Canterbury Falls

"So that's it," Natasha said, her hands on her narrow hips as she stared at her fiancé Michael with narrowed eyes that flashed with anger. "You expect me to leave all my friends and family behind so that we can move to Canterbury Falls, in the middle of nowhere, because you accepted a job offer."

Michael sighed and counted to five in his head slowly. "It's not just a job offer, Natasha. It's a chance for the better life neither us ever had," he explained. "I know how much you've wanted to focus on your art. With this job, you can do exactly that. I'm going to be making in the low six figures. Canterbury Falls is a small town. We can afford a nice place on the edge of town where you don't have to talk to anyone that you don't want to." He moved to wraps his arms around her. She stiffened before relaxing in his arms. Kissing her forehead, he smiled. "You're my goddess and my woman," he said, tracing her caramel cheek before running his thumb across her lips. "I didn't mean to anger you, but it was a lot of money."

Natasha kissed his thumb before hugging him. "I know, I know," she grumbled. "I've lived in New York all my life. It's going to be a huge change. My mom's going to be pissed."

Michael laughed. "Well, she never did stop calling me 'Guido', so what else is new?" Stepping away, Michael jumped as Natasha popped his ass. "Okay, so I deserved that."

"You deserved more that, handsome, but I'll smooth things over with my mom," Natasha said, grinning. "Please tell me you hired a moving company."

"I didn't have to," Michael said. "Nutech Pharmaceuticals did for us." He turned and appreciated Natasha's slender form. While he'd gone for curvier women before meeting Natasha, her inner fire and subtle beauty had more than made up for the exaggerated curves he usually lusted after. The fact that she'd stood her grounds in only a sports bra and panties made him hard. "The movers should be over tomorrow," he said, his cheek blushing as Natasha walked up and adjusted his tie. "I've got to turn in my resignation but should be back in time for dinner."

Natasha gave a huff as Michael headed out the door. She did love her man, even if he was shortsighted at times. She made her way back to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of jogging pants and t-shirt. She had time for one last jog through Central Park and a stop at her favorite pizza place for a quick lunch. Looking around the cramped apartment, she realized she wouldn't miss it. She would miss the people and the neighborhood, sure, but the idea of living in a huge house where she could have her own room for her art supplies?

That thought alone kept her smiling as she crossed the street into Central Park.

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The flight across half the country was largely uneventful. The pair had packed enough clothes for the two days the moving company would take to ship all their things. They'd done some online shopping for appliances during the flight and ordered a few things. The pharmaceutical company had already arranged a place for the pair that they had assured Michael would be more than big enough.

The pair rented a car at the airport and drove the remaining hour to Canterbury Falls. A pink, cheery sign at the edge of town read "Welcome to Canterbury Falls, where the tale never ends. Population 1459". The leaves in all the trees that weren't pines had turned vibrant oranges and red. The town itself had a single stoplight. Natasha looked at her phone and sighed with disgust having realized she had no signal. When the pair stopped at the gas station, Natasha got out to get a bite to eat. Walking in, something struck her as a bit off.

As she grabbed a bag of chips and one of the hot sandwiches that were pre-made, Natasha realized that both the girl behind the register and the one making a sandwich were blonde women with blushed cheeks and boobs as big as their head. The girl behind the counter had a bit of a vacant stare. When Natasha sat the food in front of her, she swore she heard a thumping and a low grunt coming where the restrooms were. Shaking her head, she decided it wasn't her business.

"Like, will that be cash or credit, sweetie," the cashier asked.

Natasha pulled out her debit card, noting the girl's name tag read "Becky". "Debit is fine, Becky, thanks."

Becky looked a little confused for a moment then smiled. "Oh, like, you must be from out of town," the cashier said with a grin. "No one who lives here uses a debit card. Like, they all have a Nutech Bank credit card."

"That's weird," Natasha thought, sliding her card into the chip reader. "Well, my fiancé and I just moved here."

Becky seemed crestfallen at that. "Oh, well shucks," she said. "I guess he's not going to need a girlfriend then."

Natasha arched an eyebrow. "I can't imagine a girl as good looking as you would have problems finding a boyfriend."

Becky giggled as she handed Natasha the receipt. "I know, right, but I'm not the kind of girl that the boys around here like," she started to explain. "I…"

"Becky, why don't you take a break," an authoritative male voice said from the direction of the bathroom. Natasha turned and saw six foot four feet tall of well-toned tanned man meat in what was obviously a manager's uniform. His name tag said "Chad – Manager". "Did you find everything you were looking for?" Chad asked as Becky made her way into the back.

"Seems like it," Natasha said, grabbing her food. "I better get back to my boyfriend before…" Natasha paused as another busty blonde woman came out of the men's bathroom. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she was putting on lipstick. Had they been fucking in the bathroom? Natasha shook her head as the girl walked past her toward the door. The scent of sex hung from the woman like perfume. "I'm sorry. I should really get back to Mark."

"Take care," Chad said before moving behind the counter.

Natasha walked up to Michael who was paying for the gas. "You won't believe what just happened," she said, moving to the passenger side of the car. "I swear the manager just got a blow job by the blonde bimbo that walked out before me."

Michael arched an eyebrow. "Must have missed seeing her," Michael said, slipping into the driver's seat. "Are you sure?"

Natasha gave a snort. "Moaning followed by the two of them leaving from the men's bathroom with her fixing her hair and makeup? Yeah. I'm pretty sure."

"Crazy," Michael said, pulling out of the gas station. "Ready to see the new place?"

Natasha nodded as she bit into the roast beef sandwich. She moaned at how good it was. Swallowing, she sighed in contentment. "Say nothing else about this town, this sandwich is amazing."

Michael smiled and said nothing as they drove the remaining two miles to new subdivision on the edge of town. All the houses there were two-story cookie-cutter versions of each other with swing sets and small garden plots in the back. Snow began to fall as the pair pulled into the driveway, noting a pink car in the spot next to them for the two-car garage. Another blonde woman stepped out of the car wearing what could conservatively be called a business suit. Given her volleyball-sized breasts and the two buttons at the top that were undone, the outfit looked more like a secretary's outfit from a porno. Michael and Natasha got out as Natasha finished the sandwich and started on her soda.

"Like, hi, you must be Michael and Natasha," she said. "I'm Jenny. Mister Winthrop sent me down here to make sure you were taken care of." Jenny fished in her purse and pulled out a small, silver envelope. Opening it, she pulled out a pair of keys and handed them to Michael. "Why don't we go inside?"

Michael nodded and headed for the door, unlocking it. Natasha followed with Jenny behind her. The three stepped inside the new house. The house was largely unfurnished and was bigger than any place either Natasha or Michael had lived before. "We, like, wanted to make sure you two had a least the basics, so we rented a bed, stove, fridge, washer and drier," Jenny explained. "Mr. Daniels at the auto dealership has your information as soon as you're ready to buy a car."

Natasha climbed the steps. There was a faint smell that was pleasant but that she couldn't place. It was like a coffee shop but different. She smiled at the king-sized bed, nightstand and radio alarm clock in the bedroom as she sipped the last of her soda. She couldn't wait to put the bed to good use. Walking back down the stairs, she saw Michael signing something while Jenny leaned over at the waist to pick up a pen from the floor. She giggled when she saw Natasha staring at her before winking and wiggling her bubble butt.

If Natasha had been into women, she'd have appreciated the flirting. Instead, it made her jealousy flair. Moving over to Michael, Natasha wrapped her arm around his waist. "Hey sexy, are you about done?" Natasha asked, looking pointedly at Jenny. "I'd love some alone time with my man."

Michael handed her the pen. "Just need you to sign here for the three-month lease," Michael explained. "It's just a formality until we have enough saved up to buy the place."

Natasha signed it without a second thought. Jenny licked her lips. "Like, are you both sure there's nothing else I can help you with?" Jenny asked, unbuttoning another button and showing more cleavage.

"We're fine, aren't we, honey," Natasha said, her eyes narrowing at Jenny.

Michael gave a half-smile. "Be sure to tell Mister Winthrop that you've been a good girl," he said.

A shiver went through Jenny's body as she grasped the counter. Her lips trembled. As she stepped away from the counter, she smiled at Michael. "Thank you, sir. I will sir." With that, Jenny made her way to the front door, her ass swaying with each step until she closed it behind her.

"Did she…" Natasha started, only to moan when Michael groped her ass. She wasn't sure when he learned to make her feel that good from a simple grope, but holy hell. She pressed her tight rear against his hand. "I want more of that," Natasha purred.

Michael smiled. "Want to test out the new bed?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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The two barely made it up the stairs before Natasha was naked and into the bedroom before Michael was. As Natasha slid over Michael's toned, naked body, she moaned as her nipples rubbed against his chest. Her nipples had never been that sensitive and her small B-cup had been just enough for Michael to tease. Arching back, Natasha reached between them and guided Michael's cock inside her. As she lowered herself around her shaft, she hissed with pleasure. "What has gotten into me?" Natasha thought. Her thoughts scattered when Michael flicked his tongue against her nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Like that, do you?" Michael asked as he slid his hands around Natasha's ass.

"Fuck, yes," Natasha said before rocking her hips, feeling Michael's shaft slide in and out of her almost entirely. Michael nipped and sucked on Natasha's nipples as she rode him, his hands never leaving her ass. Natasha began to fantasize about having an even larger ass to make it feel that much better. "Who needs one of those blonde bimbos when you have me, right?"

"True that," Michael said as he began to thrust up, filling Natasha as deeply as he could, causing her to moan louder. His strong hands groped her ass. He wasn't going to tell her the truth just yet. He could feel her ass expanding against his palms and knew that her breasts would soon begin to swell. It didn't take long before they both reached their peak, her orgasm triggering his. He'd always love that about her. Their bodies always seemed to sync up like that.

As Natasha lay there, she thought about the blondes, both the girl from the gas station and that bimbo, Jenny. A wave of jealousy and possessiveness flared through her. She wanted to make sure that Michael didn't even consider one of them. He was her man and she didn't like the idea of sharing. Sliding down his body, she did something she'd never done before.

Natasha took him in her mouth and began to suck him off. Two tastes that she'd been completely unfamiliar with hit her at the same time and it was a revelation. She moaned at how good the combined taste of his cock and their cum was to her. Soon, Michael was hard again and moaning, his hand in her curly, raven black hair. She bobbed her head, her tongue flicking around his shaft until, without warning, he came in her mouth. She greedily sucked down ever drop before licking Michael clean. She slid up on the bed and curled up against him, unaware that her breasts, once small B-cups, were swelling with each breath.

As she fell asleep in Michael's arms, Natasha began to dream of Michael walking past an office full of busty women just to get to her. In the dream, she was wearing a cute, latex micro skirt, no panties, and a red crop top. Her tits and ass were bigger than any of the office bimbos, bigger than basketballs and still growing. As Michael moved behind her and slid his cock into her pussy, her tits grew so large that they popped free of her top. It was the most erotic dream she ever had made her feel sexier than she'd ever felt. She dreamed of getting bigger and bigger, her nipples streaming milk, all while Michael fucked her every way imaginable.

When she woke, Natasha woke to the sound of music from the clock radio and her own fingers rubbing her clit while her free hand was squeezing her breast. She was so close to cumming but couldn't quite reach her climax. Her arm reached for Michael, only to hit a small piece of paper. She lifted it into view just as she realized that he breasts, once small b-cups, were now two, impossibly perky melonous tits resting on her chest. She had no idea how big they were now but, as much as Natasha wanted to be alarmed, the dream she'd just had made her want to be even bigger. Her eyes focused on the note. When she read it, her arm flung back as her back arched. She came with an intense orgasm and almost blacked out.

The note fell to the bed and simply read: "I love you, my good girl. – Michael."

Natasha panted as her body finally began to relax. It took her a moment before she was able to focus. Had she just orgasmed from reading a note? Part of her wanted to read it again, just to see, but she forced herself to wad up the piece of paper and throw it in the small waste bin next to the bed. As much as she damned near instinctively wanted to revel in the scent of sex in her new bedroom and breathe in Michael's spicy scent that still clung to the pillow his head had rested on, she forced herself up to a sitting position, almost overbalancing herself in the process. Her breasts were larger than they had been when she'd gone to bed. While she wanted to be alarmed, lingering bits of her dream the night before made her consider playing with herself.

"Stop it," she told herself. "You aren't some sex hungry teenager anymore." Natasha stood up, expecting her body to be stiff after last night. Instead, she felt as if she'd slept half the day. Checking her phone on the nightstand, that wasn't too far from the truth. It was almost noon, which, given they'd been in New York City the day before, meant that she'd probably slept… Natasha rubbed her head. Why was it so hard to do the math so soon after waking? Making her way to use the bathroom and shower, she realized that there was a bit more sway in her step. She also realized after the fact that soaping up her breasts presented a new problem as it led to playing with them and led to another orgasm. It took the water cooling to force her out of the shower.

Drying off, she added some straightener to hair to reduce the curling before heading back into the bedroom. She shook her head as she realized that she'd never brought her luggage into the house. She was about to start searching for it when she found her bags in the open closet with a sticky note that read "Check the dresser." Smiling at Michael's thoughtfulness, Natasha noted the house key on top of the dresser as she checked the top drawer and found her clothes neatly piled up. Her smile faded as she tugged up her panties. Where normally they were a little loose, now her panties were almost too small. She knew for a fact that none of her bras would fit so Natasha didn't bother. She tugged one of her t-shirts on and then followed up with a sweatshirt. Even with the two layers of clothes, her nipples were noticeably visible.

Pondering what to have for breakfast as her stomach growled, Natasha decided to brave the clammy weather. She tugged on a pair of stretch pants that, again, barely fit, socks and her tennis shoes. Grabbing her coat, fanny pack and the house key, she made her way to the living room and then outside, locking the door behind her. It wasn't far from the main drag of town. Hell, she'd jogged further doing a lap around Central Park. Still, the fact that her girls were not only bigger than before, yet had virtually no support, caused her pause at the clothing boutique that was right across from a coffee shop and bakery. The scent of freshly baked donuts almost made her reconsider stopping there first.

Heading into the boutique, she was surprised at the pop music lightly playing inside. There was a red-haired woman sitting at the front register reading Cosmo. The woman looked up as the bell chimed. Setting the magazine down allowed Natasha to get a good look at the woman's breasts which were, in a word, massive. And Natasha had thought the women at the gas station were large. It was almost as if this woman had two volleyballs shoved down her shirt. There was a name tag that said "Suzie" on her pink blouse. "Like, wow, are you actually a customer?" Suzie asked. She had the same vapid stare the woman at the gas station had. "I'm Suzie," she said, tapping her name tag. "Can I, like, help you find something?"

Natasha wanted to snap at the valley speak but realized the woman was genuinely trying to be nice. "I'm new in town and need some new clothes as the ones I need still aren't here," Natasha explained. It wasn't technically a lie. She didn't feel like trying to explain that she'd likely gone up several cup sizes overnight.

Suzie giggled. "Like, that's so cool," she said, moving around the counter. "I remember when Kylie moved to town. She and her hubby were totally surprised by how friendly the people here in Canterbury Falls can be. Then again, like, everyone that moves here grows to like it. We're the best little town you've never heard of." She said with another grin. "So, like what clothes do you need and do you know your sizes?"

"A little bit of everything and let's measure just to be sure," Natasha said, trying to get a feel for what they had available and not wanting to mislead Suzie further.

Suzie led Natasha into one of the changing stalls. "Like, this will be totally easier if you take your top off," Suzie noted as she pulled a measuring tape out from her apron pocket. Natasha took off her coat before lifting the t-shirt and sweatshirt up over her head. Suzie had an odd look.

"What?" Natasha asked.

"It's your boobies," Suzie said, her tone confused. "You must be super new."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Natasha asked, growing annoyed.

"It's just, well, like, they're so small," Suzie said with a pout. "I don't think I've ever seen boobs that small and cute since moving here a while ago."

"Wait, small and cute?" Natasha was astonished. "How long have you been here?"

"Um, like since I was sixteen, so, like…" Suzie paused. "How many is twenty-two minus sixteen?"

Natasha blinked. The woman had to be kidding. Natasha opened her mouth and blanked. Like earlier, she had a problem doing simple math. She used her mind as a blackboard and visualized the numbers. That helped. She smiled as she figured out the answer. "So, six years ago? I imagine you weren't this busty at sixteen."

Suzie sucked on her lip and looked away. "I, like, honestly don't remember," she said, wrapping the tape around Natasha's chest, writing down the number on a small pad before doing the same again around Natasha's breasts and then her waist and hips. She then pulled out a chart. Natasha looked at it and realized it was a simple spreadsheet with the band sizes down one side and what had to be the other measurement along the other axis. "You're, like, a 32DD. See, like I said, small. Mary Lou wears a 34T and she's not even the biggest girl in town, even if she is my best friend." Suzie grinned at Natasha. "Don't you worry, though. My cousin Alice had the boobie fairy visit here a couple of days after she turned eighteen and she went from an F-cup all the way to an M cup in a week. Maybe the same will happen to you. I bet all the boys will be after you then."

"I, like, don't need them to drool over me," Natasha said, trying not to sound harsh. "I have a fiancé, I'll have you know." Natasha sighed. "Sorry, Suzie, I didn't mean to sound angry but, truth be told, I was even smaller yesterday."

Suzie brightened up. "Then maybe the titty fairy did come to visit you," she said, clapping her hands. "You should, like, probably forgo bras until you finish growing then. My aunt Michelle told me that if the titty fairy does come to visit, make sure to eat up so that the titty fairy has plenty to work with." Suzie giggled then paused. "Like, what were we talking about?"

Natasha shook her head. The girl was a true bimbo. "You were going to find me some clothes that fit."

"I was?" Suzie said. "Did I tell you that I love shopping? It's why my hubby, Andy, said I should work here, because I, like, totally get to help people find new clothes. I mean, he does own the store and the one next to it, but that doesn't matter. It, like, makes me happy and a happy Suzie means a horny Suzie." She blushed and covered her mouth. "Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that."

"If it matters, my man makes me happy and horny, too," Natasha said. "Now why don't you go find me something to fit?" She tapped the piece of paper with her measurements.

Suzie nodded and headed back out to the rest of the store. Natasha sighed. The women in this town were downright odd. It was almost ten minutes later when Suzie tapped on the changing room door. The first thing Natasha realized was that almost everything Suzie was holding was either black or pink. Black stretch pants, pink crop tops, and tees, but nothing with more than one button. All of it looked designed to stretch to fit. There were panties in a package in a brand she didn't recognize. The only thing Suzie had bought her that wasn't pink or black was a slinky red dress. If Natasha was honest with herself, she'd only worn one dress in the last few years. Curiosity got the better of her, though. Slipping it down her body, she loved how the stretch fabric hugged her curves. There was a bit of a corset at the front as if designed for breasts much larger than hers.

In the end, she had to admit that, color aside, Suzie's taste in what would look good on her was on the nose. She decided to hold off on wearing the dress until they could celebrate when the rest of their stuff arrived from New York. She did wear the pink crop top out of the store, though, under her sweatshirt. She paid with her debit card and, once again, surprised someone that she wasn't using "the company credit card". As she was getting ready to leave, a man in his early thirties walked in. "Hey baby," he said, moving to hug Suzie. "How's your day going?"

"Like, totally good. I just helped Natasha get some new clothes because the booby fairy came for her last night," Suzie said with a giggle.

The man smiled at her. "I'm Andrew," he said, offering her his hand. "Sounds like you've both been good girls."

Natasha felt herself get wet just hearing that while Suzie actively moaned. Natasha needed to get her errands done quick. She was needing her Michael something fierce. Taking the bag with her, Natasha headed across the street for some food.

Fortunately for her empty stomach, there wasn't a line. There were two, scrawny looking young men who couldn't be more than nineteen working behind the counter. "What can I get you?" one of them asked. His nametag read "Marvin" and the way he stared at Natasha's tits was a tad unnerving.

"Double caramel mocha espresso, heavy on the cream, two grilled ham, egg and cheese sandwiches and a bacon log," Natasha said after some thought.

Marvin leered at her. "And how would you like to pay for that?"

Natasha sighed and rolled her eyes. "My debit card and, before you ask, no, I don't have a company credit card." Natasha arched an eyebrow, daring Marvin to say something. He narrowed his eyes at her and rang her up. Natasha made her way to the table but paused when she overheard what Marvin told the cook.

"Give me two hot ham and eggers for Miss uptight-bitch," he growled. "God, I hate it when out of towners come through here. Ruins my whole day when I'm expecting a blowjob and they pay with a card."

Natasha couldn't believe what she'd overheard. She was so shocked that she was still mulling over what to do when the other young man, John, sat her food and coffee down on the table in front of her. His smile seemed genuine when he asked if he could get her anything else.

"Yes," Natasha said, trying to get ahold of her temper, "you can get your manager out here right now. You didn't do anything wrong, but Marvin should learn to keep his mouth shut." She looked around. "Where did he go, anyway?"

John shrugged. "I think his girlfriend dropped by for lunch," he said with a smirk. "My guess is that he's probably taking a fifteen. I'll get Sam, though."

Natasha began to dig into the food as John made his way to the back. She had no idea what the locals put into the food, but this was better than any street food she could get in walking distance of her old flat. Hell, this was better than the fancy French place that Michael took her out to for brunch on her birthdays. She practically moaned as she ate it. Between the sandwich and the espresso, she was warmed to her core. At least, that's what she was starting to think until she felt the fabric in top begin to stretch out. Her eyes went wide as she looked down. She could see her boobs visibly swelling with each breath. It was almost as if when her lungs filled, her boobs would swell outward but not lower when she breathed out.

"Can I help you miss?" a deep, soothing baritone asked.

Natasha looked up and saw six and a half feet of fine, cornfed, American male. Her mouth would've watered if it wasn't already half full with the breakfast sandwich. Part of her immediately wanted to rub up against him. The part of her still loyal to her fiancé, Michael, kept her butt in the seat, which she realized must have also swelled as she was sitting up higher in said seat. The man's nametag said, "Sam – Manager". Natasha swallowed and tried to get her hormones in check. "Like, that boy, Marcus…"

"Marvin," Sam corrected her.

Natasha was confused for a moment then realized she'd misspoke. "Yes, him," she said before sipping her espresso, "he made a rude comment about expecting a blow-job." She paused for a moment, remembering the taste of giving Michael a blowjob and, for the briefest of moments, thought it would, in fact, be a great way to pay her fiancé for taking care of things around the house. "I can't believe you'd allow someone to get away with that sort of behavior."

Sam smiled and nodded. "You're absolutely right," Sam said. "That sort of talk is unacceptable. I'll make certain it's dealt with. I'd like to make it up to you. It's my understanding you and Michael Giovanni recently moved into town. Well, we here in Canterbury Falls want to make our new residence feel welcome. Why don't I send you home with a dozen donuts and some of our fresh ground coffee as my way of making up for Marvin's behavior?"

Natasha nodded. "Like, that would be totally nice of you," she said. She noticed Sam staring at her tits. "I'll be sure to let Michael know that you went out of your way."

"Thank you," Sam said. He returned a moment later with a box and a small bag. "You be sure to tell Michael that I said you've been a good girl."

Natasha shivered in pleasure, her nipples growing hard. A tiny part of her was shocked that the simple phrase affected her as much as it did, but the thought of Michael telling her…

"I will sir," Natasha said. She had trouble zipping up her jacket around her boobs, each which were as big as her head. Carrying the food from the coffee shop and the clothes from the boutique, she hurried home as quick as she could. She couldn't wait for Michael to get home later.

Natasha stepped inside her house and closed the door to her new home. She'd realized on the way bag that it was downright difficult to jog back to the new house on account of the fact that her large, pendulous breasts kept bouncing and shaking with each step, forcing her to walk home, her hips and breasts swaying with each step. In hindsight, she wondered why she hadn't purchased additional bras while at the boutique. Add to that, the way the stretchy fabric rubbed against her nipples had kept her perpetually horny the entire walk.

Slipping off her jacket, she carried the bag with the donuts and coffee in it to the kitchen, setting it on the table before hurrying up the stairs to the bedroom to put her new clothes away. The faint scent of sex still clung to the room. It was intoxicating to Natasha. It didn't take long at all for her to be completely naked and groping her now melonous breasts with one hand while fingering herself with the other. "Fuck, yes," she moaned. She tucked on her nipple and cried out, arching her back. Her nipples had never been this sensitive to pleasure before. Thinking about Michael playing with them, or, better yet, sucking on her big tits simply made Natasha hornier. She thought about his cock pumping in and out of her slick pussy again and again as she furiously rubbed her clit. Try as she might, though, she couldn't quite bring her to climax, leading to a frustrated whimper. That is until she remembered that morning.

Reaching over the side of the bed, she found the note from this morning and rolled onto her back. Her fingers continued to plunge in and out of her pussy as she read the last two words on the note. "Good girl," they said. Thinking of Michael saying that pushed Natasha over the edge. She practically screamed as her body shook with an orgasmic release. While the manager at the coffee shop saying it had made her almost climax on the spot, the thought of Michael saying it was more than enough to push her that final step.

Panting, exhausted, she wanted nothing more than to just lay there. The ringing of the doorbell, however, made that less than possible, even after trying to ignore it twice. Growling, Natasha pulled on her panties and a skirt, along with the crop top on from earlier. She smirked as the top showed even more midriff than before. Deciding to investigate it later, Natasha made her way downstairs. There was a cute young man wearing a brown uniform standing at the door, holding a cardboard box. As soon as the door was open, the cold temperatures made Natasha's nipples immediately hard. She bit her lip as the cool air rushed up along her thighs. "Can I, like, help you?" Natasha asked, unconsciously licking her lips as she realized how brawny the young man really was.

"Natasha Washington?" The man asked. Natasha nodded. "Sign here, please." The man handed Natasha a small tablet to sign. His eyes never left her tits, though. Natasha signed it without thinking about it. The man took the tablet back and handed her the box. "You have a nice day, ma'am," he added before heading toward a grey delivery van.

Natasha noted the delivery service as NT Deliveries. Odd that she'd never heard of them. Closing the door, Natasha carried the box into the kitchen and set it on the counter. She had no idea how anyone would know she was living here much less would order anything for her. Opening the box, she was surprised to find folded black and white fabric. Pulling it out, Natasha realized that the fabric was a French maid dress.

Part of her wanted to be offended by it; however, coming down from her sexual high not more than ten minutes ago, a larger part thought it was a little kinky. The dress was rather sexy and, looking closer, the cups of the dress were stretchy. Looking back in the box, there were also a pair of black pumps and a note. "Our company is hosting a costume party in a couple of days. Be a good girl and try this on and then text me what you think. – Michael"

Natasha bit her lip and grabbed the counter as her knees threaten to buckle. "Holy fuck," she thought, "like, if just me reading a note with him saying that makes me weak in the knees, I can't wait for him to totally say it when he fucks me." Wiggling out of the skirt and tugging the crop top up over her head, Natasha was distracted by how much larger her boobs were compared to this morning. As her hands ran over her caramel flesh, she tried to estimate how big they were. The closest thing she could find nearby was the eight-inch paper plates in the cabinet. Putting one in front of her breast, she smiled as she realized that the plate couldn't quite cover the front of her breast.

A frown crossed her face as Natasha shook her head. This wasn't right. Yesterday, her breasts had been small handfuls. This morning, they'd barely fit in her hands and now, it took her arms to lift them notably. Why wasn't she bothered by this? Why wasn't she freaking out? Why was she so hungry? Natasha blinked as that thought entered her head. Before she could stop herself, she was wolfing down one of the donuts the manager from the coffee shop had provided her. She moaned at the taste. It also tasted as good as Michael's cock.

Licking the frosting from her lips and thinking of Michael, Natasha's thoughts went to the note and what Michael had wanted her to do. It took some effort to put on, especially zipping the back, but Natasha managed. She twirled a bit, enjoying the feeling of the silky petticoats brushing against her hips and bubble butt. Putting the box in the attached garage, Natasha walked back in and grabbed her cellphone and took a selfie before trying to send it to Michael only to realize she still didn't have service. Natasha whined in frustration. It wasn't like she could go to his work and show it to him there. Well, she could, but she didn't want to risk his job.

Pouting, Natasha tried to figure out what to do next, only to be distracted by the sound of a large truck pulling up outside. Peeking out the window in the door, she was surprised to see the movers were there almost six hours earlier than expected. A man and a woman got out of the semi cab. Natasha opened the door and waved. The woman caught sight of Natasha first, her eyes going a bit wide. She grabbed the guy's arm and pointed. When he saw her, Natasha grinned at his response. The leering, lustful gaze that the large, burly man gave her wasn't the result that she was looking for. The instant hard-on he had, though, told her all she needed to know about the maid outfit: it was going to drive Michael wild.

The woman walked up with a clipboard. "Nice outfit," she said with a half-smile. "I've never seen Bob have that kind of response. I may have to get me an outfit like that if my hubby has that big of a grin seeing another woman in it."

Natasha giggled. "Like, my fiancé bought it for me," Natasha explained, signing the paperwork. "I was, like, just trying it on when you got here." The woman nodded. "Would you two care for some coffee and donuts to snack on once you're done?"

The woman smiled. "That would be mighty nice of you," she said. "I'm Beatrice, but you can call me Tracy. The big lug is Bob, as I said," Tracy noted with a wink. "He's not the brightest bulb but he's good to me and a hoot to watch television with."

Natasha giggled again. "Well, I'll let you two get to it then while I make some coffee." Natasha turned toward the kitchen, her wide hips swaying and causing the petticoats and black silk skirt of the maid's outfit to shimmy back and forth as she walked. She was oddly complemented by Tracy's complement and that Bob was so quickly turned on by her. She reached up to get the coffee out of the cabinet, not realizing that it allowed Bob to have a quick look at her panties. Humming to herself, she prepared the coffee as Bob and Tracy started to haul in Natasha and Michael's belongings.

As the coffee finished, Natasha realized that she didn't have any coffee cups. Pouting, she turned and almost ran into Tracy. "Oopsie," Natasha said, blushing a bit. She smiled wide as she realized Tracy was holding a box labeled "kitchen". "Oh, goodie," Natasha giggled, taking the box and setting it on the counter. "Like, do you totally want a donut and how do you like your coffee?" She opened the box, finding both her containers for sugar and powdered coffee creamer.

Tracy arched an eyebrow. "You're really getting into the whole bimbo maid bit, aren't you, honey?" Tracy asked. "No offense, of course."

Natasha put her hand on her hip and sucked on her lip. Now that Tracy had said something, Natasha thought about how she'd been talking over the last two days. "I mean, like, it's not like I'm trying to talk like one, but, like, it keeps getting harder and harder to…" Natasha paused as she saw Bob walk in, pushing in the boxes that had her art supplies in them. It was difficult to not stare at how strong he was. "Like, he must be amazing in bed," Natasha whispered.

"One of his many talents," Tracy replied with a wink. She poured herself a cup of coffee. "Normally, I'm a milk and sugar gal, but the creamer will work. You're not a milkmaid, are you?" Tracy teased.

Natasha laughed. "No, but I'll have to suggest the idea to Michael," Natasha said with a grin. She walked over to boxes and opened them. It had been a couple of days since she painted but it felt longer. The smell of the oils and turpentine centered her. She picked up the box and carried it into what was designed to be another bedroom. Natasha had claimed it as her art space, whether Michael knew it or not. Unboxing her easel, she realized for the first time that her burgeoning bosom might cause problems with her painting as she grabbed one of her canvases and set it on the stand. Thinking about her tits and her paints, she briefly considered taking off the maid outfit and smearing pinks over her tits just so that she could mash them against the canvas. "Later," she promised herself with a giggle.

She walked back out to find Bob and Tracy moving the couch in. Looking at the clock in the wall, she tried to figure out how much longer it would be before Michael would be home. To her dismay, she couldn't even figure that out. She watched Bob and Tracy move the rest of the furniture into the house, occasionally stopping to unbox things that caught her interest. When she got that had her cosmetics, she spent time touching up her makeup, accentuating her thick, pouty lips and drawing attention to her large eyes. She winked at her reflection, lifting her near basketball-sized boobs up with her arms. She couldn't wait to have Michael slide his thick, meaty cock between them. The thought of it was enough to make her want to play with herself.

"Looking good," Michael said from the door to the bathroom.

Natasha spun around and grinned broadly. Her man was home\! "Baby\!" Natasha cried out, wiggling her way over and wrapping her arms around him, only to have him kiss her soundly. She moaned as his arms slid around her body and his hands groped her ass, giving it a nice squeeze. She loved how it felt to have her huge titties mashing against his broad chest. Nuzzling his neck, his scent overwhelmed her, the scent of spices and clean male making her hot. She couldn't wait to get him into bed.

"I see you liked the costume," Michael said as he caressed her ass.

Natasha stepped back and nodded before a thought intruded her mind. "Wait, like, you're not surprised that my butt's bigger or that my boobies are, like, super huge and stuff?" Natasha frowned at Michael, the last of her old mind struggling to keep a foothold. "You, like, totally know what's happening to me, why my boobies are so big and why it's hard to think and stuff about anything but sex."

Michael shrugged. "It's something in the food and water here, or so I'm told. It makes the women here 'bubbly' is how it was explained to me. It doesn't change the fundamental them. You still want to paint right?"

"Like, yeah," Natasha agreed as Michael led her to the bedroom.

"And you still enjoy cooking and keeping the house in order, right?" Michael asked as he unzipped the back of her dress.

Natasha thought about that for a moment. She did like to cook, but cleaning? Maybe? She couldn't remember. As Michael slid her dress off, Natasha's thoughts scattered. Standing there in just her panties, her thoughts went to how strong Michael looked. She was hungry for him. Pressing up against him, she giggled. "Like, what were we talking about?" Natasha asked, watching as Michael locked the door.

Tugging off his shirt, Michael walked back over to the bed and grabbed one of the pillows, dropping it on the floor in front of him. "We were talking about how much you love it here in Canterbury Falls. Enough talk, though, love. Isn't it time you had your treat?"

"Treat?" Natasha asked, her tone confused. As soon as Michael unzipped his pants and freed his cock, Natasha knew what treat he meant. It was the best treat she could hope for. Kneeling on the pillow, she took Michael's shaft between her bee-stung lips and engulfed it, moaning happily at the taste.

"That's it, baby doll, suck your master's cock," Michael said, his hand going to her hair. "But don't forget to play with your growing tits, love. It makes me hot to see you squeeze them."

Natasha's hand moved to her tits and, just like Michael said, she could feel them swelling even larger than they were before. She couldn't resist the urge to play with them, given how hot they made her man. It made him happy so that made her happy. Bobbing her head, she sucked on his cock, licking around the shaft, savoring the taste. When he came in her mouth, she swallowed greedily.

"Good girl," Michael said as he held her against his crotch.

Hearing the words, Natasha came, what little resistance she had left to Canterbury Falls being blown away with her orgasm.