FPC Day 7 - Go with Lara

"Yes please," you say.

Lara calls for a ride and you both sneak away. Tiff texts you, and you text back that you need a break.

You and Lara go to a restaurant in the city.

It's so good to be away from the cameras for a minute, even though people out here stare at your boobs too.

Lara seems really happy with your decision in the game. She likes to win, obviously.

You sit in the booth while she goes to the bar. She's 22, so she can get drinks. You didn't ask for one, but she brings you one anyway. Well... there is no game tomorrow, so why not?

It feels good to relax, finally... today was not easy. Reality TV stuff... a full match. FUTA is making you work. Well... stardom is hard.

Lara is looking at you, but not at your tits. At first you kind of assumed that she was like you, just... very horny. But she does not look horny.

"You've noticed, haven't you?" she asks.

"What?"

"That there's something weird going on."

You think about it. The party. Your boobs. FUTA itself. Yeah...

"What are you getting at?" you ask her, sipping while you wait for your food.

"I don't know yet," Lara says, looking worried. "But I'll sort it out. Will it upset you if I ask about that?" She looks meaningfully at your chest.

"I don't know how it happened. I went to a party, and I think maybe I got injected with something," you say. That's how you remember it.

"And you grew that overnight?"

"I guess so."

"That doesn't make you curious?"

Umm... that's a good question. "There's been so much going on," you say.

Lara smiles at you. "You're right. Don't mind me." She clinks glasses with you and changes the subject back to FUTA. You wonder what kind of stupid stuff they will make you do tomorrow... and who you will have to play against on Friday.

Tomorrow you will try to do some running and drills on your own to see if there's a way to manage these breasts and still be a good attacker.

Lara seems to approve. It feels good to be doing OK!

You eat and then go back to camp... you needed a break, but you are ready to deal with the cameras again. As you walk back toward the cabin, Lara notices lights on in the main building.

"Who's still in there this late?" she wonders. "You go on back. I'll check it out."

Lara is so cool.

"I'll come too," you say.

You go inside, but no one is there. The yoga rooms, the gym... the offices are locked up. There does not seem to be anyone around.

"Hmm..." Lara looks troubled. She sits in a chair in the lobby to think. You wonder what she is so suspicious about.

It's pretty late... the big, empty building is a bit spooky, but the lights are on, so you are not scared.

Lara seems... bothered. You know what's going on! She is like you... and you did just go on a date. Kind of. She must have thought she was getting laid tonight! Well... you are tired, but... Lara is awesome, and you really like her.

"OK," you say, laughing. "I get it."

"Get what?" she asks, staring at the office section of the building.

"I know what you need." You kneel down in front of her, and she seems to wake up from her... whatever she was thinking.

"Oh," she says. "Oh, what?"

"Shhh," you say, getting your fingers into her shorts and underwear.

"Oh. Oh. If you insist," she says, blushing. She lifts up her hips from the chair so you can slide her shorts and panties down, exposing her penis, which is swelling up right in front of your eyes.

"That's not what I was after," she says.

"Really?"

"Well, not tonight," she said.

"You want me to stop?"

"God no," she says. "Although we are... in public."

"Nobody's here." The building is dead silent! You touch her cock as soon as it's hard... you love the way it just curves for no reason! It's so cute. "Good job in the game today. Here's your reward from your captain," you say.

"Oh god," she laughs.

You pull off your t-shirt, then your sports bra too to go topless... your huge knocks bounce out, jiggling like crazy. Lara licks her lips, and her cock twitches. A lazy drop of precum rolls down her shaft.

You pick up your shockingly heavy boobs and surround Lara's penis with them. The precum rubs around quickly, lubricating them. Lara puts her head back and lets out a shuddering breath.

"Fuck," she gasps. You giggle and massage her penis with your breasts, which are... more than big enough to do it.

Your sensitive nipples rub against her body as well, and that gets you going downstairs...

Lara grips the arms of the chair. You smother her cock with your boobs, watching her cute little head come poking up out of the breast sandwich each time you push down. It feels good for you too...

"Don't stop," she breathes. You keep rolling that soft flesh up and down, pushing against her a bit harder, because it feels good for you too. You are hard. It's like your nipples have a direct connection to your penis...

"Yes," she gasps.

You stare at the tip of her penis, hypnotized by the way it appears and disappears as you titfuck her with your slippery boobs.

Her body locks up and her knuckles turn white. You speed up, and you are shocked by the sudden burst of hotness on your face as she shoots it out. Lara lets out a surprisingly loud, and also surprisingly girly cry and shoves up her hips, spewing more across your face, neck, and breasts. It just keeps coming... that's a huge load. It's everywhere.

She falls back in the chair, limp and trembling.

You get up and sit on the edge of the chair, stroking her hair, a little breathless yourself... you creamed your underwear when she came, and you feel like you just ran a marathon.

"How's that?" you ask.

She gazes up at you breathlessly. "Are you a goddess?" she asks, smiling.

"I'll take it," you say.

Then you notice that someone is watching. You and Lara both look up at... Annette.

She is by the doors to the offices. She must have come out. Was she working late?

Her face is bright red. Yours is too. You are topless, and absolutely covered in cum. It's dripping down your face and off your swaying breasts.

"Hi," you say.

"Oh, don't mind me," Annette says. She doesn't look mad. She looks really happy. She quickly leaves.

Lara lets out a breath and wipes her sweaty face.

"That's not normal," she says.

"Can we just go to bed?" You need a towel or something...

"OK..." Lara says.