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Game Girl - 2/?
🕑 Added 2024-11-20 14:00:17 +0000 UTC
Disclaimer: This story contains adult themes. It is not suitable for minors or the easily offended.
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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain
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Game Girl
II
Spring rolled into summer, and the fall semester started. Cathy missed the extra time she’d been able to spend with Bobby while he had school off, but they eked out as much time together as they possibly could. He hung out at The Board Room when his class schedule was lighter, and she went over to his place if he had a lot of homework. She’d bring her Switch or whatever book she was currently reading and hang out in his room while he studied. Her presence “distracted” him occasionally, but he was a hard worker, and Cathy was content to simply share space with him.
On the rare occasions that their schedules were clear at a decent hour, she and Bobby went out. He suggested hiking a few times, but if the weather was more than five degrees outside her preferred comfort zone, Cathy vetoed the idea. Their college town was packed with restaurants and bars of every flavor and vibe, so they never lacked fun places to go together. More often than not, however, they simply stayed in, at his place or hers.
She continued to teach Bobby new games, and they gradually figured out which styles and mechanics he liked or disliked. His competitive nature sometimes got the better of him, and Cathy had to give him a gentle reminder.
“I’ll tell you something a friend told me once back in high school that sometimes helps me,” She said. “Obviously, games are the most fun when you win, but if you’re playing, say, a four-player game with people around the same skill level, you’re probably only gonna win a quarter of the time.”
“That’s a really good point,” Bobby said.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Cathy said with a sardonic grin, “It can be pretty hard advice to follow, sometimes. Losing sucks, especially in longer games where you spend hours making plans and strategies only to get your ass kicked.”
“Like when you took those military cards, and my whole science plan was cooked?” Bobby frowned.
Cathy did feel a little bad for teaching him 7 Wonders Duel and using an instant victory strategy to win, but she couldn’t pass up a chance to tease him anyway. She stretched her foot under the table and ran it slowly up Bobby’s leg. “Aww, what’s the matter? Is the big tough quarterback salty over losing to a girl?”
Bobby scowled. “I was never a quarterback; I played wide receiver or tight end mostly.”
“You do have a nice tight end,” She smirked.
He fixed her with a flat stare, but there was no heat behind his eyes. “Listen, if you think that cutesy talk is gonna make me forget how you just wrecked me in that game…”
She slid her foot along the inside of his thigh, feeling the growing hardness between his legs against her big toe. “Yes…?”
Bobby’s eyes flashed hungrily. “You’re absolutely right!”
Before Cathy knew he was moving, Bobby was on his feet, wrapping his arms under her knees and carrying her to his bed.
***
One morning, Cathy woke just before dawn and slid out of bed to use the restroom, careful not to wake Bobby. The nights he was free to stay over were rare, and she wanted to make sure he got enough sleep. On her way back to bed, she caught her reflection in the full-height mirror and paused. She didn’t think of herself as vain but knew she had a body some girls envied. She spotted a little bit of fluff sticking out around her panties, and her bra was digging into her skin all around her chest, even making indents on her shoulders. She lifted one of the straps, tugging up on the cup it was attached to and making the boob in that cup jiggle.
She caught movement from the corner of her eye before she heard Bobby’s voice. “What’s wrong, babe?”
She looked up at his reflection, putting on a faint smile that wasn’t entirely feigned. “Just girl stuff.”
“Oh… Never mind, then.”
Her smile widened to a grin, and she fought the urge to laugh at his visible discomfort. She reached behind to slap his arm with the back of her hand. “Such a boy…”
If whatever they were doing was going to turn into something more than a summer fling, Cathy had to find out if Bobby could handle a bit of “realness.” She turned back to the mirror, cupping her boobs with both hands. “I think I’m getting a little ‘relationship weight.’”
He took a step back, and even without the mirror, she felt his eyes appraising her. The naked desire in his eyes sent a warm tingle down her body; he clearly couldn’t see any change in her body, and he said as much.
“Well, that makes me feel a little better. But some of my clothes are getting kinda tight–especially my bras.”
Okay, a small voice in Cathy’s head whispered, now you’re just fishing. She ignored it. Bobby stepped up behind her until he was so close she could feel the heat of his bare chest against her back, making heat blossom between her thighs. He wrapped her in a hug, then ran his fingers up and down her sides, turning the heat into a full-blown blaze. Her spine arched involuntarily, pressing their bodies together. Bobby’s hands slid under hers, giving her tits a few enthusiastic squeezes. “I definitely don’t see a problem with that…”
She’d caught the compliment she’d been fishing for, but Cathy couldn’t help scowling up at Bobby’s reflection as he leered at her cleavage in his hands. “That’s all well and good for you; you’re not the one who gonna have saggy tits before she turns twenty-five.”
Bobby’s hands slid back to her hips, and he hugged her while nuzzling his chin into her neck. Between his groping and the feel of his hard body against her, Cathy’s body wasn’t nearly as annoyed as her mind. And what she felt pressing against her ass was more than just morning wood.
“And no,” She added, “He doesn’t get a vote, either.”
Her voice betrayed her, however, coming out in a low, breathy shudder. Cathy looked at her reflected face, surprised at the hunger she saw in her own gaze. She spun around in Bobby’s arms and pushed him back across the room until they fell into her bed in a fit of giggles.
Afterward, she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. She heard the rhythm of his pulse in her ear, and the soft rise and fall of his breathing made her eyelids grow heavy. The low tenor of his voice stopped her from drifting off. “Hey, I read about something the other day…”
“Hmm?”
“An article about this new experimental hormone treatment.”
Now, she was fully awake. She sat up, looking down at him. “What?”
Bobby shrugged. “It’s just something I read in a medical journal. This hospital up in Montana or Wyoming or something is doing trials of this treatment; it’s supposed to improve duct density and Cooper’s ligaments to reduce sagging.”
Cathy tilted her head to one side. She was too sleepy for this conversation.
“It’s totally up to you, of course,” Bobby said. “But if you’re interested, I can try to find out more about it.”
She mulled over the suggestion. Bobby’s use of such clinical terms in reference to her body was the opposite of alluring, and she wrapped both arms around herself. But, if there really was something out there that could help her… without surgery…
Bobby seemed to sense her unease and tucked his hands under his head. “Sorry, that was weird, wasn’t it? It’s your body, and—“
“No, no, it’s an interesting idea,” Cathy said, lying back down beside him. “Go ahead and look into it more. I especially want to know if there are any weird side effects.”
He wrapped an arm around her, letting his fingertips run up and down her shoulder. “I’ll find the article again and see if there’s contact info. Maybe they’re still taking candidates and will do a remote consultation.”
***
Less than a month later, Cathy was the newest participant in the hormone treatment study. It had taken multiple video chats with Doctor Ann, and she had to have her own doctor send blood samples and other vital info. The doctor seemed thrilled to have a candidate of Cathy’s age and size; the others were slightly older and big enough to have mobility concerns, apparently. Doctor Ann also had the biggest tits Cathy had ever seen. They were as big as her head!
She’d been relieved when her own breasts stopped growing about two years earlier, but seeing the doctor, a poised, professional woman carrying melons like that around, scratched an itch in Cathy’s mind she hadn’t known was there. If the treatment really worked, she thought it might not be so bad if hers got a little bigger, especially if she had someone like Bobby in her life who appreciated them.
It took a few weeks for Cathy’s body to adjust to the treatments. The hormones threw her whole system into disarray. She got tired at random times of the day, no matter how much she slept. She couldn’t regulate her emotions, snapping at coworkers for the most minor things and sobbing at anime episodes. Worst of all were the cravings. Cathy felt like she was living a sitcom stereotype of a pregnant woman, craving cheese and chocolate and sugar every waking hour.
She was surprised Bobby stuck with her throughout the ordeal. Sometimes, she wept in his arms after sex; other times, she screamed at him, insisting it was all his fault. He didn’t always stay, of course. He had work and classes, and there’s only so much irrational verbal abuse a boyfriend can take. But it only lasted a few weeks, and then Cathy was back to normal.
The first day they both had off after Cathy returned to her regular sleep schedule, she met up with Bobby at Joe’s sports bar for lunch. He got there before her, and when he stood to give her a hug, the pressure of his chest against her breasts felt nice. It was a welcome change from the aching tightness the hormone treatment had given her.
“How’re you feeling, babe?”
She smiled at him. “Really good, actually.”
“That’s great!”
“I know,” She said with a sigh. “I know it only lasted a few weeks, but it felt like forever. You have no idea how many times I thought about flushing those pills down the toilet.”
“Well, I’m just glad you got through it.”
“Me, too.”
Their server arrived, a girl about Cathy’s age in booty shorts. When the sight of another woman in proximity to Bobby didn’t send her into a jealous doom spiral, Cathy knew she was finally back to her usual self.
Bobby said, “Can I get the Mofo chicken sandwich with a side salad?”
“Of course, and for you?”
Cathy glanced over the menu. Despite having eaten her regular breakfast just a couple of hours ago, she felt ravenous. “I’ll have the double bacon Mofo burger.”
“Fries alright with that?”
She was about to ask for a side salad like Bobby had, but a twinge in her stomach made her change her mind. “Um… can I get the mac and cheese?”
Maybe not all the side effects have gone away, Cathy thought.
“Of course! I’ll get those right in for you guys.”
If Bobby had concerns about the size of Cathy’s lunch order, he didn’t voice them. Maybe he was less sure her mood swings were over than she was. Or maybe he just wasn’t an idiot.
