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SAME DIFFERENCE
by tusdine

CHAPTER 14

After watching the twins struggle to squeeze through the door leading to the garage, we decided that it might be a good idea to move Tara's lab into the house proper. Of course, I'm referring to the door that connects the house to the garage, and not the big, automatic garage door... although I did stop to imagine the girls having trouble fitting through THAT. While there were plenty of rooms in the house, the living room was the only one large enough to fit all of the tables and equipment, especially since we needed to spread them out a bit to compensate for Tara's wide turns. I started by moving the furniture towards the walls to make space, but at one point, Tara stopped me to make some suggestions.

"Make sure to move the TV somewhere where we can still plug it in," she said. "And don't put any chairs or anything else too close to it. If you could keep the game console hooked up to it as well, I'd really appreciate it."

"I didn't know you played video games," I noted with pleasant surprise.

"Yes, Kara does, too. As you know, we were mostly kept indoors as we were growing up. We got really hooked on playing games, and it's something that we still like to do together. We've, hm, been a bit preoccupied lately, though."

I continued getting the living room ready as Tara handled the more delicate equipment. While I wasn't remotely superhuman in terms of strength, I still had to get used to being stronger than I was before my unplanned adjustment, and I definitely didn't want to break anything fragile or valuable. Once Tara cleared the garage of said fragile and valuable equipment, Kara and I started to move the tables and larger objects... until she came to a sudden stop in the doorway. That part wasn't surprising, as both girls needed to wiggle and push more than they used to in order to fit their enlarged body parts through the frame, but this time Kara seemed to be stuck for longer than usual.

I put down the box I was carrying. "You okay?"

"Oof... uh... no. I think I... pushed in at a weird angle," Kara grunted. "Would you...?"

"Yeah, sure!" I said excitedly. This was a moment I had been waiting for. Her enormous breasts had become wedged in the door frame, and I was going to have to press my hands hard into her soft flesh to free her. I approached Kara from behind and admired her curvy butt. It had definitely grown quite a bit since I first met her, and now it was just amazing how wide her hips flared from her incredibly tiny waist. From side to side, they were easily a couple inches wider than her shoulders, and this magnificent rear was "covered" only by a ridiculous pair of cutoff jean shorts that would have made a thong blush.

Until now, the girls had been coming on to me. Until now.

First, I removed my sweatpants and boxers quietly. I brought my hands up to her overflowing tits as she expected, only I barely put any pressure into it. Kara drew in a breath as she felt my gentle touch moving over her vast flesh. I slowly moved my hands back, closer to her body, until they left her breasts and reached her firm ass. As I gave them a tight squeeze, a gasp came out of her mouth. Then I brought one hand down to her crotch - her swollen pussy lips seemed to be engulfing the thin material of the shorts. It was all too easy to push the material to the side so I would have free access. She was already warm and moist. I inched closer so she could feel my hard cock rubbing against her backside.

"Oh god, yes," she whispered.

I grabbed Kara's thighs and lifted up her lower body a few inches as her massive bust remained squished and squeezed in the doorway and expanded out on either side of the frame. I don't think I would have had much trouble lifting the minuscule non-boob part of her body before my new strength increase, but now it felt like no effort at all. With her torso closer in height to mine, I guided my cock into her hot snatch. It was tight, as always. A bit tighter now, due to my extra inches and slight girth increase. Kara whimpered a little bit, so I slowly pulled out of her and gently worked my way back in. I was able to get in further this time. It took a few more attempts to get her waiting pussy to take all of me in, but that just seemed to make us all the more desperate to truly begin.

Soon, we had a good rhythm going as I alternated between thrusting and moving her lower body as I lifted it up. This was perfect. Of course, I had been having an amazing time with these girls basically having their way with me, but the double whammy of Kara being wedged in a doorway and me essentially using her body as a fucktoy was something else entirely. And judging by her sounds, Kara was going crazy for it too. Before long, however, she quieted down completely. She was still clenching her pussy around my dick and caressing her own tits, so I didn't think much of the unexpected silence at the time.

After giving her a few orgasms - she may have been quiet, but I could always catch the subtle tells of a woman's body when she reached a real climax (something I had to learn the hard way with one of my first girlfriends) - I let myself finish as well. I bent down to kiss Kara gently on her nape, then withdrew so I could find a way to clean up before finally freeing her from the frame. Luckily, some of the equipment had been wrapped in towels to prevent accidental cracking, so I carefully removed one. By this point, I could hear Kara moaning very faintly.

"So, did you enjoy that?" Normally, I wouldn't ask something like that, but again - it was my first time really taking control with her.

Kara looked a little bit confused at first. "Uh, yeah. Yeah! Thank you." That was not the response I was hoping for, so I tried to push it out of my mind by figuring that she was maybe a little disoriented. After helping her clean up a bit, I pushed her through the door frame. At this point, she awkwardly apologized for the trouble and left to clean herself off more properly. It seemed like a good idea to let her go, so I continued moving stuff to the living room, where Tara was setting it up.

"As long as we're upgrading your workspace, uh, in a way, I've been meaning to ask you something," I said as I placed another heavy box onto the living room floor. "Do you still want me to bring in Emily for some kind of second interview or something?" When I had checked my cell phone for the first time after being unconscious for a few days, the first thing I saw was that Emily had left me several increasingly concerned messages.

Tara blinked. "Ah, Emily, of course. The woman who you interviewed to be my assistant. With everything that's been happening lately, it seems to have slipped my mind. Yes, I think it's time that we meet her." She absentmindedly stroked her colossal ass, as she often did. "This should be interesting."

After I finished moving everything, all that was left was for Tara to set up the rest of the equipment - something I was definitely not qualified to do. Since it had been a while since I had last seen Kara, I figured I should go upstairs to find her and make sure she was okay. As I made my way up the staircase, I heard the familiar sounds of Kara's breast pump, which confused me. I thought that she only needed to do that in the morning. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see a very different pump setup: apparently Tara had rigged up a much larger and presumably more powerful pump on account of Kara's greatly increased breast size and milk output. The enormous cups were placed over Kara's nipples, and Kara herself was leaning against some pillows with her legs spread and her magnificent bosom filling the space between them and then some. Her eyes were shut and she was running her hands all over her tits.

The milk tubes, which seemed to be actual hoses, went across the room and out of the open window. I quietly walked over to the window and saw that the hoses went down to the above-ground pool, which had a large tarp covering it. There was some more strange machinery there, and some large pipes leading from the bottom of the pool and out of view. This gave me one of my "just what is going on around me" feelings - the kind that evaporated as soon as I caught a glimpse of either of the sisters. And they were always presenting me with much more than just a glimpse. I decided to speak up to not startle Kara. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Kara opened her eyes only a little, but I couldn't see her pupils, so she must have been rolling her eyes in ecstasy. "We need you," she said softly. "Come here and please us."

The "royalty" angle seemed a little cheesy, but there was a LOT that these girls could get away with. "Anything you say, your highness," I said, with a little more sarcasm in my tone than I should have had. I stripped off my clothes, crawled underneath one of the hoses, and got onto the bed in front of her. I played with her breasts for a little while, and squeezed them one at a time as hard as I could, as if I was helping the milk get out. Kara kept encouraging me as I did this.

Soon, she reached as far over her mountains as she could and pointed down into her cleavage. "We need you here. Now." She had barely finished that brief sentance before I adjusted myself on my knees and plunged my cock into her warm canyon. It was such a different sensation than her tight pussy, but it was a wholly unique experience and even better in many ways. How many people can claim to have done anything similar to what I was doing? Just me, unless the world had its fair share of secret laboratory houses with horny young women desperate to grow. It seemed impossible that I could be making Kara feel good by fucking a very small percentage of her gigantic boobs, but she seemed to love it nonetheless. Much like I had been doing minutes ago, Kara began to push into the sides of her breasts. Being much stronger than me, she made it look effortless.

I bent forward so that my upper body was resting on her soft bosom as I continued humping her cleavage. My hands couldn't settle on a single place to fondle, so I kept running them over as much flesh as I could, stopping only to grab and squeeze. As I got closer to climax, I pushed my body forward as much as I could and lifted my head up so my lips would meet Kara's. After the briefest of kisses, Kara forcefully - almost angrily - pushed my head away from hers and back down into her cleavage. Confused but still very aroused, I licked and kissed as Kara kept one powerful hand pressed against the back of my head. My face was getting warmer by the second and soon even my increased tolerance for pain was wearing down. By now, I had stopped thrusting and I was only using my hands to try and push myself back up, against Kara's will. The flailing and incidental groping of my arms coupled with my head pushed into her cleavage was really working for her, however, and soon I could hear her actually scream in orgasmic pleasure. She pushed my head even harder for a few seconds, then eased up just enough for me to pull backwards and escape. My penis was still hard since I hadn't finished yet, but by now I wanted to give Kara some space.

"Jim...?" Kara asked as her eyes refocused. "Oh, was that, uh, you? Thank you sooo much... what happened?" I was so confused about what she was talking about and what was going on so I could only stutter and stammer as I tried to explain the situation. Fortunately, Kara ignored it and cut me off. "I... need to get some rest. I feel really light-headed." I excused myself and hastily left her room without even putting my clothes back on, then went back downstairs - I was sweaty and thirsty and needed some water badly.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw an impossibly gigantic bare ass that seemed to be popping out of the fridge. The bent-over Tara stood up to her full height - revealing her skirt, which was so small compared to her ass that it was basically just a belt worn around her thin waist - and took a long chug out of a large container. Even at a glance, I knew it was some of Kara's milk. "What're you doing?" I asked, causing Tara to cough up a little in surprise. "I thought that drinking more than a few ounces each day had no effect."

Tara brought the container back to her lips and I watched as she finished off the entire thing. "It doesn't," she gasped. "It's just that good. I'm hooked. ...Is that weird?"

"Honestly, it's kind of hot," I lied. I thought it was EXTREMELY hot.

"Ah, I can see that." Tara pointed at my still-erect penis. I explained how I had just been with Kara but didn't finish, although I left out the strange events at the end. "Oh, you poor baby," Tara said sympathetically with her lower lip pouting. "Let me help you. You're lucky - I'm horny enough that I would have taken advantage of you whether you had just came or not."

Tara led me to the family room, which was on the other side of the kitchen from the living-room-turned-laboratory. She removed her shirt and her volleyball-sized breasts tumbled out, bouncing and wobbling. She approached a couch and tossed the upper cushions off to make more space, then positioned herself so that her back leaned against one of the couch arms to balance out her lower body being lifted up a few feet thanks to her titanic butt. That ass was much too wide for the couch, and she was lying somewhat diagonally so that one cheek was comfortably on the cushions but the other was mostly hanging over. I knew that, with her strength and control, she could keep that up for a long time. But I didn't know why she wanted to use this inconvenient location.

My expression must have revealed my thoughts. "It's okay, come here," she said, guiding me towards her as she opened her legs. I climbed on top of her and, unlike Kara, she pulled me closer to her gorgeous face. Tara brushed some blonde hair away and we kissed slowly and passionately. I played with her amazing breasts, which drove her crazy with pleasure. In some ways, those breasts were just as great as Kara's - they were huge compared to an average woman's bosom, but not completely impossible - just extremely rare, and impossible to find on a woman as otherwise beautiful as Tara. Kara's breasts were an impossible dream come to life, and Tara's were the one-in-a-trillion odds that somehow ended up in my favor.

It was time. I hesitantly moved several inches away from Tara's face so I could slide my cock into her warm snatch. Before I could do anything else, Tara wrapped her arms around me and began shifting her body. That's when I remembered that she said she would take care of me. I had never had a woman take control from beneath me, but then none of them had been as powerful as Tara. This lasted for a few minutes before I couldn't handle any more and came, and I heard Tara moan gently.

"Did you like that?" she asked. I nodded as I placed my head against her beautiful tits. "Good, because now we're getting serious." Suddenly, Tara started moving again, and she soon went faster and harder.

I grabbed her mamms, not out of desire, but because they were right there and I didn't know what to do. "Whoa! What are you--"

Tara wrapped her arms around me again, but much tighter this time as she continued thrusting her hips and massive ass harder and harder. "We're going all out! I'm going to break this fucking couch! DESTROY it!" Soon, she was managing to lift her rear off of the poor couch and slam it down, and she repeated this over and over as I was caught in her grasp and my dick was still in her pussy. Despite my shock, I was rock hard again, although definitely a bit sore and drained.

CRACK. The couch was definitely taking a beating. The more that Tara won, the lower we seemed to be getting, although we were bouncing and moving around enough to make it difficult to tell. Eventually, Tara seemed to be growing satisfied with her work, and I felt her body tense up before she released a full-on scream of an orgasm, much like Kara's had been. Tara released me and I tried to find my balance on my feet as I backed up. After taking a few breaths, Tara hefted herself up, then managed to jump up and booty-slam the couch one last time with all her weight. The couch made a symphony of noises. Apparently, finally, finished, Tara beckoned me to her and I sat in her lap to cuddle.

We relaxed for a few minutes before Tara asked me why I hadn't been able to finish with Kara earlier. I finally explained everything that had happened, as Tara grew increasingly concerned. "Oh no," she whispered. "She's in trouble."

TO BE CONTINUED