Author's Note: Plot chapter this time around. This is the penultimate chapter for the story. The final chapter (?) comes out next month.
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"Everyone will see," Alisa grumbled and picked at the strained fabric around her crotch. Beside her, Bianca turned and modelled in front of a mirror, less concerned with being seen than how she was seen.
"Can't help it, babe," Bianca said. She pulled at the helm of the black dress to try and cover the bottoms of her breasts, an attempt which failed.
They stood in a small room, still housed by the church. Stale grey walls surrounded them all sides, bare save for the lone cross over the chipped door. A single bed sat tucked into a corner and squeaked at the slightest weight. Across from it, stood a single wardrobe, home to a myriad of habits and dresses in different sizes. This was the 'layover' room, where passing nuns or women in need could stay temporarily.
For one person, it provided an adequate space and turned cosy for two 'normal' people. For the two cursed teens, they struggled to move without knocking into one another. Bianca alone consumed half the area with her fantastical breasts and mountainous ass cheeks, both of which stretched her borrowed dresses - as one failed to cover her curves - to their boundaries. Swift movements elicited a slight groan from the fabric.
Alisa sat on the bed with a huff. A similar problem plagued her, though not nearly as dire as her girlfriend's predicament. One dress sufficed for the petite futa, more than enough if she was at her 'normal' size, but hints of her pale skin peeked through the black threads around her crotch. Curled around her tremendous testes, her purple head peered through her foreskin.
"What'd you think?" Bianca asked and wobbled to a stop before Alisa, stunning hips cocked expectantly.
"Amazing," the futa replied, gaze locked to her lover with a trepidatious adoration. At this size, there could be no future for them, or none that Alisa ever imagined for herself, yet she loved it. How could she not? She loved Bianca with all her being, before the curse, and now she worshipped her.
"I meant if you think we won't get arrested," Bianca said and leaned down to peck her on the forehead. Her breasts filled Alisa's lap, so soft and warm that she wanted nothing more than to sink into them.
Bianca's breasts rested at her mid-thighs when she stood. Alone, such a size would satisfy any breast enthusiast, yet her glorious mass came second to the shape. Alisa recalled them in perfect quality, having stared at the set enough that she could draw them with her eyes closed.
Their weight pulled her nipples down into a naturalistic shape, yet she remained too perky for such a description. Her breasts swelled like balloons in all directions, devouring her arms and outstripping her shoulders by entire feet. The hyper-endowed girl's nipples had grown in tandem, her areolae akin to dinner plates and her nipples resembled a pair of rigid cocks. They were ten inches each by Alisa's estimate.
"It's not far," Alisa reminded her. She tilted her head back and offered her lips. Bianca's met hers in a tender touch and drifted away too soon. "Today's the day." Alisa added under her breath.
"Let's go kick some gypsy ass," Bianca smirked. Her dark eyes twinkled in the faint light from the window, mischief and lust entangled into a glistening pool.
"We're trying to reason with her," Alisa rolled her eyes and stood. She paused, hand on Bianca for support. Cum sloshed within her balls, heavy against the organic walls and threatening to pull her forward and over, "Not beat her up."
"I know, I know," Bianca waved off her words, "Just saying, push comes to shove, I don't mind using a little force."
"Sure," Alisa thinned her eyes and shook her head. She took Bianca's hand, held it tight and savoured how warm she felt, how close she stood, how strong she appeared. What happened didn't change one of their futures. They might grow bigger than the church around them, or perhaps the city itself, but Alisa knew, on a level that she couldn't hope to explain, they wouldn't be apart.
She shuffled to stand against Bianca's mammoth mammaries and swung her arms around her neck, pulling her down, "For better or for worse, we'll be together, won't we?"
"No gypsy could get me away from you," Bianca said and closed the distance. A gentle heat blossomed across Alisa's face and seeped lower, spreading across her body, saturating it in comfort. Not lust. She grinned and parted their lips. Better safe than sorry, she thought despite the sigh that escape her.
The door creaked open behind them, "Sorry," Sister Judith peeked inside, "Hope I'm not interrupting."
"I, uh," Alisa turned from Bianca, "No. You weren't." She flushed as the nun stepped in, clean and refined as she was when Alisa first met her; habit neatly placed atop her head and long, flowing dress free of wrinkles and her kind face set into a smile. A whole separate image from the lewd sight she embodied yesterday.
"Good to hear. I doubt we have enough dresses if you two get any bigger," the sister chuckled. She has a point, Alisa thought. Aside from doors and being in public, their clothing options were restricted. Bianca's more so. Shoes and stockings, some gloves and a hat, since she refused to be seen in a poncho, and Alisa doubted any store stocked clothes designed to fit over boobs bigger than yoga balls. Much less a pair of pants that would miraculously hide her own cock.
"How's everyone doing?" Alisa asked. Her cheeks flared at the memory.
She and Bianca had undoubtedly given the monastery a grand show. No one could forget seeing a girl of five feet ramming her girlfriend, who stood over a foot taller, with a dick bigger than either of them. Or Bianca's outrageous curves. Her breasts squished into the cum-layered floor and her ass jiggled with every thrust into her cavernous pussy. Like beasts, they had rutted with another. The fact that their audience watched with rapt attention made it all the better.
Their audience had soon gotten involved. Alisa bit back a moan at the phantom sensation of tongues and hands and pussies that were once on her skin. They had gone everywhere. Half a dozen went to her balls. They hugged, kissed, massaged and licked them, behaving as long-lost lovers would. Someone had even found Alisa's pussy amongst the enormous piles of ball flesh, and another went for her untouched asshole.
Others chose to service her cock as it pulled free from Bianca's cunt. She wasn't alone in being serviced, of course. Bianca hadn't been without her own devotees. Several had swollen up again from drinking so much milk.
Neither she nor Bianca could recall how much they came.
A shudder passed through Alisa at the idea of how massive she was now. Her flaccid size did a disservice to her erection, and her balls hinted at what she could do. Her crotch alone had to weigh over a hundred pounds, yet, if not for the sheer scale, she remained oblivious. What should have required a bodybuilder's physique, she did without effort. The momentum posed an issue, one that she could handle.
"Better," Sister Judith's own cheeks deepened to a hot crimson, "Though some have, ah... they're faith has been, shall we say, changed."
"Sorry," Alisa mumbled and lowered her chin.
The nun laughed and clapped a hand on her shoulder, "Don't be, dear. They couldn't be happier."
