Goddesses’ Bet
Epilogue
Kennedy and her entourage strutted down the hall of the converted warehouse. One of the girls asked, “Remind me why we Ubered across town to this dump instead of going to the ZOE’s party?”
“We’re here to be seen, obviously,” Kennedy said. “No one’s seen those two freak shows since last year, and people are saying they got even bigger.”
“Seriously?”
She shrugged. “That’s what they’re saying. So, of course, we have to make an appearance. See for ourselves that the rumors are bullshit.”
“I heard they’re like twelve feet tall,” the third girl said.
The first girl scoffed.
“With tits as big as cars.”
“Be so for real.”
“Don’t be absurd,” Kennedy said. “A woman with car-size breasts wouldn’t be able to stand, even if she were twelve feet tall. They’re probably whatever, like, six feet ten or eleven that they were when they moved off-campus. The rumor mill thrives on hyperbole.”
Kennedy rapped her knuckles on the door, and Shantel yanked it open, blasting the group with a wave of loud music and flashing lights. Kennedy stepped inside with a sneer, saying, “I didn’t know alumni were in… vi… ted.”
She trailed off as her gaze drifted higher… And higher… And higher.
Taylor and Haley sat against opposite walls of the warehouse apartment, but even its cavernous space looked cramped. While sitting down, their heads nearly reached the ceiling. Kennedy subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest. She’d been thrilled when these two freaks left campus to take classes online. Just because her best feature was her mind didn’t mean she enjoyed not being the bustiest girl in the room. Now, fully two-thirds of the massive room was taken up by Haley and Taylor’s grotesque breasts. They stretched and billowed, filling the space, nearly touching in the middle of the room. A girl she didn’t recognize was managing a queue of students waiting to slide through the narrow gap to whatever lay on the other side, the space so tight they had to walk sideways, brushing against both obscene sets of glands.
Kennedy stood frozen in stunned silence for five full seconds. Then, she turned on her heels and marched out of the apartment, her coterie trailing behind her.
***
“Kennedy and her little cronies didn’t stay,” Shantel called up to Taylor.
“Pfft, I’m surprised that bitch showed up at all.”
Shantel heard a faint male voice ask the girls something.
“That stuck-up rich girl,” Haley said, “Black hair, big tits…” Gazing out over the acres of skin between herself and Taylor, she added, “Relatively speaking.”
Shantel asked, “Who’s she talking to?”
“Mark,” Taylor said.
“Can I come up there, too?”
Taylor reached an arm down, holding her hand palm up like a chair. Shantel sat in her palm, wrapping her arm around a thumb the size of her leg. She had a moment of vertigo as Taylor lifted her up to stand on one of her breasts. Shantel held both arms out for balance. “Woah, it’s like a bouncy castle…”
Having seen this interaction, Chet walked up to the boob wall. “No fair, I want to try.”
“Piss off,” Taylor said. “No boys allowed.”
“But Mark’s up there… Hey Mark! Get one of your girlfriends to hoist me up there.”
Mark rolled over and crawled across Haley until he could see his former roommate. “Sorry, dude. It’s their call.”
Haley added, “Just go through the tunnel if you want to cop a feel so badly.”
Chet pouted but walked to the end of the line.
Near the ceiling, Mark sat cross-legged on Haley’s breast, waving across the room. “Hey, Shantel!”
Shantel walked carefully across Taylor, stumbling to her knees after a few steps. “Careful,” Haley said, “If you fall in, we might not be able to find you.”
Taylor laughed, sending rippling waves across her massive body. Shantel slipped again, sliding downhill toward Taylor’s cleavage. Taylor reached out and shoved her back onto the crest. “Sorry. You should probably stick to crawling.”
“Less chance of hitting your head on something,” Mark added.
Shantel sat like Mark, pressing both palms to Taylor’s skin until her dizziness faded. “So you really are still growing?”
“Yep,” Taylor said. “Bigger every day.”
“How do you even move around? This room is looking pretty crowded.”
“We mostly don’t,” Haley said.
“What are you gonna do if you outgrow it?”
“When we outgrow it,” Taylor said, “We’ll just find a bigger place.”
“I’ve got a realtor looking at a hangar a few towns over,” Mark said.
Shantel’s jaw fell open. “Like, for airplanes?”
Haley grinned. “Yep! We need to upgrade before one of us does any major property damage.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
Taylor squeaked, craning her neck in an attempt to see the queue for “the tunnel.” She couldn’t see Chet, which meant it was probably his turn. “What the fuck?”
“What’s he doing?” Mark asked.
“He’s getting real handsy.”
Haley met Taylor’s eyes. She said, “Hang on, guys.”
Seeing Mark roll to lie flat on his stomach, Shantel mirrored his posture. Haley and Taylor leaned forward, pressing their room-filling tits together. Chet’s muffled cries of panic rose even louder than the thumping music.
When they sat back, Chet’s voice drifted up from the tunnel below. “Not cool, bro!”
The girls laughed while Mark and Shantel struggled to hang on.“You’re one lucky sonuvabitch; you know that?” She called.
Mark grinned, hugging himself to the vast surface of Haley’s breast. “Oh, I know.”
***
“I’m not sure this was faster than driving,” Mark called up to Taylor. He was strapped into a harness she wore around her neck, and while he wasn’t about to complain about riding in her cleavage, the constant jiggling and getting bounced around with every step were giving him motion sickness.
“Well, we can’t drive, obviously,” Taylor said.
“Plus, there are no good roads to get out here,” Haley added.
They were having a picnic to celebrate Taylor and Haley hitting the twenty-foot milestone. Each girl carried a cooler that Mark could have curled up inside, and they’d found a large clearing deep in the State Forest. Mark hoped the girls wouldn’t cause too much damage—he could see small craters Haley’s footsteps left behind as they walked.
When they reached the clearing, Taylor lifted Mark from her cleavage and set him on the ground. Both girls put their arms above their heads and stretched. Haley spread her arms and spun around, grinning widely. Rising just to her knees, Mark felt the ground shake with each of Haley’s steps.
“This is great!” Haley said, “There’s so much space!”
“Careful, Haleykins,” Taylor called as she lowered herself to sit cross-legged in the grass. “You don’t wanna—“
Taylor’s warning came a moment too late. Because even as the girls had grown taller, their breasts still led the charge. Haley’s breasts extended farther forward than her arms, and despite her inhuman strength, the rest of her body couldn’t keep up with the inertia of her spin.
“Woah!”
Haley’s bus-sized breasts pulled her off-balance, and she sailed to the ground with a mighty fwomp. Mark thanked the stars she hadn’t been spinning closer to him, or his blissful life might have been cut tragically short. He felt the micro-quake in his ass, and all around them, the sky filled with birds fleeing their trees.
“Ohmygod, are you okay?” Taylor cried, jumping up and causing even more quaking.
Haley rolled onto her back and sat up, brushing off as much of her immense breasts as she could. “I’m fine… Tits broke my fall.”
They laughed, crawling back to sit near Mark, who was spreading out massive tarps as blankets. Once everyone was settled, they dug into their meal. Mark ate a single sandwich and a small container of pasta salad while the girls tossed whole sandwiches into their mouths by the handful. When they were done eating, the girls leaned back on their arms, basking in the sun.
“We should do something… since we have all this space,” Taylor said.
“Did we bring a frisbee?” Haley asked.
“I’m pretty sure if you two go running and jumping out here—” Mark said, “—we’re definitely gonna get a visit from the DNR.”
“Well,” Taylor said, unbuttoning the top button of her massive top, “That only leaves one thing…”
“Out here‽” Haley squeaked.
“We’re miles from the nearest road,” Taylor said, letting her top fall open. “Nobody can see us but birds and squirrels, and I think you scared all those away.”
“Fine,” Haley pouted, “But I get to go first.”
“Oh, no, you don’t!”
Taylor held out a fist, and the girls played rock-paper-scissors. When Taylor held out two fingers to Haley’s flat palm, she bounced with glee. Mark put his hands on the ground to steady himself as the ground shook.
Taylor peeled off her top, then undid the clasp on her tent-sized skirt. She’d given up on wearing pants long ago. She rolled onto her back, legs spread and boobs rising like twin hills Mark wouldn’t have minded trying to scale.
As Mark walked between Taylor’s legs toward her waiting sex, Haley crawled over and bent to kiss her, taking a soda-can-sized nipple in each hand. Taylor’s legs twitched, her raised knees drawing together in pleasure. Haley grabbed one knee and forced them to stay open. “Careful –mwah– Tay-tay. If you crush Marky –mwah– before I get my turn, –mwah– I will be very upset.”
With Haley’s help, Mark had Taylor thrashing in the open clearing within minutes. Miles away, a lone fisherman wondered why there were such strange ripples in the water.