Olyria (F/M, FFF/M, F/F) features breast expansion and shared clothing

[ZTVFemdomtales]

Olyria stared longingly at the Wonder Woman costume on the rack. If only her own rack would let her fill it out. She was curvy woman born into the body of a beanpole. Why couldn’t she still be growing? Sometimes, being twenty-one sucked. She sighed and continued out the door. It was Halloween, the last day the little costume popup would be open. This was her last chance to buy it and she was blowing it. So, what else was new? The October sun did its best to warm her skin on the waye to her car. The wind, carrying the faint scent of crisp fallen leaves, rustled her long blonde hair. A guy sped by on his bike knocking her to the ground. He didn’t even bother to look back.
“Huj,” she spat, slipping back to her native Russian for just a moment.
She pushed herself up, hissing as she did. Looking down, Olyria saw she had skinned her knee. To make matters worse she had landed in a puddle of… clay? What the hell?
“Do you need help?”
Olyria blushed as she looked up. He was a wet dream come true. He had the face of a model. He had the body of a weightlifter. He had the flowing mane of Fabio. He was a glorious lion. She had seen him behind the counter on her frequent visits. Her hand shook as she took his and he helped her to her feet.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. That’s a cute accent you have.”
She blushed even harder.
“My name’s Mitch.”
“Olyria.”
“Very nice.”
Goddess, he was perfect.
“Hope to see you again, under better circumstances of course,” he said.
“M…me too.”
With that he was gone.

Getting home she rushed to the bathroom to check the scrape. She pulled down the first aide kit and began looking for bandages and antibiotic ointment. It turned out she didn’t need it. The scrape was gone. It looked like it had never happened. The clay was gone too. She shook her head and turned on the shower. Once she slipped in her mind slipped back to Mitch and her fingers started playing with her nipples. Olyria loved playing with her nipples. They were the most sensitive part of her body. Nothing gave her more pleasure.
The pipes began to moan along with her. The shower head started to shake. It shot off like a rocket over her head as more clay pumped itself out of the exposed pipe, covering her from head to toe. She screamed, unleashing the Russian version of ‘what the fuck’ along the way. The clay molded itself around her body like it was alive. She felt like she was being eaten by the Blob. The slimy substance soaked into her skin just above her chest. It was then something amazing happened. Her tits started to grow!
She watched as they swelled as more and more clay was absorbed into her body. They shot up to a C-Cup. Then to a D. It kept going, next to DD before finally coming to a stop at a DDD. The clay was all gone. Her tits started to feel solid, real. She jumped out of the shower and ran to the mirror. It was real! She had the tits of her dreams and then some!
She paraded around her apartment buck-naked. She didn’t care if anyone saw, hell she wanted them to see. She was glorious! She plopped down on the couch next to her well-worn copy of Just Kidnap Him Already. Now that she had her dream body what was she going to do with it?

Olyria sauntered into the costume shop with a swagger she would have thought possible before now. She snatched the Wonder Woman costume off the rack and made her way to the counter. There her lion stood, slack jawed at the sight of her. His appreciative stare got her juices flowing. She licked her lips and approached, leaning over so her new massive breasts on the counter.
“Hello again.”
“H…hi.”
“How much longer are you stuck here?”
“A … a few more hours.”
“Any big plans for the night of nights?”
“P…party.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Not really my thing, tend to be a little boring.”
“Better give me all the details then. I might just need to show up and steal you away for a night of fun at my place.”

Olyria’s stomach fluttered as she stepped up to the door. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Could she really go through with this? She had already bought the real lasso from the farm supply store on the way over here, so she figured there was no going back now. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The Halloween party was definitely scary. It was just scary for all the wrong reasons.
The music was dull, generic pop. The costumes were modest, as if this was a church event. No one was dancing, most were barely talking to each other. It looked like it was up to her to liven this place up. She made her way to the sound system, plugged in her own phone, and let her Halloween playlist do the rest. Now, it was time to find her lion.
She pushed a woman gently out of her way.
“Hey!”
Olyria looked and found she had grabbed the woman by her breast.
“Sorry,” she said, quickly pulling her hand away.
A clay handprint could be clearly seen on her costume.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry.”
She backed away and continued deeper into the house. As she walked along Olyria found herself touching every woman she passed. She didn’t know why she was doing it; she wasn’t even fully aware she was doing it. All she knew was that she had to find her lion. By the time she reached the back every woman at the party had a clay handprint on their costume’s chest. None of them noticed as the prints sank through the costumes and planted themselves on the skin of their breasts.
Turning a corner, Olyria came to a stop. There he was: her lion. He was dressed as Tarzan, wearing nothing but a loin cloth. He was the most daring of the guests here. She loved him for it. Just the sight of him standing there was turning her on. She let her fingers find their way into her costume and latch onto her nipples. Her ritual of tweaking and pulling was soon underway. She tried her best to keep her moaning to a minimum. None of the other women did.
She turned around to find all the other women at the party were playing with their tits too. She stopped. They stopped. She started again. They started again. Interesting, she thought. “Highway to Hell” abruptly stopped halfway through and a new song started to play.
I put a spell on you, because you’re mine. You better stop the things you do; I tell you I aint lying. I aint lying.
That gave her a wonderfully wicked idea. She grabbed her tits and started to squeeze. She gave them a little pull, and they expanded several cup sizes in her hands. So did the breasts of all the women around her. She pushed her tits back in and was relieved when they stopped at their newly reached DDD.
I put a spell on you…
She played her breasts as if they were accordions built for her hands to master. She watched as the enraptured crowd expanded and contracted alongside her. As she played her mind drifted back to her lion. As her thumbs stroked her nipples she imagined it was his tongue licking them, flicking them. Kissing them. Nibbling on them. Sucking on them. Goddess, she was getting herself all worked up. The breasts around her grew and grew. The women were looking wild with lust. It was a dam about to break and break it did. The tops of their costumes ripped open exposing their bare tits to the world as the women launched themselves at the men, and other women, in the room.
A Batgirl pinned a Nightwing to the wall.
“I’m tired of waiting for you to make the first move!” she shouted. “I want you and I’m going to take you. Now.”
A Black Widow screamed at a Captain America.
“You never have time for me! You just want to show me off to all your drooling friends but refuse to do anything that actual couples do! I spend more time with your little brother than you.”
She grabbed said brother, a Winter Solider, and pulled him to her. His face ended up pressed into her breasts.
“At least he actually seems to care about me as a person!”
An Android 18 and a female Vulcan began to wrestle madly both trying to pin and kiss the other.
“Oh now, this is what I call a party,” Olyria marveled.
She turned back to her lion and frowned. She had not noticed it when they first met but he was a head taller than her. How could she dominate a man who was taller than her? She felt her body began to tingle again. It felt like air was being pumped into body as if she were a balloon. She found herself growing and growing until she was the taller one.
“I could get used to this.”
“Hey, Mitch.”
Her head snapped up at the woman’s voice. Three hussies were surrounding him, trying to touch him. The fuck they would. She twirled her lasso over head and gave it a toss. She snagged her lion, pinning his arms to his side, and pulled him to her.
“O…Olyria?”
“Hello my lion.”
“You’ve gotten bigger! I mean in a good way. I mean…”
“I know what you mean. This was a very special night for me. Even more now that I’ve finally got you in my arms, right where you belong. Speaking of arms.”
She maneuvered his free arms behind his back as best she could before using the excess rope of the lasso to tie them together.
“What are you doing?”
“I believe bondage is usually a requirement in a kidnapping.”
“K…kidnapping?”
“Yes, I’m stealing you away like I promised. I want to have my fun with you back home.”
He gulped, eyes wide, but didn’t fight back. That was her good boy.
“Do you like my costume?”
He nodded dumbly.
“It’s very warm in here, I’m sure you can imagine. It’s far more comfortable on a cold October night than yours. Maybe we should share it so you stay nice and toasty on our walk home.
“Share it? How could we…”
She looped her arm around his shoulder.
“Come with me.”
She led him a little awkwardly into the bathroom. On the way they passed the Nightwing who had seemingly gotten away from his Batgirl admirer. At least she assumed it was the same one. Whatever the case this one was being bearhugged from behind by a Raven who was fingering his nipple.
“Such a nice treat I’ve got here.”
A Starfire pressed up against the front of him and began groping his dick.
“Back off I saw him first!”
Once safely in the bathroom Olyria sat her prize on the toilet and took the rest of the rope dangling from his arms and used it to tie his powerful legs together.
“Beautiful.”
She bent down and pressed her cleavage against the bottom of his feet. She shuddered at the feeling of pleasure the flesh-on-flesh contact. She pressed harder and harder until his feet sank deep between her tits. He gasped at the sight and the incredibly soft but firm feeling. The pleasure now unbearable she grabbed his shoulders and rammed him down until only his head was poking out. She smiled and kissed him on his gaping mouth.
“See you at home, my lion.”
She placed her hand atop his head and pushed him all the way in. her prize secure she strutted back out into the party. The Captain America shoved his way by shouting over his shoulder to whom Olyria assumed was his brother and now clearly ex-girlfriend.
“I don’t need you; you damn slut! Oh, and Bro, next time you steal someone’s girl make sure you’re not crashing on their couch and left your key at home! Don’t expect to be let back in, anytime soon!”
Olyria stuck her foot out and gave the loudmouth a little trip. He landed on his ass in front of the couch. A pair of thicc thighs wrapped around his neck. An Emma Frost from Marvel Rivals leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“Such a rude boy. Mommy’s gonna have to teach you a lesson.”
As she walked away Olyria thought to herself that she was sure the girl had been dressed as Snow White when she arrived at the party.

As she opened the door and let in the cool autumn air. She also let out the madness that had thus far been contained within the confines of the house. Batgirl, Starfire, and Raven carried Nightwing overhead off into the night. Black Widow carried out Winter Solider bridal style.
“Forget about that piece of shit. I swear I think I only dated him to be around you. It’s long past time to fix that.”
Android 18 stepped out next with the Vulcan slumped over her shoulder.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Olyria hurried down the street toward her apartment. It was several blocks away, but she didn’t mind. She knew her lion wouldn’t either. Not with the boner he was sporting poking at her. Soon, soon, she thought.
“Enjoying yourself in there?”
All he could do was moan contentedly in response.
“I’ve read tales about the women who’ve bathed in the same clay that changed me tonight. It’s said that it changed their boob sweat. Any man she lusted after would smell the most wonderful, most erotic, most arousing aroma if they got a deep breath of it. Is that true?”
“Uh-huh.”
She could feel him inhale deeply. It tickled.
“Then there was the taste. The man would find it the sweetest nectar in the world. An addictive drink that would keep them hard and horny. Is that true?”
“Uh-huh.”
She could feel his licking. She savored every second.
“They also said it would only work if the man lusted after the woman too. It would only work if he lusted for her control. So, I have to ask. Is this true?”
He moaned again.
“Say it. Is it true that you lust for me? Is it true that you lust for my control?”
“Y…”
“Say. It.”
“Yes.”
“That’s my good boy. It’s a long walk home, my cleavage is going to fill with my sweat. You’d better start drinking up.”
He did just that, all the way to her apartment. Rushing into her bedroom she pulled the sweat soaked stud out of her tits and tossed him face up onto the bed. He lay there panting as she ripped off his soggy loincloth and tossed it into the trash.
“They say the lion is a mighty hunter. That’s not really true.”
She slowly slipped out of her costume.
“He is not the hunter in the pride.”
She climbed up the bed until she was straddling his prone form.
“The real hunter is the lioness, and what she catches she devours.”
She slammed down, taking him inside her. They both gasped at the sensation. Then she began to ride. Olyria rode Mitch like the stud he was.
“That’s it baby, that’s it.”
She was pleased to find him bucking along under her, best he could, as the night went on.
“Cum for me baby. Cum for me. Be mine. Be mine and only mine.”
Her tits bounced wildly as she fucked. She let them cover his face and just bounce away. Mitch could barely breathe, barely see, barely think. He was losing himself to the madness of the moment and loving every second of it. She could feel him ready to cum but squeezed her legs around him, stopping the explosion in its tracks.
“Don’t you dare. Not until I’M ready.”
So, the fucking went on and on for hours until finally she let the boy bust and both came in an eruption of love and lust. Mostly lust. For now. She changed into her favorite Halloween pajamas and slipped a sleepy Mitch back into her tits. This time his head was out and facing away so he wouldn’t drown in his sleep. A sleep that no time at all to finally claim him. Olyria soon followed.

The first lights of November would illuminate some very strange scenes. Nightwing lay cuffed to the bed of his childhood friend, his Batgirl, who was asleep atop him with two women he knew only as ‘Starfire’ and ‘Raven’ asleep on either side of him. They had settled on sharing him. One man, three sex crazed kidnappers. He had a long sleepless life ahead of him.
The Winter Solider lay in the bed of his brother’s ex. Well, now she was his girlfriend, wasn’t she? She held him tight like a teddy bear. He would be living with her from now on. Anything he needed she would provide. As long as he remembered to be her partner and not her boss. That was something he was sure he could do.
The Vulcan was strapped to an X-Cross. She eagerly awaited her Android 18 kidnapper to return and go back to eating her out. She would do whatever it took to keep that happening. She would submit to the woman’s every whim. This was the happiest she had ever been and didn’t want it to end.
The light didn’t reach the basement where a certain Captain America remained chained. He would continue to fight to escape for the next few days but deep down he knew it was hopeless. She would break him. He would obey her every command and call her Mommy while doing it. It would not earn him his freedom, and he wouldn’t want it anymore anyway.
Then there was Olyria’s bed. Mitch would awaken to her stroking his dick through the front of her pajamas.
“Good morning, my lion. Ready to begin the first day of your new life as my little love slave?”