Lyra Grows Bigger For No Reason

Bonbon worked away in her kitchen checking the temperatures of three different pots on the wood stove. Candy was tricky to get right due to how precise the temperatures involved were and, even though her talent gave her a sixth sense about these things, she had to remain vigilant. Not so vigilant that she couldn’t enjoy the snowfall though.

Looking outside the window she could see the windswept snowbanks of the quiet town lit up by the moon with the only other glow coming from the windows of the houses that lined the streets and yet she could still make out the distant, bare trees Everfree Forest through the tangle of homes and gently falling snow. There was something about the smell of the sugars cooking and the quiet winter landscape that made her feel so good about the season. A serenity that always felt so rare to find.

The sudden sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs was a reminder of one of the main causes of that scarcity. She heard the steps come from behind her and stop with the sound of the floorboards creaking letting her know that Lyra was undoubtedly posing by the doorway.

“C’mon, Bons. I know you want to see me in my little black dress.”

Bonbon sighed and turned around with an amused smile on her face. There Lyra stood, head tilted as it nearly brushed the ceiling and body so broad it obscured the door frame, wearing something else wonderfully inappropriate for the evening with friends that she was trying to prep for. It had been a “little black dress” two feet ago, but now that she was at nine feet in height it was no longer merely cute but now outright lewd.

It had been made with her newer dimensions in mind, so there was plenty of fabric to accommodate her curves, but it was still over a month old meaning that there was now a lot more Lyra. The dress was being pulled up and out by her chest and simply covered less because of how much longer her torso was. This gave Bonbon an excellent view of the bottom row of Lyra’s abs along with her matching black panties which in only a few more inches she’d find herself eye level with.

Bonbon approached and played with the hem of the dress as she spoke. “As much as I appreciate these shows we’ve really got to find you something for next week.”

“Really? I like this. It’s better than that V-neck I tried.”

“It wouldn’t be a V-neck without those things.” Bonbon teased.

“I know you said to throw it out, but I saved it. Figured it would be a nice reward for you after slaving over the stove all evening.”

Bonbon turned back to check the temperatures and timing and also to hide her blush. “Yes, that’s very nice,” she said, trying to sound serious again, “now there’s still a lot I have to do to get these ready and we’ll be busy with enough holiday stuff that I can’t spend all evening staring at you.”

“But you want to, huh?” Lyra was now standing over Bonbon at the stove, leaning against the wall with her body right next to Bonbon’s.

Bonbon focused her eyes down at her pots. “I’d prefer you to be wearing something classy that covers you so that’s one less thing I have to worry about.”

Lyra went behind Bonbon and got down on her knees. She wrapped her arms around Bonbon and held her closer, pressing her breasts against the back of her shoulders which caused Lyra’s undersized dress to creak ominously. “You always worry about stuff. It’s the Hearth’s Warming season! Remember how fun that’s supposed to be?”

Bonbon remained flushed and tried to pull away and, while she couldn’t break Lyra’s grip, her girlfriend obliged and leaned forward to keep herself against her. “We can have fun when we’re not busy. Now get back upstairs and change. We’ll pick something up tomorrow when we’re finding more gifts.”

“Mmmnn-okay,” Lyra mumbled. Then she stood up without unwrapping her arms from Bonbon. The small girl let out a yell.

“Lyra, put me down!”

“You said I had to go back to the bedroom. I just figured I’d take a souvenir from the kitchen.”

Bonbon tried to fight her as Lyra ducked under the doorway and began to ascend the stairs. “Lyra, I’m baking!”

“And it’ll still take a few minutes. And those few minutes will be me making sure that you don’t work yourself into a stress headache.”

Bonbon tried to retort, but couldn’t think of a really good reason to fight her more. Her baking was going awfully slow and she really should stop being constantly uptight, but her innate stubbornness made it difficult to admit. Her mind was made up when Lyra entered the bedroom and casually tossed her onto the bed. She rolled over to see her girlfriend looking down at her over her chest and couldn’t fight things anymore.

“Okay, a few minutes.”

“Yes!” Lyra did a fist pump and cracked the wood as her fist slammed into a beam above. “Ow!” She shook her hand. “That didn’t just kill the mood did it?”

Bonbon smiled subtly, "As long as you don’t break the bed this time I think we’re on the right track.”

Lyra giggled and dropped to her knees again, sprawling her top half onto the bed. She looked at Bonbon with watery, pleading eyes, “Oh my, I’ve never been apprehended by the Royal Guard before. Please Missus guard lady, I’ll do anything if you don’t take me away.”

Bonbon scrunched her face in thought. “Hmm, no.”

Lyra leaned back and looked awfully shy and smaller all of a sudden. “Please, teach’, I can’t let my parents see that failed this test. Isn’t there some extracurricular way I can improve my mark?”

Bonbon cringed. “I haven’t drank enough to do that.”

Lyra crawled on all fours onto the bed which groaned under her weight until she was above Bonbon. “I need a strong, sexy baker to tear this dress off since it’s digging into my everything and is super not comfortable.”

Bonbon smiled at that. “I think I can help you with that.”

Lyra giggled and scooped Bonbon up as she flipped around so she was lying back on the bed with Bonbon now straddling her waist.

“This dress really does look bad on you,” said Bonbon, “I’d better remove it for you.”

“Oh Bons,” Lyra said airily, “It’s not that bad. And besides, don’t tear it. I can just take it off if you’ll let me up.”

“No, I think I’ll take it off for you.”

“C’mon, let me just-” As Bonbon leaned forward to get a grip on the dress Lyra moved an arm toward Bonbon as if to stop her only for the smaller girl to grab her wrist and stop her arm in its tracks. Lyra grunted as she flexed and pulled, but she couldn’t move her arm even the tiniest bit out of her girlfriend’s grasp.

Bonbon was much better at keeping up the facade as she looked deadly serious about what was happening, but she could see Lyra breathing a little heavy and smiling despite the fact that she was supposed to be acting, well, anything but utterly giddy. Since she had gotten so big and powerful it had become a little thing of theirs where she would pretend that Bonbon was able to totally overpower her and both enjoyed it immensely. Lyra could feel vulnerable and more like how things used to be between them and Bonbon was able to enjoy the rush of what Lyra must have felt all too often while also enjoying the massive body of her girlfriend any way she wished.

“I said that I was removing your dress. Don’t try fighting me on this. You know how it goes every time.” She released Lyra’s arm and it was yanked back quickly as if she had been pulling on it this whole time and she inspected her wrist for any bruising from her girlfriend’s grip.

Bonbon shuffled forward on her knees to be able to reach the top of Lyra’s dress. She got a good grip and pulled with Lyra breathing in at the same time to add to the effect of it being torn off seemingly effortlessly.

“There, that’s much better, huh? Oh, I can see where the fabric dug into you. That does look bad. Here, let me make it better.”

Bonbon shifted around as she kissed any red marks left by tight spots that pressed too hard against her or pinched her skin, taking her time with it. Then she moved up further, able to lie her lower body against Lyra’s large, soft breasts while supporting her upper body by holding Lyra’s hands which, of course, could not move at all due to Bonbon’s grip.

“Now,” Bonbon slowly brought her face towards Lyra’s and couldn’t withhold letting a smirk sneak out as her big, dumb, grinning face filled her view, “now you know what I want. So don’t fight me on this either, okay?”

Lyra thrust her face forward and kissed Bonbon deeply. The two held it, pressing into each other for a few long moments before breaking off.

“Good girl. Now, I want to keep going. But I can’t promise that I won’t break the bed again>” Bonbon leaned back and pulled Lyra’s arms with her as she pressed her weight into her chest causing Lyra to, after a slight delay, remember to react to the supposed immense pressure being put on her. “Now how about we have one more kiss before we get serious, hm?”

Lyra looked Bonbon in the eyes with nothing but bliss on her face. “I want to taste the sugar on your lips again.”

Bonbon’s eyes bulged. “Oh shit!”

She leapt off of Lyra and ran down the stairs. “Shitshitshitshitshit-” she rapidly continued.

Lyra laid there as she heard a clatter of pans. “So am I still pinned here or would helping you ruin the mood?”

Now Lyra could smell the smoke. The window rattled soon followed by a clang as kitchenware collided with the stonework of the walkway outside.

Lyra stood up as all the mood had also flown out the window. “...Darn.”