Chapter 7

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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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Handing Simone her panties, Adam collected the rest of the clothes and ran them upstairs to his room while she finished her work. By the time he came back downstairs, she was standing upright again, and as he came around behind her shoulder, he saw that her boobs were only as big as her head, now. When he looked down at them, though, they weren't getting any smaller. She had her hands on her hips as she looked down at her chest, and she was quietly performing her usual breathing exercise. They weren't getting any smaller, though.

"Hmmph," Simone grunted as she turned around, apparently giving up on shrinking any further. She started for the hallways, but as she passed Adam, she hugged him, her larger-than-normal boobs mashing against his chest. "I got so big tonight, babe." She said drunkenly as she embraced him, and he suddenly felt her breasts grow some more.

"I know, babe, it was super hot," he said, quickly moving her away from him with his arms. "But it's time to take a shower and get to bed, now." She tried to lean into him again, raising her lips for a kiss, but he dodged her deftly, able to take advantage of her poor coordination from being drunk. He turned the movement into a little dance, and Simone allowed herself to be spun around in a little twirl, as he ended the maneuver with her pointing in the direction of the stairs, and gently guided her forward.

She stumbled on a few steps on the way up the stairs, partially due to being inebriated, and also because of the additional weight she was carrying. But Adam managed to get her to the bathroom. He even got the hot water running for her, and helped her step in. "Mmmm, take a shower with me?" she asked drunkenly, as the water splashed her face.

"No thanks, babe. But I'll be right outside the door if you need anything," he said as she stepped away slowly. He planned to monitor her from the hallway, as he was worried about her slipping and falling, in this state. It was kind of endearing, to see her this vulnerable. He just wished he didn't have to worry about the consequences for his residence, when she was like this. Closing the bathroom door, he slid against it as he slowly sat down on the ground, and closed his eyes. Every time they fucked, Simone got bigger, and every time they finished, Adam always told himself something had to change. She was getting too big. And she wasn't going to stop, unless he did something. God help me, I can't stop, either.

Tonight wasn't supposed to have happened. They'd told each other a month ago that they wouldn't have sex again until Christmas break. It was only Thanksgiving, and Simone had broken the bargain. Part of him was mad at her. She'd seduced him. Coming in wearing that outfit, it had been obvious that she had intended to fuck him tonight. He wondered whether she'd decided to do this before or after she went to the bar with her friends. But part of him said that it wasn't her fault. He'd touched her, first. He should have had better self control. I should have been stronger, he thought. I should have told her, 'No.'

But for the life of him, he couldn't imagine being able to summon the willpower to deny her, the way she was tonight. Sexier than he'd ever seen her, and tipsy besides. Bold and cunning and beautiful, and her boobs grew bigger. She was his dream woman, and he couldn't say no to her.

Pathetic, he said to himself, cursing his weakness. But as he leaned against the door, he also couldn't get the image out of his head, of her expression when she'd revealed that she knew about his roommates being gone for the weekend. And then how her boobs began to grow. In spite of himself, he felt his dick pulse slightly in his underwear at the memory. That one he'd hold onto, for the long months until the next time they fucked.

His cock stirring in his underwear reminded him of the stickiness that had leaked into the fabric, and that he still needed to take his own shower. Simone had been in there for a few minutes, so he checked on her. "Babe? How you doing in there?" he spoke up through the door.

"I'm fiiinne" came the lazy response from the shower. He didn't tell her to hurry up, but he wished she would.

Some more minutes passed, with Adam silently contemplating how to fix Simone. Wondering if she could even be fixed. This is crazy, he thought, I have to get away from her. His tiredness briefly vanished, and his eyes widened at the sudden thought that had come out of nowhere. He loved Simone, how could he ever leave her? He couldn't imagine life without her.

But this was starting to get dangerous. She just needs more space, he thought, again racking his brain to think of suitable locations for their next tryst. The tennis courts? Too close to the parking lot, he thought. He'd considered that before, and discarded the thought for the same reason. It had to be outside somewhere, that was the only place he could be sure they wouldn't damage anything.

Suddenly Adam realized that his butt felt wet. He felt behind him, and realized that water was coming out from under the bathroom door. "Simone?" he asked loudly as he sprang to his feet, throwing open the bathroom door to find a large puddle on the floor, leading to the shower.

Simone's breasts had grown much bigger, the size of yoga balls, and she was leaning against them into the front of the shower, letting the water run down her back. Some of it was running down the swollen sides of her left boob though, as now it extended far past the edge of the bathtub. Simone was casually rinsing her hair, seemingly oblivious to the size of her boobs, or the mess she was making. "Simone, hey!" Adam yelled, as he stepped forward and reached into the shower to turn the water off. Simone opened her eyes lazily and smiled at him, her eyes glazed over.

"Hey, babe," she said slowly, standing up straighter as she looked forward, and looked at her chest. "Oh, wow, I got big again," she slurred. "Isn't that funny, babe?" she said as she leaned into her cleavage. Adam forced a smile as she watched him with one eye, slowly rubbing her left breast.

"Yeah, it's pretty funny," he said, "Can you make them small again, though? You're using up all the hot water, and I wanna take a shower too."

She laughed, and twisted back and forth against the wall slowly, her boobs squeaking against the edge of the shower. It actually was kind of funny to look at. In spite of his annoyance, Adam felt a smile creep onto his face. "You should have just showered with me," she said as she rocked back and forth against her boobs, emitting more squeaks.

Adam couldn't help but chuckle this time. "Honey, I wouldn't fit," he chastised. This was getting ridiculous. How late was it, now? He just wanted to go to sleep.

"Nnnnngh, whatever," Simone complained, then she closed her eyes and got to work on shrinking her boobs again. She didn't wait for them to deflate fully before stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel, continuing her rhythmic breathing as she stumbled out into the hallway, drying herself off.

Adam darted into the shower and scrubbed himself down as quickly as possible. He didn't want Simone to get into any trouble in his bedroom without him there. She'd better not try to cause trouble WITH me there, either, he thought grumpily. He planned to shut her down sternly if she tried to initiate again. She was surely too big to fit in his room anymore, even if he moved everything into the closet again. And right now, his room was in its normal state. His computer desk was in the corner by the window, and he had a large dresser opposite the bed against the wall, which was still on the ground - Adam hadn't gotten around to reassembling the frame.

While he rinsed, Adam wondered if he should just sleep on the couch, instead. But then what if she grows in her sleep? he thought. She didn't seem to be fully in control of herself, in her drunken state. He would have to keep running up the stairs and checking on her. Shit, he thought. This is gonna be a long night. He finished cleaning himself and turned off the shower, then grabbed his towel from the hook. As he stepped out, he remembered that the bathroom floor was soaking wet, and the water had been leaking out into the hallway carpet. Scoffing as he dried himself off, he grabbed another towel from the rack above the toilet, and tossed it on the wet spot.

Once Adam was dry, he walked down the hall into his bedroom, hearing the loud whirr of Simone's portable hair dryer going. She hadn't fully moved into his room, but she kept some of her clothes and other belongings like the hair dryer, here. She was in her pajamas, lazily fluffing her hair against the hot exhaust of the dryer. Her eyes met Adam's as he entered the room, and she smiled sleepily. He smiled back at her, then started getting ready for bed.

While he waited for her to finish drying her hair, he went back downstairs to get them both big glasses of water - mostly for Simone, to help stave off a hangover. While downstairs, he cleaned up a few more things that were out of place, and grabbed Simone's denim jacket that she'd left on the couch. Turning off all the lights and locking the front door, he returned upstairs. The sound of the hair dryer switched off as he came in and handed Simone her water, which she gratefully took a big gulp from. Then the couple quietly got into bed, crawling onto the low mattress that sat atop the box spring on the floor.

Adam wiggled into his usual position with his back against the wall, with Simone laying on the edge of the bed. As she got in, Adam realized that her breasts were still somewhat large - they looked like DD-cups, perhaps. "Babe," he whispered as she got comfortable next to him, laying on her back to prepare her breathing exercises. "Your boobs didn't go all the way down," he said.

She sighed, and shot an accusing look down at her chest. "Yeah, I know," she said, sounding annoyed. "I guess they're just misbehaving, tonight," she said as she glanced over at Adam in the dark. He couldn't see her very well, but he knew she was smiling.

"Aren't we all," he replied softly, then turned onto his back to let her concentrate. Her rhythmic breathing started up, and Adam yawned as he finally felt himself start to relax, a bit. He didn't even know what time it was, but he knew he wasn't going to get nearly enough sleep tonight. He made a mental note to go to bed early tomorrow. Monday's big exam really did weigh heavily on him, and the bulk of his studying effort would be Sunday afternoon. He needed to be well-rested for Sunday so he could properly focus.

Simone's breathing gradually slowed down, and when Adam looked over at her chest, he saw that it was smaller, finally having reached her usual size. More tension left his body, and as Simone finished her exercise and repositioned herself to spoon against him, he lazily turned to the side and flopped his arm over her waist. Even the burnt smell that lingered in her hair from the dryer's heat wasn't enough to interrupt his slow descent into sleep. Soon, he was pulled into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Hours passed uneventfully. Then, some time in the early hours of the morning, Adam readjusted his position, and was jarred half-awake by his elbow bumping the wall behind him. He almost fell right back asleep, but he suddenly realized that Simone's hand and his were positioned awkwardly around her waist, as if something was in the way of their normal spot. Something warm.

His eyes fluttered open, and in the dim light coming in from the pre-dawn sky, he saw a wall of flesh in front of him. He blinked a few times as it came into focus, and then the realization kicked in. Simone's breasts were growing again. They had somehow shredded her t-shirt without either of them noticing, and plunged off the side of the bed, growing into his dresser against the far wall.

"Simone, hey." he said softly, shaking her shoulder from behind. She didn't notice, continuing to softly snore into her breasts. She was completely out cold. Her boobs rapidly swelled onto Adam's floor, pushing against the dresser and forcing Adam to scoot back a little more. His butt bumped against the wall behind him.

"Simone." he said in a louder voice, and shook her harder. She groaned in her sleep, but stayed under. "Honey, come on, wake up," Adam said, propping his arm up on his elbow so he could see her face. He used the additional leverage he had to shake her shoulder violently, shouting "Simone!"

He watched as her eyes fluttered underneath her eyelids, but they didn't open. "Adam...?" she murmured groggily. Still, her boobs kept growing. Adam was running out of room to move, as Simone's left breast now was pushing past her shoulder, on its way to hit the other wall. "Adam, I'm so BIG," Simone continued to mumble, her voice starting to become muffled within her boobs.

Adam needed to act, before they both got trapped. "SIMONE! WAKE UP!" He shouted, bouncing himself vigorously on the bed with what little space he had remaining. She just kept growing, and he smacked his palm against her tit with what little free room he had left, as he felt himself being pinned against the wall.

Panicking now, he desperately shimmied himself down against the bed, earning himself a few more inches of space, so he could get closer to Simone's head. She was almost completely enveloped by her tits, and Adam couldn't tell if it was just his imagination, but in the dim early light, it looked like she was smiling as she murmured into her boobs.

Taking a deep breath, Adam shouted "HEY! SIMONE! WAKE UP!" directly in her ear. This time, he saw her eye flutter open, and look around wildly for a few seconds. But still her breasts kept growing, until he couldn't even see her face anymore as it was completely engulfed. He was pushed back farther against the wall, his face squishing into the corner as he desperately used his arms to make a pocket for himself to breathe. The pressure continued to slowly increase. He tried shouting again, but his words were only absorbed by Simone's breasts. He wondered if this was really how he would die, as the narrow gap above his head closed completely.

Then suddenly, the growth stopped. Completely pinned by her boobs, he could only wait until she compressed herself. For several seconds he just breathed slowly, and waited, until eventually he felt the wall start receding.

He had nothing to do but wonder how close they just came to suffocating, while he waited for her breasts to sink back down. What would have happened if she hadn't woken up? he thought incredulously. The fact that she'd gotten drunk tonight had clearly led to this, and Adam had several choice words that he planned to say to her, when he could. For now, he didn't say anything at all. He knew this took concentration for her, and he didn't want to interrupt her. To his amazement, as soon as his crotch became uncovered, and blood could flow to the area properly, he found that he had a rock hard erection.

Really, man? he thought to himself. He'd almost died, and yet he still couldn't help but be aroused. He made sure to position his dick so it wouldn't poke Simone at all, and he rotated his torso as she receded away from him, so that his rod wouldn't touch her. He didn't want to know that he was turned on, or she might just flip herself over and ask him to continue. Eventually he had enough space to fully move around on the bed without touching Simone, so he stood up carefully and walked to the bathroom, before she could spy his hard-on in his shorts.

In the bathroom, he worked to calm himself down. He was furious with Simone, and with himself. He looked down accusingly at his hard dick poking into his gym shorts, and lightly slapped it out of frustration. His attraction to her was just as dangerous as Simone herself. Tonight proved it - she was out of control, and he was enabling her. I should leave her, he thought. But he couldn't do that. He loved her. And they made such good friends, and partners. He didn't want to throw that all away. He just wanted her not to cause unnecessary risks, like tonight.

That does it, he realized. I'm taking away her key to my place. He would enact a more strict separation between them, at least until graduation. They both were good students, and it was too dangerous for them to put their diplomas in jeopardy with dumb stunts like this. He seized onto that as his line of reasoning; it was something that she wouldn't be able to argue with. She was smart, and she cared about graduating, too. She would agree to keep things casual between them until graduation. After that... after that, we'll figure out a way to make this work, he thought. He was determined to find a way to balance their lives, somehow.

Thinking out his arguments had helped him calm down enough that the blood flow reduced to his cock, allowing him to return to the bedroom. Simone was laying on her back, now. There was enough light in the room for him to see her clearly now. Her eyes were closed as she performed her breathing exercises, and her boobs were now only about as big as basketballs, resting on her chest with her arms wrapped around them.

Her eyes opened as he walked in, and her face immediately dropped, eyebrows arched apologetically. "I'm really sorry, babe," she said, between breaths. Her hands resting on her nipples, almost seeming to be pushing her tits back into her own chest. "I'm so embarrassed. This hasn't happened to me since high school. Are you okay?" she asked, looking up at him with concern.

"I'm fine," he assured her, feeling suddenly exhausted. He suddenly didn't want to lecture her about alcohol, and acting responsibly, right this moment. He could tell that she was sincerely apologetic, though, and he planned to use that to his advantage. Wheeling his computer chair into the center of the room, he sat down on it and leaned his elbows onto his knees. He sighed before starting, "I'm sorry too, Simone. This shouldn't have happened, tonight," he said. She looked up at him without any expression, continuing to breathe slowly.

"We can't keep doing this in the dorms, anymore" he continued. "Not when we're so close to graduation." He looked around the room. His dresser had been sturdy enough to avoid any damage, and aside from a few knicknacks being knocked over on the top of it, there wasn't too much out of place, in the room. But she was just too big for his bedroom, now.

Simone didn't say anything, she just grimaced when he mentioned graduation, as if she should have been considering that, too. Adam continued. "That's why I think we should stay out of each others' dorms until we graduate." Simone's eyes widened, but Adam kept going. "And I want my key back," he finished, and her mouth dropped open in shock.

He stared at her silently, waiting for her response. "Babe, that's..." she whispered. "That's like 7 months." Her breasts had finally reached their typical size, and she brought her shocked expression down to look at them. "I... I don't know if I can make it that long," she said, still holding her boobs. They finally were small enough that her hands completely covered them, so now she almost seemed to be protecting them.

"I think we have to try, Simone," he said, clenching and unclenching his fingers. "I just... I love you too much to be around you, sometimes. I should have better control of myself, but I don't. And I don't want to jeopardize both our futures by potentially breaking things, and getting caught." He punctuated that by leaning back on the chair and lacing his fingers behind his head, slowly rotating in the computer chair. "And you shouldn't want that, either," he said with a half-smile, as he waited for her to respond.

She was quiet for a few moments. Her jaw worked as she tried to figure out what to say. "But, I thought..." she finally mumbled, "I thought, since your roommates were gone today, we could spend the day together?" she said, crossing her arms under her breasts. Whether intentionally or not, she'd lifted them up and together, causing an appealing line of cleavage to form. But he ignored it.

"Absolutely not, Simone," he said sternly. "I really do have to study, and we can't afford to mess up the town house. You said it yourself, next time you might fill the whole living room!" he said, his voice growing louder. "I mean it, Simone. We can't do this in the dorms, anymore. We'll have to find a better place for it, next time."

Simone scoffed as he finished, but she didn't argue. She looked down at her chest again, then at him. He kept his gaze steady, and eventually she rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Fine," she said. And she got out of bed, brushing past him to use the bathroom.

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That had been the last time he and Simone had slept in the same bed together, Adam thought as he yawned again. Replaying the memory in his mind had passed some time. It had also made his dick hard, recalling Simone in the outfit she'd worn that night. He realized Simone's breathing had slowed down next to him, no longer sounding like the deliberate in and out of meditation, but the soft snoring of sleep.

He relaxed his concern about her growing in her sleep - last time, she'd been drunk, after all, and he hadn't seen her touch a drink, since then. It wasn't like she couldn't control herself. It's just that sometimes, she refused to. If anyone can't control themselves, it's ME, Adam thought angrily. He was the one who kept enabling her. What had this trip really been about, if not just an excuse to fuck her?

No, he thought. He had noble reasons for doing this. He'd come out here with her so they could somehow use the time to figure out their life together. Away from distractions. And in a place where if Simone got agitated, he didn't have to worry about her breaking stuff. But what did he want them to figure out? Everything, he thought with frustration. Where to live, was at the top of his mind. They lived in the city, and it was simply becoming too dangerous to have her in such an enclosed space.

If only we lived out west somewhere, he thought. But he doubted he'd be able to find any job that could match the salary of his current job in the city. And Simone ran an art studio. Not many of those out in the rural parts of the country that would have the most space. What he needed was a long-term solution to Simone's growth.

If only he could get her to see a doctor. But early in her relationship, she'd made it very clear to him that she would never reveal her secret to anyone, especially not any doctors or government officials. That had seemed understandable when they'd first started dating, but she just kept growing. What if she never stopped? Someone would catch them, eventually. There already had been close calls in the past, and they got harder to hide, every time.

Turning her in would probably be best for everyone, came the thought suddenly, but he immediately discarded it. They'd run tests on her forever. Two meta abilities, and attaining such a ludicrous size? No, keeping her hidden was the only option. Then the only thing to do, would be to get away. Either they both had to get away from everything, or he had to get away from her.

He fumbled around with those thoughts and others, listening to the sounds of crickets long into the hours of the night. Eventually, sleep took him.