As Jennifer wobbled to the car and squished into the seat, she immediately became thankful that Heather's seats were ready for their burden. They were coated in a type of latex that gripped without irritating Jennifer's bare skin. It was a good thing they weren't cloth, or surely either of the moist passengers would have quickly ruined them.
As Hannah began driving, Jennifer quickly became lost in her own world. She had given the directions to Hannah for her GPS, so she didn't need to navigate. Her mind kept repeating the lewd scenes of the day, and it was only serving in making her seat that much damper. She darted a glance at Hannah, who was focusing on the road. It just brought scenes of their passionate lovemaking to her mind. She unconsciously started rubbing her thighs together tightly, the stimulation increasing the flood of fluids. She felt the need for something in her mouth, so she gently peeled the sticker off of her right breast. She began suckling her nipple, the sizable bust allowing her ample reach. In her mind, she was leaning against the door, giving Hannah the impression that she was maybe napping. In reality, her tit was pressed against the window, the nipple pointing up. Meanwhile, she was going to town on the nipple like it was a dick, bobbing up and down as she played with the tip with her tongue. On a normal day, this would be a sight for the ages. But this was normal. And the pedestrians and other drivers barely paid her any attention.
As they pulled to a stop, Hannah cleared her throat again. Jennifer suddenly snapped out of her trance, and apologetically looked at Hannah, who was sporting a hungry smile, "We're here! Anya really wasn't kidding when she said you were a bit of a mess when you get further along with your day, was she?"
Jennifer shook her head with a giggle, "I guess I am a bit of a mess, aren't I? I just can't help it! Everything is just so goddamn sexy!" She felt a little bad about making a mess in Hannah's car, but she had an idea how she could repay Hannah for the trip, "Do you wanna come in? I'm pretty sure my brother Ernest is home, and he had a pretty hefty dick last time I caught him jerking it. Our parents aren't going to be home for -hours- so they shouldn't care. Not that they really do anyways." She shrugged, sending ripples through her jell-o's. Hannah responded, "Sure! The quicker I make it through my day, the quicker I can get back to work and quit focusing on all this amazing sex." Her gaze flicked briefly from Jennifer's eyes to her ample bosom.
So the pair sauntered their way to the front door. Jennifer didn't have anywhere on her very limited clothing to keep a key, so she really hoped that her brother Chad was home. As they walked up the path, Jennifer tried to reapply the sticker to her right breast, which was now moist with her saliva. She was only partially successful, as she could feel the top peeling off and exposing her nipple to the open air. 'It's better than nothing' she resolved. As she rang the doorbell, the door swung open after a minute.
"Hi Sis! And who's this bombshell you've got with you?" He looked Hannah up and down, his gaze lingering on her breasts and waist.
"That's Anya's older sister Hannah! She was nice enough to drive me home after me and Annie got a little lunch. I figured you wouldn't mind fuckin her for a reward, would you bro?" she clasped her hands in front of her and gave him puppy dog eyes. He mocked sarcasm, "Well, if I reaaaally have to, I guess I can give her a reward for her time. Cmon upstairs with me Hannah! And Jennifer, Barry is here. Would you mind keeping him entertained while I repay Hannah?" Jennifer nodded enthusiastically, but had an odd feeling inside. Like, she wanted Brad to fuck her brains out, but she didn't feel like having sex. It was similar to seeing an appetizing food, but not being hungry to eat it. Since she didn't remember the phone call earlier, she didn't realize that enough time hadn't passed since she had fucked Hannah.
'Regardless,' Jennifer thought, 'I gave my word. I'll keep him entertained so I don't ruin Hannah's good time!'
As she walked into the foyer, she saw Barry playing games on the TV. As she saw him finish the level he was on, she walked in front of the screen, hands resting on top of her massive melons, the right tassled sticker barely clinging on.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt your game, but Ernie said I should keep you busy while he's repaying my friend for doing me a favor. But I can see you're pretty occupied with your game." Barry already had his dick out.
"Not so fast. I can entertain you in almost any way you please, but I'm not really feeling like penetration right now. But that doesn't mean we can't think of a few dozen other things to do with that impressive cock." She winked as she strutted her way from the TV across to him. She rested her massive mammaries on top of his legs, and stuffed his cock between them. She started rubbing her tits up and down, spitting between her crevasse for some added lubrication to the sweat that had been building. Every time she actively tried to suck on the head, her mouth would swivel to the side of his cock, adding more lubrication to the equation.
She quickly realized that her technique wasn't going to keep Barry properly entertained. So she pulled back off of his legs, freeing him. As she sat her massive ass on her legs, knees on the floor, he stood up. She began to alternate between her hands and her breasts. Finally, during one of her hands-on phases, she had the brilliant idea to flip her grip. Within moments, she could feel his throbbing member ready its payload. She closed her eyes as a stream of warm and salty fluid streaked out. A string of it splattered onto her face, while her breasts caught the majority of it. She could feel the warm oozing between her breasts, slipping down her stomach. She opened her eyes, and looked at Barry's happy face as he sheathed his sword.
"I hope you were entertained! Do you wanna do anything else? It shouldn't be too long before Ernie and Hannah are done."
"No, now that I think about it I have a bit of homework to get to before class tomorrow. Let Ernest know that I'll let him bring VR Soldiers 2 to class for him to borrow tomorrow!" Jennifer nodded, as Barry saved his game, gathered his things, and left. Jennifer collapsed in a pile of cum. She started eagerly licking all of the aftermath off of her face with her fingers. She frantically started rubbing her drenched cunt with Barry's juices. It was driving her nuts. She wanted the cock so bad, but why didn't she want to fuck? Meanwhile, she hadn't noticed the further changes that had taken place. Her breasts were now beyond any logical human measurement, and they were at least a cup size bigger than her head. Her plump ass elevated her pelvis so much so that if she laid on her back, her pussy would always be slanted upward. Thicc was an understatement, by at least two c's.
Deciding that the living room floor wasn't going to help her resolve her issues, she stalked off to the downstairs shower. She didn't need much work getting rid of her clothes before she got in. The nipple stickers had both been lost to Barry's dick. Her thin G-string had snapped right off as she was burying her semen-covered fingers into her drenched mound.
She began to lather her obscene body up with soap, tenderly massaging her sensitive breasts. Though they were unrealistically large and largely unrestrained, she hadn't felt much of a burden from the increased mass. She worked her fingers down her stomach, rubbing off the dried and crusted flecks of semen. As she worked her way down to her snatch, she marveled that some of what she had been rubbing in only moments ago had already dried, in spite of her constantly moist status. Not that she really cared how dirty her cunt was at this point, 'but,' she reasoned 'A clean puss is smoother when it gets FUCKED' and emphasized the last word with a little flick of her clit, which sent waves of pleasure across her body, her breasts undulating with even the slightest spasm. Suddenly, as if a switch was flipped, she felt like shoving any number of objects into her clean cunt. She looked around and spied a shampoo bottle that was about the right size and shape. She went to town on it, burying it deep inside of her.
As she jiggled out of the shower and dried off, she realized the futility of drying her cunt. 'My pussy is just going to start sopping again in a second anyways, so I might as well just leave it as-is...'
She slipped on her 'clothes,' ignoring that everything had been mostly destroyed before she got in. Her new top consisted of a string which barely covered the tips of her nipples, but pulled everything up so it wasn't sagging. Her 'pants' could maybe loosely be called dental floss. To her, these odd garments didn't strike her out of the ordinary, as she pulled the new g-string deep into her dripping curtains.