Fairy Tales Come True?

Jasmine gave in to Rose's prodding and turned towards the exit. Rose came up right behind her and started pushing as if to hurry her off even a second sooner, the warmth of her breasts spreading against Jasmine's bare back. Now, Jasmine certainly couldn't leave. She was close to letting it slide but the way Rose's chest was actually starting to wrap around her back served as a reminder of the depth of her curiosity; oh, and the apparent depth of Rose's cleavage.

"Wait, I just have to ask. . ."

"Tomorrow. You can ask whatever you want tomorrow."

"It'll be real quick, just let me-"

"Just leave!"

They were standing right in front the dining space in the room with the kitchen when Jasmine's resistance went too far. First she was skidding her feet and pushing back into Rose. Then she held the frames of the door to keep from being pushed out. Finally, with one room to go before she had nowhere to hide, Jasmine pulled a one-eighty and grabbed Rose to keep her in place. Rose grasped for anything and twisted her grip in an attempt to reverse the action, and with their shifting momentum they both ended up spinning out and landing on the carpet of the last room. Recognizing that they were both on the ground after just a wink, Jasmine tried to sit up straight and get to her feet. Immediately, she realized that Rose was on top of her. More precisely, Rose's chest was square on top of her own. It was not her imagination anymore. Rose's supple set of mountainous knockers were bunched up on top of her own, their weight spreading in all directions which only exaggerated their size. They felt amazingly soft and increasingly warm as their presence seemed to spread farther and farther all over her body. The thin, white shirt did nothing to hold them back, and Jasmine's bikini top had been misaligned during the fall, exposing Rose's swollen softness to Jasmine's hard, nipples.

Then came a buzzing sound. Rose's phone. An alarm was going off. Then a bell chimed, the lights dimmed, and an intercom which had previously gone unnoticed suddenly fizzled to life.

"Roselyn Dunley. Your performance will begin in sixty seconds. Please make sure all personal items are hidden, that your phone is turned on, and that all final preparations are made. Repeat. Roselyn Dunley. Your performance will begin in sixty seconds. Please make sure all personal items are hidden, that your phone is turned on, and that all final preparations are made."

The voice of the woman on the intercom was clear, but also very sterile. She barely sounded human. Alongside that, the bell continued to chime over the sound system. Not enough to be annoying, but enough to let Jasmine know that something was definitely about to happen.

Then, Rose stirred to life. In the next sixty seconds, Rose turned off the notification on her phone, fixed herself so that it wasn't clear that she had fallen, and threw her shirt to the nearest corner of the room. She was now seated right next to Jasmine but was topless. From under her shirt popped two gargantuan jugs that eclipsed her ribcage. They were even bigger than they had appeared with the shirt on! The way she was sitting they were piled up in her lap, each one the size of a small boulder, and she petted one while she did some quick swiping on her phone screen. It was almost like Jasmine wasn't even there for the grand portion.

Then the woman began to speak over the intercom again. This time announcing that the show was about to begin. As she spoke, Rose turned to Jasmine. After having a void of absolutely no communicating, it was shocking to have all of Rose's attention directly on her.

"I tried to get you to leave. Since you wouldn't your stuck here until morning when the doors unlock themselves again. . . I'm not exactly sure how people will react so just play along. We get our first break in an hour."

And then, going through an unbelievable metamorphosis, Rose began a line of dialogue that was smoother than fine silk. Not only that, her back lost its arch and her shoulders their fold. Tension seemed to sizzle out of her pores and everything about her previous self was gone. The old, frantic crust broke away and a new Rose had appeared. This one, noted Jasmine, was instantly more likable. A big ticket camera lowered from a hole in the ceiling with a blinking red dot and sleek, black metal and Rose instantly made friends with the thing. She made all the signature moves: kicking some of her hair over her shoulder, finding any reason to look down so she could slowly look up, and biting her lips whenever she wasn't doing the first two. Those were the exact same moves Jasmine had pulled on Jake, the same ones that many girls used when they were trying to show their affection for a lover. But that was precisely the issue; who was the lover?

While considering this, Rose threw an arm around Jasmine which brought her from the twelve-foot pool of her thoughts into the shallow heat of a bubble bath. "This is my best friend, J. I know it was supposed to be just me and you tonight, but I hope you don't mind that we try to spice things up a little. After all, she just seemed so excited to be here," Rose laid her head against Jasmine's shoulder, rubbing her forehead into the soft skin like an affectionate animal might. The whole act made their difference in size much more apparent, and instead of trying to get a believable answer out, Jasmine simply gawked at the hulking mass of boob that was now smashing into her left side. The thing was so massive, so heavy, and after close examination, there were tiny blue veins crissing and crossing through the thing. Such detail could only be made out because Rose had the clearest, purest skin Jasmine had ever seen, and the feeling of it against her made her desire for more.

But there was Jake waiting for her, Jasmine remembered, and this was supposed to be their night. She had to leave, even if her intention one minute ago was to stay behind out of curiosity. And that force was still present and acting on her thoughts, even if she knew that she had to go (if she could even leave at all. Where the doors actually locked until morning?). It massaged into her will, this growing want to find out what Rose was really about, an equal longing to maybe prolong this novel sensation, and before she knew it she was playing along. 'Only for an hour', Jasmine decided. Then she would have a break for her and Rose to discuss just what was taking place. How did boobs just grow onto this girl all werewolf-style? That was the grandest question of them all.

An eternity passed with Rose flirting away at the camera but it became clear once they both stood that the communication wasn't one way. A purple bar was on her phone and beneath it were scrolling lines of words. Conversation. Someone was talking back to her, furiously, sending four or five messages at a time. Then she would giggle and send one back, but only if it didn't seem to be something she wanted to say out loud. After that, everything went smoothly. Well, smooth in the sense that Jasmine might have played pool and watched part of a movie with any other friend. Playing pool might have been fine if every motion hadn't sent red flags that this was some sort of lesbian porn show taking place in real time. Rose would bend over, take a grand amount of time to line up the shot - of the ball or of the camera's viewfinder one could only guess - and fire away. Then it was Jasmine's turn and Rose would trot over to Jasmine's side on her tip toes. The cute black haired girl would playfully bump Jasmine with her hips or say something to throw her off like 'I didn't know you could look that sexy playing billiards'. By the final shot, Rose thought that it would be better if they made each shot together, and both girls took turns holding each other from behind as they took shots at the eight ball. Then came the full movie experience of popcorn, soda, candy, and a bodacious babe using Jasmine's lap as a seat.

It was just getting good which meant it was getting very, very bad. Rose was gorgeous and even if it was subtle, her tits were still growing. Each time she would bend over the pool table, her rack would get closer and closer to landing on it. As the last ball was shot in, Jasmine was the one holding on from behind and she couldn't help but snag some boobage when she wrapped her arms around. Rose's waist hadn't changed. It was just her giant medicine balls that were swelling - and maybe some of her bum as well. Or maybe she just had a nice one of those to begin with.

Then, just as the movie was getting good and Rose was beginning to bounce her sexy booty against Jasmine's lap, a bell chimed in the system overhead.

"Sorry, but I guess it's time to break. We'll resume in fifteen, okay? We'll even pause the movie so we can start up where we left off!"

"Roslyn Dunley, your presentation is on hold. Your fifteen-minute break begins now." The announcer didn't seem too enthused about that fact, but neither was Jasmine.

Rose got up, went to the kitchen, and found the closest bottle of wine. When Jasmine followed, she could actually feel that a barrier had been constructed that kept her at a distance. Rose had found the hunch that she had lost, her vibrant eyes were dulled slightly, and a weariness hovered over her like a hood.

"You can go hide somewhere and call Jake now. I'm sure he's worried sick about you," were the first words out of her mouth. She sat on a stool looking distant, like the Rose from before had shut herself in some deep room inside the current one's heart.

"Not when I'm worried sick about you. Rose, what the hell is going on?"

"I think you're just worried about the chest thing. Can I please, please just talk about it some other time? I don't like having people I know. . . I don't like them being close to what I do."

While not untrue, Jasmine understood that questioning the current Rose about her constantly expanding boobs was in poor taste. But then, what was she supposed to say in this moment? She had just experienced a transformative hour, one that was opposed to anything she believed could ever happen. The Dunleys were a strange bunch, that much was becoming evident every moment. But Rose was maybe the strangest of them all. And so, without coming to any formal conclusion, Jasmine wrapped around the table and held Rose by the shoulder. There they remained for a while, wordless and motionless, before Jasmine broke the silence.

"It's pretty clear that whatever is going on here has you feeling pretty isolated. I do have questions that I want answered, but I also don't think it's the right thing to leave you here and face this by yourself."

"You weren't supposed to find out - nobody was."

"But I do."

"You should have just left when I told you to leave. How could anyone be so stubborn. . . You should just listen when someone tells you they want you out of their room."

Jasmine was going to remove her arm, but in a surprising shift, Rose moved so that Jasmine could hold her even tighter.

"So do you want me to go and hide or not?" Jasmine asked.

Rose set her wine on a counter and crossed her arms. Her face was tilted out of sight. "You've got to make up for being so stubborn somehow. You owe me."

"Your mouth says Rose, but your actions say Roslyn."

"There isn't a difference. They're both just me." Rose then went into explaining what exactly was taking place. Much of her family were enjoying the fortune that Rose's aunt and uncle - Jake's parents - had built off of. Rose was one of few in the Dunley family to be self-made. She did enjoy some of the money that trickled down to her, but she also had made her own living by doing cam girl work. Her service exploded in a matter of a few months. Her unique perspective and resources made for a different experience with much better production than her peers. With this growth and success, Rose continued the course of entertaining whoever might watch her. One day, an investor took an interest and helped shape a brand that was one of a kind: appeal to the wealthy while also appealing to certain fetish groups. Admittedly, it was a gamble but Roslyn accepted this offer and was compensated greatly for it. The family vacation was supposed to be an island resort themed episode and Roslyn was supposed to stream the fun she had to her viewers. Of course, that presented the threat of having her socially deplorable means of making money exposed by her strict, image-obsessed family. The only option, then, was to spend extra to rent out the luxury floor which was only available to the hyper-elite but would also ensure that no one had any reason to stumble in on her multi-million dollar cam show. No one, except Jasmine.

"Oh, uh. Sorry about that then. . ." Jasmine chuckled nervously. She had taken up a seat herself so that all of this could be explained to her.

"Like I said, you owe me. Just because my fans are shipping us doesn't mean that what you did wasn't stupid."

"Wait, shipping? Who is?"

"The people in my chatroom think we make a cute couple. They want us to get more intimate," then, as serious as a heart attack, she stared Jasmine down and said: "And I intend for that to take place."

"-the hell? Why would I do that?"

"Because you owe me. This is my livelihood. I tried to get you to leave and you wouldn't leave. Now, since you want to stay, you have to do things by my rules. My rules include having the best show for my customers because many of them have great sums of money that they wish to pass on to me." Rose stood and came even closer. Then, in no uncertain terms, she threw her chest at Jasmine. Jasmine's nose landed square within Rose's cleavage, and instantly her senses were bombarded. The scent of the lotion and moisturizer from before poured themselves all over Jasmine and soft skin massaged at her cheeks and lips. Rose's tits were prodigious enough to sit on Jasmine's shoulders even as she lost herself between them. The view of Rose was perfect as well; a succubus who knew that she could throw her beauty around to get what she wanted.

Had she really felt depressed about having to perform, or did she just want Jasmine to feel sorry for her?

None of that mattered in the heart of Jasmine which had already been smitten. Or maybe it had nothing to do with her heart at all. Her heart belonged to Jake, she knew that through and through, but her flesh was crying out in need. She had been teased in a hot tub, teased in the hall right outside her bedroom door, and for a third time she was having her physical desires stirred up. As she consulted her feelings, her lust would barge through her logical thoughts and scream until they got her way. She needed some action, something till she got her fix, and then she could go find Jake. That was an easy enough decision to make as she was huffing in the natural, sweetened aroma that accompanied Rose like that from one you might find in a garden.

Jasmine agreed, then was briefed on what would happen next. The next hour the two girls finished the movie. The one after that they tried on clothes from a wardrobe closet that was in a room that Jasmine had not visited before. The third hour, both girls ordered a late night snack to build their strength back up and went about flirting with the staff member who was delivering room service. Then, as they entered the third break, Rose revealed a bit of information. A customer had commissioned for a private session. This meant that the next hour would only have one viewer, who was able to request anything their heart desired. They couldn't just play around anymore. This was where the big money was made, so it was time to get serious.

Jasmine was told to wait in the bedroom until the fourth hour began. Then, the announcer proclaimed that the show had gone live. Jasmine's heart fluttered. She was worried that Rose would make her wait too long. This was not at all the case. Into the bedroom glided Rose with a predatory glint in her eye and a basket of oils in her left hand.

Jasmine reflected on the specifics of her instruction. 'When I show up, we enter a fantasy mode. Before we were flirting around, but this time you need to make it real'. Rose hopped onto the bed. She left the basket at one end, then proceeded near the center where Jasmine was waiting. As she neared, she gave Jasmine's bikini a look and rolled her eyes. Wait, did Rose want her to take it off? Jasmine understood the idea of seriousness, but she figured there would at least be some kind of building up to that. Up until that point, her bikini had been a bit of a shield for her, even if its tightness was obviously a discomfort.

But what was the harm in removing it, right? The faster it came off, the faster she could get her fix. "If you don't like it," Jasmine said, teasingly. "Then do something about it."

Rose came in, her face hovering just out of range like the heads of two positive magnets, and tucked her arms behind a seated Jasmine. It seemed like she would go for the bikini strap but in one fluid motion, she shifted gears. Her hands went to Jasmine's pert ass which was the recipient of twin slaps and Rose's head swiveled downward, catching the center spaghetti string - the one between Jasmine's H cup jugs - between her teeth, yanking it back and squishing the two teardrops together. Jasmine sighed in pleasure. She loved having her ass groped and absolutely adored having such inventive play with her breasts. Maybe it was her elevated sensitivity, her passionate fire or her aching loins, but she was in full cooperation with what was taking place. Rose released the strap and it popped backward suddenly sending Jasmine's chest into some admirable jiggling. She went for the same move again, this time motorboating the H cups before surfacing once more with the string between her teeth.

'Make sure to be vocal. Our watcher understands that it feels good, but nothing is more convincing than saying it outright'.

"Mmm, that's nice baby," Jasmine lilted. "You like big tits don't you?"

Rose replied in kind. "I like your big tits, sweety."

It oddly didn't feel like an act as Rose let the string pop once more, nor when she went in a third time and remained tucked in Jasmine's cleavage. Loving noises could be heard and Jasmine's chin tilted towards the ceiling as Rose kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin between Jasmine's heaving bosom. At this point, she needed the bikini off. Jasmine did the honors herself and when her burgeoning chest spilled free, Rose wasted no time dressing the exposed skin with kisses. She went in circles, gnawed gently with her teeth, and let her tongue pass over her partner's smooth skin, making love to Jasmine's chest. Every so often Rose would look upward, eyes looking round and innocent, and Jasmine would lose it. Where had she found such a cute, sexy partner? Not only was she cute, but she was good. Jasmine was moaning in minutes as wet pops and shimmering marks were left by Rose's lips. Even with this amount of pleasure, more was heaped upon it as Jasmine's round bum was caressed in Rose's hands. There wasn't too much there and Jasmine definitely considered herself top heavy, but the skin there was sensitive and the thought of being spanked and what that would lead to was plenty enough reason to find pleasure in it.

Rose then eased up and pulled back, but straight away Jasmine leaned in. Acting on instinct, she gave Rose a lippy kiss. She found the reciprocating action to be an even more forceful kiss, but she stood her ground and tried to dictate the pacing. Now Jasmine was leaning slightly over Rose, but only so much that she could be the one commanding this ship. She smacked and moaned, lowering herself onto her partner as their mouths began to open, then pushing her back just a little as she would pucker. The rhythmic manner in which she massaged Rose's mouth earned her a satisfying growl from the raven headed girl, and she proceeded onward with the natural introduction of her tongue. Rose seemed to love this as a smile could be felt by Jasmine when she sent her tool deep into her lover's mouth. Their tongues danced there which mimicked the motion of their bodies, as both seated girls inched into each other and began rolling their bodies towards one another. Considering their figures, both chests collided first and their shared cleavage bulged up beautifully towards their faces. The moisture left behind from Rose's attention reduced friction and added a shimmer to the way both their impressive knockers would glide over one another.