"So, uh, what's it like?" Rhona asked. She and Mia stood in a clothes store, one designed to cater for obese people, yet even those clothes did little to help cover the centaur, who was forced to watch out for lower-portions of the ceiling. She'd hit herself more than once in the past ten minutes alone. That didn't bother her. What did, however, was the distinct strain of her shirt. It looked painted on, doing nothing to hide her plump areolae and nipples. Let alone to prevent her jiggling.
"What?" Mia asked, pulling down a set of shirts and ponchos so large Rhona could use them as blankets, "Hmm, think they'd be a little tight," Mia said and put them back. As she raised her arm, it lifted her shirt enough to expose a hint of her breast and abdomen.
"Being so tall," Rhona clarified and tore her eyes away, focusing on their goal once more. She couldn't afford to be distracted at every turn of her head. So what if Mia had the most giant tits she'd seen, in fiction or reality, and what did it matter that she had a set of abs to die for? They were friends. End of story.
"Oh," Mia shrugged, again revealing the underbelly of her enormous, lush tit-flesh that obscured much of her belly now, almost touching where human skin met fur. It was soft to the touch, as Rhona knew from many times in the past, and comforting too. How did Mia groom herself anyway? She must need a helper sometimes.
"It's alright. I could do without the constant stares, but that's life, I guess."
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess. How tall are you now anyway?" Rhona asked.
"Dunno," Mia chuckled, "Oh, this is cute!" She pulled down a monstrous shirt with a prancing unicorn on it, sprouting rainbows and such.
"You're a little old for that, don't you think?" Rhona said.
"Never!" Mia stowed it away in her cleavage, where the rest of her 'worthy' clothes rested. Each globe of fatty tissue had to be the size of beach balls, if not greater than that. Beanbags were better comparisons, so lush and massive that Rhona could recline atop them and fall asleep, not a care in the world. Except for how turned on she would get by doing so.
"What about this?" Rhona hefted something at random. She needed a distraction, and straining her arms wide to display the top was perfect. It hid Mia from her direct view, and gave her a chance to catch her breath. Something was wrong here.
"Nah, too 'blegh'," Mia said, scrunching her face at it. Rhona put it away and went to another section, sequestering herself with her thoughts. The notion that something was different had struck seconds after Mia arrived, even before she'd turned and discovered that her friend was a definitive giant, taller than an elephant even. A smell had struck out, something rich and earthy, animalistic in the alluring, and arousing, sense. Even now, that want lingered as a simmer between her thighs.
Seeing Mia, however, made it better and worse. Better since she knew the source, but so much worse as the centaur, half-human or not, suffused Rhona's mind in wanton desires. Those nipples made her throat dry. Those tits made her stance feel uncomfortable. That face made her want to smother it in her ass.
Then she glimpsed Mia's masculinity... rather, masculinities. Her sheath bulged with two distinct shapes, while her quartet of balls sang a lurid melody as they sloshed with what Rhona assumed was barrels worth of semen. They were several feet from her now, yet, as she rustled through various clothes, the occasional gurgle sang to her ears. It was a siren's song, always luring her gaze over without fail.
Mia had her back towards her, which provided an easy view of her testicles. They were protected in dense skin, as Rhona discovered when she 'accidentally' brushed one a few minutes ago, stretched taut around them. No room for wrinkles. The skin had a strained sheen to it, one that compelled her, even from that distance, to kiss and massage them. Before mounting the two cocks Mia kept hidden and being basted with cum.
Rhona bit her lip and pinched her arm. The pain was a welcome, if short, distraction. Her pussy burned as it never had before. She'd teased herself before, even marinated in the anticipation of a past lover, until she was at the brink. Those times were incredible. Yet this, without a sensual touch or even some dirty talk, had her at a similar level.
If she gave in, the orgasms would be amazing. The kind that changed someone, chained them to the one responsible, made it so any other climax would feel second-rate, a cheap knockoff of the real thing. But that meant crossing the most dangerous line.
"You okay?" Mia asked.
Rhona jumped, dropping a tube top to the floor, "Shit, don't scare me like that." How did someone so huge move so quietly?"
"Sorry," Mia giggled, "I think I've got enough. Let's go pay, then we can look for something for you."
"Okay," Rhona said. She took the lead. Disappointment and relief warred with equal force, each fighting over the same thing; that she wasn't behind Mia. It didn't make a difference, as her scent was everywhere. Rhona looked to the other customers. Several moved in a daze, a couple had latched onto Mia as the source, while others struggled not to stare. What was Mia becoming, that she could influence such a wide area without realising it?
It didn't matter. Mia was still the same centaur she'd known since freshman year, just double the height. And sexier. Far, far sexier. Rhona gulped and took several breaths through her mouth, a mistake she soon recognised as Mia's flavour washed over her tongue. She turned and came to eye-level with Mia's fur. A sharp inhale and that taste bombarded her again.
The scent and flavour seemed to surge through her body like a virus, except it wasn't recognised as such. Her body welcomed the foreign effects with open arms, guiding it through her bloodstream and depositing them in her mind and crotch. They swapped signals, inciting the opposite to better one another. Rhona stepped from Mia's path and averted her gaze elsewhere. Another mistake.
Mia sauntered forward. No one would bat an eye under normal circumstances, as they had for years at this point. However, Mia had risen back to abnormal, as her dual cocks bobbed and swayed with the gunshots of her hooves. Rhona looked and saw the head of one peeking out, with a slight bead of glistening, translucent slime at its tip. The bead broke apart as it struck Mia's belly, creating a viscous rope between sheath and abdomen. Would anyone even notice if she stepped under her friend and licked it up?
If just smelling her was enough to taste Mia, then what would the actual flavour be like? Insanity seemed close enough a description. A gut instinct chilled Rhona's lust. Going any further than platonic flirting would be too far. There'd be no going back and, inevitably, Mia would choose someone else. Someone not nearly so clingy or toxic.
"All done," Mia announced.
"Huh? Oh, okay," Rhona said, "Let's go."
"Is everything okay?" Mia asked as they left the store, entering back onto the stage for dozens more eyes to follow the centaur. Each and every person there seemed as enamoured by her mere presence as Rhona was, despite not being so close for an extended time.
"Yeah. Yeah, obviously. Why wouldn't it be?" Rhona said.
"Sorry," Mia lowered her head, "This must be weird. And people are staring. We can go somewhere else if you'd like. There's an empty field near my place, we could make some food and have a picnic."
Rhona stumbled but caught herself, "It, uh..." she gave a nervous laugh, "It almost sounds like a date."
