Roleplays Revisited

Dana stirred, needing to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. She unwrapped herself, but not before stumbling and barely catching herself before she fell onto the occupied couch. She was inches from Sarah’s face and panting heavily. Then something overcame her and she kissed the pale girl on the lips, very softly before stepping back and heading across the hall to use the bathroom.

Sarah mumbled in her sleep, sitting for a moment and then was still, having slept through it all. Her eyes snapped open the moment the door opened. “Dana? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I need to use the bathroom!” she said, standing there in only a t-shirt and her panties, looking for her pants but then giving up, figuring no one would be out at this time of night. “I’ll be right back!”

“Okay!” She closed her eyes, though the image of the sexy huge-breasted girl wouldn’t leave her mind, and she rolled over, facing the back of the couch, one hand between her thighs, panting softly, though even that was muffled.

Dana jogged as best as she could to the bathroom, which was only a few doors down, and went in. She then jogged back and knocked really quietly before entering, panting softly, breasts heaving a bit. “Back!” she said as she climbed back in bed, “Night!”

“Mmmm” The noise was sleepy, non-committal, and about the only thing that made Dana stop and think about it was that the room smelled faintly of female sex. Dana inhaled deeply and smiled as she rolled herself up in her blankets and placed the pillow under her back, dozing off once more.

Morning came, and Dana awoke to the sound of Sarah walking into the room from the shower. Dana hadn’t noticed, but Sarah had a suite room—she had a bathroom and shower attached to her bedroom, and it was from there that the girl had come. She had a TV, computer, game system, a set of bunk beds, though the mattress on the top one was stacked on top of the bottom mattress, making for a slightly taller but much softer bed. The first aid kit was on the wall next to the door, and there was a full-sized metal locker in one corner, the door open, revealing a set of swords, as well as a metal staff and some brass knuckles. “Morning, Dana!” Sarah was topless, and she sported a fine pair of C cups, though they looked like they could pass for D’s in the right bra. She was slightly muscular, though more on the side of slender and wiry than anything else.

Dana rolled out of bed and walked across the room, wrapped in the blanket, and she sat on the couch. “How did you sleep last night? I didn’t mean to kick you out of your bed.”

“I slept fine, and you didn’t kick me out of my bed. Go shower, cutie.” She giggled and tossed Dana a clean, dry towel.

She caught the towel and giggled. Walking through the door, she looked at the shower with apprehension. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to fit in there!” she thought. But she needed a shower and took off her clothes, putting them in a pile on the floor. She approached it sideways and massaged one breast through the door with more than a little pain and difficulty. She panted and worked on massaging the other one through. She whimpered softly as she finally managed to get both in. She turned around and her nipples rubbed against the shower doors. She let out a loud moan and turned on the water COLD, trying to shake the erotic feelings from her body. As she cooled down, she heated up the water and wet her hair.

She blinked at the noises. “You okay, Dana?” Once she heard the water running, she assumed Dana was okay and things were fine. She stretched out, replayed the sexy image of the massive breasted girl in her mind and started fingering herself, panting slightly.

Dana also couldn’t shake her feelings of eroticism and her hand traveled down in between her lips, as her left hand rubbed her large breasts.

She arched her back, coming silently and taking a moment to clean the mess up with her towel, tossing it into the hamper and dressing, pulling her bra and panties and then her pants and shirt.

Dana had come at the same time, and her juices ran down her leg as she continued to bathe. She washed under and over her breasts, making sure to get every inch. Dana sighed as she rinsed off and turned off the water. “It was hard enough to get in here, and now I am turned on, and they are bigger!” she thought.

Sarah knocked on the shower room door. “Dana? You okay?”

“Sarah,” she whimpered, “I don’t think so.”

She leaned against the bathroom door. “Do you need help?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know what you would do if you came in here. I can’t get out!”

She blinked. “Can’t get out?”

“I’m stuck in the shower stall!”

She tried to figure it out. “Can I come in?”

“If you must,” she said wearily.

“Only if it’s okay. Dana, what can I do?”

“I don’t know. This has never happened before! My ... my breasts were hard to get in through the door when I first got in, and they grew while I was bathing. It is a side effect of being big-breasted.”

“You got turned on, and they swelled, right?”

She nodded and said a soft “yes,” feeling quite embarrassed.

“Well, pinch yourself, silly! Get rid of the sex high, and they’ll shrink, just not as fast. I had a roommate like you last year, she had the same problem. Kill the sex high, and you just need to squeeze yourself out of the shower. I’ll wait out here so you have some privacy.”

She turned on the water again, the coldest it could get, and thought of last night with Justin. She felt her sex high going down. She pushed and grunted and managed to squeeze one breast out of the stall before she needed to take a break and catch her breath. She thought more about the bad things that had happened and finally escaped, slipping and catching herself, her top-heaviness getting the best of her occasionally.

“You okay, now?”

She said yes and wrapped the towel around her, but it didn’t fit around her bust line. She rolled her eyes and said meekly, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to come out topless. The towel doesn’t fit around me,” and she wrapped the towel under her breasts, covering her lower portion. She turned sideways and came out, blushing a bit when she caught Sarah’s gaze.

Sarah’s eyes met Dana’s and politely looked away when she came out, though her mind was full of lust and little else. “Take your time, Dana.”

“Do you have another shirt I can borrow?” she said, her back towards Sarah.

“Yeah, there’s one in the dresser, second drawer down. Mary left a few of her shirts here, they should fit you better than mine.”

She smiled and rummaged through the drawers until she found one of the larger ones. She slipped it over her head and it covered most of her body, down to her upper thigh. “Better?” she asked, pulling the shirt down, her wet hair clinging to her face in places.

“Much! Felling better?”

“Yes!” she smiled.

She grinned. “Good. We can go to ResLife today, and go back to your room and get some of your stuff to bring here- you can stay with me until ResLife gets this whole mess sorted out.”

“Thank you so much,” she said as she embraced the tall woman again.

She smiled, gently hugging the girl as well. In a few hours, ResLife decided that Dana would move into Sarah’s room permanently. Justin was on probation, and Sarah had moved all of Dana’s stuff into her room.

“There! All moved in!”

Dana arched her back and stretched. She rooted through her drawers and pulled out a sexy top and changed into it. It was low-cut and her ample breasts practically spilled out of the top. “Sarah, we should go out tonight! It’ll be fun!”

Sarah laughed a little. “Maybe- only after dark though. Sunlight and me don’t mix well.” She smirked. Dana hadn’t asked about the fight with Justin at all- Sarah was glad of that, and hoped that she’d forgotten it or attributed it to ... well, something. “You glad to be moved in?”

She took a deep breath, wincing a bit and wriggling around as if trying to get comfortable. “I am so glad to be moved in. I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here.” She fiddled with her shirt, “I think this thing shrank in the wash or something. It’s so tight!”

She chuckled. “Probably shrank in the wash- I’ll re-seam it for you later, get it to fit right- Mary had me do that with many of her shirts- I’m a decent seamstress.”

“Really? You would do that for me? You are such a great friend!” she said as she wrapped her arms around the pale woman, pressing her over-large breasts to Sarah’s chest.

She grinned. “Hah! I try to be.” She winked, “I’m much better to hang out with than that idiot Justin.”

“So far so good,” she jested, punching the girl in the arm playfully. She giggled and ran from Sarah, hiding behind a bunk bed. Her life was better now and she was definitely more playful.

Sarah laughed, getting up and stretching, going through a few calming exercises and limbering her body up. “So did you have anything in mind for tonight?”

“I want to go to a club or go out for dinner or do anything really! You can pick if you would like,” she said, pulling out a brush and letting down her long hair.

She shrugged, continuing to stretch and relax. She moved slowly now, her breasts no longer confined to the sport bra she usually wore. In a simple pair of black shorts and a gray t-shirt, which, amazingly, was loose on her. She simply went through a number of slow acrobatic motions. “Nah, you pick- you wanted to go out.”

Dana curled up on her bed and smiled softly. “Can you pass me another shirt, this one feels like it is going to tear!” She ran her fingers along the bottom hem of the shirt and tugged it up. She wriggled it over her breasts and very gently got it off. She looked at the stitching on the sides and saw that it was going to give way. “I haven’t worn this in a couple months but it wasn’t this tight then and the stitches weren’t this worn. I hate growing out of these things!”

Sarah chuckled and tossed Dana another shirt. “Maybe you’re growing?”

“I don’t want to grow! It is nice having these big things, but it is expensive as all hell to replace the clothing and specialty bras!” She pulled the larger shirt over her expansive breasts and sighed as it fit her like she was used to. Tight around the bust and loose around her stomach, “Thanks, Sarah!”

She smirked. “It’s no problem. So! Where to, oh grand navigator?”

“How about we go to my favorite clothing store and then out to that new club, Heaven?”

She grinned. “How ... appropriate.” She grinned. “Deal! And the best part is, I don’t have to make like an H.G. Wells character to go out! SWEET!”

“When the sun goes down, we will leave!” she said, laying down and rubbing her smooth tummy, “I have no idea what we are going to do until then.”

She peeked outside and the sun had almost set. “Two minutes of sunshine won’t kill me!” She dressed up in a black t-shirt with “Digital Angel” on the front and circuit board wings on the back, a very nice sparkling electric blue skirt, and a Blue Morpho Butterfly hairpin, “Ta-Daa! Let’s go!”

She slipped on a skirt and left her oversized shirt on. She grabbed her purse and made sure she had her credit card. “Let’s go to the store! I need something cute! They went outside, and Dana put on her sunglasses, “My car, or do you have one?”

“My car- it’s cooler. She grinned, adjusting wire-frame glasses with circular, blue-tinted lenses to them that gave her a very anime look. She went over to her car- a DeLorean, and got in, starting the engine, revving it for a moment. “Ahh, beautiful!” Tinted windows and a tinted windshield- as well as the aluminum body and solid chrome hubcaps had all been tinted, giving the car a very dark, stealth-aircraft look to it.

Dana eased the passenger seat back a few notches, making it more comfortable for her and her massive mams. “The place I want to go to is on 6th Street, close to the Boulangerie Bakery.” She rubbed her tummy, thinking about the yummy pastries at the shop next door. “Got any cool tunes?”

She chuckled. The seatbelts were four-point racing harnesses, which would be safer and easier on Dana’s body than a standard seatbelt would. The dash had been completely redone- gauges and dials all customized, wires and tubes everywhere, like a home-done job or something out of a science fiction movie. She reached over and flipped a few switches, and the radio came to life. “Pick a station you like, or I can pick some tunes to go with this.” She drove to the store quickly, though under the speed limit, and smiled as they arrived.

She smiled and glanced over at Sarah. Taking off her seatbelt, she climbed out of the car and went to the door of the bakery, “I can’t shop on an empty stomach!” she said, grinning from ear to ear.

She chuckled. “Go on, I’ll look for clothes for you!”

She shrugged and went into the bakery. She inhaled deeply and smiled a contented smile. Surveying the glass cases, she spotted an apple turnover and a small pumpkin pie and she was drawn to it. “Ma’am, I want the turnover and the pie and I need something for Sarah ... hmmmmmmm ... How about one of those galettes over there, the raspberry kind and a half dozen molasses cookies!” Her tummy rumbled at the mere thought of it all.

Sarah grinned, walking in a minute or so before Dana made her purchase, a bag in one hand. “Find anything you like?”

Dana held up three paper bags and a bakery box, “I got some things for you that you should try! I love this stuff!” she said, inhaling the scent of the bakery once again before going out and dragging Sarah with her. As she walked in, the woman at the counter smiled at her, “Dana, so nice to see you again. The Attic is open,” the shop-keep said. Dana waved and made her way to the back and to a door. It revealed a set of stairs that she climbed almost immediately. Once at the top she made a beeline straight towards a rack of shimmery, satin blouses. She pulled some out and modeled them against her chest. The rest of the store above the boutique was set up pretty much like the place below. Shirts and skirts tailored to the fuller figured, big-breasted, and any other sizes deemed “odd” by the major labels. All of the garments seemed hand-made with unique, feminine details. “Sarah, what do you think about this red one?”

She nodded. “I bought you some stuff I can alter to fit you, too!”

“Ohhhh, let me see!” she said, grabbing at the bags like a child, rattling the bags full of pastries.