Bumpin’ into Each Other - 1 of 2

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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Teasing

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Bumpin’ into Each Other

I

I can’t remember the last time I was able to sit down on a train. It’s a well known fact that the trains in my city are always crowded; especially during the rush, which is basically every hour of the day in which a sensible person would ride public transit. It might have bothered me that I was crammed into a corner of the car without even a bar or ring to hold on to; but I was too busy rehearsing my presentation in my head. I felt a bead of sweat roll down from my temple and past the front of my left ear. Summer was just starting, but the AC in the train wasn’t quite keeping up with the unusually hot day.

People always get a little less polite when the weather is unpleasant. A little more cranky. Rain and cold were bad, but extreme heat was somehow worse. I stared at the floor of the train car and tuned out the grumbling voices around me. I was trying to prepare myself for any questions the admissions board might ask. I’d been over all my notes two, three, even four times. I walked down to the station that morning with my head held high. I was ready. Fully prepared for anything this infuriating world could throw at me.

My concentration was broken when something large and soft bumped into me.

I’m well–accustomed to bumping into strangers on the train. It’s pretty much an everyday occurrence. I glanced up to apologize, but my voice caught in my throat. The something was a girl— a woman. And the large softness that bumped me was two large softnesses.

The goddess was taller than me. Let’s be honest— most people are taller than me, not counting children. Her hair was died bright blue and she was quite tan. I noticed the tan because she was showing a lot of skin. She only glanced down at me for a second when our bodies collided, then went on ignoring me like most people while riding the train.

The blue–haired girl wore some kind of racing outfit, white and black with blue accents that matched her hair. She was wearing a jacket for some reason, but it only covered her arms and shoulders. Her hair hung long on one side, and was pulled into a pony tail tucked into a matching baseball cap. When I looked back down at the floor of the car I saw sneakers and tights that only reached halfway up her calves.

The rest of her outfit was basically a swimsuit. Or I guess I should say, a bikini. Like I said, that’s how I knew she was tan. She was tan everywhere I could see, and I could see a lot. One of her thighs looked like it was bigger around than my whole body. Her hips could have fit three of me side–by–side in their width. I couldn’t see her bottom because she was facing me, but I shook myself to banish that unwanted mental image. The girl’s tummy was a little soft; I could see it just hanging a little over her bikini… shorts? Pants? The bottom part.

The only reason I got such a good look at the girl’s legs and tummy was that I was trying not to look any higher than that. I’m not sure now which is worse, staring at a girl’s chest or staring at her legs and –er– pelvic area.

It was inevitable of course that I looked up a few times. Every time the train hit a rough bit of track it startled me into looking up. Every time I looked up, I stood face–to–face with her chest. She had the biggest breasts I’d ever seen. They were bigger than my head; and thanks to her height, they shook and bounced barely a dozen centimeters from my nose.

Thankfully, the blue–haired girl was staring at her phone in one hand — holding the bar with the other — so she hopefully didn’t notice me whenever I accidentally looked at her chest. Sometimes I managed to look all the way up and see her face. She had a beautiful face. I guessed she was at least three or four years older than me. She reminded me a lot of my old babysitter— the “cool” one who made me feel very strange back in middle–school.

I know now what those feelings meant; and I was feeling them again here on the crowded train. My ears felt hot and I knew I was probably blushing. Another drop of sweat rolled down my nape and under my summer uniform shirt.

I didn’t need this today. I didn’t need girls like this anywhere in my life right now, if ever. I tried to put the girl out of my head as I ran over equations for the dozenth time, losing myself in the threads of my own thoughts. The train car rocked and I caught myself staring again— entranced by the way the girl’s huge chest jiggled and swayed with the motion of the train. I dropped my head to stare at the floor again, starting my calculations over. I could still see her thick thighs; they were jiggling too.

I shuffled backward, trying to create a little more personal space between me and the girl. As is pretty typical of my luck, the train hit its largest bump yet, and without my feet firmly planted on the car floor, I was thrown into the air.

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One of the nice things about losing your footing in a crowded train is that it’s pretty easy not to end up on the gross floor of the car. One of the bad things about that, is that it’s usually strangers who break your fall.

As my legs slid out from under me, my body reacted with instinct and reflex. Fully outside my control, my arms wheeled around wildly, flailing for anything to grab or push against to stay upright. Unfortunately for my very soon–to–be–over young life, the nearest such objects for me to grab were a particularly robust pair of breasts.

By the time my distracted brain caught up with my body, my face was smothered in something warm and soft, and my left hand held something that felt like a shirt collar. I tried to gasp in shock but couldn’t get enough air. I leaned my head back, using both hands to push myself away from the suffocating presence and found myself face–to–face with the goddess.

It wasn’t until I heard the tell–tale sound of someone’s phone taking a picture that I realized everyone around was staring at me. Well, staring at her. That’s when I glanced down at my left hand and saw it was holding onto the top part of her bra –er– I mean, her bikini top.

I stared for a moment at the exposed nipple. I’d never seen one in real life, except I guess when I was a baby. I didn’t even have time to process what I was seeing. Time slowed to a crawl. I looked up to see the girl’s maroon eyes flashing with rage. She pushed me off her with one hand, sending me flying the other way. My head cracked against something hard — probably the wall of the train car — and my vision went blurry while she adjusted her outfit to preserve her dignity.

As the train rolled on, the girl wasn’t looking at her phone anymore. She stared at me with what I’m sure was boiling hot anger. The awkward silence stretched for several long minutes, until the train slowed for the next stop. The blue–haired girl grabbed the color of my shirt and necktie with her long, tanned fingers. She dragged me to the door and pushed me out ahead of her.

“Let’s go!” She hissed in my ear, shoving me out onto the platform.

This is it, I thought. This is the story of how I die.

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II

–CLANG–

My back crashed into a chain link fence, and then she was on me. Crimson eyes glaring down in fury while two jacket–clad arms blocked my escape to either the left or the right. That’s if I could even make my body move at all. Which I couldn’t.

The blue–haired woman leaned against the fence with both arms stretched out straight. But her body, especially her massive chest, reached so far in front of her that I could see nothing below my chin but two huge, tanned mounds of flesh. I started to hyperventilate as I tried desperately to gasp out an apology. An explanation. Anything at all to get this massive girl off me before I suffocated to death.

“It was an accident—“ An external pressure added to my already tight chest as the woman leaned herself against me; I lost what little breath I had left.

She leaned away, but I still wasn’t free of her amazing body.

“I’m so sorry, really, I—“ She put her face centimeters from mine, glaring. My teeth clicked shut.

“Look, I know it was a crappy thing to do, but please, I’ll make it ri—” This time she gave me the glare and the pressure together.

She was leaning in so close I could taste her warm breath. The force of her breasts pressed against me was so strong I thought my ribs might crack.

“What’s your name?”

This was it. She was gonna sue me, or have me reported as a sexual assault–er? What’s the word? Assailant? Rapist? Anyway, she’d need my name to report me. The edges of my vision went dark, all I could see were a pair of angry red eyes, fringes of blue hair, and breasts mounding up to my chin.

“–Kaaa– Charles!” I gasped with the last bit of air in my lungs.

Suddenly I was free. The pressure vanished so quickly I almost fell flat on my face. I doubled over, coughing and gasping huge gulps of air.

“Ah ha ha ha!” The girl’s laugh was harsh, but not quite mean.

“‘Charles?’ Okay Professor… No way that’s your real name. Anyway I’m not calling you that. It’s Charlie, am I right?”

As I was righting myself, the girl stepped up close to me again, poking a finger hard into my ribs.

“I’m Roxane. Roxxie, as if you don’t recognize one of the top 2% of content creators. If you’re going to strip me in public, you should buy me lunch at least!”

Before I had a chance to respond to that ‘suggestion,’ Roxxie had me by the hand — well, wrist — and was dragging me down the sidewalk.

“I don’t really have time—“

“Can it, Charlie.”

“But I have an appointment…“

Roxxie ignored me.

We reached a restaurant. It was a buffet. I’d been planning to get a sandwich from a vending machine; but I was keen on surviving the day, so I asked the hostess for two buffet spots.

“You’re lucky this buffet is here. Probably for the best, since I doubt you have much money.”

Roxxie eyed me up and down, taking in my uniform sweater and shorts.

“What are you, a high schooler?”

I straightened my back, trying to make the most of my small stature.

“I’m eighteen!” I protested.

Roxxie chuckled. “Well that’s good at least. Minors aren’t allowed on my OnlyFans. And anyway you got to see my bare chest! Normally that’d cost you at least 300 bucks! Obviously you’re buying!!”

Several patrons at the restaurant were eyeing us, so I tried to quiet her down.

“Alright alright, I’ll pay for your lunch. Just keep your voice down please!” I whispered loudly.

Roxxie crossed her arms under her chest, making her impressive bosom bulge upward. She plopped down in her chair at our table. A server approached and asked for our drink orders.

“Water is fine for me.” I said.

“Sweet tea.” Roxxie added.

The server nodded and hurried away. I pulled out my own chair and started to sit.

“–Ahem– what are you doing?” Roxxie was glaring at me.

“Erm…” I stammered.

“Go get me some food!” She barked.

I waved both hands at her. “Shh…”

“I’ll hush when I have something tasty in my mouth, now hop to it!”

“What do you want?”

“Whatever looks good. Chicken or something. Just make sure you get plenty.”

I stood back up and wandered to the buffet lines, grabbing two plates from the warm stack. I grabbed a chicken leg for myself and two for Roxxie, then some buttery asparagus and fried potatoes. I filled her plate almost double mine, figuring a girl that size could probably hold a decent amount of food. Hopefully she’d eat fast so I could get on my way. The last thing I needed was to drive late to my presentation, on top of everything else.

I returned to our table with the plates and finally sat down. Roxxie quirked one eyebrow at the plate I slid in front of her.

“Hmm, this’ll do for a start…”

For a start? How much could this woman eat??

The answer of course was, a lot. I hadn’t even finished my own lunch when Roxxie was forking up the last thing on her plate, the asparagus.

“Better go –chomp– get me some more, Charlie…”

I felt heat at the back of my neck at her use of my name; but I slid my chair back and trudged back up to the buffet line. I filled a plate with meatloaf and mashed potatoes then brought it back to the blue–haired annoyance.

Roxxie ate like a girl who’d been fasting for weeks. She took huge bites alternating with big gulps of sweet tea. I lost count of how many times the servers refilled her glass. Every time she got near the end of a plate, she sent me back for more. I brought back lasagna, mac and cheese, chicken parm, pork chops, then started over with the fried chicken.

So Roxxie ate, and ate, and ate.

I figured a woman her size must have to eat a lot, but this was getting ridiculous. Somewhere around her forth or fifth plate I stopped being so scared of her. She wasn’t really all that intimidating, especially like this. She sat at the table like a chubby little kid, gorging herself on buffet food like she was trying to make herself sick.

I think Roxxie must have picked up on the change in my mood, because her smug attitude started to fade; and she wasn’t smiling as much. I started to think she wasn’t even enjoying the food, but she kept eating anyway. Her stomach was starting to press against the edge of the table, and she rubbed it with one hand while she continued shoveling bites into her mouth with the other.

She started eating slower, breathing hard between bites.

“Get –huff– me some more –haaa– Charlie.”

Irritated, I nearly knocked my chair over getting up to make yet another trip through the lines. I loaded up a plate with more meatloaf. I piled mashed potatoes as high as I could without them spilling off. Balancing the plate carefully, I stomped back to our table and slid it across to Roxxie. The mountain of food was so high she almost got potato on her bikini when she leaned forward to inspect it.

“There. Are we even now?” My own voice sounded strange in my ears.

Roxxie’s eyes were wide as she stared at the overloaded plate, but she glared up at me in annoyance.

“Of course we’re not even!”

She forked up a big lump into her mouth and chewed slowly. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t even hungry anymore at this point. Was she really that greedy? Or was she continuing to eat just to spite me?

I checked my watch. I would still make my meeting, barely. If only I could manage to somehow get free of this psycho glutton.