Will arrived late, after Megan had eaten dinner. She left a little food for him, but given the time in his text, she assumed he would have eaten already too.
"Wow," he said to her... or rather, her breasts, as they were the first things his eyes landed on when she opened the door. "I had to see if it was true. I barely remember last night, but I just knew it wasn't a dream."
"Ahem," Megan said gruffly. Will finally looked up into her eyes.
"Oh, uh... sorry. I'm sorry. Hi, Megan." He started to blush a fierce red.
Megan almost scolded him, but it would have been half-hearted, if that. She felt blood rushing to her face as well. She was proud her new chest drew his attention that quickly. She ushered him inside.
"I thought you were busy tonight?" she asked. "There's food left over if you want some."
"Thanks, but no, I'm stuffed. Had a business dinner. Do you want help wrapping this up?"
"I've got it." Megan smiled at him and began putting the leftovers in containers. "So all you wanted to do was swing by to confirm my breasts were bigger?" she teased.
He gave her a snide look and fished in his coat pockets. "Well, that was objective number one..." He retrieved a small box and held it, waiting for her to finish putting everything in the fridge. When Megan turned back to him, he held it out for her. "I also wanted to give you this."
Megan gasped and cooed, taking the box. "Will! You bought me chocolates?!"
"90% dark, your favorite."
"Oh..." She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "You didn't have to go to that much trouble."
"You're worth it," he smiled. "I'm sorry for not taking enough time for you. I'm going to do better."
Megan and Will shared a kiss. When Megan pulled back, she smirked. "So all I had to do to get your attention was to grow bigger boobs?"
He snickered. She tilted her head. "What?"
"You've never said 'boobs' before."
"I must have."
"Not like that. Not about your own chest."
"Does that make me funny?"
"No. It's just...different. Fun. Not funny. You can keep calling them 'boobs.' Use whatever language you want. I won't laugh anymore."
"You're dodging my question."
"What question was that?"
Megan hit him playfully in the shoulder. Will reacted with a similarly comical wince.
"No, your breasts aren't the only reason I came over tonight." Will's voice softened and became more sober. "It was wonderful being with you last night. It was everything. Being with you feels more right than it ever has."
Megan rubbed his arms. They were large. Firm. They felt nice. "I know. I feel the same thing."
Will cupped her chin and brought their lips together again. This time their kiss was deep and sensual.
Minutes later, they were half-naked on Megan's bed, fucking wildly. Will hovered atop Megan, kissing her and playing with her breasts as he thrust into her. The same passions from the night before roared through their senses.
"Yes!" Megan panted. "Give me that massive cock!" She exaggerated his proportions, but loved what he had to offer all the same. Will grunted and redoubled his motions, bringing them both to a rousing climax.
They cuddled in the afterglow. "Keep massaging my boobs," Megan muttered. "They seem to get sore more easily now."
"Was I too rough?" Will asked as he obliged her, rolling his thumbs around her erect nipples. Small beads of milk trickled out of them and coated his fingers.
"You were fine. You can be rough. I liked it. In fact, I want to go again."
"Babe, I don't think I can."
"Come on, find some energy and fuck me hard. I'm hungry for that huge cock."
Will felt a stirring in his loins and smiled. "Okay, you filthy-mouthed sex vixen. I'll give you everything I've got." He kissed her forehead. He rose back up, and to his astonishment, so did his member. Within seconds it was full and hard once again, and looking bigger than ever.
Megan felt him enter her a second time and gasped as her love tunnel was stretched more than she'd ever felt before. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Will stopped immediately. "Are you all right?"
Megan shut her eyes tight, more annoyed than hurt. "Y-yes! Don't stop fucking me! Ram me good!"
'Where the fuck did she pick up that language?' Will thought as he began plowing her the way she wanted. They occasionally traded filthy words during sex, but not this much, and not with such...sincere intensity. He wondered if something bigger might be amiss...but it was hard to focus on that at the moment. Another series of yelps from Megan and he realized he was not only thrusting with all his might, he was also squeezing her breasts awfully hard. But it felt great, and the way it sounded, it felt great to Megan, too.
'Fuck this is good,' Megan thought to herself. Every thrust of Will's cock exploded like fireworks in her mind. 'I want this every night. He's amazing!'
The next morning, Megan woke up one minute before her alarm, but laid there a couple of minutes after it went off before pulling herself out of bed. She rubbed her temples and then turned to Will. He had fallen asleep on top of the sheets, completely konked out. She smiled.
Her eyes drifted to his member. It was limp, but it still looked bigger than it used to be. 'Just like my boobs,' she thought, not giving a single indication that it was unusual for her to use that word. She thought back to the night before. Like the first night, it was very hazy. But she could vividly remember how good it felt to have that thing inside her. Maybe she could convince him to come over again tonight.
She took one last look at her lover and then turned to the bathroom to get ready for work.