The Year of the Cat Ch. 06

Matt couldn't keep his eyes off her resting globular masses. Her gigantic roundness piled high and sloshed and jiggled with her every movement. Her left nipple was fully exposed and gorgeous, her right was so close to slipping out that Matt dared not even blink, let alone look away. He had had his fill of liquor. He switched to water while Janice still took slugs from the bottle.

A Whitney Houston song started on the playlist. Janice's face lit up. "I wanna dance with somebody too!" she hiccupped, grinning at Matt. She stood to her feet quickly and immediately felt the room begin to spin.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed and exhaled slowly, wobbling on her legs. "Ok...I am DRUNK drunk!"

"Careful, home girl." Matt reached out to steady her from his chair. He watched in breathless anticipation as her tank top dangled loosely, barely hanging on to her undulating tits.

Janice giggled. "I'm good! I'm... good." She took one step towards Matt and toppled forward. Matt's inebriated reaction time hampered him from catching Janice before her body collided against him.

"Whoopsie!" Janice giggled. Matt's head was entirely engulfed in warm, soft breast meat. He could neither see, hear or breathe between Janice's massive tits. She heard a muffled cry escape from her cleavage.

Matt gasped for air when Janice finally found her feet and released his head from her heavenly bosom.

"C'mon, Matt. (hic) Stop playin around and come dance with me." Janice took Matt's arm in both hands, playfully attempting to yank him to his feet. Matt gawked at the sight of her arms pressing her colossal tits together in a bulging overflow. The straps of her tank top had both slackened further, slipping all the way to her elbows as her massive mammaries surged over her upper arms, piling into two gorgeously soft domes that almost reached her chin. She grunted and growled comically, as she tugged on Matt's arm, not quite grasping the eroticism she was displaying. With each tug waves of flesh sloshed forward and back, hypnotically.

Matt finally stood up after enjoying several playful tugs. Standing before her, Janice let her swimming eyes wander down his body to his jutting erection. Matt couldn't believe it when she reached out and touched the bell head of his covered boner with her extended index finger. His eyes widened as she pressed it down, then slid her finger off, letting his long penis flip back, hitting his abdomen gently.

"Boing!" she giggled playfully, then casually stumbled to the doorway, hiccupping.

"Holy shit! She must be SUPER wasted" thought Matt, watching Janice cross the floor in stunned silence.

Then a moment came that seared its image onto Matt's brain forever: Janice stopped at the doorway and twisted her torso to look back at him, expectantly. Her top was dangling off her body, seemingly held up only by the shelf of her protruding watermelon sized breasts. An arm extended towards Matt again, this time the index finger curled to beckon him forth. The loose, pink garment did nothing to hide Janice's nudity. Through her gaping armhole, the entirety of her gorgeous upper body's stupefying proportions was clearly visible. Her eyelids were drooping from intoxication, creating the illusion of a smoldering gaze. Matt froze like a deer in headlights.

"C'mon! Matt!" cried Janice exasperated.

Matt wobbled forward, feeling his own intoxication. She took his hand and yanked him towards her. Their bodies collided. Janice wrapped her arms around Matt and squeezed him tight as she began moving to the music. He gulped, feeling his boner press up against her mons pubis. Janice didn't flinch. Matt was nearly beside himself when, instead she buried her face in his neck and pressed harder against his dick, grinding against it to the rhythm. Matt's cock lurched against her. He could hear ragged breathing and a soft moan escape her lips.

Suddenly, they were toppling backwards. Their feet had gotten tangled together and inebriation and gravity had taken over.

"Whoa! Going down!" Matt shouted as the two tumbled to the couch.

He found himself on his back, half on the couch, legs on the floor. Janice was splayed out on top of him, giggling hysterically.

"You big doofus!" she said resting her head on his chest. The two caught their breath as their laughing died down.

Matt's cock was pressed hard into her tummy. Janice laid seemingly motionless for a quiet moment, unaware she was slowly sliding down his torso.

Matt's upper lip began to sweat when he felt his shorts sliding off, being dragged by her body. He gasped, feeling his erect dick being liberated out of his shorts and sliding against her body, right between her gargantuan squashed breasts.

The overwhelming softness bathed Matt's naked cock. He panted looking down, seeing his thick dick head peeking up at him from between Janice's enormous bulging cleavage

Matt begged his penis not to explode when she finally rose from his body. During their dancing, Janice's top had fallen off her undulating form completely. She was far too drunk to notice either one's exposure. Her gigantic naked tits now hovered inches in front of him, her rigid nipples occasionally grazing his dick lightly as she found her way back upright in her seat on the couch.

Matt quickly pulled up his shorts, watching her dozing attempt at replacing her fallen shoulder straps. She managed to slip the straps to their proper place but didn't bother to see that her massive breasts had both spilled out, one from the front of the tank top, the other hanging out from her armhole.

Janice looked up to see Bubsy sitting calmly in the center of the living room floor, regarding the two with a stoic gaze of silent judgement.

"Come on, Bubsy! Come sit on mama's lap!" slurred Janice patting her thighs.

Bubsy blinked in response. Then, with a chuff, the feline leapt onto Matt's lap and settled himself into a furry, black ball on his thighs.

Janice gasped at the betrayal. "Bubsy J Fox! How could you?!"

Matt smiled meekly. "Sorry, home girl. Bubsy and me seem to be on the same wavelength."

"Yeah.. (hic) you both like big ol' boobies!" Janice laughed.

Matt would have blushed if he were sober, but now, all he could do is shrug in agreement.

"My titty kitty..." she leaned over against Matt to kiss Bubsy's head, inadvertently pressing a breast against his throbbing erection.

"You be good for daddy while mama's away, ...(hic) ok baby Bubs?"

Matt blushed quietly at his new title.

He felt her hand slide up the inside of his arm between them. Janice entwined her fingers in his. She leaned over and rested her head on Matt's broad shoulder. Matt tried not to tremble when her naked tit spread its warmth over his forearm. He cast his eyes down to witness their embracing hands peeking out from under Janice's huge, cream colored softness.

"I'm sure going to miss you, Matty." he heard her say quietly.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Janice." he said, trying to mask his shaky voice.

A quiet moment passed. Matt held his breath in suspense of what might happen next. Another quiet moment passed. She was completely still, her head propped against his shoulder.

Then Matt heard a soft snore. He bent his head to see Janice's eyes closed, mouth open and a small string of drool leaking out of the corner of her mouth.

"Uhh... Janice?" Matt said quietly.

Janice mumbled an incoherent answer then slumped over onto Matt's lap. Bubsy hopped down out of her way as she fell.

Matt paused for a moment, contemplating what he should do now. A brief inner struggle ensued within him- suppressing the temptation to take advantage of her inebriated slumber and cop a feel of her exposed naked body.

Matt shook his head, scattering the lecherous thoughts away.

"Let's get you to bed, homegirl." said Matt with a sigh. He untangled himself from her sleep heavy limbs that draped across his lap. Standing before her, Matt spread a throw blanket over Janice's nakedness. He then gently lifted and carried her to her bedroom.

After laying her down on her side, Matt went and procured two tablets of acetaminophen and a glass of water. Setting them down upon her bedside table, he knelt before her. Janice's soft breathing and her peaceful countenance helped assure Matt that she would be okay alone during the night. He stood to leave.

"Thank you, Matty."

He almost jumped at the clarity of her voice in the quiet room. "She was awake!" A wave a relief washed over Matt remembering his decision to resist his lustful temptation earlier.

"Yo-You're welcome, Janice. Goodnight."