Will and Tamara both mustered up the energy after their morning love-fest to get dressed for Will's 6th and final appointment. Will could only watch as Tamara propped herself up and jumped off of the edge of his bed. The vicious bouncing of her head-sized boobs sent Will into a trance, as it took several seconds for her chest to stop bouncing and settle into place.
Now eye level with him, Tamara planted a long and passionate kiss onto Will's lips, surprising him as the kiss lingered. Grabbing his hand, Tamara led Will to his dresser and started opening his drawers. She proceeded to start picking out his outfit for the day. Tamara grabbed a t-shirt, jeans and stopped when she got to his underwear — he had only one pair and it looked to be about the size of his t-shirt. It looked like a pair of boxers that belonged to a morbidly obese man.
"I had to give up normal boxers two weeks ago when I outgrew them all. Now these are my only pair that fits. I got it custom made." With Tamara's mouth agape, stunned at what he just said, she silently handed him his clothes as she watched the show unfold for her.
She watched Will lift his feet up and into the slots, and tug them up to the base of his grapefruit sized balls. He hoisted one ball, then the other, into the boxers. They were a tight fit — with every curve and contour of his massive sack on display. Will's boxers had special pouches down the inner thigh area for his oversized, but still flaccid, cock. Tamara was intently staring as will hoisted his cum cannon with both hands and fed it down the encasement. Will's plum-sized head reached the bottom of the cock pouch but the base of his thick monstercock and balls were exposed.
*I got these only two weeks ago and I'm already bulging out of them*
Will then started to slide his jeans on, and over his immense package. Tamara proceeded to make a naked-dash back to her dorm next door and quickly grabbed an outfit. Luckily it was very early on a Saturday and nobody was lurking in the halls. When she got back to his room, she saw Will visibly struggling to get the opening of his jeans over the crest of his nuts. After an audible grunt, he finally succeeded in the task.
"When this is done, we are going shopping. I thought I was busting out but my busting out is nothing compared to yours! Watch!" Said Tamara in a sultry but enthusiastic tone
Tamara laced up her bra and fit it over the bottoms of her boobs and nipples. It was several cup sizes too small on her. Boob flesh was bulging out of every opening, with her bra not quite covering the vast expanse of aerolas as they peeked out over the cups. "This fit me a few months ago but as you can see, I've been meaning to get new ones." Said Tamara lightly bouncing in place to try and tease her oversized crush. "I think we have a bonafide busting-out competition on our hands" replied Will.
Tamara then bent over to put her panties and jeans on. She strategically turned around so she could reciprocate the show and struggle that Will put on display for her.
Giving Will a little twerk and jiggle of her butt as she was pulling her panties up, Tamara pulled them up to her waist and let them go. The thick thong strap immediately disappeared between Tamara's cavernous ass crack that was created my her phat bubble butt. Next were the jeans. Tamara resumed her jiggling struggle, now jumping to give the fabric some momentum to pull the jeans up further — the pant legs became a tighter fit as she shimmied the jeans up her thick thighs.
Similar to what happened with Will's balls, the waistline of the jeans's ascent was roadblocked by Tamara's enormous bubble. As Tamara started to jump and tried to lift the waistband over her shelf, Will and Tamara both heard Tamara's head-sized ass cheeks thunderously clap together, as the waistband would not lift over her booty. With one last big tug, she finally lifted them over her enormous butt shelf, but still had the top of her butt oozing out over the fabric. With some more unsuccessful tugs the defeated Tamara sighed heavily, causing her rack to bounce some more. With her butt-cleave prominently on display, Tamara went back to her room to grab a baggier t-shirt to cover it.
*These jeans fit me last fall, did my ass really grow that much...*
