Julie’s Day Off - Part 2 of 2 (Patreon)

Note: This story contains bizarre, unrealistic and occasionally ridiculous content. It is not suitable for minors. Everyone portrayed in this story is of consenting age.

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Julie’s Day Off - Part 2

Back at the apartment, Catherine sat at a desk they had set up especially for her. Two flat chair cushions sat on the surface of the desk, onto which the busty blonde could rest her mammoth mammaries. A simple lap desk bridged the valley of her cleavage, on top of which her laptop was perched. With earbuds in, the busty girl listened to lecture and had her laptop camera angle set so that everything below her neck was out of the frame.

In the next room, Ruby busied herself with some of her projects, until it was mid-morning. At about 10:30, a reminder popped up on Ruby‘s phone and she hopped up, pranced into the kitchen, and fetch something out of the fridge. A few minutes later she poked her head into Catherine‘s room and, confirming that she was not on video, the short girl deposited a large plastic food container beside Catherine’s enormous endowments.

Julie, it seemed, had prepared some snacks the night before and left Ruby with instructions. This “mid-morning snack” was a batch of brownies. Or maybe, several batches of brownies. Really, it was almost enough brownies for an entire party. Catherine smiled appreciatively as Ruby backed up with cartoonish tip-toeing and snuck quietly out of the room.

***

When noon rolled around, Catherine’s class was done, so she heaved herself to her feet, stretched her lower back, and wandered into the kitchen. In one hand she was carrying the food container which now held only one brownie, and in the other she held the penultimate brownie which she chomped on gleefully. For her part, Ruby was once again standing over the stove, which now only contained a large pot of boiling water.

“What’s for lunch, Rubes?”

“Hey Cath. Julie left stuff for shells and cheese with the sauce packets.”

“Sauce packets?”

“You know, the sauce that isn’t dry… uh… wet sauce?”

Catherine gave a start then grimaced, chest wobbling. “Wet sauce sounds gross.”

She thought for a moment. “Though… I guess all sauce is wet? Words are weird.”

“Anyway,” Ruby interrupted Catherine’s musing, “it’s mac and cheese. Even I can’t screw that up.”

Both girls laughed nervously and Catherine took a seat at the table, pulling out her phone. Once again she rested her chest on the table’s surface as she scrolled through socials.

Conversation was sparse as Ruby focussed on “cooking,” only occasionally sending each other videos or memes. A short while later, Ruby presented the table with one normal sized portion of mac and cheese, and one over twice that size in a mixing bowl.

Catherine hesitantly took a small bite, popped it between her lips and chewed slowly. Smiling and nodding with a sound of appreciation, the busty blonde dug in with gusto. Before Ruby could finish her moderately sized portion, Catherine’s bowl with empty.

“Uh, Rubes… is there, any more?”

Ruby grinned and grabbed Catherine’s bowl, hopping up from the table. She scooped cheesy pasta from the pan and filled bowl yet again.

This process repeated itself two more times while the girls chatted about movies, TV shows, and just a little bit about classes. Despite having devoured at least three dozen brownies, Catherine proceeded to inhale enough mac & cheese to feed a small family for a few days.

As the buxom blonde wobbled back into her room to prepare for her afternoon classes, Ruby once again marveled at Catherine’s outrageous gluttony. She decided she had better make the bra she was working on another size bigger, just in case.

***

When mid afternoon rolled around, about 2:45, Ruby went to the cupboard again to fetch Catherine’s snack. This time it was a collection of several dozen plastic bags, each containing three cookies with a labeled note card. Apparently, Catherine’s mid afternoon snack was also a pre-prepared taste testing chore.

By a little after 4PM, Catherine was done with her online classes and prepared herself for what she called a “workout.” Ruby knew that Catherine was only going to do some mild stretches and walk on their treadmill for maybe 20 minutes. Certainly not anything even the most casual fitness buff would call a workout. Such activity would not make Ruby or Julie breath heavily, much less break a sweat.

Catherine, however, was dripping with sweat and soaked through her gigantic sports bra after her short walk. Ruby eyed the tall blonde as she walked in place, breasts larger than her head bobbing and swaying, trying desperately to escape their lycra prison.

"I guess I'd better add a bigger sports bra to my todo list..."

"What? *huff* Did you say *haa* something, Rubes?"

"No, no... just talking to myself."

Catherine only breathed rhythmically in response. Her pace never exceeded a brisk walk, but her overfed bosom tried to carry her off her feet nonetheless. Sloshing and swaying they sometimes seemed to have their own laws of physics. Eventually, Catherine stepped off the machine, breathing hard.

"I *hoo* need to go take a *hah* shower." The blonde said, toweling sweat off her face.

"Okay Cath. Julie pre-ordered pizza for us, it should be here around six."

"Awesome!"

Gathering up her chest in one arm, the greedy brunette crossed the house to the bathroom, licking her lips at the promise of another filling meal. Locking the door behind her, Catherine turned the faucet to get the hot water going, then stripped off her workout clothes. First came the shorts and panties, sliding down off her hips and over an ass that was fighting her waistbands just a little more these days. Her hips and behind had not grown enough that anyone would notice, besides maybe Ruby with her tape measure. Certainly not Catherine and definitely not Julie. Next came the sports bra, and at last her babies could breathe. They sagged slightly, but their rapid growth meant they were still very firm and sat high on her chest, making their weighty presence known on her shoulders and back muscles.

Catherine stepped into the shower, the sudden temperature change sending a mild shudder through her body. Water streamed over her head and face, and into coursing rivulets down her neck and into the canyon of her cleavage as she hefted her breasts with one arm. As she turned around to face away from the water, Catherine's nipples brushed the cold tile of the shower wall and she shuddered once again at the intense sensation.

As she lathered and scrubbed, she ran her hands over the expanse of her chest, under and over and in between. As she soaped up her midriff blindly, Catherine's stomach rumbled. It had been almost an hour since she last ate. Knowing pizza was on the way was a small comfort, but she found herself daydreaming of the pizza Julie had made last week. Pan after pan of different breads, sauces, and toppings. More and more Catherine was finding herself associating food with her best friend, and vise versa.

Their relationship had changed somewhat since Catherine had moved in with her best friend. The taste testing gig was certainly weird, but Catherine had found she really enjoyed it. Beyond the free and frequent access to abundant delicious food, Julie was so caring and attentive, taking Catherine's every comment and suggestion to heart, no matter how trivial or small, it really made her feel seen and appreciated.

The heat of the water running down her body was warming Catherine up beyond the literal sense, and thinking about Julie's cooking wasn't helping matters. Handling her breasts this much almost always got her juices flowing, and Catherine reached out to tweak an elongated nipple...

Across the apartment, Ruby was running her sewing machine, else she would have heard Catherine's ecstatic sigh.

Catherine was trying to conjure up some of the mental scenes she normally "used" for this activity; confessions from romance movies, Ryan Reynolds or Chris Hemsworth. Her mind betrayed her, however, and kept slipping back to food. She would picture a cheeseburger, almost too big for her to bite into. A mound of spaghetti with golf ball sized meatballs and a gorgeous dusting of fresh parmesan. A stack of waffles, golden brown and dripping with syrup.

Speaking of dripping, Catherine was nearing her peak, and the parade of food in her mind's eye was getting her close to the edge but not over it. Suddenly and without warning, the play in her brain had a second cast member. The massive slice of cake she was about to inhale was on a plate held in the hand of her best friend. Julie held a fork in the other and deposited a bite almost too large for Catherine's mouth. The sponge was delicate and moist, and the icing perfectly sweet without being too sugary. She met Julie's gaze and she chewed, and the generous, caring, loving? spark in her friend's eye pushed Catherine to her limit. Arms outstretched she held an engorged nipple in each hand as she rode the orgasm out, eyes closed and jaw straining as she struggled to keep from being too loud.

The delivery boy blushed as Ruby signed the receipt for the pizza. They could both hear cries of ecstasy from the bathroom. Ruby wanted to apologize but knew that would just make the situation more awkward. Instead she took the stack of ten extra-large pizzas and shut the door in the poor guy's face.

As she came back down, Catherine's eyes popped open in shock.

Water ran down her face and into her mouth as she asked aloud, "what the hell was that??"

***

Ruby said nothing as a wet-haired, pajama-clad Catherine emerged into the living room. The blonde was playing it cool so Ruby decided not to comment. Catherine plopped down on the couch, breasts wobbling, and Ruby could see her trying to adjust herself in her bra again.

"It's too tight, isn't it?"

Catherine sighed. "Yes, again... it didn't even last two weeks!"

"Well," the shorter girl said, setting the stack of pizzas on the couch and popping open the lid of the top box, "I should have the new one done tomorrow. I'm making it a little big with more adjustments so it should last a little longer if you grow any more."

Catherine was already halfway through her first slice.

"I should *nom* be hitting a plateau pretty soon, *chomp* I doubt I'll get too much bigger... *scarf*"

"Right, right." Ruby nodded, wholly unconvinced.

The girls watched Love, Actually and The Kissing Booth, then countless episodes of Friends until Catherine started to nod off. Needless to say the pizza was completely gone before the second movie started. From her vantage across the couch, Ruby could see the blonde's tummy pooch out as the tall girl filled it with a whole party's worth of pepperoni slices.

When the food was gone, Ruby moved the boxes out of the way and the pair cuddled together. As the hijinks and mis-communications of the cast of Friends played out on the TV, Catherine's eyelids grew heavier. At one point she nodded off then started awake.

"Hey big girl, you want to crash out?"

"No," Catherine protested, her half-asleep state making her more petulant than usual. "I wanna hear about Julie's trip. Gotta be up when she gets home."

"Alright, well I think she left us some ice cream. Want me to check?"

That brought Catherine back to full consciousness, and she nodded eagerly, rubbing her swollen tummy. It had receded slightly but was clearly still home to many many slices of pizza.

In the kitchen, Ruby dished a small bowl for herself and brought the rest of the new carton of Rocky Road and a spoon for Catherine.

"Mmm" Catherine moaned in anticipation, reaching out for the cold treat.

When the ice cream was gone, Catherine leaned sleepily on Ruby's shoulder, then eventually curled up onto the couch and let her head drop into Ruby's lap. The tiny seamstress made a surprised sound, then seeing that Catherine had already fallen asleep, brushed her wavy blonde hair with her fingers as she enjoyed the show.

Ruby was straight as an arrow, but it had been a long time since her last boyfriend, and Catherine's heavy head in her lap felt kinda nice. She was less sure how she felt about the acres of cleavage she could see down the tall girl's nightgown, the heat of one enormous breast resting against her thigh.

A short while later Catherine was clearly having a dream, she was squirming and fidgeting in her sleep. She was muttering something, too, and Ruby paused Netflix long enough to hear.

"mmmm, Jules... more..."

Ruby's face turned pink and her eyes went wide. She hit play immediately. Then she smiled faintly to herself resumed stroking Catherine's hair, making soft shushing sounds.

***

Less than an hour later the apartment door opened slowly and cautiously, making a faint creak in spite of Julie's efforts at stealth. Ruby nonetheless could hear her sister as she shed her shoes at the door, dropped her bag and keys in the kitchen, and padded her way into the living room.

The fatigue of her day was plainly written on Julie's face, until she caught sight of her best friend sleeping in her little sister's lap. She didn't even have a chance to feel jealousy as the adorable scene warmed her heart.

"Hey sis, how was the trip?"

"It was fun, but exhausting. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Right now I just want a hot shower and a warm bed."

"Hmm, I bet. Your 'girlfriend' here wanted to wait up for you, but couldn't quite manage it."

Julie's face turned crimson as she sputtered "g-g-girlfriend??"

Ruby put a finger to her pink lips as she grinned wickedly, feeling Catherine stir at the noise. The blonde sat up, rubbed her eyes, then saw Julie standing in the room, still stunned at Ruby's words.

"Jules, you're back!"

With a speed belying her size and very recent unconscious state, Catherine sprang to her feet and bounded across the room, crushing Julie in a hug and smothering the waifish brunette in 25 pounds of breast flesh.

Ruby pushed herself up off the couch.

"Welp, I'm off to bed. Good night, guys."

Julie met her sister's eyes over Catherine's shoulder, and Ruby gave her a sly wink.

"Sleep well..."