Kinktober 5 - Spoiled by SO (Patreon)

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Spoiled by SO

Contains: Breast Expansion

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Kinktober 5 - Spoiled by SO

It was embarrassing for two grown adults to be detasseling, but with the recession in full force, I had to swallow my pride and call up my old “high school summer job” boss. I vouched for my partner, Zoe, and I could tell he was skeptical. But if 14-year-old kids can walk through cornfields in the mud and summer heat, my 23-year-old girlfriend with boobs the size of her head should be able to manage it.

I probably should have expected Zoe would go off her diet when we started the season. I fell into the nostalgia trap a little bit when I went shopping for our breakfast, lunch, and snack food. Within a week, Zoe was loading up our full-size tailgate cooler with food instead of the little lunch bags and coolers everyone else carried.

As I drove our SUV behind the busload of kids down another gravel road, I glanced over at Zoe. She was munching away on a Nutty Bar—I was pretty sure she’d eaten three pairs of them already. “You want to go easy on those, babe?”

“Come on, Lana,” Zoe whined through a mouthful of wafer and chocolate. “I need my energy for this 200-acre field we’re heading to.”

I put a hand to my middle, where a soft roll of pudge had formed over the past month. “Yeah, well, you’re gonna have a sugar crash. And I’d like to not gain any more weight this summer.”

Zoe reached over to tickle me in what I begrudgingly acknowledged as a love handle. “What’s a matter? Is my chubby little sweety getting too big for her britches?”

“Yes. Literally. I barely got these pants on this morning. I don’t want to have to buy more work clothes from Goodwill.”

She stroked her fingers through my hair. “Aww, poor grumpy Lana. You didn’t get enough to drink this morning, did you? We could always get “lost” again if you want some more…”

She put her other arm under her chest to heave her girls upward, and I almost drifted off the road watching the buttons on her flannel stretch. Zoe wouldn’t say, but I could tell she’d blown up several cup sizes from all that extra food.

“Knock that off,” I said. “Your little ‘snack breaks’ are already going to cut into our bonuses.”

Zoe sat back with a huff and unwrapped another snack cake.

***

We got to the far end of our second row, and I got a good look at my partner. Zoe’s flannel was unbuttoned, and I could see her fat nipples clearly through her tee shirt.

“Button your shirt,” I said, “You’re going to scar those Amish kids for life.”

“I can’t,” Zoe said, fluttering her lashes at me, “They’re too full…”

“Come on, Zoe, not here!”

She stepped closer to me until her breasts were against my chest. “Grace said it was okay if we took our break on the far side. Come on, Lana, aren’t you feeling thirsty?”

She knew just how to press my buttons. My mouth went try like Pavlov’s dogs in reverse, and I fought the urge to lick my lips. “Someone’s going to catch us, and we’ll get fired!”

“We’ll go back into the corn; we’ll be quiet, and no one will see us. Please, baby? They’re soooo full…”

I nodded, and Zoe dragged me back twenty feet or so into our finished row. She sat in the dirt and beckoned me toward her lap as she rolled up her shirt.

I rested my head on her legs, and she guided a thumb-sized nipple into my mouth. Despite all the consequences, it was my favorite place to be in the world.

Zoe stroked my hair as I gulped her warm milk. She whispered, “That’s it, drink up, my thirsty girl…”

When her flow finally started to slow, I let Zoe’s nipple fall out of my mouth. I could feel the waistband of my pants cutting into my bloated middle and grunted as I tried to sit up.

Zoe put a hand on my shoulder, pressing me down. “Not yet… the other one’s still full.”

“And so am I,” I protested. “You’ve never made this much before.”

Running her knuckles down my cheek, she said, “Sorry, baby… Working outside just makes me sooo hungry…”

Zoe put a hand on my soft belly. “Look how big you’re getting, though… it’s kinda hot.”

I gave her a flat stare. “Me getting fat is hot?”

“You getting cute and chubby from drinking all my milk is super hot.” Her hand found the indent where my pants were cutting into my tummy. “Here’s your problem, silly. How can you breathe in these things?”

I squeaked in protest as Zoe grabbed the waistband of my muddy gym pants. “Shh, someone will hear you.”

She pushed the band down under my belly, and I sighed with relief. My shirt was long enough to cover it; I just hoped the pants would stay on when we started walking again.

Zoe stroked my tummy as she maneuvered the untapped nipple toward my lips. “Doesn’t that feel better? Now come on, drink up.”

Through the sound of my own gulping in my ears, I could hear Zoe whispering softly as she rubbed my swelling tummy. “Good girl… your mouth feels so good… drink it all, my sweet, growing girl…”

As we got ready to start our return pass through the corn, I held my aching stomach in my hands. I watched Zoe button the flannel over her massive—though slightly less bloated—chest.

“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” I asked.

“None of mine fit anymore. I’ll have to go back on my diet after detasseling is done.”

She looked over at me, struggling to slide the loose gym pants over my pregnant-looking belly, then giving up and cinching the drawstring tight.

“Or I could stay off it… and go bra shopping with my bonus check…”

I wanted to say she should definitely go back on her diet, but I couldn’t make myself say the words.