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Bumboozled II
🕑 Added 2020-12-30 16:39:16 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.
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Laura’s heart was racing. Why was Miles there? And why had he chosen the worst possible time to come see her? She was still coming to terms with her freakish developments, half-certain that she was stuck in some bizarre dream and would wake up at any moment.
But she didn’t. Laura even tried waiting a bit and pinching herself a few times, but she was still there in her room with huge pillowy ass-breasts that were seeping milk.
Another knock. “Laura? You in there?”
“Yes!” Laura said quickly. “Can you tell him to just wait for me in the living room?” She went to her closet and started looking for something that might fit. There was an exorbitant amount of hot-pants but Laura managed to find a pair of spandex leggings in the very back. She pulled them on, managing to squeeze her swollen ass into them. She kept the scarf wrapped about her hips, soaking up the milk, for the moment at least.
Laura turned to her side in the mirror, giving herself a once-over. Though her backside looked unnaturally large, the protrusions of the nipples weren’t visible, kept under control by the scarf. Nodding uneasily to her reflection, Laura took a deep breath and opened her bedroom door.
“God, Miles,” Laura blurted as she walked into the living room. Miles was standing there in shorts and a jersey, a gym bag hanging off his shoulder. “This—this is—” she stammered. “W-what are you doing here?” Not the most eloquent. She knew she was blushing hard.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” said Miles, walking right up to her. He smelled like Tropical Spice Men’s Body Spray. It was intoxicating. “I have my doubles tournament today. If I don’t participate I could lose my scholarship. Jim backed out this morning. I’m fucked. Please, please, please tell me you can step up.”
Laura squirmed. Ordinarily she would jump at the opportunity to do Miles a favor, but with her strange, new condition, she suspected tennis was the last thing she should be doing at that moment.
“Please, Laura, I’m begging you,” said Miles, grabbing her hands. “I know this is last minute, but I’ll make it up to you. Why don’t I take you out to dinner? Shit, I’ll do anything you want!”
Laura melted slightly. She could think of five things she wanted off the top of her head. Five positions… She felt herself salivating. “Sure. I—I’ll get my stuff.”
“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.”
Laura turned away and walked back towards her room, not seeing the way Miles' eyes bulged at the sight of her huge ass stretching out her leggings. She grabbed her tennis racquet, shoes, and some spare balls, before stuffing them all into her gym bag. She frowned down at her tennis outfit, before sighing, and changing clothes yet again.
The tennis shirt was fine, but the fit of the skirt had…decidedly changed. The material was light and flowy, and her ass was practically trying to bulge free of it. Thankfully the lactation seemed to have stopped, which was a relief, because the scarf was soaked. She discarded it in her hamper.
“Laura, I hate to do this, but we’re gonna be late!” Miles called from the other side of the bedroom door.
God, was all Laura could think. She swallowed and exited the room. She saw the way Miles' gaze swung down to her hips and up again.
“All ready?” he said weakly.
“Yep,” said Laura, with equal awkwardness. She followed Miles out of the dorm apartment, absently smoothing down the back of her skirt as her mounds rocked beneath it.
The car ride to the court was uncomfortable. Laura’s ass suddenly felt so tender that sitting against it was practically unbearable. She just hoped she didn’t start leaking onto the leather seat of Miles’ expensive sports car. She fidgeted continuously, and did her best to breathe through the discomfort.
Her ass was strangely hot by the time they got to the court, and felt bloated, sort of pulsing.
They had nearly missed their time slot, and were directed straight to the court. Laura stretched, with the uncomfortable awareness that Miles wasn’t the only one who had noticed her ass growth. Many of the spectators on the stands were staring her way. Even the referee was giving her a peculiar look.
As the game started, Laura just tried to focus on the ball. But it wasn’t her best performance, nor was it Miles’. Both of them were decidedly distracted. Miles nearly tripped over his own feet at times, and she could feel his gaze continuously shooting to her wobbling posterior. One of Laura’s hands consistently shot down to tug at her skirt, her ass determined to stick out of it, at times flashing people. Even their opponents would do double-takes and miss the ball as Laura’s large ass bobbed all over the place. Laura just hoped that no one had noticed the areola and nipples attached to the huge mounds.
