Shining rays of late morning sunlight cast a radiant glow onto Melanie's sleeping form. It was a Sunday, and with no urgent responsibilities before her today, she allowed herself time to wake slowly and luxuriously. She stretched herself out and smiled as she greeted the new day.
She hopped out of bed, still yawning, and stood before a full-length mirror in one corner of her room. Catching her own reflection, she frowned at the knotted tangles in her long dark hair and grabbed her brush to smooth them out. She had long enjoyed an effortless kind of beauty, even without her makeup in these first moments after waking. Although she was of average height, she was slender, toned, and proud of her body.
Her most noticeable features were straining forcefully against her overtaxed pajama top. Her breasts were immense, hanging below her navel and projecting forwards beyond her outstretched elbows. She loved them as a powerful expression of her femininity, despite their occasional burden and the lustful glances from other girls around town. As huge as they were, lately she'd found herself wondering how sexy she might feel with an even larger chest.
Her huge nipples were making themselves known this morning in their own special way, tenting great peaks into the front of her pajama top. Her teats had always been extremely long and very prominent, and she took a moment to marvel in loving admiration as they throbbed and grew in her tight top.
They could get long and hard enough to thrust a protrusion longer than her finger into almost any covering. She'd often wear extra tight tops that showed them off to their fullest, knowing that her teats were quite noticeable even while flaccid. Most of her tops seemed only to emphasize her huge nipples, which she always ensured were well-presented before leaving home.
She thought her nipples to be glorious, the centerpiece of her love for her breasts, and they often featured prominently in her hands and mouth when she demonstrated her affection. She happily promised herself that this Sunday morning would be no exception.
She squirmed for a moment at the rough sensation of her huge teats fighting against her tight top for more room to expand. Her thick nubs were still getting longer, spreading the fabric in her shirt nearly to its limit as they thrust powerfully against the constricting pressure. Her breath caught in her throat, her overextended shirt teetering near its breaking point around her nipples, rendering in her mind a restrained yet gloriously erotic flush that had her feeling especially hot.
She put one hand on her panty-covered mound, feeling its burning heat and briefly considering making this old pajama top the latest to be torn asunder by her powerful nipples. Grinning, she gave her huge right teat a gentle flick through her shirt, biting her lip from the amazing sensation.
Pressing her arms together on either side of her chest, she squeezed slowly inwards and smiled as the gentle pressure caused her breasts to swell and surge outwards in all directions. A sudden short ripping sound alerted her that this gesture had been almost too much for her overstretched top, as several large holes under her arms had torn open to reveal the smooth skin and generous swell of her huge bosom.
She released her chest and extended both arms forward, gently grasping a nipple in each hand through her shirt. She wrapped her fingers around their turgid lengths, then closed her eyes and held perfectly still. She smiled as her massive nipples throbbed urgently in her hands. They expanded insistently against her fingers, swelling ever thicker.
She couldn't help but chuckle, reveling in her many delightful experiences of being so hugely busty. Her sensitive breasts would have to wait, though, as her next thought was to get to the bathroom before her roommate and enjoy a long shower.
She had been living with Katrina for only two days and was still adjusting to sharing a small apartment with someone else. Originally she intended to find a roommate to assist with the rent and expenses, but never had she expected to meet a girl like Kat.
Before their first meeting, Mel had been digging through her dresser for one of her favorite shirts, hoping it would help her make a good first impression. Tugging it over her shoulders and stretching it tightly around her breasts, she idly wondered if she had grown since she wore it last. Her huge flaccid nipples made extremely large protrusions in the snug fabric, making her beam with pride. After a moment of consideration though, her courage faltered, and she grabbed a large hoodie before strolling out the door.
They met for the first time in a coffee shop near her apartment. Mel sat in a corner booth, wearing her oversized hoodie with the front unzipped, and tried not to draw any attention to herself. She was used to other women around town staring lustfully at her huge breasts, and while it was flattering, and sometimes even desirable, she was hoping to conduct her roommate interview in relative peace.
She had taken her eyes off the door, glancing down at her shirt to ensure her big soft nipples were still prominently displayed. Staring at her own teats in admiration, she briefly lost track of time until she felt a presence sliding into the booth next to her. It was a girl, tall, slender, and stunningly beautiful, smiling and brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ear. She extended a hand, looking at Mel expectantly.
"Hi! I'm Katrina, but everyone calls me Kat. You must be Melanie. I love your retro shirt!" she gushed, grinning broadly.
Mel glanced down at her own shirt, visible through her open hoodie. It was a simple design celebrating an old cartoon, the artwork nearly unrecognizable as the fabric stretched around her ponderous breasts. She realized at once that her nipples had started to harden, betraying her reaction by tenting obscenely against her shirt.
They extended to nearly their full lengths in record time, casting peaks longer than her palm as they thrust against her tight shirt. The artwork around her throbbing teats became nearly transparent, the fabric quickly stretching near its breaking point, and Mel feared she was about to tear through her shirt in front of this pretty girl.
She hunched over to cover herself, worried that Kat might have seen her obvious arousal, and accidentally dragged both hard nipples against the edge of the table. A mistake, as it left her whimpering softly and grasping for the sides of her open hoodie to wrap it closed around her huge chest. The best she could do was stammer out a reply as she felt her nipples burning.
"H-hi, yes, I'm M-Mel," she said, blushing as she grasped the outstretched hand of the beautiful creature next to her.
Kat leaned in close, wrapping her arms around Mel's shoulders and giving her a friendly hug from the side. Their cheeks pressed together and Mel flushed red, feeling her nipples stretching even longer.
Mel felt a strange kinship with Kat, despite having just met her, and lowering her eyes in embarrassment from their sudden embrace, she at once realized why. Her vision was filled by the vast expanse of Kat's t-shirt, straining against the blonde girl's impossibly huge chest.
Kat's enormous breasts completely filled the space between her seat and the booth's sturdy table. Even that wasn't nearly enough room, Mel marveled, as Kat's chest extended far forwards above and below the table, rising upwards to the point where Kat's chin rubbed deliciously against the tops of her exposed cleavage.
"Hi there, M-Melanie," Kat smiled, playfully imitating Mel's nervous stammer and politely ignoring Mel gazing openly at her chest. She was clearly used to the attention, allowing her new acquaintance a long moment to admire her expansive bosom. After a time, she softly cleared her throat and Mel flushed red, realizing she'd been caught staring.
Kat laughed, reaching up and around her massive right breast to ever-so-slowly brush Mel's long brown hair behind her ear.
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but you're cute when you blush like that," Kat grinned.
Mel was burning from embarrassment and hunched forward, again banging both of her huge nipples against the table. She bit her lip from the sensation and hoped that Kat didn't notice.
As she raised her eyes, she was distracted by a curious damp patch in the front of Kat's massively overstuffed t-shirt. Instinctively she reached for her coffee cup on the table, sliding it away from Kat's stupendous breasts, and found herself apologizing.
"I'm so sorry Kat! Did I spill some coffee on you?" she frowned.
A flash of concern clouded Kat's beautiful features and she leaned forward, peering over the great curve of her chest. A moment later, she threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh, it's just a little breast milk! I guess I hugged you too tightly," she smiled, seeming not to notice the table squeezing her enormous chest.
Mel was suddenly thankful for the heavy fabric of her hoodie, which helped obscure her hard nipples as they stretched even longer at the mention of Kat's milk. She could feel the intense heat of Kat's enormous breasts next to her, even through several layers of their combined clothing.
She didn't remember much else from that first meeting, having spent most of it staring at the slowly spreading wet spots on Kat's overstuffed shirt. Kat politely indulged her, carrying most of their conversation, and they found themselves becoming fast friends.
