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Contains: Breast Expansion, Giantess
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Goddesses’ Bet
IX
Taylor strode down the hall of the men’s dorms. Haley was hiding in the library as usual, and she had good news she needed to share with someone.
–knock knock–
“Come in!”
Taylor stepped into Mark’s room, feeling a tingle as her hair brushed faintly against the frame. Mark was sitting at his desk, playing some game, but he got up when he saw her.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
She looked around the room for his creepy roommate.
“Chet’s at class.”
She stepped toward him, grinning like an idiot. “You’ll never guess what happened!”
Mark’s eyes widened, and he took a few steps back. She’d been getting reactions like that more and more lately and backed up a little herself. “Sorry…”
“What, um, what happened?” Mark asked, worry creasing his brow.
“Coach moved me up to Middle Hitter!”
“Really? That’s great!”
She grinned down at him. “You have no clue what that means, do you?”
Mark looked at the floor. “Not really…”
Taylor sighed. “I played Libero before, always in the back.”
“Okay.”
“And Coach said, now that I’m so tall, I should be up front with Shantel making plays.” She didn’t add the coach’s remark about her being slower, all but saying that her massive tits were the cause.
“That’s really cool,” Mark said, “I’m happy for you.”
He looked up at her again, spreading his arms to give her a hug. She stepped up to him slowly, wrapping her arms around him. Her boobs squished against his chest, rising up to mound against his cheeks.
“I’m so excited,” she said, squeezing him tightly, “I get to start at our game with Northeastern next week.”
“C-congratulations…” He said, his voice cracking adorably.
She met his eyes, his face looking oddly red. “It’s kinda weird being taller than you…”
“Yeah…”
Taylor waited for him to say more, but at the rattling doorknob, she dropped Mark and took a quick step back. Mark gulped air, flailing his arms to keep from falling on his ass. Taylor turned to see Chet gaping up at her.
“Hey.”
“Oh, um, hey,” Chet said.
Turning back to Mark, she said, “Alright, I’m gonna go. I need a shower real bad. See you at dinner?”
Mark nodded.
***
Mark unpaused his game, but the encounter with Taylor kept running through his mind. Chet hadn’t given him too much shit about it, aside from calling him an idiot.
Why did Taylor coming into his room like that feel so familiar? And why had he enjoyed being almost crushed by his huge friend? She’d obviously come straight from practice; she should have stank. Instead, those giant boobs smashed into him just smelled like… her. Gym floors and locker rooms and… woman. The scent still lingered in his nose almost half an hour later, making “Little Mark” twitch.
Anyway, why had she come to him instead of Haley? Were they still on the outs? Maybe he should say something to Haley.
***
Standing in the steaming water, a shiver of pleasure rolled through Taylor’s body. It was everything she’d wanted and more. She’d finally get a chance to show off her skills for Mark—and help the team, of course. She had to squat to get her hair under the shower head, and the warm water tingled as it ran down her back and around her boobs hanging from her chest. A star athlete with tits the size of watermelons, what more could Mark want? She’d definitely crush that mousy nerd now.
Why did the thought of crushing Haley under her boobs sound so good?
***
While Haley was still a nerd, she was further from “mousy” than she’d ever been. She rebuttoned her cardigan, walking over to the store counter where the lady who’d once matched her height now barely stood eye-level with her breasts.
“Alright, I’m putting an order in for a 34S. It should be here by next Tuesday.”
“Could you add a 34T?” Haley asked. “I’ll probably need it soon, and it’ll save me a trip.”
The shop employee looked up past the swell of Haley’s chest. Did she look… scared? Surely not…
“That’s a good idea,” she said, “Thinking ahead…”
Haley zoned out, recalling the previous night.
“Did you get taller than me again?” Taylor snapped.
“I’ve always been taller than you.”
“You weren’t a week ago!”
Haley paused the movie. “If you’re gonna be such a baby about it, let’s check.” She rose from the couch, its wood frame creaking in protest.
“Fine!”
Taylor and Haley stood back to back. Their heads didn’t quite reach the ceiling, but they’d started ducking to get through doors. Both glared down at Mark, still sitting on the couch.
“Well?” Haley said.
“Well, what?” The idiot asked.
“Who’s taller?” Taylor demanded.
Mark gulped. Was he sweating? “Um… H-Haley, but just barely… like, an inch, I guess.”
The girls spun to face each other; Haley couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out.
Taylor said, “Yeah, well, my boobs are still the biggest!” She straightened her back and thrust her chest forward for emphasis.
“Not a chance!” Haley mirrored Taylor’s posture until two sets of basketball-sized glands pressed into each other.
They looked at Mark again. His eyes were wide as plates, and he simply shook his head. Taylor glared, and he said, “T-they look the same…”
Haley clicked her tongue. “What size are you wearing?”
“An S-cup!” Taylor snapped.
“Me too!” Haley tried to growl, but it came out as more of a moan.
“Um…” Mark said, “I’m gonna go…”
He was halfway to the door before she noticed. “But we haven’t finished the episode?”
“We can watch it another time,” he said, “I think you two have some stuff to work out.”
Taylor turned to follow Mark out, but Haley caught her by the arm. “You are not chasing him down.”
“I wasn’t gonna… let me go!”
Haley released her, and they collapsed back onto the couch, which gave a loud –crack– as one of its legs snapped.
***
The worst thing about suddenly and unexpectedly growing into a demigoddess was that Haley found herself aroused at the most inconvenient times. Sitting in the library reading romance novels was one thing, but it started happening while she was in a lecture, reviewing her notes for a paper, or simply sitting in the cafeteria.
The professor was describing the horse tribes of the Eurasian Steppe when images of her absurdly sexy body riding Mark popped unbidden into Haley’s mind. Though now that she stood so much taller than him, maybe he’d be the one to ride her.
As she copied over the data from her chemistry lab, tracking the combustive reactions various chemicals had, Haley imagined how explosive Mark’s shout would be when he came inside her.
Going through the salad bar line in the cafeteria, Haley glanced at a stack of cucumber slices, wondering if the whole vegetables they’d once been were bigger than Mark’s “pickle.” Maybe he was that big. Maybe even bigger.
Locked in a bathroom stall, Haley’s bare ass spilled over the closed toilet seat, and her widened hips bumped the paper dispenser. For the third time that day, she had a hand between her legs and another up her sweater, stroking her pussy as she twiddled a nipple. She preferred the privacy of her dorm room, but she didn’t have time between classes to get across campus and back. As it became more and more awkward to wedge herself into desks and chairs made for average-size people, Haley liked to get to class early.
The outer door clicked open, and Haley heard the thumping of footsteps as another girl entered the bathroom. She froze in panic. She should have stopped, but she was so close. If she broke her rhythm now, she’d have to work herself all the way back up again after the other girl left. Softening her breath, as quietly as she could, Haley slid two fingers in and out, holding herself on the edge while she waited.
***
Taylor stood at the bathroom sink, examining her reflection. She’d come in for a quick fit check, but as usual, she looked amazing. Over the past few months, she’d needed less and less makeup. That morning, she couldn’t find anything about her face she could fix or improve. Her skin was smooth and clear, her cheeks rosy, her lips plump and pink. She was now waking up looking better than she had with a full face six months ago.
Leaning forward to fit her whole head in the mirror gave Taylor a clear view of her wide, tanned cleavage. Between her incredible height, cover-model face, and ginormous tits, Taylor’s own reflection was making her horny. She checked her phone. It looked so tiny in her hand that heat blossomed between her legs. She had time before her next class; maybe she could…
“Mmm!”
Taylor smirked at her reflection. Someone else was in here, and it sounded like they were having a real struggle. They should probably eat more salad.
“Ahh!”
The other girl’s whimper turned into a cute little gasp. Taylor stared at the stall door reflected in the mirror. That wasn’t a struggle sound; someone was having a good time in there. More importantly, she recognized that voice.
In two strides of her long legs, she stood at the stall door. She didn’t even need to stand on tip-toe to see the top of a familiar white-haired head. She pulled the door open effortlessly, metal flexing as the pin snapped out of its catch.
Haley sat there, skirt around her knees, hand between her legs. She gasped when the door opened, holding her other hand out as if she could hide behind it.
“Taylor? What the fuck?”
“Oh my,” Taylor said smugly, “What naughty language, Haleykins.”
“What do you want?” Haley growled.
“Well… I was gonna duck into one of these stalls and rub one out, but it looks like you beat me to it…”
Taylor stepped into the stall, pulling the door closed behind her and snapping the lock back into place.
“W-what…?” Haley’s hand slid out of her lap. She leaned back on the seat, holding both hands out like she was waiting to set a ball.
The stall was very cramped with both of them inside, and Haley had nowhere to go as Taylor leaned in closer. “Why don’t we… help each other out?”
She thrust her massive, aching tits into Haley’s outstretched palms, slipping a hand between her friend’s thighs to find her sopping wet. When she stroked a finger along Haley’s folds, it broke her “deer in the headlights” stare, and her fingers dug into her tits.
Taylor hadn’t expected it to feel so good to have someone else’s hands on them. She’d been touched, of course, when she got measured or when she hugged one of her teammates, but this was different. Haley worked her tits like giant balls of dough, sending sparks of heat down her body to gather between her own legs. She’d only meant to tease her friend, to get a rise out of her and see her get all flustered. But they were in it now.
She arched her back, giving Haley’s eager hands better access. She used one hand to play with Haley’s tits as the other worked between her legs. She imagined it was Mark’s hands on her tits, but when Haley let out another soft moan, Taylor undid her fly and guided Haley’s hand inside.
***
Fulla saw Titania lying back on her divan, one hand buried in her diaphanous white gown. Her eyes were unfocused, but Fulla didn’t need to guess what she was watching. She used her own Sight to check in on the mortal subjects of their wager.
Mark was playing some silly game with his roommate; nothing to see there.
Taylor and Haley, however, were crammed into a bathroom stall… fornicating.
Fulla snapped her vision back. “Oh, heavens above!”
Titania’s jolted up from her reclined posture. “Zeus’ cock, Fulls, don’t sneak up on me like that!”
Fulla pinched her nose between her thumb and forefinger in a vain attempt to forestall her oncoming headache. “Language, Titania…”
Titania rolled her eyes, slumping back onto the divan with a huff that made her plenteous breasts wobble. “Just go away; I was enjoying the show.”
“I see naught to enjoy about this situation. If those mortal women fall for each other, we shall both forfeit.”
Titania scoffed. “They’re not falling for each other. They’re just getting… What did Xochi call it? Sexually liberated.”
Fulla huffed.
“It’s simple,” Titania said, “The hornier they get, the sooner one of them will make a move obvious enough for that blind idiot to notice.”
Fulla crossed her arms under her breastplate with a sigh. “Perhaps.”
“Either way, it’s fun to watch.” Titania settled herself again, her eyes drifting back to the cramped stall.
Fulla stalked away. The younger goddess had a point, but she certainly wasn’t going to watch Taylor and Haley pleasure each other. Not in the same room with Titania, anyway.
***
Haley’s head swam. Taylor had groped her before, but she’d never gone this far. Why did someone else’s hands feel so much better than her own? She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to imagine it was Mark’s hand on her breast, the long fingers inside her as Mark’s hard length. But having her own hands on an enormous breast and down a girl’s shorts spoiled the effect. She focused her imagination, sharpened and honed by a stack of smutty books, slipping deeper into her fantasy.
Taylor moaned above her. “Hmmm, faster, Mark…”
Haley’s eyes shot open, getting a panoramic view of Taylor’s cleavage. Her friend’s head hovered above her, face twisted in painful pleasure, and though she’d whispered Mark’s name, her eyes were locked on Haley.
Smiling up at her friend, Haley whispered, “More, Mark…”
***
Across campus, a chill ran up Mark’s spine. His body twitched, and he almost dropped the controller in his hands. Chet executed a flawless combo, sending Mark’s character sailing to the edge of the screen. Massive letters filled the screen, and the game voice announced, “K.O.”
“Man, you didn’t even try to block me,” Chet said. “Are you letting me win, asshole?”
“Sorry, something weird just happened.”
“Huh?”
“You know, like, someone just walked over my grave or whatever.”
“Are you fucking high? And didn’t even offer me some?”
“Never mind. Let’s rematch.”
