For a long time, Samantha wanted to lose weight. Although she had many admirers who considered her beautiful, friends who admired her hips and ass, and a boyfriend who only grinned when he saw her breasts, she didn’t really feel satisfied. She had an image she wanted, even though Jake, said boyfriend, only frowned when she mentioned losing weight.
Coming home from work one day, though, Jake noticed her moping on the couch. Her tall and lean but muscular lover frowned whenever he saw her in despair, so he sighed. While she stared at the TV in front of you her eyes dead, listless, she was roused from her gloom by a large thump of papers in front of her. Shaken from her thoughts, she saw a rather thick diet book. For a moment, it cut through her; now even Jake thought she was fa-
“You know,” he said, sitting on the couch next to her, one leg crossed over the other, a grin on his face. “I don’t think you need to lose weight,” he said, causing her rage to stop building. “But if it’ll make you happy, I’m in a relationship with you,” he said, leaning in and pressing his lips softly to hers. “Not these,” he said before grabbing her large breasts and giving them a soft squeeze, lightly running his thumb over where one of the nipples was.
An electric spark of desire ran through her body, a squeak rising from her lips as she shuddered. She tried to glare, but it was half grin. “But Jake, I’m always going to be busty,” she said before leaning in to kiss him… and having her hair jerked to the side so Jake could bite down on her neck. She let out a moan, her entire body tensing as her toes curled and he began to play with one of her nipples, even through her blouse and bra. No fair that he could always find them.
Frusturation mounted. Three pounds down. Three pounds up. Ten pounds down. Twelve pounds up. Nothing seemed to work.
Jake simply shrugged and remained supportive. He didn’t try to get her to stop, nor did he particularly speak words of encouragement. He just listened when she needed to speak. Held her when she cried. Occasionally when she got into too big a rant he cut her off by dropping her to the ground and filling her mouth with his cock.
Five pounds down. Ten pounds down. Another five. Another ten. Bit by bit, the big, beautiful, curvy Samantha of 250 pounds… remained beautiful and curvy, and still large, but certainly smaller. Most people said she looked better. Jake just smiled and said he was proud of her, and told her that she was beautiful.
Ten more pounds down. Five more.
One day over dinner she asked if she looked more sexy, he only gave a coy smile and said “You’re more confident. That’s very sexy.”
Clothes were replaced. Lingerie was replaced. She was happy.
Except for one small, tiny thing.
Her breasts, previously humongus and one are of pride were… Well, they were still really damn big. But less so. After her shower, she pouted as one of her old bras just didn’t fit; when her body shrunk in ways she wanted, her breasts just weren’t as huge. Squeezing them and examining them from various angles in the bathroom mirror, she couldn’t help but frown.
Was it vain to miss being able to count on being the bustiest person in the room? Yes, but everyone was allowed a little vanity.
Facing the mirror, she took in a sigh and a frown as she saw Jake approach her from behind, slipping his hands around her and placing them on her breasts. She inhaled sharply, expecting him to touch her on the nipples like he usually did.
But this time his fingers stayed wide, avoiding her aereola and gave a soft squeeze. “What’s the matter, hun?” he asked in his usual dopey tone as he began to massage her breasts. A little bit of heat rose through her as she inhaled.
“N-nothing,” she said and was rewarded with the pain of a bite on her neck.
“Liar,” he said in a tone which held no anger but threatened punishment. She fidgetted as his fingers lightly ran their nails into the flesh of her bosoms.
“I just noticed my breasts getting smaller,” she said. It was like he had prophesized, and she felt disappointed and embarassed. He didn’t say a thing, he just kissed her on the neck as she tilted her head to stretch it and expose more area to kisses.
“Yeah,” he said, running one of his nails in a circle around her aereola, causing her heart to race. Just touch them, dammit! she thought as she slowly grow more anxiously aroused, feeling the blood pumping in her heart and between her thighs. Her frusturation began to fall away, but she clung to it for some spiteful reason.
“You were right,” she said as he let her breasts go, and felt his hands grasp her hips and turn her around.
“I know,” he said, looking her in the eyes with the same dopey grin, his nails tracing up and down her sides before he leaned in, looking up at her as he slowly let his tongue come out and come closer to her right nipple. She inhaled deeply. Her heart raced in her chest. She wanted to grab his hair and push him in, but she knew what would follow that would be punishment. And Jake liked punishing her.
Slowly, he brought his tongue closer before pulling it in his mouth and blowing on her nipple. She let out a yelp as hot air ran a spike of desire through her and her thighs clenched together. She stomped on the ground a little bit, hands resting on her boyfriend’s shoulders as he blew on the other nipple and then began to fondle them, grope them.
He kissed her breasts above the aereola, suckling on the wide flesh and making it clear there was plenty of surface area for him to touch, kiss, scratch. Her hands slipped around his neck and fingers interlaced themselves in his curly hair for support as she tried to hold onto her frusturation.
She tried to lament that her breasts were getting smaller, but Jake was happily making both his admiration of them and the area he had to admire clear. And he wasn’t even pressing the instant win button of her nipples the way he often did! She wished he would, though.
“A-ahh,” she moaned as he sucked on her underbreast, feeling her pussy clench. “Jake,” she moaned his name. “Jake, Jake,” she said before whining. “Please, Jake, kiss my nipples. Please, please, please sir,” she moaned, becoming vocal as he ignored her request and kept teasing them. Nails on the underbreasts, lips on the side. Teethmarks that would fade quickly surrounded her nipples but never touched them. Her knees went weak and she found herself holding tighter to him for support.
When one of his fingernails lightly scratched against her aereola she screamed and clenched, holding tight to her lover as he suddenly sucked on one nipple while squeezing the other.
She screamed as Jake sucked on her nipple and she clung to him like he was a liferaft, moans escaping her lips as he squeezed the other nipple, twisting just slightly and applying a little bit of pleasure as her pussy burned for more.
Within an instant, he had her bent over the bathroom counter. Just moments later pain and pleasure united inside her as he clamped both of her nipples, putting the long cord that connected them behind her and putting it between his teeth and tugging, sending spikes of pleasure. Then she came for a second time the moment he pulled back hard on it with his mouth while penetrating her.
Jake fucked her mercilessly. He pounded her pussy like it was everything she needed in order to stay alive. He pulled back on her hips while she watched the body she worked so hard to achieve get fucked like an animal and watched her still large breasts swing and sway. She came all over his cock many times, clamping down on it like a vice, only making the normally dopey-smiled man grow more and more primal and ferocious, jerking back on her hips to pull her onto his cock as he filled her up with it and jerked back on the cord. Every time he pulled back, he pulled back with his whole body. Her nipples sent spikes of joy through her, then her cunt was filled to the bottom with his flesh. Lust and warmth came from all over her body and consumed her mind.
She felt his cock twitching and pulsing, harder and harder. She felt him feeling close, and she awaited his release. She wanted to be filled with his cum.
Before she was, though, she felt him pull out, leaving her pussy feeling empty before he grabbed her hair and threw her down. Grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees, after ripping her nipple clamps off roughly he thrust his cock into her mouth and began to throatfuck her. Hard, fast, violent, she felt his cock twitch as she got ready.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered. “Don’t fucking swallow,” he growled before he pulled thrust into her mouth for one last time before she tasted him, tasted the salty and sweet flavor of his semen and came one more time from just the taste. Though her pussy was empty it twitched just like he had been fucking it and her scream vibrated his cock and made it pulse even harder, shoot even thicker cum into her mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered, so she didn’t swallow, just letting his delicious cum mix with her saliva. “Look down and open your mouth,” She obeyed his command, without spitting letting his thick cum dribble out of her mouth, down her chin. She shuddered, feeling it’s warmth run down her neck and her chest, run down her breasts. She shuddered as the stream touched her abused right nipple.
“Look up,” he ordered and she looked up, seeing their favorite camera. Her pussy pulsed at the sight of it if not the thought; right now she was incapable of thinking. A few picturesnaps and he put his hand on her head and let her lean into his leg and moan softly before he knelt down and picked her up, carrying her to bed without effort for aftercare. She could take another shower later.
The next day, she had to admit that she had gained an appreciation for her old body that she didn’t have before learning that losing weight meant losing a cup size. But she also had an appreciation for her new body; she gained it through hard work and she was proud of it. Jake could pick her up more easily. And even one cup down, the wallpaper on her phone, showing her with disheavaled hair, a look of lust in her eyes and cum dribbling out of her mouth, and huge tits covered in semen, bite marks, and clamp marks told her that her breasts were still hot and she could be proud of every part of her body.