The sound of Allison’s heels on the hardwood floor brought your attention back to the moment and you saw her walking your way in a tight, blue dress. It had a high neckline and came to just above the knees, giving it a professional luck, but it hugged Allison’s curves perfectly, and you were mesmerized by her every step. She struck a pose, “I gave up on finding a jacket that would work with these huge boobs,” she hefted them up to underscore her point, “but I got this dress the other day and I wanted to know what you thought.” You were speechless, you couldn’t get your eyes off of her boobs.
“I … you … “ you tried to say, but your thoughts were a jumble. “You don’t like it?” she asked with a pout, and you noticed that she’d redone her makeup too. She looked different, younger, like one of those women contouring makeup tutorials she’d always liked to watch. “No, I do love … the dress, I love the dress,” you replied, catching yourself. “Oh yeah? What about from behind?” she twisted around to give you a perfect view of her bountiful rear. You were still conflicted about how you were feeling about the thoughts coursing through your head and the fact that it was your mother’s body you were looking at, but it was hard to deny that down bellow something was happening. While your mind struggled to make sense of it all, your trousers found themselves in a different sort of struggle.
“So, what do you think?” She asked, her tone more like the one she had used on those days when you’d explored each other’s bodies. One again it was hard to think. If someone were to look at your internet history they would find women much like Allison looked not, with boobs that spilled over when held and rears that bounced and jiggled with every step. You stuttered, “It … I … you look amazing!” you finally managed as Allison walked in closer, “You really think so? I’m so glad you like it.” There was an alarm bell going off in your head, but it was fading quickly. The last time you’d followed this line of thinking you had both been drinking, but this time you were both sober and you just couldn’t deny the sensations you felt looking at Allison.
From the moment this whole crazy situation had started all Allison could think about was how to get her boyfriend back. They had been inseparable for years and the thought of losing the man she knew she was supposed to be with sent a bitter cold through her new bones. That first day at the hospital after Tim’s visit she had cried inconsolably. She had always prided herself on being strong, but losing him, losing them was like losing a limb. At first she had thought that she had lost him forever. Then he came to her parent’s house and a flicker of their old relationship lit up. He hadn’t just moved on, he hadn’t just cut her out of his life like she’d feared.
When she went to speak with her parents about what to do she was truly surprised about how supportive they were. She had expected them to tell her to settle for being friends, but they were on board with trying to get her relationship with Tim back. They mentioned how they already saw him as a son and had told him so after the accident. Both of them warned her that it wouldn’t be easy and that taboo against their relationship would be something she would have to deal with, but they agreed to help her any way they could. They cautioned her to be patient, that it would be hard for Tim to truly see the girl he was in love with inside the new body she wore.
The night she had gotten him drunk and they had kissed for the first time since she’d become a 40 year old woman had been both amazing and heartbreaking. When you both kissed it was like the world was back to being how it should be, then everything shattered. She had worried that she had pushed too quickly and she’d ruined any chance at getting her boyfriend back. Time passed and she noticed the furtive looks at her new curves, the tightness in his pants when she would wear certain things and move a certain way. With all her free time she had the opportunity to really practice her makeup. She’d come up with a look that made her look younger, less like her new body and she knew would work. All she had to do was tease him in just the right way and he would realize what she already knew, that they were meant to be together regardless of what body she was in.
“There’s another dress I wanted to show you, do you mind helping me out of this one,” Allison asked and your eyes went wide, thinking of seeing the body under the blue dress. “Uh … how’d you put it on in the first place?” you asked, trying to give yourself time to think. “Oh, I have a little hook thing that helps zip it up, but it’s a pain to get out of these things. Please, I need your help!” she asked again, batting her eyes in that way that you just could never say no to.
You got up off the couch and walked over to her, feeling your hear racing the closer you got to her. Your hands trembled a little as you turned around and pushed her long hair out of the way for you to see the dress’ zipper. You pulled the tab down slowly, reveling her smooth, creamy back. You could see the rear of her bra and the very top of her panties. You had expected her to hold the dress up and walk back to her bedroom, but she just let it drop. She turned around and stood there in all her glory, a smile on her lips. “And what do you think of this look?” she asked.
She was wearing a lacy, black bra and matching panties that did displayed her curvy figure scintillatingly. The high heels she’d donned earlier were still on her feet, giving her butt just a tad more lift. “Allison … you …” he trailed off. “Yes?” she asked, coating that single word in honey. “You look incredible,” you managed to say, putting extra emphasis on “You.”
“Well, I’m all your, Tim,” she replied, “always have been, always will.”
You looked at her from head to toe, at the sexy, outrageously curvy woman she was and all your reservations melted away. You closed the distance between you two and kissed her. You knew in that moment that you didn’t just want your best friend, you wanted your girlfriend in your life and everything else be damned. You’d loved her in her original body, but she was like something straight out of your wildest fantasies now. As the kiss broke you were about to say something but in a deft move she unclasped her bra and held it by a strap for you to see. “See? I told you they’re like parachutes!” she said, and you stared at the lacy piece of fabric. It was indeed huge and the only sight more exciting was seeing her breasts hanging freely.
“Do you want to hold them?” she offered. “Yes!” you replied enthusiastically. She rolled her eyes and smiled, knowing how much you loved huge boobs. She knew you were happy with her original, small, perky boobs, but she had even entertained getting a boob job when you both were older. Now she had boobs that were bigger than what she'd envisioned getting!
You held her breasts, one in each hand and marveled at how her flesh overflowed over your fingers. You couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. You'd fantasized about playing with breasts like Alisson’s new one, but never thought it would happen. Without saying a word she took your hand and guided you towards her bedroom. There was a part of you that tried to protest, but it was quashed the moment you saw her ass swing deliciously from side to side as she brought you to her bedroom.
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