It was now coming up to six o'clock in the evening. We'd been fucking on and off and having showers for nearly seven hours. She was my boss, we'd worked together for years and now we were acting like this. Easily one of the stranger days I've ever had. But now we were getting towards the grey area of evening, between man and beast. Were we to have dinner? Did she want me to go home? I watched the TV passively. It was all just repeats and ads. That last orgasm had taken it out of me and I could feel myself getting sleepy. I crossed my arms across my chest and pushed my legs together. I stretched my whole body, arcing it forward and slumping back, relaxed. My breathing became deep and my eyelids became heavy. The last thing I remembered was an old fat white man making racist jokes while supposed to be talking about cars.
I didn't dream exactly but I remember hearing sounds. Keys jangling, footsteps, hard at first then gentle. Then movement, like a slow wave. The rocking woke me and I looked around. The room was darker now and lit by the light of the TV. There was a football match on!
"Sweet!" I thought to myself.
I looked around and Milly was sitting on the couch beside me. She was having tea and toast. My brain was not awake enough for me to think of anything funny to say. I sat up and noticed I was fully erect, my penis making a huge tent in my tracksuit bottoms.
"Hiya," I said, groggily. "Sorry about that." I said, nodding towards my tent. Milly took a bite of her food. I looked at Milly's body. She was still wearing the grey business skirt and white shirt, the jacket folded neatly on the back of a kitchen chair. She held a small plate between her chin and breasts to catch any stray crumbs. She had her feet up on the coffee table, the angle accentuated the shapeliness of her legs and highlighted just how huge her breasts were. The bottom of her breasts were close to her lap. My eyes lingered on them. They looked so good in that crisp white shirt, straining the buttons, yearning to get out.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I know what happens when men sleep," she smiled as she chewed. "Besides, you showed it to me earlier on, remember?" I did remember and I cringed at the memory.
"Yeah, sorry about that too!" I said, then paused. Where was Charlie? Here I was with her phenomenal flatmate and she was nowhere to be seen. "Is Cha-" I started but Milly began talking at the same time so I stopped.
"You don't have to apologies for that either, Greg," she remembered my name! "Besides, I have experience hiding body parts that are," she paused looking for the right word, "Prodigious!" she smiled at me and nodded towards her chest. I smiled back, melting a little.
"What time is it?" I asked, not wanting to look at my phone. It might be rude, it might break the little spell that surrounded our conversation.
"It's a little after eight. Would you like some tea or coffee?" she offered.
"Ehm, I'm not sure," I said. Maybe she and Charlie wanted me gone? "Do you know where Charlie is?" My steel rod still tenting my tracksuit bottoms.
"I'm right here!" Charlie's voice rang brightly. She stepped into the living room wearing yoga pants and a lemon yellow string crop top. She gave a pose, her right arm straight up with hand bent down, her left hand on her hip, left leg slightly bent at the knee. She looked amazing. She walked to the centre of the room and stood in front of Milly and me.
Her hair seemed blonder and fuller, bouncier. Her legs and tummy seemed more toned and muscly but it was her breasts that showed the biggest difference. I stared, my mouth wide open. I don't know if she had specifically chose this top so she could show off but, if she did, it absolutely worked.
"Oh Charlie!" said Milly. I forgot that she hadn't seen her earlier this morning so didn't know about her recent growth. Milly took her feet down from the coffee table and put her plate down.
"Oh, these little things?!" Charlie said cupped her breasts and lifted them up and laughed. She then noticed the tent in my pants. "And what were you guys up to?" she said, smirking.
"Nothing!" I said, flustered. "I just had a nap and..." I trailed off, failing to explain myself.
"Ah, I'm only messing!" she said. Milly got up off the couch and stood beside Charlie. The two women stood close to each other and looked each, deeply and seriously. Charlie's long blonde hair highlighted against Milly's brunette. Charlie was two or three inches taller than Milly but they held eye contact in silence. I could feel my breathing get deeper. Milly was the first to blink and she looked down at Charlie's chest. She seemed slightly lost for words.
"When...?" she trailed off. "What have you been doing at work? And eating?" She looked back up to her face. Their breasts were close to touching. "Is it something to do with...?" Milly turned to look at me. Or at least in my direction. Was she looking at me or the tent in my pants? Charlie followed her gaze.
"I think so. I haven't been doing anything else unusual!" Charlie's right breast was closest to Milly so she cupped and lifted up her left breast. "But they feel amazing." She involuntarily bit her lip and closed her eyes and she touched herself.
"May I?" the German woman asked, tenderly.
Charlie opened her eyes slowly and nodded. Charlie's breathing was matching mine. Milly raised a hand slowly to Charlie's heaving chest. She paused, inches away from it. She looked from Charlie's breast to her face, for reassurance. Charlie smiled, took Milly's hand and guided it in the final few inches.
The two women moaned in unison. And I knew my erection was not going to be subsiding any time soon!
"Oh, it's nice!" Milly said gently, her gaze going between Charlie's breast and face. Charlie pressed Milly's hand and squeezed. "If you keep growing you'll soon be as big as me!" The two women laughed.
"I used to be happy with my size," Charlie said, looking at Milly but talking to everybody and nobody. "Though I did sometimes wish I was bigger. I thought about how it would change the way men and women would look at me. How it would affect my clothes and what I wore. I don't know the cause for the change but I like it." She looked at me invitingly.
I got off the couch and limped awkwardly and stood close to the two women. Charlie continued talking. We were in a triangle, close enough to be touching. Milly's breasts taking up the majority of space between us, dwarfing Charlie's. My cock jutting out from my tracksuit bottoms just about visible under the mammoth mammaries.
"I even sometimes touched myself thinking about having big boobs but I knew it was a fantasy," she looked from Milly to me. "But then this guy shows up with his enormous cock and now I don't know what to think!" The two women laughed again and I joined in, nervous, not wanting to break whatever spell has descended upon us. "I just feel really happy to have two wonderful people in my life now. Happy and horny!" Ok, I legit laughed at that one!
"Yeah, me too!" Milly agreed. "I hope you don't mind me saying Charlie but I always thought you were cute but seeing you like this it's just," Milly paused, looking for the right word, "incredible! I'd never really thought about being with a woman before but now?" The question hung in the air unanswered. The two women looked at me. I gulped.
"Do you guys want dinner or anything?" I asked. They laughed again.
"Greh-egg!" Charlie said, putting two syllables in my name. She stepped back, away from our little triangle and flopped onto the couch. Halfway between where Milly and I had been sitting. "Now that you say it though, I'm starving! Do you guys want pizza or an Indian or something?"
