Bumboozled VI

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

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It was two years later, and both Miles and Laura had finished college. While Miles landed a great job offer straight out of his internship, Laura had opted to work part time online for a promising startup company with many opportunities for growth.

The two were inseparable. It was part of the reason they ended up getting an apartment together. That, and Stephanie’s continual mocking of Laura’s butt-boobs. It had just gotten out of hand.

But Laura was content with her life now. She loved playing the part of housewife—it was a role she anticipated taking on for real in the near future.

That evening she hummed to herself as she cooked dinner. As she heard Miles’ car pulling into the driveway she couldn’t help smiling to herself. After all, it was the best part of the day.

Laura was wearing nothing but an apron, the generous curves of her nude body bulging out into the open. Since college, she had let herself go and only gotten plumper. It wasn’t as though Miles minded it. On the contrary, he loved it.

Her hips were fuller and rounder, her belly bulging out even more. Her thighs rubbed together pleasantly, and her face had filled out, from her fuller cheeks to her plump pink lips.

Her backside, of course, had taken the brunt of the growth. The two round globes were completely exposed, her butt-breasts the size of volleyballs, butt-nipples swollen, pink, and aching with need. The door creaked open, and Laura heard Miles walk in, but she didn’t look back. There was silence behind her, and she knew he had paused to appreciate the view. She could picture the pleased look on his face. After all, he wore it every day.

Laura finally turned around to see the crooked smile on Miles’ face. “How was work?” she asked in a casual, sweet tone.

“Who cares?” Miles countered, causing a giggle to erupt from her throat.

Miles closed their distance and rested his hands on her waist before leaning down for a long kiss. His hands explored her indulgently, Laura gasping out when he gave her right butt-breast a squeeze.

Laura now needed to be milked twice daily. The first time was in the morning, and by the evening, when Miles got home, she was usually filled to her limit, flesh swollen and tingling.

“God, I missed you,” Miles murmured, his kisses trailing to her throat, causing her to groan.

“Eight hours of torture,” Laura countered jokingly.

“You have no idea,” said Miles, only pulling her closer.

Sometimes Laura still couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have ended up with her college crush. And Miles was beyond perfect. Every day she looked forward to their future together—marriage, house, kids. She was living a dream.

“Miles, please,” she whispered entreatingly. She was just so full.

Miles slowly lowered himself to his knees, trailing her body with kisses along the way. Though Laura was more confident, and perfectly capable of milking herself these days, she didn’t like to do it herself. She preferred the sensation of Miles’ tongue stroking her tender nipples, and the feel of his hot lips closing around them.

His hands on her hips, Miles carefully navigated Laura around, so her back was to him again. She leaned against the kitchen counter, already weak in the knees. Miles took a few minutes to marvel at her posterior. She felt his nose ghost over the hot, bloated flesh.

“P-please,” she pleaded.

He rubbed his whole face into her painfully engorged butt-breast, causing a quavering noise to escape her throat. He trailed his tongue over the left nipple, before nipping and teasing, making her want to reach her hand back and grip his hair. But she needed all the support she could get, her knuckles white from her tight grip on the counter. He finally leaned all the way in, closing his lips around the fat nub and taking a long suck.

“Ngghhhhh…” Laura’s eyelids fluttered. It felt heavenly. “God, keep going.”

It was funny to admit those weird pills had worked after all. They had helped her grow breasts; breasts that had certainly gotten Miles’ attention.

Mile jumped back, as though in surprise. Laura craned her neck to throw him a questioning look.

“Its just…I think I felt something,” said Miles.

“What?” said Laura.

“Movement, I mean, like a k-kick or something.”

“A kick?” Laura looked at him as though he was insane.

“Just…just my imagination, I’m sure,” said Miles, but Laura didn’t miss the look of wonder that filled his face. “C’mere.” And he pulled her back against him, pressing into her butt-breasts with more gentleness and reverence than before.

Life couldn’t have been more perfect.

The End