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The Salon - 3/3
🕑 Added 2024-09-18 13:00:16 +0000 UTC
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Contains: Breast Expansion
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The Salon - 3/3
Melanie
As the sound of plastic buttons skittering across the floor filled the empty salon, Skye and I stood frozen. I had a hand reached out toward her, but the sight stopped me in my tracks. I knew Skye’s breasts were growing—had been growing—for the past few months. But I’d just watched them swell up right in front of me. I witnessed it with my own eyes. She’d literally outgrown her shirt in a matter of seconds. Her top three buttons were gone, likely somewhere in the unswept clippings from Sam’s trim, leaving Skye’s chest exposed well past a baby blue bra. A huge baby blue bra. Without those buttons, the line of her cleavage would have doubled even if her breasts hadn’t grown. But the gorgeous, flawless valley of flesh under Skye’s chin had to be three times as much as she’d been showing off a few minutes ago. My heart raced, the rhythmic throbbing in my ears drowning out any other sound. She was so beautiful. I’d wanted her almost from the moment I saw her, and she’d only gotten more sexy as the months passed. Standing so close, seeing all that skin… That perfect, pale, and smooth expanse swelling up in glorious curves sloping together, forward, to both sides… I was pretty sure I could use one of those bra cups as a hood, covering my whole head down to my neck. And Skye was now too big for it. Her tits spilled out of the cups in a perfect muffin top, and I ached to touch them.
Then I smelled it.
Drifting into the melange of shampoos, styling products, and disinfectant, mingling with Skye’s perfume, the unmistakable aroma of sex.
I forced myself to look up from Skye’s chest. I have no idea how long I was staring, but it was definitely too long. Skye’s cheeks were flushed, and she was sweating. Her mouth hung slightly open, and she was practically panting, drawing in shuddering breaths and letting them out, making that mind-blowing cleavage jiggle and heave. If she hadn’t just come, she was very close.
It was too much. How was I supposed to fend off the raging torrent of hormones coursing through my body and be subjected to this siren’s pheromones at the same time? Skye met my gaze, and she moved forward. Her feet stayed where they were, but she leaned in a fraction of an inch, and my body reflected the motion on instinct. She leaned closer, and so did I. Her tits stood out so far from her chest that they almost met mine. Close enough to touch, close enough to feel, the aura of pure beauty radiated from Skye to envelop me. I leaned forward as much as I could while not letting my body make contact with hers. And waited.
Skye closed the distance, and our bodies collided. I had barely a moment to appreciate the warm, soft, incredible fullness of those breasts mashed into my chest before our lips met. After months of pining for this goddess, her mouth was on mine. Her tongue slipped between my teeth, and I met it with my own. The tingling, tickling sensation of our tongues dancing together sent a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. My back arched, and I pressed myself tighter against her, wanting more, needing more. I put my hands on her waist to pull her closer, and she slid my hands upward to those amazing, incredible breasts. To my shock, they felt even better than they looked. Tight and firm, her soft flesh yielded under my fingers but bounced back when my hands shifted. Almost as if they wanted to be as big, as round, as full as they could be. Skye moaned into my mouth, and her fingers laced into my hair as if trying to bring our mouths even closer together. Her hips arched forward, grinding her pelvis against me, and I knew she was close. With just my mouth on her lips and my hands on her tits, Skye was about to come. It was a moment out of a fantasy, better than any sex I’d had in the past year, maybe ever. She had a power over me, and I was helpless to fight it. Yet, somehow, at the same time, she surrendered herself to me as well. That moan, and the one after, the pleasure she was feeling… I was doing that. I could give her the pleasure she so clearly wanted or could stop this right now. Step back, take my hands off her, and leave her desperate for me the way I’d been for her all these months. But gods help me, I couldn’t do it. I squeezed my hands between our bodies, searching for the edge of that enormous bra. If I could get my fingers on her nipples, it would send her over the edge. I found the stiff fabric buried under that soft overflow of flesh and forced a fingertip inside.
But I couldn’t get any closer. Skye’s bra was so damn tight I couldn’t fit a finger past the first knuckle.
–bing bong–
Like a gunshot in a library, the door chime shattered the ethereal cloud of pleasure in which we floated. I jumped back from Skye as if her body would burn me, but my fingertip was still stuck in that bra cup. That was all it took. That little bit of extra tension from my finger tugging on Skye’s bra, and it exploded. Okay, exploded is a strong word. The shoulder straps snapped, and the band ripped at the hooks. In a matter of seconds, Skye’s breasts fluffed up to their full size. I almost thought they were growing again, but they were just taking up all the extra space that undersized bra had denied them. For the briefest of seconds, I saw Skye’s nipples, fat and pink, reaching forward as if they longed for my touch as much as I longed to touch them. Then she let out a soft gasp and wrapped her arms around those fat, beautiful tits. She was nowhere near decently covered, but those nipples were gone, for now.
The entire series of events happened in the time it took Matteus to take two steps into the salon. I looked toward the door, but before I could process that it was only Matteus and not a customer, he said, “Um, first, it’s about fuckin time. And second, get a room.”
***
Skye
What the fuck is wrong with me? There I was, standing in the middle of the salon, holding my overgrown boobs in my arms. The whole front of the shop was glass, for fuck’s sake! Mel was frozen solid, staring at Matteus, who was looking back and forth from her to me. I’d just kissed my boss, and my body still ached for her touch. I was so close to coming again, and even though the door chime killed the vibe like a bucket of ice water, I still felt like a guitar string, every part of me stretched and taut like I was about to explode. I knew I should move, do something, anything. I couldn’t just stand there half-naked. But all I wanted was to jump back into Mel’s arms and let her touch me until I came over and over. She was trying to get at my nipples when Matteus walked in, but her fingers wouldn’t fit in my bra. My ruined bra. That bra was a 30G, and it was so tight Mel couldn’t get her fingers in. My boobs grew that much—in just a few minutes! Had it really only been a few minutes since Sam left that tip?
Matteus interrupted my thoughts. “Are you guys just gonna stand there like horny idiots? Get in the back, Skye.”
Mel shook it off first. “Shit, he’s right. Come on, I have an extra top you can borrow.”
I followed Mel into the back, and she dug a shirt out of her locker. It was longer than the ones I usually wear, which was good because I was pretty sure it would be too small otherwise. All I really wanted was to finish what we’d started, and I could tell from the look on Mel’s face she was thinking the same thing, but she handed me the shirt and left the room. I took my ruined shirt off and slid Mel’s over my head. It was clean, but I felt like I could smell her on it. Maybe it was just a vibe. It was definitely too small, but stretchy enough that I could pull it down over my chest without too much trouble. I checked myself in a mirror on the wall, shocked. Somehow, knowing my boobs had gotten bigger wasn’t quite the same as seeing them hanging off me. They were full and round, stretching Mel’s shirt until it wrinkled under my arms. From the side, it looked like a French tuck, even though it was hanging loose. I couldn’t believe it. Mel’s shirt wasn’t a crop, but my boobs had gotten so huge I was almost making it into one. I grabbed a boob in each hand, squeezing and pushing them together. It wasn’t as good as having Mel’s hands on them, but my skin was so sensitive that just brushing a nipple made my knees buckle. I could have stood there playing with them all day, but Matteus was kind enough to remind me that I was still at work. In a place of business. And without a bra, Mel’s shirt was way too thin to wear with nothing over it.
I poked my head out of the doorway and said, “I need my apron.”
Seeing the shop was still empty, I walked to my station to grab the apron. Mel’s cheeks reddened, and she looked everywhere except at me. Matteus’ eyes went wide, and he said, “Damn, you better cover those girls up before one of the Karens comes in.”
Like Mel’s shirt, my apron was too small now. I loosened the neck strap as far as it would go, and the waist was still higher than my belly button. I checked my reflection again. My boobs spilled out the sides of the apron, and if I moved too fast, I could definitely see the shapes of my nipples poking out of Mel’s shirt.
“I think I need to go home and change.”
“Why don’t you take the rest of the day,” Mel said, “it’s pretty slow anyway.”
Matteus said, “I hate to say this, but you’re gonna have a hard time cutting hair with ’them thangs.’”
As much as I wanted to argue, he was right. My boobs had already gotten so big since I started working at the salon I’d been bumping them into customers for weeks. Now, today, they just grew so much bigger that I busted right out of my bra and top. Even if I went shopping again—and got an apron that covered them properly—how was I supposed to cut and style people’s hair with my boobs reaching past my elbows? And now that Sam had confirmed the cause, I knew they weren’t going to stop growing any time soon.
“Alright,” I said, “I’m gonna head home.” I didn’t know what I was going to do, but Matteus was right; I couldn’t stay in the shop in my current state.
Mel touched my shoulder gently. “Do you want me to come check on you later?”
The gesture was so warm and caring. It was almost better than the wild passion a few minutes earlier. Almost. “I’d like that.”
***
Melanie
Once we were alone together, in private, Skye and I finished what we started. The moment I saw her in boy shorts and a tank top I’m sure had once been baggy, the heat came rushing back into my body. All that want, all that need. Our eyes met, and she said, “Hi.”
Then I was back in her arms, touching and being touched, kissing and groping and loving. I lost count of how many times I came, but I know Skye had me beat. By the time we fell into her bed, it was like a steady, unending string of orgasms for what felt like hours. When we finally wore each other out, she and I lay side by side on our backs. I couldn’t stop glancing over at her chest. Even reclined as she was, they rose like twin peaks of perfect flesh, full and firm and gorgeous.
“So…” I began, “It was the tips all along?”
“Mmhmm, guess so.”
“What are you gonna do now?”
“I think I have to quit.”
Her words were like a gut punch, but I couldn’t argue. As big as she was, we’d get so many complaints to corporate I’d probably lose my own job. I’d had a mad dream floating in my head for years, though, and maybe Skye was the perfect excuse for me to get off my ass and finally make it happen. “I guess you’re right, but it’s a shame. You’re really good.”
Skye was silent, and when I turned my head, I saw a tear running down her temple. I rolled over and pulled her to my chest, “Hey, come here…”
“I just… This was all I had after the divorce… Something that was mine…”
“I have an idea,” I said.
She looked up at me, “Hmm?”
“I’ve been thinking of opening my own shop.”
I laid out my whole plan. A perfect location had just gone on the market. We would be equal partners, and it was Skye who suggested a normal shop in front with “premium service” in the back room.
“To keep it above board, we’ll ring the premium customers up at usual rates but suggest large tips.”
My body ran icy and then hot. “Are you saying… you want to get… bigger?”
“Of course,” Skye laughed, “I mean, look at these tiny things!” She rolled toward me, filling the space between us with her tits. “They’re barely handfuls.”
I grabbed her left, perched on top, and thumbed her nipple while I kissed the upper slope. “I guess you’re right; they could be a little bigger.”
“Way bigger. The biggest ever. Biggest in the world.”
I kissed her forehead, then her lips. “We’re gonna make so much money together.”
Skye grinned. “And make lots of customers very happy.”
