Stacy's Mom - 3/6 (Patreon)

Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Feeding

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Stacy’s Mom

IV

–Bzzt–

I was putting off studying for a test when my phone buzzed where it sat on the desk. I glanced at the screen and saw Christie’s blurry Facebook profile pic on the notification. I glanced across the room at Stacy, who was also procrastinating, lost in whatever YouTube she was watching.

[Hi, book club got canceled. You want to do something?]

I felt heat rise in my cheeks as I glanced nervously at Stacy again. I tapped out a reply.

{Like what?}

[Movie?]

{Sure! I can study later}

[Oh no! You should study.]

{It’s fine I wasn’t really going to study anyway}

[Are you sure?]

{Ya}

{What movie?}

[The dollar theater is showing one of my favorites.]

{Dollar theater?}

[Omg you don’t know about it?]

Christie sent a pin with the location.

[Show starts at 7, meet you there?]

Without thinking, I added a heart reaction to Christie’s message. I swear I felt my actual heart stop for several full seconds. Had she seen it? Was it too late to undo it? I saw the three dots start flashing—I’d missed my chance to take it back. What would she say? A heart reaction was a normal thing, right?

[🥰]

What was that‽ I put a hand to my face, which I’m sure was tomato-red. I set my phone screen-first on the desk, taking several deep breaths. When I looked up, Stacy was watching me.

“You alright?”

My voice cracked when I tried to reply, so I cleared my throat and started again.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Is it warm in here? Can you open the window?”

***

“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen While You Were Sleeping,” Christie said as we emerged from the theater into the dark night, “It’s a classic!”

“Oh yeah, it’s right up there with The Godfather,” I teased. I was still imagining Sandra Bullock eating all those cookies. Maybe she’d finally grow some boobs.

“Shut up!” Christie bumped me with her hip, “It’s better than those superhero movies you kids are always watching.”

“I’m pretty sure the big demographic for Marvel is dudes in their thirties, Christie.”

“–Psh– whatever. So, do you have to rush home and study, or you wanna get some ice cream or something?”

I glanced over at the blonde bombshell. Standing so close to her made me aware of our significant height difference. I was lowkey disappointed she wasn’t wearing another low-cut top so I could get another glimpse of her amazing cleavage. Christie was somewhat ‘dressed down’ compared to the other times I’d seen her outside the house. A solid-colored tee shirt layered with a short-sleeved plaid button shirt. I wondered if that shirt had ever been able to button over those massive honkers. I also couldn’t help but imagine how that shirt would look with a logo or graphic printed on it. I bet it would be pretty hard to read…

I’d let Christie devour most of the giant bucket of popcorn with extra ‘butter,’ so the thought of a little something sweet actually sounded pretty good. The thought of watching Christie add a little more sugar and dairy to that rack definitely added to the idea’s appeal.

I grinned. “Sure!”

While not quite as satisfying as watching her enjoy the food I made myself, the ice cream shop was still a scene I wouldn’t soon forget in my “private time.” I ordered a small chocolate vanilla swirl while Christie got a waffle cone piled so high I thought one of the scoops might slide off. Our conversation was effortless, as always, but I kept getting distracted every time Christie’s big pink tongue slid across her frozen treat. I imagined that tongue doing other things, and it’s a miracle the busty blonde didn’t notice me staring. Or blushing, based on the tingling heat I felt in my cheeks. Maybe she did and just didn’t say anything. Looking back, I think she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

After one particularly long and slow lick, a drop of chocolate peanut butter rolled off Christie’s cone to splat onto the upper slope of her breasts, where they nearly rested on the booth table. A dark spot formed as the dairy melted into the fibers of her tee shirt.

“Damnit!” Christie whispered, holding the cone away from her as she licked her thumb and tried to smudge out the spot. I watched transfixed as Christie’s arm and hand pressed into herself, making the shape of her fat breast squish and wobble. I snapped myself out of it, grabbing a few napkins from the dispenser and holding them out to her.

“H-here.”

“Oh, thanks.”

I couldn’t stop staring as Christie wiped at the smudge on her shirt. Her outfit showed very little skin, but I could see the outline of her bra under the tight tee. Her breasts rippled and shook with each movement.

“You know,” She said without looking up, “It’s only free for the first minute.”

My eyes darted up to meet hers, and the heat in my cheeks rose all the way to my ears.

“I… I wasn’t…”

Christie showed her teeth in a wide grin. “I’m just messing with you!”

I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and tried to change the subject.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom? Try using water?”

Christie shrugged, tossing the crumpled napkins on the table. I forced my eyes to stay on her face and not watch her huge chest wobbling. She took another lick of her cone, grinning again.

“It’s fine. Tomorrow’s laundry day anyway.”

***

Stacy was still up when I got back to the dorms.

“Hey, how’d the studying go?”

I’d almost forgotten the excuse I gave when I left nearly four hours earlier.

“Oh, yeah, it was fine. I’m not too worried about the test anyway.”

“That’s good.”

My stomach flipped as I sat down at my desk. I still didn’t know why I was lying to Stacy. Nothing was going on with me and her mom, no matter what scenes I imagined in the shower. But how could I explain to my roommate a situation I didn’t understand myself?

“You wanna watch something?” Stacy asked.

“Like what?”

“We could watch another Succession… or wait…” Stacy tapped on her laptop for a few seconds. “There’s a new Ted Lasso out.”

I feigned hesitation. “Hmm… let me think about that… um, yes.”

Stacy laughed. “You dork. I’ll set it up. You wanna make some popcorn?” She tapped her fingers together like an adorable Disney villain. For a moment, I remembered that this was the busty blonde I’d been down bad for just a few months ago.

“Hmmm…”

“You’re the best at it!” Stacy begged.

“It’s microwave popcorn, Stace. What are you talking about?”

“Pleeeease…”

I would have done it anyway, but a twinge of guilt in the back of my head made the choice even easier.

“Fine,” I said with mock annoyance.

“Yay!”

Stacy jumped up from her chair, making her own generous bosom wobble. I tore my eyes away and pulled a packet of popcorn from the shelf near my desk.

As my roommate and I sat together on the couch watching TV, I couldn’t help but wish it was the other busty blonde reaching her greedy fingers into the popcorn bag on my lap. Stacy’s little gasps and laughs while we watched were just like her mom’s, and every time her hip touched mine when she reached for more, the same tiny electric tingles ran across my body.

I really needed to get laid.

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V

Over the next few weeks, I spent more and more time with Christie. We met for lunch, went out for drinks, and whenever I had a plausible excuse, I went over to Stacy’s house to make dinner for her mom. When I wasn’t in class or in the fugue state that sometimes took me when I was cooking, I alternated between unwise thoughts about Christie and guilt over lying to Stacy. My favorite time of all, though, was actually being with Christie. We were still just friends, but I felt more comfortable, more at ease, and more myself when I was with her. Which is not to say she didn’t make me extremely horny. I was down bad for Stacy’s mom, so I guess what happened next was inevitable.

“Ooouuurgh…”

You’d have thought she was dying from the noises Christie made when her fork finally left her fingers to clatter to her empty plate. The busty blonde MILF sat back in her chair, making the flea market furniture creak in protest. The waistband of her stretch leggings was pulled taut around her middle as she rubbed the swollen dome.

I’ve never thought my cooking was quite as good as my baking, but that didn’t stop Christie from devouring three helpings of roast beef with carrots and potatoes. Not to mention the bacon balsamic broccoli, cauliflower smothered in cheese, and dinner rolls I made with so much butter and sugar they were practically desserts.

I watched Christie’s breasts—now grown nearly as big as her head—rise and fall with each shallow breath.

“You want some more, Christie?”

“Uurgh So fullll.” The blonde moaned.

Christie’s protests always brought out a wicked little voice in my head.

“There’s just a little left…” I taunted, “It’s not even really enough for leftovers…”

Christie met my eyes. I thought I saw a flicker of… something in her eyes, but I was probably imagining it. Instead of saying anything, she lifted one hand from her packed stomach and made a slow, beckoning gesture at me. I smiled automatically as I grabbed her plate and scooped the last of everything onto it. It really was a smaller portion, but only compared to her first three plates. Christie slowly shuffled back in her chair, leaning forward as I slid the plate in front of her. Empty bowls and pots rattled as her swollen tum bumped against the edge of the melamine table. Christie picked up her fork again.

When her plate was clean, Christie let me help her waddle into the living room and put her feet on the coffee table. She sank into a couch that I guessed was almost as old as Stacy. I quickly pushed the thought of Christie’s daughter out of my head. The irresistibly sexy blonde rubbed her bloated stomach slowly as I lifted one ankle, then the other, to rest on the table. Christie’s magnificent breasts rolled toward her chin, propped up by the swollen mass of food below.

“You know –haa– I didn’t used to eat like this…” She groaned.

My skepticism must have shown on my face. Christie weakly waved a dismissive hand at me.

“Okay, okay, –hic– I was never a health nut or anything… but you’re a –urp– bad influence on me… (Excuse me.)”

I sat on the couch beside the golden-haired goddess, eyeing the way her leggings cut into her belly, flesh welling up above and below it. I reached out a hand, then stopped, looking to her for permission.

She nodded.

I slid both hands under her once-loose top, my hands shaking as they located the elastic waistband of Christie’s leggings. I pried my fingers between the fabric and her bare skin. The heat coming off her was incredible. I bit my tongue to keep my nerves under control. Slowly, I worked the leggings down, letting Christie’s tummy swell and breathe.

“Haaaaa,” she sighed.

“Is that better?” I managed to say.

Christie nodded. She ran her hands along the pink mark left by the constricting elastic. As I started to sit back, pulling my hands away, the overfed MILF moved faster than I’d have thought possible in her current state. She grabbed my hands, pulling them back toward her body, where I found them suddenly pressed against her taut tummy. Christie’s palms covered the backs of my hands, pressing them into her. As if by instinct, I began to slowly massage her full belly.

Her voice came out low and husky. “I’ve had to buy new bras –hic– three times since I met you, Sofia…”

When she hiccuped, her whole body shook, pressing a belly filled to bursting with fuel for her growing breasts hard into my fingertips. In that moment, I thought I could have died happy. My mind was a pink fog as I ran my hands across her body. Without thinking, I said, “Is that a bad thing?”

Even to my own ears, my voice sounded like that of a stranger—a low, heavy whisper. It carried all my repressed need out through my traitorous lips.

I was barely aware of Christie’s pale hand rising toward my face until her fingers touched my chin, tilting my head to meet her gaze.

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” She whispered.

My hands left Christie’s stomach to cup her face. I’d been wrong a moment earlier when I thought I could die happy massaging her belly. When Christie’s tongue found mine, that was the moment I could have died happy.

Or at least, it was, until a few days later—when she did something even better with her tongue.