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The Gamer Chapter 616 – Everybody loves chests
🕑 Added 2019-10-11 10:58:21 +0000 UTC“I don’t get it!” Rave whined as she suddenly shot up from the couch. She reached under the back of her top and began the arduous process of unhooking the bra she had called her favourite just about three days ago. “Why does this one feel tight now! So annoying!”
John put the game he was playing on pause and turned to give her a really good look. It clicked inside his head as a joke he had already made and her appearing even sexier than usual recently came to the logical conclusion with the situation as a whole. “Okay, Jane, real talk, your boobs must be getting bigger.”
“Really?” she asked and fully exploited her woman privilege by grabbing her own funbags right in front of John. “Aren’t there any other explanations?”
“The alternative explanation is that Aclysia has been screwing up when doing laundry, causing your bras to shrink… if that even is a thing that happens to bras, I know nothing about them or laundry in general…” John mumbled the second part. Always felt like the oddest gap, that he could speak several different languages at this point and had read more books on government and philosophy than was healthy, but had no idea what the symbols on a laundry machine really meant.
“Gaia almighty,” Rave gasped as she weighed these two options up against another and came up with one being tremendously less likely than the other. “Okay, let’s say I believe that, can we actually check?”
“Sure,” John said and gestured for to get up. “Roll up your top, yeah, just like that, lean towards the camera… wonderful,” he had taken out his phone and was now snapping a quick picture. The haste with which it was made aside, it was a wonderful photo. The Lightbearer was just too photogenic, putting a natural smile on her glossy lips even as she stood there, her loose top raised and stretched between her thumbs at the height of her collarbone.
“Can’t ya just use Observe?” Rave asked, as she let her top drop again and then took a few steps towards him. Now, it was entirely possible that John was in full-force placebo mode now that he was convinced she had gotten bigger in the chest department, but he could have sworn her breasts bounced along her feathering steps.
“If you went up a full cup size, yes,” John answered as he searched for a different photo in his phone. Somewhere he had, with the utmost guarantee, a shot of her in a very similar pose. He was collecting pictures of her like a money enthusiast would coins. Perhaps even more than that. Which sane man in love (although those may very well have been mutually exclusive) would say that was unusual though? “Otherwise, no.”
“Did ya even try though?” Rave asked with a giggle, already knowing the answer.
“And potentially deny myself another half-nude picture of you?” he slapped her naked ass, his flat hand immediately going into a groping of the soft meat, feeling the panties that had settled in the valley. “What am I, an idiot? Why are you even wearing clothes right now?”
He surely wasn’t. Since they had resolved to stay inside, he had just been going about stark naked. As had Jane, for the longest stretches. The latest return from the shower had come along with that minimal get-up though.
Stretching up to his ear, she whispered, “So I can take them off again, slooowlyyyy.” A gasp followed when her boyfriend gave her a second, firm spank on her bubble butt, followed by Rave nibbling on his earlobe like a horny little kitty. One hand wrapped around his cock and slowly, tightly went up and down the length.
“Alright,” John’s voice was unfazed by this, even though it all felt pretty good. “That’s you one year ago, that’s you now…” he swiped back and forth between the two similar pictures. “God, you’re beautiful,” it just slipped out of his mouth, not that he wouldn’t have said it normally.
The Rave he had met, with the shorter, even more dishevelled hair, sure had a youthful, chaotic charm to her. His modern-day girlfriend, however, had aged a little in all the right ways. The longer hair, a slightly more adult look to her face, eyes that looked towards him with definite, long-term love, the only thing that was definitely the same was that energetic smile she had, no parts acted and all parts his to enjoy.
Incremental changes that, now that he actually looked at her face side by side, surmounted to the person he loved even stronger today than he had back then. “God is a bit much, ya can call me Jane just fine,” she cheekily responded to his mindless utterance and kissed him below the ear. “We can’t solve the booby question if ya zoom on my face though.”
“It’s such a beautiful face… but I guess I can be convinced to stare at your tits instead,” the Gamer retorted, scrolling down the necessary bit. The answer that presented to them was quite obvious. Her breasts had indeed gone up in size and not just a little bit. Her nipples were clearly further down while her breasts were no less firm. John confirmed that for himself by taking the hand off her ass and sliding upwards, taking a nice handful of her right tit. Again, could have been entirely placebo, but he could swear he felt the extra squish and it was awesome.
Not that there was any other indication needed than just looking at her chest. It was just clearly bigger. To such a degree that John felt stupid for having missed it until now. “But when?” was Rave’s question, as she must have felt similarly. It was her own body they were talking about here after all.
“Well, first explanation is biology, I say,” John went with the obvious. “You had the potential to grow bigger breasts, so you grew bigger breasts over the past year. No idea about the speed at which boobs usually grow… could have been happening throughout the entire year or just started recently. I would guess it’s been happening the entire time and your recent power increase have just accelerated it in the past week so we now suddenly notice. That’s all theory though, fact is…” he took a pause to throw his phone into his inventory, then to lift his girlfriend up, carrying her in front of him, “…that you have bigger boobs now!”
Boobs that were at the perfect height for him to press his face into and just do a good old motorboat, despite the thin cloth still in the way. They were definitely big enough to get that to a satisfying degree now, as he could feel the squish and the jiggle now, where before he had just the softness. A deeply satisfying softness, nothing to be said against small breasts, but John loved this middle ground between firm and jiggly that moderate sizes were best at providing.
He took two steps and then dropped forwards, much to the surprise and laughter of his girlfriend, as they bounced off the couch. “You’re really happy about this, ain’t ya, tiger?” she mused, fingers running through his hair as he pushed up her top, took hold of her breasts and sucked on the pretty pink nipples. They had become a bit darker in tone, not as much as she had in general though.
Their shared tanning efforts, even if they were temporarily on halt, had definitely given both of them a considerably darker complexion. John thought his girlfriend looked a bit better pale, the neon colour of her hair just harmonized nicer with a lighter shade. However, he also preferred dark chocolate and still delighted in Christmas sweets. Seasonal variants were absolutely something to be enjoyed.
“Hmmm,” Rave gasped as John failed to provide an answer, too busy to continue worshipping her chest. Which also answered her question without words. “Fuck… I don’t even know if it’s just the day… your enthusiasm… or if they didn’t just get bigger… but also more sensitive…” her caressing motions became a light clawing into his scalp. “But I feel like I could… I could… I…”
Words became cut-off, high-pitched groans as her body curved off the sofa, her chest the most pronounced. John’s attention was still solely on that area of her body. His tongue circled her areola; his teeth rolled the hard nipple that crowned her breasts between them; marks were left behind wherever his kisses were too enthusiastic; all the while his fingers flicked and pinched where his mouth currently wasn’t, fondled and groped.
His momentary obsession had become a challenge. One that he passed perfectly when Rave collapsed back down in a series of quivering moans. He looked up, saw her head fly left to right, then stop, trembling, just like the lids of her closed eyes, before stretching backwards and letting out a long, throaty gasp. Unmistakable signs of an orgasm.
John backed off a little bit to let her wallow in the afterglow. “First breast only orgasm you had, I think,” he said with some pride. New achievements were always nice.
As were new Achievements.
“Yeah… yeah, whoow,” Rave didn’t have a lot of words as she recovered. “Definitely that. That was… different…” she shivered one last time, then gave him a broad, perverted smile. “Are we gonna stop there though?” she closed her long legs behind his butt. “Or are ya gonna make them jiggle?”
Realistically, there was only one answer to that.
Moving the panties out of the way, grabbing her by the waist, his cock already aligned perfectly, he slowly sunk into her. She was as tight as the first day, which, given that his dick had become considerably bigger, meant that her folds were gripping him so tightly that every centimetre was its own road to heaven. Regardless of that, it felt like she was made for him. For all he cared, the opposite was true, he was made for her. The size his prick had nowadays, a size he was perfectly content with, had her shout the entire way.
“Oh, tiger, you’re stretching me,” her loud voice was filled to the brim with passion. “Oh, fuck that feels good already. I love you, John, I love you, deeper… yeah… just like that… Aaaah,” an aftershock pulsated through her, her pussy constricting for a moment. Regardless of that, she was so wet that he could continue to penetrate her. “Yes… oh… tiger… yeeeesssss,” she hissed when he was all the way in. “Keep it slow… I’m way too sensitive right now.”
The temptation to just slam away at her was definitely there. However, she did seem in the mood for something more tender and John was not sadistic enough to forego the wishes of his girlfriend, or partner in general, so blatantly. “Alright,” he agreed and only moved at a gentle pace. “Like this?”
“Yes.” She bit her lower lip, kept her eyes closed for a moment, just enjoyed the pace as her hands crept towards her sensitive areas. “Mhhmm, ah, you’re hitting all the right spots, John… oh, that feels so good.”
It was such a quiet way to make love. No slapping of hips, no squelching sounds, no screams of ecstasy. In that quiet, however, lay beauty. The lustful panting that they shared as each pleasure impulse was drawn out to its maximum effect. Rave’s inability to keep her eyes on John, no matter how hard she tried. Between pinching and playing with her chest and rubbing her clit with slow, sensual movements, the sensations ripped control from her in short gaps of instinct.
Her voice grew louder, words less coherent and her legs slowly urged him to accelerate his speed by pressing into his back. Just as he could witness her surmounting lust under him, he saw the movement of her breasts slowly go from essentially still to proper swaying. No doubt to give him a better view, she was now using both hands on her clit, framing her chest between her arms. Up and down they jiggled, now that the Gamer had reached a steady rhythm of medium intensity. It was still in the area of rather innocent lovemaking, especially by their standards of depravity and supernatural power.
John couldn’t help but gasp and say, “I love you, Jane, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, I love you too,” she assured in a heated tone, the pink lustre in her eyes having gone into a clear heart-shape. “I love… how much better you’ve become… I love being as perfect… to your imagination as I can be… I just love being… always being together with you, John.”
He stopped moving and suddenly kissed her. That was more important than the pleasure, she was more important. The ultimate bliss was that he could have both. As their tongues intertwined, he went into her with small thrusts. Muffled, the moans escaped whenever their greedy kiss parted for a moment.
“Are you going to cum?” Rave asked, the growing intensity of his thrusts likely having given it away. Grunting an affirmation, unable to do much more, his next attempt at kissing was interrupted by a plea. “I want it all over my tits, tiger, please,” her begging was almost cheesy, but in the first place it was genuine and John had to clench his teeth to not just unload inside her as his response.
“God, you’re way too good for me, you horny, hot beast,” he stated as he pulled out of her in a hurry and mounted her chest. His slick cock slid over the juicy softness of her C-cups. Once, twice, he was ready to burst, trying to get himself off as quick as possible. Rave’s words certainly helped.
“Please, I need it,” she pleaded, a desperate look on her face. The perverted echoes of his girlfriend’s fingers plunging into her cunt reached John’s ears. “Give it to me, tiger, give me all of your hot cum. I want it so bad. I need it. Cum all over me.”
With one last, loud grunt, he fulfilled her request. He could barely see it, stars dancing before his eyes when the first shot of the virile liquid splattered out and across Rave’s face. Eyes closed, tongue stretched out, Rave’s desperate panting reached its height when she tasted his cum, felt more of it drop on her tits, and finally rubbed herself over the edge that she had avoided falling down until that point. Her lower body shot up, several waves of pattering could be heard as she squirted her love juices into the air.
John let out the breath he had held without knowing as he got off Rave. “Whew, that was… wow…” he said. “A bit more wow than usual.”
“New toys are always more exciting,” Rave joked, scooping some semen off her boobs. Glancing up to him as he, with clearly weak legs, chose to stand next to the couch, she rose an eyebrow in confusion. “Why ya no sitting?”
“Because I overshot the goal and now there is cum all over the couch,” he said, scratching his head. “And on the other side, you made a mess.”
“Well, we gotta stop having mind-blowing sex all the time,” Rave shrugged as she slowly rose up. Her top fell over her chest in the process, soaking up the pretty filthy liquid. “Darnit,” she cursed when she noticed. “I feel like a mess. Everything is slushy and just wooooow,” she gasped, sounding a bit like Sylph. “I’m fully against having mind-blowing sex, if that wasn’t clear.”
“I think the lesson here is to not send out both Aclysia and Beatrice at the same time when we’re getting nasty,” John declared, watching Rave get on all fours. “What’s that going to be once you get done?”
“Clean-up,” she announced, winking at him in her whimsical way, before lapping up the seed John had spread on the seating. It was doubtful that actually served to make the couch any cleaner. Aclysia was doing the chores around here, so everything had basically maxed out hygiene.
What it did do, however, was presenting John with his girlfriend’s perfect ass while she moaned about his cum tasting so good. That she wiggled it seductively only laid testament to the fact that she knew exactly what she was doing there. John’s dick twitched, and with an overplayed sigh he got behind her. As much fun as her bigger breasts were, he could not deny what he was: a decisive ass-man. Their pretty empty Monday continued to be eventless.
Now where were Aclysia and Beatrice?
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