Afterglow II

A man struggles greatly with insomnia, and his doting wife pulls out all the stops to aid him. (In the spirit of giving, this story is being posted for patrons of all tiers - a nice taste of what you get on the regular if you upgrade!)

Commissioned by almost929

Sara scampered around the room, eyes scanning around to make sure she was setting the proper scene. She held a bag full of rose petals, very particular about where to let some drop and where to be sparing.

"Want this to be perfect... he deserves it all." she murmured to herself in her soft, dainty little voice. 

Sara was a short sort, standing a mighty 4'7. She was known for her soft-spoken tender-hearted demeanor. Her blonde curly hair came just down to her neck, bouncing gently with her movements. She had rather large blue eyes, very expressive, quite useful for when she needed to put on a good pout to get her way. 

While small in stature, she was not lacking at all in curves. Her legs were shapely, coming up to very wide, round and soft thighs. The impressive swell of her hips gave way to a big jiggly backside. Just above the slight pudge of her tummy was a pair of invitingly plush and bouncily big breasts. And all this was currently packed snugly in a skimpy white nightgown that contrasted with her tan skin. It was only thing she was wearing and certainly left little to the imagination.

Her bare feet hardly made a noise even as she scampered across the hardwood floor, lighting another candle - the only lighting in the otherwise dim room. "Let's see... am I forgetting any- oh! Of course!"

Sara hurried over to the stereo and put on a gentle bit of lofi, dreamy and romantic. She glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusting her bosom to ensure her boobs were properly smooshed together to create a tantalizing chasm of cleavage. She grinned briefly at what she saw, a small blush appearing on her face.

She didn't always feel so beautiful, until he came into her life...

And so she made her way onto the sofa, lounging across it. She propped her head up on her hand and, after some internal debate, found a nice way to curl her legs as she turned to face towards the door.

Right on time as she could hear the lock giving way. She grinned broadly as the door opened and a familiar figure stepped in - that of her husband, Brent. Brent and Sara Halsin had been happily married for some time.

"Hey there, hubbie~! I've been missing you all day. You ready to relax after a long day of, um..." she began, only to trail off as she saw the look on his face.

This guy was utterly haggard, barely seemed to have energy enough to put his coat onto the rack. He looked over to her and smiled, but it was weak and clearly put on. His voice was practically one long yawn as he replied, "Hey honey... mmf, evening babe... m-missed... missed you too..."

He took one step into the room and his legs almost gave way. As he sank down to a knee, Sara popped up from the sofa, eyes shimmering with concern. "Ohhh, sweetie...!" 

She trotted over to him and put her arms around him, half to comfort him and half to keep him from falling flat. 

Brent leaned against her, his own arms slowly coming up to embrace her. His eyes were bloodshot and presided over some serious dark bags. He was utterly exhausted, but still he gave her the warmest grin he could, arms shaking as he tried his best to maintain a good squeeze. 

"Nnnmmf... l-love... you..." he muttered, the weariness of a thousand lifetimes resonating in his every word.

"Ohhh, I love you too." she said, bottom lip quivering a bit as she saw him in this condition. "What's going on with you? Don't tell me your boss rode you all day again... that nasty Mr. Howell, why can't he be nice to my sweet beau?"

He tried to give some sort of response, but it was too low and unfinished, he was so out of it the poor man could hardly speak. Sara nestled her head against the crook of his neck as she helped him to the bedroom.

Through half-lidded, weary eyes, he caught small glimpses of the rose petals on the floor and through his sleep haze he finally noticed the sweet music echoing through the room. His weary face soured a bit further as he realized what she'd been doing.

"Ah... I'm... sorry..." he grumbled softly as Sara set him down onto bed. 

"About what?!" she chirped, giving him a tiny little smack on the chest for daring to say this. "You work yourself to the bone for me, you have nothing to be sorry for."

As he sleepily watched her go around the bed and lay down next to him, he groaned, "I can't... be attentive for you... wish I could." 

He reached over in the vague direction of her hand, trying to take it. She completed this on his behalf, gripping his hand as he continued drowsily, "So... beautiful. But I can't... s-satisfy... anymore... so sorry..."

"Ohhh sweetie." she whispered, taking his hand up close to her heart. She leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. “Don’t go fretting about that. I'm just worried for your health. Poor baby, please get some sleep...!"

He nodded slowly, "I'll try..."

Sara helped undress him and pulled the covers up over him. Even just from this she could see how tense his whole body seemed to be.

Brent had been struggling with insomnia for a while now, and as work heated up for the holidays at his job, it ended up exacerbating things. Even when he gets home, it's like his body remains hard at work, he can never quite relax. And as such he hasn't gotten a good night's sleep in who knows how long, in fact the amount of hours he'd gotten this month could be counted on one hand. It was getting to be severe, and Sara was beginning to fear for him.

She pat him on the head, singing him a little lullaby, "Rockabye... and goodnight..."

This didn't work of course. But she had tried seemingly everything to help her hubbie out, to no avail. The song brought no rest to him, but... even so, he did very much enjoy the dulcet sound of her precious little voice and the tender caress of her small, soft hand. His head shifted gently, nuzzling against her palm and fingers.

As she had many times, she took up her phone and started searching for home remedies to insomnia. She scrolled past plenty of things she’d already tried before. Chamomile tea, aromatic oils, incense… nothing seemed to do the trick. Brent has counted as far as 2,346 sheep in the past - nothing!

She’d even seen some weirder suggestions that she’d skimmed by at first, but at this point, she was willing to consider. Rituals to commune with the slumber spirits, snake oil solutions of people bartering what they called Sandman Dust… she shook her head, in disbelief but she was willing to turn to the weird side of the internet. 

And then there was one that she’d been putting off, but seemed to be getting a surprisingly high amount of hits. A little service called Afterglow. She’d seen it before but it just seemed like… well, it seemed kind of silly! And pervy. The cure-all for insomnia was rubbing your butt on someone’s face…?

But as she researched more into this, looking into comments, and then customer reviews, she was surprised by what she saw. 

Many testimonials, some praising the work of the professionals employed by the service, some talking about the use of the techniques at home, but all raving about it. Anyone who tried out the Afterglow method seemed to come out better for it.

Sara squinted her eyes, skeptical… but then she glanced over at Brent again. His eyes were shut tight, but his hand reached up to grasp hers… he was very much still awake, despite him trying his hardest to get to sleep. 

She took a deep breath. Sexy stuff like this didn’t always come natural for her, but she always put her all into it. She glanced across some of the techniques the practitioners used… her cheeks slowly growing flushed as her eyes ran down the page. Especially when she noticed a few… demonstrations, images of women smothering dudes in various ways. 

Shyly, the shortstack glanced over to her husband, her tender hand slowly stirring his shoulder. “Honey…?” she spoke up, quiet as a mouse and almost as high pitched. “Do you mind if I try something, um… a little unorthodox for you?”

Brent made some incomprehensible sleepy grunt back at her. She seemed to take it as an affirmative. So Sara crawled up until her crotch was level with Brent. She nervously reached down and placed her hands on his head, pulling him up off the pillow. She pulled the pillow away and, effectively, replaced it with her own rising leg, curled at the knee. 

The silky see-thru skirt of her little negligee pulled up from her massive, jiggling thigh as she hiked her leg up. Gradually, she let Brent’s head fall onto that thigh - larger and softer than the pillow ever was.

She looked away, blushing slightly as she flicked a rebellious lock out of her big blue eyes. “I-Is that… comfy?” she asked.

It took Brent a moment, but his head slowly sank deeper into her thigh. It proved very pliable and incredibly smooth to the touch. The guy wasn’t even really aware of his surroundings, yet seemed to instinctively nuzzle against his wife’s feminine flesh. 

Seeing his comfort, she smiles softly, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. “There you go. Lay back and relax. I’ll take g-good care of you, sweetie.”

As he let out a little sigh, Sara began to raise up her other leg. Slowly, gently, she lowered her opposite thigh onto Brent’s face. It was just a hint of contact at first. She felt his lips give that thigh a kiss, deepening her blush. Spurred on by this, she pressed it down further, until his head was nice and sandwiched between the loving cushion of her remarkably thicc thighs.

Brent let out a sigh, she could feel the heat of his breath against her inner thigh. She giggled slightly, it tickled a bit. But it was also a bit eye-opening - it seemed like forever since the poor man had exhaled like that.

She watched as his tense body slowly seemed to drift at rest. He’d clearly found a comfort in her thighs that no therapeutic pillow could ever muster. 

The loving wife put a hand to her chest, breathing a sigh of relief herself. Just making this much progress was very vindicating. As she happily nestled her thighs softly yet firmly against his head, hugging it really, she looked back onto her phone for more ideas.

Sitting on the client’s face was perhaps the most constant among those who used the Afterglow method. There was a reason it was the first thing she thought of when her mind went to this. As she read up more, she noted how the techniques seemed to be more effective the thiccer the ‘applying area’ was, due to increased softness and a wider area of coverage. 

Sara paused for a moment as she considered the image demonstrating this - she realized her own ass was quite a bit larger than the one pictured. No mean feat, the girl in the shot was voluptuous for sure, but her build was more… traditional, compared to Sara’s.

At one point, she was a little self-conscious about her fat bouncy booty, but Brent always seemed to adore it. At least he did back when he had the energy to really show it.

Blushing again, she shifted her position. Her small hands were so gentle with her man, he barely noticed them as she held him aloft, spreading her thighs to release him. As she set him back onto his pillow she crawled slowly above him and turned around. 

Never the dominant type, this was really quite a new activity for her. But she had confidence Brent would love it as she gripped at the thin skirt of her nightie and lifted it. Not as though it concealed her massive heart-shaped bubble butt in the first place, but she wanted as much direct contact as could be.

And indeed, as her plush backside pushed against his face, slowly flattening against him as she bore more of her weight down on him, he felt nothing but the supple and squishy flesh of her rippling cheeks against his face. He would’ve had to sink much deeper in to get to her panties, there was such an obstructive wall of ass in the way.

He breathed in deep - the delicate floral scent of shampoo and a hint of jasmine from her perfume - as the twin cushions engulfed his head. It was utterly enormous, and her full weight gradually bearing down made it feel all the larger.

Brent moaned softly… his hands, so often reflexively clenched, began to unfurl. She could actually feel the way he subtly sank deeper into the bed.

Sara grinned, letting herself be just a little proud of herself as she gently wiggled her soft cheeks against her beloved’s face. 

Gradually, the moans grew fewer and further between… until they stopped altogether. Sara’s big eyes grew even wider as she noticed this, having to stifle the gasp. Gently, quietly, she rose up off of him, on her hands and knees as she peeked down to look at him. Just past her large hanging breasts she saw him - albeit upside down in this position - slowly breathing in and out, his stomach inflating and deflating with a gentle rhythm.

Sara slowly shifted herself to lay back beside him. She watched him carefully, trying to make certain of her assumption. As she leaned in closer… she began to hear the distinct, unmistakable sound of his snoring.

A massive bright grin grew on the woman’s face that threatened to light up the whole room - which wouldn’t have been good for his slumber. She was overjoyed, having to fight herself to keep from making a noise. Instead she subtly pumped her fists, her whole body jiggling as she hissed under her breath, “Yyyyyyeessss!”

She wiped a tear from her eye as she watched her contented hubbie drift off to dream land…

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The sound of several thousand screaming fans rose around him as Brent’s vision cleared up. He was undoubtedly in a wrestling ring, in his regular street clothes for some reason. He couldn’t make out a single face from the murky blob of a crowd around him, which seemed to be half composed of flashbulbs frozen in time.

But there was one face, vivid as could be, looking back at him - or rather, down at him. There, standing across the ring from him was Sara, except a very different version of her. Her blond curls had been straightened and grown out to frame her sweet face.

Unlike Brent she seemed dressed for the occasion, with a black pair of ring boots, vibrant blue gloves, and a domino mask. But most strikingly, she had on a bright blue spandex outfit that basically looked like a sling bikini showing off her bouncy voluptuous body without a hint of shame, Brent was practically drooling as he gazed upon her scantily-covered figure. 

What’s more, while her proportions were about the same, this lady was much taller than the real one and seemed to have very muscular arms. Normally Brent stood a head taller than Sara, but in his dreams this was reversed, she towered over him. And she wore a confident smirk on her face, eyes glimmering with pride and mischief.

“Are you ready to get rocked, little guy?” she asked with a beaming grin. “I’m gonna enjoy putting the squeeze on a cutie like you!”

He stepped closer to her, eyes on her exposed hips before trailing to her wide expanse of cleavage. “You’re… so beautiful. My goodness.”

She seemed to not really be able to hear him, not reacting to his words. But she met his approach, rushing at him. He was taken off-guard by her incredible speed, he couldn’t hope to counter her as she leaped up at him, not that he’d try to anyway.

Sara twisted in mid-air like an acrobat, somehow her thicc figure came flying sideways at him. Her thighs coiled around his head, squishing his face! 

For a moment she remained like this, letting him feel the intense squish from her voluminous legs as she put a hand to his shoulder for balance, perched up there as the man remained on his feet with her atop him. Her other arm rose triumphantly in the air, playing to the crowd as she kept Brent’s head well under control.

He just let it happen of course. Who would fight a position like this? They were so large, so soft, each thigh bigger than his head… despite playing the part of a wrestler, she wasn’t hurting him in the slightest, still his gentle wife at heart.

After a moment of this, she spun with him, flipping him off of his feet. He went sailing into the corner - improbably enough, he landed perfectly in the tree of woe position, his legs hooked onto the top rope as his body dangled helplessly upside down.

Sara marched over, her colossal breasts bouncing imposingly, every inch of her body seemed to jiggle atleast a little. She went over to the corner, her fat tits casually brushing into his throbbing groin - not that she seemed to notice as she looked down at him and boasted. “Looks like you’re already beat, honeypot!”

He gazed up her immaculate form, staring up between her long broad legs, licking his lips with desire and affection. “Mmmmf, Sara… my Sara. You’re so magnificent…”

Again ignoring him, she rushed over to the opposite corner. Lord the jiggling when she ran like that, it seemed like it would never cease. She turned around and gave a hearty smack to her own ass that made it quiver and wobble. “Time to finish you off!”

She ran back over. Brent’s smile was a mile wide as he saw her coming in for that hip attack, her giant booty smashing into his face with ablomb. It felt so incredible… and then she began to really rub it in, turning around and bending down deep to start grinding that booty deep into his face, her cheeks practically hugging his own. 

Eventually his perch on the ropes gave way, he collapsed onto the mat in a heap, still upside down and looking up at the impeccable lower body of his darling Sara. She glanced down at him, smirked again and gripped her backside, hoisting it up as she got way up on her tippy-toes.

All seemed to move in slo-mo as Brent watched that ass careen towards him, every last bit of her weight being flung right into his face with an incredible hip drop…

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Sara lazily ran her fingers through Brent’s hair with one hand as her other continued scrolling on her phone. She was rather amazed at how many different moves one could try for the Afterglow method. Some didn’t actually involve smothering them to sleep, which interested her as she did have some worries about asphyxiation. 

Still the tutorials always claimed that as long as you were slow and gentle with the way you took their breath away, and were quick to pull off once they were snoozing, it wasn’t going to cause any harm. For a tender and attentive girl like Sara, this was very easy. Honestly, it was starting to seem like she was made for the Afterglow method.

As she continued scrolling, a text popped up from her friend that simply read, “It’s done. You owe me big for this one!”

Sara smiled as she checked it and saw an attached photo. Her pal Rose had snapped a pic of herself for proof, a wink and a peace sign towards the camera as her bubble butt sat upon the lap of Mr. Howell. Of course it was hard to make out his face, being how obscured it was in Rose’s titties, but the desk in front of them did have a handy standing nametag that identified him as the CEO of Brent’s business.

Rose was in a… very particular business. Sara had nudged her buddy into giving Mr. Howell a free night in exchange for giving Brent some much needed vacation time. Seems like this was a rousing success.

Sara happily thanked her buddy and glanced back over to Brent… just in time to notice him stirring. “Huh…?”

She dropped her phone and quietly lorded over him as the snoring began to stop. He’d only been out for a couple of hours, but already his eyes were drifting open. His limbs seemed to twitch - on some level his body still wanted to move, against his mind’s wishes. 

“Ohh, honey. Such a poor, restless baby…” she cooed, bottom lip puckering out as she caressed his sleepy face. Her fingers might as well have been feathers against his skin.

He looked up at her with a drowsy smile. He seemed happy, but obviously that wasn’t near enough sleep. Sara locked eyes with him, a small fire appearing in hers as she summed up her determination. “D-Don’t worry, beau! I know exactly what to do now!”

Sara crawled over him, though he barely seemed to register this, as she reached over towards the nightstand. She pulled out a bottle of aromatic oils and laid them between her thighs for a moment as she started pulling down the straps of her nightie.

‘These oils didn’t do much on their own, but maybe combined with these new methods…’ she thought to herself as she began spurting the oil onto her bared chest. 

Diligently, she began rubbing the oil all over her breasts until they were nice and shiny, slick to the touch. She dabbed it on her thighs as well, rubbing it in nicely. 

“Okay, mister. Your nurse is here to help again~” she playfully chirped as she began to crawl onto Brent’s prone body.

His eyes drifted open and through the sleep fog, he could make out Sara’s immaculate bared breasts swaying towards him. A grin appeared on his face, groggily grumbling, “Mmm… beautiful… so beautiful.”

Sara blushed a little, shyly looking away for a moment before returning his smile and lowering herself onto him. 

This time it was her gargantuan titties slowly and lightly kissing his face. Brent reflexively leaned up off the pillow, motorboating her in slo-mo. He was always quick to put his face against her jubblies, adoring their softness and the sheer pliability. She giggled at this and gave a teasing smack to his chest that he definitely didn’t even notice, “No no, down boy~”

Her hands clasped the back of his head as she put more weight upon his face, having him sink back onto the pillow, even as two much more superior pillows smothered him. Now slick with fragrant oils, they seemed to glide effortlessly across his face. The plush warmth enveloped his senses completely… even his sense of smell overtaken by the soothing oil mixed with Sara’s already lovely aroma. 

And what’s more, the rest of Sara’s thicc shortstack body pressed lovingly against his torso and pelvis, acting like the world’s cutest comforter, a five star weighted blanket.

Sara knew if she kept this up, he’d eventually drift back off to sleep. Even with as delicate as she was being, Brent was definitely running low on oxygen and would pass out before long. Still, a small pout appeared on her precious face as she considered this… she didn’t really like the idea of making him truly pass out.

So, as she felt his body relax once more beneath her, his breathing beginning to settle, she pulled up from him. She could tell from his small gasp he was actively trying to catch his breath, the only thing confirming any level of consciousness. With this, she started turning around until she was laying upside down on Brent’s sleepy form.

“Let’s see how you like this one. This idea sounds cute…” she gently remarked under her breath as she began sliding her thighs up to his head again. This time, they cupped around his cheeks and ears. 

He could hear nothing now, sent even further away from the waking world. And all he could feel were the doughy, smooth and beautiful thighs currently acting as his earmuffs. Any subtle shift of his head caused him to take note of the lovely friction caused thanks to the oils… her fragrance remaining a sweet and powerful influence.

Sara squeezed those thighs gently but firmly, again giving him a nice hug with her legs. But this time she began to shift subtly from left to right… rocking his head back and forth. 

Brent was reminded of the last time he was on a boat, lightly ebbing back and forth with the gentle rhythm of the calm waves… or perhaps the last time he let himself lay out on a hammock, during less busy, anxiety-ridden times. 

It didn’t take much of this treatment before Sara, to her delight, once more heard him gently snoring. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter she removed her thighs from his head and rolled beside him again. 

She felt a warmth in her heart as she saw the happy smile upon his snoozing face. “Mmm… rockabye and goodnight~” she whispered delicately, a tiny little pat on his chest.

As she arced back, she formed the shape of a heart with her hands and put them in front of her face, using it to frame her beloved as she watched him sleep.

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This time, dream land was a lot less kind to Brent. He came to find himself sitting in his dreary office. The atmosphere was crushing and soulless, gray walls, gray floors and a gray ceiling that hung low enough to seriously bother the claustrophobic among the staff. There was a window on the wall that he was not permitted to open, with blinds he was not permitted to raise. 

With a weary sigh he went to look at the documents pilled up on his desk, surely in the hundreds. Straining and stretching his arm as much as he could, he managed to pull one down from the top of the stack and went about reading through it.

This being a dream, the document had no legible writing, it was all squiggles. But that was okay, he could only ever half-understand what he was looking at anyway. He took his pen to the document, checking what seemed like the right boxes, and moved onto the next paper. 

Abruptly, the door slammed open. “HALSIN!” a gruff voice bellowed.

Brent stood up straight as his boss Mr. Howell rushed in with an exaggerated power walk. “Y-Yes, sir?”

Mr. Howell slammed his fists upon Brent’s desk, deepening the two dents that were already present, “You know damn well the quota is 102 documents delivered per work day! But yesterday you only submitted 101! What is the meaning of this?!”

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I had an incident, my…” he began, grumbling feebly, “Well, my fingers started to bleed, so-”

Howell slammed his hands on the desk again, on the same spot too. “That just means you have extra ink to use! You’re getting DOUBLE the workload now you little slacker! AND ANOTHER THING-”

Behind him, the door slammed open yet again. Strange, considering Howell definitely hadn’t closed it. But this time, it was kicked open by a high heeled shoe.

The two men turned to see a woman sashay into the room, her presence striking. Curvy as all get out, and towering over both of them - especially Howell, who seemed to be a foot shorter than usual today. Her long, long bared legs led up to a wide pair of hips, just barely wrapped by what might’ve been the shortest skirt of all time. The black business skirt may as well not have existed, her white panties were still seen clinging to her thicc flesh no matter how she stood. She wore a wide open black business jacket and a similarly wide open white vest. Not only was her colossal cleavage on full display but the lacy dark lingerie cups were peeking out as well. 

A pair of smart glasses adorned the unmistakable familiar face of Sara, her hair slicked back into a sensible ponytail. Her heels clacked loudly against the floor as she strode into the room, “You’re done barking orders, Mr. Howell.”

“S-Sara…!” Brent gasped, smiling brightly. “Ohhh, what a sight for sore eyes! Come here baby!”

He stood and held his arms out for a hug. Again she didn’t really react to him, but did take notice of Howell as he stormed over to her. He seemed to get shorter with each step, his head barely coming up to her waist as he looked up at her, an incensed look on his stupid, petulant face. “And just who do you think you are, little missie?” he demanded, poking threateningly at her squishy thighs.

“I’m the new head honcho around here!” she proudly declared, pulling out some kind of parchment and handing it to him. “See for yourself! I’m the CEO around here now, which means YOU work for ME.”

Howell was astonished as he read through the parchment, leaning in so close that his face imprinted into the paper. Hearing this news, Brent began pumping his fists, “Hell yeah! You tell him, babe! You’re capable of anything!”

It was one thing seeing her stride in looking hot as hell, that was no different than normal. But to see the swagger with which she walked, the absolute confidence, that self-assured smile on her beautiful face… it was everything Brent wanted to unlock in her. He almost began to cry, beaming with pride as he gazed at his wife.

“Th-th-th-th-this cannot be!” Howell sputtered as he tossed the parchment away in a rage, “How could they replace me when I’ve done such a great job of failing my way upwards?! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF-”

“Save it for someone who cares!” Sara cut him off, grabbing him by his bald shiny head and lifting him up effortlessly, his legs dangling several feet off the linoleum. “I’ve just decided - YOU’RE FIRED!”

In a comically exaggerated scene, Sara proceeded to dropkick the tiny man square in the nethers with enough force to send him flying. He let out a high pitched and elongated squeal as he slammed right through the wall, practically destroying the entire thing. Howell just kept going, flying off into the distance as the office suddenly had a saccharine view of a beautiful landscape, vibrant green plains, majestic mountains and a deep blue ocean bathed in the golden light of a sunset.

Brent watched in awe as his wife walked over and casually stepped onto his desk. Somehow the ceiling was much higher now, giving her room enough to do this - not to mention the drab gray was replaced, the walls a colorful red and the floors a shiny solid mahogany. 

She looked down at him as Brent gleefully gazed up her legs and past the skirt, not that it hid anything to begin with but the sight was incredible as she lorded over him with her legs spread. 

“Now don’t you go thinking this job is gonna be all cushy. Trust me, working under me isn’t all sunshine and rainbows!” she declared, smirking at him as she gently placed a heeled foot onto his chest.

Brent smiled gleefully as she pushed him back in his chair, which was now a nice rolling chair. 

“As my first order of business… YOU are going to be my new seat! Eight straight hours of cushioning this backside!” she shouted, turning around and wiggling her half-covered booty, massive ass cheeks wobbling and dancing. “Think you can handle that…?”

He was floored by this news, deliriously happy! He was about to give an affirmative, but she didn’t wait for a response. As though he was weightless, she reached down and picked him up before settling him on his back on the desk. 

“It’s gonna go something like this…” she remarked as she sat her colossal booty right onto his chest and proceeded to stretch her legs out, letting her thighs rub against either side of his face. Those overpowering thighs gave him a good squeeze as she crossed her legs and let them dangle off the side of the desk.

Brent cooed gently as the position pulled his nose right up into her panties… the feeling, the view, the smell, everything about it was Heaven…

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Sara put her dainty hand to her mouth, letting out a little yawn as the night waned on. A couple more hours had passed since she rocked her man to sleep.

She’d remained up through the night, wanting to make certain that Brent got a good night’s rest. But she was starting to get a little sleepy herself now, constantly fighting herself to keep those big blue eyes open.

Gradually, the restless man began to stir once more. She looked over as she heard a low grumble. Rubbing her eyes, she remarked, “Mmm… one last time should do the trick. Sweet baby…”

She lazily patted him atop the head and leaned down to kiss his cheek. This time, she went very simply. “Mmm, let’s go back to bed, honey… c’mere you~”

The woman put her arms around him, pulling him in close for a cuddle. She made sure his face sank into her enormous welcoming breasts as she wrapped her arms snugly around him. He moaned softly as he nuzzled into the sweet tender feminine flesh, his body practically melting against hers.

“Mmm… there you go~” she cooed gently, caressing the back of his head as she slowly rolled onto her back. She took him on top of her this time, letting him rest his aching form upon her warm pillowy body. 

She felt him give way, his hands sinking into her sides, their legs playfully weaving around each other, his head plunging deeper and deeper into that magnificent bosom. Sara gently ran her fingers through his hair, giggling as she felt the warm breath against her chest as he let out an exhale that seemed ages in the making.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Brent was well and truly relaxed, putty in her delicate, caring hands. And Sara laid back as well, her head upon the pillow as she began to doze off for a well-earned rest herself.

Just before she drifted off, she noticed a small stir… she glanced down to see Brent gradually bringing his head up, just enough to look into her eyes and show her a sleepy, but lucid smile.

“...I love you…” he whispered.

Sara leaned down to give him a tender kiss on the forehead, her soft voice barely audible as she replied, “I love you too.”

Willfully, he sank back into her bosom, happily in her arms - as well as the rest of her - as he drifted right back into a peaceful slumber.

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This time, his dream had him in about the right spot. He was in bed, the same bed he was actually sleeping in. However, quite sadly, he was all by his lonesome.

He stirred and kicked and rolled, pulling the covers over himself as snugly as he could. He stuffed the pillow and laid down… then rolled it over and tried it again on the other side.

He tossed and turned, trying his best to get comfy and get to sleep for what felt like hours. But he just couldn’t. 

Something was off… something was missing.

Brent wasn’t sure what it was but he couldn’t shake it. Somehow no matter how bundled up he got, he still felt so chilly. It was ice cold in that room.

As he stared up restlessly at the ceiling and focused on the feeling, he realized something. It wasn’t the air around him that was chilly. No… that chill, that cold feeling… it came from him. It was coming from his chest.

Inside him, there was a void, an emptiness… cold and dark. And as soon as he clocked this, he knew exactly what it was.

It was loneliness. Having to sleep alone, it affected him greatly. It always had in some ways but… now he knew what he was missing. Now he knew what it felt like to have a loved one, soft and warm, cuddled up to you as you slept. He knew what it felt like to turn over and see them there, to have that small security of just knowing that they’re right beside you.

He knew what it felt like. And now that it was missing from his life again, he knew very keenly what its absence felt like.

He winced and whimpered, biting at his bottom lip as a small tear began to trickle down his cheek. A silent sob that no one was ever going to hear…

Imagine his shock then, when the ceiling he was staring at began to pull away. His eyes went wide as he saw that the roof of the house had suddenly been dislodged from it, as if grabbed and pulled away.

Frozen in the bed, he kept staring to see the roof drift to the side to reveal an array of stars, a whole galaxy up in the night sky. Where the Halsins lived, they could hardly see stars at all, just a murky blackness thanks to all the light pollution. But in his dreams… he saw the beauty hidden underneath.

He slowly sat up in bed as he heard the rumble from outside the house, now much clearer thanks to the gaping hole where the roof used to be. Something very, very large was out there - the culprit responsible for this, no doubt.

It seemed like he should’ve been terrified, that something so powerful and strange had arrived at his home and started pulling it apart. But… he was just happy to not be so alone anymore.

And then, the being showed themself. She leaned over and poked her head out where he could see… she grinned shyly, a blush large enough to bathe in. 

It was her again, naturally. Sara… looking and acting the same as always, except now she was a giantess, standing like a skyscraper above his home. Now she finally loomed as large in his dreams as she did in his heart.

“Hi there.” he spoke, a soft smile on his face.

Finally, she seemed to hear him, giving him a tiny wave. The same awkward, nervous wave from when they first met…

Brent reached his arms out to her, like a child asking for uppies. She smiled brightly and reached slowly down into the room, scooping her up into her hand. Even at this size, it was tender and gentle… Brent found himself cozying up in the warmth of her palm, much comfier than the bed he was leaving behind.

As the giant Sara slowly sat upon the street road, she held Brent up close to her gorgeous face. He grinned deeply as he took in the sight. “God, I married such a beautiful woman. In mind, body and soul…”

She giggled softly. Playfully, she pointed downwards. Brent crawled across her palm and glanced down, his eyes widening like dinner plates as he realized this giant version of his wife was entirely naked. 

“Oh my God…” he shuddered as he gazed down at her breasts, her utterly intoxicatingly beautiful bare breasts, both of which were now considerably larger than his entire body. Brent began to tremble as he looked up into the rich oceans of her eyes - he could see himself in their reflection. “P-Please… may I…? May I touch them?”

Her smile turned a little mischievous as she nodded. Sara reached down towards her chest and gently turned her hand over until he spilled upon the softest landing pad he could ever ask for. He half expected to bounce, but no - from head to toe, the entire back of him sank into her left breast as though it were a mattress. Maybe a water bed…

Brent let out a long, deep sigh as he laid back in Sara’s loving bosom. With a little smile on her face, she tapped her finger on his side - gently nudging him closer to her immense cleavage. He just let her do it as she pushed him slowly until he began to fall - swiftly caught, of course, betwixt the behemoth breasts.

Sara grabbed onto her own tits and slowly began caressing and jostling them, squishing them together and then back again, until Brent’s body fell deeper between them. Once he was entirely within the swell of her breasts, she pushed them together and kept them that way - letting his entire body be consumed. From head to toe, he was sandwiched by the softness, felt nothing but the titties.

The dream seemed to persist in this moment for a long, long while. Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, but feeling absolutely everything as the otherworldly warmth enveloped him. 

And so that lonely chill had thawed and melted away, nothing but a distant memory…

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The light flit through the blinds, patterns of sunbeams decorating the covers as the loving couple remained nestled deep within, still cuddling closely, basking in each other’s body heat. 

Gently, Brent began to stir… the first waking sensation being the soft squish of Sara’s bared breasts, still tenderly cradling his face. That… slowed him down a good bit, in no hurry to rise. He embraced his wife who continued sleeping peacefully, his hands running down her tender sides. 

As he savored the feeling, something stirred that hadn’t managed to move much in the past few weeks. His morning wood was thrusting forward intensely, creating an obvious bulge in his pajama bottoms. As his rock solid manhood brushed her inner thighs, Sara’s legs seemed to instinctively part.

With a sweet little coo, Sara’s eyes slowly opened. She saw her hubbie lovingly nestling her bosom and smiled as she yawned and stretched her arms up high, intentionally pushing her chest further up against him.

Hearing the cute noise of her little yawn, Brent glanced up from between the heavenly pair to flash her a grin. It’d been so long since Sara had seen him look so fresh-faced and rosy cheeked. She glanced at the clock and was surprised by how long they’d slept in - despite staying up a while, she still got her full eight hours. And Brent had all-in-all gotten a full twelve in, for probably the first time in his life.

“Hmmm… morning, love.” Brent muttered, hands idly caressing her hips.

“Heheh, good morning. Sleep well, darling?” she asked, eyes half-lidded as she appreciated her man’s kind face and ran her fingers through his hair once more.

“I think you know I did.” he nodded, still rubbing his cheek against her teat. He was NEVER going to get tired of that. “From what I remember, I’ve got you to thank… hmhm, isn’t that right?”

“Heehee. Me and Jenna Souza.” she replied with a little nod.

He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Who…?”

“I’ll explain later.” Sara shrugged and giggled, stroking his face as she gazed deep into his eyes. “I’m just… so glad to know you’re feeling better today, dearie.”

He smirked and nodded… but as he glanced over to the clock himself, his jaw dropped, a moment of panic setting in. “Oh! Oh, no, my job! I’ve slept in!”

Sara tried to stifle a chuckle as Brent jumped from the bed, “I-I gotta text my boss, I need to… c-come up with some explanation he’ll accept for being an hour late! M-Maybe a plague? Tsunami? Horde of locusts…?”

She just watched, chin propped up in her hands, a knowing smile on her cute face as Brent frantically fiddled with his phone. But then, his frantic hands paused as he stared at the screen. The dread and worry on his face was quickly replaced with relief.

“Oh… oh wow, honey, you won’t believe this! Mr. Howell he… for some reason he decided to give me the next two weeks off. And it’s… it’s a paid vacation?!” 

Sara put on her best look of shock, a faux gasp escaping her lips. “Ohhh, that’s such good news! Heheh, you still got a lot of sleep to catch up on, you know that?”

Brent looked over at her, her meaning slowly dawning on him as he watched her idly rub the covers on her cheek. 

“Mmm… I know we’ve been sleeping a while, but gosh, this bed is just sooooo cozy!” she remarked as she fluttered her eyebrows at him. “I don’t think I’m ready to leave it yet. Hmm… and neither are you. Isn’t that right~?”

With a coy little innocent smirk, she slowly pulled the covers away from herself, revealing every inch of her beautiful naked form. Her titanic tits swaying gently, the hypnotic jiggle her spreading thighs, the unmistakable round bottoms of her glorious bottom, even her soft little chubby tummy all seemed to be pleading for him to return. 

She gave him, appropriately enough, a sweet little set of bedroom eyes, tongue licking her lips as she extended her arms for a hug, beckoning him. It was a sight that seemed utterly impossible to turn down regardless of circumstance.

Brent glanced down to his bulge which twitched at the sight and then back to her, a sly smirk appearing on his face.

“Yes… I suppose we do have a lot of lost time to make up for, don’t we?” he asked as he neared the bed and gripped at the hem of his pajama bottoms and yanked them down, unleashing his member for her to gawk at.

And gawk she did, eyes widening. Sara crawled up towards the foot of the bed, her head level with his crotch, her face right up near it as she spoke to it, “Oooooh… hey there big guy.” she cooed, her hand gently stroking his shaft as she gave his cock a hungry look. “Mmmmmf, I’ve missed you.”

She planted a sweet kiss upon the tip of his member before laying back down on the bed, splayed out and beckoning once more. Brent happily climbed atop her, burying himself deep into her plushness once again.

That day, they spent a lot more time in that bed. But this time they weren’t going to be getting very much sleep at all…