Booty Call

Mikayla drove home from work on a tiresome day. Her boss had been a few inches too far up her ass with his persistent micro-managing, and Dave from accounting was constantly giving her glances like they somehow, someday might hook up. She found that unlikely, considering she had only ever dated girls.

She drove home in displeasure, frustrated from the products of today's work. Her car sped down the highway just a bit faster than all the others around her, passing through smaller gaps and attempting more than others would dare. She had always been a bit impulsive, and sometimes that lead to downright danger. She did things no one else would do, and never, ever refused a dare. Any chance she could flaunt herself she would take.

Her apartment was on the second floor of the complex, one of many cloned little buildings. Sometimes she wished for a house of her own, but the truth lied in the suburbs. She had grew up there and hated it more than city life. City life was loud, but it least there wasn't any monotony.

She took the steps two at a time, moving across the concrete platform and into her apartment. A nicely sized living room-kitchen combo with a bedroom at the back. Only one bathroom, but she never minded. She lived alone more often than not. Girlfriends came and went, and that's the way she liked it. No attachments, no regrets. She opened her fridge and pulled out a drink, sitting down for what felt like the first time today.

When, of course, someone knocked on her door. She cursed to herself and set the drink down on the coffee table, getting up to answer the door.

She looked through the peephole and saw no one. Opening the door she burst out, and in doing so, almost tripped. A box had been left at her door, with her name and address printed on. Mail? No one mailman she had had ever done that. She took the box inside and set it on the counter, closing and locking her door behind her. A weird incident in every sense of the word.

She deconstructed the box, interested in its contents. Maybe someone had sent her something, but she doubted it. And she couldn't think of anything that she had ordered in quite some time, so that wasn't it.

Inside was a suit. It was made of somekind of stretchy, rubber like material, and it would have covered every inch of her body, minus her head, feet, and hands. It was slightly enlargened at the chest and was obviously fitted for a woman to wear.

Mikayla took it into her bathroom. It had been a long day, and she felt the need for a hot shower. Maybe after she would try on the outfit and see how it looked in the mirror. She threw her clothes in a pile on the floor and set the outfit on the marble countertop. While her job was shit, it did have its perks. Including a sizable paycheck, and nice furniture.

She stood in front of the mirror and examined herself. High cheek bones, a big bust, and a firm ass. She thought that was sexy enough, and had no troubles getting girls. She had long dark hair, reaching down her back, all natural. She never liked to dye it, unlike many of her girlfriends.

Another perk of living alone: Hot showers. Never did she have to wait, and never did it seem to run out. She could spend an hour in there. Steam clogged the bathroom and she finally felt clean after a long day, and was excited to have the weekend and her house to herself. But now, to try on this outfit.

It zipped in the back, she found. Slipping in her legs were easy, easier than she expected. Typically it seemed that this kind of material got caught and rolled over skin. It fit perfectly, like a glove, fitting every inch of her. She pulled her hands through and reached behind her. She worked the zipper up until it felt nice and snug.

At a glance, she looked stupendous. Her form was outlined in such a way that she had not known. It was almost as if the outfit gave her another three inches to her waist and her breats, and everything drooped in the sexiest way. She liked what she saw, more than she had ever liked herself.

She decided to keep it on for the night.

The next morning she woke up and began her day as it was any other day, putting on pajamas and eating breakfast, sitting on front of the tv watching the news. She had woken up this morning in a daze, taking on the day without thinking. She felt calm and relaxed, forgetful of the events from yesterday. She had failed to notice the suit she had been wearing last night had all together disappeared.

Of course, she would notice soon enough.

As the day wore on she started to notice a pain in her chest. An itch almost, a pressure, a constant tug at her breasts. She kneeded them and rubbed them, but could not satiate the feeling. It put her on edge, and for some reason, she felt horny.

She considered calling someone. She had a few numbers she had not yet checked, a few one nighters waiting around. Maybe she would cash one of those in. Although, she could call Rebecca. A nicer girl, not so dirty like most of the people Mikayla met. And very, very beautiful in her opinion. A few inches taller with a gorgeous body, a body to be wanted.

She sent a text to Rebecca, not sure if she would understand. When she put her mind to it, she doubted that Rebecca had ever had sex with someone on the fly, but at the same time she figured it wouldn't be too hard to seduce her. She hoped.

After recieving a confirmation text, she settled back in on the couch and tried to forget about the feeling. It wouldn't go away, however, and if anything, it increased. She fidgeted on the couch, and even stuck her hand down her pants a little, feeling at her clit. Hopefully Rebecca would feel at least a little similar, because all she could think of was sex.

She brought her hand back upwards and felt it brush up against her boob. She looked down curiously, and at a second glance she wondered. Are they bigger? She lifted and dropped them, and would've sworn that they felt heavier. It looked as though she had jumped up a cupsize or two.

After a moment of thought, she remembered the suit. What had happened to it? Was this a product of that?She couldn't be certain, couldn't even be certain that the suit had existed in the first place. But suddenly something grabbed all of her attention.

She could've sworn her boobs had grown. She squeezed them, and it felt good, but she was worried. What was happening? They were growing, she realized in awe, staring at them as the drooped from her chest. They were growing slowly, flesh appearing and expanding in her hands.

She moved her hands quickly in her suprise, and shocked herself. Her breasts were overly sensitive. She grabbed her nipple and moaned slightly, biting her lip. Panic was there, but she was still so horny, so focused on the girl that was coming.

What if Rebecca noticed her breasts were growing? She thought. And then she thought about what a crazy fucking thought that really is.

Someone beat on her door, and she practically leapt out of her skin. She moved quickly and threw the door open, her eyes landing on Rebecca.

"Hey!" She squeaked, her boobs bobbing were her movements. She wasn't wearing a bra, much to Mikayla's delight. Mikayla brought her in and showed her the couch, offering her a bowl. She declined, a bit stunned at Mikayla.

"Why did you call me over?"

"I thought you might want to hang out. I thought you liked me." Mikayla said, trying to hint without hinting.

"I do like you." She said pleasantly, but Mikalya knew she didn't get the idea. And she could feel her breasts expanding as she was speaking. "Is this like, a booty call?" Rebecca asked. Mikayla laughed in return.

"I guess you could call it that." She said, putting the sex into her voice. Rebecca reddened slightly, but smiled, and chewed on her lip. Mikayla certainly liked the implications. She moved to Rebecca's lap slowly, pushing and invading her way in, doing her best to make herself known.

"I thought maybe you would want to come take care of me." Mikayla pressed her enlarged boobs onto Rebecca's, and she could feel them getting bigger. They were already huge, well past DD.

"Jesus, Mikayla, I thought you had big boobs but these are huge!" She said in delight. Mikayla put Rebecca's hand on her breast, but miscalulated, not realizing how sensitive they were. It felt too good and she let out a moan of her own, not meaning to.

"I don't know! I put on this suit last night and I couldn't find it this morning. A few hours ago, this started happening and it's been getting worse since." Mikayla said, making casual conversation of her ailment. Rebecca's eyes were wide, shaking her head.

"Getting worse? I'd say it's getting better." Mikayla looked her in surpise, but took it as a plus, pulling her closer.

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Rebecca pushed Mikayla off and onto the couch, taking her own position on top and kissing her. It sent sparks to her lips, sending signals to her vagina. She was wet, she had been wet, and it felt like she was only going to get wetter.

The expansion was speeding up, her breasts growing beyond normal proportions. Neither women noticed as one grinded on the other, Rebecca massaging her breasts passionately. Mikayla was reaching into Rebecca's pants when something new occured.

"Whoa. It feels like other things are getting bigger too." Mikayla said, a hint of worry in her voice. Rebecca looked back, but not with fear. Hope sat in her eyes, and it became apparent to Mikayla that Rebecca wanted her to get bigger. As she hadthat thought her lips plumped, her bottom lip growing fat and succulent. Rebecca bit into her lip and pulled back, sucking, and Mikayla moaned, wanting more. Her stomach pressed outwards and bulged greatly, suddenly taking advantage of the space around it and growing.

Rebecca rubbed her hands all over her belly, pushing against her and moaning as Mikayla rubbed her pussy. Rebecca pulled Mikayla's hand deeper into her vagina, and began to suck on Mikayla's huge nipples.

Rebecca pulled herself off suddenly to get a better view at her Goddess. She lifted Mikayla, grabbing hand and taking her, almost pregnant like, into her bedroom. She threw Mikayla onto the bed and joined herself, looking directly into her eyes while Mikayla started to grow. Her thighs began to fill out, her butt already massive, and her breast began to slow to the same pace. Her stomach grew past the point of pregnant and even further, but nothing detered the mood.

Mikayla lost herself in the feelings, embracing the expansion. Her hands rubbed against her growing mounds, willing them to grow more, while Rebecca licked her cunt. Her vagina had grown as well, and it looked expanded and poofy. Rebecca was more horny than she could process.

Suddenly Mikayla's arms started to take into the expansion. She was disheartened that it became harder to run herself, but with Rebecca eating her out she could hardly focus anyhow. She began to lose herself in the sex, her body growing beyond her wildest imagination. Her arms and legs were being pulled into her body, becoming a sphere with dimples on either end, and huge breasts that hung off several inches in front of her. She moaned for more, needed more, and Rebecca provided, fisting her enlargened vagina.

"Yes! Yes!" Her breasts reached there peak and finished growing, her body seemingly settling. The feeling didn't leave, and an orgasm was close.

"Look at my big beautiful balloon." Rebecca said. Mikayla moaned at her words, loving every second of it. "Did you need it?" She asked her.

"Yes!" She said in response, her hands flapping. Rebecca went down again and Mikayla cried out. She kept going for so long, drawing Mikayla's orgasm out. When it hit, it hit like a force, consuming her body and sending every nerve alive with pleasure.

"I'm glad you like it here. I'm not sure when we'll be able to turn to back to normal, but I gotta say. I do like you as my big ballon."