"When I said I'd let you crash on my couch for a few weeks, I didn't mean that you could just move in permanently!" snapped Kayla. Her long blonde hair, normally so well-groomed, flew wildly as she ran her fingers through it in frustration. "I didn't mean that I'd let you make a mess of my living room, or eat the lunches I'd prepped for myself, or smoke weed on the couch all damn day!"
Dee tucked her vape beneath her thigh, half-thinking that having it out of view would make her roommate less angry. It wouldn't, of course, but weed made her think funny things sometimes. "Kay, chill, I'll be out of here as soon as--"
"You said that last week, Dee!" Kayla clenched her jaw. "I swear to fucking god, if you're not sending out resumes first thing tomorrow, your ass is out on the streets! You can find some other sucker who'll take you in!" With that, she stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Anxiety began to make its way through Dee's clouded thoughts. She didn't even know anyone in town who'd let her stay with them, and she certainly didn't know anyone who'd give her a job. She'd been through three employers in as many weeks. There was only one thing to do in a time like this. Dee pulled her vape back out and took a puff. As she exhaled, she let out a long, languid moan.
"God, I wish Kay would let me stay and not make me get a job."
As soon as the words and smoke left her mouth, Dee felt a sudden warmth, flooding throughout her body and settling in her chest. Her hands flew to her breasts, letting out a soft moan as a pleasant tingling ran through them. The guy at the dispensary hadn't mentioned this as a possible side effect, but--
"Oh, fuck--" she gasped. Dee could feel pressure building in her chest, as though the flesh of her tits were pressing out against the surrounding skin. Her top was growing tighter, the fabric squeezing her tits and sending warm, calming waves of endorphins through her body. She took a deep breath, relishing in the feeling. Every inch of her swelling tits tingled with a newfound sensitivity; even the crumbs that had fallen into her cleavage sent mini-shockwaves through her brain. She stretched her arms and arched her back, willing herself to grow more, to get every ounce of pleasure she could from this.
With a soft, shuddering sigh, Dee bucked her hips forward, feeling her arousal growing as her tits swelled outwards--faster now, arcing over her stomach and creeping over her thighs, growing heavier and firmer with each breath. "Oh--oh god, just--"
Dee squeezed her massive breasts as she came, each orgasmic pulse blending with the calm warmth of her growth and the THC clouding her mind, sending her on brief, spasming trips through Nirvana. As it finally ended, she let her body relax fully, reveling in her blissful calm.
When Dee finally awoke, she didn't know how long she'd been asleep. Judging by the fact that it was still dark outside, it couldn't have been too long. Still, though, judging by the fact that Kayla was out in the living room, sleep mask dangling around her neck and pajamas loosely hanging off her Pilates-toned body, it had to have been a few hours.
"Oh--hey, Kayla," Dee said, yawning as she idly stroked her new tits. "Sorry, did I wake you or something?"
Dee didn't register the look on Kayla's face until she spoke. "I--well, no, I came out for some water and--did--are you--um--" Kayla blushed as she looked away for a moment, then blushed harder as her gaze returned to Dee's cleavage.
The clarity that growing sobriety and a post-orgasmic nap offered Dee gave her a sudden realization. Maybe breast growth wasn't necessarily a side effect of her vape. Maybe...
"You see something you like?" asked Dee, smirking.
"No!" Kayla shook her head frantically. "I mean, it's not that I dislike, but like, I'm straight, so I'm not--but like if I were into women--"
Dee felt a wicked twinge run throughout her body. She had an idea. "So Kay. I know you said I should start looking for a job tomorrow, but like. I'm gonna be busy, you know?"
"Oh, no problem," said Kayla. She had abandoned all pretenses of not staring at Dee's chest by now. "Yeah, you don't have to go job hunting tomorrow."
Dee figured she could press her luck. "And, man, I'm sorry, but like, I'm gonna be busy all week."
"Sure, sure." Kay nodded. "With what?"
"Smoking weed and masturbating," said Dee. "Maybe eating all of your snacks."
Kayla looked up at Dee. "I--I mean, sure, Dee, take as much time as you need, but could you leave my snacks alone? Those 100-calorie packs are, well--uh--"
That was odd, Dee thought. Then again, she didn't wish for free reign over Kayla's pantry. "Oh. Yeah, that's alright. As much time as I need, though? So like, a month? A year?"
"Um--yeah," said Kayla. "As long as you want. It's good to have you around to look at and--I mean--It's uh. Good to have you around."
Dee smiled. "Cool. I'll be here for a lot longer then."
"Sure!" Kayla cracked a dazed smile. "And uh--if the lease is up, then--"
"Then I'll move with you to the next place."
"Cool, cool." Kayla smiled. "Is--is that all? It's just that, um--I'm sort of--well--"
Judging by the beet-red tone of Kayla's face, Dee figured she'd have to let her go before she exploded. "Yeah, that's fine. G'night, Kay. Have fun in there."
Kayla let out a squeak of embarrassment as she retreated towards her bedroom door. Dee counted out five seconds before she could hear a familiar buzzing sound. Dee smiled. She knew she should get ready for bed as well. Still, she could do with a snack.
Dee corrected herself. A snack, and another puff on her vape.
Well, maybe a snack, another puff on her vape, and three hours of oral from a certain high-strung blonde.
Dee smiled as she raised the vape to her lips, wondering what would grow this time, and by how much. As she exhaled, she purred,
"God, I wish Kayla would do whatever I wanted."
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