, and putting his left arm underneath it and his right arm around her waist. He was determined to help her drift off to sleep, and he doubted it would be his last ejaculation for the evening.

 

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EMILY, pt 13 (the final chapter)

As they walked down the street, everybody was turning their heads. Both Emily and Michael had become used to it, but now, Michael a strange sense of pride. He thought he would feel protective of Emily, but she wasn't the timid girl she had been in her early teens anymore, she was comfortable in her own skin, and there was something cool about the fact that bystanders could only look on in awe, but he got to hold her every night. Well it had only been a few nights so far, but things were going well, and as they were going on a proper date at a restaurant tonight, he thought this might be the night they went all the way.

"The idea of us going on a date feels so weird." Emily blushed. "Not like bad weird, just... it's not like at the start of most relationships where the date is to get to know someone, I already know you."

"Then why'd you wanna do it then?"

"Haha, um... I dunno. Can't explain it. It just feels like something a new couple should do. But hey, it's still a nice thing to do. I'm not making you come against your will am I?"

"Oh, no! Nah, you're right, it's good to get out and about."

"Let's not be one of those boring couples that spends every night in."

"Yeah, good idea. Some nights though? I think all the time would be a bit exhausting."

"Oh yeah, obviously. Did you think I wanted to eat out every night? My purse couldn't handle it."

Michael's hand felt at home around Emily's hourglass waist, but her boobs proved to make things a little difficult. He had to try, while still keeping her arm behind him, to be slightly behind her to avoid bumping into them constantly as they jutted out profoundly from the sides of her gorgeous purple dress. Michael had never seen Emily wear this dress before, and he figured it must have been especially tailored for her by her seamstress. Her heaving breasts billowed out in front of her, and partly of him, and he got an idea of what it must have been like to not see her feet. The dress, made of a sexy silky material that shimmered as she moved, had a deep V-neck that was entirely unusual for Emily. He wondered if she had had the dress made with him in mind... No, not enough time for that, surely. Must have been just a general dress for dates. The shimmy of her titflesh and the deep line between them was mesmerizing... one could almost imagine putting their arm in their and just having it swallowed up…

"I can always tell when you're looking, you know." Emily smirked.

"Oh, really?"

"Yep, even before, when I thought you were just morbidly curious."

"I doubt it. How often do you think I looked?"

"At least 5 times a day."

"Then you're far from always being able to tell." he laughed. Emily blushed.

"Oh, you sneaky man."

They took their seats in the up market Indian restaurant. It was gorgeously decorated. Emily and Michael ordered the spiciest things on the menu. Michael wanted to prove he could keep up with Emily's spice handling skills, but he knew it was for naught. Emily had grown up with an Indian friend throughout much of her early years (they eventually drifted apart after she had moved schools) and had developed an intentional spice tolerance for a white girl. Michael had once dared her to eat a raw ghost pepper but she chickened out. The food arrived, and Michael saw Emily's side of the table fill with 2 dishes. This was not unusual of course, Emily had always been a voracious eater, Michael assumed it was a natural result of having such a large body mass. Breasts of that size and with that much surface area would have to radiate a lot of heat over time. They chatted as they ate, and Michael gave up on his spicy dish halfway through, and after asking for several glasses of milk. Emily triumphantly poked her tongue at him as she swapped his dish for the less spicy of the ones she had ordered. The air conditioning had not been working and the place was starting to get a bit stuffy. Michael noticed Emily was starting to sweat. Surely the spice wasn't helping. He eyed a bead of sweat as it rolled from her neck and slid down into her crevasse of cleavage.

"This place is boiling." she sighed. "And to be honest, I'm starting to feel a bit... in the mood... spicy food sometimes does that to me."

"You wanna head home?"

"Yeah..."

"Alright, Em, you won't hear any complaints from me."

They were walking towards the apartment door, when Emily suddenly turned and pushed Michael into the wall. Her bosoms spread out around him and nailed him there under the pressure. She reached up on her toes and planted a firm, wet kiss on Michael's lips. Michael happily received, before giggling a little bit.

"Hehe, you're uh..." he began.

"What?"

"Kinda sweaty."

Emily broke the kiss. "You think I stink?"

"No, I... a little." he admitted.

Emily studied his expression, and then whispered. "Well, then, I'd better have a shower." she said coyly, as she unlocked the door and wandered into the apartment.

Michael followed her in like a lost puppy. As he closed the door behind him he heard a zip noise and turned towards her to see Emily's bare back, as the dress slipped open. She pulled it down to reveal some industrial strength nude colored bra straps, digging into her shoulders, going down over her scapula, over an inch thick of material, and joining down almost at her waist was a supportive band as thick as Michael's hand. Looking at the back of her head, he saw Emily slip her arms out of the wide shoulder coverings of the purple silky knee length dress and then, with some struggle, start to pull it down over the immense girth of her tits. The squished far out to her sides and poured over the edges of the garment, swaying back and forth until it was down and dropped to the floor, it's shape defined almost entirely by the massive domes that once held her bosom. Her large ass now stared at him, her cheeks sticking partly out of a pair of semi-sheer black underwear. She now turned to Michael, who stood there, near the entrance, transfixed on the beige brassiere which held her mammaries.

"Come on, baby." she said, walking towards him, her juggs bouncing back and forth with each step, giving a significant amount of quad-boob. He looked up long enough to get drawn into her sparkling emerald eyes, before the warm flesh of her chest lightly jiggled to touch his own chest. Almost in a hypnotic trance, he followed her to the bathroom and quietly but swiftly disrobed.

She turned the water on, and turned her back towards him. "Help me, Michael? Can you undo my hooks for me?"

"Sure thing, Em." he replied, and reached for the taught band that seemed to dug into the small layer of fat that she seemed to always maintain. It was surprisingly, tighter than it looks. He wondered how much of the weight of her assets was resting on her waist when she wore a bra. A lot, it appeared. It was no easy feat, but he managed to pull it even tighter enough to lift the hooks, one by one, and the bra dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Such a contraption no person should have to wear. It looked like it was more suited to a trebuchet than a person's torso. Michael's hands moved around her waist, and slithered between her soft stomach and her heavy tits. Emily arched her head back and kissed him briefly before turning away again.

"Now my bottoms, please." she muttered, taking shallow breaths. Michael's slowly dropped to his knees and his hands slid down with them until they slid over her panties and to the warm mound of her vagina. He felt it and rubbed lightly with his hands. Emily moaned softly. He moved his hands around to her buttocks and gave a good hard squeeze before delicately gripping the edge of the fabric and peeling it off slowly. He pressed his cheek to hers (different cheeks of course), and Emily stepped into the now hot shower.

Emily giggled.

"Hey, pretty boy. Get in here." she smiled, and Michael obliged. "I always felt kind of uncomfortable about my body around you," she said, thoughtfully.

"I think most friends are like that, you know, when they're attracted to each other, but they don't want to cross any lines," he suggested.

"But now I'm with you," she replied, "naked in the shower, it feels totally comfortable and natural."

"And hot." said Michael.

"I can tell." she snickered, as she looked down, and saw Michael's penis standing at attention and touching the inside of her left breast. Michael gave out a very quiet moan as he rubbed his penis lightly against her squishy tit, which, ending at her waist, was perfectly leveled. In the hot water, her plate-sized areolas glistened, wet and shiny, and looking deliciously puffy, light brown, ending in those gorgeous wine-cork nipples. He leaned back against the shower screen, freezing for a moment, but he ignored it, as Emily leaned in. Her naked breasts were so massive and perfect that they didn't fall apart like most women's, there was just too much mass to keep them permanently seperate, and they fell together in the middle, which created a perfect crevasse of braless cleavage to slither around Michael's cock and swallow it up as she leaned in for a passionate kiss. He felt the pressure of her enormous orbs press against him like a landslide for only a moment before Emily pulled away from the kiss with a sharp "Oh!". She laughed, and pulled her arms around his back, squishing into the top of her rack, and resting her head against his neck. "Cold." she chuckled.

She kissed him again. Michael lifted his arms from their fleshy prison and lay them on top of her gorgeous breasts. They may have been awfully obstructive in some areas of life, but they felt more like a prop in what for many people is a really awkward place to get intimate. His tip was now , through her breasts, which had spread out a fair bit against the shower screen, pressed lightly against her stomach. Emily felt a few shudders from his organ, a sign he was having trouble keeping himself from ejaculating.

"Jesus, Michael, I never knew you had a thing for huge boobs that bad, feels like you're about to blow already," she said.

Michael looked embarrassed. "Sorry, Em... I'm trying to control myself."

"Oh, don't feel bad, Michael. Look, I know you can't help it sometimes, you do what you need to do."

"No, really Em. This should be for you as much as it is for me. I think if we just rest for a second. I'm starting to calm down."

"Okay, baby." she said, lovingly.

"Is there anything you want me to do?" Michael asked.

Emily thought for a moment. "I think it's about time we did it for real. In the shower. It feels right."

Michael looked deep into her eyes. "Okay." he said. He got out of the shower and grabbed his condom out of his wallet, and rushed back in.

"Cold!" he exclaimed humorously, as he playfully nudged her out of the water stream. Emily slowly lowered herself to her knees, bracing the walls of the shower with her hands.

"Let me help you with that." she said, and took the condom and slid it over Michael's shaft. There was something beautiful to Michael about the loving way she slid it over him, and how they had talked to each other during their sexual exploration like they did as friends. It wasn't like with other girls. This wasn't just sex, this was true intimacy. And it was damn sexy.

Emily raised herself up again, with Michael's help, and Michael sat down on the stool that Emily kept in the corner of the shower for when she needed to sit down, which with the weight hanging off her chest, was often, for comfort, tiredness, or to more easily wash herself. In this case, it was necessary for Michael's penis to be low enough for Emily to slide into him. She was a good deal shorter than him, he didn't want to be constantly bending his knees and she couldn't possibly jump up on him, so they both intuitively knew how it had to be done. Emily slid her legs one by one, over his.

"Oh, wow, Em. I didn't realize you were so heavy!" he said. Emily just smiled, closed-lipped, as the cause of her mass came between Michael and her. Michael's arms slipped around the gelatinous edges of her huge, round, slippery teats, and she breathed in as he squeezed them together, pushing them up to her neck like hills, her hard nipples touching the edge of his chest. He loosened his grip and let her breasts slide around him, starting to swallow him up, as Emily held his penis in her right hand and guided it towards her vagina. Michael felt the pressure as it went in, and they both seemed to let out a small moan, Emily moreso. His almost lifelong friend, and he was now inside her, warm and firm, and now, slowly moving in and out, in and out. Emily now took over hold of her tits, freeing up Michael's hands to hold her around her back, arms basically resting on her gigantic wet mammaries. Emily had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, rhythmically with her thrusting. She was taking control here, all he could do was sit and take it, but he could also... he pulled her towards him, slipping his torso between her breasts and started another french kiss, their tongues intertwining, messy and passionate, as Emily started gyrating faster on Michael's rigid cock.

Emily had not tried this position with her previous partner, and it was, in fact, exhausting, but she didn't care. Her arms strained to hold up the weight of her boobs, which partially rested against Michael. Her nipples were fully erect, and aching, as she felt his girth inside her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her loins. And she did something she had never done before. She reached around as far as possible, Michael was pulled and himself pulled right up against her body, where he started nibbling her ear tenderly, which Emily found strangely hot, and, thrusting ever faster, she used her strength in her arms to push her monstrous teats together around Michael's body, and found her nipples pressed together around his back.

Michael moaned. "Holy shit, is that all you, Em?" he asked, clearly feeling her breasts wrapped fully around his back.

"Yeah baby, it's all me." she said, as she massaged her hands up and down, lightly rubbing her aching nipples together as the pressure of Michael's penis penetrated her ever deeper.

"You're so fucking incredible." Michael breathed, and Emily climaxed, ecstasy filling her body, she screamed in pleasure and she dropped her breasts, which flopped and painfully by her side and pulled on her chest, but in her current nirvana she barely noticed. Her body shook, and Michael knew he could finally release, and he came too, in a series of the most energetic ejaculations he had ever experienced.

"You held out for me." said a panting Emily, as she leaned on Michael's shoulder.

"I swear to god, the hardest thing I've had to do in my life." Michael sighed in response. They both laughed.

 

[Chacotay]

I remember this series when it first came out! It's one of the few (Along with "my macromastia cousin" and the Abby series) that I really wished kept going and growing.

 

[sandoval2099]

I remember this series when it first came out! It's one of the few (Along with "my macromastia cousin" and the Abby series) that I really wished kept going and growing.

Me too. On the one hand I really appreciate how low-key he kept it almost the entire way through, and I like that Emily and Michael get their happy ending and we can just leave it at that, but the author wrote well enough that I would have loved to see him take it further. Imagine a three-way between Emily, Michael, and Laina - improbable, since Emily (in a nod to realism rare for this kind of story ) is pretty straight, but I think the author could have made it work.

 

[Chacotay]

Quite possibly. Although I've always been more a fan of the focus on growth, things like macromastia and gigantomastia. It's a rare niche that we don't see on here very often, especially not done well!

 

[BBadmirer]

Thank you for reposting, I had saved most of these but not all. Now I have them all.

 

[blibber]

Thanks, this story is the best. Happy to have it preserved.

 

[Paperweight 2000]

I wrote these. Lost my old account and got skittish because I felt the stories contained a lot of morally sketchy stuff I wouldn't approve of irl, but tbh it's fiction, it's not meant to represent ethical reality. I also wrote a story called Gabby, check it out. I'm not likely to continue emily but I will have a sequel to Gabby at some point. Emily was meant to be a wholesome dream gf type story and Gabby is very different angle that's much more depraved, hedonistic and hypersexual.

 

[Magus1012]

I wrote these. Lost my old account and got skittish because I felt the stories contained a lot of morally sketchy stuff I wouldn't approve of irl, but tbh it's fiction, it's not meant to represent ethical reality. I also wrote a story called Gabby, check it out. I'm not likely to continue emily but I will have a sequel to Gabby at some point. Emily was meant to be a wholesome dream gf type story and Gabby is very different angle that's much more depraved, hedonistic and hypersexual.

I'd be very willing to read anything you wrote. However, I'm a bit disappointed to hear Emily won't be continued. When you released the final chapter I remember you commenting that it wasn't quite over yet. I was expecting additional sex scenes in the bed or something.