The French Kiss (#2 of #2) (Patreon)

I originally intended to leave it at just that one scene. However as the writing got closer and closer to completion, I realized a fair chunk of what I wanted to cover wasn't exactly there. Squeezing it in would feel forced, so instead I opted to just move that all to a scene of its own. I hope the lore dump isn't too crazy!

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“You always take your phone with you in the shower?” Connor said with a lighthearted chuckle.

Allaire paused in her tracks, her behind wobbling to a stop after the fact. “Of course, these phones have been waterproof for a while now.” She held the bath towel closer to her chest, the fabric shifting to cover her voluptuous body. It was the largest one they had, yet it was barely capable of wrapping around her torso unassisted. Let alone covering her hips.

He simply kept his mouth shut, realizing she did not understand what he was hinting at. Instead he looked at the ‘eye candy’ as Allaire walked over to the other bed and sat down. Connor let his eyes dart around her thighs as they squish around the bed. Or perhaps a more accurate statement was the bed cover that wrapped around her thighs.

She glanced over and snickered. “Mon Dieu, you really like looking at my curves, don’t you?”

“That I do.” Connor proudfully stated. “But you knew about this before you squeezed through the door of my bar.”

“Oui.” She tossed her phone beside her, letting it land on the side with the most amount of bed. Allaire couldn’t exactly reach the bed easily when sitting down so she did the next best thing. “Considering you knew this as well, how did you find out?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Well… afraid to admit it, I have a good friend at the stripclub who’s also a regular. He happened to spot you going backstage with the boss. When Charlie, his name that is- inquired about it, the boss said that this lady was looking for me.”

“I see. Well, I’m afraid I’m quite hard to miss. Please, do continue.”

“I did some digging and found out about you and what you do. And that you actually own the stripclub for the past couple of months. The boss actually answers to you, and from there I connected the dots.”

“I… I must admit I had other businesses in mind but when I caught wind of you, and your cultivated taste in women, I couldn’t help but to shift some of my priorities around. Plus… I’m glad to know Ashley wasn’t exaggerating.”

“Heh.” Connor started. “So how did a french lady like yourself get so lovingly big? I thought only people from around here get massive.”

Allaire raised her eyebrow. “Daring this morning, aren’t we?” She stared him down with an intense face, before that facade cracked and both started laughing. She leaned back on the bed, her head tilted up as she recollected her past.

“What you say is true, however there are a few factors at play. First, my grandmother is from here. And we visited her at least twice a year, so it is either genetics, the proximity or both. And…” She leaned back forwards. The towel started to slip but she caught it before her areolas were revealed.

Connor sat up straight and crossed his legs. “And?” He was clearly invested.

“And because I desire to be large.” Allaire said with a grin. “I am of the belief that the female form is the highest form of art, this… pear shape being my favored variant. How could I not attempt to cultivate this beauty within myself?”

“Amazing, and your genetics definitely helped with that then.”

“Oui, though if I left it simply at that I wouldn’t be much bigger than my little sister. No, I pursued other means. Hormonal treatments and the like, pushing my body to grow in a very specific way. That and sampling a lot of local delicacies.”

“Wait… those exist? I thought it was mostly left up to chance how you’d grow, with genetics sometimes indicating how it would go. Like the case with you and your sister?”

“Not exactly, there’s not a single pill that does it. It was a long process of experimentations, eventually my body responded positively to it. But this method might not work the same way for someone else, maybe not even my sister. That’s how inconsistent it really is, not to mention the cost and favors I had to use.”

“But hey.” Allaire gave a big slap on her massive thighs. The shockwave was sent through the entire upper leg area. “-it was all worth it.”

Connor swallowed so loudly he was almost positive she heard it. “T-that it has been, if I may say so myself.”

Allaire narrowed her eyes yet again, inspecting his face closely. “Connor, I can see it in your face. Just ask.”

“Wait wh-what?”

“Your face, you want to ask me if I want to go bigger.”

“Eh-... Uh… I…” Connor hadn’t witnessed himself stumble like that since high-school. “How? Was it that obvious?”

She shook her head. “Non, but I’ve seen a fair share of men and women with those kinds of eyes. Me being one of them, but unfortunately it isn’t a possibility.”

“Aah… Born too early?”

Allaire nodded with a slightly sour face. “My body can only take so much. Any bigger than this and I start to have serious issues moving around, which I often require for visiting my businesses. My sister would probably have a better chance at going bigger, however she’s probably not the type to do so.”

Her expression however turned into a warm smile. “But I’ve accepted it, truly. My ambition truly knows no bounds, so in a way I’m glad my body does. To keep a part of me grounded.”

With the phone in one of her hands, she swung her upper body forwards to pull herself up from the bed. Allaire needed that kind of momentum to get her feet back on the ground, and from there it was smooth sailings. All except the bath towel that slipped off during the motion, obscuring most of Connor’s view with her head-sized breasts and a decent pouch of a belly.

Taking a moment to enjoy the view, he reached around her body to grab the red towel and handed it back over to her.

“Merci.” Allaire walked to the other side of the bed to grab her garments off of the ground, the ones she threw off last night, all the while just holding the towel under her arm. She struggled for a moment pulling her body back up, having to use the bed as assistance. Allaire started walking back to the bathroom. “I’ll go get changed and be on my way.”

Connor had enough time to get dressed himself and catch up on any social media news he missed. Of course, he still needed to brush up his hair but he wasn’t going to risk interrupting a lady’s time in the bathroom.

When Allaire exited the bathroom, Connor got up and stood beside her near the exit. She smiled.  “I believe I have everything. Thank you for the lovely night, Connor. I trust that we’ll be fully professional from here on out?”

Connor feared so, but he understood completely. “Fully professional, don’t want to be dating your investor.”

“Oui oui. We’ll be in touch about the details.” Allaire opened the door, carefully moving around the restrictive area for her body. Several moments later she stood in the hallway, with the doorknob in her hand. “Oh, and Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“Your new bar is going to need double doors, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” With that she closed the door.

Connor chuckled and scratched his head. What did I get myself into...