The Year of the Cat Ch. 06

Author's Note: 100% Fiction. All sexualized characters are adults. Special thanks to jadams once again for the editing assistance.

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The roommates' friendship only grew as December progressed. Their level of comfort around each other naturally increased, as well over the weeks.

Matt and Janice's daily routine continued without many changes, except now the two usually shared a joint after dinner, before they started watching their television show. Sunday nights they would usually have a cocktail together at the Avenue cantina, just like their first weekend together.

A relative level of mundanity settled into their daily life except for some vivid occurrences Matt had observed, which were brought about by another aspect of their increased level of comfort with each other- namely, Janice's clothing choices.

The first occurred during a particularly riveting episode of their show: Janice removed her bra in front of Matt for the first time, not wanting to pause the action to remove it in private. From the corner of his eye Matt could see her slip her shoulder straps down from under her T-shirt, then unclasp the hooks in the back, finally pulling the huge beige undergarment out from the bottom and stuffing it between the couch cushions quickly, in what looked to be an attempt at discretion.

Matt pretended not to notice her subtle actions in case she happened to be embarrassed, but the following days proved she wasn't shy about it at all.

It wasn't long before Janice would literally announce her urgent need to be braless at the end of the workday, followed by her wriggling out of her shoulder straps and unabashedly yanking the undergarment out from beneath her top, joyfully. Sometimes even going so far as to laughingly shimmy her shoulders to intentionally make her enormous titties sway hugely from side to side in celebration of being liberated.

Another remarkable moment Matt had come to relish was the morning he was running late for work: He burst out of his bedroom, scrambling to get his lunch packed. There, he was shocked to see Janice stirring her coffee wearing nothing but a sexy, red, transparent bra and matching g string panties. She simply smiled at him, taking her first sip.

"Sorry, Janice! I know, I should be gone already. I'm not looking. Promise!" Matt said placing a palm up in front of his eyes to obscure his view of her luscious half-nakedness.

Janice laughed. She approached him and reached up, lowering his hand from his eyes. "It's alright, Matt. We're way past that now, don't you think?" she smiled.

Matt blinked, "I... I guess, yeah."

She winked, turning towards her bedroom to finish getting dressed for work. Despite being a dyed in the wool Boob Man, the view of Janice's round booty walking away in her tiny panties sent blood flooding to Matt's dick.

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As it was, Matt wasn't the only one enjoying the relaxed dress atmosphere in the apartment. Janice caught herself several times daydreaming of the day she first saw Matt without a shirt on.

She had knocked on his bedroom door to ask him a question one evening. When he answered, he appeared to have just gotten out of shower, for he was only wearing a towel wrapped low around his waist.

Janice couldn't help but gawk amazed at Matt's muscular torso and bulging arms. Her eyes traveling down his pecks and abs taking in his chiseled, well defined muscles. The 'V' shape of his lower abdomen disappearing into his towel caused Janice to bite her lip unconsciously.

She was aware that Matt had a physically demanding job, but she never realized it had produced such a fine specimen of a man as this.

Janice heard Matt clear his throat and her attention snapped back to Matt's smiling face. She blushed, completely forgetting her question.

"Uhhm, sorry. Never mind.", she said wincing in embarrassment.

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Matt was alone in bed with the lights off one evening after he and Janice had said goodnight, when a text message from Pamela chirped from his phone:

"i swear your the only guy i ever had to beg for a dick pic!"

Once again, the thought never occurred to Matt to send a picture of his penis to Pamela, even after she made a comment about it on their last date.

"Shit! I forgot. Hold on..." Matt texted back.

Matt turned down the bedsheets and attempted to summon an erection from his tired flaccidity. A chub emerged, but remained at ease, due to sheer exhaustion at the end of the workday.

He knew all he had to do was recall one of Janice's many body exploits, to engage the floodgates to open... "but how messed up would that be, Matt? The only way you can get a boner for your girlfriend is by thinking of your roommate? Damn, bro."

Just then, he heard the handle turning on his bedroom door, then the light from the living room streaming in as the door was flung wide open. A purring feline hopped up on to Matt's bed and approached him for pets.

Matt drew the bed sheet over himself and sighed. "Hey Bubsy, I doubt you've come to help."

Bubsy nuzzled lovingly on Matt's outstretched hand for several minutes.

A shadow appeared in the doorway. "Bubsy!" came Janice's whispered yell. "Bubsy! Leave Matty alone! Come here this instant!" she cried as quietly as she could.

Matt reached over and turned on the bedside light. "It's ok. I'm up."

Janice entered the room, padding across the floor on her bare feet. "Sorry, Matty! ...Come here you little booger!" She was wearing a night shirt, thin and light colored, that draped over her all the way to her thighs. The neckline was so wide that the nightshirt was practically shoulder less. The thin garment was in a constant state of slipping off of Janice's shaking upper body.

She made her way over to the beside where Matt was laying and bent down to cuddle the defiant cat. As the hem of the loose shirt dipped low, Matt was once again treated to a stunning view of Janice's naked breasts hanging free within.

Of course, within seconds, Matt's chubby was a chubby no more.

"C'mon Bubs, you're coming to bed with me tonight!" Janice wrapped her arms around the chonky cat and lifted to carry him away.

Bubsy's claws stubbornly dug into the sheet as he was being lifted and held fast. Matt gasped in surprise as his cover slid away from him exposing his erect naked cock. Janice turned her head to Matt when he gasped.

"HOLY FUCK!" Janice exclaimed loudly. Her eyes were wide as dinner plates, fixed on Matt's erect dick.

It was such a rare occasion that Matt ever heard Janice curse so forcefully, he could barely stifle a laugh, despite the embarrassment of exposure.

"Hehe. I guess it was my turn, after all..." Matt said, chuckling.

Janice didn't laugh. She just clutched Bubsy tightly against her, staring at Matt's huge cock, her mouth slightly open. Then a moment later, as if a spell had been lifted, she came to and gave Matt a mortified apology before running out of the room.

Matt blinked. Seizing the opportunity, he reached over to his camera phone and snapped a picture of his fully engorged phallus.

Hitting send to Pamela, Matt set the phone down and drew the sheets over himself once more.

Not 15 seconds later a stream of texts from Pamela were shaking Matt's phone off of the bedside table.

"HOLY FUCK!" the first text said.

Matt blinked. "What are the odds?"

Followed closely by:

"OMG!!"

"its fucking HUGE!!"

"SEND ME MORE PICS NOW!!"

Matt couldn't help but feel a bit swell of pride as he threw off the sheets again and began snapping several more photos for Pamela.

Soon, after sending the next batch of dick pics, Matt's phone buzzed with another text:

"i am in fucking love, dont make plans for new years eve. finding some place to drop off stewart and coming to you."

Then: "I need that cock. get ready to fuck me sensless into the new year."

Matt shook his head, amazed at the ease to which Pamela had made a u-turn. If he were able, he would have kicked himself in the balls for waiting so long to send a picture.

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His silent pride only grew when, for days afterwards, Matt would often catch Janice stealing glances at his crotch.

One night during dinner, she cautiously asked. "Matty? You mind if I ask you something super personal?"

Matt chuckled. "Of course not, Jan."

"Ok. Well... I was just wondering..." she paused. "What's it like? You know... having a big thingy like you have... just out of curiosity."

Matt was surprised at first, but then began to think. "Well, I guess it's ok, but I don't really consider myself that big..."

"Well, my mom does and... ." Janice turned pink, almost finishing the sentence with "I do.", but she saved herself at the last moment with. "...I bet Pam does too!"

Matt nodded. "Yeah... Pam's kinda been my own personal cheerleader about it lately... but, you know, honestly, there's only one place where it matters at all: the bedroom."

Janice blinked in surprise.

"Yep. Making girls cum really easily is the only advantage of being big down there." Matt said matter of fact like.

Janice's cheeks burned red, unable to resist the sudden mental vision of her ecstasy as his massive cock squeezed its way into her tight, pink pussy.

Matt continued, "Outside the bedroom, it's kinda a hassle to deal with." he looked down at his lap, "Take this, for an example..."

Matt stood up from the table. Janice was surprised to be suddenly looking at a detailed relief print of his thick cock plastered against his leg beneath the material of his snug tan pants.

"See? Even if I only get a chubby, you can see this thing from SPACE!"

Janice had to take a drink to cool her flushed face. "I... I see..."

Matt took a seat. "It would be great to be just a little more discreet. Not to mention the gross things that can happen sitting down on a toilet..."

"Ew, well. Ok..." Janice interrupted him from going into detail "Uhhm... Has it ever been... too big for any girl you've been with?"

Matt shook his head. "Nope, every girl I've been with seemed to enjoy it."

Janice didn't detect that Matt was bragging. If she knew him at all, she would know that it was his usual humble habit to understate himself.

"Well, congratulations on having a big... part." she said, demurely.

"Yeah, you too, Jan." he raised his glass laughing,

She sat up straight, proudly thrusting her huge tits out and clinked her glass to his.

"To the Big Life!"

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Their jovial cohabitation together carried on until one evening, a few days later, Matt entered the living room to see Janice sitting tensely at the couch staring into the blank television screen. She was wearing the largest, most unshapely sweatshirt he had ever seen her in. The weather had been chilly as of late, so Janice had not been seen wearing anything particularly skimpy around the house, but this was even bulkier than usual. Matt saw Janice's hands in her lap wringing each other, nervously.

"Hey, homie... you ok?" Matt asked, concerned.

Janice jumped at the sound of Matt's voice, not even aware he had entered the living room.

"Oh! Shit! Yeah... I guess..." she hesitated. "I just got off the phone with Bobby. Apparently I'm spending Christmas with him and his family in their mountain estate."

"Oh! That sounds nice... right?" said Matt.

Janice turned to look urgently into her friend's eyes. He saw them filling with tears. "Matt... they... they're awful! They hate me!"

Matt quickly took a seat next to her and wrapped his arm around her back. Seeing his friend on the verge of tears for the first time was unsettling to him. Janice took his free hand and gripped it tightly.

She sobbed lightly, continuing. "Bobby's dad makes my skin crawl with his disgusting comments and his mom loathes the fact that I'm with her son and has never tried to hide it!"

"Damn... I'm so sorry." Matt said, softly.

"AND I'll have to deal with Bobby on top of everything!" she sighed exasperated, "Oh god, this is going to be awful!" Janice burst into tears, burying her head in Matt's shoulder, draping her arm across his chest. He held her silently as she had her cry.

Several minutes passed before Janice brought her face away from Matt's tear-stained T-shirt. They slowly separated from their embrace. His eyes met her wet, bloodshot gaze. "I'm sorry." she blushed. "How gross, huh? I needed that, though. Thank you."

Matt smiled, "It's never gross... and I'm here for you anytime, Janice. I mean that... anytime."

Her frayed emotions and his display of genuine warmth and caring worked in tandem, swelling an urge inside of Janice to lean forward and kiss Matt's lips. It only took a split second to suppress, but Matt recognized that brief glimmering flare in her eye.

Janice collected her composure, wiping her eyes and nose dry on the sleeves of her giant sweatshirt.

With a sigh, she concluded her bad news by revealing that Bobby would be coming to the apartment this weekend to pick her up.

Matt had heard a lot about Bobby, none of it good. However, he decided he was going to meet Janice's boyfriend like he met every new person: with a blank slate of respect. "Whether that respect increases or decreases is up to the way a person acts from that point on." He had told himself for years.

Matt had the notion that his principal might be put to the test.

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For the following days leading up to Bobby's arrival Janice's tension level was high. To cope, she found herself drinking more than usual. Matt empathized with Janice's dread, so he didn't attempt to intervene; he simply offered patience and understanding.

The two had decided to take a hiatus from watching their Netflix show. Janice's general unease was distracting her attention away from the plot. They agreed to pick it back up when she returned after Christmas.

Janice, in the meantime, threw herself into the stressful task of deciding what to pack and what gifts to shop for. The pressure to please Bobby's un-please-able family was weighing heavily on her mind. Matt decided it might be better to take up the quiet enjoyment of a new novel to read in his room and give her some space.

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It was the night before Bobby was expected to arrive. Matt sat on his bed, riveted to the compelling story on the pages of the novel before him.

A quiet knock was heard on his door. "Maaatty!~" he heard his name being called in a playful, sing-song lilt. "Come out of your rooooom!~ Hang out with meeee!~" Janice peeked her head around the corner, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Glancing out the window to the dark sky, Matt was surprised to realize how long he had been absorbed in his reading.

"Whoa! I totally lost track of time!" he smiled putting his book away.

"Homie Council Meeting in the kitchen!" she shouted, shuffling her bare feet through the living room.

Standing to join her, Matt walked around the bed towards the doorway, where he could see her at the dining room unscrewing the top from a bottle of bourbon that was already a quarter empty. He saw that Janice was wearing a familiar color. Matt's heart nearly stopped as soon as he recognized what she had on: the pink, oversized tank top that Kendra was wearing weeks ago.

Matt was instantly reminded of the ease to which Kendra's huge naked breasts would escape the loose garment. A twinge of hard joy leapt through Matt, anticipating the escape attempts Janice's even bigger tits would inevitably be making. However, after a quick second look, Matt could see large beige cups and straps through the gaps in the revealing tank top. She was bent at the hips slightly, pouring two shots carefully. The giant armholes hung so low on Janice's frame that the entire broad side of her brassiere was completely visible.

"Come have some shots with me!" Janice exclaimed excitedly. "I am all done packing and the only thing left to do now is get DRUNK!"

Matt chuckled. "I'll do some shots, but I don't want to get hammered."

"Aww! Be my drinking buddy tonight. Pleeeease!" she begged, hugging his arm, pressing her giant tits against him harder than he had ever felt before. "It's our last night together for a whole week!"

Matt frowned. "Damn, you're right. Wow! That sucks."

"We can be sad later." Janice said wagging her finger at him. "Right now...shots!"

She shoved a full shot glass into Matt's hand. The two clinked their glasses together and downed the brown liquor. Matt sputtered and coughed, feeling the harsh burn in his throat. Janice smiled, un-phased and poured two more shots. They downed those as well. Janice quickly refilled the glasses yet again.

Matt exhaled. He was concerned with the pace she was setting. "It's not a bad idea to stay hydrated while we're drinking. Let me get us some water." he said walking to the refrigerator.

"Yeah, cold water does sound good!" said Janice, wiping her forehead. "It's hot in here, right?"

Matt hadn't noticed it being particularly warm in the apartment. He retrieved two tall plastic cups from the cupboard and held one beneath the refrigerator's water dispenser.

"Hot?" Matt asked, turning towards Janice. There she stood pushing her bra straps down her arms.

"Yeah, it's hot as hell in here! I have no idea why I'm wearing this thing." she said, reaching behind her back. As she released the hook clasps, her breasts settled into place naturally beneath the loose, pink tank top. Then, fishing the huge bra out of the oversized armhole, Janice casually tossed it aside, letting her unencumbered breasts wobble in their massive splendor.

"Ahh! So much better!" Janice exclaimed with outstretched arms. Her bare breasts flared out of her tank top several inches on each side just as Kendra's did, except even more so. Her nipples rejoiced their freedom by becoming erect points beneath the pink fabric.

Matt was held in an inescapable trance, until he felt cold water splashing at his feet and looked down to realize the water was overflowing from his cup and collecting in a pool on the floor.

Janice pointed and giggled at his clumsiness. It was obvious that a buzz was already taking hold of her.

Matt could feel the hazy edge of a liquor buzz blurring his senses as well when he knelt to clean up the puddle with a hand towel.

"Here! I'll help!" exclaimed Janice, grabbing another small towel and dropping to her hands and knees to sop up the water.

Matt gasped at the sight of her enormous breasts in full, uninterrupted glory emitting from the drooping, overstretched garment. He was transfixed by Janice's huge, full, round, naked tits, hanging so low, swaying in unison as she swiped the puddle with her towel.

When the puddle was taken care of, Matt secretly tucked his growing cock down and rose to his feet, offering a hand to Janice. She took his hand and stood. Her tank top had shifted forward during her time on her knees, rendering her dangerously low-cut tank top into a depth defyingly low-cut tank top. Both of Janice's giant breasts were nearly completely exposed. The thin shoulder straps were the only remaining cover her nipples had left.

Matt gulped as Janice placed both her hands on his shoulders and looked sternly into his eyes.

"More shots" she whispered.

More shots were had. Janice turned on her favorite 80's playlist from the stereo. They sat together at the dining room table drinking, talking and laughing. Soon, the two had done away with the formalities of shot glasses and simply passed the bottle back and forth, taking swigs.

Matt was beginning to lose focus. He caught himself slurring his words.

Janice giggled incessantly at Matt's cathartic reaction every time he choked down a gulp of liquor. She completely ignored the situation with her tank top.

At one point, Janice almost shocked Matt back into sobriety when she hoisted her nearly nude, gargantuan breasts up with her forearm and dropped them on the dining room tabletop with a thud. She performed the move nonchalantly, in the middle of her sentence, like it was nothing. The relieved straps slipped off her shoulders while she carried on without a concern.