It built until it exploded

The girls were hungover and slept in. I left and worked out, then brought them back some breakfast burritos. They devoured the burritos and then started getting dressed for the Halloween bar crawl.

Lauren brought me my outfit. She had a very specific look in mind. This was around the time of the Christopher Nolan movie, so there were going to be a lot of Tom Hardy Banes out there. Which would be smart, because he wears a fur lined coat, and it was the end of October in Colorado. But Lauren wanted me to have a classic Bane look: the roided out Mexican professional wrestler. She handed me a spandex mask that covered my entire head with big read eyes. Then gave me a black spandex wrestling singlet.

She smiled as she handed it to me, “Monica told me you used to wrestle so you should be comfortable in this.”

Shit. Hopefully it wasn’t too cold out. At least it had full length spandex pants. I didn’t put my costume on right away. I knew it would take forever for them to get ready.

I wasn’t in it long, when Monica came strutting out of the bedroom in her Catwoman outfit. I had to stand up to watch her. Tight black spandex hugged her thick thighs and wide hips. She turned around to show me the amazing curves of her ass. The black top came up and pushed her cleavage together. She wore a mask over her eyes, and cat ears in her wavy brunette hair. She looked so fucking sexy.

She walked up and kissed me. She said, “I know I look good, but calm down hunny. I could see your bulge growing in your spandex pants.”

Oh shit. I forgot about that. That would be something I would need to pay attention to.

Next Lauren came out of the bedroom. She was wearing a green one-piece corset that pushed up her massive cleavage. Her big thick legs were exposed and painted in bright green vines. She wore a redheaded wig to cover her dark hair. Her makeup was done up in green swirls.

The first thing I could thing to say was, “You’re gonna be so cold.”

She quickly responded, “Then you’ll have to keep me warm then, Bane. I’ll control you with my plant pheromones. But you look good in your costume. It’s not too tight?”

“No, you picked the right size,” I responded. It was so hard to look at her face and not at her massive boobs about to spill out of her top.

“Really? Because it’s looking a little snug in the crotch.” She giggled.

I took my hand and pull out the spandex, adjusting myself. This may become a problem.

We went to the bars to day drink. So did hundreds of other young twenty-somethings. Most everyone was dressed up. Our trio received some attention. At least the girls did. They got offered a lot of shots. I wasn’t too uncomfortable in my revealing costume. Being in the full mask helped: knowing no one could see my face. The worst part was having to drop my straps to piss.

We made it to quite a few bars. Luckily it was sunny out, but the walk between bars in our skimpy costumes sucked. Both big women snuggled against me as we walked. My arms hugged both of them tight.

Monica was definitely wasted. She kept trying to play with my cock through my spandex pants like she was a cat with a string. I kept having to swat her hand away.

Lauren was constantly pulling up her top so her boobs didn’t fall out. It was impossible that I hadn’t seen her nipples yet. I wrangled them into a cab, saying “We have to get home before something bad happens.”

In the cab, I was scrunched in the middle between the two women. Monica kept trying to rub my dick. So I trapped both her hands with mine. Then Lauren reached over and started rubbing my bulge through the spandex.

Monica manically laughed, “You can’t stop our evil plans. We’re invincible.”

I argued, “I’m a bad guy too. We’re all trying to stop Batman!”

Lauren’s lips brushed my ear and she sucked on my lobe. She sensually whispered in my ear, “I have another plan in mind.”