Pleasure Cruise - Part II (Patreon)

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Pleasure Cruise - Part II

  Neome Arrives 

Neome took a deep breath as she looked up past the port processing building at the enormous ship docked behind it. The Mestra was immense and striking. Neome’s social media popularity had allowed her to experience many adventures she’d never expected, but taking a cruise was one she hadn’t yet experienced. A warm Florida breeze tried to knock her large sun hat from atop her head, and Neome casually put up a hand to hold it down on her light brunette locks.

She was standing at the curb of the drop-off zone as the driver of her rideshare passed off her largest suitcase to one of the porters standing by. It was only when the handle of her carry-on luggage was pressed into her hand that Neome came back down to Earth. She thanked the driver, gave him a hefty tip through the phone app, and then fell into the line of people making their way inside the receiving building.

The flip flops on Neome’s delicate feet clipped and clopped with each step as she patiently moved through the line checking everyone’s invitation-tickets and passports. Neome was taking the time to take in who was around her. There were so many people, many of which of course Neome didn’t know or recognize. But here and there she could see other influencers like herself or more famous, some actresses she’d certainly seen on TV and film, and even some singers. Despite the stardom of some of the women in line everyone appeared to keeping it together and playing it very cool.

That was very hard for Neome. Her innocent exuberance, her excitability, her bubbly passion for any experience, was part of what made her social streams take off.

The other part was, of course, the size of the outfits she wore.

At the moment Neome was wearing up top a bright yellow bikini top that purposefully perked up her perfect baseball-sized breasts. Around her hips was the matching cheeky brief bikini bottom which covered far more skin than the usual thongs she sported. That she was wearing a slightly gossamer sarong over that meant Neome was practically over dressed.

It wasn’t long before her ticket had been inspected, her passport confirmed, her bag x-rayed, her phone checked and locked away, and her room key lanyard issued. Normally the room key would also act as the de facto charge card to purchase alcoholic drinks, fancy dining experiences, or items from the shop, but the woman behind the counter explained that everything on the ship was fully covered and available for consumption and use - the card was swiped only to help track stock and availability.

Neome’s heart was aflutter as she rolled her suitcase up the gangplank and stepped onto the red carpet of the ship. There was a unique scent in the air, like a new car but pleasantly muskier. She wanted to drop her bag off at the room as quickly as possible and begin to explore the ship and checked the little paper she’d received with the lanyard - Stateroom 4130.

The room was small but well laid out. A little bathroom with sink, shower, and toilet was directly to the left when Neome entered, and across from it were a couple closets. Stepping beyond that short hallway entry brought Neome to the stateroom itself. Two twin beds a loveseat and a table were to Neome’s left. A tiny desk, which housed a minifridge, and a wall-mounted TV were along the right side wall. Beyond the beds was a large window that looked out over one of the lower decks. Beyond that were the islands that ran alongside Port Everglades and the open ocean itself. Neome’s other bag had not been delivered yet, so she rested her smaller suitcase next to the bed closest to the window and decided she wanted to go out and explore.

According to the map of the ship by the elevators the pool was on something called the Lido Deck, which was a few floors above the 4th. Neome rode the elevator up all atwitter with excitement, bouncing lightly on her toes to expend some energy and lightly bouncing her breasts. She burst forth from the elevator as soon as the doors started to open and was greeted by the most wonderful scents of food. Walking out of the elevator lobby on the Lido Deck level she found the immense nearly ship-long food bar to her left, and the Lido’s pool out a pair of automatic sliding doors to her right towards the ship’s bow.

Strolling onto the deck of the pool Neome was greeted by a small high-top bar, and beyond that was an impressively sized pool that had its own swim-up bar. Lounge chairs made of brown plastic rattan encircled the pool, with tables and chairs set up along the exterior of the deck. Neome bit her lip as she looked out over the dozen or so of beautiful women who had already arrived to swim or tan.

And some were doing either of those activities in little to no clothing. Neome felt herself blush as her eyes danced across some much lovely-

Feeling a flame start to stoke between her legs Neome needed to gather herself. She turned and slid onto one of the chairs at the bar and looked around for a bartender. Instead of a person a rounded white pillar just short of five feet tall rolled over to the surprised woman, little rubbed wheels concealed under its base. The top of the white plastic pillar was smoothly rounded and it resembled, to Neome, a large vibrator. Across the flat surface a screen blinked on displaying only a ?.

“Ah, um, a pina colada? Please?” Neome asked haltingly.

The screen switched to display a picture of a pina colada, and then a picture of the keycard popped up.

“Oh! Of course,” Neome blathered, struggling for a second to grab the plastic resting atop her chest. She swiped the card, a thumbs up appeared, and two small arms popped out of the machine’s sides to begin grabbing and mixing ingredients. As she watched Neome tried to recall if she’d seen any staff on the Mestra since she’d boarded and couldn’t recall any. With a cheery sounding ding! the automaton placed a perfect pina colada in front of Neome, flashed a ;) emoji across its screen, and then rolled back into the spot it had first activated from. 

“Uh, thanks!”

Neome picked up her drink and sipped at the straw, revelling in the sweet burn. Maybe with this she could calm her nerves. She turned back around just in time to see a woman with especially large and full breasts pull off her top. Neome sat transfixed as she watched the wondrous balls of pleasure roll out from the built-in cups of the discarded bathing suit top and bounce atop nicely tanned ribs, wibbling and wobbling as she reached down to grab some suntan lotion.

Feeling her body react to the sight Neome bounced up from the bar and quickly clip-clopped away. She spotted a set of stairs leading up to an overhanging balcony and she followed it. Finding herself alone at the raised vantage point Neome took a long sip of her drink and rested against the railing. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to take in all the sexiness in and around the pool below, it was just that being so close to it, so near to interacting with it, jumbled Neome’s mind as to how she should react to it. She was much more comfortable people-watching from a floor above.

She felt silly. She’d certainly looked at plenty of topless and nude women - and men - on her phone. Neome was secretly pledged to more than one 18+ fan image feed of a few people she followed - and even knew - through social media. But that was a lone experience, no one was looking back at her. No one was wondering or asking why she didn’t have the same offering to her fans.

Neome looked down at the topless and nude sunbathers with jealousy. Not envious of the size or shape of any breasts compared to hers - she was quite satisfied with her soft handfuls. No, Neome was jealous of their courage to strip down and put themselves on display. Every time Neome tried to take that step some little doubting voice in the back of her mind found some excuse for why she shouldn’t, that it was wrong or desperate or embarrassing or some other societal pressure. Deep down Neome knew that she’d held up her feed’s terms of services as the reason why string bikinis and thongs were as far as she’d gone, when there was so much more going on inside her that was holding back the simple acting of undoing a knot and letting gravity do the rest.

She took another long straw suck of her pina colada.

It was at this moment a thought entered Neome’s mind. Now it fully came from within her and had not found its way from any other source. But what was unusual was that this deep-welled statement didn’t stop at her inner-monologue but actually escaped her mouth.

“I want more reasons to show off my tits!”

Neome’s eyebrows raised as she realized she’d spoken that outloud. She touched her fingers to her lips in surprise, and then looked to the drink in her hand.

“This must be stronger than I realized.”

Despite that thought Neome shrugged and took another long sip, shivering as the melting mix sent a strong shot of rum hit her tongue. The liquor sent a pleasant burn through her chest. Neome took a deep breath and sighed.

And then Neome realized there was another sensation lingering upon her chest aside from the taste of rum. Her breasts and the surface of her ribs were tingling, not quite an itch and not quite a tickle. There was a tightness, but also a soft cushiony aspect.

Neome looked down at her breasts, lifted up by the cups of the bikini top, and gasped as she saw their bulges push upwards. At first she thought the sight was simply from taking a breath, but as she exhaled they didn’t descend back to their previous curve. Instead they continued to expand upwards, like rising bread! The sensation of her top getting tighter, the strings pulling against her shoulders and back, confirmed that something more was going on.

And that something more was not just acting on her boobs. Neome sent her hands to four other new sensations forming on her ribs. There her fingers found four soft nubs swelling up from her skin - four spots that sent familiar pings of pleasure to her pussy. Neome recognized that this was similar to how it felt when she pinched her nipples.

Her breasts were still slowly expanding, and she now had no choice but to pull up her top or continue with the discomfort of the straps pressing into her. She popped her thumbs under the lower hem of her bikini and yanked it upwards. She felt the slap of her soft boob flesh against her ribs, and quickly yanked the fabric over her head. Looking down at herself Neome could tell she’d gained at least an inch of new fat on the curve of her tits, her nipples standing hard and proud in the air.

The sensation of growth was ebbing away from her breasts, but Neome could feel it was lingering atop her ribs. Returning her hand beneath her underboob Neome found hills of flesh rising up beneath the four nubs - which by now she had accepted as nipples. Her mind was reeling. What was happening was impossible, but she remembered signing the waiver. Neome knew there was the possibility of bodily change so this shouldn’t have been a surprise.

But being told that your body could be altered and actually experiencing it were very different things!

Regardless of her thoughts on what was happening, it was happening nonetheless. More and more soft flesh bubbled up upon ribs which were never meant to carry it. There was a warm tightness that came and went with each heartbeat, as Neome felt her skin stretch full, then relax as it adjusted to the increased mass, only to be stretched again. 

After a minute Neome could feel the new tits beneath her originals fill out round enough that her upper underboob was resting on the top curve of her middle row of breasts. Shortly after that the same sensation fell upon her bottom boobs. Neome could feel how her central boobs were now slightly squashed between the weight of her originals and the perkiness of her lower new set.

As the growth of Neome’s four new assets slowed and stopped she took a deep breath, which pushed slightly outwards all six nipples. She could not believe it, but there was no denying it - Neome was peering down through three sets of cleavages on tits at least two cup sizes larger than when she’d boarded the Mestra. The weight was significant, and certainly very present, but because of how it was spread down her torso Neome didn’t find it strained her back too much.

Just as she was slowly raising her hands up to grip her fully-grown six breasts Neome heard a wolf whistle ring out from below her. Neome’s focus shifted from the curve of her breasts down over the curve of the railing to a bikini-clad woman reclined at the far end of the pool. Seeing she’d gotten Neome’s attention the woman raised a thumbs-up high over her head.

The whistle had also directed the attention of many of the other pool-goers up to Neome’s balcony, and she only now fully realized that she was standing topless in public with six tits on display! Her entire body blushed and instinctively she tried to cross her arms over her boobs.

It was now that Neome discovered three things;

1. Her drink was still very cold and sent a chilly shock through Neome’s body as the hand holding it struck the side of the glass against her lower left breast.
2. It wasn’t possible to actually cover up six boobs with only two arms.
3. Her breasts had not only increased in size, but also in sensitivity - a lot of sensitivity.

“Oh...fuck!” Neome gasped as she made contact with four nipples. Incredible bolts of pleasure shot through her wobbling busts and straight to her pussy. The reaction was so intense it yanked together her thighs and drenched her bikini bottom. Neome pulled back her arms but the act was already done - Neome had gotten herself horny to a nearly debilitating degree.

Her free hand grabbed the railing as her body doubled over, all six breasts dangling from her ribs and swinging around like pleasure pendulums into each other. Neome took deep breaths over and over again but there was no rolling this back...she needed to cum.

But she certainly wasn’t doing that here!

Neome downed the rest of her pina colada and placed the empty glass next to the railing, hope it would be safe and found there. She gritted back the burn of the rum as she moved quickly through the doors behind her and into another hallway leading to an elevator lobby. Her three rows of tits swung and bounced against each other with each hurried step, sending more and more smaller pangs to her pussy. Neome jammed the elevator call button and watched her jiggling flesh settle as she waited, her lungs panting. She wanted to grab the bundles of flesh and hold them in place, but knew what more contact with their skin would do to her.

It was possible Neome wouldn’t be able to wait to get back to 3140 to sate herself if she grabbed them again like she’d just done.

Boarding the elevator and hitting 4, Neome stood still, her pussy stewing in the damp soaked moisture of her bikini bottom. Her musk quickly built up in the small space. Neome reflected on what she’d spoken aloud just before the growth and additions began; I want more reasons to show off my tits!

It was clear to Neome how her request had been granted. First, her original pair of boobs had probably outgrown any clothes she had brought. Even if they hadn’t, Neome hadn’t brought anything large enough to cover six breasts. She had so many that not even her arms could be configured to hide her topless nudity. And lastly, given how sensitive they were, Neome knew she wouldn’t be able to last more than a few minutes with anything like a robe resting on her nips and tits before she’d be so horny she couldn’t help herself.

She now had plenty of reasons to show off her tits. And Neome could not help but recognize how part of her was legitimately pleased by that outcome.

The elevator ding!ed and Neome walked to her room as quickly as she dared, her pace a little odd as she tried to minimize the jostling and rubbing of her many breasts upon themselves. Her thighs were held wide to try and minimize the squicking sounds of her drenched and dripping bikini bottoms. She swiped the door open and closed it behind her.

The sarong and bottoms were unceremoniously dropped onto the floor of the little hallway, and now completely nude Neome went straight for her bed. She could feel how damp her thighs were getting so she just climbed onto the decorative comforter, hoping that would protect her actual mattress from getting wet. All six tits swung and bopped into each other as Neome turned around and sat on her ass.

One shoulder rested against the wall to hold her upright as one of Neome’s hands snaked around all of her boobs and slipped over her thigh to her glistening and engorged labia. The other dove into the horizontal cleavage of her original breasts and her middle set. She could feel herself sweating, the sensation of it all overwhelming Neome, so much pleasure coming from places it shouldn’t!

And all of that was focusing between her legs like sunlight through a magnifying glass. The heat was nearly too much, Neome’s crash course towards an unimaginably powerful orgasm actually making a small part of Neome’s brain fear for her safety. As she careened towards the building bubble of pleasure Neome’s course was thrown askew as she heard the lock of the door whir and the handle turn.

Realizing she was about to be walked in on masterbating an immense wave of shame grabbed the wheel and spun Neome away from the path towards her coming cum. Her body practically went into shock as two desires clashed, and all her mind could numbly do was grab a pillow out from behind her. She hugged it tightly with her arms and legs, Neome shuddering as all six nipples and her gurgling pussy pushed into the cool fabric.

Through the hallway Neome could see a woman wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit enter. At least it looked like a woman. The confusing point was the enormous blue dong that waggled straight out between her legs.

Thinking wasn’t something Neome could do much of in her beet red state, and all she could muster with an uncharacteristically bubbly voice was, “Oh, hi roomie!”

To be continued...