Tamika couldn’t fall asleep, even if she wanted to. The sheer size of her new endowments meant that trying to get comfortable would be an absolute nightmare.
It took a couple hours, but she inevitably accepted the truth. She now had giant melon-boobs… at least until midnight.
So, as she had planned beforehand, she ordered pizza.
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Tamika opened the door, hiding the lower half of her body from whoever was at the door. Despite her assumption of a pubescent teenage boy answering the door, instead arrived a fairly good looking young woman, perhaps at the end of her teens.
“That’ll be $7.45 ma’am,” the young woman said.
“Y-yeah, give me a second,” Tamika said, stepping away from the door to grab her wallet. She pulled out a ten dollar bill.
But unexpectedly, the young woman had turned out to be a little nosier than expected. She opened the door a little wider, giving her a full view of Tamika as she walked back to the door.
The young woman’s eyes went wide, unable to take her eyes away from the immense cleavage Tamika presented. Tamika wasn’t sure why she was looking at her until she suddenly remembered.
Her face filled with red, blushing like no tomorrow, “I’m sorry!” She said to the young woman, quickly rushing over to her,
“W-what for… ma’am…”
“For the…” Tamika paused, “m-my…”
“Please ma’am, it’s my own fault!” The young lady replied, “I didn’t mean to stare I just…” she lost her train of thought, once again getting lost in Tamika’s cleavage, “I just…”
“Haven’t seen anyone with breasts this big?” Tamika suggested,
“I-it’s not that… just on your frame…” she said,
Tamika chuckles, “I’m not used to them, trust me…” she said,
“O-oh… are they implants?” The young woman asked,
“Um…” she hesitated, “not exactly,” Tamika replied,
“Oh, right,” the young woman said,
“They’re not as fun as you’d think,”
“Really?” The young woman said, looking at her own smaller chest, “honestly I’d kill for bigger breasts,” the young woman stated, “even ones that big,”
“Yeah…” Tamika said, “I guess they are a little more fun than I would have expected.” The young woman couldn’t help but chuckle at that remark, “seriously,” Tamika said, “I was pretty small before, so don’t worry, I know how it feels,”
The young woman couldn’t help but smile. Tamika smiled as well, “sorry, I’ll let you go now, thanks for the pizza… and the chat,” she finished, “made me feel a lot better,”
“Me too,” the young woman said, handing over the pizza box.
Tamika was about to give the ten dollar bill to the her, but instead reached into her wallet and grabbed another five, “here,” she said, “you keep all the change,”
“Really?”
“Yep,” Tamika almost finished, just one more question on her mind, “can I get your name?”
“Right, it’s Gianna Torres,”
“Got it, thank you Gianna,” she smiled, “I hope you have a great rest of your week,” she finished, about to close the door,
“Um wait!” Gianna said, sticking her foot through, “s-sorry, I’m not supposed to do that. Can I just get your name as well..?”
Tamika chuckled, “Tamika,” she said, “Tamika Hernandez,”
The two finally parted, Tamika waved as Gianna walked back to her car. She closed the door, and suddenly let out a deep sigh.
She had never had such an interaction with a pizza delivery worker. In fact, she’d never had such an interaction with anyone! These new assets, as annoying as they can be, seemed to her gained her a new friend.
That reminded her…
Lauren.
Tamika sat herself on the couch, trying to find a place to rest the pizza box. But then she realised she could just rest it atop her breasts. They were large enough that they’d actually support it fairly well.
She turned on the TV, but decided to text Lauren, the woman she met earlier that day.
‘Hey Lauren, this is Tamika. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out soon. With the kids being gone, it’s the best time to do it. Text me or call me and we’ll find time to do it.’
And with that, Tamika threw her phone across the couch, deciding to watch mindless television for the rest of the night. Or at least until midnight when she can undo her wish.