Dazed and exhausted the room seemed to waver between focused and blurry in Bobby's eyes. He did not seem to notice. He was lost replaying the last half hour of his life in his mind trying to burn the sensations and the images into his permanent memory. Around him Colleen rested a bit before slipping out of the room.
The passion, Bobby remembered. The sounds that his girlfriend had made must have hurt her voice he reasoned. He closed his eyes and found her face starring up at him from her pillow, mouth agape. Her eyes were nearly unfocused and almost closed. Her red hair mussed, wildly spread out, framing her. Those lips she had near the end had frightened him as much as it had aroused.
Colleen's breasts had been nearly the size of beach balls when Bobby climaxed. They had been so big he had been unable to kiss Colleen after she lay down on the bed. Despite the size, her breasts did not seem to be any heavier than when she arrived. Colleen did not seem to be bothered by anything except the shear size of her breasts. Bobby assumed that the added volume must have been something like air filling balloons. The magic of his curse was something to consider. If Bobby had not been so eager he wondered how much more extreme she could have been.
A rustling at the door drew him out of his dream world. Colleen had returned looking fresh and sexy. She dropped a pile of clothing on the bed and fished her outfit free. Bobby watched quietly as she dressed. The amazingly inflated girl he had just seen was no more. At Colleen's orgasm her lips had shrunk considerably. When Bobby let go her lips disappeared. Her face had returned to normal and it looked strangely empty. When Bobby became limp again her breasts shrunk just as quickly. Before he went into a stupor Colleen was back to the D's with which she arrived. When she was dressed again she sat uneasily on his bed.
"Bobby," she said softly, "about what we just did; I want to thank you for helping me."
"Colleen," Bobby croaked. His mouth was dry and his voice a little hoarse.
"You're a great guy for doing this for me," she cut him off. "I know that you were as hesitant to ... fuck ... as I was. My lips were just too big and Loki told me that the only way to get them back to normal was to get someone to orgasm with me. So, it's great that you could help me like that."
"Right," Bobby said not really following her train of thought. Did she really think that he had done this just to get rid of her lips? He could not even remember her talking about that at the moment. Did he not hit his head on the stairs when she jumped on him to get his pants off? Did she not remember the incredibly large breasts that would not have allowed her to leave the room?
"So, I was thinking that we could have a standing agreement to not change our relationship at all. I want it to go back to the way it was before the prom. Only I would like to have you agree to be able to do that again when I need it." She made eye contact briefly before returning her gaze to the floor at her feet.
Slowly Bobby caught on to what she was saying. "You want to go back to having our abstinent relationship while also having sex whenever you feel bad about your lips?"
"Yeah. If you wouldn't mind?"
"Colleen, you know that I respect you, but how can we not have sex while we have sex? I mean that was fun, right? I had fun. Wasn't it fun for you?" Images of Colleen flashed through his head. Her kneeling on his bed, naked and rubbing her inflated breasts. Her sitting on his stomach dangling her tits in his face sucking on her fingers. Her moaning ... and screaming ... in pleasure.
She smiled a little. Then scowled. "Bobby that is not the point. We are being manipulated against our wills. Bobby, we aren't expressing our love to each other, we are humping like animals so that Loki can jack himself off at our expense."
Bobby loved how she talked a little dirty when she was angry. It was the only time she swore. When she talked like this he finally felt he was seeing her real self and not just the popular image she showed to everyone else. He felt he could love this Colleen more than the other. He wondered if the real Colleen was the one that had smiled a moment ago at the memory of her inflated body. Between his legs Bobby started to react to the idea of her liking it as much as he had.
"Bobby, this is something that we have to fight. It's not something that we should accept just because it feels good. So, if this agreement is going to work we have to work hard to not enjoy the sex." She continued talking without looking up. Colleen was outlining possible regular schedules or fixed dates to get together and blah blah blah.
Bobby was no longer listening. In his opinion Colleen was talking nonsense so he tuned her out. His loins were stirring a little and he was dreaming. He could see her sitting there, neat and prim. But her could also see the golden tan of her legs leading the eye up into her skirt. He could see the tight top she wore and the cleavage hiding underneath. Her nipples so dark and pointy. Her lips so glossy and enticing. The wild vixen Colleen was there under her clothes. He had seen it in her eyes. It made him hard.
She was rubbing her hands together between her thighs when she felt her lips tingle a little. Colleen mumbled to a stop mid-sentence as her lips swelled a little. What was she saying? Was she babbling? Where were her hands? She found them doing things between her legs as her shirt started to feel itchy on her skin. Especially on her nipples. Was she getting flushed?
"Bobby!" She snapped. "Are you listen to me?"