Over the last few months, Kate had steadily become more and more dependent on Alkim than she should have been comfortable with. He’d cooked succulent Chinese meals, did the dishes, opened tight jars, warded off stray dudes on the streets and at the clubs, scored primo drugs, and even helped her get through several terrible breakups. He was a good friend to depend on, and she felt better for having him around.

 

This new dependency of hers was something else entirely.

 

Ever since they took DMT together she’d been hanging out with him more and more, getting high off his bizarrely-euphoric saliva. Steadily, she’d become accustomed to having it in her system, become dependent on him to stay relaxed, and level-headed. It was like some kind of all-in-one psych medication, one that required neither appointments nor copays.

 

On an intellectual level, it was absolutely bizarre, she couldn’t deny that. Every second apart made the strangeness of it all unavoidable. And yet, it didn’t feel so weird when she was with him. She’d felt even more relaxed and focused in his presence, and that was despite knowing he was somehow the unwitting cause of this. 

 

Kate also knew Alkim wasn’t aware of his effect on her, otherwise he would have started offering to just make out with her all the time, and she probably would have let him. The effects were just too good, too useful for her to risk jeopardizing her supply. Ultimately, it didn't matter as much why, so long as the benefits never ran out.

 

That had all changed after she watched him cum like a goddamn firehose into Mikaella’s mouth, all over her face, and into a fucking mason jar. She bore witness as the volume of his ejaculation grew from impressive to impossible, and almost threw up at the sight of Mikaella eagerly gulping down the remains of that insane load.

 

What had been an odd new drug for her over the last week had instantly taken on a much grosser, and more sinister aspect. Now Kate knew that her tits weren’t the only things growing in that house. Alkim had also grown into some kind of mutant superstud, and his semen had somehow turned the formerly-asexual prostitute into his eager, little cumslut.

 

Disgusted, horrified, aroused, and also disgusted and horrified that she was aroused, Kate needed to do something really gay to overwrite the grossly hetero sights that kept replaying in her brain. So she drove straight to West Hollywood, picked out some local tattooed girl named Dana from her Tinder DMs, and agreed to a date that very hour at a nearby In-N-Out Burger.

 

To kill some time, Kate tried shopping for something more presentable to replace the oversized t-shirt she just happened to be wearing when she fled the house in a panic. Something basic, cheap. She wasn’t going to waste money on a top she might still outgrow within the week. Yet she failed to find something sexy in her new size, and had to drive over to her lunch date dressed like someone who’d just gotten out of bed.

 

As she pulled into the parking lot, she noticed Dana waiting for her by the restaurant’s entrance, alternating between checking her phone and scanning the parking lot for someone matching Kate’s profile pic.

 

Kate parked her car and took the opportunity to evaluate Dana’s appearance before making herself known. She thought Dana looked pretty good, considering the short notice, and that they were at a fast food restaurant. Nice makeup, red hair, (short) red nails, piercings on her ear, nose, and lips, plus a nice variety of tattoos. She noticed a flower just below her collarbone, a watercolor of a tiger on her shoulder, and her right arm had some anime character even Kate didn’t recognize.

 

 

But Kate liked her style: black fishnet top, purple pleated skirt, and tall platform boots. The red hair was definitely a dye job, but someone with purple hair probably shouldn't judge. Her body was also pretty decent, maybe a couple inches taller than her, though it was hard to say with those boots boosting her height. Dana’s tits and ass weren’t quite eye-catching, but she wasn’t fat, definitely slimmer than Kate by this point. As far as Kate was concerned, that made Dana way better than most American girls. Kate still wasn’t very good at telling the difference between white girls and very light hispanics, and Dana looked like she could be either. Kate just hoped she wasn’t one of those weirdly religious lesbians with a ton of internalized homophobia and guilt.

 

Satisfied that she’d chosen well enough in a pinch, Kate got out of her car, and called out to the anxious lookout.

 

“Dana?”

 

The girl nearly dropped her phone in surprise, and looked up just in time for her eyes to catch on Kate’s huge rack getting nearer.

 

“K-Kate?”

 

“In the flesh.” Plus several more pounds that weren’t in my Tinder pics… 

 

That didn’t seem to be a problem for Dana, who was having the rare experience of getting reverse-catfished: finding her big-titty goth date was actually her huge-titty goth date.

 

“Nice to meet you! God, you look, um wow.”

 

“Thanks. Now c’mon, I’m starving.” Kate pushed through the door and beckoned Dana to follow.

 

“Right! Me too!”

 

They each ordered, sat down together near the back, and went through the usual first-date motions.

 

Dana was kind, respectful, dressed-to-impress, and totally smitten with Kate’s new tits. Her date tried not to say anything at first, but her glances weren’t subtle, and Kate was more than aware that all her pics were from before her growth. Even though she wore nothing but an oversized shirt and booty shorts, the promise of the body underneath was more than enough to keep Dana on the hook.

 

But her mind just wasn’t there. The dose she’d gotten from Alkim earlier today had already started to wear off, and sobriety was the last thing she needed right then. As the date dragged on, Kate grew increasingly irritable, missed things her date said, gave curt replies to Dana’s nervous smalltalk, and couldn’t stop shaking her legs under the table. Kate was starting to annoy herself. 

 

Yet, despite Kate’s admittedly bitchy behavior, Dana still seemed over the moon with gratitude, and offered to pay for everything. Her enthusiasm never wavered, even after Kate stress-ate two burgers, fries, and a shake. 

 

Fuck, that’s definitely going right to my boobs. Despite her hard line against getting fat, Kate was unable to resist her body’s recent cravings for fat and protein. It was yet another change that frustrated her.

 

After forty-five minutes of irritably fielding first-date questions, Kate couldn’t stand it anymore. 

 

“How about we take this to your place?” Kate asked, watching Dana’s eyes widen at the suggestion.

 

“Really? Oh wow, I mean, yes! Of course!”

 

 

Kate got Dana’s address and followed her to her admittedly nice apartment.

 

They parked out front. Dana brought Kate to the front door, and hurriedly flipped through keys, like she was worried the big-titty goth might leave if she didn’t let her inside immediately.

 

Dana’s fumbling fingers finally managed to get the door open, and she beckoned Kate inside.

 

Kate entered, and Dana shut the door behind her. They left their shoes by the door and walked to where the kitchen met the living room.

 

“Sorry about the mess! I thought this was just going to be a lunch date, so I didn’t clean up…”

 

Kate scanned around the apartment, but failed to find the mess. Dana’s place looked like an Ikea display, as if she’d just moved in. Shoes orderly arranged by the door, no used dishes in the sink, no piles of unopened mail… Then Kate realized Dana was still talking, nervously trying to explain away the state of her apartment.

 

“... I didn’t think you’d be coming here for our first date—not that I think you’re a slut or anything!”

 

 

Kate grabbed the other girl by the face and shut her up with a kiss on the lips. 

 

Dana was surprised at first, but quickly recovered and began reciprocating, pulling Kate into a full embrace. Kate felt her tits mashing against the other girl’s chest, with extra boobage spilling out on either side. 

 

It was a nice change of pace, but after a minute or so, Kate got bored of this borderline-virginal makeout session and actually opened her eyes. Dana’s expression seemed lusty enough, and her moans seemed to confirm that she was thoroughly seduced, yet Kate was barely even aroused.

 

Dana had to feel all that boob pressing into her, but she was still too nervous to grab anything between Kate’s shoulders and waist. Kate had to move each of Dana’s hands to her tits and ass on her own before wrapping her own arms around the other girl. Dana finally got the hint, and started squeezing Kate’s tits and cheeks.

 

Still, she felt something was missing from this moment, beyond Dana’s nervous hands pawing at her without force or skill. That rush, that feeling of excitement from kissing someone for the first time just never kicked in, not like it should have.

 

Kate’s mind had already made the unwelcome comparison between making out with this pretty goth girl, and making chaste lip contact with Alkim. Dana did not come out ahead. Somehow, even the most minor exposure to that chemical cocktail of his was enough to eclipse the pleasure of seducing a new woman.

 

These were not proper lesbian thoughts, and the realization of how far she’d gone renewed Kate’s disgust in herself. She pulled away, and watched as her purple hairs reluctantly separated from Dana’s red ones. There was literal (static) electricity between them, but insufficient chemistry. 

 

Kate decided her overwhelming sobriety had to be dealt with. 

 

“Can you give me a second? I need to powder my nose.”

 

“Sure,” panted Dana,“the bathroom’s down the hall.”

 

“Not what I asked.”

 

Kate opened her purse and grabbed the eightball from last night. There was still half left, about two grams. She poured out less than half a gram, cut two lines onto Dana’s counter with a credit card, then snorted one directly from the countertop.

 

She kept her head tilted back to ensure it all dissolved. The dopamine rush that followed immediately improved Kate’s mood, turning all her bad feelings into good ones. She felt alert, focused, and energized.

 

 

Kate only wished she’d done that before their date, but hindsight was twenty-twenty.

 

Dana seemed more than a little shocked at the sudden presence of hard drugs, but Kate was past caring what this thirsty girl thought of her.

 

 

“You want one?” she offered, pointing to the dusted countertop.

 

The girl nervously shook her head. “Ummm… I don’t really do, umm… white drugs. Just weed, sorry.”

 

 

“I respect that,” Kate lied, and began lifting her shirt. 

 

It caught under her tits, dragging them up and up, gradually exposing more and more pale underboob. Then, all at once, they dropped, slapping against her chest with a loud plap, and settling not far above her navel. The titty-drop kind of hurt, but Kate was committed to the show.

 

She threw the shirt off completely, and watched as Dana’s eyes bugged out from the sight of the uncontained tits and liberated nipples. Thanks to her piercings, her nipples were already erect. Looking at them now, Kate thought they seemed darker than normal, almost purple, while the rest of the skin appeared weirdly pale, contrasting strongly against the many blue veins that ran beneath the skin. They’d changed so much, and so quickly. Kate wasn’t sure she liked the look of these overgrown hangers, but Dana looked ready to get on her knees and pray.

 

“Oh my god… they’re so…” 

 

She’s literally speechless. “Big?” Yeah, I fucking know.

 

Dana nodded, awed by Kate’s big-fucking-naturals.

 

“Can you believe they're still growing?” 

 

“R-really?” Dana seemed genuinely awed by the admission. Kate didn’t even want to know what size Dana was imagining if these weren't too much for her.

 

“Yeah, hormones or something. I used to be an F-cup. Now, I can do this.”

 

Kate lifted one huge tit to her face, locked eyes with Dana, and sucked the nipple into her mouth. It was all too easy now, she didn’t even need to bend her neck down to reach them. After a few licks she let go with her hands, suspending her heavy tit with suction alone. Kate watched Dana lick her lips, clearly wishing it was her mouth on Kate’s nipple. Then, Kate opened her mouth, letting the tit fall and slap against her chest, then repeated this display with the other one.

 

“Oh, wow…”

 

 

Once her nipples, piercings, and areolas were thoroughly slavered, Kate grabbed one boob in each hand, leaned over the counter, and plopped her nipples right into the remaining coke. Dana watched, dumbstruck, as Kate rubbed her heavy boobs into the schedule II mess. When Kate stood back up, her nipples were completely coated in white powder.

 

Kate didn’t need to say another word, she just crooked a finger at the stunned lesbian.

 

Dana didn’t even bother picking up her slacked jaw, she just walked over to Kate, hefted one massive tit in both hands, and locked her mouth onto the powdered areola. 

 

Suddenly, Dana seemed fine with harder drugs. She suckled at Kate’s tits rapaciously, despite having probably lost most of the feeling in her lips, gums, and tongue. It was about as much local anesthetic as a 1930’s dentist would have applied to Dana’s mouth before pulling out all of her wisdom teeth. And still she continued to lick and suck it all off Kate's überboobs, switching from nipple to nipple, latching herself onto as much of Kate as she could fit into her mouth or squeeze between her hands.

 

 

The bitter, numbing alkaloid was clearly no deterrent for the girl’s boob-lust, and might as well have been powdered sugar. Kate wasn’t sure how much of Dana’s newfound boldness was the coke, or just her baseline desire to have boobs in her mouth, but she didn’t really care. This was already much better than their makeout session.

 

She vaguely remembered Alkim once said something about mucus membranes being why you either snort or gum cocaine, and can’t just rub it into your skin. Applying coke to her nipples did not result in any numbness, and Kate’s sensitivity had been enhanced beyond mere growth. 

 

 

Kate felt the wetness from Dana’s drooling mouth, felt the stretching of her skin stretch as her nipples were drawn in, felt the fine bumps on the tongue raking over her delicate skin, felt the torque on her metal studs getting batted around. Even the girl’s rapid breathing was enough to get Kate’s nerves firing away. Kate started to get used to Dana’s hungry rhythm: suck, lick, exhale, repeat. The titplay felt amazing, but Kate needed more; more feeling, more sensation, more everything.

 

She wrapped her other hand around the back of Dana’s head, and pulled the suckling girl closer, nearly blocking off her nose with spillover titflesh, and her other tit resting on the girl’s shoulder. With the weight of her boobs supported by Dana, Kate was able to shimmy her shorts down her legs without falling forward, kicked them away, and slipped a hand under her panties. Thankfully, she’d already started to get wet.

 

Dana, however, was too busy fondling Kate’s knockers, and would not spare a hand for her own pussy. Dana only ever unlatched from one of Kate’s nipples so she could switch to the other, like she needed to know if they tasted different. 

 

Kate had to admit, it was pretty hot seeing how much this girl hungered for her. Between the fingers working her clit, and the worshiping mouth on her tits, Kate was enjoying herself, but she wanted more. Plus, standing bent over against Dana’s countertop wasn’t the most comfortable position to get fucked in.

 

Kate pulled her boob out of Dana’s sucking mouth with some effort. It exited with a loud pop, and Dana whimpered like a dog that couldn’t comprehend giving up her ball in order to play fetch.

 

Kate backed up, pulled down her wet panties, and threw them at Dana’s face. She didn’t react in time, and they hit her right in the nose while she fumbled to catch them. Kate gave her a little spin, showing off the rest of her bountiful curves that Dana had rudely ignored thus far. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” Kate suggested.

 

“Oh, right! This way!” Dana moved for her room, throwing off her clothes like they were on fire. The panties were gone before Kate even had time to appreciate the style or color. Kate enjoyed watching the desperate girl jumping at her every suggestion, and Dana’s slim legs looked pretty good dancing to her tune.

 

Already naked, Kate followed at her own pace, holding her tits in a hand bra to keep them from bouncing around too much. Dana had really gone to town on them, and Kate’s palms came away slick.

 

Dana’s bedroom was a lot more interesting than her living room. Still pretty much immaculate, with light purple bed sheets, some tropical houseplants on her windowsill, and three anime posters on the wall: Princess Mononoke, Attack on Titan, and Evangelion. 

 

 

Also on Dana’s desk was an expensive gaming PC, which Kate would have asked about if she wasn’t beyond sick of smalltalk. There was also a poster of some big-titty model in a bikini, right next to the bed, like one might imagine a teenage boy hanging up in his room. So she keeps her jerkoff fuel close. Kate found that to be the most honest decoration in this whole place, and she couldn’t help but notice her own pair had outgrown the tits on that poster by a sizable margin.

 

Dana was already wet between her thighs, and all that just from touching and sucking tits. Kate decided it was well past time she cut to the chase, and got what she needed out of this hookup.

 

She sashayed over to Dana’s bed, twirled around, laid back, cradled her huge tits between her elbows, spread her thighs, and pointed down at her wetness. 

 

Dana was practically twitching, fiending to get back to her new favorite toys. She got down on all fours on the mattress, and began crawling over towards Kate’s chest.

 

 

Kate halted the girl with a foot on her forehead.

 

“No more boobs until you’ve finished your pussy.” Kate swung her leg back into a more leisurely position: knees bent, legs spread, and pussy on full display. She slapped her inner thigh with one hand, and parted her slick labia with the other.

 

Dana got the message, clearly eager to please the one with the tits. She allowed Kate to push her head down those perfect thighs, and got to work. 

 

She wet two fingers in her mouth, then began lapping at Kate’s clit with gusto, while simultaneously working her index finger into Kate.

 

Luckily, Dana’s mouth had not gotten too sore from all the tit-sucking. It’d taken a few minutes for the coke to enter her system through the gums, it had blessed her with limitless stores of energy, and a singular focus on Kate’s pleasure.

 

 

Kate might have said a prayer to whatever Peruvian god or goddess was supposed to be in charge of it, except she knew nothing about Peru, and didn’t believe in any gods. Mere weeks ago, she’d been obsessed with finding the perfect girlfriend, but at that moment, Kate didn’t believe in romance, or love, or anything else beyond getting off. 

 

Now, Dana was finally doing her part to make that happen.

 

 

She was surprisingly talented with that tongue of hers, working around the hood of Kate’s clit with a precision, and delicacy that she had not employed on Kate’s sensitive nipples. Soon she inserted a second finger, and she curled them inside at just the right angle, and adjusted her pumping in time with Kate’s twitching. After a few minutes, she managed to find the perfect rhythm. 

 

“Yes! Yes! Just like that!” Kate moaned. Her hips lifted off the bed, taking Dana with her. She palmed the back of the girl’s head, barely holding her to her pussy with the bucking of her hips. Kate’s tight walls clenched around Dana’s fingers.

 

Even Dana’s excited breath running over Kate’s sensitive clit was helping to push her over the edge.

 

She gripped Dana’s sheets tightly. A tremor ran through Kate, causing her to arch her back, and sending her breasts tumbling out to each side of her torso. Apparently Dana just couldn’t resist the sight, moving her free hand from Kate’s thigh up to her left breast, and tugging the whole thing around by the nipple piercing.

 

That was a flagrant violation of the “no more boobs” agreement, but Kate had no desire to stop the obsessed girl, not when she was so close to cumming.

 

The sensation of being worshiped like this from so many different points of interest was unlike anything else. 

 

She ground her mound into the other girl’s face, and squeezed her other tit with one hand, while the other clutched a handful of sheets. She came like that, under the combined assault of penetration, clitoral stimulation, and some powerful burst of feeling from her nipples that she’d never experienced before. 

 

 

But there was no comedown, not from this. Without being given the signal to stop, Dana just kept lapping away like a good girl.

 

Once Kate managed to cum a couple of times from Dana’s tireless tongue, she allowed the boob-hound to get back to sucking on her tits, while she took her turn fingering Dana, and rubbing at her clit. After a bit, they switched to tribbing, adjusting their positions so that Dana could keep her mouth fastened to one of Kate’s nipples.

 

Kate couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that between the two of them, Dana was cumming a lot more often, and easily. She was almost jealous, but was pleased enough that it made her job a lot easier. She barely had to do anything more than let Dana worship her breasts, and add the most minor stimulation on top of that.

 

After a couple hours, and several more orgasms, they finally called a timeout.

 

“Oh my…” Dana husked from down on Kate’s chest, nuzzling between tits nearly the size of her head.

 

Jesus, she really can’t get enough of them. Should have gotten a tattoo of a suckling kitten instead of a tiger. Kate had never met another woman this obsessed with her boobs before, and she found this side of Dana both somewhat annoying, and also incredibly flattering.

 

“Enjoy yourself?” asked Kate.

 

“Are you kidding me?” Dana grinned, “That was the best sex of my life! And these,” Dana grabbed the sides of Kate’s boobs, pushed them together for a quick motorboating session, then rested her head on the right, “are the best pillows I’ve ever felt.” She squeezed tightly around Kate’s nipple.

 

Kate hummed from the rough play, but then Dana let out a surprised yelp.

 

“What? What’s wrong?” asked Kate.

 

“I, uh, I’m not sure…” Dana just stared at Kate's nipple again, but not reverently, like before. She looked puzzled.

 

Curious, Kate looked down to see a pale, yellowish fluid seeping out of her nipple.

 

“What the fuck?!” Kate roughly shoved Dana off her chest, and ran to the bathroom down the hall, locking the door behind her.

 

She inspected her nipple in front of the mirror, and then hefted her tit up to her face to get a closer look.

 

The stuff was pooling around her piercing.

 

 

Dana knocked on the door a moment later. “You okay?”

 

“I’m fine!” Kate yelled, clearly not fine.

 

“D-do you want me to take a look?”

 

“No! I think you’ve done enough!”

 

Kate returned her attention to the mysterious liquid. She worried this must be a sign of some infection, and uncapped the barbell of her nipple piercing, removed the bar, then repeated the process with the other.

 

She wasn’t exactly an expert on these things, but she’d had infected piercings before. Once they were both out she sniffed the metal in her hands, yet detected nothing that indicated an infection. 

 

That was odd, but she decided to keep her piercings out for the time being, just to be safe. 

 

 

She washed her boobs off under hot water, and left the bathroom.

 

Dana was standing right outside with a concerned and anxious look on her face. Kate pushed past her, grabbing the eightball from the kitchen and rubbing a pinch of powder into her gums.

 

“Did I do something wrong?” Dana squeaked. “Or, is it because you’re still growing?”

 

Shit! Maybe it is, hadn’t even thought of that. But the reminder of her growing burdens was even more upsetting, and she lashed out with an accusatory tone at the boob-hound. “No, it’s fine. I just think spontaneously leaking something probably means my boobs have been through enough for one day, don’t you think?” 

 

Dana’s puppydog eyes were downcast in shame, for once, too abashed to stare at Kate’s chest.

 

 

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things…” Kate grinned, and pushed Dana back onto the bed. “I’m not through with you yet.”