Goddesses’ Bet
VII
Titania watched the weather cool; green leaves turned amber and crimson before fading to brown. The sidewalks and quads were blanketed in leaves until the grounds crews came around with blowers and trucks to clear them away. Thanksgiving break came and went, and the holidays rapidly approached. Haley and Taylor were still growing, but nobody was making a move.
Mark sat at his desk back at home. He couldn’t remember how he got there, but the familiar space felt comforting and safe, so he didn’t think about it too hard. Here, things were simple. Taylor and Haley were his friends, not ridiculously sexy women with boobs as big as their heads, giving him awkward erections whenever they were together. Here, he could play his games in peace.
“Knock, knock!”
Taylor pushed open his bedroom door without waiting for a response. She looked around the room with an eager grin, then frowned in disappointment when her eyes landed on Mark. “Aww, you’re just playing some dumb game? I hoped you were at least watching something you’re not supposed to.”
Mark’s breath caught, and his throat felt like he was trying to swallow an entire apple. Taylor was hot. Well, he supposed Taylor had always been pretty, but her fiery hair framed her bright eyes and glowing cheeks in a way he’d somehow never noticed before. He was barely aware of it now because she was wearing a swimsuit. The same suit he’d last seen her in, back before they went away to college. Shouldn’t he be at college?
The swimsuit was a green bikini with fluffy layers across the chest that he’d thought looked a little funny when Taylor wore it before. Now, it was way too small. The bottoms fit fine, but the top was so tight it looked like it would break at any moment. Miles of bare skin bulged above and below the tiny strip of green cloth. Mark noted that, just like her cheeks and nose, Taylor’s breasts were scattered with freckles that faded into her tanned skin.
Realizing he was staring, Mark met her eyes with a loud gulp. “W-what?”
“If you’re not gonna come swim with me,” Taylor said, stepping closer, “I figured you at least had a good excuse.”
She was standing so close Mark could almost feel the heat of her body. The coconut smell of her suntan lotion clouded his head even more. He was so hard he felt like he was going to bust out of his jeans.
“I-isn’t it… too cold to swim?” He asked. It was almost winter, wasn’t it?
Taylor pouted. “Fine, I guess you’re right.”
She stepped even closer, leaning in and putting both hands on the chair back over his shoulders. He couldn’t look away as his view filled with those huge, hanging boobs. Her hot breath tickled his ear. “Well, if we can’t go swimming… maybe there’s something else fun we could do?”
“Little Mark” throbbed. His body was on fire. What was she saying? They couldn’t do that! What if his mom came up? Taylor shifted back, looking down at his lap before dropping to her knees. She rested her enormous breasts on his legs, then slowly slid her hands toward his crotch.
“That looks really uncomfortable…” She purred, running the tip of her tongue across her lips, “Why don’t I… help you out…”
Mark couldn’t move; every muscle in his body frozen as Taylor’s hands inched closer and closer to the mounded bulge in his pants.
“What are you doing in here‽”
Haley’s voice made them both jump. Taylor shot to her feet, breasts caroming wildly as she flinched back, losing her balance. Mark clenched his whole body, trying desperately not to come as Taylor’s butt landed in his lap.
Haley’s chest wobbled as she stomped forward, grabbing Taylor by the wrist and yanking her to her feet. How did she do that? Haley was taller, but not by that much, and Taylor had always been stronger.
“This is completely against the rules!” Haley scolded. “You will return with me this instant or forfeit the wager.”
“Come on…” Taylor whined. “He’s never gonna choose!”
Haley balled her hands into fists on her hips. “This is not how things are done. Do we need to get Hera involved?”
Taylor’s shoulders slumped. “No… fine, I’ll come.”
Mark looked from one of his friends to the other, baffled. What were they talking about? Rules? Wager? And who was Hera?
The two women seemed to remember him at the same moment. Haley sighed, muttering a word Mark didn’t recognize. She approached him, reaching out a hand until her finger touched his forehead.
Mark was in the chemistry lab. Professor Sinclair leaned against a lab bench, staring him down. Her shirt was unbuttoned so far he could see hints of lace.
“Your last report was very disappointing, Mark… but I might have some extra credit work for you…”
***
Mark woke in his dorm room with a sticky mess in his sleep shorts. It was a dream. A very weird dream. Had Taylor and Haley been there? No, he didn’t think so. Just Miss Sinclair…
His face blazed at the memory. He climbed out of bed to change into dry clothes, careful not to wake Chet.
VIII
When Taylor got fitted for a 32L bra, she started to worry about her ability to stay competitive in the team. She’d been wearing double sports bras for months, and now she might need to add a third. Naturally, Titania solved this problem for her in the most obvious way she could imagine.
She noticed it first in her gym shorts, riding up, giving her wedgies at the most inconvenient times. Then, her shoes started to pinch. By the end of practice, she felt like someone had been stepping on her toes all afternoon. She bought new shoes and looser shorts, thinking the old ones were just wearing out. But one evening, when Haley came to her room to study, Taylor couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Are you… taller?”
Taylor looked up at Haley, past the pair of basketballs she was smuggling in her painted-on sweater, and realized she wasn’t looking up at all. She was standing across from her friend, meeting her at eye level, which she hadn’t been able to do for as long as she could remember.
“Huh… I guess I am.”
“What? How?”
Taylor shrugged, feeling her heavy breasts jiggle. “Must be another growth spurt thing, like these.” She waved her hands vaguely in front of her chest, misjudging the distance and bumping into one with her thumb.
Haley pouted, and Taylor braced herself for a fight. Luckily, Mark walked in at that moment, interrupting their conversation.
He said, “Alright, let’s do this—um… do you guys… need a minute?”
Taylor couldn’t help but smile at Mark’s cluelessness. Haley was her best friend, but Mark was the glue that held their little group together. The third leg of their tripod. Wondering about his actual third leg, Taylor cleared her throat and walked to the study table. “No, no. Come on, let’s get this over with.”
If she’d taken Haley’s height advantage away, this was her chance to get Mark’s attention. Her bestie must have figured out the same thing because Haley kept “accidentally” bumping her tits into Mark’s arm or squeezing them into the table when she was pointing at something in his textbook.
Two could play at that game. It wasn’t even that hard. As big as her tits were, and with her new height, half the times she bumped them into Mark actually were accidents. He stammered and coughed, barely answering Haley’s questions and running away to the bathroom, like, every ten minutes. Maybe she was keeping Haley from getting the upper hand, but neither of them was getting anywhere. She had to get him alone. Even worse, all that touching had her just as worked up as Mark.
Returning from his latest trip to the bathroom, Mark said, “I-I think I’ve got a good, um, handle on it now. I’m gonna go do the worksheets on my own.” Before either girl could say anything, he snatched up his papers and practically ran out of the study room.
Taylor said, “I need to hit the gym, anyway,” Leaving almost as quickly.
Working up a good sweat usually calmed her down, but Taylor’s real workout was the one she gave herself in the shower afterward. And again that night.
***
Haley was thrilled Mark agreed to go to the movies with her. Yes, she’d told him it would be all three of them, knowing full well Taylor had an away game. She even bought a new outfit for their “date.”
To her surprise, more than just her bra was too small. The navy blue skirt she wore was so short it barely reached her fingertips. The lady at the boutique said she was almost six feet tall. If she kept growing like this, the skirt would be indecent in less than a month. Her top was a sleeveless pink button-up blouse. The open back barely covered her bra, and though loose around her narrow waist, it fit so snugly across her chest that she was afraid of taking a deep breath. She stared at her reflection in the ladies’ room, lifting her braid to see herself clearly. She had so much cleavage it almost made her head look small. Haley met her own eyes with a wicked grin; the outfit was perfect.
She went back to the lobby to wait for Mark. Butterflies did jigs and reels in her middle, but she tried desperately to ignore them. The stares and gapes of other students and random theater-goers made her want to hunch her shoulders and hide in a corner, but she kept her back straight, M-cup breasts straining at her new skimpy top. Haley had literally no experience in the art of seduction, but she’d just finished a particularly spicy fantasy romance and was ready to find out if the stuff she’d read about really worked.
***
Mark walked into the theater and looked for Haley. She’d texted she was already there, but he wasn’t sure if she’d gone into the actual theater or was waiting in the lobby. He wiped his clammy palms on his jeans. He shouldn’t be nervous; he was just seeing a movie with his friend. A girl who’d been his friend for over a decade. Besides, it was Free Student Mondays; it wasn’t like this was a date or anything. It was only the two of them because Taylor was out of town.
Then he saw her.
Just like Taylor, Haley had gotten taller recently, somehow. Her silver braid hung in front of one shoulder, and he could see her bare neck and half of her back. He saw almost all of his friend’s legs, covered in white stockings all the way up her thighs. He was pretty sure if she bent forward, he’d get a look right up her skirt. His mouth went dry as a desert; then she turned. Blood pounded in his ears, and “Little Mark” twitched eagerly. He’d never seen so much of his bookish friend’s bare skin in his life. Well, technically, he’d seen her bare arms and legs at the pool back home plenty of times, but she hadn’t had boobs then. Well, she’d had breasts, of course, but not enough to even make a dent in a one-piece swimsuit. Now, she could suffocate him in that cleavage without undoing a button. She waved at him shyly.
Steeling himself, Mark returned her wave and stepped up to her. She was even taller than him now, and he glanced down at her high heels. He’d never seen Haley in heels except at school dances. Did she think this was a date? His heart thundered in his ears, and he couldn’t swallow. Haley stared into his eyes, then down at his lips, then back up at his eyes. Her fingers wrapped around his elbow, and she pressed those huge, incredible tits into his arm.
“I’m glad you came,” She said in a throaty voice that sent tingles up his neck. “Do you want to get popcorn?”
At their seats, Haley lifted the armrest that should have separated them. Her skirt slid up a little when she sat, and Mark saw little metal clips connected to the tops of her stockings. He stood frozen until Haley patted the seat beside her, breaking his trance.
He couldn’t follow the movie at all. His side burned where Haley’s round hip touched his. She’d given him the popcorn, so every few seconds, she leaned over to grab a handful, mashing a boob into his arm and making the popcorn bucket shift in his lap. At some point about halfway through the movie, she slid an arm over his shoulder to touch his hair. His whole body went stiff, and he looked at her.
She stared into his eyes, her expression unrecognizable. Her fingers trailed around his head, stroking slowly down his jaw. She stared at his lips, then ran her thumb along them until they parted. When his mouth fell open, Haley slipped her finger inside. By instinct, Mark touched Haley’s thumb with the tip of his tongue. Her eyes glittered in the glow of the movie screen.
***
Haley’s blood raced. It would be the simplest thing in the world to pull Mark’s face to hers and let him kiss her. But she couldn’t do it. She ran her fingers through his hair one more time, then put her hand back in her lap. She had to let him make the first move. But if that wasn’t enough for him to know how she felt, she didn’t know what was.
***
Mark handed Haley the popcorn bucket and shuffled out of the theater. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom, waiting for “Little Mark” to calm down. What had gotten into Haley? She was acting so strange. Maybe things were weird between her and Taylor. It would make sense, considering whatever was going on with their bodies.
Thinking about his friend’s bodies wasn’t helping his “situation.” What Haley really needed was a friend. Maybe he should say something to Taylor.