Chapter 1: Late Night Revelation
The television flickered, casting erratic shadows across the living room as a towering woman on-screen hoisted a squirming man over her shoulder like a sack of groceries. Angelina snorted, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. "Please. Like anyone actually lives like this."
Popcorn kernels crunched under her shifting weight. Ben, stretched out beside her, scrolled lazily on his phone, one thumb swiping past headlines neither of them cared about. His knee pressed against hers—warm, familiar.
"You’re staring," he said without looking up.
"Am not." She grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it into her mouth, crunching louder than necessary.
They were watching "Curve Queens of Ample Hills". The woman on TV—six-five if she was an inch—lolled glamorously in an overtaxed bikini as a man probably a foot shorter than her massaged her with some kind of "enhancement oil." Angelina’s fingers tightened around another fistful of popcorn.
"Uh-huh." Ben smirked. "You’ve got that face."
"What face?"
"The one where you pretend you’re not jealous."
She lobbed a kernel at him. It bounced off his forehead. "I’m not jealous."
He caught the next one midair, grinning. "Could’ve fooled me."
Her gaze flicked back to the screen. The woman—*DDD Danni, Queen of Curves*, according to the chyron—rubbed her enormous thighs together. A vein throbbed in Angelina’s temple.
Ben’s phone buzzed. He tilted it away before she could peek. "No, no—keep pouting at the TV. Don’t mind me."
She snatched the phone. He yelped, grabbing for it, but she twisted away, holding it out of reach. A webpage glowed on the screen: *Milf Shakes: More Curves. More Height, More YOU*.
Her breath hitched.
Ben went still. His fingers brushed her wrist, tentative. "It’s just something I found. Some kind milk shake supplement—some people swear by it." He hesitated. "You’ve been talking about getting bigger."
She scrolled. Before-and-after photos of women who’d gained inches—not just in height, but in *everything*. Thick thick curves, hips wider, legs longer. One girl’s thighs could crush a watermelon. Their breasts were nothing short of enormous.
Angelina’s pulse thrummed.
Danni cooed on TV as her enormous boob slipped from her tiny bikini. Angelina’s fingers trembled. Danni guided the little guy, drunk on her pheromones, to suck the exposed nipple on a breast larger than his head.
Angelina’s breath came faster. Her fingers clenched around the phone, the screen dimming under her tight grip. The weight in her chest—the one she’d been ignoring for months—pulsed hotter, sharper.
Ben was watching her carefully. "You don’t have to—"
"Order it," she said, voice low.
His eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"
She tossed the phone back at him, harder than she meant to. It hit his chest with a dull thud. He fumbled it, nearly dropping it into the popcorn bowl. "Yeah. Seriously."
The TV flickered, Danni’s laughter ringing out as her hand—big enough to palm the guy’s entire skull—stroked his hair like he was a pet. Angelina’s stomach twisted. Not with disgust. With want.
Ben exhaled, long and slow, then turned the phone around. His thumb hovered over the screen. "It’s not, like… FDA approved or anything."
She grabbed his wrist. "I don’t care."
For a second, he just stared at her. Then his lips twitched, and he tapped *Add to Cart*.
The confirmation ding was barely audible over the TV, but it echoed in Angelina’s skull like a starting gun.
Ben set the phone down, his fingers lingering on the case. "Should be here in a couple days."
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her throat was too tight. On-screen, Danni sighed as her enormous curves were worshipped
Angelina’s nails dug into her own thighs.
Ben shifted closer, his knee knocking against hers again. "You okay?"
She swallowed. "Yeah."
Liar.
The air smelled like salt and fake butter. The couch groaned under their weight. Somewhere outside, a car door slammed. Normal sounds. Normal night.
Except nothing would be normal after this.
Ben’s fingers threaded through hers, squeezing. She squeezed back, hard enough to bruise.
He didn’t flinch.