'Relaxing' with Betty, poolside

As much fun as it was to flirt with Betty, especially since she was so receptive, you had to remind yourself that there was a good chance your male libido was causing her to grow uncontrollably. You were supposed to be spending your time relaxing and preparing for another league match, not ogling Betty: getting the chance to see her in a lewd swimsuit (and now practically nude except for her thong) had just been icing—very sexy icing—on the cake. But now there was enough icing to almost crush the cake… or something. You were never that great at analogies, and watching Betty’s huge jiggling body was turning your brain to useless mush.

From her position on the remnants of the flattened chair, Betty looked over to you with blushing cheeks, “I grew again… and I broke the chair.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of this gigantic goddess of a girl giving you a look of shock and embarrassment, even as she towered above you from her sitting position on the floor. You sarcastically nodded, “I know, I had quite the view of that poor defenseless chair being crushed to **** by Boob-zilla.”

Betty crossed her arms in a mock pout, lifting and squeezing her vigorously wobbling chest in the process of whining, “Hey!”

Realizing that you were moments away from getting on the bad side of a girl at least three times taller and who knows how many times heavier than you, you quickly threw your hands up, “Then again I’m sure the chair had it coming!” Betty huffed and narrowed her eyes, but you could tell she was holding back a smirk at your playful commentary. You added hopefully, “And I’m sure the wonderful Boob-zilla wouldn’t dare flatten an innocent man? Especially a cute, handsome one?”

After a moment of trying to glare at you, Betty sighed and rolled her eyes in playful resignation, “Lucky for you, she spares the cute ones. But if I hear another ‘Boob-zilla’ crack out of you, I swear I’ll trap you under these things until I get apology!” Just to make her point, Betty shrugged her shoulders, threateningly bouncing her two tremendously heavy breasts up and down against her arms.

After a few moments of staring you tried to think straight: if she was growing because of your excitement, you had to try and calm down, no matter how alluringly big and bouncy she was… You managed to look up at Betty’s smiling face and admit, “Okay okay, point proven! I think Tom the Terrible would be crushed faster than the chair if Boob-zilla so much as sat in his lap, anyway.” Betty shot you a look and leaned threateningly forwards, looming her humongous breasts over you while you shouted, “Kidding, KIDDING!” until she accepted your apology and sat back with a satisfied little bounce. Happy to have avoided being crushed by an irritated giantess, you lay back with a relieved sigh.

The broken seat crunched beneath Betty’s bulk as she shifted, “Well, you are right about one thing… these stupid chairs aren’t strong enough for me.” Worse yet, with her cute swimsuit busted, Betty worried that her plan to have you enjoy some of her ‘patented Wonder Bust eye-candy’ had hit a snag. She had hoped to lie down next to you, and maybe wiggle or bounce around whenever you were looking, but now what was she supposed to do? Just sit on the floor? The 10’ girl looked around for something else to rest on, though she found her eyes constantly wandering back to your inviting looking lap, which she had to remind herself she was unfortunately too damn big to sit in now.

Then again… Betty couldn’t help but deviously wonder if perhaps she could fit in your lap. You might not be left with much room, but then again maybe a little payback for all your ‘Boob-zilla’ jokes was in order. Betty squeezed her crossed arms with a quizzical, “Hmmmm…” though she was making sure to heft her gigantic chest in a very jiggly manner, in plain sight of your position. There was a hint of wickedness in her voice as she asked, “Hey, do you think two chairs would fit me?” Betty looked at you as if waiting for approval, while gently heaving her perky bosom back and forth while you tried not to stare.

You looked down the row of sun-chairs that you were sitting in the middle of, “I think at your size it would take more like… all of them.”

As if that was just the answer she wanted to hear, Betty flashed a grin as she lurched in your direction, “You’re probably right! I’ll just lie down here, then.” You could only gawp as Betty, still beaming, set her long arms on either side of the chairs and began hoisting her impossibly huge 10’ figure overhead. Your surprise mixed with awe as her ballooning chest swung over, threatening to fill (and overflow) the entire chair that you had once found very spacious to sit on.

While you were still wrapping your head around Betty’s plan (and ogling the mounds of flesh she was waving in front of you), she carefully slid her huge legs onto several tanning chairs, causing them to bend and strain beneath her. After making sure that they weren’t going to collapse under her hefty round ass, Betty smiled in triumph and began to drop her humongous chest downwards onto the rest of the chairs (and the one you were stuck in). As a massive naked breast descended inches from your face, you finally found your voice and stammered, “H-hey! These chairs aren’t big enough for the two of us, you know!” You scooted away, bracing yourself against the mesh backing of the chair to try and make as much room as possible for the giant girl that was dropping into place at your feet.

For a moment you gasped as Betty’s huge nipple grazed the tip of your erection, and Betty’s carefree giggling floated down from above, “That’s okay, Boob-zilla doesn’t mind sharing a seat!” Oh no, was she still hung up on that?

You tried to disagree, “Well I do! There’s no way you’ll fit!” but the huge girl didn’t seem concerned with how very, very cramped she was about to make your seat.

Still lowering her tremendous body towards you, Betty rolled her eyes and chided, “Don’t be such a dork, it’s not like you need every chair for yourself!” While she was focusing on trying not to crush any more furniture, Betty allowed her enormous bosom to sway gently back and forth within a worryingly close proximity to your torso.

You had been about to argue when a couch-sized wall of boob wobbled in your direction, squishing your torso back against the chair before you could get a word out. After a moment her warm flesh bounced away, only to slam back into you again, leaving you grumbling, “Well you could have left me the ONE chair!” However your voice was muffled as Betty’s boob bounced firmly against your chest and arms while she clumsily tried to fit herself onto the half dozen chairs she was now lying across.

Unaware of the fact that she was rubbing against you every time she moved, Betty shrugged, “Well my mild-mannered alter-ego Wonder Bust might have left you a place to sit, but Boob-zilla needs eeevery inch of space for her monster jugs, haha!” Despite your earlier attempts to give her room, Betty very purposefully decided to use your chair to hold her enormous rack, and began resting her breasts across the seat and your lap. Worse yet, as she settled into place her gigantic breasts spread against the mesh chairs under her own weight, and you quickly found your torso caught between the side of her softly ballooning flesh and the unyielding backrest. Your arms were pried to the sides as Betty’s flesh squashed against your face and poured over the sides of the chair, leaving you pressed up against her continuously jiggling skin.

Unable to see you past her shoulder and therefore unaware of how badly she was squishing you, Betty decided she was content with her spot and dropped the rest of her weight onto the chairs with a girlish little, “Oof!” The chairs squeaked dangerously underneath Betty’s immense, quivering weight, but held. From the side, it was evident where Betty’s curvy, lounging body was heaviest: the chairs beneath her hips and chest bent significantly under her overwhelming flesh. Your chair in particular bulged nearly to the floor, bobbing under the weight of Betty’s heavy jiggling breasts. The only sign of you was the faint shape of a man’s body interrupting the otherwise smooth round bulge that Betty’s boob made in the seat’s mesh fabric. After several seconds of bouncing precariously up and down, Betty was satisfied that she wasn’t about to crash to the floor, and exclaimed smugly, “Ha! And you said I wouldn’t fit!” You would have shouted for her attention, but Betty wiggled in place to accentuate her great achievement of lying down without crushing every piece of furniture beneath her, which also ground you into the chair mercilessly and made you groan as your sensitive genitals were smeared right against her soft nipple.

Eager to gloat some more (and to hopefully catch you ogling her), Betty turned her head to search for you. Betty raised her eyebrows when she noticed that her breasts were quite literally overflowing one of the sun-chairs, pouring off the sides onto nearby chairs and brimming nearly over the angled backrest. Betty took a moment to smugly appreciate her own size, before realizing with a grin that the chair she had so effortlessly filled was the one you had been sitting in. If she looked closely she could even tell that you were still there, just buried under her mounds of warm jiggly flesh. Better yet, it looked like you were getting a big face and armful of her best features! And to top it all off, Betty noticed she could feel something very hard poking against her nipple from below, which she took as a reward for her choice of seating.

Finding your position hilarious, Betty quipped, “Uh oh, looks like Boob-zilla has claimed her first victim! The innocent Terrible Tommy got much more of a handful than he bargained for with his mega-sized pool partner!” When you didn’t (couldn’t) respond, Betty assumed she had simply shut you up with her clever banter, and gladly basked in the sun while leaving you to wobble helplessly beneath her. Obviously, Betty presumed, you wouldn’t mind a little more time with the best and bounciest part of her body, right? Eventually she noticed you were being uncharacteristically quiet and looked over her shoulder again. Taking a closer look at your position, it became clear that Betty had underestimated just how flattened you were: her doughy flesh had engulfed every bit of your body, splaying you to the chair beneath her. While watching you jiggle back and forth Betty mumbled, “Ooh… that’s why you’re not saying anything huh?” Betty considered the annoyed Mmmffhf! a confirmation, and chuckled as she reached down and unlatched your chair’s backrest, letting it fall flat.

You sprawled onto your back along the now flat chair, gasping for breath before Betty’s unrestrained boob came down with a heaving bounce and landed on your midsection. Betty, apparently amused by just how much she had put you through without even trying, giggled at your exhausted expression, “There! Now that you aren’t up to your neck in tits, do you maybe have anything you’d like to say?” Of course, she didn’t bother getting off of you, leaving everything from your stomach down covered in her warm, soft flesh.

You looked over and caught the immensely smug look that Betty was giving you from above, and managed a weak, “Yeah… Boob-zilla: 1, Tom the Terrible: 0.”

Betty’s face contorted as she tried to glare while holding back hysterical laughter, “snnrk- you little smartass! Okay then, back you go~!” Using just one finger, Betty lifted the backrest of your chair again. Your eyes widened as you saw you were headed straight for a bulging wall of boob flesh. As Betty pivoted you forwards, your stomach, chest, then shoulders slowly depressed into her flesh, sealing more and more of your body against her as she went. You stuck your arms out to slow yourself but it hardly mattered, as your hands only sunk into her supple skin and made her laugh as you squished further and further into her.

You stammered, “It was a joke!” as Betty very slowly inched your face closer to the smooth curvature of her bosom, still watching you with a bemused grin. As your face began to squish into her warm flesh you blurted, “Okay okay Wonder Bust, sorry! No more Boob-zilla jokes!”

The pressure against your body paused as Betty considered your apology, “Hmmmm…” Betty really hadn’t cared about the jokes in the first place (she thought they were pretty funny actually) but she just wanted an excuse to mess with you. After taking a moment to wiggle back and forth, grinding herself into your lap and your face, Betty chirped, “Okay! Apology accepted, cutie. Also, on second thought, I kinda like the name Boob-zilla, so feel free to call me that whenever, heehee!” Betty laughed as she brought her hand away, leaving you stuck in place again with your face half-pressed into her.

You grumbled, “Wait a minute, can’t you, you know, lower my friggin chair back?” You tried to reach your arms around to hopefully lower it yourself, but you couldn’t get your hands past Betty’s gigantic boob. You were pretty much stuck.

Betty had already laid her head down on a chair, lounging casually while you remained uncomfortably squeezed against her, and she mumbled back coyly, “I dunno, I’m already pretty comfy like this...” Of course, the reason Betty found it so comfortable was all the skin-on-skin contact she was getting with you. The sensation of you practically being hugged to the side of her sensitive boob was too much to give up right away! Of course for you, the careless tone of her voice was slightly irritating, but there wasn’t much you could do in retaliation from your spot.