Helena's Home Shrinking Ch. 01

Ryan sighed impatiently, checking his phone for what felt like the thousandth time that day. He turned to his best friend James who looks about as excited as he feels. This was all such a load of bullshit. Ever since they were kids, James and Ryan had been hassling the old spinster that lived in the house at the end of their street. She was some kind of crazy shut-in, and Neither James nor Ryan had ever seen her in real life. Teasing Ms.Reid and spreading rumors about her was a fun pastime for them, after all, it's not like she could come out and defend herself. Of course, things started to escalate as time wore on.
From teasing, to namecalling, to graffiti and knocked over trashcans. It all came to a head last week, when James 'accidentally' threw a baseball through Ms. Reid's top floor window, punching a neat hole the size of a fist in the pane. That was when James and Ryan's parents finally stepped in. James and Ryan, 18 and 19 respectively, had been bullying Ms.Reid since they were 13, but apparently a little cracked window was the straw that broke the camel's back. Ms.Reid even made the effort to call their parents. After a pretty standard tongue-lashing things took a turn for the worst. Apparently Ms. Reid was insistent that Ryan and James help clean all the damage they'd caused, hence the reason they were here this weekend instead of hanging out with friends.
"I can't believe the old bitch actually rang our parents up!" James sighed, surveying the dilapidated house.
"Dude, keep it down we're right outside her door!" Ryan snapped, "Besides, My parents said she's in her 30s so she's not ancient or anything."
"Whatever, let's get this over with" and with that James presses his index finger to the doorbell, letting the chimes ring out. There's the sound of shuffling inside and a number of latches and locks being pulled back before the door opens a crack. Ms. Reid's head peers around the doorframe as she looks the boys up and down. She's a pale-looking woman with jet-black hair, slightly frazzled that frames her face. On top of that, she wears a pair of circular lens glasses that give her a kind of mousey look.
"You must be the two little troublemakers istanbul Escort Bayan am I right? Well, you'd better come in!" And with that she opens the door fully, letting the inner light wash over and frame her full figure. James and Ryan stand dumb and slack-jawed as they stare at Ms.Reid, most notably her balloon-like breasts like two swollen orbs of pale porcelain that are just barely stuffed into the tight black keyhole sweater she's wearing. The opening that displays Ms. Reid's hulking cleavage stretches so far that it's a wonder that there's any material left for the rest of the sweater at all. Ms. Reid notices the boys staring, and if they were more observant, perhaps they'd see the peculiar look that darts across her face, but they are all but hypnotized by the mounds of fleshy breast meat in front of them. Ryan has looked at plenty of porn at this point, after all, he's a horny teenager with a smartphone, but he's never even seen anything close to the size and spread of Ms. Reid's boobs. He even watched some cartoon porn but drawings could never touch the reality of what he's seeing.
The missile-like mammaries rise and fall softy with each breath and Ryan can't figure out how Ms.Reid is even able to stand, let alone walk with such a weight attached to her. All he wants to do is reach out and touch these shuddering, soft boob-pillows and he's aware of the feeling of his penis straining against his jeans. James is similarly entranced, his eyes scanning over the strained fleshy breasts in front of him, the sure size of these unnatural beauties stretching the skin and making thick, angry veins appear over the surface. James can almost hear the material of Ms. Reid's sweater straining against the grotesque bosom it's been tasked with somehow containing. James knows it's no use; there's no sweater or dress on earth that could keep these bulging breasts in check for long.
"So, you know me as Ms. Reid, but I prefer if you would call me Helena, alright boys?" Helena watches as the dumbfounded teens nod slowly, ogling her prized assets. She has them now. She could almost smell the hormones off them as she guides them into the istanbul Escort living room, each step making her precious girls jiggle and shudder like overloaded bags of fat. In the stunned silence it was even possible to hear that light slapping noise of Helena's breasts knocking off each other. She never wore a bra anyway so she was used to the sound of her veiny balloons ricocheting off each other, but she knew the boys loved it. She noticed how their pants tented the second she came out from behind the door, and the tell-tale stains of pre-cum were already making an impression on James' jeans. She felt like taking the boys right then and there, but she planned for this for so long. Being reckless at the last hurdle would be ridiculous. When they reached the dinner table, laid out with food, James and Ryan were surprised enough to find their voices.
"Ms. Re...Helena," James caught himself, barely dragging his eyes up from the swollen beauties, "I thought we were here to clean up your house?"
"Oh, well you are sweetie!" Helena cooed, crossing her arms under her heavy bosom, propping the enlarged flesh up and giving the boys a better look at her cleavage. The look on Ryan's face was priceless.
"I thought we could have a little something to eat first. After all, you'll need your energy!" There was a second's hesitation, but Helena just took a deep breath and sighed, her mammaries shuddering like the veined orbs of boob-fat that they are. This was more than enough motivation, as both boys sat down awkwardly, trying to hide their boners. Helena loved to play with boys like this.
James was biting the inside of his cheeks raw to try and avoid staring at Helena's boobs, but how could he resist? She was just so fucking stacked! The food in front of them was just a cheap microwave dinner, but James felt like he'd eat a plate of dogshit just to be close to Helena and her swollen airbags. In the stronger light of the living room, James can see those wondrous monstrosities in even greater clarity. There's a pointedness at the end of the hills of fleshy fat, a pointed shape that stretches Helena's sweater material and makes an impression. Escort istanbul With a thrill, James realizes the cone-shapes are actually Helena's nipples, and she's going braless! Shit, with luck like this, he and Ryan should have started tormenting this bitch ages ago!
Helena knew where the power lay now and she made sure the boys knew it too. She made up one excuse after the other so she could drift around the table and parade her generous flesh-pillows for them, leaning in to grab a plate or pass more food to James or Ryan. Her blimp-like breasts actually extend so far out from her slender frame, that even when barely leaning toward the table her fleshy orbs press on the tabletop, her veiny cleavage crinkling with wrinkles as the folds of tit-fat pushes into itself. The boys savor every second, not even looking at their plates anymore. James stabs at the table with his fork while the food from Ryan's ends up on his clothes rather than in his mouth. Helena puts an arm around each boy's shoulder, loving how they squirm as she leans in between them, the table creaking under the weight of her breasts.
"Now boys, don't forget to drink your milk," Helena whispers, her cone-like nipples seeming to point at James and Ryan respectively, just out of reach. They can barely string together a garbled response, Ryan letting his mouth hang open like a gate in the wind as he obviously stares into the deep folds of Helena's cleavage, the pale flesh smushed together. As she draws back and stands upright the table shakes from the release of weight, but it's nothing to the shaking of James and Ryan's hands as they lift the tall glasses of milk off the table. Helena sits at the head of the table, pulling her chair in.
This is quite an effort for someone packing such amped-up assets, and Helena's dense meatbags press up against the table's edge, the veins darkening as pressure is applied. With a graceful movement, she removes her glasses and throws back her hair, interlacing her fingers and leaning forward, sureving James and Ryan with a disturbing, hungry look. They look so confused, flushed red with hormonal energy, the glasses of milk against their lips. The silence in the room is thick, the high ceilings causing echoes. The sound of long, deep gulps fills the room as James and Ryan swallow down every drop of milk, their eyes glued to Helena's veiny breasts, the pale protruding orbs sitting on the table like a couple of ostrich eggs. That's when things start to get really crazy.....