Chapter 159 - #159 /the dangerous surprise/

Eliza’s house was a tall and exceptionally modern structure. As previously mentioned, its walls were more composed out of glass than solid materials, which made it a paparazzi's personal heaven. It was no surprise Eliza had naturally become so confident when it seemed like almost her entire life was on display. A voyeurs heaven was my hell, given I was shy at the best of times, but at that moment I was also lugging around several hundred pounds worth of body image issues. As I waddled up the path, I couldn’t help but wonder how Eliza was dealing with it. It was almost easy to forget considering its relative size, but her figure had been wrecked as well. A figure she had worked hard to maintain. I could only assume the trademark confidence her glass crucible of a homestead and rich and beautiful mother provided was carrying her through. Or at least taking some of the weight off her poor back. I did my best to shelve these worries though. I was on my way to rendezvous with my beautiful lover to celebrate some hard-won victories. I was so busy being lost in thought and attempting to shelve these emotions I had waddled my way all the way up to the front door and had half opened it before it was tugged free on the other side. I stumbled a little and teetered in position. My bodies bottom heavy center of mass almost tugged me backwards.

A strong yet soft hand grabbed me steadily and pulled me enough to readjust my footing. Its owner was Cynthia. I had tried to call her Miss or Misses in the past. But had been shot down on all occasions. Eventually we had reached an ultimatum, I could either call her Cynthia or Mom, and considering some emotional baggage pertaining to my own mother I had settled on the former. It was one of the only times I had ever seen the well-off milf be assertive about anything. Her hair was Eliza’s same shade of platinum blonde, though Cynthia had much more of It to go around, it usually draped down to her lower back but when she wasn’t on set for a movie it was pulled up into a shamelessly messy bun. Her face was reminiscent of Eliza’s but had some noticeable different. Cynthia had Eliza young, but even still you could see a certain maturity to the actress's features. Her face was also all curves and expressive features, her eyes big and bright her lips soft and plump. Eliza had more sharp edges to her features that gave her a slightly more mischievous vibe. While her mother would’ve looked doe eyed and innocent if it wasn’t for two big things.

To nobodies surprise they came down the mother's side of the family tree, and while Eliza’s chest had surpassed them with recent blubber boosts, her mom's cannons were still shamelessly huge compared to the average. They had a certain heft to them that caused to droop slightly more, giving them a tear shaped persuasion that looked downright tantalizing in motion. As a result, I doubt I need to tell you what sort of roles she was type cast for. If anything, her chest was so dramatic it would distract completely from any movie that was trying to have an actual plot. However, nobody was more open and good humored about her typical roles than she was. Dumb action movies pumped full of eye candy were her favorites to begin with. “Uh hello...” I managed to murmur. I had been expecting a bust ambush but not quite so suddenly. “You’re still way too shy you know that? You guys have been friends for forever” she pouted at me before pulling me into a warm and slightly smothering hug. “And you should really try and stop spacing out...you’ll probably get hurt” she added in a fretting voice that warmed my bitter heart. “You shouldn’t worry too much...half the time she falls over she lands directly into cleavage it seems like” the familiar teasing voice of my lover called in from the house.

I tried to squeeze my way in past Cynthia, but we wound up briefly squished together. We pulled free after I was once again almost suffocated by the actress's chest. There were stans online that would’ve quite literally committed murder for that opportunity. “Case in point” Eliza said glancing up from her couch and shooting me a wink. There had been an obvious joke about my own padding cushioning my fall. It was so obvious in fact that since Eliza had seemed to have missed it, I almost made it myself. It was odd for her to overlook such an obvious size related tease. “I was just on my way out to get some Chinese food with my new co-star" Cynthia explained as if to apologize for our brief collision. That was interesting. It was hardly an actress's diet. Thinking back on it I couldn’t help but think maybe she was looking just an inch softer than usual, mainly around her face and a little bit around her chest. I had almost missed it since her usual comparison point, Eliza, had gotten so much bigger lately. “Not without a bra you weren’t” Eliza scolded her and I noticed the other thing I had missed in our brief collision. Cynthia opened her mouth as if to object. “I will not have a second rendition of Nipple Gate” Eliza told her mom, waddling over to where some previously worn clothes had been discarded on an arm chair and rummaging around before tossing a black frilly bra across the room to her mom's general vicinity.

In typical body confident fashion, the milf flipped her top up and proceeded to try and stuff the girls in. “I wasn’t trying to flash anyone; I just didn't remember if I had done the laundry” she objected as she attempted to fasten it herself. A task that was obviously a little awkward and brought pronounced attention to the way her breasts were surging slightly out of the cups of her bra. “I usually do the laundry, and the only reason it hasn’t been done recently is because you’ve been heading out more often” Eliza explained in a tone that carried a bit of scolding. “Look she’s a rising star, I can hardly pass up a chance to meet with her, beside the food is to die for” she protested licking her lips a little. “I could bring you back some leftovers if you like” she offered having finally got her bra into position and tugging her top back down. “I think we’ll pass, we’ll be very busy tonight” Eliza practically purred at me, earning a slightly wry chuckle from her mom in return. “I say this with all the love in the world...but please mind the bed frame” she forewarned us, obviously aware of our combined body mass before dipping out the door.

“Well you heard her...we have to look after that bed frame...let’s go check up on it” my lover said lifting herself up off the couch and approaching me with a bouncy enticing rhythm, grabbing me by the hand and beginning to lead me up the stairs. I was practically dizzy with glee. It was a wonder Eliza could still have that effect on me with how long we had been together. Although admittedly it might’ve had something to do with the fact, we so rarely did it in her room. Partially because of the open nature of her house, and partially because there seemed to be nothing my lover loved more than invading my privacy. As I entered her room, we both paused to do a pantomime of ensuring the bed frame was okay. Before sinking into each other's soft arms. We both kissed one another briefly lost in each other's sent and size. Her delicate hands tracing my body, squeezing and pawing my figure. I went to return the favor but was surprised when I received a playful shove. I staggered and found she was sitting on her bed, legs spread enticingly and smiling across at me while I was leaning against the back wall. It was amazing she was capable of pushing me given my size advantage and the amount of boob in the way.

“Strip!” she told me licking her lips and twirling her finger in a theatrical motion. I froze once more reminded of the literal glass house. I mean, I knew we’d be having sex, so getting naked was probably inevitable, but having so much attention brought to it made me feel incredibly shy. “No buts, except yours of course” she told me before I could object. Her bossiness was rather hot. So hot I complied. Pulling my top off and struggling with squeezing past my chest and arms. Peeling off the clothes that were constricting my overthickened bottom half. I felt my body surge out unrestricted by clothing, in a fashion that made me feel all the bigger. I went to unstrap my bra, but Eliza held up a finger as if to pause me. I blinked. She paused for a moment as if to drink in the sight of me, a soft smile forming on her face. Which quickly flashed into a wicked grin. Standing there in my underwear it took me a second to process. But she was holding my phone. No doubt having grabbed it during our brief bit of foreplay. And it was trained on me.

“Honey...” I offered. “Sweetie...” I continued. “...All the other pet names I have are boob puns and some of them are kind of rude....so” I objected holding my hands out as if they could do anything to stop a fattening blast. Eliza giggled in a downright evil fashion. “You remember back when you didn't keep me informed about Mindy and we had that minor couples dispute...” Eliza said with a dismissive hand wave, clearly indicating the negative connotations were over. “If it’s a threesome you want...there are more agreeable candidates...there’s no way she’d agree to it...” I objected further. “Oh my god you forgot...you really have been busy lately” Eliza said with a slight teasing face palm. “You said I could have the app for a day of my choosing.... a day is a 24-hour period...and I’m starting mine now” she said waving my phone around a bit in a theatrical fashion. I visibly gulped as I recalled that agreement. “What are you going to do with it...” I asked several scenarios all of which were bad for my waistline flashing through my mind. Eliza glanced outside the window and then back to me. Paused for dramatic effect. Then downstairs, I heard the peculiar sound of the doorbell ringing.