You walked down from your bedroom, blearily wiping the sleep out of your eyes. You weren't sure what percentage of last night was real and what part was some sort of hallucination. The weird pendant around your neck felt heavy against your chest, a reminder that yes, you did bring home a woman from the bar last night, and that yes, she was into some weird occult shit.
The rest of it...well, you were pretty drunk. Maybe she slipped you something. She had talked about "all natural virility enhancers." Maybe there was some kind of ayahuasca or shrooms that made you see stuff and fuck like a rabid bunny. It'd explain the soreness in crotch and hips.
Either way, it wasn't worth worrying too much about. She wasn't in your bed when you woke up. Your phone, wallet, and keys were all safely on your end table. Clearly--
As you neared the kitchen, you heard a heavy, fleshy slap, followed by a giggle.
"Oops! Sorry girls, still not used to you being like this."
You pinched the bridge of your nose. Her--you struggled to remember her name--still being here wasn't a huge problem. Last night was fun, and at the very least you felt like you should make her breakfast for that, even if she did drug you. It was just that you were never too good with postcoital conversation. You rounded the corner.
"Oh hey, you're awa--buh."
You froze in your tracks. Standing by your stove, straining against the largest pajama top you'd ever seen, was your one-night stand. She was staring down at her own perky, yoga-ball-sized tits, idly caressing them. She was bigger than any woman you'd seen in real life. Unless those hallucinations you thought you had last night were actually real. If so...
She looked up at you and smiled. "Oh hey! Sorry, I was gonna make us some breakfast, but well," she slapped the sides of her rack, causing it to jiggle hypnotically. You felt the blood working its way back into your sore, overworked cock. "It's hard to see what I'm doing."
"Um. Uh. L--Lara?" you ask.
She shakes her head, unperturbed. "Layla. Close, though."
"Huge?" She strolled over to the kitchen island and rested her tits on it. You could hear the wood creaking beneath their weight. "Thanks for noticing! I couldn't have done it without you."
"I was gonna say mobile."
Layla blushed a bit. "Oh. Right. They shrank a little bit overnight. The shopkeep told me that would happen."
Layla's grin came back. "Weren't you listening last night?" she asked. "Or maybe you don't remember it all too well."
You were suddenly aware of a faint pounding in your skull. "That second one, I think."
"Aww, poor boy." She stood back up and unbuttoned her top. She fished around a bit in her cleavage, plunging her arm up to her elbow in between her tits. With a little effort, she pulled out a pendant that looked like yours. "I got these at the mall a couple days ago. The shopkeep told me that my pendant right here would let me find my soul mate, and that if I gave him--you--the other one, he'd give me the body I wanted."
You look down at the humble-looking quartz pendant on your chest. "I--that can't be right," you mutter.
"Oh, so I just happened to outgrow your bed spontaneously last night?" Layla raised an eyebrow. "I suppose you have a lot of experience with climbing up a woman's tits and fucking her from behind until she fills the room and you pass out."
"I--alright, okay, you're right." You look at the pendant again, then back at Layla's pendant, then back at Layla's chest. "So...you want to be that big?"
"Not really. Miss Amaranthe--that's the woman who ran the shop--said it'd probably take a while for me to get the body I wanted."
You'd never been so hard in your life. With the last bit of blood that still could make it to your brain, you had a realization. "Wait, what was that about a soul mate?"
Layla's grin widened. "Oh. Yeah. That's you."
You nodded slowly. "Nobody's told me that before."
Layla shrugged. "Well, I've got unusual requirements for a soul mate. I like a kinda nerdy guy. One who'll help me pursue my interests. One who'll accept that my main interests are having the biggest tits anyone's ever dreamed of." She looked outside as she walked towards you. "One with a house in the country and no neighbors around for miles." She stepped in towards you, pressing her chest against you and forcing you back into the wall. "Plenty of land for me to grow on." She stepped further forward, and you felt the air rush out of your lungs. Layla laid a hand on your crotch, smiling appreciatively at her effect on you. "Enough so that when I outgrow the property, I'll be too big for anything to do anything about."
You struggled to breathe as your wriggle against Layla's colossal tits. You managed to work your way into her cleavage. Her breasts wrapped around you, imprisoning you in their warm, inescapable softness. "I--I see--"
"And I want a man who'll keep fucking me bigger until I'm finally satisfied." Layla grabbed your face and drew you into a kiss. Her lip gloss made your mouth go numb. You could feel tunnel vision overtaking you as your heart raced and your cock swelled and throbbed. "And I'll never be satisfied."
You could feel your thoughts drift away. The last one to vanish was a smug realization.
"How does that sound, lover?" She stepped back, not waiting for an answer, as she led you towards the back door. You looked around at the forest, smelling the pine and wildflowers, nearly salivating at the thought that soon all of this would be crushed beneath your soul mate's mountainous breasts.
"Good," is all you can manage to say. You break into a jog, suddenly outpacing her. She giggles as she follows behind you, breasts audibly slapping against her torso with thunderous force as she does. "I know just the place we can start."
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