Bigger Than You Thought: Madi

Hi all, first story here. I'm a big fan of the "bigger than you thought" subreddit and I wanted to take into a sort of sci-fi/magic space. Gonna be a pretty quick, straight to the chase scene with minimal dialogue. More information in the tags. Enjoy!

The screen opens on a large-breasted young woman struggling with a less than capable sports bra as she jogs awkwardly on a treadmill. She comes to a stop, crosses her arms under her self-sabotaging chest, and gives a frustrated pout to the camera.

Voiceover: "Are you tired of feeling like you're going three rounds with a boxer every time you want to exercise? Or worse, dealing with sports bras that could make 18th century corsets feel roomy? Introducing the Reductop." The brand's logo of a bunny being pulled out of a top hat spirals and boomerangs into focus.

The scene shifts to the same woman in a mid-cut red dress at a bar, unkempt men surround her on all sides staring at her chest. Exasperated and disgusted, she pushes through the crowd and pulls on a large gray hoodie with a football icon on the back before exiting through the door.

Voiceover: "Or maybe you're tired of choosing between being ogled and dressing like your dad on football Sundays. If so, the Reductop is right for you"

The same woman is now in a changing room in a bra and leggings. She pulls a plain white tank-top over her head and miraculously, her breasts are far smaller, almost non-existent.

"No matter how dire your 'situations' might seem, we guarantee that Reductop can handle them," the bubbly female voice reads over footage of the woman running unencumbered on a treadmill and laughing with girlfriends over drinks in a booth.

A rapid male voice comes on, reading the small text that rushes across the bottom of the screen.

"... patent-pending technology... space-time fabric... not responsible for... Reductop also comes in pink and forest green!"

The house pulsed with music, the bass shaking the walls. Students packed the rooms, laughing and chatting over the din. The air was thick with the smell of spilled drinks and heavily applied mid-budget perfume. Red Solo cups littered every surface, and the dim lighting cast an intimate glow over the crowded scene.

Madeline hugged her Solo tight as the next pong challengers pressed past her on the way to the table. Madi had done some partying before but this was her first as a college freshman. She was hoping to go through some character redefinition after wearing the "slut" and then "recluse" badges all through her tenure at her small-town high school. She took a deep breath, inhaling that exciting yet somewhat nauseating potpourri. Sure, she didn't really know anyone, and yes, her outfit was a little boring (supposedly new designs were in development), but that was kinda perfect! She felt free and more like herself than she had in a while. It's not that she didn't like her boobs --- really, she loved them --- she was just curious what it would be like to be noticed for other things.

The boy next to her noticed her shoulder-length, wavy brown hair and smiled at the sunny laughter she let out at the antics of the pong players. Historically (as his search history would suggest) he was drawn to fuller-chested women. But it wasn't a deciding factor either way for him and she was certainly beautiful, from her black boots and mildly distressed jeans to her forest green top that set off the warm blush of her delicate cheeks.

He took a sip of his bread-water and started up a conversation. After they both built their confidence and she vetted him as not-a-creep, they transitioned away from the rowdy drinking games and to the back patio. As they talked, their bodies drifted closer, maybe seeking to preserve warmth. The beer, his t-shirt, and her tank top were not quite cutting it against the cool fall evening. They both resented the corniness of the saying but they would nonetheless later characterize what was happening as "really hitting it off." He liked her jokes and patient temperament and she liked that he laughed at her jokes and was interested in her pottery practice. So although she had promised herself that she was just easing into college this night, when he asked if she "wanted to maybe find someplace more private like a bedroom or something and maybe uhh..." Madi smiled and nodded and saved him the task of finishing that sentence.

They make their way to a bedroom whose cleanup had clearly been the last item on the party prep to-do list. A satisfactorily made bed took up most of the small space with throw pillows covering up the sloppiest of the handiwork. An overflowing laundry basket sat in the corner, illuminated by string lights and a salt candle on the desk beside it. The air holds the faint scent of weed and incense.

A YouTube video or maybe his cousin or a high school classmate he looked up to had told the boy to always make sure his lady was taken care of first, so perhaps too eagerly, he cuts off their kissing, gestures to her to sit down on the bed, and kneels down between her legs. After receiving her nod, he unbuttons her pants and guides them out and over her hips, dropping them on the floor next to him. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself and savoring Madi's scent before testing her folds with his tongue. Her trimmed, brown pubes are soft against his lips and nose. Madeline's thighs against his ears aren't able to block out her gasps and purrs or the sound of his reverent tonguing. One of her hands reaches down and tangles its fingers in his hair while the other hand plays across her small chest.

As he transitioned to probing into her vagina with his tongue, her nipples snapped to attention. She startled briefly, noticing that her nipples felt just as large, if not larger, than they normally did. She settled back into his rhythm, chalking that up to a side-effect of the early design phase the company was in.

Shifting now to her clit, her grip on his hair grows tighter and the gaps between her moans shorter until she falls back on the bed releasing his hair. After Madi catches her breath, she invites him to lie down in the bed. He takes his pants off while she rifles through the bedside drawer for a condom. Finding one, she pulls it out of the wrapper and coaxes it down his dick with two hands.

Madi straddles him and guides his cock into her wet pussy, fully lubricated by the two of them. A hand on his chest stops him from thrusting full force right away. Getting more accustomed to his girth, she uses the leverage from her planted hand to lift herself up and down. Her other hand returns to her incredibly sensitive breasts. She has a stray thought that maybe she has the same amount of nerve endings just across a much smaller area. He joins her, appreciating how smooth it is to run his hand clear up her stomach to her shoulder. A pleading look in his eyes tells her that their fuck has brought him close to the edge.

"Wait, I'd like to show you something," Madi exhales. "Promise you won't freak out... And... promise you won't tell anyone."

He slows his thrusting and narrows his eyes a bit but nods his head and shrugs.

Madi's hands reach down to take hold of opposite sides of her shirt hem. He realizes what she's going for as she begins to peel the bottom of the shirt up her stomach. He takes on more responsibility for thrusting as her hip movements slow. It makes its way up her abdomen. He's a little confused by her speech, wondering if she has some strange birthmark. He figures he'd have noticed piercings on her prominent nipples if she'd had any.

But as her shirt gets to her lower ribs, the fabric seems to stretch and billow like an old sailboat's canvas unfurling into the wind. Initially, he assumes he's experiencing time dilation that he's felt before when he's at the edge of climax. This is different though. He has a peculiar and almost unnerving tickle that this act is taking longer than it should, that her hands are working more than they need to, and that the fabric is behaving in a way that reminds him of those early AI-generated dream hallucination videos. His sense of confusion and wonder accelerates as the underside of Madi's breasts come into view. His mind is drawn to a high school French class visit to a local patisserie and their rows and rows of perfectly molded macaron cookies. These are like those. Each breast slightly flattened as they emerge from the shirt but even smoother and far larger... far, far... far larger than those macarons.

Inch after inch crawls out, accelerating a bit now as gravity takes over. He has a vague sense of how bra sizes work and the bounty that Madeline is revealing is quickly racing through the alphabet from A through DD to... well... he only has a vague sense of how bra sizes work. Then suddenly, the progress stops. The twins are lifted off her ribs as the hem of her shirt catches on her ice-hard nipples. A breath. A heartbeat. A further flex of her arms. And one more thrust takes him over the edge. As his orgasm travels up his shaft into her waiting pussy, she gives a final grunt and yanks the green top over her head. His eyes first alight on her beautifully tired countenance, temporarily wiped from the exertion of disrobing. Her brown waves bounce into place, framing her face. Then his gaze travels down as her glorious tits drop free of their disappearing act. Their mass allows them to move in many directions at once. Led by the nipples, the peaks snap down slightly faster than the rest of the orb like the delayed response of a spring. When they impact below her ribcage, they ricochet wildly, being compressed down, out, and up simultaneously. Madi's width is completely eclipsed by her tits. Already having pulsed a shot into her, his balls are provoked into overdrive and reach deep into his stores, causing him to unload twice as much cum as his previous record. Her melons continue to bounce, clapping together at their apex in celebration of the lovers' work. She rides him through the end of his orgasm, feeling each throb her astonishingly unanticipated rack has coaxed out of him, before slowing to a calm grinding and stillness. For another four seconds even after she stills, her breasts continue to gently jiggle. Now at rest, the boy can truly appreciate their profiles. Her tits are far too large not to droop somewhat but her young skin and sinew holds them just at that edge. They are bottom heavy with slight ski slopes tracing down from her prominent collarbone to each nipple. A blush has spread from her cheeks down across the top of each delectable coconut.

A banging on the door shocks them out of their reverie. "Don't lock me out of my own fucking room!"

"Just a sec!" He shouts. The girl outside taps her foot impatiently and fidgets with the straps on her pus-hup bra until the door cracks open. She scoffs at this flat-chested bitch in some hideous green top sheepishly making her way out of the room. The room-owner pushes the door wider and before disappearing back into the party, Madi looks back at the boy fumbling with his belt, puts a finger to her lips, and winks.