Bigger Bum Overnight Novels & Stories

It was bigger than her waist, bigger than her head when she tried to tilt it back, and the skin across it had turned into a shiny map of stretch marks silver on the top, faint pink still showing where the marks were fresh. Her breasts had ballooned into two enormous, veiny balloons that hung heavy and full, constantly leaking thin, watery colostrum that soaked through every bra and shirt she owned. The plugs in her pussy and ass were no longer optional; they were just part of her wardrobe, thick black silicone that never came out anymore unless one of the men decided to take them out for fun. The sex had gotten messier, more desperate, and sometimes a little clumsier because of how big she w

"Well, then we can just go with the ten." "I know ma'am, but it's just..those ten won't be enough. I know they're good to go but what if someone with a body that just isn't slim or fat could actually pop in it? There's slim, medium slim, fat, not too fat but what if you know..I mean... someone thick? That's just what we're missing. You know, a lot more endowed? Trust me, this for certain will catch the eye of the public more. More like the male audience more." "What are you insinuating, Bet?"

He touched it and was amazed by the clothing. "You should put it on before the boss arrives with them,"Ben advised. The outfit looked terrific but small. Ben helped him out of his shirt and pants. He tried to put on the top. "Be careful or Layla will kill me for ruining the makeup." He chuckled. The outfit felt good against his skin. He put on the trousers and stood staring at his reflection against the window. Ben gaped at his sight. His narrowed waist highlighted each cut on the down piece. The upper piece hanged upon his slender body frame.

After dutifully following me on my shopping whims, I took mercy on him and suggested we go back to the B&B. Our rooms were tiny, the beds old and beautiful, with oak frames and large, soft mattresses. I could tell that Daddy was tired and was heading for a nap. I saw my opportunity. After he had changed and laid down, I came in, now in a simple loose tank top and shorts. On the surface, very mundane, but as I moved and the fabric shifted, they revealed as much as they concealed. Hints of my full breasts were exposed on the sides, my curves displayed as I moved and stretched.