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Contains: Breast Expansion, Giantess
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Goddesses’ Bet
X
“…I was running up Maple, and he was coming down eleventh,” Haley said, resisting the urge to giggle. “You know that place on the corner with all the antiques in the yard?”
“Like, old lawnmowers and shit?”
“Yeah, all rusty and stuff. Anyway, they used to have a big, tall fence all along the sidewalk. It’s chain-link now, but back then, it was wood, so neither of us could see around the corner.”
Taylor took a gulp of her wine, nodding.
“I came around the corner and barreled straight into him.”
“Seriously? Like a fuckin’ anime?”
“Yeah!” Haley doubled over with giggles, her breasts mashed between her chest and her knees, jiggling and quaking with her mirth.
Taylor leaned back on one arm. “That’s hilarious.”
They sat on the floor in Taylor’s room. Her roommate was staying over with her boyfriend, and Taylor got Shantel to hook her up with some booze. Haley thought it was way too sweet, but she wasn’t complaining.
She wiped her eyes and sipped from her glass. “Did he really try to save you from bullies in fifth grade?”
“Ha! Is that what he told you?”
Haley nodded, regretting it immediately as the room started to spin.
“He tried to rescue me when a couple sixth graders were mouthing off. They thought I was a weakling because I’m so short.”
“Were so short,” Haley noted.
Taylor burst out laughing. “I know, right? Nobody would dare fuck with me now; I barely even get hit on anymore.”
“If I’d been this tall when I met Mark, I would have probably been able to see him over that fence.”
“Yeah, but you would have crushed him instead of landing on your ass.”
Haley squirmed at that, her back arching involuntarily.
“Anyway,” Taylor continued forcefully, “The idiot got between me and the bullies and said, ‘Pick on someone your own size!’”
“He didn’t!”
“He did! I was so pissed. I didn’t need help from some gross boy. It’s not like he was any bigger than me!”
“He’s such a Boy Scout,” Haley mused.
“For real…” Taylor said, her tone carrying more frustration than amusement. She rose slowly to her feet, keeping her head ducked. There were few places in the dorm room where either girl could stand to her full height. “I gotta take a leak.”
“Gross.”
Taylor crossed the common room in three strides of her long legs. Getting into the dorm suite’s bathroom involved crouching low, turning to her side, and maneuvering her boobs through the small entrance one at a time. Once inside, she had to press herself against one wall to make room for the door to close. It was like watching Andre the Giant get into an airplane bathroom.
Haley sipped her wine, enjoying the tingling heat as it slid down her throat. Her phone lit up—their pizza was almost there. She checked herself over to make sure she was decently covered. As the two of them outgrew pants, shirts, and especially bras in all the easily available sizes, they’d had to get creative. Haley’s outfit consisted mostly of bedsheets. One encircled her waist with safety pins to make a skirt that reached mid-calf. Another wrapped over and around her enormous breasts, less for support, which she didn’t need, and more to keep them from moving around too much. It also helped hide her nipples if they stiffened at thoughts of Mark. The only “real” clothes she wore were a pair of XL socks and a 3XL tee shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the collar torn open. On Haley, it was barely a crop top.
–tap, tap, tap–
Haley’s mouth watered in anticipation as she carefully stood. Despite her sedentary lifestyle, she was eating more than ever. She still couldn’t keep up with Taylor, but she easily put away twice what she used to. She wasn’t gaining weight—well, she was definitely gaining weight, but growing to eight foot six with boobs the size of beanbag chairs will do that. But neither of them was getting fat—unless you count obese boobs and dump truck asses.
***
Taylor squeezed herself out of the bathroom just in time to see Haley tipping the delivery guy. Her friend squatted to see through the door, her head almost level with his. Her tits hung down full and fat, resting on her bent knees and giving the driver a hell of a show. Taylor bit back a laugh as his eyes went wide as golf balls. His hands shook as he handed three large boxes to Haley.
“Thanks so much!” Haley said.
“Mmm, mmhmm! Have a big—Um, I mean, have a good night!”
Taylor watched the guy waddle away awkwardly. “I think you just made that guy’s night.”
“Really? Why?” Haley asked.
“Are you serious? I bet he’s rock hard.” Taylor couldn’t believe the girl she’d caught fingering herself in a bathroom stall could still be so naive.
Then she saw the corner of Haley’s lips curl upward. “Oh, you bitch…”
Taylor gave Haley a smack on her bottom, causing the bookish girl to let out a cutesy gasp. Taylor grabbed the pizza boxes and carried them to the coffee table. One was for Haley, while the other two were hers. “Alright, girly movie or more Bridgerton?”
“Definitely a movie,” Haley said. “That show gets me too worked up to eat.”
“For real,” Taylor agreed.
The two young women sat together on the pile of cushions where the couch had once been. “Thanks for suggesting this,” Haley said. “I’m sure you’d have rather spent Valentine’s with Mark.”
“And you wouldn’t?”
“Of course, I would. But he didn’t ask, and hanging with you is way more fun than sitting alone in my room like a pathetic loser.”
“Now we can be losers together, breastie!” Taylor twisted her shoulders, sending her tits careening into Haley’s, and they burst out laughing.
***
Shantel held the door for Mark as he carried three boxes out of the dorm building, grunting with the effort. Taylor took them easily, stacking them in the rental truck.
“You know,” Shantel said, “This’d go way faster if you two just carried shit the whole way.”
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Haley said. “But I think getting ourselves through the doors without breaking anything would negate any time saved.”
Mark compared the three women. In any other company, Shantel would have impressive curves. But Taylor and Haley’s breasts looked like they weighed more than he did. At nearly ten feet tall, either girl could have rested them on his head while standing—and likely snap his spine in the process. Their breasts spread wider than their shoulders, and though he’d seen them squeeze through the door, it was no simple process.
Shantel said, “You make a good point…” Turning to Taylor, she added, “I can’t believe you’re quitting the team—before the semester’s even over.”
“Yeah…” Taylor stretched, making the tent-like novelty tee that barely covered her chest ride up. She tugged it down. “I won’t miss all the dirty looks from other teams, though. Or getting in and out of the bus.”
Mark and the rest of the volleyball team carried boxes and bags from the girls’ rooms while Haley stacked them in the truck. Shantel asked, “So, are you guys not coming back?”
“Maybe just to visit, but we’ll be doing all our classes and stuff online.”
“We’ll have to have a party at your new place.”
“For sure.”
Haley glared at Taylor. Taylor poked her boob, then lifted a massive roller bag in each hand.
When the truck was loaded, Haley and Taylor carried a flatbed trailer from an adjacent parking space. Once the trailer was hitched up and the girls were settled onto it, Mark drove the truck to their new place. It was a converted warehouse apartment. The “industrial minimalist” style worked to their advantage; the apartment had sixteen-foot ceilings and a rolltop door that opened to the street. Here, at least, the girls could unload the truck themselves.
Mark helped where he could, but the girls could easily lift twice as much weight, especially Taylor. Worse than that, being so close to his sexy friends—their towering bodies and gigantic boobs—made “Little Mark” almost painfully hard. He took his time carrying smaller boxes and bags into the apartment, mostly so he had something to hold in front of him.
It took less than an hour to unload the truck, but the late spring weather was warm enough to coat both enormous women in a sheen of sweat. Mark’s mouth was desert-dry, and his member rock-hard when Taylor pulled the snug shirt from her chest to fan herself, giving him a quick flash of the yards of cloth wrapped around her gigantic breasts before he quickly averted his gaze.
Haley asked, “What’s our shower situation here, Tay?”
“Oh, check this out!” In a few strides, Taylor crossed the cavernous apartment to show off a curtained corner that housed the bathroom fixtures. “There’s no door, and it goes all the way to the ceiling.”
“Oh, nice!”
“Plus, I had them install this!” Taylor plucked the shower sprayer from its mount, showing it off. It was a normal sprayer, but several lengths of flexible hose had been joined together to make it longer. “No more crouching to get under the water.”
“Or having to sit on wet tile…” Haley added.
Mark’s heart was pounding hard enough to burst out of his chest. Even while straining to look anywhere but at the S-tier goddesses his friends had become, his mind raced with images of them naked and wet, water running down those huge boobs and over legs almost as long as he was tall.
“I, um, I should take the truck and trailer back. Could you guys help me hitch it back up real quick?”
“Oh, sure!” Taylor’s disappointed tone was completely lost on Mark.
XI
Taylor and Haley spent the summer in their apartment while Mark went back home. They had video calls at least once a week, where the girls took advantage of every camera angle. After their calls, Mark locked his door and pleasured himself to photos and muted videos online. He locked his eyes on the screen, desperate to push down the memory of Taylor and Haley squeezing together to fit in the video, creating a third line of impossibly long cleavage between them. As far as he’d fallen, he couldn’t go so far as to jerk off to thoughts of his best friends.
He still hated himself every time he finished.
***
Haley knelt on a pile of blankets in their warehouse apartment. She gripped Taylor’s thighs in both hands, licking until her friend came. When she pushed up to look past the rising hills of Taylor’s breasts to see her face, she said, “I have an idea…”
In shuddering, panting breaths, Taylor asked, “What’s… that?”
Haley pushed herself upright, crossing her legs. Even seated, she was taller than she’d been a year ago. Her breasts rested in her lap, the size of small cars. “It’s a little crazy, so feel free to say no.”
Taylor sat up as well, shifting back slightly to keep their boobs from touching. “Just tell me.”
***
Mark walked up to the ‘man door’ entrance to the girls’ apartment. It had been almost three months since he last saw his friends in the flesh. So much flesh… Just the thought was making him hard, and he shook the images away before knocking.
“Come in!”
Stepping into the apartment, Mark was surrounded with boobs. Taylor and Haley bent down to hug him, only managing to get their arms around their respective chests, drowning him in an ocean of flesh.
“We missed you so much,” Haley said.
Mark craned his neck to keep from suffocating, smiling up at the two girls. “I missed you, too.”
The girls released Mark from his mammary prison, standing to their full height. They’d clearly kept growing over the summer. Both were over twice his height, their heads nearly touching the apartment’s sixteen-foot ceiling. His head only reached mid-thigh, and he kept his neck tilted up to avoid looking at either girl’s crotch. From where he stood, he couldn’t even see their faces—just the undersides of four immense boobs wrapped in massive crop tops.
“Come sit,” Taylor said, “we wanna talk to you about something.”
Mark followed the girls into the apartment. There were a few normal-sized padded chairs, but Taylor and Haley sat in a pile of enormous beanbags. Walking on shaky knees, Mark picked a chair that faced the two women.
“I’ll start,” Haley said. “Ordinarily, I’d prefer to let the man make the first move—“
“But we’re sick of waiting,” Taylor cut in.
Haley shot her a gentle glare. “True enough. Mark, we like you.”
Confused, Mark said, “I like you, too—“
She held up a hand to interrupt him. “I mean really like you. I think about you all the time, even when we’re all together.”
“Same,” Taylor said.
Haley stared into her cleavage. “I’ve wanted to be your girlfriend since junior year.”
“Sophomore.”
Haley glared at Taylor again, then met Mark’s bewildered gaze. “If you feel the same, all you have to do is say so.”
“Same goes for me,” Taylor said. “Being apart all summer sucked. I wanna be with you all the time.”
Mark gaped at his gorgeous, gigantic friends, feeling more confused than he had in his life. He cast about his mind for a polite way to ask, then blurted out, “I thought you guys were gay?”
“What‽”
Taylor stared at him, but Haley was watching Taylor. Her long fingers brushed Taylor’s, and their fingers laced as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
Haley looked back at him and said, “It’s true… that we’ve… enjoyed each other’s company… since…”
“Since we got fucking huge?” Taylor finished.
Haley scowled. “Indeed. It’s only natural—nobody knows what I’m going through better than her.”
“Same.”
“But it’s you I really want to be with.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Silence hung in the apartment for several minutes. Finally, Haley said, “It’s time for you to decide. Which of us do you like as more than a friend?”
“How… what…?”
“Whose boyfriend do you wanna be?” Taylor demanded.
“I… I can’t…” Mark swallowed, trying to calm his nerves. “You’re my best friends…”
“And that’s it?” Taylor asked. “You’re friend-zoning us, just like that? Is there someone else? That slutty professor?”
“Taylor…” Haley murmured.
“What?” Turning back to Mark, she said, “Look, you’re a good guy, a great guy, but quit being so damned nice!”
“Are we… too big?” Haley asked.
With uncharacteristic shyness, Taylor stared at the floor. “Maybe you liked me more when I was shorter than you…?”
“No!” Mark jumped up from his chair, drawing surprised looks from both women. “You both look amazing! I’ve always thought you were pretty, but in the last year, you’ve gotten hotter than ever!”
Taylor grinned smugly. A small, pleased smile spread over Haley’s face. Both women sat up straighter, their tops creaking. The bottom halves of their faces vanished from Mark’s view behind a horizon of cleavage.
Watching from above, Titania shivered with excitement. This was the moment of truth. She hadn’t expected the girls to give Mark an ultimatum, but she wouldn’t lose now—not after waiting so long.
Taylor trembled, making her immense breasts quiver. They plumped up another inch as she gained half an inch of height. A small tear formed under her armpit. Mark gaped. He liked both of his friends a lot. He didn’t want to hurt one by choosing the other, but “Little Mark” was screaming at him to pick the one with even bigger boobs.
Fulla scowled. She’d pushed her personal code to its limits, but Titania was cheating in the eleventh hour, and it would not stand.
Sitting beside Taylor, Haley’s body shifted. She was now just slightly taller than the redhead. And though her bustline was only half an inch larger than Taylor’s, Mark’s newly trained eye could tell the difference. His eyes shifted from Taylor to lock on the blonde.
“If you’re having trouble deciding,” Haley said softly, “We might have a compromise.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you wanna date both of us?” Taylor asked.
“W-what‽” Mark bent over in a fit of coughing. “Seriously?”
Haley said, “As you so tactfully pointed out, we’ve gotten pretty close in the past few months. Being so huge isn’t as bad with someone to share in the struggles. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if you picked her.”
“Me either,” Taylor said.
“So that’s why… We’ll be a throuple… if you want.”
“A what?” Mark asked.
“A throuple,” Taylor explained, “It’s like ‘couple,’ but with three.”
Mark’s mouth hung open as he looked from one gorgeous woman to the other. Besides being over fifteen feet tall with man-crushing tits, his friends were painfully beautiful. Large, bright eyes, full lips, flawless features, and they wanted him. Wanted him so badly they were willing to share. He must have been some kind of saint in a past life…
“I… Is that really what you guys want?”
Taylor nodded. “If it’s between sharing you and losing you both—“
“We pick sharing,” Haley finished.
Mark thought his heart might explode. “You guys…!”
“Is that a yes?” Taylor asked.
Mark nodded, and the girls descended on him in a shower of kisses. Haley reached under his arms and picked him up, hugging him to her breasts as she spun around. Feeling his hard length against her chest, she grinned, setting him down and running a large finger up his jeans. “Looks like someone’s already ready for our first time…”
“Haley! Aren’t you gonna at least buy him dinner first?” Taylor said, licking her lips as she, too, stared at Mark’s crotch.
“Nope!” Haley slid fingers bigger than ‘Little Mark’ into the waistband of his jeans and tugged, the stitches tearing easily.
Pulling off her tent-sized shirt, Haley picked him up and carried him to the bed area. Lying on her back, she slid Mark between her breasts, wrapping her arms around them to engulf his entire body in soft, firm flesh. She kissed him, her lips covering half his face. He saw a shadow fall over Haley and twisted to see Taylor kneeling over them. Her own enormous breasts were also bare, and she lowered them onto Haley’s, smothering him in a world of pure femininity.
***
“Odin’s left eye!” Fulla screamed. “Share him??”
“A ‘throuple??’ FUCK!”
“So much for your horniness theory, Titania.”
“Don’t blame me! Turning them into walking fertility idols was your idea!”
“Which you acted upon!”
“Oh, and you didn’t go right along with it? Miss Play-by-the-Rules?”
Fulla tossed her arms in frustration. Straightening her breastplate, which had gotten rather tight of late, she said, “I dare say a draw is preferable to losing my domain for a generation.”
Titania sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
She eyed her younger counterpart, seeing hints of areola peeking from Titania’s gown. “And it seems the girl’s fame has caused a surge in mammary worship down there.”
Titania tugged at the hem of her gown, which slid immediately back open when she released it. “Silver lining, I suppose. Come on, Brigid invited us for tea, and she usually keeps something stronger to put in it.”
“That would not go amiss, just this once.”
As they left the sitting room, neither goddess bothered to change their Chosen’s threads back to normal. It was the least they deserved.
