Bigger Bum Overnight Novels & Stories

Just a girl from a one-night stand. Shoving the thoughts aside, I rushed through the rest of my tasks, signed out, and headed home. At Vanessa’s apartment, the sight of Sara curled up on the couch with her bunny eased something in me. She was already fast asleep, cheeks pressed to the toy, breathing steady and small. I gathered her carefully into my arms, her warmth seeping into me, grounding me in a way nothing else could. I carried her upstairs, laid her in bed, kissed her forehead, and stayed a moment before slipping back out.

As the second went by, I couldn't control the racing sensation in my chest. My fingers followed the ridges of his abdomen as I traced a path across his torso with them until I reached the hemline of his bathing suit bottoms. I hooked the tip of my index finger under the elastic band, and then I pulled downward on it, which caused his semi-hard cock to become visible to me. The first thing that struck me was how big it was. significantly larger than mine. I couldn't help but wonder if that would have any impact on how things turned out tonight.

She was still unconscious. I sat beside her and watched her again. Even watching her unconscious body brought me unimaginable joy and excitement. It was being beyond creepy. Sighing, I got out and brought the first aid kit box. Gently taking her both wrists, I applied some soothing ointment on them. That's when I also noticed that Kayla gained a little weight. Her thighs, hips and boobs got a bit bigger. The little weight suited her perfectly, it made her body look sexier.

Good thing I'm not a size queen. I blushed beet red in humiliation. Bart pushed me back onto the bed and slowly stripped his clothes off. He was huge everywhere. His arms and legs, his chest. His hard chest and stomach were covered in thick hair. He had a large tattoo depicting an eagle with an American flag covering his right upper arm. His nearly 6" erect cock stood up at a 45-degree angle and curved upwards and was an average thickness. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin was retracted behind a big mushroom head. I thought it would have been bigger, but it was nice. "Come here, boy," he growled. "On your knees, cocksucker."

I stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of the room. My stomach was round and soft. There were stretch marks on my waist and thighs, white lines like scratch marks that never went away. My arms were big and saggy when I lifted them. My breasts were actually large, but they were already loose and disproportionate to my body, which was also large. I turned my body, looking at my reflection from the side. My butt was wide and flat. No beautiful curves like the women in magazines. No slim waist that drove men crazy. But Adrian said he liked my body.

My mom didn’t have a normal mom bod,she had huge milk jugs and a beautiful curves,and when she was home after her boyfriends left or when she wasn’t sleeping,she would be roaming the house with booty shorts and a transparent cropped Shirt. I was in the sitting room one evening watching Tv when she walked in wearing Just a small bra top which was barely holding up her huge boobs and underwear, her camel tor on full display. I could feel,my dick growing in my pants so I moved my focus to the TV trying to focus but when I turned my head towards her direction again,my dick hardened instantly. Her pink nipple had slipped out of her bra top,the peek swollen and I found myself wanting to suck on th

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.