Busty Friend Chapter 3

“Hey Tasha!” Erica said as she entered the apartment.  I was standing in the corner, watching.  They embraced in a hug, and though Erica was only slightly taller than Tasha, she dwarfed her upper body with the size of her massive chest.  She was wearing a gray shirt that completely covered them up, but even still they were so big it was impossible not to notice them, and even more impossible not to wonder.  Tasha looked like she was hugging two squishy watermelons, and I was instantly jealous.  How was she not?  She seemed perfectly content with this huge titted girl in the same house, especially now knowing that I was obsessed with them as well.  It was one of life’s great mysteries.

When she was done hugging her, she looked up and saw me.  She let her go and puffed her chest back up.

“Hi Mike!” she said, giving a little hop which made her breasts bounce.  They looked like they should have knocked her in the face, probably broken her nose.  Instead, she was completely graceful.  She had an innocent look on her face, but it was clear she knew what she was doing.  Everyone in the room knew what she was doing, and nobody was about to put a stop to it.  It was evil, it was wrong, it was-

“Good to see you,” she said, now walking towards me.

“Yeah, good to see you too,” I said, already falling into her trance.  I could hear Tasha giggling, but she may as well have been on another planet.  I couldn’t drop focus on this busty goddess sauntering towards me.

“Tasha and I were going to cozy up on the couch and watch Captain Amazing,” she said, now paused in front of me.  She was around my height, so her gigantic breasts were even with my pecs, dwarfing me like she did Tasha.  Each was so big and round, I wanted to bury my face in them.  But I had to resist.  I couldn’t be dominated by this girl.  I had to stand up for myself.  But it was so hard when it seemed like everyone was in on it, everyone including my girlfriend, who was standing just five feet away.  “Care to cozy up with us?” she asked, raising one eyebrow as if in a challenge.

“I… um…” I could barely get out.

“I know it’s a two seater, but don’t worry!” she said with a smile.  “I can wiggle my way between you two.  No funny business while we’re watching the movie, okay?”

I silently must have agreed, because before long, I was on the left side of the couch, Tasha was on the right, and big boobed Erica was squeezed in the middle.  Tasha hit the play button on the remote, and the movie began, a superhero flick that was as flashy as it was boring.  I couldn’t pay attention to it, considering the massive tits to my immediate right.  I hadn’t even noticed before, but she was also wearing short shorts that showed off her thick, golden thighs.  She really was the antithesis to Tasha in every way.  But I just could not focus on anything when she was around.

The opening scene played out, the scene where they had to build up to the reveal of the hero.  It took a bit to get going, but eventually he would become the caped character everyone knew and loved.  The story was dumb and obvious, but the special effects were top notch, not to mention the main star of the movie was a Hollywood hunk.

“Oh my god, he’s so hot,” Erica said.  “I just want to smother his face with my boobs.”  The two of them laughed.

“He’d probably let you!” Tasha laughed.

Every time Erica laughed, her chest bounced up and down, her gray shirt barely able to contain those monsters from breaking free.  “I would be like, hey baby,” she said, while pretending to hold his face in front of her breasts.  “Wanna die but be really happy doing it?  And he would say yes and then I would smother him like this.”  She held her hands tight into her breasts, squeezing them in and pushing them up.  The sheer volume of her chest was mind blowing, and I couldn’t look away.

“Oh my god!” Tasha said, as if voicing my thoughts.  “You’re gonna suffocate the poor guy!”  Yeah poor guy.

“I guess that makes me the villain,” Erica joked.  “I could hold him in here and he’s trying to squirm, but I’m too strong.  Hmm… I guess movies don’t really end that way do they?”  She seemed to have a moment of disappointment.

“They should!” Tasha chimed in.

“Yeah…” Erica said.  “Hey… I wonder how big his dick is.”

Tasha burst out laughing at Erica’s non sequitur.  Erica started laughing too.  I felt like the only one not in on the joke.

“I bet it’s like a tube of cookie dough,” Erica said.

“Gross, you like it that big?” Tasha asked.

“Oh hell yeah!” she responded.  “I love em huge.  The bigger the better.  Honestly, if you aren’t afraid of what it’s gonna do to your insides, is it really big enough?”

“Oh no way,” Tasha said.  “I could never get something too big in there.  I like ‘em nice and comfortable.”

“That’s just because you’re not used to it,” stated Erica factually.  Spoken like a true scientist, I was surprised she didn’t pretend to lift the fake glasses on her nose.  “Mike, pull out your dick, let me see what you’re playing with.”

“What?  I can’t…”

“Oh come on, just whip it out!  Tasha’s cool with it right?”  She looked at my girlfriend, who nodded enthusiastically.

I looked at her, pleading with my eyes for her to say something, but nothing was coming out.  I gave out a heavy sigh, and undid my belt buckle, undid the button on my jeans, and unzipped my pants.  I pushed them down as little as I could and pulled my flaccid cock out of my underwear.  Erica immediately let out a loud cackle, which made my dick want to crawl back in and die.

She placed her hands on her cheeks, squeezing her boobs together, pushing them forward.  “Is this it?” she asked, implying a lack of size.  She looked at Tasha, who nodded her head with a smile.  “THIS is all you’ve got?  This tiny little thing?”  I felt the blood rushing out of my body and into my face.  I was surprised I wasn’t somehow vomiting blood at this point.  “Does it, like, I don’t know… get bigger?”

“I mean… yeah…” I said, trying desperately to defend myself from this busty monster tearing me down.

“Well, get it hard for me,” she said.

“I can’t… It’s not that simple,” I muttered.  I was very shy.  I had never been an exhibitionist, and for sure had never been in a situation like this before.  Why had Tasha not put a stop to this already?

Erica put on a pouty face.  She got up on her knees on the couch, so her chest was now level with my face.  She put one arm around the back of my head, not pulling me, but certainly edging me forward.  Her breasts, the objects of my new desire, were right in front of me, blocking everything else from view, trapped in a shirt that I so desperately wished would just break apart for me.

“You can’t get your little dick hard for me?” she asked, looking down at me.  I looked up at her, and her pouty lips turned into a smile.  I looked down, and of course, I was now rock hard.  She had manipulated me so easily, and without even touching me.  I had never been so dominated like this in my life.

“Tasha, I…” I tried saying.

Erica put a finger in front of my mouth.  “Shh,” she said.  “Don’t worry about her right now, just look at my big tits and stay hard.”  I shut up immediately and let her continue doing whatever it is she wanted.  I couldn’t believe Tasha was hearing this and not speaking up.  This girl was in complete control.  Erica turned her head to Tasha.  “Gotta be about five inches, maybe six on a good day?”

“Sounds about right,” I heard Tasha say.  My face was on those huge boobs.

Erica snickered.  “This thing would never work for me.  I need ‘em way bigger.  I feel like I could measure his dick with my finger.  I need something closer to an arm.”  She held up her arm and motioned from her elbow to her hand.

“That’s too big!” Tasha said.

The two spent the rest of the movie talking about the hero’s cock, and how big it probably was.  By the end of it, Tasha seemed won over by a cock the size of an arm.  They both forgot I was there, so I tried pulling up my pants, when I felt Erica’s hand on my shoulder.

“Did you forget our deal already?” she said.

I knew what she was talking about.  Tasha knew what she was talking about.  I didn’t want to admit the deal was real.  I paused for as long as I could, with a major deer-in-the-headlights look on my face.

“No,” I muttered.

“Start stroking, okay?” she said, using a voice that would be normal for a receptionist.  It was like this was a normal and transactional request.  I instantly became hard hearing that voice coming from someone like her.  My hand, almost against my will, stroked my cock, which was throbbing with anticipation.  Her giant tits were no longer in front of my face, but they may as well have been with the focus I had on them.

“That’s right, back and forth,” she said calmly.  Tasha may as well have not been in the room anymore.  It was just me and Erica, and more importantly, me and Erica’s huge breasts, staring back at me.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” she asked politely.  I couldn’t hold it in any longer.  Cum shot out of my dick and on to my jeans.  “Get it all out okay?” she added, somehow prolonging my ejaculation.  When I was done, I panting, and I backed my head into the couch.  Erica seemed disappointed, but kept a straight face.

“Thank you,” she said, standing up.  She turned to Tasha.  “I’d better head home, it’s getting late.”  I assume Tasha nodded, I really didn’t care at this point.  Erica moved towards the door, leaving Tasha staring at me… with a smile.