Kinktober 6 - Before and After (Patreon)

Kinktober prompt:
Before and After

Contains: Breast Expansion

Continuation of “Altered Reality.”

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Kinktober 6 - Before and After

In the three years it took Krista and me to complete the device and the fourth year I spent studying and preparing for my trip, I followed the same mundane routine. I walked to the station nearest to our lab, skimmed the science and tech headlines on the train ride home to my empty apartment, ate the same frozen dinner, and went to bed alone. After I returned from my life-changing six months, my routine was similar but very different.

Between perfecting temporal travel and preparing to blend into ancient society, I simply had no time for a social life. I spent my commute running over equations in my head, barely aware of the people around me.

When I walked to the train that first day after I returned to my own time, Krista came with me. I kept waiting for her to hit me for gawking at the beautiful women around us, but she never did. Every few seconds, a woman would pass us, going the other way on the sidewalk. The shortest of them were at least 160cm, and Krista was right—she really was small for this “new world.” A trio of college students bounced by with what had to be 120cm bustlines. A pair of women talking insistently to each other about some business deal wore suit blazers tight over breasts larger than Nirescel’s had been.

Before I went to the past, I ignored the people around me on the train. Once in a while, I’d see an attractive woman and imagine talking to her, but who wants to get hit on on public transit?

As Krista and I stepped onto the train, it was like stepping into a magazine photo. The car was perfectly maintained, the seats were spotless, and the people were all beautiful. The men seemed mostly the same, if somewhat shorter than average, but they all had well-fitting, well-made clothes. There wasn’t a hint of urine or body odor. The women, of course, were just as gorgeous as the ones outside, and despite the fact that half of them sported lap-filling tits, there were more than enough wide, spacious seats for everyone.

Krista leaned in beside me, pressing her left breast into my arm. “You look like a kid in a Harry Potter movie. Close your mouth.”

I pulled out my phone to distract myself from the bizarre train ride. The day before I went to ancient Greece, the headlines were: A new electric vehicle from a smaller automaker; reports on the successful use of certain seizure medication in treating bipolar disorder; and rumors about the features in the newest models of smartphones. Today, the headlines were: A new car steering design that might make center-console joysticks obsolete; clinical trial reports on a new hormone therapy to dramatically increase gland density and elasticity; and rumors about the features in the newest models of smart bras.

Krista followed me home, and we ordered takeout. I was pretty sure that the delivery girl’s chest would have brushed both sides of the door if she’d come inside. We ate together, watching TV. The sitcoms were mostly the same but with more dominant female characters—and a lot more boob gags.

I kept waiting for Krista to go home, but after we finished eating, she snuggled against me on the couch.

“W-what are you…?”

She eyed me sharply. “Wait, were we not doing this before you left?”

“Doing what?”

“Uh, fucking, obviously.”

I nearly bolted off the couch. “What‽ No! We were colleagues…”

“Oh.”

That one syllable spoke paragraphs of disappointment.

Krista undid another button from her shirt. Even in a world where these were small, her cleavage was fantastic.

“Are you saying… you don’t want to?”

I gulped. “H-how many times…”

“How many times? I don’t know. Too many to count.”

“Wait. We’re not married, are we?” I looked at her hands for a ring.

Krista laughed, and the tops of her breasts jiggled. “Married! Okay, granddad. We just have fun. You know, unwind from a long day in the lab.”

She was confident and assertive in a way that reminded me of her. But Nirescel was gone now—had been gone for centuries. And short of going back again and letting her die—which I knew I couldn’t make myself do—we were stuck here in this new world. I leaned into Krista and kissed her.