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The doors slid closed behind Phoebe as she stumbled onto the train, barely making it on as the overhead announcement echoed throughout the carriage, the train lurching under her feet as it left the station. There were only a few minutes to the next station, the busiest pickup on the line by far, and she couldn't afford to miss out on a good spot, much less miss the train entirely. She panted softly as she calmed herself from the quick sprint to the train, a hour or so of train ride left until she was home. She scanned the train carriage, most of the seats taken, and she spotted a standing area up against one of the walls, decorated with various posters and handlebars to hold onto. It also lacked any windows, save those that were taller than her, and with the current heat she wanted as much shade as she could get. She made her way over there and settled in, closing her eyes and continuing to calm her breathing as an announcement once again beeped overhead.
The doors opening was accompanied by a large increase in volume, with hundreds of people waiting to get on the many carriages of the train. She gripped the bar next to her tightly. Train rides were an incredibly convenient way for her to get around given her stature. Phoebe was a shockingly short woman, with seemingly every roll of the dice landing on the shorter side, with both her parents being short like her and not hitting a growth spurt in her youth. As such, most of what she saw as people crowded onto the train was shirts, button ups, ties, dresses, chests, backpacks, and too many more that she was forced to stare at on day after day. Except today, as she leaned up against the wall, her view was obstructed by something different.
She had been looking down, feet shuffling around her, increasing in density, when a pair stepped right in front of her. Large heels, both shoes size and feet, and a wide stance. Facing her. And as her eyes traveled up, she saw tight black jeans, a belt right at eye level, a tucked in shirt, and as she craned her head up and looked part the pair of breasts towering over her, she saw a woman, multiple feet taller than her. She was looking straight forward, wearing glasses, squinting into the sun for a few seconds before she looked down at her. Her face was normal for a few seconds, blinking a few times before eyes widen in shock. The tall woman grew red, flustered and embarrassed that she had gotten so close to Phoebe without realizing she was even there. Phoebe giggled to herself and waved her hand at the tall woman, a friendly "I don't mind" gesture, before returning to holding the bar for support. The tall woman nervously shuffled, unable to move back anymore than she already was, having to place both hands on either side of Phoebe to support herself against the wall.
Phoebe looked back down, already being used to being cramped somewhat like this many times before, when she notice that the space was slowly shrinking, even with neither of them moving. The tall woman's jeans had started bulging in the middle, a section that happened to reside directly in front of Phoebe's face. The heat, both from the hot day, the carriage full of people, and the bulge, was starting to build, and she felt herself sweat as the air around her began to feel. heavier. She looked up at the woman towering over her, and made a small "pst". She looked down, face red, as Phoebe began to whisper to her.
"Hey, pst," pausing slightly as she waited for the woman to look down at her. "What's your name?"
"..Marcy...."
"Marcy, dear, I think you have a problem in your.."
Marcy's face turned even redder as she realized the extent to which she had grown in her jeans. Sweat dripped down her face and shirt.
"I- s-sorry, I can't, really help it, with the.. situation at hand.. and all that.."
She looked around sheepishly, lowering her head all the way and closing her eyes trying to lean her hips back as far as she could.
Unbeknownst to them, being (reasonably) distracted, the train had made another stop, and more people were getting on. Marcy moving her hips back resulted in her getting pushed by people trying to make room, and the distance from Phoebe's lips to Marcy's bulge closed in an instant as she stumbled forward. Marcy's thighs pressed into Phoebe's tits as she desperately gripped at the handlebars around her, trying to not fall over. Phoebe's view was entirely obscured now, with only Marcy's clothes visible, as well as the still growing bulge of fabric pressing against her lips and face. Marcy, severely overstimulated on her first train ride, could barely see the top of Phoebe's head, and was just relieved that she didn't crush the small woman below her. It was Phoebe trying to turn her head to avoid the pressure that brought Marcy's attention there and made her realize. As she invented a new shade of red on her face, her body began to betray her as her half hard bulge continued to grow, throbbing against Phoebe's face. Phoebe, nose forced directly against a tall, sweaty woman's bulging jeans, was trying not to lose her little lesbian mind as the situation continued to unfold before her eyes. Stuck up against a wall by a woman who has multiple feet on her, and evidently multiple inches, with a hard bulge introducing itself to her lips, face, and senses, her panting from earlier returned tenfold.
She impulsively moved her hands to Marcy's hips, sending a shiver up her spine and a heavy throb down her dick. Her hands felt what she couldn't see, tracing Marcy's hips and waist, sliding around to her front, collecting touch across her body before guiding it towards the middle of her jeans. Marcy bit her lip, not having the benefit of being short to hide the erotic scene unfolding on the train. The train was loud enough and crowded enough to hide the moans under her breath as a stranger felt her way around her jeans, searching for the way in. Phoebe found her belt, undoing it slowly, methodically, the pressure increasing against her face as constraints were removed. She slide her hands to the top of Marcy's jeans, carefully sliding the button out from its hole, eyes glued to the decreasing amount of things stopping the two of them from touching. The zipper clicked slowly, somehow louder to her than all the other noise on the train, a throb seeming to come with every little bit undone, until she had unzipped fully. Marcy's panties, a cute pair of white and blue stripped ones, were so stretched at this point it wouldn't have surprised either of them if it had just ripped. The stretching thinned the fabric, giving Phoebe a sneak peak at the size of the cock that had been throbbing against her for the past few minutes.
She had barely touched the waistband of her underwear, starting to pull it down, when her cock throbbed violently, escaping her underwear, springing hard upwards and shooting a line of pre all over her face. Her cock was huge. Her balls, still in her panties, looked bigger than any bulge Phoebe had ever had on her own. Her eyes could barely trace the thick shaft as it rested on her face, emanating so much heat and musk that it made her feel dizzy and nearly limp. Throb after throb traveled up her cock, blood violently surging, inches thick and longer than her face. Some part of her mind panicked at the size. At the situation. What had she gotten herself into?? This girl, whose name she just barely learned, and her cock, who she was busy getting intimate with, on a train ride that she takes every weekday after work. People were going to see, they were going to find out, she was going to get arrested, she was going to lose everything she had worked so hard for. As she panted and became increasingly nervous, a hand gripped her head hard, and Marcy's hand grabbed the base of her cock. Phoebe head was tilted backwards, her mouth forced open by the unnatural angle, and instantly the taste of sweaty musky cock hit her tongue. Before she could even blink, Marcy returned her to her head downwards, and then immediately shoved her hips into her face as hard as she could.
Marcy stifled a groan as her balls pressed against Phoebe's chin through the fabric of her panties. Phoebe's throat bulged as the head of Marcy's cock penetrated her throat, her eyes going wide and rolling into the back of her head as everything became too much to handle. Barely standing up against the wall, pinned by Marcy's cock stuck down her throat, Phoebe eye's watered. Marcy slid her hips back, the noises of the train just barely able to hide her grunts and moans and she started to fuck Phoebe's face. There was barely enough room to move, and so only the last inch or two of Marcy's cock ever left Phoebe's lips, her lipstick leaving a red mark around the base of Marcy's shaft. Her tongue was pressed flat against the base of her mouth as the shaft throbbed inside her, stretching her lips, staining her mouth with cock musk and sweat as her nose got buried in the base of Marcy's bush. The head of her cock left pre marks on the back of her tongue, which spread around to every inch of her cock and every one of Phoebe's taste buds. Occasionally Marcy would grip the handlebar tight, shoving her hips hard against Phoebe's face, throbbing violently, dripping pre right down past her throat, coating her insides as shivers of pleasure got sent up and down both their bodies. The pleasure was immense, the stimulation overwhelming, the sweat and heat and musk building in their small little erotic sphere of influence, but it was also slow. Barely moving her hips, quietly moaning under her breath, legs shaking slightly, sweat and spit and pre dripping onto the ground and down their clothes. People got on and off the train, but the density remained the same. They both stood there, Marcy's cock buried down Phoebe's throat, as train stop after train stop passed.
Nearly an hour later, both of them barely hanging onto any shred of confidence, the last stop approached. Everyone had to get off the train here, unless you wanted to start going backwards where you came from. Marcy's brain was only just able to piece together the announcement overhead, and she came to her senses just enough to shakingly, slowly pull back out of Phoebe's throat. Tens of spit trails connected her lips to her cock as the inches started to escape. Phoebe's instincts aggressively swallowed every few seconds, loud gulps that were luckily still drowned out by the crowd around them. Marcy's balls, still in her panties, had become full, an hour long edge session enough to give them a dull pain from the strain. Finally, Phoebe's lips pursed around the head of Marcy's cock, giving her one last kiss as they broke their hour long connection, Marcy's cock shooting one last rope of pre onto Phoebe's lips as a parting gift. Marcy hurriedly put her dick back into her panties, putting her belt back on, and she shifted her gaze to Phoebe. The short woman was dazed, with smeared lipstick, face covered in spit and pre. As she grabbed a handkerchief out of her purse and started to hesitantly wipe off Phoebe's face, the last beep of an announcement went off as the train doors opened to let the rest of the people off. Phoebe vaguely felt Marcy take her hand and lead her off the train, hearing something about how Marcy lives close by and she can spend the night there.
