"Leslee" Chapter 7
Added 2019-02-08 17:06:00 +0000 UTC"C'mon, babe," he said, helping heft Leslee to her feet. Matt was taken off guard by the unexpected weight: Even as a joint effort, Leslee only managed to rise a few inches off the sand before slumping back to earth with a thud that sent her ballooning breasts into a rhythmic frenzy of movement.
"Okay, one more time, babe — we've gotta get back to the car." Matt was right, she realized. At the rate she was going, it wouldn't be too long before she was unable to... what? Stand? Walk? Move? Would she be stuck out here? Determined, she took moth of his hands and with a mighty pull, she unsteadily rose to her feet.
Leslee did her best of lift and control her breasts with her arms as she shuffled down the length of rocky shore. She could see a turn ahead, and knew the car wasn't far beyond. Still, in each passing moment, she swore she could feel herself growing. Even her fingers, with were clenched tightly to her undulous udders, seemed to be spreading apart by stretching skin as she continued to grow.
But with each step, she noticed her fatigue compounding. The soft sand didn't help her unsure footing, nor did her increasingly inability to see the ground beneath her. Her lungs started to burn as she tried to keep up. It wasn't that much farther, she was sure. She just had to power through and —
An unseen rock caught her on the arch of her foot, treading her ankle and sending her collapsing to the ground, face-first. The fall wasn't that far, and was cushioned by the fleshy spheres that hit the sand with a dull thump. She tried to hoist herself up again, knowing that her time was growing short. Her arms felt weak, and her breasts pinned her to the ground as sure as a pair of anchors. Matt rushed back to her, retreating from his short sprint ahead. "Matt, I... I can't," she said, panting. "They're just too... big!"
