The Simons vs The Martin

A short laugh escaped Mrs. Martin. "Ho! Yes, of course You can't even see it from here, can you?"

Celine smiled, clearly enjoying the reaction, but continued on a gentle tone. "Well, why don’t you turn around, so we can have a better view?"

"Uh, yes, of course."

Penelope complied, turned to present her rear to her friend and her son, which made her face Silas. Much to his surprise, there wasn’t a hint of frustration or embarrassment on her face. If she was looking unsettled, it was more in the way of someone that just witnessed a miracle. She leaned in, bringing her face close to Silas's, and lowering her sunglasses, she whispered "Just wow! Did you see that?".

Silas could only nod discreetly, but his delighted expression was more than enough of an answer. "So, what do you think?" Penelope asked over her shoulder, now genuinely smiling.

Celine didn’t miss a beat; her smirk not fadeding. "Listen, Penelope," she drawled, trailing a finger down the curve of Penelope’s butt. "With a lower body like yours—those thighs, that butt—you've got next-level charisma. You are glowing even going commando. That thong? It’s simply the cherry on top."

Arthur chuckled. "No kidding. Absolute goddess stats," he agreed with a clap on his thigh.

"That is, if you forget about the vegetables in your lady parts. That zucchini pushing at your underwear kind of takes away from the 'goddess' vibe," Celine concluded.

"Thank you, Celine," Penelope replied good-naturedly. "I suppose this kind of small mishap is a fair price to pay. It is precisely thanks to the 60 kg of groceries I transport twice a week down there that I have legs like these." Then, whispering to Silas, "This weekend, we need to seriously work on my uterus."

Meanwhile, Arthur had resumed his mysterious task, and Silas now saw him pinching—or perhaps massaging—his mother's nipples. 'What are you doing, Arthur?' he asked.

“I’m helping Mom’s nipples to close. They're always a little tired after grocery shopping.”

“And just before that, what were you doing? Well, if it's allowed to ask,” Silas added, turning to Mrs. Simon. “I thought I heard something, kind of a whoosh? Were you blowing into your mom's nipples to re-inflate her breasts?”

“Yeah, and then I'll tie them in a knot so the air doesn't escape, just like with a balloon,” Arthur responded mockingly.

“Wow, for real?! That's so cool!”

Mrs. Simon let out a light chuckle, shaking her head. “Come on, Silas. Arthur is just kidding around. Breasts aren't balloons, you know.” She paused, her smile softening as she looked at the boy. “You can’t inflate them by simply blowing into a nipple.”

Silas, instantly deflated by the dismissal, pouted.

A warm, knowing look crossed Mrs. Simon's face. “Oh, don’t give me that look,” she purred “Come and see at how it actually works,” then, casually inserting her two indexes in her nipple, she proceed to pull it open, revealing a slick and multicolored plastic surface. The variegated hues contrasted starkly against the dusky and puckered skin of her areola. Penelope angled herself behind her son, doing her best to get a better view without pressing her massive belly against her son. The young man, utterly captivated by the spectacle of Celine’s fingers prying open her own tit, didn’t register the gentle brush on his back.

“Beach balls!” he gasped in sheer wonder. “You’ve put beach balls in your breasts!”

Mrs. Simon chuckled, adjusting her posture. “They’re the absolute best way to keep things shaped and stable. And to make sure they’re comfy for daily wear, we coat them in a mix of coconut oil and cocoa butter.” Her eyes flicked up to meet Penelope’s gaze, a knowing wink slipping into the gesture.

“Mom, I was just done closing this one!” Arthur protested, reaching out to gently touch the taut skin.

“I’m just showing Penelope and Silas. It's not a big deal this girl is yawning a bit for the ride. I'll just turn up the heating a little, that's all.”

Penelop tilted her head on the side, here eyes focused entirely on Celine’s chest. “It looks like they are pretty much capable of holding up on their own.” she muttered almost as just for herself. ”Do you even use bras?”

Her friend dismissed the question with a hand. “Bras? They’re a thing of the past for me. I don’t own a single one! I did try order custom-made ones when the girls were a bit smaller, it was insane—crazy expensive and you know what ? It was also by far less comfortable than simply letting them free.”

Penelop eyebrows raised in disbelief “Really ? Even at your current size? Even when moving around?” she pressed, leaning in just a little.

“Even more so.” Celine chuckled again, shifting her weight to demonstrate. “As you can see right now, those beauties are perfectly capable of carrying themselves. They bounce with life but never hurts me. They do a far better left free than in any piece of fabric I constrained them in. I just had to trust them, finally letting them breathe.” She patted her own chest affectionately.

Penelope leaned even closer, her eyes narrowed. “But I can’t believe they never get in the way, not at this size.” Silas watched his mother's face, noticing the intensity in her gaze. ‘Just curiosity’ he though, noticing his breath catching slightly. Even so, it was quite a drastic change compared to here position a few minutes ago.

"Oh, they do. I’m not going to lie. They get in the way sometimes. But what I’m saying is that before all this stretch, they did get in the way. Now? They may get a bit rowdy but they always just feel right. I even took up soccer again, you know? Of course, I can't carry 60kg of groceries in them, but for everyday life, you’ll admit there are some serious advantages."

"Well, I understand why you think that’s great," Penelope conceded, "but I wouldn’t go so far talking about serious advantages..."

"What?!" Arthur immediately protested, thrown off balance, but Celine simply smirked, not taking her eyes off her friend.

"Tell me, Penny," she purred, her voice dropping slightly, "could it be that you’re envious?"

Penelope waved a dismissive hand. "Me? Pff… of what exactly? Of having to keep pool toys up my holes all day long? It's clear to me that the solution we have with Silas is the most performant and practical. But I'll give you this," she softened her voice, finally gazing at the fullness of Celine's chest. “Your new bust does give you a lovely presence, Celine."

Celine hummed, her smirk didn't waver. "So, what you mean is that you are only a little envious?"

Penelope hesitated, Silas felt his heart start a slow, rhythmic beat against his ribs. Could Celine be right? Silas didn’t dare to believe it. Unable to look away, he hold his breath bracing for his mother’s rebuttal. She let her gaze settle meaningfully on Celine's chest.

"Mhhhh… yes, yes I am. Not only are they absolutely dazzling, but now you tell me they feel comfortable and give you incredible freedom of movement. To be able to just… let them breathe like that. For that, I’ll say it: I’m very envious of you."

The flush of excitement was a hot, spreading on Silas face as he was listening to his mother, going down his throat and finally settling in hist lower body. This was definitively not the feeling of scientific curiosity and for an instant the young man felt embarrassed to have even tried to pretend otherwise.

Arthur raised both hands in front of him, his eyes twinkling conspiratorially: "There is no need to be envious Mrs. Martin. I'd be happy to show Silas how to do it to yours anytime."

Silas, who had been holding his breath, felt a second wave of heat wash over him. This is it, he thought, she changed her mind. She’s going to let me open and penetrate her nipples. Penelope’s head tilted, her gaze lingering on the impressive globes adorning her friend's chest, a thoughtful crease forming between her brows.

She finally let out a soft sigh. "That's very nice of you, Arthur, really. But..." She shifted her weight slightly, her hand wrapping around her own bosom. "Sadly, a bust that round, that high... it just doesn't suit me at all."

“Wait, what?” Silas gasped.

“Look! It's just not my shape Sweety. It’s not me.“

Celine's placed a companionate hand on Penelope’s shoulder. “You know best, Penny. Personally, I think you’d look stunning, but its not my body. If you do not feel the same, then its not something for you and there is nothing else to say about it.”

“Yes,” Penelope continued, her voice suddenly firm. “Breasts like that are not for me.”

Silas’s disappointment was so immense that his eyes stung. He opened his mouth to argue, to say something, anything, just to make his mother change her mind. He bit his lip hard, suddenly realizing that any protest would be useless and childish. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to accept it: Celine was right.

Penelop leaned against her friend’s car, resting her head pensively in her hand. Her eyes still studying Mrs. Simon’s uncovered bosom. “And, I hope you don't feel offended by what I'm about to say, but I don't think I’d like playing with my boobs if they were like yours. They looks way too firm. I mean for my taste. But maybe that’s just an impression—I'm sure they do feel great.”

Celine puffed out her chest, casually pulling the lapel of her open jacket even wider. Her eyes never leaving Penelope's. “Be my guest.”

Penelope hesitated, her brow furrowing. “It's not really the same thing to play with someone else’s. But… I guess it could give me a better idea.”

Silas watched, transfixed, as his mother’s fingers approached the almost artificial looking surface and landed on the pale pink spheres. Her eyebrows rose slightly as her fingers started to sink into her friend’s flesh, an audible, soft sound of surprise escaping her. "Ho…," she murmured, glancing at Celine. "They are actually rather smooth. And warm."

Celine just held her gaze, a knowing, amused curve never leaving her mouth. This seemingly emboldened Penelope. Her touch became more deliberate, mapping the fullness with her fingertips. As she started to probe deeper, Silas noticed the change in her expression and leaned closer to look over her shoulder, “I can feel the beach ball if I press hard enough! It's much harder than it looks!“. A soft grunt escaped Celine’s mouth. Penelope flashed a quick, apologetic look at her. "Sorry, am I pushing too hard?"

The other woman let out a soft chuckle. “Not at all. Those girls are tough. Just play with them as you would with yours“

Penelope replied with a knowing smirk, adjusting her grip, cupping the weight of the chest. She tried to push the globes together, feeling the yielding softness give before the harder form under it asserted itself, forcing the mammary tissue to expand upward. Then, she started bouncing them, first up and down, feeling the strange give beneath her palms, then against each other in a rhythmic motion.The sound of skin meeting skin, reverberating through the massive echo chambers created by the beach balls, resulted in a deep rhythmic sound—puhm, puhm, puhm—that made Penelope break into a wide, delighted smile. Arthur nodded approvingly, as if Penelop just found out a feature known only by the real connoisseurs.

“Are you having fun?” Celine finally asked, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“Uh, what? I’m just testing,” Penelope defended herself. “You must really have a lot of fun with them, though. They're really great. But it would be incredibly unsettling to me if mine were like that.” She let out a heartfelt sigh, though she managed to conjure a weak smile. “They feel nothing like beach balls, but I even so, I wouldn’t be able to get used to them.” She glanced down at the dome of her midsection for a beat, gathering her composure. “I'm really happy for you, Celine. You’re so lucky.”

“I am,” Celine shifted slightly, giving a gentle rub to Penelope’s massive abdomen “But so you are, in a different way. Let’s not mope on what we don’t have. Today is a great day! I just got reunited with my Penny after so many year! Say, are you doing anything next weekend?” That suggestion seemed to momentarily brightened Penelope’s mood, but she quickly tuned out the shift. Her gaze remained fixed on the ample curve of Celine’s chest.

“I was just wondering… what does they look like if you don’t inflate them completely?”

A chuckle of distaste escaped Arthur. “Oh, no. Imagine deflated beach balls,” he warned. “They sag, and worse—they tend to fold into themselves”

“Which can rather uncomfortable.” completed Mrs Simon

"I see."

Penelope didn't elaborate; she simply laid back against the car, her shoulders visibly sinking. Silas watched his mother’s expression, the flicker of disappointment in her eyes wrenching his gut. “Shit, this is so frustrating!“ he blurt out. Remembering his own nagging earlier that day, he glanced at his mother, feeling guilty for loudly voicing once his opinion on a subject on which it was of limited relevance. But Penelop eyes were devoid of any trace of reproach.

“Yes. It is.“

The disappointment in her eyes brought a bitter taste to his mouth. The emotional back-and-forth drained him. His eyes drifted from his mother’s massively distended belly to the Simon; Celine was right: they had to be happy with what they got and move on.

“There has to be something!” the young man exclaimed, throwing his hands up in a gesture of sheer frustration. He couldn't stop staring at her chest. "Have you tried putting something else in? I mean besides air... like wate, or I don’t know, something else?” He bit on his lip. This, was not moving on.

Arthur shook his head quickly, folding his arms across his chest. "No, man. Water is only useful for training, it's damn heavy."

Silas gaze fixed on his mother's bustline. "But wait! Is that a bad thing? Wouldn't it give them a more natural shape?"

Celine let out a slow sigh and rolled her eyes. “No, Silas,” she drawled gently. “The shape of water filled boobs is nothing but natural, to say the least. And trust me on this: their weight is far too much for day-to-day usage.”

Silas’s shoulders sagged, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught his mother's eye. She was watching him with a soft, but encouraging smile. He pushed again. “Okay, water is out. But there are other liquids. Oils—”

"Are still too heavy," Arthur finished for him.

Silas felt a fresh wave of frustration, his eyes darting to his mother, who nodded encouragingly. He rallied his remaining ideas. “If liquids are too heavy, we just have to use something that isn't a liquid and is light. Like, I don’t know, polystyrene or packing peanuts.” The Simons exchanged skeptical glances.

Suddenly, Penelope jolted upright, pushing off the side of the car as if struck by lightning. “Wait! Millet chaff!” she exclaimed.

Silas looked at her, blinking rapidly in confusion. “Millet... what?”

Penelope’s smile widened "Remember this cushion I got from Grandma last Christmas? It’s stuffed with millet chaff. Super light and fluffy—it feels like holding a captured cloud, but it still has enough structure to give it a soft, springy bounce. To imagine ever playing with breasts that feel exactly like this—it would be pure, delightful fun."

Silas's initial confusion vanished, replaced by sheer excitement. He spun toward Mrs. Simon, his voice buzzing with renewed hope."Do you think it could work?"

Celine gave a slow, considering smile. “I must admit I don't know. We've only focused on liquids or gas, if we forget the grocery bulk. I doubt anything could beat beach balls for me, but...” Her finger trailed down the curve of her chest bone, settling deliberately near her nipple, “...but I'd be curious to try myself.”

Arthur bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, his excitement obvious. “It would change the shape and texture completely, for sure! We could even mix different materials—there are endless options we haven't even tested yet!”

Penelope’s excitement seemed to literally radiate from her; she raised both hands slowly, cupping her generous bosom. "Oh, Silas," she chuckled aloud, tilting her head toward him with bright delight. "I have a feeling you may get to stretch open my nipples in the end."

Silas let out a whoop of delight. “Really, Mom? That's awesome!"

Mrs. Martin gently stopped him. “Hold on, sweetie. I want to start by testing how it feels to have my breasts penetrated, tempered Penelope. If I like it, then maybe we will see to dilate my breasts. But only a little bit so I can test different materials.”

“I swear Mom, I'll do everything possible to make it feels great for you! And I’m ready to put all the time needed to help you test padding and find the one that suits you best!”

An amused nod crossed Penelope's face. "If we get this far, Silas, I have no doubt you’ll care for my breast tissue just as deeply as you did butt and vagina. Celine, would it be possible for Arthur to come over one of these days to walk us through the precise techniques for opening my nipples?”

“I can come over tomorrow evening if you want; if you have two pencils and coconut oil, I can bring the rest,” Arthur replied, snapping his fingers.

“Thanks, dude!” Silas exclaimed.

Celine, however, didn't match the enthusiasm. She crossed her arms, a slow, assessing look sweeping over the trio. “Hey, come on everyone. Don’t you think I have a say in this?”

“But Mom, it’s not going to take long now that I know how to do it. If I take care of one of Silas’s mom boobs and he does like me with the other, we’ll be done in half an hour.”

Celine shook her head. “First of all, if you would ever have to take care of Penny’s breasts, you’d better take you sweet time with and make it flawlessly. Second,” her expression suddenly became dead serious this technique for opening nipples—we developed it together, but I’m the one that pionneered it on my own body. Even if Penelope is a very good friend, I'm not going to you give it to her for free. I’m owed some compensation.”

Arthur’s bright expression faltered, his hand dropping to his side. “But Mom, what are you talking about?”

Mrs Martin straightened up, raising an eyebrow, and simply asked “How much?“

“7k”

The number hung in the warm air, making the eyes of the two young men shoot wide open. Penelope didn't reply, but her smile faltered, a little bubble of air seemingly escaping her lungs. She readjusted her sunglasses, focusing intently on the curve of her friend’s shoulder.

Celine raised her hands defensively. “Hey! It's worth at least that much, Penny. Not only can you get a breast augmentation—faster, better, simpler, and safer, probably, which is already worth that much—but on top of that, you will learn how to do it yourself.”

Penelope let out a slightly ****, breezy laugh, her head angled down, her gaze snagged by the rounded outline of a cereal box pressed against the surface of her distended abdomen. "Wow. Well. That's... quite an investment." She **** a smile that felt stiff and brittle. "But... sadly, I don't have that much money to invest in breast augmentation, nor do I plan to open a plastic surgery clinic in my garden shed."

Celine let out a visible look of disappointment, and so did the two young men. But then, inspired, Silas decided to push his luck.

“If you want to be paid, I think that’s fair, Mrs. Simon. But maybe we can offer you something else you’d find just as interesting: If Arthur shows us how to do with Mom’s breasts, I’ll teach him how dilate your vagina or your anus, whichever you prefer.”

"I think I'd prefer a big pile of cash, honey." Celine replied, flatly.

Arthur, however, seemed to deflate dramatically, then snapped back into life. He flung his hands out, his eyes wide and pleading, staring from Silas to his mother. “Oh, Mom, please! Training you breasts was so much fun but we barely do it nowaday. Pleeeease! I’ll do anything! Anything you want, just say yes!”

Celine let the plea sink in. She didn't flinch. She stayed silent for a beat, merely watching him, letting her gaze slide from the eager young man to Penelope who raised an interogative eyebrow.

Celine chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving Penelope's. “We don't really train the girls anymore nowadays," she explained to her friend, with a note of longing in her voice. ”We had to stop. I don't want to make them any bigger for now.” She let her hands trace the curve of her own chest, her right fingers lingering deep in the valley of her open nipple. She cast a nostalgic look at her son, a wicked spark flashing in her eyes. "Arthur can be quite creative. It was a lot of fun."

The nostalgia in her voice was not lost on Penelope. A sly look crossed her face. "Trust me, I can picture it. We always have so much fun with Silas." Her gaze followed the natural curve of Celine’s chest, passing over the taut pink surface until it dipped—descending past the saucer-sized areola and down toward that hidden hollow where her massive cleavage parted, barely revealing her navel. "What you did with your son is a true work of art, Celine. You've achieved such an impressive final form up top." She let her hand drift upward, not quite touching, but cupping the air near the curve of Celine’s pectoral muscle, studying it as if it were a masterpiece. “But me? My body... my little chambers down there..." she spoke softly, running a loving hand across the expansive belly. "It’s more like a living garden, always requiring care and love: a nook that begs to be massaged; a sphincter needing to be loosened, a canal ready to welcome exploration." With her fingertips finally drawing back from her own skin, she settled into a soft, knowing smile. "And our fun," she murmured, emphasizing every word, "is never over..."

Silas nodded eagerly. "I hope we'd never reach a point where we have nothing left to do."

Penelope let her arm rest across her son’s shoulder. "I’d hate that. I’d sorely miss the feeling of your hands reshaping my inside."

Celine’s eyes narrowed. "You think I don't see what you're doing with your words? That’s low, very low."

"It’s negotiation, love," Penelope countered immediately. "What did you expect, asking for seven grand from your old friend?"

"That's fair," Celine conceded, with a smirk. "Fine, go ahead. Try to sell me your thing."

“I sure will!“ replied Penelope. She cleared her throat theatricaly. "When shopping, isn't it straining for your back to carry all this weight up on your torso? With the groceries right here," she tapped her distended belly gently, "the weight is right above my center of gravity, exactly where the body is designed to handle it."

Silas immediately jumped in, grabbing his mother’s hips, as if to demonstrate their sturdiness."The pelvis bones provide all the support needed"

Arthur, who had been nodding along, snapped his fingers,. "This is exactly what you need, Mom! You always complain about your back hurting after shopping!"

Celine lets out a skeptical chuckle. "Hmm. You know, I didn't forget what you said earlier in the mall," she said, crossing her arms over her massive chest. "Getting tired, having to rush home, the walk back beeing a struggle…"

Penelope straightened, but her confidence didn't slip. "Well, that's only because, for the first time, I'm carrying our entire week's haul in one single go. But trust me," she turned fully, whithout breaking eyes conatact with Celin "my body is adapting. It's getting stronger." She deliberately angled her hips and arched her back just enough for the large curves of her thong-clad bottom to catch the light.

"It sure is!" Silas chirped, pulling up the hem of her jacket. "Look at this back, and those glutes! They might look soft, but you just have to feel them… to realize how powerful they are. Don’t believe me. Try it!"

Arthur needed no further encouragement. He grabbed Mrs. Martin's other cheek with both hands. His eyes widenned with wonder as thumbs dug into the firm curves.

Arthur needed no further encouragement. His hands clamped onto the exposed flesh of her right cheek, fingers immediately seeking purchase, while his eyes widened in delighted wonder. He squeezed, kneading the firm, resilient curves of her backside. “Wow mom this is crazy,“ he exclaimed, his face flushing a delicate red. “you have to feel her butt!“

Celine let out a dismissive 'Tss.' "I see nothing that can't be achieved with a bit of dedication and a good coach."

Penelope’s smile deepened, changing into a wicked grin. She lowered her sunglasses, her eyes lock onto her friend's. “Maybe. But trust me, Celine. My shopping routine is infinitely more pleasant than series of squats at the gym".

Silas eyes were sparkling with mischievous pride. "Mom has often four—sometime five—orgasms per shopping trip!"

Arthur’s hands paused in mid-motion, hovering over Mrs. Martin’s soft flesh. "Five! Do you hear Mom! Five!" He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Penelope didn't bother to deny it; she just laughed—a rich, confident sound—and casually brushed her hand over her lower belly. "Those are just the big ones, kiddos," she corrected, meeting Celine's gaze. she corrected, “now that I've gotten better at selectig my goods, the simulation is pretty much… constant."

Celine smiled widely ."Okay, okay, I agree. It seems pretty nice. However," she paused, letting the words hang in the humid air, "I still rather have a big pile of cash over training either my ass or my vagina to do the same thing as Penelope's." She marked a scond pause, tapping her shin. "But, if we talk about teaching Arthur how to stretch both my holes, just like your's, Penny... then you got yourself a deal!"

Silas’s eyes widened, a victorious squeal threatening to escape. He shot a glance at his mother, she returned it with a conniving smile before turning to her friend. “Then it’s perfect. I was thinking of having Silas work with me to stretch my uterus on Saturday morning. ” Her voice dipped into an intimate, breathy murmure as she closed the gap between them. Her expansive belly brushed lightly against Celine's substantial chest. “Why don’t you join us and see how we do?” She leaned in even closer, nestling her protruding navel into her friend’s, her hand settling warmly around the curve of her back. “…and maybe you could stay for lunch?”

Celine's amused smirk flickered, forcing a moment of surprised stillness into her composure. Penelope continued: "It’s been a while since we had lunch together. I miss cooking for you."

Celine said nothing; her eyes drifted down to Penelope's mouth as she began biting her lips. "Oh, Penny..." The laugh that escaped her was low and disbelieving, shedding its usual sharp edge for something surprisingly soft. "You really haven't changed a bit." She reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from her friend’s cheek. For a heartbeat, the two women simply stood there, as if suspended in a shared memory. But the spell fractured suddenly. Celine’s jaw tightened; she blinked hard, pulling her focus back to the two young men, and her usual smirk returned to her face. "Tss—Penny, what are you thinking? You'll freak out the boys with that kind of cheesy romanticism." Despite her teasing tone, a faint pink blush was creeping across her collarbones. She fixed her gaze on Silas, giving him an exaggerated, mock-serious look. “...and sentimentality won’t dilate my cervix, does it, Silas?”

The young man shaked his head slightly as if clearing cobwebs. "Uh... maybe? That not what we use," he stammered, unable to meet either woman’s eyes for long. ”But wait, hold on Mrs. Simon, that’s way to advanced for a first lesson. We can show you how it look with mom’s. But I think it would better to focus helping Arthur dilate your vagina first."

Penelope watched this exchange with barely contained amusement, her hand moving slowly to cup Celine's immense chest. "He’s right," Penelope's smile adopted a practiced, mock-serious tone. "The boys must get to play—sorry, I mean train—your vagina as soon as possible, Celine." She gave her friend a pointed, knowing wink, then continued in a more serious tone. "If that goes well, we could eventually explore a bit of your cervix, but honestly, that would be pushing it for a first session. After that, we could take a well-deserved break: maybe some spa time, a little brunch, and in the afternoon, we could delve into the wonders of our milk ducts." As she spoke, Penelope’s thumbs dipping gently into Celine's nipples, sliding with uncanny ease between the taut flesh and plastic surface of the beach ball. "How does that sound?"

Celine let out a theatrical sigh, crossing her arms defensively over her magnificent bust, forcing Penelope's hands to retreat. "I love that idea, Penny. But my backside?" she tilted her head just enough to draw his attention downward. "Are we reserving that for the evening?"

Penelope nodded understandingly. " I didn’t forget about it, trust me. But it is not that simple..." She let her hand slide back down, past the plush, resilient curve of her friend’s hip, fingers sampling the soft swell of her buttocks with impossible thoughtfulness. "We cannot do it in the evening. Time evaporates quickly when you're having fun at night; and if your rear gets involved... well, things will get gloriously sleepless."

"I have an idea, Mom!" Silas exclaimed. "Why don’t you invite them for the weekend? If you can even come on Friday afternoon, we’ll have time to do an anal workshop—just to get you started—and then we can have a much more in-depth session Sunday morning!"

“Very good idea, Silas,” her eyes locked with Celine’s. “If you are willing to come on Friday afternoon, you are more than welcome," Penelope purred.

Arthur immediately buzzed with energy. “Mom! Mom, that is such a brilliant plan!” His giddy reaction pulled an amused smile from Mrs. Martin.

Celine merely arched an eyebrow, resting her crossed arms over her magnificent bulk, forcing her expression to drift from amusement to skepticism. “A whole weekend? Spa days, brunches, and two handsome young men pampering all my lovely little nooks?" Her voice dripped with theatrical caution. "Honestly, Penelope, I’m hesitating. It sounds… dreadfully exhausting.”

The irony in her tone was absolutely lost on Arthur. He blinked, his previous glee instantly replaced by determined conviction. “Oh! No way, Celine! We won't let you be exhausted!” he proclaimed, straightening up as if facing an immediate challenge. "We'll take good care of you! Every minute!”

The other young man stepped forward and nodded vigorously. “It won't feel tiring at all," he insisted with an earnest smile. "In fact, we’ll make sure you leave feeling completely reset—like you just jumped out of a spa day. I know exactly how to work the knots out of tired muscles. Mom, you know I’m pretty good at that! By Sunday evening, you feel totally energized and refreshed for whatever comes next.”

Penelope confirmed her son’s statement with a nod of her head, but could stop her smile from widening into the same mischievous glint as friend’s.

Celine let out a small, amused laugh. "If, in addition to the massage, you also help with all the meals," she purred, resting her hand on Penelope's hip and tilting her head dramatically. "Then I’ll consent to let you pamper us all weekend."

Her words hung suspended in the air. Silas and Arthur exchanged a look; their bewildered eyes confirmed that they had all heard the same thing. "We're doing it! We are actually going to do this!" They let out as one man, with a triumphant high-five that echoed off the parking lot.

Silas struggled for breath while his friend continued to emit joyous noises. His eyes were already laser-focused on his mother’s chest. "I can't wait to get those nipples open, Mom, so I can finally—"

"Give her breasts bigger than her head!" Arthur practically shouted, his voice cracking with pure glee. "And what I really can't believe is that Mom agreed to have me working her little holes—both the pussy and the ass!" He spun slightly on the balls of his feet, placing his hand on his mother’s hip while his gaze drifted to her face. "Oh, Mom! Can we try to double-fist you with Silas once you’re widened enough?"

Celine exhaled a soft, amused sound. Her smile unfolded slowly, before her fingers feathered lightly through Arthur’s newly sweaty hair. “Depending on the quality of your services,” she drawled, “I’ll think about it, sweetheart.”

Penelope let out a soft, dramatic sigh that deliberately tickled Celine’s ear. “I see that you’re still as ruthless when negotiating,” she cooed. “Show some mercy for our boys, dear.”

Celine replied with a dismissive shake of her head. “It's just too easy," her voice dropping to a confidential whisper. "Look how eager they are to be exploited."

Arthur let out a breathless whimper of anticipation. "I think it’s the most beautiful day of my life…"

“So far,” corrected Silas. “Just wait for next Saturday or Sunday.” Suddenly His gaze skipped from Arthur to Penelope, then settled on Celine’s chest, his thoughtful. "Wait… wait. The weekend sounds amazing—spa days, brunches, exploring your bodies... but we haven’t actually planned anything for Sunday afternoon, have we?"

“Honestly, I think a whole day focused on my lovely little backside would be perfect,” Celine suggested, her hand drifting down and under the massive curve of Penelope’s abdomen. She tested its weight with press of her fingers. “I feel this part of me will needs the most dedicated attention if I ever want to reach your level, Penny”

Penelope let outa soft puff of amusement, and shook her head dismissively as she pulled her hand back from Celine’s hip. “Oh, darling. No way." She lowered her sunglasses just enough to meet her gaze, a sharp twinkle in her eyes. “Training our poor bums all day? It would just get us sore”.

Celine raised a doubtful eyebrow at the assertion, but a knowing wink from Penelope made her back off any objection.

Arthur immediately jumped in, snapping his fingers with renewed energy. "If your ass needs a break... then we should give a little recap to Mom’s pussy and your brand new nipple holes," he declared, gesturing expansively between their chest and her belly.

Penelope tilted her head, adopting a thoughtful expression. "A recap... yeah, we could do that,” she mused aloud, tapping her chin lightly. “That way, all our holes would have been trained twice. That’s a good idea, Arthur,” she gave a slow approving nod. But as her gaze met Silas's, a slow, mischievous heat crept into her eyes, and wicked, irresistible smile bloomed across her face.

In one fluid movement, she wrapped both arms around the two young men, her hands settling firmly on their biceps, pulling them tight against the warm flare of her hips. A soft tremor ran through Silas arm under her grasp. "After forty-eight hours spent pampering us," she purred, letting the words draw out like silk. "I was thinking you two would expect a little reward." Her hands drifted lower, skimming over their waists and pulling them closer still. She let out a drawn-out, theatrical sigh. "I guess you both think taking care of our bodies is enough of a gratification... I just fear I’ll feel otherwise." She lets her fingers trail meaningfully across the soft muscle of Silas lower belly. Then, she quickly softened her tone, letting the tension dissipate into pure playfulness. "Though... we can also do a recap, if you prefer..."

Silas’s voice was immediately breathless. He gasped, forgetting all decorum as he gripped the warm weight of his mother's swollen stomach. “What kind of reward!? What are you thinking of, Mom?”

Penelope threw back her head in that slow, lazy smile—a devilish grin fueled by pure excitement. She exchanged a private, knowing glance with he friend, who met it with an equally amused glint, and a heat matching the sudden warmth in her own expression. With practiced ease, Celine rested both arms over the boys’ shoulders, trapping them in a a four way embrasse.

“First,” she murmured, letting the word drag. “This is only if Pene and I are thoroughly satisfied with your services. Second…” Second…” She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting against the back of Silas’s ear. “A half day is frankly criminal.” She let the words hang for a instant. “So instead of a fair reward…” Her eyes flashed with pure mischief. “…I might just end up utterly spoiling you rotten with an extra dose of decadent indulgence.”

Arthur inhaled sharply—a little wheeze that tickled his mother's nipple. The tight embrace and Mrs. Martin’s massive belly had together pushed up Mrs. Simon’s pink globe a few centimeters away from the poor boy’s face. He nearly vibrated in place, overwhelmed by the anticipation, dropping a bead of drool onto Mrs. Martin’s distended midsection. “Promised, Mom! It will be perfect!”

Celine pulled back just enough so her eyes could meet Arthur's electrified gaze. She held it for a beat longer than necessary, before speaking softly ."I have no doubt about that, dear. But don’t worry, even if everything isn’t perfect… I’m going to pamper you to my heart content on Sunday afternoon."

The promise made the boys seize up. Silas and Arthur leaned forward breathlessly, their eagerness overwhelming them. Silas’ hands were gripping both his mother's garter and Penelope’s waist for support. He looked up at her, his face a mask of pure, pleading anticipation. “Can you give more details?” pleaded Silas, his question barely a breathless squeak that matched Arthur's panicked whisper beside him. They looked at Penelope, waiting, ****.

“Sorry Silas, I can’t.” replied Penelope “I need to talk to Celine first, just for us. To make sure she is comfortable with what I have in mind…“

Celine rested a hand possessively on her son shoulder, a playful but pointed expression on her face. "Oh, come on now. I hope your plan has some serious serious kick. It can’t be just a little treat, darling—our boys deserve a feast."

Penelople replied with a devilish smile. “Great!“

“Just one guess” insisted the Silas, his voice getting ****. ”Are you thinking about—”

"Shhh, shhh, shhh. You will enjoy it even more if it is a surprise.” Mrs. Martin's voice was an impossibly soft murmur. The sheer tease radiating off her made Silas press his entire body against his mother’s massive stomach, gripping the fabric of her jeans garter for leverage, while Arthur leaned his head dramatically on Celine’s chest."

"Just a hint," Silas managed, the words catching in his throat as if he couldn't remember how to breathe. It's fine if you change your mind later! Just give a hint on what you are think about right now."

Arhur joined the plea "Yes just a hint. It fine if Mom want to do something else, it will make it back a surprise and we won't be disappointed!”

Penelope laughed—a deep, husky sound that vibrated low in her chest, reverbrating in the emty spaces in her abdomen, and made Silas flinch slightly. She rested her head momentarily on his, drawing him closer so he could smell the sweet, heady scent of her perfume mixing with the warm musk of her own anticipation.

"Okay," she murmured, letting the word stretch out until it felt like a slow exhale. "I'll have mercy." Her thumb grazed the back of his neck, sending a lightning jolt straight through him.

“Because I’m feeling incredibly generous, in fact,” she breathed, her eyes dropping slowly from Arthur’s flushed face to Silas's ****, wet gaze. “I'll give you two hints.”

She met his eyes, voice dripping silk. "First: You would never ever dare to ask for it. And second..." Her voice dropped even lower, a confidential whisper that belonged only to them. "If you two are as utterly depraved as your moms are, you’re going to love every single second of it."

END

Afterword

That’s it. It is the end of the story: three chapters just as promised. I hope you enjoyed the story. If you did, I have good new for you: it does not ends here!

There is a lot of action ahead for Silas, Penelope, Celine and Arthur. Yet I've chosen to not write any of it as, for me, it is more fun (and less work) to imagine it.
So I pass the controls your own glorious imagination. Now it is your turn to figure out what will happen to them!
What exactly will happen during the upcoming training of Mrs Martin and Mrs Simon. Do you think they'll manage to unlock the full potential of the two woman in just one weekend?
Are Penelope and Celine lesbian, bisexual or just very friendly ?
Also how does any of that work exactly? Magic, science, an other world with different rule?
Also why our protagonist are so casually depraved? The few other customers of the store seemed super comfortable with what they where seeing.
There is also the question of Silas and Arthur's reward. What will it be? What will be that damn reward? Please tell me! I must know!

If you have an answer to any of those question, please let me no in the comment, DM or even better with a chapter of you own.