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Kinktober 20 - Stuck
🕑 Added 2023-10-21 01:50:44 +0000 UTCKinktober prompt:
Stuck
Contains: Breast Expansion
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Kinktober 20 - Stuck
Claire had started the day with her special bra cinched down to its smallest size. The food fair was held in the fall, so she wore a big baggy hoodie and a long skirt. After Davey and she spent the entire day walking around the stalls and sampling every kind of food the town’s restaurants and food trucks had to offer, the hoodie was starting to look like a tube top.
She felt bad letting Davey pay for everything, but the boy was a little old-fashioned, and his little kindnesses made Claire feel special in a way her adoring online fans couldn’t quite manage. He dressed up in khakis and a button shirt, picked her up in his car, and spent what must have been every red cent he’d made working at the factory on food. A bit of that food was his—a corndog and a beer, but the rest was all for Claire. Elephant ears, funnel cakes, deep-fried Snickers, the list went on and on.
As Claire ate, and grew, Davey got even more sweet and attentive. He carried her bag, carried whatever food she wasn’t eating, and eventually, she let him hold her hand. Their relationship wasn’t transactional—they were something more than friends, but not quite “friends with benefits.” Though as Claire deep-throated the last of a soft pretzel, tugging on the clasps that let the last inch out of her adjustable bra, she decided tonight was the night she and Davey would cross that line.
He was so sweet and awkward. By the time they got to his apartment, Claire was so full of food that her breasts rested in her lap. She closed her eyes invitingly, and Davey had to kiss her from the side. He held her by the shoulder, very careful not to touch her massive breasts.
“It’s alright,” Claire said, “You can touch them if you want.”
She knew perfectly well that he wanted, and when Davey’s trembling hand made contact, she felt a tingle even through the tight hoodie and thick bra. She pulled him close to her, and the heat of his skinny frame against her massive food-filled glands turned her on even more.
They made out for what seemed like hours. Then Claire felt Davey’s erection against her leg, and her heart raced. She tugged a handful of his shirt with both hands and untucked it, then fumbled for the buttons. Davey grabbed the hem of her hoodie, and she raised her arms to help him get it over her head. Her breasts heaved upward with the tight garment, but eventually, it slid to her neck, and Davey pulled it off.
Davey sat frozen, staring at Claire’s enormous chest covered in nothing but a bra. She smiled at him, then pulled her long hair over one shoulder, presenting him with her back.
His hands hovered near the hooks, and Claire waited. Suspecting he was too ashamed to say he didn’t know how bra hooks worked, she helped him out. “There are hooks in the middle; just slide them out.”
He found the hooks and pulled, but the bra was so tight, her breasts full of so much food, that there was no give in the tight undergarment.
“I can’t… get it… loose!” Davey grunted. “I think it’s stuck.”
“Get some scissors or something and cut it off, then!” Claire said.
“I can’t do that,” he protested, “Aren’t these super-expensive? I know they’re custom-made.”
He was so sweet. Claire wanted to feel his hands and mouth on her tits right fucking now. “It’s fine, I have a bunch of them.”
Davey dashed into his kitchen, and Claire sat back on the couch with a sigh.
When he returned, Davey had both hands behind his back and a mischievous smirk on his lips. “I couldn’t find any scissors, but I think I have an even better idea.”
“What’s that?”
Davey brought his hands around in front. He was holding two cartons of ice cream—and a spoon. “I think you’re gonna have to… eat your way out of it.”
Claire’s heart jumped, and she grinned broadly, holding out both hands. Davey was a freakin genius, and she regretted not going out with him sooner.
