Bumboozled V (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

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Miles passed the corner and disappeared from view as he walked towards the front of the building. A few minutes later, Laura heard a knocking noise coming from the living room. Miles as at their door.

Oh god. Laura struggled more to get free, wincing from the pressure against her girth. She seemed to only be more firmly lodged in the window rather than loosening herself up. She felt completely ridiculous with some of her torso protruding outside of the building while her legs and most of her backside remained in her room. In her struggles, she could feel that her pants had been shoved down a good deal, her swollen butt-breasts exposed to the cool air, nipples tingling pleasantly.

As Laura resigned her efforts and slumped against the window frame in fatigue, she could hear the muffled voice of Stehanie in the next room.

"Yeah, she's here," Stephanie drawled.

A masculine voice responded, though Laura couldn't quite make out the words.

Now there were footsteps. Crap, they were coming in the direction of Laura's room. "Wait!" Laura cried, though all it achieved was making several passerby outside look up at her in surprise and confusion.

She heard her bedroom door swing open.

Then there was silence. Laura was so mortified, she was almost relieved she couldn't turn her head and see what was going on behind her. She was lodged in her window, pants down, and the large freakish developments on her ass on full display to her dorm-mate and her crush.

"Oh my god," said Stephanie eventually, her voice horrified. "What the hell? You—you're like a mutant. Oh my god, just—you freak!"

Laura's cheeks heated. She waited for Miles to start mocking her as well, but he remained curiously silent. After another moment, she felt hands on her waist, carefully navigating her up and back, dislodging her from the window. Laura tried to catch her breath as she was turned around and found herself in Miles' arms.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me?" he asked, looking at her inquisitively.

Laura could see that Stephanie had left, the door shut, leaving just the two of them. She looked down. "I-I'm sorry. It's true, I am a freak, and—"

"No," Miles cut her off. "You're okay. You're perfect."

"R-really?" she said, hardly believing it.

He kissed her and Laura felt herself melting into Miles' strong arms. He didn't mind that she was fat and mutated. He liked her regardless.

Laura gasped as Miles groped her swollen backside. Her legs went weak. "Unnghhh..." she groaned in pleasure, but a loud rumbling noise made them pause. Face flushing, Laura pulled back and both directed their attention to Laura's rounded gut.

"You haven't eaten?" said Miles. "I can go get you something?"

"Really?" said Laura gratefully. Her last efforts to get lunch had failed, after all.

"Fifteen minutes," Miles promised, before he hurried off through the door.

Laura lightly shook her head as she grinned. She couldn't believe how great he was. Though she wasn't sure she had any hopes of losing the extra weight as long as Miles was so generous about food, almost to the point of enabling.

Now that she was alone, Laura took a moment to examine herself in her mirror. She turned to her side, scrutinizing the plump swell of her belly—she feared she was starting to look like she was pregnant—as well as the huge butt-boobs protruding out behind her, so round and bloated, nipples achingly swollen. The mounds bobbed and jiggled with every little movement she made. It was still hard to believe that Miles was actually into this.

Laura thought for a moment then went to her bureau and pulled out a pair of sexy, stretchy panties. She stepped into them, slid them up her thighs, the slowly, carefully, began to work them up her huge ass, the material stretching taut to accommodate her.

Laura had almost gotten the panties halfway over the cheeks, and was feeling rather accomplished, when she heard a tearing noise. She cursed as the panties split open, her butt-boobs bobbing free.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Miles was back! Laura hastily shoved the torn panties back into her bureau and instead grabbed a short spandex skirt she justmanaged to squeeze herself into, though some of her backside protruded out beneath the hem. "Come in," she called as she turned her back to the door, leaning one arm on the wall and awkwardly trying for sexy in all the weirdness.

The door creaked open and there was a bout of silence. Laura turned her head to see a stunned Miles standing in the doorway, clutching several grease-covered paper bags.

"God, they're so full Miles," Laura heard herself blurt even through the humiliation. The fiasco with the window, and then the panties, had only stimulated the mounds, exacerbating the growing pressure. "Will you...will you milk them? Run them dry," she pleaded, her face flaming.

Miles lowered the bags on a table as he steadily approached, looking all too pleased to help out.