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Author’s Note: 100% fiction. All sexualized characters are adults.
Matt slept in the next morning. His humming hangover drove him beneath the covers, shielding him from the sun rays of day. His head pounded.
“God… If I feel this bad, I bet Janice is absolutely hating life right now.” he thought. “I’ve never seen her so wasted.”
It was Bubsy who finally convinced Matt to get out of bed. The insistent feline purred directly into Matt’s ear until he couldn’t bear it any longer and rose from his blanketed shelter.
Matt threw on some jeans and T-shirt and left the room to see if Janice was awake yet.
He was shocked to see her not only awake, but in a flurry of activity. She was doing a last minute tidying up, it looked like. Matt saw right away how different she appeared: she wore heavy, bright red lipstick and dark eye shadow. Her pink hair had been done up and styled. Matt’s brain was having a hard time accepting what he was seeing when he looked at Janice’s fuzzy, black sweater: her breasts seemed to have shrunk three sizes.
“Hi Matt!” Janice said, brightly.
Matt blinked, confused. “H- Hi! How… how the hell are you functioning right now?!”
She cast a serious look his way. “Oh… Don’t let this fool you.” Janice said, striking a pose like a model. “I am in complete agony.”
“Well, you’re making it look good. I swear, I feel like my head is about to cave in.”
Janice looked over her shoulder at Matt and spoke quietly. “Ermmm… Yeah, so… I don’t remember much of what happened last night, but… I hope I didn’t make a fool of myself. If I behaved terribly- I’m really sorry.”
Matt chuckled. “Don’t worry… After I talked you down from the neighbor’s roof you were just fine.”
“What!?” Janice paused, alarmed, until she saw Matt forcing himself not too smile.
“Just kidding. You were fun! You were definitely feeling it.” Matt didn’t realize his unfortunate choice of words until he had spoken. Luckily, Janice didn’t seem to catch the reference.
She began wringing her hands, “Bobby’s gonna be here any minute!” Janice was constantly fidgeting with her bra’s shoulder straps beneath her fuzzy sweater, pulling them away to relieve an unseen irritation. Matt could see another set of straps beneath the ones she had hoisted and yet another wide band beneath the second.
“She’s got those poor things wrapped up like a mummy!” he silently observed.
A loud knock on the door made them both jump. She gave Matt a panicked glance before rushing to the doorknob.
Janice closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled. She readied her smile before swinging the door open wide to greet Bobby.
“Hey, Honey!” she exclaimed.
There stood Bobby glowering at the stairway leading up to the door. “…Three fucking flights of stairs? I hate this place already.”
He turned to regard his girlfriend for the first time in weeks. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph- are those things ever gonna stop growing?!”
Janice blinked through her smile and held out her arms for a hug. Bobby took off his coat in the doorway and handed it to her. “I swear, the first real money I get from my practice we’re going to the doctors and gettin those things cut off!”
Matt winced from the living room. He could see Janice’s countenance darkening.
Bobby strode forward,scanning the dining room and kitchen with a sneer. Janice’s smile began to crack in the corners of her mouth as she deposited his coat on the chair. He walked inside, leaving the door open. Matt could see that Bobby was tall, well-dressed with a strong jawline and narrow set eyes. Matt had to admit he was a fairly good looking guy. “Figures. Janice is gorgeous, of course her guy isn’t gonna be a toad.” surmised Matt to himself.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Janice!? Of all the places, you picked this dump?!” he said sardonically. He glanced over to see Matt standing in the living room. Bobby scoffed at the sight of him. “Oh, and you must be ‘Mr. Perfect'”.
Janice hopped to Bobby’s side. “Honey! This is Matthew… this is his place.”
Matt smiled and extended a hand. “Hey Bobby. Nice to meet you.”
Bobby rolled his eyes and half heartedly shook Matt’s hand. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Bubsy strolled into the room to inspect the commotion. Upon recognizing Bobby, the feline bristled and hissed, quickly retreating back to Janice’s room.
“Feelings mutual… little shit.” yelled Bobby after the cat. He turned on Janice. “You know, that place I picked for you was fucking perfect! All you had to do was drop that little flea bag off at a shelter… hell, even the side of the road!”
Janice’s pleasant facade dropped as she glared into his eyes. “Bobby! For the last time: Bubsy Stays With Me!” Matt had never witnessed Janice’s confrontational side come out. He stood back and watched in quiet admiration. “Besides, it was a 20 minute drive to work from that ‘perfect’ place you chose! Here, I can practically see my office from the window!”
“Listen to you…” said Bobby, looking coldly at her. It kırklareli escort seemed to Matt that Bobby wasn’t used to seeing Janice standing up for herself either.
“…keep talking back like that… and I’ll let you stay in this shit hole for good!”
“Bobby! Stop being ridiculous!” Janice pleaded. “Come on. We have a hellacious drive ahead of us.”
Bobby scoffed at Matt again. Janice sped off to her room to gather her luggage and to hug Bubsy goodbye. She suddenly froze in a panic.
“Bubsy! Oh my god! Matt! I totally forgot to ask you to look after Bubsy while I’m gone!”
Matt smiled warmly. “Oh! Don’t worry. Of course I’ll look after him.”
“Pssshh!” Bobby sneered, grabbing his jacket. “‘Matt’ was it? Short for ‘Door-Matt’, no doubt.”
Janice glared at Bobby as he passed through the front door. Her eyes turned to Matt in a pleading expression. “I am SO sorry!” she mouthed the words silently.
Matt gave her a sympathetic grin and shrugged his shoulders, silently. Matt’s hangover beleaguered brain couldn’t be bothered by the insult.
“Bye, Matt! Merry Christmas!” Janice shouted quickly, closing the door behind her.
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The week passed by quietly. Matt was struck on how much more silent it seemed in the house without Janice there.
He sat on the couch flipping through movies and tv shows to watch, but nothing captured his interest strongly enough to sit through it alone. Equally unappealing was the idea of cooking for himself during the week. Pizza delivery boxes accumulated as well as empty beer cans.
He and Bubsy bonded through regular playtime. Despite being a captive audience, the feline listened patiently to Matt’s musings and complaints, winced at his loud singing and generally kept good company for the lonely man the entire week.
Matt didn’t have much Christmas gift shopping to do. He had bought Pamela a a nice pair of sparkling earrings that he thought she might like based on a hunch.
“Is it normal that a boyfriend should have to guess so much about what his girlfriend likes? It seems like lately she only wants my dick… not that it’s a bad thing.” he told himself.
Matt’s concern deepened when he considered the ease he found Janice’s perfect gift. He knew she loved taking baths, so he picked up a large novelty bucket filled with bath bombs, lotions and fragrant oils.
He also added a homemade gift for Janice: a small booklet of “House Coupons”; each one, a different household favor Janice could turn in any time.
After he had stumbled upon the idea online, Matt had dug out his old art supplies and drew up several small coupons on colored paper for “favors” like: “48 hours with no chores”, “A home cooked meal of your choice”, “The apartment for a weekend”… and so on.
Matt was a little concerned that the “15 minute foot massage” coupon he drew up might be crossing a proverbial line. He had heard somewhere that foot massages are sometimes considered a little too intimate. “Well… She doesn’t have to use it if she’s uncomfortable with it.” Matt decided as he stapled the booklet together.
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Christmas Day came and went like any other day that week for Matt- just with a deepened sense of isolation, thinking of all the families and friends drawing near to each other today. He talked on the phone with Pam, who was spending the holiday with her family again. As usual she wanted to get off the phone quickly. Matt sighed, sipping a can of beer in the somber light of the lonely living room.
Upon waking up from a nap on the couch late in the day, he wrestled with the idea of calling her. “You shouldn’t, Matt. She’s busy with her boyfriend and his family.” he told himself.
Just then, his phone lit up in his hand: “Home Girl Calling”.
Matt answered it quickly. “Hello?”
“Merry Christmas, my Ho-Ho-Homie!” Janice exclaimed over the phone.
Matt had to laugh at her charming dorkiness. “Merry Christmas to you, homegirl!”
He could hear her sigh. “I miss you and Bubsy so much. How is he? Is he behaving?”
“Bubsy is just fine. We both miss you too. Are you holding up ok over there?”
“Oh, it’s even worse than I expected, but never mind that right now. We’ll talk about it when I get home. How are you? Are you ok all by yourself?”
Matt smiled to himself. “Yeah, its a little dull around here with quiet Bubs, so just hearing your voice cheers me up.”
Janice giggled. “Aww! Yours cheers me up too! I can’t wait to give y-…” she paused. Matt could hear Bobby yelling far away in the background. “Shit! I’m sorry, Matty. I have to go. See you soon!”
Matt hung up the phone smiling at the blank screen.
He took a moment, then stood up off the couch and began picking up the empty pizza boxes on the counter and tossing the beer cans collecting on tables into the recycling bin.
Matt showered for the first time in three days. Afterwards his body felt as refreshed on the outside as it did on the afyon escort inside.
Matt burst out of the bathroom door naked, to perform an operatic rhapsody for Bubsy in the living room.
The feline winced and blinked, waiting patiently for Janice’s return.
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An afternoon, two days after Christmas, Matt, once again, was napping on the couch with Bubsy curled into a ball on his chest.
He was suddenly startled awake by the feline bolting to his feet and quickly padding off to the front door expectantly. As his slumber cleared, he heard keys jingling and a door opening.
In walked Janice, looking exhausted and pale.
“Oh my god! I’m so glad to be home!”, she exclaimed entering the dining room, dragging her luggage behind her.
Matt quickly rose and approached her, smiling broadly. Janice rushed forward and practically collapsed in his arms. Bubsy was doing figure 8’s between their legs. Janice held Matt for a long time, her head pressed to his shoulder. Matt could feel her labored breathing against his chest and the mass of straps splayed across her back as he held her.
“It’s good to have you here again, my homegirl. How did it go?” he asked.
Janice looked up into his eyes with the gaze of someone who had survived a war. “Oh, Matty… It’s been a hell of a Christmas.” she sighed releasing her hold on Matt’s body. “But, before I tell you about it, I have GOT to get myself out of this death harness.” she said rubbing her shoulders tenderly.
“Come on, Bubsy! Come watch mama get naked!” She gleefully scooped up the purring black cat and a small bag and scurried to her bedroom.
Her door shut. Matt had an excited grin as he rushed off into his own bedroom to fetch Janice’s Christmas gift.
He was waiting with his ready smile when Janice emerged from her bedroom. She had changed into a blue, soft cotton T-shirt. Matt was relieved to see her bust back to its normal, enormous state. She had a similar excited smile as she approached, carrying a brightly colored wrapped rectangular box.
“Uhhm… I know that we’ve only known each other for only a little while, Matty…,” she smiled bashfully. “but I feel like you’re my best friend already.” She extended her arms, handing the gift to him, “Merry Christmas.”
Matt blinked through sudden blurry vision. It was the only gift he had received this year. He graciously took the box and began unwrapping the gift paper.
“A new chef knife!” Matt exclaimed excitedly, holding up deluxe packaging. “Whoa! This is the real deal, Janice. Thank you so much!”
She was giddy with joy. “You’re welcome! I can’t wait to taste what you’re gonna make me with that!” she laughed. “Oh! And Bubsy got you something too…”
She lifted a white coffee cup with the words: “
Cat Dad” emblazoned on the side.
“Thank you, Bubs!” Matt held the cup aloft, pridefully, “I got you a little something too, Jan.” Matt said reaching behind him and lifting the basket of bath products strewn with large bows.
She gasped in surprise. “Matt! You didn’t have to get me anything!”
“Well, it’s only fitting, seeing that you’re my best friend too. So… Merry Christmas, Janice.”
Tears were already pooling in her eyes when she rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. Despite the genuine moment of affection, Matt couldn’t help but to revel in the delicious feeling of her gigantic softness squashed against his chest after such a long time away.
Janice joyfully rummaged through the basket. “Oh my gosh! Bath bombs, lotions, oils!!” she sniffed the aromatic balm.
“What’s this?” she asked inspecting the hand drawn “Coupon Booklet” Matt had made.
“Oh!” Matt chuckled. “That’s just an idea I stole from the internet. They’re coupons! Use them whenever you want. No expiration date.”
Janice’s eyes sparkled, flipping through the booklet. “I LOVE this!”. She stopped at the “15 Minute Foot Massage” page.
“Uhhm, Matthew?” she held up the coupon before him with a serious look- almost a glare. “…Absolutely not happening.”
Matt gulped, “Shit! I guess I DID take it too far with that one!” he thought.
“S-Sorry, Janice…I-” he stammered.
“…My feet are WAY too ticklish.” she smiled. “I’ll probably end up kicking you in the face… accidentally of course!” she giggled.
Matt breathed a sigh a relief. He watched her eyes raise to his with a hopeful grin. “Am I allowed to use this for a massage somewhere else?”
Matt’s relief froze in place. “S-Sure!” he cleared his throat, nervously.
“In that case I’m using this bad boy right now!” She began to gingerly tear out the coupon from the booklet to hand to Matt. “I hereby trade in this coupon for a shoulder massage… Is that ok?”
Matt smiled. “Of course!”
“And will you rub some of this wonderful new oil into them, pretty please?”
Janice led Matt to her bedroom. Matt took a seat on the bed and Janice set a low stool in front of him. Before she sat, she amasya escort turned her back and lifted her loose fitting T-shirt up over her head. Matt silently gasped at the suddenness of her nudity. Her enormous naked breasts wobbled, both visible from behind her back. Bunching the shirt against her bust and holding it in place with her arm, Janice took a seat in front of him.
Matt gasped again when he saw the state of Janice’s red, irritated skin. “Jesus! That looks painful!” Each of her shoulders had a deep red divot pressed into her smooth skin. Her entire back was marked with deep strap impressions from her constricting undergarments.
“Yeah, my shoulders are both throbbing, so be kinda gentle. Ok?”
“Ok. Tell me if it starts to hurt.” Matt poured some of the fragrant oil into his palms and rubbed them together, warming the ointment up slightly before spreading it upon her shoulders.
“The things a girl goes through to impress her man, huh?” she sighed, closing her eyes.
Matt pressed his fingers to her skin. She winced slightly from the pain, but soon began to feel the relief blossoming beneath his touch.
“The most tragic part is… I went through all this trouble to get some nookie and what happens? My period starts as soon as I get to his parents house.”
Matt clucked. “Damn. That’s some terrible luck.”
Janice moaned in pleasure. “It’s almost worth it all right now…” Matt’s hands worked tiny knots under her skin away. She tilted her head back with her eyes closed. Her breaths began to deepen as his fingers released the tension around the base of her neck.
“Holy cow, Matt.” Janice whispered after several minutes. “Is there anything you aren’t good at?”
Matt chuckled instinctively, but he wasn’t listening. He was mesmerized, peering down at a spectacular view of her massive breasts piled against her T-shirt covered arms. He let his fingers linger over the crest of her shoulders towards her barely covered behemoths.
“Matty… ” he heard her say quietly with her eyes still closed. “Your hands are magical. How can I bribe you into massaging my back as well?”
The mental image of his hands massaging oil into the soft skin of her enormous breasts popped into his head as his desired price. The conjured vision was potent enough for Matt to almost forget the question.
“Uhh, just tell me about your week and we’ll call it even.”
Janice opened her eyes and smiled up at Matt’s upside down face. “Ok! But prepare yourself for a lot of bitching.”
Matt chuckled. “I’m excited to hear… Bubs hasn’t been much of a talker this week.”
Janice stood to her feet while keeping her wadded up T-shirt held against her bosom. Matt’s eyes rose with her and followed the topless beauty to her bed.
She laid down on her belly, discarding the T-shirt to the floor. Resting her head on her crossed forearms, Janice’s bare breasts ballooned out to either side. Matt stood above the gorgeous vision, completely agog by the astounding degree her tit mass had spread beneath her.
“I’m sure you can see where my bra straps were digging into me. Could you concentrate on those spots, please?”
“Uhh, sure…” Matt gulped. He once again warmed a palmful of scented oil and spread the ointment across the middle of her back.
“Holy jesus! That feels so good!” Janice exhaled when Matt’s fingers pressed into her weary skin. “You don’t have to be so gentle on my back. Feel free to put some ‘umph’ into it.”
Matt’s lip was trembling. Her porcelain skin glistening beneath his probing palms and those gorgeous, forbidden globes within his effortless reach had his heart racing.
Matt’s fingers kneaded up and down her spine as Janice began telling him of her week. She spoke of the cold, dark mansion where Bobby’s parents dwelt in separate wings. The sterile room she had relegated herself to during Bobby’s daily four hour long nap. His mother’s surgically sculpted face glaring the same blank, insect expression in response to Janice’s every utterance. His father’s leering gaze following her from room to room.
“It feels good to be able to talk about it… I mean, not as good as what you’re doing with your hands… but, still…”
All the while Matt’s fingers caressed her muscles, fanning out to her sides, coming ever closer to soft, bulging tit meat.
“Oh yes, my sides need it bad!” she exclaimed upon feeling his daring reach.
“Uhhm” Matt nervously chuckled. “I’m getting kinda close to your breast-essess…”
Janice laughed. “It’s ok. I trust you, Matty. Just remember our pinky promise. I don’t want Pamela coming over here to fight me.”
Matt bit his lip, barely able to contain his joy. He almost shuddered in ecstasy. “Calm down, Matt! Don’t blow this!”
“…Besides, someone ought to be able to enjoy them before they get chopped off.” Janice said matter-of-factly.
Matt’s outreaching palms paused. “Y- you’re really gonna get them reduced?”
“Probably… even though I don’t want to. I actually love having these big ol’ boobies, believe it or not!”
“Well, then don’t do it!” Matt said alarming himself with his sudden raised voice.
He could hear Janice giggle and watched her turn her head to look back at him. “You are adorable. ” Then she settled her head back down. “Don’t worry. Bobby’s got a surprise coming if he insists on making me go through with it.”