"...let's have a drink to calm ourselves down."

"Sure! I've wanted to get drinks with you since the dreams started!" Megan replied, sheepishly taking a few small steps forward.

"Let's, uh, start with some cold water, heh." John replied, turning to go back over to her kitchenette. He rummaged through a few cupboards before finding some glasses. He added ice, then water. He turned around towards her table just in time to see her breast boobily over to the table, sit down and place her head-eclipsing tits on the table, awkwardly trying to hold them together in her robe. John became intensely aware of how ill-fitting his pants had become. Megan looked up and smiled lustfully as John set a glass in front of her, and sat down across from her with his own glass. John and Megan silently sipped from their glasses for a few minutes.

"I guess I feel a little calmer." Megan mused, the movement of her arm sending waves across her ocean of cleavage

"Yea, some deep breaths, and let's uh, try to work through this situation." John replied, trying to think of what to do. He had fantasized for years about something like this. A fattening busty woman, practically begging him to have sex with her. And, it terrified him, faced with this deep secret inside. What should he do? What was the right thing to do? Was accepting her offer taking advantage of her? Was it taking advantage of himself? Was he growing? He had to be, he thought. That explains the discomfort. John glanced down at his crotch: balls bulging and half chub pulsing in one pant leg. But what caused it? What was still causing it? Why was it effecting her more than him? He looked up at her, she was half way through her glass.

Had he done this to her, personally?

She didn't deserve this, to be reduced to a fat tittied bimbo.

Even it was still turning him on immensely.

"So, uhm, first, I think I have some shirts I can fit in, but I'm not so sure about bottoms." Megan quietly said

"Right, I can get something for you at Walmart or something." He replied, the sound of Megan flooding through his mind and breaking the deep thought he was in.

"Just something black, I can give you some money for it." she replied

"Nah, I got it, no worries." he replied, feeling obligated to help her now, "but uh, how you doing?"

"I still... still want to fuck." Megan blushed, removing one of her hands from her boobs to cover part of her face.

"It's okay, y'know, uh, but I don't think right now is good for that." John replied

"I freaking know that, but I just-" she sighed, her voice wavering, "It's all I can think about. It's all I want now. I want-- unh" she moaned lightly. Her nipples looked so hard, her areola so puffy.

Keep it together, John.

"Sorry, uh, uhm," he stammered to fill time as his mind raced to think of something distracting enough. "I want to-" Megan perked up, "watch you play a game. Any game." he finished.

"Yeayea, I uh, I've been playing Elden Ring a lot lately. Let me get that going." Megan got up and went towards her room. John got up, relieved he found something that might work. He picked up Megan's glass and saw that the seat of her chair was, well, wet in the center. He shivered slightly in arousal, but took a few breathes to keep himself focused. He set the glasses in the sink and head towards Megan's room.

He entered and Megan was laid on her bed across from a computer desk, a large monitor displaying the title screen. Grant noticed there were no other seats in the room. He also notice it's starting to smell. The heavy smell of arousal. Which is making him more aroused again. He wondered how one woman can be so wet as he sit on the floor next to the bed.

"Why sit on the floor? plenty of room on the bed~" Megan tried to lure him in.

"Nah, I'm fine, let's not get too close right now, don't need you getting distracted." John replied as she started the game.