Layla, overweight housewife, has been feeling bored with her life lately, and has lost touch with her daughter Hilary, who is away at college. When Hilary sends laundry home for Layla to wash, the discontented mother jumps on the opportunity to do something nice for her daughter. But Layla soon realizes that Hilary's new clothes are no ordinary clothes—they feel impossibly good, all the time, and Layla can't stop herself from wearing them! Soon, her tits are growing even larger, her hair is becoming longer and silkier, her body is becoming more beautiful by the second, and she's sucking and screwing every man in sight! Best of all, she's having the time of her life!
For mature audiences only—this erotica short (~5000 words) contains scenes of a BBW housewife transforming into a sexy big-titted temptress who happily gives blowjobs to her husband, uses her amazing new body on a cop to get out of a ticket, and seduces her married neighbor just for the thrill of hot hardcore sex!
Her husband David arrived home at a little past six in the evening. That was normal. Layla rushed to him when he came through the door, decked out in a tiny pleated skirt and a blue mesh top, her tits barely contained inside of a lacy white bra. All of the clothes had the same tag, “FD.” She didn't know what it meant, but she loved it.
It was hard to rush in her high-high five-inch platform heels, but Layla had been practicing all afternoon, trying to make it work. It got easier and easier the longer she wore the sexy clothes.
“Oh, like, my god!” Layla said. “I'm so glad you're home, honey!”
Kissing him so hard that his glasses fell off, Layla wrapped her arms around her befuddled husband. He seemed surprised. Her lips were shiny and plush and pink. She hadn't even put on any lipstick.
“Layla, you're wearing . . .” he shook his head. “What are you wearing?”
It wasn't hard to coax him out of his jacket. His hands on her curves felt tremendous.
“I'm wearing something just for my big, handsome hubby,” she purred. “Won't you tell me that I look pretty?”
“Of course you look pretty, Layla, but—”
Her moan cut off whatever he was going to say. It was so delightful, having her existence affirmed by a big strong man like him. She leaned in and slipped some hot kisses along his neck.
Well, David wasn't that big, or that strong, but he was a strong accountant or whatever-he-did. He was strong enough to take care of her. That's what counted.
The thought made her feel so weak. Swaying her hips sexily, the front door still open ajar, she fell to her knees in front of him. Her heavy tits pushed against his legs as she slid downward. The motion sent happy thrills through her body.
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Published April 30, 2013
by Nadia Nightside.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.