The workweek trudged forward until blessed Friday. Janice and Matt were getting along famously. A daily routine had spontaneously emerged that would involve the two meeting briefly in the morning over a cup of coffee before departing for their respective jobs.
It was usually Janice arriving home first at the end of the workday. She would get showered and changed and browse the internet until she heard her roommate arrive through the front door. Matt would undoubtedly be dirty and tired from his physically demanding job. She surprised him one day, handing him a cold beer upon entering the front door.
"Just what I needed! You're the best, homie." They had taken to calling each other 'homie'.
Matt would then shower and change into his house clothes; normally his grey sweatpants and a T-shirt.
When evening would descend, the two would eagerly chat as they prepared dinner together; discussing their day, venting, or telling each other funny stories. Then, they would enjoy their dinner in peace at the dining room table.
There was none of the typical squabbling over cleaning duties they each had been used to with previous house mates. They were both committed to keeping the apartment clean, peaceful and full of laughter. After dinner was usually spent together on the couch watching their Netflix show. A joke or a discussion about the episode afterwards would be their last chat before finally saying goodnight to each other and parting ways towards bed.
Matt found that he enjoyed Janice's company beyond his obsession over her physical attributes. For one, she made him feel like the funniest guy in the world; she would erupt with laughter at the slightest joke from him, no matter how dumb it was.
Janice appreciated Matt's company too. His relaxed nature and sense of humor were a sharp contrast to the angry edge her boyfriend typically displayed while they were living together. Matt's calm, rational demeanor turned out to be something she didn't know she needed in her life. He made her feel completely safe and secure and little by little it became easier for her to be herself again. Neither one could deny the organic chemistry between them was palatable.
One evening, while watching their show on the couch, Janice announced: "My mom has been bugging me about coming over and seeing where I live. Do you mind if I invite her over for Thanksgiving weekend?"
"Of course not! You don't need my permission. This is your home too, you know."
"Yes, I know, but it's only fair that I ask. You'll like her. She's super fun."
"Can't wait to meet her."
"She can't wait to meet you! I've been bragging to her all about what a great guy you are."
Matt blushed.
"...And, since you can't be with your family or Pam for thanksgiving dinner, she insisted that you spend it with us!"
Matt didn't have any family to speak of that he knew. He had been adopted as a child by an aging couple who had passed away when he was in his late teens. As for Pamela, she had told him, via text, that she'd be away with her son at their extended family's home in the mountains for the holiday.
"That's really nice of you two." exclaimed Matt. "Do I get to cook the thanksgiving turkey?"
"Oh my god! Yes, please! Mom was planning on just ordering Chinese for us."
The end credits began rolling across the screen.
Janice sighed. "I think I'm going to head to bed now."
With that she reached out her arms towards the ceiling in a long, yawning stretch.
Matt bit his lip trying to conceal a groan of pleasure watching her shirt stretch tight across her massive bra gripped breasts. The bulging tit meat bursting out of the tops of her cups ballooned against the compressed garment, accentuating her quad boob to a breathless degree. The poor bra looked like it was holding on for dear life.
Despite his constant, raging hard ons, Matt was getting more used to the shocking displays Janice would create on a regular basis. Even though she had yet to appear before Matt without a bra, her complete indifference to how she carried her breasts had Matt's attention in a vice grip day after day after day.
"Goodnight, homie." she smiled as she left the room.
Matt shook himself out of the tit trance. "Goodnight, homegirl. Sweet dreams."
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Sunday evening, after dinner, Matt stretched out on the couch in his light gray sweatpants and T-shirt, bringing up the next episode in the series they were watching.
Janice was on a phone call with her boyfriend in her bedroom. Matt could hear her speaking excitedly with a loud voice in the room, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. He thought it sounded like an argument.
A few minutes later he heard her bedroom door open. He noticed, as she took a seat, that her eyes were red and she was sniffing.
"Everything ok?" he asked.
"Yeah... well, no. My boyfriend has been a total dick to me this whole week. He is not happy about my decision to move here."
"I'm sorry. Anything I could do to help?"
"Not really." she said laughing softly. "Bobby will get over it."
"Fair enough." he smiled, "Ready for the next episode?"
"Uhhm... actually..." she hesitated.
"Hmm?"
"Before we do that... do you think I could use your tub to take a bubble bath? Pretty please?"
Matt's bathroom was the only one in the apartment with a tub. Janice's bathroom just had a stand up, glass shower stall.
"Oh! Sure. I actually just cleaned in there. Go ahead and soak some of that stress away."
She thanked him and left the living room to gather her bathing supplies.
Janice returned a moment later carrying two towels, and a bottle of bath product. As he heard the water faucet start in his bathroom, Matt got lost in a daydream picturing her huge, soapy breasts being squeezed as she bathed them, sensually. He decided to try to distract himself with a book.
About a half hour later he heard his bedroom door open and close again.
"Sorry. I forgot my robe." Matt heard her say as he looked up from his novel. She only had a towel wrapped around her waist like a skirt. However, bunched against her chest she held another towel, apparently too small to wrap around her upper body. Her back was completely bare. It was the most skin Matt had seen from her yet.
Just then, Bubsy cat approached her blocking her path. The feline flopped over onto his side, waiting to receive pets.
"Oh you! Bubsy, you pick the worst times for lovies, I swear." said Janice in a playfully squeaky tone.
Secretly, over the edge of his book, Matt watched Janice bend at the hip. She released her towel with her right arm to pet the black cat. Her left arm still held the towel against her bosom, but one arm could only cover so much area. In fact, her left hand looked like it could barely reach where her right nipple should be. In their compressed state, her upper breasts ballooned out from the top edge of her towel.
When he saw the towel fall from Janice's side facing him, Matt's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The large cloth was still held in place by her left hand, but her entire, squashed side boob was completely visible. Her cream colored skin was smooth, without blemish. Her enormous breast's soft roundness slowly undulating from the movement of her arm. Janice petted the cat lovingly, seemingly unaware of her nearly naked state, for almost a whole minute.
