I found a giggling Kayla resting on the floor of the tiny hallway between our bedroom, bathroom, and living space, resting on two huge beach ball-sized brown orbs squeezed awkwardly between the walls, the Chronivac out of arm's reach on the other end of the hallway. It took me a moment to realize those orbs were her breasts.
“I think I went too far.” She murmured, cackling. It sent waves jiggling throughout them, the whole sight less sexy than I imagined a mega-betitted Kayla to be.
“Just a touch,” I joked, kicking the phone over to her.
After some toying, her breasts retreated away back into her, and she popped out of the jam with a cute ‘oof’, standing before me. Her tits were still huge, as big as her head at least, with a supernatural perkiness that bordered on the artificial.
“There we go,” she chirped, giving them a jiggle, “back to normal.”
“So this is the new normal?” I asked, hypnotized into watching the breasts bounce over to the sofa.
“No idea what you are talking about.” She smirked, smushing them together and letting them, playing with them idly. This could have been a telling sign, but - in all honesty - we both idly played with her breasts from time to time.
“Put this on then.” I said, passing her her still-warm bra. She wrinkled her nose at me, sighed, and whipped the S7A open.
“Fine, I’ll just go back to normal then,” she grinned.
“Nope,” I snapped, swiping the phone and slipping it into my robe pocket. I flopped onto the sofa beside her, too distracted by the twins to see her smug grin.
There was a moment where we just sat there, in silence, quietly comprehending the two of them. The increased size on her already large areola left her with areolas larger than a gamecube disk and distended with a slight puffiness, her normally outy nipples now inversed to innies. I could feel her heavy breathing from all the way across the sofa, watching them rise and fall, watching her enjoy the sensation of them move, and of me staring at her.
I took my eyes off them long enough to see her flick me a disappointed look.
“What?” I whined. “I always stare at you with your tits out.”
“Not the thing that's disappointing me,” she said, swiveling her legs onto the sofa. She put her hands on her breasts, squeezing them together as she fluttered her eyes at me. I didn’t need to be told twice.
I bounded over the sofa, pushing a kiss onto her lips, a hand cupping her new mass. To my shock they were natural, almost above natural, the fatty softness pouring out of my greedy hand. She let out another strained and breathy ‘oof’, pulling away from my touch with a cringe, and I pulled back too, apologizing.
“It's alright, they’re just a little sensitive,” she smiled, patting my head. “You can probably think of a better way to engage with them anyway.”
We both grinned at each other after that, chuckling. Without exchanging another word I left her face, plunging down into the soft embrace over her infinite cleavage, surrounding myself in walls of soft brown. I was worshiping them, kissing at the softness, gentler hands pushing them together as Kay giggled sweetly, idle moans slipping out under breath. I emerged from the darkness, licking and kissing as I found my way over to the centre over her sensitivity, navigating over to a hardened nipple.
I smiled up at Kay, but she never saw it. Her eyes were fluttering shut, her head pulled back, muttering something encouraging as her hand searched for my head. As she found it she pushed me into the source of her arousal, covering me in her pillowy softness, my lips latching on.
Her nipple slowly emerged, lost in an areola so large I could barely fit in my mouth, but I tried. I gummed at the preak, sucking and licking the nodule as I positioned my mouth over it, kneading the breast with my hands as she pushed my mouth into her breast, bleating ministrations flowing from Kay’s mouth under breath. She was putty, my name the only word I could say as I finally got her areola into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue.
As I looked up at her she looked down at me, eyes catching one another, locked together, watching what the throes of passion did to one another. She managed to leave my eyes long enough to dart over to the table, staring at the Chronivac.