Wonder / Epic Explanation

Disclaimer: This story contains adult themes. It is not suitable for minors or the easily offended.

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Contains: Fat Admiration

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Wonder

All throughout high school, Cass dealt with people asking if she was gay. Or suspecting she was gay. Or merely assuming she was gay, not bothering even to ask any of her friends. At five-nothing weighing ninety pounds soaking wet, Cass’s retro masc hipster aesthetic didn’t help matters much. Add to that an undercut bob, a flat chest, and a dating history with a pattern that nearly screamed her preferred type—pudgy and varying degrees of effeminate guys—and Cass felt like she was defending her heterosexuality on a weekly basis.

Enter college life. The time when even staunchly straight women have a lesbian or bi-curious “experimental phase.” Cass was determined not to be one of those women. She began her college career with every intention not to pursue romance or even casual hook-ups, declaring to anyone who asked—and many who didn’t—her determination to focus on her studies and degree.

But around six weeks into her first semester, Cass’s roommate insisted she come along to a party at the Zeta Omega Epsilon house. The group of women collectively referred to as “the Zoeys.” Cass had never seen so many gorgeous women in her life. In real life, anyway. First was a blonde who was the spitting image of her second boyfriend, Kyle. Only the girl had longer hair, better makeup, and real boobs instead of “man boobs,” even if they were a little smaller than Kyle’s.

Filling her red solo cup at the keg in an attempt to suppress both her social anxiety and looming identity crisis, Cass saw another ZOE who was a hotter version of her fifth boyfriend, Chris. He once let Cass put a full face of makeup on him and dress him in her sister’s clothes, and he’d been a dead match for the gorgeous sorority girl.

Chugging her beer in several large gulps, nearly choking herself in the process, Cass rushed back into the ZOE house. Coming to this party had been a mistake. She didn’t even like beer.

Cass weaved through the crowd, dodging beautiful woman after beautiful woman. Here, a redhead with “childbearing hips” and a freckle-spattered set of boobs spilling out of a too-small ZOE shirt, the letters warped over her incredible chest. There, a black-haired version of Sabrina Carpenter, with a perfect “influencer” face and a top so tight Cass could see every seam in her enormous bra.

She started nudging people out of her way as she tried to flee the house, but pausing to apologize every time slowed her progress to a crawl. Cass began simply shoving them, squeezing through the tightly packed bodies to get to the main entrance. Clearing enough people to finally spot the large front doors, Cass broke out into a run.

Before she reached her freedom, however, Cass collided with someone. The other person fell to the floor, and their flailing limbs tripped Cass, sending her tumbling face-first on top of them.

Cass’s hands felt something soft and warm, and her face was buried in a squishy body. Whoever she’d run into must be very overweight, and why did that, too, turn her on?

She pressed her hands against the malleable flesh, lifting herself off the other person’s body. When her face separated from them, she realized she hadn’t landed on a belly at all.

They were tits.

The biggest tits Cass had ever seen.

The girl was technically overweight, but half that extra weight was packed into a ZOE shirt that had at least one X on the tag.

One glance at her face was enough for Cass as well. The woman looked like a young Scarlett Johanson but with boobs bigger than her head.

Boobs that were in her hands.

Cass stared, fingers squeezing reflexively, marveling at their heft, their elasticity—the sheer size of this pair of true mommy milkers. The wonder of them made her heart stop.

“Hey there, cutie…”

Even the woman’s voice was fucking hot. Like the world’s most popular spicy audiobook narrator drizzled with Southern twang. Cass met the woman’s eyes; then her own eyes dropped down to her lips. They sought her wondrous cleavage again, and when she forced them back upward, they paused at her lips again.

“Fuck’s sake…” Cass muttered before squeezing the woman’s massive tits again as she pulled her head down for a kiss.

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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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Epic Explanation

June pushed her way through the glass coffee shop doors, struggling to control her nerves. Seeing the invitation to coffee with her besties was the first time she regretted offering to take her neighbor’s unsold wedding cakes off her hands. Living it up on a cake-only diet had been a blast, and she definitely didn’t mind not having to buy food for two weeks, but how was she going to explain the inevitable consequences to her friends?

Neither woman offered a comment as they waited in line, but April’s double-take and May’s eyes nearly falling out of her head were dead giveaways. June tugged her white jacket a little tighter over her shoulders in futility. She’d worn her biggest top, a comically large sweater that somehow made her bloated chest look even larger. Mercifully, her friends waited until they were sitting in a secluded corner table to pounce.

“Alright,” April said. “What the hell happened to you?”

“What do you mean?” June kicked herself for playing it dumb. She hadn’t been able to get a single bra to fit. Even her most oversized sports bra refused to squeeze over her massive tits. The layers of shirts under her sweater compressed them a little, but she knew she wasn’t fooling anyone.

“You’re huge!” May hissed.

“Oh! Um… I think I had a growth spurt or something…”

“Bullshit,” April said. “They’re like twice as big as last time I saw you, and that was only… three weeks ago?”

May said, “We did that wine thing on the fifth—that was two weeks ago.”

“Okay, fine. Anyway, what the fuck?”

June saw a few blue hairs scowling at their table. “Shh! Can you try not to get us kicked out of the only decent coffee shop in town?”

April fixed her with a flat stare. “Spill.”

June scrambled to come up with an explanation. The truth was just too absurd—they’d never buy it.

“Okay, so I decided to go for a walk the other night, and I saw these girls wading in the park fountain and singing…”

June wove a narrative tapestry while her friends sipped their drinks.

“…And when the sun came up, I was all alone in the fountain, soaking wet and like five cup sizes bigger.”

“Oh, come on!” May said.

“I didn’t know you were a lesbian…”

“She’s bi, April—Keep up.”

“Anyway, even if that bullshit story is true, which I doubt, that’s way more than five sizes.” She pointed an accusing finger at June’s breasts resting on the table.

“That’s not all that happened!” June blurted. “A few nights later, I was on my way back from the store when this homeless guy came outta nowhere—“

“Unhoused…” May muttered.

“I told him I didn’t have any cash; I even gave him my bottle of rosé! But he just glared at me with his one eye—“

“Wait, he had one eye?”

“He was, um, wearing an eyepatch…”

“What, like a pirate?”

“Anyway. He put some kind of curse on me that made my girls grow as punishment for my selfishness or whatever.”

April put a palm to her forehead. “That’s even more ridiculous than your last story!”

“What’s next,” May added. “Are you gonna say you ran into a sorceress?”

Shit, May was onto her. Well, in for a penny…

“She was some kind of witch, I think.”

“Mmhmm, sure…”

“She said I had too much hubris and vanity. She was gonna turn me into a pig!”

“Yep.”

“But I begged her for mercy. I told her I never wanted to be like this; it’s just genetics.”

“Genetics, right…”

“Then she got really nasty. She called me names and said since I was already a cow of a woman, she’d turn me into a real cow!”

“For fuck’s sake, June…”

April added, “Just tell us what really happened.”

June sighed. “Okay, fine. You know how the girl across the hall from me is a baker?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, she had three weddings cancel all in one weekend. Since I have that big fridge and a chest freezer, she gave me the cakes she couldn’t sell so they wouldn’t go to waste.”

“Wedding cakes,” May said flatly.

“Y-yeah! They’re really good. If we ever get book club going again, we should invite her so she’ll bring snacks.”

“I’ve had some of her cookies,” April added. “She’s really good.”

“So anyway, I basically had nothing but cake in my fridge for the past two weeks, and I guess I went a little overboard…”

“Let me get this straight,” May said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Instead of plagiarizing Homer, you expect us to believe you spent weeks stuffing your face with cake and somehow only gained weight in your tits!?”

April scowled. “If you don’t want to tell us, just say so.”

“But it’s not… I didn’t…”

“Whatever. Are you guys caught up on Bridgerton?”