Chloe's package arrives the next day, she t...
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
jam27
Collapsing on her bed, Chloe thought little of dressing herself appropriately for sleeping. Sprawled out on her bed in nothing but her worn, stretched white panties and her new big bra.
James, on the other hand, was in full panic mode. He'd tolerated holding up Chloe's monstrous breasts for a few hours while she worked out, in exchange for a date with her daughter. He hadn't signed on to coddle her tits as she slept.
Betting that she was only lightly sleeping, James made as much noise as he could, asking to be let go (begging would've just played right into Chloe's hand). For all his effort, he could barely get a peep out of her. The most he accomplished was her rolling over slightly, which alleviated his struggle a little.
Trying to make the best of the situation, James tried to sleep. It took a while, coddling two heaving breasts whilst being caked in sweat was no easy task. But eventually, he managed to doze off.
His dreams were a strange collation of different visions and scenes, all of which were him remaining as Chloe's bra - although he changed types more than once. He would hold her tits up as a lacy, black bra or as a plain sports bra.
However, James wouldn't have an entirely peaceful night. In the early hours of the morning, he was awoken by something. Something was jostling him around, was Chloe taking him off?
No seemed to be the answer. The jostling he could feel was Chloe's fat fingers quickly circling her protruding nipples. Looking around him, he saw a second hand deep in Chloe's panties.
Oh shit, James thought. He could be nothing more than an unwilling participant as she quickened her pace and as her moans became louder and more frequent. After what felt like an eternity she moaned for the final time before collapsing back in bliss.
James wasn't so lucky, he had already worried about how damp his fabric had become but now he was soaked with sweat. Once again he tried to talk to Chloe, pleading this time, bur to no avail. It wasn't long before she fell asleep again.
Once again, James would amply have to wait it out.
James was awoken with a start, the fat he held onto being jostled violently. Looking around him, he could tell she was moving. He could also see daylight, it was morning, finally. A sigh of relief escaped his now non-existent lips. He prepared to talk to Chloe before he felt two hands grasping at his latches, slowly pulling them apart. She was taking him off!
James felt his straps descend down Chloe's wobbly arms and he prepared to switch back. His relief was only accentuated as she pulled his cups off her oversized tits, looking back he could see massive pools of sweat. He would need to take a long shower after this.
Before he could transform, Chloe looked closer at the bra, noticing all the wet patches.
You've certainly seen better days, she said. Before quickly tossing him into a pile of laundry. She'd entirely forgotten! How?
Once again James tried to transform but he was too tightly pressed against her other bras and panties. He was powerless as he was tossed into the washing machine. For what seemed like forever he was jostled and flipped, smashing into Chloe's lingerie and clothes often.
Eventually, he was taken out of the machine and placed as Chloe picked him up.
I'm sorry, I'd forgotten about you. You naughty bra, intentionally staying on me. Anyway, I don't need you anymore. This just arrived, she held up another bra, it was large and beige, although still smaller than James.
After finally being given an opportunity, James transformed back, breathing an actual, proper sigh of relief. As he approached the door to leave, he heard Chloe calling out.
Hold on James! Wait! Look at this!, she said she showed him her order email,I specifically asked them for a bra and panty set! They only sent me the bra! Could I rent you for the rest of today as my panties?
Chloe, no, I have to go. I'll see you-
Hold on, you're leaving me panty-less? All my others are worn out and I'm asking for one little thing? What would your mother think? And what do I tell my daughter? I doubt that date would work out if she knew how you really were.
Another dilemma, he did want that date and he was afraid of his mother's wrath. But he did not want to be 'rented' again.
James, on the other hand, was in full panic mode. He'd tolerated holding up Chloe's monstrous breasts for a few hours while she worked out, in exchange for a date with her daughter. He hadn't signed on to coddle her tits as she slept.
Betting that she was only lightly sleeping, James made as much noise as he could, asking to be let go (begging would've just played right into Chloe's hand). For all his effort, he could barely get a peep out of her. The most he accomplished was her rolling over slightly, which alleviated his struggle a little.
Trying to make the best of the situation, James tried to sleep. It took a while, coddling two heaving breasts whilst being caked in sweat was no easy task. But eventually, he managed to doze off.
His dreams were a strange collation of different visions and scenes, all of which were him remaining as Chloe's bra - although he changed types more than once. He would hold her tits up as a lacy, black bra or as a plain sports bra.
However, James wouldn't have an entirely peaceful night. In the early hours of the morning, he was awoken by something. Something was jostling him around, was Chloe taking him off?
No seemed to be the answer. The jostling he could feel was Chloe's fat fingers quickly circling her protruding nipples. Looking around him, he saw a second hand deep in Chloe's panties.
Oh shit, James thought. He could be nothing more than an unwilling participant as she quickened her pace and as her moans became louder and more frequent. After what felt like an eternity she moaned for the final time before collapsing back in bliss.
James wasn't so lucky, he had already worried about how damp his fabric had become but now he was soaked with sweat. Once again he tried to talk to Chloe, pleading this time, bur to no avail. It wasn't long before she fell asleep again.
Once again, James would amply have to wait it out.
James was awoken with a start, the fat he held onto being jostled violently. Looking around him, he could tell she was moving. He could also see daylight, it was morning, finally. A sigh of relief escaped his now non-existent lips. He prepared to talk to Chloe before he felt two hands grasping at his latches, slowly pulling them apart. She was taking him off!
James felt his straps descend down Chloe's wobbly arms and he prepared to switch back. His relief was only accentuated as she pulled his cups off her oversized tits, looking back he could see massive pools of sweat. He would need to take a long shower after this.
Before he could transform, Chloe looked closer at the bra, noticing all the wet patches.
You've certainly seen better days, she said. Before quickly tossing him into a pile of laundry. She'd entirely forgotten! How?
Once again James tried to transform but he was too tightly pressed against her other bras and panties. He was powerless as he was tossed into the washing machine. For what seemed like forever he was jostled and flipped, smashing into Chloe's lingerie and clothes often.
Eventually, he was taken out of the machine and placed as Chloe picked him up.
I'm sorry, I'd forgotten about you. You naughty bra, intentionally staying on me. Anyway, I don't need you anymore. This just arrived, she held up another bra, it was large and beige, although still smaller than James.
After finally being given an opportunity, James transformed back, breathing an actual, proper sigh of relief. As he approached the door to leave, he heard Chloe calling out.
Hold on James! Wait! Look at this!, she said she showed him her order email,I specifically asked them for a bra and panty set! They only sent me the bra! Could I rent you for the rest of today as my panties?
Chloe, no, I have to go. I'll see you-
Hold on, you're leaving me panty-less? All my others are worn out and I'm asking for one little thing? What would your mother think? And what do I tell my daughter? I doubt that date would work out if she knew how you really were.
Another dilemma, he did want that date and he was afraid of his mother's wrath. But he did not want to be 'rented' again.
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