Jessica's Day
By Bubs
Warning: This story contains content of a mature nature. Do not read if you are offended by such content.  

Description: This story chronicles one day in the life of a woman with impossibly huge breasts. There will be a lot of mundane details about her life. If this interests you, read on. If that bores you, feel free to skip to the EPILOGUE. If  you want to go straight to the sex, skip to EPILOGUE 2: THE SEX.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
	Jessica groped for her phone and cracked an eye to turn off the alarm. She wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but she knew that in a few minutes her back-up alarm would go off across the room, and she wanted to be vertical for that. She reached above her to turn on her bedside lamp then pulled down her blankets and looked at her breasts. Jessica lay on her left side, on the right side of her queen bed, and her breasts stretched almost to the other side of the bed. Her left breast pressed up against the head of the bed, and her right breast sat next to it on the bed. Each was two feet wide on the bed, a foot-and-a-half tall at their "peaks," and weighed about a hundred pounds (they could vary by up to 20 pounds depending on the time of the month). Jessica preferred to sleep on her back, but that made getting up in the morning more difficult. She could lie down easily enough, but once down, she was held down by 200 pounds of boob flesh. Then she had to grab the handle at the end of a chain that hung from her ceiling and pull with all her might just to get into a sitting position. It was more difficult than getting up from her side, but she still preferred it. Unfortunately, the bolt connecting the chain to the ceiling had worked itself loose a few days ago, and she hadn't been able to get it repaired. 
	Jessica swung her legs behind her and off the bed. Her breasts anchored her top half, putting her in a kneeling position. She stood up, braced one leg against her mattress and pulled. She could feel the skin connected to her chest stretch and the glutes and quads in her leg strain as her breasts slowly slid across the bed, bringing her fitted sheet with them. She sighed, not relishing having to fix her sheets. She stood up straight and caught her balance as her breasts slapped against her and jiggled before settling down to their normal position, hanging down to just above her knees. As she took off the XXXXL men's shirt she slept in, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She had a beautiful face with bright green eyes and lips that were almost an inch thick. Her hair was red and thick, that ran in wavy tresses down to her ankles when she didn't have it done up in a braid, as she did now. Her hair was so thick that her braid was four inches wide and added a good 15 pounds to her body weight. She would cut it shorter, but it grew several inches a day until it reached its full length so she usually didn't bother. Her hips, hidden by her prodigious bust, flared out to just over two feet wide. Her ass stuck out behind her like the halves of two basketballs. 
	'Stupid wish,' she thought to herself for the ten thousandth time. 
	Nature called and she shuffled towards the bathroom, her knees knocking into her breasts with each step. She couldn't afford to have the door widened, so she grabbed her breasts on each side and squeezed them together. She still had to smush them to get them through the two and a half foot wide doorway. Due to her sleepiness she didn't center herself in the door and rammed her right hip into the doorframe. She cursed as she lost her balance and fell to the floor, landing on top of her boobs. The cold tile on over ten square feet of breast woke her up instantly. She didn't feel like standing up all the way, so she dragged her boobs over to the toilet and sat down, bending over to keep her breasts on the floor. It was cold, but was more comfortable than holding herself upright at the moment. When she finished, she washed her hands and squeezed her way back into her bedroom.  
	Jessica put on some music and began her morning exercises. She was sometimes tempted to skip them, but she knew that if she didn't do two hours every day, her mobility would be severely limited. That was the whole reason she got up at 5am every day. She began with backups. She put her hands on her huge hips, spread her legs, and leaned forward until her body was at a right angle and her nipples brushed the floor. She shuddered with unwanted pleasure as the carpet tickled her sensitive nipples. She felt a tingling in her nether regions and wanted nothing more than to rub herself stupid. But she didn't have time for that. 'Stupid, foolish wish,' she thought again. With a grunt, she pulled herself straight again, her (fortunately) huge glutes lifting all 200 pounds of breast flesh. Then she did it again until she had done 100 reps. Then she did 100 squats, working her glutes and her (also) huge quads. She shuffled over to the wall and braced herself against a bar in the wall as she stepped up onto a small step and worked her calves with 100 toe presses. After that she caught her breath and did two more sets of her exercises again. When she finished, she was panting and covered in sweat. 
	She bent over one more time to pick up her free weights and sat down on her bed, her breasts filling her lap. She worked on her arms and shoulders. She liked this part because she didn't have to support the weight of her breasts. When she finished, she lifted herself off the bed again. She would have to wait until her chain bolt was finished before doing ab exercises, because otherwise she wouldn't be able to get up again. Normally she used the chain to work her upper back, but she contented herself with resting her breasts on her bed and using the free weights to work her back. Most people didn't need to do as many reps as she did, but most people didn't need the endurance to carry around 200 pounds of boob all day. 
	Her last weight exercise was unique to her. She bundled a breast in both arms and curled, lifting the breast. 20 reps, three sets. Her biceps and shoulders ached, and were bigger than those of some of the men in her office, but she needed to be able to carry herself if she wanted to live independently. 
	She took a moment to catch her breath, then rested her boobs on her bed while she put on her running shoes. She'd gotten adept at tying them without seeing them. Then she squeezed out of her bedroom and into the living room. She heaved her breasts on top of the standing desk she'd put in front of the treadmill and started it up. The desk held enough of her weight that she could jog on the treadmill. She ran for forty minutes while watching the news. Then she pulled her breasts off the desk (which was easy because they were coated in sweat) and got on the floor to do some stretches. She had room for splits, but she had to spread her breasts apart to touch her toes. 
	When she finished, she hoisted herself up, squeezed herself back into her bedroom and bathroom, and got in the shower. Keeping her balance was tricky at the best of times, and especially when her feet were wet. Not that she could squeeze her breasts into a normal shower. She had a bathtub that she rested her breasts in, and used the handheld shower head to wash her entire body. She had paid extra to have a drain installed in the floor of her bathroom, so the entire room became her shower. She scrubbed her breasts with a long-handled brush, biting her lip as she brushed her nipples. They were so sensitive she almost came right there. She wanted to give in and enjoy herself, but her years of discipline won. 
	Since she couldn't have her headphones in while she bathed, it freed her mind to remember all her regrets, including the terrible, stupid wish she had made so many years ago.

FLASHBACK (TW: SA)
	High school Jessica had average looks, but she was flexible and athletic, which got her a spot on the cheer squad. Like most of the other cheerleaders, she had a crush on one of the football players. In her case, she liked the quarterback, Ken Sterling. He was tall, and strong, and utterly suave and charming. She wasn't the only cheerleader to have a crush on him, and she knew she wasn't the prettiest. There were bustier girls, more athletic girls, and more outgoing girls. She had nothing that made her stand out, so she knew she didn't have a chance. 
	Until one day.
	Jessica was at the mall and found a store that she'd never seen before. She'd never even seen a door on this wall before, and something drew her inside. The inside looked like an antique shop, with shelves full of various objects and curios. 
	"Can I help you, miss?" asked the old man at the counter. 
	"No thanks, just looking," she replied. 
	He smiled "well, Jessica, just let me know what you want."
	Jessica paused. "How did you know my name?" 
	"I think you know."
	And Jessica did know. This was a Wandering Shop. They were said to grant wishes, but often in a way that you didn't expect or wanted. 
	"How...can you help me?" she asked, warily.
	"That depends," he said, "on what you really want." 
	That wasn't really a question, but Jessica paused before answering. "Well, there's this boy."
	"There usually is," the old man said with a smirk.
	"But he's really great, but I don't have a chance," she bemoaned.
	"Why is that?" he asked.
	"Well, there's nothing that makes me stand out. If only I could become what he wants."
	"Do you think that would make you happy?" he asked.
	"Well, I think so? I mean, he's just the coolest guy." (The modern Jessica shuddered when she remembered how he described him)
	"I can help you, but you have to be sure."
	Jessica paused, then nodded her head. "I'm sure."
	The old man shook his head. "Well, if you're sure." He walked down the aisle until he found an item that looked like a small, thin box. He opened it up, revealing two sides each the size of an index card with black wax. "The Tablet of Aphrodite. Write your name on one side and the side of this remarkable lad on the other. When you next awake, your form will have become that which he most desires. You can use any stylus or even a toothpick. The world will change so you have always looked this way, or come to look this way naturally. Your mind and personality will not change, except to remember your new life. Should you wish to change your form again, simply spread out his name, and write in the name of your next potential lover. I warn you now: you will never be able to return to your original form, unless you happen to find someone who most desires it."
	Jessica thought it over. She wasn't too attached to her limp brown hair and hazel eyes, or any part of her boring form. "I'll take it. How much?"
	"Only twenty dollars," he replied. 
	Jessica happily paid it. That night, she wrote her name in one side and Ken's in the other. She could barely sleep, she was so excited. 
	When she woke up, she found herself pinned to her bed by breasts that were almost 2/3 of her body weight. As her mother helped her get ready for school, she remembered how they'd started growing from when she was 10, seemingly doubling in size every month. A few years later her ass and hips expanded, too. Now she needed help just to get ready in the morning and was her school's most unusual user of disability benefits. She actually used a wheelchair to get around to classes! She wanted to be mortified, but her memories told her that this was just business as usual for her. 
	Fortunately, her memories also told her that she was dating Ken Sterling! She was the envy of everyone in school, despite being a freak. She put those thoughts together and came to a disturbing conclusion: her boyfriend was a freaky pervert! What kind of guy would get turned on by breasts so big they put her in a wheelchair? But he was nice to her and wheeled her from class to class. 
	As time went on, she started to see hints of his facade. He mostly respected her boundaries. That is, he never went all the way with her because she said no, but he would massage her nipples, which was enough to arouse her. Then he would squeeze and massage them until she came just from her sensitive nipples. While she was distracted, he would pump his dick in between her breasts until he came all over them. He would clean her off afterwards and apologize. He told her that she was just too sexy and he couldn't help it. Then he would tell her how lucky she was to find a guy who found her sexy, since most men wouldn't. 
	She believed him, too. Most people looked at her with pity or disgust. There were a few guys (and some girls) she saw looking at her with lust, and she wanted nothing to do with them. He was perverted, but he was at least kind about it. 
	Then came prom and what happened after. He got a room for them at the hotel where the prom was held and was adamant about going all the way. For some reason, the more he insisted and tried to cajole her into giving it to him, the more she grew a spine she never knew she had. 
	He became impatient and grabbed her nipples again. She was not in the mood and was angry with Ken, but her body betrayed her. She was instantly aroused and came and came again. As he thrust into her breasts, she realized that the sensitive nipples were definitely part of his desire. Normally she let herself go when he did this, but she remembered the old man telling her that her mind wouldn't change. She forced herself out of her orgasm-induced fugue state and leaned forward. 
	"Oh, going to suck me off for once?" Ken jeered.
	"Not...quite," she gasped. She reached forward and grabbed Ken's balls and squeezed. Ken howled and tried to pull back, but girls who push their own wheelchairs have very good grip strength. 
	"What the hell are you doing, you dumb bitch?" Ken shouted and slapped her. 
	She refused to let go. Instead she gripped harder, forcing him to his knees. "Touch me again and these turn to jelly," she warned. He whimpered but didn't retaliate. She leaned over and grabbed her phone in the custom pocket she sewed into her bra. She called her friend Sandra and told her she needed help and where she was. 
	In ten minutes there was a knocking at the door. Jessica let Ken go and stumbled to the door. She collapsed a little in front of it and reached up to turn the handle. Sandra came in with a few of her friends, after Jessica was able to drag her tits away from the door. They helped Jessica back into her dress, wheeled her out, and took her home. 

PRESENT DAY
	That was five years ago. Shortly after that, Jessica had insisted on going to physical therapy and getting strong enough to move herself around. She graduated college and got a paralegal's certificate. She was currently saving up for law school. She liked working in law because she could sit at a desk all day and fill out paperwork. 
	Sometimes she considered putting someone else's name in the tablet to get rid of her huge boobs, but now that she knew how perverted men were, she didn't want to take the risk. What if she chose the wrong guy and her breasts got even bigger, or she expanded to weigh 600 lbs, or became a seven foot tall amazon? Actually, that last one wouldn't be so bad, but she just couldn't bring herself to take the risk. 
	After she finished washing herself, she underwent the laborious process of drying herself. It took two towels just to do her body including her boobs. Her hair, surprisingly, only needed one towel and dried quickly. It seemed that Ken wanted her hair to be easy maintenance. She did use a blow drier on the underside of her boobs. If they weren't completely dry they tended to chafe. A little corn starch grabbed the rest of the moisture. 
	She squeezed back into her bedroom. She grabbed one of her custom bras off its hanger on the wall and set it on the bed. Then she put her arms in the shoulder straps and shimmied into it. The shoulder straps were five inches wide and padded like a backpack's. She reached behind herself and joined the two sides of the zipper at the bottom. The back of her bra stretched from the bottom of her ribcage up to her neck and had a foot-long zipper that joined them together. The zipper key had a foot-long strap so she could zip it up herself, which she did, now. Sometimes she felt like Tony Stark getting into his power armor when she put this on. She took a deep breath and heaved. When she stood up, her breasts came off the bed with her. Instead of hanging down almost to her knees, they now sat above her hips. This way she could walk without kicking herself in the tits. Unfortunately, this way they also stuck out a full two feet in front of her and made her four feet wide. 
	She sighed as she looked at her panty drawer. There just weren't as many sexy options for women with hips her size. At least they were stretchy and comfortable. She rested her breasts on her bed as she slipped on a pair of XXL pantyhose. She pulled an enormous blouse from her closet. She buttoned the lower half of the buttons (the ones she couldn't reach while she wore it), then stepped into the top and pulled it up to her torso. She slipped it over her shoulders and buttoned the remaining buttons. A professional skirt and some step-in loafers completed the look. She approached the door with her right breast, squeezed it through while rotating around the left door frame - carefully so she wouldn't pop off a button again - thrust her hips forward like she was doing the limbo to get her ass through, then finished the rotation and pulled her left boob through. She had to wear darker blouses because white ones always got dirty from the door frames. 
	She grabbed her purse and squeezed out her front door the same way. She was relieved that she didn't meet anyone, as she filled up most of the hallway of her apartment building as she walked. The stairs were another challenge. She approached them slowly, questing out with her foot until she found the edge of the stair, then worked her way down. She went slowly so her breasts didn't jiggle so much. Too much and she could snap ANOTHER bra. 
	Out on the street, she apologized to everyone she passed by since she took up most of the sidewalk. Some people gave her understanding nods, but some, especially old women, shot daggers at her with their eyes. She heard more than one whispered "slut" as she passed. She sighed. How else was she supposed to dress? A nun's habit? Occasionally she passed someone who looked with obvious lust. She shuddered and tried not to let it bother her. She knew not everyone was like Ken. 
	The lightrail showed up just before she made it to the stop and she tried to speed walk to get there since she couldn't really run. The other challenge was that she had to judge the distance just right or all her mass would pull her right past the door without letting her slow down. At least the light rail had wide doors. Unfortunately, it was packed as it was rush hour. She apologized to everyone she had to push out of the way, since she took up as much room as 3-5 people. Sometimes she was lucky enough to get one of the priority seats, but not today. She took a wide stance and gripped two of the loops overhead as hard as she could so her inertia didn't knock her over when the train started and stopped. 
	After an hour, her legs and back were burning with exertion, but she had made it to work. She walked into the office, greeting the lawyers and other paralegals. Those who saw her coming ducked into cubes to get out of her way. At least they were nice to her at work, since she worked hard. At least no one looked at her like she was a demon of moral corruption. Except that old bitch Debra, but no one liked her, anyway. 
	Her employer was very accommodating with her condition. She had an extra-wide seat and a keyboard split in two halves so she could rest her chest on her desk and not have to reach over or under them to type. She could bury herself in her work and forget about her chest until lunch time. Bethany, the angel she was, even brought Jennifer coffee. 
	At lunch, some of the other paralegals invited Jessica to lunch and she decided to join them. She hauled herself out of her chair and stretched. She rubbed her shoulders and wondered if ADA would cover massages for her. She walked two blocks with them to an Italian restaurant. One thing she appreciated about the pandemic was that a lot more businesses had outdoor seating so she didn't have to squeeze through their front doors. 
	As they finished a pleasant lunch, Jessica heard a familiar voice call her name. 
	"Jessica, is that you?"
	Jessica turned to see a familiar face. The man was tall, with glasses, blond hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. 
	"Simon?" she asked in surprise. 
	"I thought it was you!" he said. "How are you doing? I haven't seen you since graduation. Sorry about Ken. I heard what happened. You deserved better than that jerk." 
	"Thanks," she said. "I wish I'd realized it at the time. Anyways you look great, have you been working out?"
	He laughed. "Yeah, a little. I got tired of being the skinny guy so I started hitting the gym. Anyways I've got to run, but I'd love to catch up some time." He pulled out a card and handed it to her. "Give me a call, okay? Maybe I can help you with your homework again."
	She laughed and said goodbye. 
	After he walked off, one of her coworkers asked her who that was. 
	"That's Simon. He used to tutor me in math."
	"Tutor, eh?" her friend asked "I'd like him to tutor me." They all laughed. Jessica tucked the business card away. 
	The rest of work went the same as the first half. She was actually able to get a seat on the light rail on the trip home, which was nice. She grabbed some takeout on the way. She got home without incident beyond the usual apologies to the people who had to maneuver around her. 
	At home she took off her business clothes in the reverse order she'd put them on that morning. She groaned audibly in relief when she took off her bra before hanging it on the wall. She slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and a tent-sized tee shirt. On the way to the couch she grabbed an impact massager and her takeout. She flopped on the couch in a practiced way that sent her boobs to either side of her, instead of her lap. It groaned under her weight. 
	She ate her food while watching Parks and Rec. When it was done, she grabbed the impact massager and went to work on her sore shoulders. The motion made her entire chest jiggle, which made her nipples rub against her shirt, which got her excited, but she was too tired to care about it. 
	A few hours later she heaved herself off the couch and shuffled to the bathroom where she brushed her teeth, then shuffled to her bed. She crouched over her bed and rested her breasts on the far side, then laid down with her head on the pillow. 'I need to get that handle fixed,' she thought.
	She thought about Simon. He was a nice guy in high school, if a bit nerdy. He was one of the only guys she knew who looked her in the eyes and didn't treat her like a pair of boobs with a girl attached. Too bad she was fixated on the quarterback. His business card said he was the owner of a solar panel installation company. She wondered if that meant he was good with his hands and could fix her lifting handle. He did offer to help her with homework, and this was technically work that took place in the home. 
	She idly wondered how good he was at shoulder rubs as she fell asleep. 

THE END

EPILOGUE 
	It turns out that one doesn't own a hardware installation company without knowing a thing or two about home repair. Jessica and Simon had a great dinner together, catching up. In the years since high school, Simon had taken his science fair project about solar energy and turned it into a successful business. Soon they moved on to flirting, and Jessica was surprised at how comfortable she felt around him. After dinner, she invited him up and he was more than happy to reattach her lifting chain to the ceiling. She got down on the bed and tested it out and was ecstatic that she could now lift herself out of bed again. 
	"This is amazing, Simon. Thank you soooo much! I wish I knew how to repay you."
	Simon smiled shyly, embarrassed by the praise. "It's no problem. Is there anything else you need help with?"
	Jessica pulled herself up. Rather than hoist herself to her feet, she held her arms out to Simon, who grabbed them and helped her up. They didn't let go for a bit and looked into each other's eyes for a good five seconds before looking away shyly. 
	"Um, there's one thing," Jessica began. 
	"Oh?"
	"Well, um, I usually don't wear a bra to bed, so I should probably test it without one." Her face reddened. "You know, just to be sure." 
	Simon coughed. "Oh, uh, okay. Do you need my help for that?" 
	"Well, I mean, if I end up on my back, it would be easier if someone were here to help me. Just in case." 
	"Sure. Just in case."
	Jessica turned around and undid the top buttons on her blouse before letting it drop to the floor. Usually she would catch it before it dropped so she wouldn't have to pick it up later, but she just kicked it away this time. She rested her breasts on her bed. "Can you unzip me?" she asked.
	Simon swallowed. "Uh, sure." He reached forward and delicately unzipped her bra. 
	As the two sides of her bra separated, she sighed in pleasure. She turned her head to smile at him and pointed to a bottle on top of her dresser. "Would you mind putting some of that lotion where the bra came off? I can do the shoulders, but I have trouble with the back sometimes." 
	"Uh, sure," he said. He squeezed some of the lotion into his hand and began to rub it into her back and shoulders. 
	She groaned in pleasure. "That feels so good," she moaned. 
	"I bet," he said. He traced his fingers on the imprints the huge bra left in her skin. "That bra really does a number on you, doesn't it?"
	"Beats kicking my tits all day," she said.
	Simon snorted. "I, uh, can't imagine that would be pleasant." 
	"It's annoying, is what it is," she replied. "Feel free to rub a bit harder, especially on the shoulders." She moaned harder as he rubbed harder. "Shiiiiit, I wish I had you here every night to do thaa-aat," her voice caught as he worked a particularly stubborn knot. 
	"I wouldn't mind that." 
	She twisted her neck to look at him. "You mean that, don't you?" She looked away again. "Ken never rubbed my shoulders, the bastard. He just wanted to rub my tits." 
	"Well, they are nice tits," he commented. "But he was a fool who didn't deserve you." 
	"You said that before," she said. 
	"I meant it before." 
	She reached up and grabbed his hands where they were still rubbing her shoulders. "I should really get to the testing. Can you hand me that shirt hanging up there?"
	He handed her a tee shirt the size of a dress and she poured it over her head. She turned around and he saw a hint of her nipple before the shirt covered it. He was surprised to see that her breasts, which normally stuck out two feet and stopped at her hips, now hung down to just above her knees. The shirt hung down to her knees, which meant it barely kept her modest. The neck also hung loose and revealed about a half foot of cleavage. She dropped her skirt and kicked it away as well. 
	He coughed. "So how do you usually do this?"
	She backed up on her bed so she was on her knees with her breasts resting on the bed in front of her. "Well, when I sleep on my side, I usually do this." She pulled back and leaned on her side on the far side of the bed, leaving the breasts poking over the side closer to him. He averted his gaze when he saw an areola the size of a frisbee peeking out the bottom of her night shirt. She noticed and smiled. "But I usually like to sleep on my back like this." She sat up again and grabbed a disability bar on the far side of the bed. She heaved her breasts towards the center and pivoted them until she was facing the foot of the bed. Then she stood on the bed with her huge butt in the air and wiggled it. The shirt rode up a bit until her panties showed. She had on a black lacy pair that she rarely wore. She smirked when Simon averted his gaze again. She squatted down and pushed her legs between the breasts. She laid back and her breasts sloshed back and forth until they came to a stop beneath her arms. 
	She noticed he was looking at her intently. "What is it?" she asked.
	"You've um, come out of the bottom of your shirt a bit," he stammered.
	Jessica laughed. "Yeah, they do that. Anyways, here's how I get up." She propped herself up on her arms and grabbed the handle at the end of the chain hanging from her ceiling. She strained with her arms and abs until her breasts rolled forward and she was sitting up. "Then I just do it in reverse." She slipped her feet out from between her breasts, then dragged them to the edge of the bed and strained against them until she stood up. "Tada!" she said. 
	"You're incredible," he said. I can't believe that you've come from needing a wheelchair in high school to living on the second floor and being so independent. You're amazing." 
	She blushed and looked at the floor, or really her breasts. "Simon?"
	"Yes?"
	"Do you think they're gross?"
	"Your um, your uh..." he stammered.
	"My breasts. My tits. My oversized mammary glands," she provided. She pointed at them. "These." 
	"I, what? No! Why would you ask that?"
	"Because a lot of people think they are," she whispered. "Ken was the only one in high school who liked them, and he was a pervert and a jerk." 
	"I can assure you, there were a lot of people who liked them."
	"Yeah, the perverts," she scoffed. "I saw the way they looked at me. The way he did, except he was better at hiding it." 
	"Did I look at you like that?" he asked.
	Jessica huffed. "No, you looked me in the eyes. You weren't a pervert. Were you?" 
	"Uhhhh..."
	Jessica's jaw dropped. "You LIKED my breasts? But you barely looked at them!"
	"Well, I mean, it would have been rude. And I liked looking at you, too."
	Jessica tilted her head and looked at him. "Simon, how do you feel about me?"
	Simon looked around as if for an escape. Seeing none, he looked her in the eyes again. "I told you, I think you're amazing. The way you've driven yourself to be independent, it's incredible." 
	"Yeah, and what else?" she prodded.
	"I think..."
	"Yes?"
	"I think you're the, um, the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Your eyes, your skin, your hair, they're all perfect. Like a celtic goddess made flesh."
	"And my boobs?" 
	"I think they're incredible, too." 
	"Then why didn't you say anything?"
	"What was I supposed to say? That the part of your body you hated, that put you in a wheelchair, that made you the subject of derision, that that was the part of your body that excited me the most?"
	"I see your point," she said. "That would have been awkward in school." She reached out her hands and rested them on his shoulders. "But I think we're past awkward now. Tell me what you really think about them."
	"You won't get mad?" he asked.
	"I won't," she promised.
	Simon took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. He looked back into her eyes. "I think they're the most amazing breasts in the world. The next biggest ones I've even heard of are either fake, or are on incredibly overweight women, or put the women on bed rest. I think that if a man became your lover, if he liked huge boobs, he would be the richest man in the world."
	Tears formed in Jessica's eyes. She leaned against him and her weight caught him off guard. He stepped forward to maintain his balance. He took a risk and wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her breasts press against him all the way down to his knees. He felt himself getting hard and tried to hold himself back. They just stood there like that for a few minutes. 

EPILOGUE 2: THE SEX
	Jessica broke the silence first. "Simon?" 
	"Yes?" 
	"Do you really think I look like a goddess?"
	"Yes," he whispered. 
	"Do you want to kiss me?"
	"More than anything in the world." 
	Jessica leaned back and pulled at the back of his neck. He got the message and moved his hands up to rest on both sides of her face. First he kissed her forehead, out of affection. Then he kissed her on those lips that were bigger than any he'd seen even with implants. 
	Jessica felt a tingle go through her at that. Another one of Ken's stupid desires that her stupid wish inflicted upon her was sensitive lips. When he pulled back, she pulled him down and kissed him again. And again. 
	She bit her bottom lip, which drove Simon wild. "Do you really think that my breasts are amazing?" she asked him, coyly. 
	"I do," he replied.
	"Well, how can you know if you haven't seen them properly?"
	"Well, um," he stammered, "I mean, they're hard to miss. Even in your clothes."
	"Do you want to see them?"
	Simon's mouth went dry. This was the girl he'd been in love with since high school, and she was seriously asking him this? "Uuhh, I um, uh..."
	She grabbed his head and forced him to look at her. "It's a simple question, Simon. Do. You. Want. To. See. My. Tits?"
	Simon took a deep breath. "Yes. More than anything in the world."
	She looked at him sideways "I thought you wanted to kiss me more than anything in the world."
	"I want both," he declared. He looked her in the eye. "I want it all. All of you that you're willing to give me." 
	Jessica shivered at his intensity, which sent her boobs jiggling. "Okay," she said. She backed up. She gathered up all five feet of her braid and stuck it down the back of her shirt. She pulled the back of her shirt up and pulled it over her head. She held it in front of her, cloaking her breasts. "Are you ready?" she asked him.
	Simon nodded, unable to speak. 
	She dropped the shirt, which slid off her breasts and flopped on the floor. 
	"Holy shit," was all Simon could say. They were indeed the most amazing breasts he'd ever seen. They hung down to the tops of her knees and were each a foot and a half wide at their widest. Near the bottom of her breasts were pink areolas the size of dinner plates, and each was capped with a nipple the size of a golf ball. They were perfect. Despite their size there were no stretch marks, and they bore no sign of bedsores, like a lot of breasts this size had. (An admitted pervert, he had done his research)
	When he didn't move, Jessica pushed him. "Do you want to touch them?" she asked. 
	"May I?" 
	"Of course!" She sat back on the bed and hauled her breasts up with her. 
	Simon walked slowly, as if in a dream. He had fantasized about these breasts for most of a decade, and now they were before him! He kneeled down, as if before a queen. He tentatively reached out his right hand and lightly touched her breast just below her collarbone. He lightly brushed her down to the nipple and she gasped. 
	He pulled his hand away. "Did that hurt?" he asked, concerned.
	"No," she said, huskily, "it felt really good. Do it some more." 
	Emboldened, Simon reached out with both hands and rubbed along her breasts. She continued to gasp and squirm, squeezing her legs together. He noticed that she squirmed more when he rubbed her nipples, so he did just that. He rubbed them and she gasped. He squeezed them and she moaned. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while he rubbed it with his tongue, and she leaned her head back and panted. When he bit just a little she covered her mouth and gave a little cry. Then she collapsed on top of him, panting. 
	"Did you just...?" he asked.
	She panted some more. "Yeah," she breathed. "You're really good at this." 
	"I barely know what I'm doing." 
	"You're figuring it out." She collapsed back onto the bed and her breasts filled all the space between her arms and the edge of the bed. "Do you want it all? Because I want it all." 
	Simon looked down at her. "I want everything you will give me." 
	She smiled. "Good. Now take these pants off of me. Yours too."
	Simon didn't need to be told twice. He bent over to take his pants off because he was already at full mast. He took off his shirt, too. He reached up the side of her meaty thighs to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He marveled at her hips that were just over two feet wide. He peeled the flannel down her smooth, milky legs and left it on the floor. He rubbed his hands back up her thighs all the way to her panties before peeling them off, too. She quivered at his touch. 
	He marveled at her vulva. It was the puffiest one he'd ever seen. Her clit was the size of a marble. 
	Jessica noticed that he had stopped. "It's weird, isn't it?" This was the last gift her wish had given her. Ken, the pervert, had strange tastes, she thought. 
	He shook his head. "It's amazing, like the rest of you." He leaned forward and gave it a lick. She spasmed and almost kicked him off the bed. He grabbed her legs to hold them still and licked it harder. She shook some more. She shoved her hand in her mouth and bit down when he sucked her clit. She was so sensitive down there! 
	She was tired of waiting. "Do it," she declared. "I'm ready." 
	"Do you have...?"
	"Top drawer," she said, pointing to her bedside table. 
	He quickly opened it and found a box of condoms. In his haste he ripped it open, scattering them about. He grabbed one and ripped it open, pulling it out and putting it on his rod, which was hard as a rock. He couldn't remember it being this hard. 
	He got back on the bed and positioned himself beneath her. Her ass was so big that he had to lift himself up a bit on his knees to reach. "Ready?" he asked.
	She nodded her head, her hand still between her teeth. 
	He inserted himself and she saw stars. Her entire field of vision went white. 
	"Is that all right?" he asked.
	She nodded. "Go," she managed to say.
	He started thrusting and she continued to see stars. She couldn't speak anymore, she could only moan. He could feel her clenching around him. She was tighter even than when he jacked it! He worried at first the condom would tear, but she lubricated enough that he stopped worrying. He grabbed her nipples and her face contorted, her mouth stretching open and her tongue hanging out. Her eyes rolled back in her head. He had heard of an ahegao, but didn't think they really happened (he didn't know that Ken was really into that). He took it as encouragement and thrust harder. With one last thrust he came into the condom, and she cried out one single scream. 
	He collapsed on top of her, but moved to the side, resting between her and her boob. She couldn't move. She couldn't even speak. She wasn't aware of anything. She strayed out of thought and time. She could only pant and occasionally quiver again. 
	In a few minutes she came to herself again. She looked down at Simon, who was resting his head on her boob at the side of her body. "I never gave that to Ken, you know," she said.
	"Then why did you give it to me?" he asked.
	"You're kinder than him," she replied. "You never put me down or took anything without permission. He never asked, he just took, and told me I should be grateful for it." 
	"Hmm. Let's stop talking about Ken," Simon said. "Let's talk about us."
	"Okay. But what about us?"
	"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
	Jessica smiled. "More than anything in the world." 

THE END 2

EPILOGUE 3: THE OLD MAN
	The old man put the crystal ball back in its box. Wishes were easy to grant. Granting them so that the person was actually happy afterwards was more challenging. Sometimes it took a few years. It was all about balance and diligence. 
	The bell above the door jingled and a young man stepped into his shop and looked around. 
	The old man smiled. "Welcome! Can I help you find anything?"

THE END FOR REAL THIS TIME

Author's note: Thanks for reading my latest story! This was inspired by a thread on boards.4chan.org/d/catalog called "Inconvenient Hypersexuality."  One anon wrote "There’s a extreme lack of representation of inconvenient big tits stories," and I decided to do something about that. In the end I couldn't leave out my usual reference to the Wandering Shop. 

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