Chapter 5
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Disclaimer: This story contains fetish content. It has breast expansion, sex, and alludes to non-consensual situations.
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It was only a three days ago, on Wednesday night. The couple had just eaten dinner, which had been Adam's turn to make - fish tacos. They shared chores, which meant it was Simone's turn to wash the dishes. It was only 8:30 PM, but Adam had yawned and claimed that he was going to bed early, since he'd had a hard day at work. Which was true, as he had more on his plate than normal this time of year, on top of making preparations for people to cover his work while he was away on his trip. But truthfully, he had been avoiding Simone that week, trying to reduce their exposure to each other. After brushing his teeth, he'd retired into his separate bedroom and closed the door behind him, something he only started doing this week. Just a couple more days, he had thought, We just have to make it three more days.
But later in the night, as he scrolled mindlessly on his phone, waiting to become tired enough to sleep, he suddenly heard a light knock on his door. "Adaammmmmm..." came Simone's voice from the other side of the door. He immediately bolted upright in his bed, and his eyes widened as the door slowly opened, and he took in the sight of his girlfriend standing in the light of the hallway. She was wearing lingerie. He'd never seen her in the garment before, and it just about made his brain explode.
His jaw dropped comically as he saw her in that moment. It was the kind of lingerie that he'd only ever seen in movies, a delicate thing made of pink silk, with black edges outlining the contours of her body, and a sheer frill that wrapped around her bust. As he took in the sight of her, he realized that her boobs looked bigger than usual - they had to be at least DDs, and they were bulging over the bra cups, displaying a deep line of cleavage. Simone was biting her bottom lip as she stood there, looking sexier than Adam had ever seen her. But the momentary shock at the stunning sight wore off, and the implications of what she was doing instantly made him go into panic mode.
"NO!" he shouted, scrambling out from beneath his covers. "NO, Simone! Absolutely not!" His heart pounded in his chest as he stood up and stumbled over to her, stopping short of touching her. His body automatically assumed a defensive stance, as he crouched with hands held out, as if he was approaching a wild animal.
The force in his own voice startled Adam - he'd never shouted at Simone before. But he had to put a stop to this, right away. If she started gathering sexual momentum, there would be no way to stop the explosive growth that would follow. It would end with their apartment in ruins, and likely cause injuries, including to both of them, since they were on the second floor of the building.
But despite his shouting, Simone looked completely unphased as he approached her. She smiled brightly at him, her eyes devious. It was "the look", and Adam always found it equally scary and sexy. In this moment though, it only horrified him. He had to snap her out of it, before this went too far. "Simone!" he hissed in a tight voice, and clapped his hands loudly in front of her. She blinked, and for a moment her smile faded, but it came right back as he spoke. "I said, NO! Don't do this right now. We can't be doing this here." His fists clenched tightly as he strained to get through.
"Doing what, honey?" she asked innocently. As she looked up at him with wide eyes, her breasts pulsed outward suddenly, bulging even more over the cups of her bra. A creaking noise came from the garment as it struggled to contain the additional mass. Despite himself, his eyes widened as he looked down at the motion. But he snapped his attention back to her face, furious that she was toying with him.
"This isn't a game, Simone," he growled. Her breasts bulged out further, and the bra creaked again. "Simone, stop it! We don't have the room!" Still, she smiled up at him, and released another wave of growth. The delicate garment gave up, and her boobs bounced outward, slapping against her ribcage. They now grew continuously, creeping down toward her navel, as her chest filled more of Adam's doorway. He had to get out of here, before it was too late.
"I'm leaving," he said sternly, as he angled himself to pass around her. "I'm not going to help you-" and he stopped as he bumped into her breast. She'd moved to the side to block him. As soon as his arm came into contact with her skin, she moaned loudly, and her boobs swelled outward in a surge of growth.
"MMMMMM, it feels so good when you touch them," she said sensually, leaning forward into him. Adam backed up a few steps, breaking skin contact with her, then tried to dart around her other side. She laughed as she quickly stepped to that side of the door frame, blocking his exit. Her breasts were as big as pumpkins now, and there wasn't any way he could get past her without touching her again.
Adam changed tactics, trying to appeal to her rationally. "Simone, honey, come on." he pleaded with her. "Babe, are you listening to me? We talked about this. It's just a few more days, and then you can grow all you want." But she just kept smiling at him. Smiling and growing bigger. She took a step towards him, and he took another one back. The bed wasn't very far from the door though, and he glanced backward as his foot bumped the bed frame. In that instant, Simone pounced, darting forward and mashing her chest into him, pushing him onto the bed.
"HHUUNNHHHHHH...I got tired of waiting," she groaned as her breasts ballooned outwards, already pinning his arms to the sides, and now her flesh crept up towards his chin. He struggled beneath her, but she was too heavy already. Then, to his surprise, he felt her hands working near his waist, fumbling with his pajama shorts. His crotch was right on the edge of the bed, and he couldn't move his arms down to block her as she pulled his dick out of his underwear.
To his chagrin, it was already semi-hard, and as she tightened her grip around it, he felt it engorge fully. "Come on, lover," she said as she stroked him, peering down at him over the massive swell of her growing bosom. "You know you want this."
Part of Adam did want it, unfortunately. Certainly, the reaction of his body couldn't be denied. But giving in was not an option, here. "NO, Simone. I said no." He said, leaning his head back dejectedly into the bed. There was nothing else he could really do, except to refuse to go along with it. A few seconds passed as she looked down at him, and her boobs continued to grow bigger, filling more of the bed. He could feel them starting to cover his groin area, but she kept a tight grip on his dick. "If you keep growing, you're gonna crush me," he warned, leaning his head back as her flesh reached his chin. He couldn't see her anymore, with his head in this position.
But he'd just realized something which did give him an edge: big as she was, there was no way they could have sex, in this position. The only way for him to enter her without being pushed away, or smothered, was from behind. If she truly wanted his participation in her growth fantasy, it had to be willingly given. "Babe," he said to the ceiling, as she kept growing, saying nothing. It was becoming more difficult to breathe.
The first time they'd ever had sex, she'd been on top. That was the last time he'd been buried under her boobs like this, and that was an accident. He'd jerked off to the memory of that encounter, just from how unexpected it was, how impossible and sexy her growth had been. Her embarrassment at her secret being discovered, and then the hungry look in her eyes when she realized that he was into it, that he found her growth attractive.
Part of him was enjoying this tremendously, Adam felt shamed to admit. But another part was crowing at having found a bargaining chip. Simone wanted to grow, but it had to be with him. He had to be part of it; that was the arrangement. As she silently grasped his dick, feeling it slipping away from her grip as her breasts pushed her further away from the bed, she must have realized this, too. He held onto that idea, as her tits crept further up his face. "Babe?" he asked, his mouth starting to become engulfed in flesh. "Simone?"
As his mouth became completely covered, Adam was forced to breathe through his nose for a few seconds. Eventually though, he stopped feeling her skin creeping further up his face, and she released his penis as she stood back, uncovering his head as the weight redistributed to the edge of the bed. He still couldn't see her, so he didn't know what kind of expression was on her face. "I need to grow, Adam," she said suddenly from above him.
"I know," he said softly. He knew she'd been struggling, but the audacity of her behavior proved just how desperate she was for release. "Simone, I'm sorry," he said sincerely, looking up at the ceiling. "I... I shouldn't have made you wait this long. I know that, now. But... we can't do this. Not here. Not right now."
She was silent for some time, so he kept talking. "It's just two more days, baby," he said, taking on a tone of encouragement. "By noon on Saturday, we'll be at the campground, and you can grow as big as you want." He waited for her response. But then he wondered if maybe it really wasn't possible for her to hold it in that long. Maybe she really did need release, tonight. "Listen, if you really need to do this tonight, we can find a park somewhere nearby, and we'll go there in the middle of the night," he said. "Then you can cut loose."
He felt her weight shift suddenly, and more of his upper body became free as she stood upright. Her breasts started shrinking, slowly revealing his shoulders, and then his elbows, until he was able to wiggle his arms out from underneath her. He propped himself up on his elbows to see her better. "You really mean it?" she asked, her face beaming as it became visible. "I can grow tonight?" Adam nodded, and he meant it. He'd do anything to make her feel comfortable, even if doing it in the city was riskier than he'd prefer.
"But there's a catch," he said, looking up at her seriously. "You can let them out, but I won't be having sex with you tonight." The gradual retreat of her boobs stopped, all of a sudden. Her expression grew cold as she looked down at him with disdain.
Clearly, she thought she'd get the full experience that she so desired, tonight. But he'd already decided. He would give her what she needed. But he wouldn't give her what she wanted. She had crossed a line tonight, and he wasn't going to reward her behavior. "I mean it, Simone," he said, raising his eyebrows warningly. "I'm not going to fuck you. Not until we get to the campground, like we both agreed."
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds, as she stared daggers down at him. He looked back up at her calmly, still pinned by her breasts from his waist up to his nipples. He was fine with whatever she decided, but he wasn't going to budge on his own decision to wait until Saturday. "When we get to the campground, you'll fuck me while I grow?" she asked finally, her voice sullen.
Adam's face contorted into befuddlement at the question. "Of course, babe. I've been looking forward to this for months." Truth be told, he'd been dreading it just as much as he'd been desiring it, but there was no way he was going to cancel the plan now. Simone was quiet for a while longer. Then she sighed, and he felt her breasts start shrinking again, this time quicker than before.
"Fine," she said, her voice sounding exhausted. Once her breasts shrank enough, she got up and stepped away from his bed, and Adam stood up, pulling his shorts up from around his ankles. He shook his head, unable to believe she'd jumped him like that. Simone stood there quietly, looking past Adam down at the bed, as her boobs compressed. He could hear her slowly breathing in and out through her nose, the familiar rhythm that she used for her nightly meditation.
Adam was still mad at her, but she just looked so sad in that moment, staring blankly at the bed while her dreams leaked away, deflating like her chest. He really did feel bad that she had to keep it in for so long. "Well?" he asked, crossing his arms casually. "Do you want me to drive you to a park tonight, so you can take the edge off? We can still have sex when we get to the campground."
Simone shot a look of pure rage and disgust at him that he hadn't been expecting. Adam was taken aback by the ferocity in her gaze, and he stepped back from her, his eyes wide. Sighing loudly, she turned and walked out of the room. "I can make it to the campground," she said grumpily as she pushed past him, leaving him in his bedroom alone.
Thursday and Friday passed by slowly, and the couple hardly said a word to each other. Except during meals, when they asked for the other to pass the salt, or thanked them for handing them a plate. Adam focused on his work, and on Thursday night he found himself staying in the office later than normal, telling himself he just needed to make sure some things were wrapped up, so he didn't have to scramble around on Friday. But in reality, he was avoiding being at home.
Friday night they spent packing, and the conversation became more normal, as they worked together to pack. Their odd sex life aside, they really did work well as a couple, playing off each others' strengths and covering for their weaknesses. Cooperating with minimal complaints, as partners are supposed to. It was that aspect of their relationship that Adam knew he'd miss the most, if he ever worked up the nerve to leave her.
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Adam's mind came back to the present, and he crossed his arms as he continued to watch Simone's progress in shrinking. The trees shook as the pressure against them waned, and they slowly bent back to where they'd started. Twigs, chips of tree bark, and leaves rained down from above, the debris bouncing off Simone's breasts. Some of it fell into her cleavage, but all of it gradually slid off her as her breasts got smaller and smaller.
Once they'd shrunk to each being around the size of the Land Rover behind him, Adam finally spied one of his pant legs peeking out from underneath her. He waited a little while longer, then leaned forward to grab his jeans from under her left boob. Reaching into the pocket for his keys, he turned to get some things from the car, leaving Simone still compressing behind him.
A few minutes later, and Adam had gotten two towels out, one of which he used to wipe at his crotch, which had unfortunately gotten crusty as the breeze dried it off. He knew Simone would be feeling the same gross feeling, and he handed her the other towel, which she used to wipe her behind. He'd brought a lot of towels for this trip, anticipating at least a few messes to deal with. Putting on his dirty pants, next Adam grabbed his shoes that had become uncovered, and put them on. Simone's breasts were no longer taller than she was, and she was no longer dominating so much of the campsite.
Adam made another lap around the campsite, looking at it from many different angles to get a sense of what conclusions an outsider might draw, if they came to visit. Somewhat surprisingly, he didn't think it was obvious what had occurred here. The dirt looked like something large had been laying on top of it, but that wasn't an unusual thing to see at a campsite. One might wonder at the size of the shallow depression left in the dirt, but that could be obscured by kicking some leaves around the edges, which Adam did in a few spots as he rounded the clearing.
The only thing that he thought might look suspicious was the trees. Their trunks were clearly bent, as if by a great force. In particular, 3 of the smaller ones were leaning outward from each other in a peculiar fashion. That is, if one bothered to pay attention to the shapes of tree trunks. Adam scratched his head, looking at the other trees in the woods nearby. He'd seen bent tree trunks before, so it wasn't THAT odd for 3 of them to be bent that way, was it? He tried to picture himself coming to the campsite without knowing what had occurred to cause the bending, and he didn't think he'd be able to deduce what had caused it. If anyone asked, he decided he'd tell them they had been like that when they'd arrived.
When Adam finished his circuit, he saw that Simone was now in a kneeling position, laying atop her boobs. A look of concentration was on her face as she continued her rhythmic breathing. Trying to save as much time as possible between them and the shower, he went back to the car and dug around in his bag for one of his t-shirts. Simone liked to wear his shirts after sex, as some girls did. He thought it was cute, and he'd packed extra shirts just in case. He glanced back at Simone some dozen meters away, and saw that she was almost small enough to be able to stand. Hopping in the car, he turned it on and pulled forward into the campsite, stopping a few feet from his girlfriend.
As he got out, he saw that her breasts were now only about the size of pumpkins again, and he leaned down to offer her a hand. Simone looked up and took it, still taking long slow breaths as Adam helped her to her feet. He watched her patiently as her boobs continued to shrink, their rate of deflation slowing down, the smaller they got. Her chest was filthy, completely coated with dirt, and some sap from the trees made pine needles stick to her skin in spots. That was going to require some scrubbing in the shower, he thought. Finally, as her breasts approached their usual size, Adam handed Simone his black T-shirt, which she quickly put on. She got the rest of the way dressed, and the dirty couple hopped in the car to drive to the shower.
Nearly two hours later - Simone had taken a very long shower - Adam pulled the Range Rover into the camp site again, this time to actually camp. He'd been in Boy Scouts growing up, and was well familiar with many aspects of camping. Not an expert, but enough to get by, especially in the perfect weather that awaited them this week. He felt refreshed from the shower, and Simone seemed chipper as well, which made Adam happy.
They'd achieved the goal they'd set out for when planning this trip. It hadn't gone perfectly smoothly, but now Simone had experienced her much-needed release, and they could act like a normal couple again, for a time. As Adam found a decent spot and started setting up the tent, he pondered what kind of conversations he might be able to get away with having, while they were out here. Despite her reaction to his suggestion that they try some different forms of intimacy with each other, he felt like she'd been softening to the idea towards the end, there. If he could get her to try one new activity, then maybe she'd be amenable to trying something else. So, I'll start small, then, he thought, as he laid out the poles for the tent.
Simone, having taken a few things out of the car, placed them on a picnic table which was on one side of the campsite. Then, finding nothing much else to do, she walked over to help Adam set the tent up. He appreciated the help - it was a decently-sized tent, meant to fit 6 people. Adam had bought the tent in college, when he'd gone camping with a few friends, and was glad to still have it.
He and Simone worked together efficiently to erect the tent, communicating to determine which piece went where, holding one part of the tent up while another fastened a loop, just the normal things a healthy couple can do together. Outside of their brief times of intimacy after coitus, Adam thought this was what he liked most about being with Simone. She was reasonable, pragmatic, and helpful - he hadn't needed to ask her for help setting the tent up; she just helped because it was efficient. This was how they worked together on most life activities, from things like planning where to live, to sharing household chores, to attending events.
They truly made a great team. It was the part of Simone that Adam had fallen for in the first place. Starting when they met, he'd found that working with her and conversing with her had just felt so easy, so natural. The difference in her personality from only a few hours ago, when the only thing on her mind had been growth, was noticeable. She smiled as she chatted with him about the tent, asked about his last camping trip, and other mundane topics. And unlike before, her smile didn't look predatory, or hungry. "The look" had receded from her eyes, and she just seemed so... normal, right now.
It had always been like this, since the first time he and Simone had sex. Her personality alternating between perfectly pleasant, and completely insane. The dramatic swings had been less noticeable when they'd first met, and were having sex more frequently. Now, with such large gaps between intimate times, Adam felt like he was getting "Normal Simone" more often, which was nice. But on the other hand, "Crazy Simone" just got more unhinged every time she appeared.
Adam struggled to find a way to deal with the situation. So far, he'd been successfully extending the gaps between lovemaking sessions, but it hadn't really solved the problem. It just provided longer periods of time when he could lie to himself. The crux of the issue was communication barrier that Simone had erected around the topic of sex, he'd realized. When she was in sex-mode, it was impossible to speak to her normally. But Normal Simone, the one who could think rationally about the topic, refused to have the discussion. Or, as he'd discovered, the topic of sex itself was enough to bring out her crazy side.
Adam had thought long and hard about how to get through the communication blackout around this most sensitive of topics, and it was ultimately what had led him to plan this camping trip. If I could just have time with her. Time alone, with no distractions, and nothing to damage if she loses control. He figured that in the aftermath of them making love, there would be a short window - a few days, he hoped, where she would be sexually satiated enough that he could talk about sex with her rational side, without triggering her libido too much.
This trip was his shot at getting through to her, but he knew it was a delicate tightrope he had to walk. If he was too forceful, she'd quickly shut him down, and their relationship would return to the status quo. No, he thought to himself. The status quo doesn't work. We can't keep this up. If something doesn't change, then... I have to find a way to leave her. That thought resurfaced in Adam's brain as he and Simone finished setting up the tent, and steeled his resolve. This week, he had to do something to fix the situation. Otherwise, the best thing for both of them would be to break up. Pretending things could keep working was no longer an option.
But how to start the ball rolling? That was the question. Start small, he thought, as he tapped in the final stake into the ground, and stood to admire the completed tent. Simone had already gone over to the car to start moving bags and other personal items into the tent. Time to take the first gamble, he thought, as he went over to help. "So, honey..." he said casually, following her through the tent flap as she bent down to deposit the first set of bags. She looked at him, pushing her hair over her ear as she stood up straight. "Can we talk about what I mentioned before?" he asked.
"What about it?" Simone asked nonchalantly.
"Well, I know we took two separate air mattresses," said Adam. "And I was thinking - I wanted to ask," he said carefully, "would you consider sleeping in the same bed, tonight?" When planning the trip, taking two air mattresses had seemed a natural choice. It would just be continuing with their normal protocol of sleeping separately. The tent was big enough for two mattresses, that way they could avoid touching each other during the night. But Adam had been planning to ask Simone to consider sleeping together, instead. Surely she wouldn't have sex on her mind tonight, which he figured gave her a better chance of just being able to snuggle like a normal person. And being in the woods made it less risky if things went south.
She stood with her hands on her hips, considering his request. "Okay," she said finally. "But no funny business," she admonished, wagging her finger at him. "Not unless you want to bust the tent," she said with a smile. The thrill of excitement that Adam felt for his small victory was immediately tempered when he saw that smile. She was joking, sure, but what she said was still true. He'd gotten what he wanted, but it was still a dangerous game he'd be playing by crawling into bed with her.
He decided to play into her exaggerated warning anyways, standing up perfectly straight and giving a tight military-style salute. "Yes ma'am," he said dutifully. "No funny business from me."
She chuckled, and they continued to unpack things from the car. In truth, he planned to be wary in case she tried any funny business. If worse came to worst, he could sleep in the car.
Once they had fully unpacked, Adam made a fire, while Simone prepared a simple dinner of rice & beans on the camp stove they'd bought. With the fire going, they also cooked some sausages on skewers, and ate sitting around the fire on their collapsible camp chairs. They didn't talk much, which suited Adam fine. Both of them mostly just stared at the fire until the sun went down. At one point, Adam announced that he planned to go to bed early, which Simone agreed was a good idea, since they were both exhausted. They stayed around the fire until the coals got low, then both made a last trip to the bathroom in the car, before getting ready for bed.
Adam doused the fire, then did one final lap around the campsite to clean up any trash or food that might have been left behind, and put the trash bag in the back of the car to avoid attracting animals. Simone was already in her pajamas - a tank top and shorts. The tent was nice and big, and especially roomy thanks to there only being one mattress. Adam looked at the bed with equal parts trepidation and excitement. He would finally get to be close to her tonight, for the first time in a long time, without worrying about the consequences. He hoped. But would she be able to control herself? Was he making the situation worse by trying to do this? He didn't know. Part of him, the rational part, was screaming at him to just run away. Get away from her, she's crazy. Just get in the car and drive the hell away. Leave her in the woods.
Crouching down to dig in his duffel bag in the corner of the tent, he managed to turn his back to Simone so he wouldn't have to explain the smile that crept unbidden onto his face, when he thought about just driving away. The audacity of the thought almost made him burst out laughing. It simply wasn't an option, even though he knew that it would probably work out better in the long run for everyone, if he did something so brazen. She'd never be able to forgive him, surely, which would give him an out. Maybe if they weren't together, then she could find a way to get treatment for her growth condition, before she destroyed something important.
Obviously, the fantasy that flashed through his mind wasn't possible; he knew that the instant it came to him. He cared about her too much to hurt her like that. Hurting her is inevitable. I should have left a long time ago, he thought grimly as he finished putting on his pajamas, and turned back towards Simone to place his own sleeping bag next to hers on the air mattress.
At least being in sleeping bags meant they wouldn't be touching each other's skin during the night. It reduced the risk of Simone getting activated. But it also defeated the purpose of what he'd hoped to achieve by sleeping in the same bed. He wanted to be close to her. He wanted to cuddle, he wanted to spoon her, like they were a normal couple. But we're not, he thought, as he crawled into his sleeping bag, his weight making the air mattress bounce.
The couple quietly rearranged themselves into their individual sleeping bags as they got comfortable next to each other. In truth, sleeping on an air mattress sucked, a fact that Adam had managed to forget from his past camping trips. Sure, it was better than sleeping on the ground, or any sort of foam pad. But it was a far cry from one's own bed. Adam's face lit up as his hand came out of the sleeping bag, holding his smartphone to his face. But he had no bars. There was nothing to entertain him before bed, another disadvantage. Shit. This kinda sucks, actually, he thought as he put his phone away, and snuggled himself into his sleeping bag, his back to Simone.
"So what are we doing tomorrow?" she said behind him, once he was settled in.
Adam thought for a moment before responding, "Well... we talked about going hiking; how about we ask the office to give us a recommendation for a good trail nearby?"
Simone was silent for a while. "Okay," she said softly. The two were silent for another few minutes. Then, she asked, "what are we doing the rest of the week?"
In that instant, Adam felt a slight shock akin to vertigo, as he looked ahead to the rest of the time they'd be spending here. And saw a vast empty schedule in front of them. He hadn't really thought ahead to this part. His main concern had just been getting to the campground. Oh, they'd made a few plans, brought some activities - board games, card games, a cornhole set which he'd never used before. And they had discussed going hiking this week. But while both of them were in good shape, neither were experienced hikers, and it wasn't like they'd be able to do it every day. Neither of them would enjoy that, and Simone would say no if he suggested it.
Shit, he thought, as he realized what that meant. What were they supposed to do all day? Just hang around the camp? That, Adam knew, was a bad idea. Idle hands were the devil's playthings, after all, and if Simone wasn't sufficiently distracted, then she'd probably want to have sex.
Stalling for time, Adam faked a yawn. "I don't know," he said. "I'm sure there's loads of stuff to do around the area. Maybe the office will have some suggestions." He hoped they had some good ones. He yawned again, this time for real. "I'm gonna go to bed. Good night, honey." In truth, he didn't think sleep would be coming right away. He was exhausted, but his mind was full of worries about how this week would go.
"Good night," Simone replied, as Adam reached over and turned off the lantern he'd brought into the tent. Next to him, Simone shifted on the bed so she laid on her back, and after a few seconds, Adam began to hear her deliberate slow breaths as she performed the rhythmic breathing exercise she did every night. Slow breaths, in and out, so she could focus her mind, in order to sleep without her breasts growing.
Adam felt each breath shift the air mattress slightly. It brought him back to the earlier parts of their relationship, when they'd regularly sleep in the same bed. He'd been perplexed the first time he'd seen her doing it, which had been shortly after the first time they'd had sex. Now, when they went into their separate bedrooms in the apartment they shared, Adam often found himself longing to hear her rhythmic breathing at night.
Staring at the wall of tent, he listened to Simone, as well as the sounds of crickets chirping outside their tent. He thought about how much he missed those early days, when it had been easier for them to have sex. Back then, Simone's size had been more manageable, and her rate of growth slower. Her bust only - only! grew a few feet in circumference every time they fucked.
Even still, the cumulative effect of their sexual encounters quickly added up, and Simone soon outgrew Adam's dorm room. Up until that point, they had slept in the same bed at least a few times a week. But the last time that Adam had been willing to take that risk was more than 2 years ago, when they were in senior year of college.
To be continued...