Manon - Finale

Been sitting under the wraps a while, but back then the idea was too good to pass up on! This is a direct follow up to the scene of Manon presenting herself, for some reason I'm much more interested in the aftermath than the act itself. Though probably has to do with the difficulty of posing such a thing with Manon!

But anyway, that previous scene now has a whole bunch of great, great, MANY paragraphs written by OtakuCaboose. With this scene showcasing the aftermath. While my plans for Manon end here with no future scene on the horizon, she sure does love to go out with a bang!

As previously mentioned, here's a short list of the changes I've applied cross-wide to the main Manon scenes:

• Mostly minor tweaks and improvements

• One master folder in Drive

• Her New Debut has a short story

• Main change is changing Manon's first kid to Rose. Yes, that Rose.

  • There are some fun ideas floating around, but whether I can actually realize them or not is the big question. As it stands, there is so much overlap between her and Lexie and so little time. But this way it's all setup ahead of time, in the event that I do.

Auc Vault / Drive link

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A mail carrier turned into the driveway of the Truman house, checking the address for the package against the one printed on the mailbox. There were two buildings, but the one in front of her looked to be the main house and she assumed it was where she was going. Glancing back at said package she sighed and got out of her car.

The delivery woman hefted the large box down from the back of her van to a waiting dolly. Her back strained as she tried to keep a grip on the annoyingly slick cardboard, the material at odds with whatever dense weight had been packed into it. No noise came from the box as she set it down, whatever was inside not jostled in the slightest. The logo emblazoned on the packing label read 'Lux Luna'.

"This has better not be drugs…" Double-checking the address as she rolled the crate up to the main house, the double doors immediately stuck out to her. They seemed somewhat off-center, as if the right side door had been added later on, but she simply shrugged and rang the doorbell.

"Why would someone need to add a door like that anyway? I must be bored…" she grumbled to herself as she fiddled with her clipboard.

"Coming!" A feminine voice boomed from somewhere within the house, followed by a loud thump, then a series of slightly softer ones slowly growing closer and closer until the door shook with one last THUD.

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Manon checked her phone, the mail app reporting that her package was 'on the way'. She set the phone down on the sink as a devious grin decorated her face. It couldn't have happened at a better time; her husband was away on an errand and the babies had just gone down for a nap. She hadn't bothered to dress herself after the daily battle of getting her breasts partially pumped, so here she stood looking at what she could see of the purple-haired woman in the mirror. 

She had grown much over the last few years, and not just her body. Meeting with her idol felt like a lifetime ago, but to her it had altered the course of her destiny severely. Some days she wondered what would have happened if she had never received that small gesture from such a busy woman; would she have continued to be the fearful wallflower she once was? Would she have even been able to with her developing body? Would she have met her wonderful husband? Would she have accepted her friend’s advice and gone to that bikini pageant? Or was one of those events more responsible for her new outlook than that chance meeting?

"The old me would have never been so bold…" she whispered to her reflection as she slipped her pants down. With her top already off she figured a quick shower was in order, even if she was in the main house's smaller bathroom and not her own more spacious shower. She had just begun to lean into the tub when the doorbell rang; she jumped, her foot slipping on the ceramic as she flipped down onto the soft crashbags attached to her chest. Her tits muffled a shriek of only mostly pleasure as her weight smashed down on her recently vacated milk glands, her hands flailing about for something to heave herself out of her own cleavage. Clasping onto the edge of the tub she popped her head out into the open air. Scrabbling for her phone she checked the door camera, only to see the empty porch of her personal home. Tucking the device into her cleavage she took a deep breath as she prepared herself for the fight against gravity.

"Coming!" She yelled, heaving herself standing as she leaned hard against the door. Squeezing her breasts through the gap they plopped to the floor in the hallway with a full-bodied thump with no clothes to help contain their enormity. She scrambled to heft them up with her hands, tugging up from the sides just enough to clear the floorboards and start her awkward waddle to the door. Even when she had all the space in the world to work with her steps had become ungainly and awkward, but in the relatively tight corridors of the house she was only able to make small amounts of headway with each ponderous, thumping step. The sides of her breasts scraped the walls, and their recent high speed impact had left them sore and sensitive as she pressed onward to the front door. Every inch was hard earned, her breasts pushed through the passage by her thighs and arms as twin dribbles of wetness sprouted from her nipples. 

Her cheeks burned red; her spill in the bathroom had hit her libido like a yanked ripcord as her nerves pounded her brain with dull pleasure, and while her more rational side chuckled with amusement that her masses of titflesh we're almost too wide to navigate the halls of her old house her newfound exhibitionist streak reveled in the embarrassment she felt at the battle an act as simple as walking down a normal-sized corridor had become. If she were any bigger she wouldn't fit at all.

'You could manage that easily…' both sides of her psyche prodded in unison as she stumbled into the open space of the foyer, crashing into the door with a thunderous THUD. Pulled from her horny reverie by the noise she flinched, listening for a moment to see if her escapades had woken the children. Hearing nothing, she pulled herself onto her mountain of breast to check the peephole. On the other side a woman with a large box on a dolly stood ramrod straight, staring at the door worriedly. Butterflies flitted about Manon’s stomach as she pushed off from the door, rotating herself slowly to avoid any more audible crashes. Her hand rested on the knob as she bit her lip; was she really going to open the door naked? Going back to get dressed wasn’t an option, but neither was the possibility of missing this package. Maybe she could just reach for the clipboard through a crack in the door?

‘No. Do it.’ Her idling libido revved. The thought reverberated in her mind as she gripped the handle… and turned.

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‘That was a lot of noise… is she ok in there?’ the mailwoman wondered as she relaxed herself, one hand slipping into her pocket as she debated calling an ambulance. The door creaking open pulled her from those thoughts, her train of thought derailing almost audibly at the sight of the massive pale hills that billowed out from the woman’s back. An ass, her two working brain cells processed, but one so huge she could scarcely believe it. The purple-haired beauty did a careful, waddling pivot as her huge ass was replaced by monstrous mammaries that scraped audibly against the carpet, the other door opening as she pivoted again to face her. The breasts absorbed all the space the door had to give, the frame digging into them ever so slightly as their owner looked at her expectantly.

"You have a package for me?" She purred.

"P-package? N-no I'm not a guy-THE MAIL YES!" Her tongue tripped into knots as she presented the crate to the mind-boggling MILF. She eyed it hungrily. "Ssssign here…"

"Could you hand me the clipboard miss? I can't quite…" she made a show of reaching over her pale hills, pushing forward enough to bump their soft curves into the flustered mail carrier. "...reach."

"YES MA'AM!" She yipped, her arms snapping out stiffly. The lusciously-bodied matron plucked the corkboard from her hand, scribbled on it, and handed it back. The name written on the dotted line jogged the poor girl's brain back into gear. "Manon Truman… y-you were on the cover of Bust Collective! Your pasties were huge! I-I thought they… faked that one…"

Manon blushed slightly. "No, I'm pretty sure they're real." She joked, pushing a spread hand into her left tit. The breast billowed between her fingers as a small spurt of white dribbled onto the porch. "Mmm s-see? All real…"

The mailwoman gawped. "Wow…"

"...ahem" Manon cleared her throat, waddling back into the foyer to clear the right door. "Would you mind just-"

"OF COURSE." She blurted, grabbing the dolly and wheeling the package over the threshold. She felt a sudden resistance and heard Manon breathe in sharply, the box shoving against her gargantuan left tit. “Oh geez I’m sorry!”

“It’s fffffine, the girls can take a pounding.” Manon moaned, pulling her boob out of the way as the box slid off the dolly. “Have a good day now.” she smiled as she waddled over to the open door, closing it with her fatty hip.

“Noone is gonna believe me…” the mail carrier blinked a few times then rolled her dolly back to the van, making a mental note to check out those ‘fake’ pictures she had glossed over…

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“I can’t believe I did that~” Manon hummed to herself, sidling up to the box and running a nail down the packing tape. Tearing open the flaps, inside was a mass of purple fabric and a small piece of stationary in deep blues and reds. Plucking the card up she flipped it open.

Hello Mrs. Truman. We at Lux Luna were amazed by your appearance in your recent pregnancy photoshoot, and would like you to model our lingerie in your next. Please enjoy the included sample products free of charge, for the largest of lovely ladies.

“A-another pregnancy photoshoot…” she stammered, her cheeks growing hot as she pictured herself a few months down the line before she took a deep cleansing breath. “...n-no, just a photoshoot. Just… just a photoshoot. A normal one.” 

‘But it could be either.’ Her libido rubbed against the animal pleasure centers of her brain as she tried to calm herself, pulling the fabric out of the box. A simple set of satin panties came first, and liberally leaning on her breasts let her slide them on quick and easy despite how much they bit into her meaty ass. She felt a breeze, and a quick prod confirmed it; they had a gap sewn in over her nethers. “Handy.” she bit her lip, pulling her hand back slowly as she continued to fight against her building urges. The box had barely been unpacked.

Almost the entirety of the cardboard crate was still filled with a matching purple fabric, and as Manon drew more and more from the box she smiled as familiar shapes, absent from her life for so long, came into focus. Laying it out over the shelf of her boobs it looked like a corset/bra hybrid, as the hooks that would clasp the back together extended a full foot and a half, as opposed to a normal bra's inch or two. Of course, this was no normal bra; it was a feat of breast-based engineering meant to tame even a bust as large as the one it currently lay upon.

"Let's hope you look as good on me as you do sitting on me." She quipped, distracting herself from her smouldering furnace by laying the lingerie down on the floor as best she could before getting her breasts up and settling them into the cups mostly by feel. Pushing all of her not-inconsiderable weight down onto the jiggling spheroids she reached down to the ground for the straps, shrugging her shoulders onto them as she fiddled with the clasps. 

Her hands came up short.

After a moment of panicked tugging she realized her error as she felt wrinkles under her udders, and using the straps as makeshift handles she hefted herself into a standing position as she pulled the fabric taut over her mounds. A surprisingly large amount of her once-bare tit was now covered, but as she tugged the clasps together she made one fatal mistake. Her breasts, the full weight of them, was now being pulled back into her as a single unit, and by the time she had managed the first hook she felt her center of balance shift irreparably backwards. She teetered for just a moment before she flopped down onto her ass, the avalanche of breast meat pushing her further onto her back. The side of her breast settled into place braced against the door making a functional speed trap.

"Not again…" she whined, fighting for a moment before accepting her temporary existence as a flipped turtle. It wasn't the first time she had gotten herself stuck, and if she was in her custom home she would have the tools and railings to help her. The normal house had no such amenities.

"She will never let me live this one down." The purple-haired woman sighed, shoving an arm elbow-deep into her own cleavage to retrieve her phone from where it had slipped to. Tapping through the apps she set it on her cheek as she prepared herself for the inevitable teasing.

"Rina? Can you come over a bit early? … Yes, it happened again… In the main house… please hurry, I had fenugreek oatmeal for breakfast…"

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It had been a lazy day for Rina until her phone rang. She had been expecting to visit her friend later on and had mostly been whiling away the hours swiping on her phone. Then the call came in about an hour before she expected it. Now she was parking in her best friend's driveway with a box of flower petals and a spare key. Leaving the flowers on the dashboard she locked her car with a beep, marching her way to the door as she tried to keep her features neutral. Popping the lock with a quick jerk of her hand she tried the handle only to hear a sharp 'eep!' from the other side, the knob refusing to budge.

"Try the other door!" Manon's voice was muffled by the door. Rina smirked as she tested the second handle. It moved easily, though the door itself caught on something. The resistance slid away easily as the sound of cardboard-on-carpet reverberated through the wood. Rina couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the human doorstop wedged against the wall to her left, a magnificent purple mountain blocking the view of her friend’s face. Below that a portly potbelly stuck up defiantly, a small foothill barely noticed compared to the peaks, but rather large for a more normally proportioned woman like Rina. Next to the open door Manon’s legs were crossed, her feet hidden amongst her thighs and calves as she tried to prevent herself from tripping her guest.

“So, how’d it fit?” she leaned down, poking her friend’s doughy mom-bod belly, watching her legs twitch from the unexpected contact.

“It fits fine… I hope… I haven’t gotten a chance to look at it but it FEELS like it fits good…” Manon looked sidelong at her cleavage as Rina came into view.

“It looks good from here, just need to get you to a mirror. Now c’mon, gimme your hands.” the grounded woman flung her hands up stiffly and Rina grasped her wrists, pulling her sideways and rolling her on top of her jiggly jugs. Pacing around to her back she cinched up the remaining hooks before helping her friend back onto her feet. “There… phew… that wasn’t… too hard…”

“You don’t have to lie…” Manon’s cheeks burned red as Rina poked and prodded at her bust, pulling the garment into the proper place.

“I’m comparing it to the time you fell in the hallway.” she joked, the bleuette burying her face in her cleavage. “Awh c’mon, you look great. And once we get you back to your bathroom you’ll see it too.”

“Y-yeah.” Manon sheepishly agreed. Even as powerful as her self-image had gotten, her confidence still needed a bit of glue once in a while, and the woman literally shoving her out the door was one of the two who never failed to pick up the pieces. 

Her waddle across the lawn was quick… for her, at least. There were still tortoises that could have made the trek faster, but with the added support of her new bra she was blazing a trail the few yards between the two porches. She hadn’t had so much spare room to move her legs in months, and while part of her felt liberated by this newfound freedom, a darker part of her missed the challenge of each individual waddle being hard-earned. The thought kept her face pink as she was ushered underdressed across the lawn, into her house, and into her bathroom.

“I’m going to get your flowers. Enjoy the view.” Rina quipped as she closed the door, leaving Manon alone with her mirror. Initially she avoided her own gaze, her hair a little mussed from her time spent on the floor, but that only meant more time spent looking at the wonder of sewing construction perched on her chest. The bra hugged her curves tightly, even tighter than it had when she had first put it on. A hand subconsciously went to her side as she thought about her breakfast of fenugreek oatmeal; not the tastiest concoction, but it would give her the results she needed by the time her darling got home. She lifted her hands over her head, the straps on her shoulders pulling taut and causing the cups to dig into her tits even more to create a delicious puff of overflow.

“I’m going to have to remember this one.” She smiled openly. Pivoting in place in a series of penguin-like waddles she turned to look over her shoulder at the underwear equivalent of an afterthought. The purple backdrop made her hips look huge. Well. they WERE huge, but often existed in the shadow of her amazing bosom. Now they cut a pale swath over the royal violet fields, leaking tantalizingly over the band as she flashed cleavage in all directions. She nibbled her lip as she considered the surprise they held in store, and if it weren't for a knock at the door her daydreams would have dragged her into a haze.

“I’m back.” Rina’s voice was muffled through the wood.

“Good.” Manon released her lip, a devilish plan forming in her mind as she thought about the events of the day. “Could you help me move some furniture? I’ve had the most splendid idea…”

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“Alright, thank you for watching them.” Mr Truman smiled politely, waving goodbye to his wife’s friend as he walked down the path to the home they had built for his burgeoning wife. He felt no small amount of trepidation as he closed in on the porch. His pants grew tighter when he saw the purple petals leading their way up the steps to the front door, removing all doubt on what was on his dearest's mind.

"Honey? I'm home!" He called as he opened the door. The petals lead into the well lit, if empty house. Music flowed from the closed door of the bedroom along the trail of flower petals, beckoning him deeper into the house. Sliding off his shoes and coat he followed the petals, his hand trembling for a moment on the knob as he steeled himself for what he knew was behind the door. What he could only describe as 'baby-making music' reverberated through the metal as he took a deep breath and turned.

It was locked.

"Wha-?" He tried the other door before knocking. "Honey? You locked the door?"

"I know." A voice like silk from beside him made him jump.

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Manon waited in the bathroom as she watched him pass by in the lit hallway. Her dearest was laser focused on the petal trail, and as he closed in in the door the music kept him from hearing her thudding waddles as she slid out into the hall.

"Honey? You locked the door?"

"I know." She held back a giggle as he jumped, turning to see her blocking the hallway. "I've locked myself out. I needed your help getting back in."

"Y-you did?" He stammered, unabashedly staring at her chest as it got closer and closer. The flesh was pink, rising out of her new bra like fresh bread; if the music was quieter he could have sworn he could hear her milky load.

"Oh yes. I lost the key you see. Dropped it." She smiled at him as she nudged him back from the door with her tits. He stumbled, catching himself on the back wall. The end table that was usually there was gone.

"I can see why that would be an issue." He returned her smile, finally catching his feet after her tour de force entrance.

"I was admiring my new bra. It's so comfy, and even fits when I'm nice and swollen…" She raised her arms over her head and arched her back, pushing her chest out and exaggerating the muffin top around her bra cups.

"That it does." He murmured as he appreciated the violet curves spread wall-to-wall before him.

"But then I dropped the keys-" she took another step forward, pinning him to the wall with a moan as the pressure slammed against her full jugs. "-ah… mmmn… in there." She dipped her arm into her cleavage, burying it up to the shoulder before stretching further, moaning indecently as she mashed her breasts into him. "I just… mmmmf… can't reach, and it won't fall out of my bra." She felt a twitch against her bust; even as big as her chest obviously was he loved seeing her prove just how much tit now hung in front of her. 

"I'll fish it out for you." He placed a hand on each side of the valley spread out before him. She smelled of maple syrup, her skin warm to the touch, and he rubbed her down with gentle reverence.

“Not yet.” she grunted as she surged forward again, knocking the wind out of both of them, for different reasons. “Oooh that feels good… mmm…”

“...not yet?” He wheezed, ribs creaking as she backed up a few waddles.

“I’m standing here in just my underwear. A caring husband would strip down and join me.” She gave him a look he had seen three times before. Hungry and full of need. He quickly shucked his shirt, forgoing the buttons to simply raise it over his head before fumbling with his belt buckle. The purple-haired MILF practically salivated at the sight of his nearly-exposed rod before he tackled her, shoving his right hand deep into the crevasse. She moaned wholeheartedly as he explored her chasm, the pressure from the walls and full glands magnifying each stroke and shift into a near orgasming caress. She felt him push his shoulders into her cleavage next, her knees buckling as the weight proved too much for them. She pushed forward, mashing her tits into the wall as his methodical searching grew into more harried scrabbling as he ran low on air. Finally she felt him make contact with the fabric floor and a fist was pulled roughly from the bottom of her cleavage to the top, drawing an immodest bellow from her as he pulled out gasping for air.

"I… whew… found it…" he held up the hot metal key, an electronic lock hanging from it. At the push of the button the doors slid open, the music growing slightly in intensity. Manon gathered her wits as she waddled back a few steps, leaving room for him to slip into the bedroom.

"Let's get you your reward!" Her cheeks were almost as pink as her breasts, her libido screaming for the only thing that could truly assuage it. He wasted no time in entering the room, already missing the heat of her body as he almost tripped taking off his only remaining garment, the thunderous sound of her waddling behind him hurrying him forward. She stopped for just a moment, struggling to line herself up with the gap in the wall between the bed and the room proper, giving him just enough time to lay out on the bed to welcome his goddess.

"Mmmm if I get much bigger you'll have to push me through…" she crooned as she slid through, looming over the bed like a pair of falling moons on the doomed planet that was his pelvis.

"I'd love every second of it." He smiled as his world went dark, soft fabric brushing against his face.

“I know you would, darling; seeing your big beautiful wife outgrow a house made for her luscious body. Just as much as you love this…” she leaned forward, pushing her chest down as she lined herself up with his attentive soldier. “My girls have gotten so VERY heavy... “ His response was muffled by the thick layer of flesh between them, but she could just as easily read the twitches against her plush bottom. Slipping his member through the slot in her lingerie she collapsed down on him, swallowing him up to the hilt with a rapturous roar. She lay there, quivering for a few long seconds as she squeezed the rod inside her as she worked up the strength to lift her titanic tush and slam it down. Each impact let out a muted slap of cloth-on-flesh, drowned out by her needy moans. His hands struggling to caress her violet mountains only pushed her further into a building ecstasy, but something felt like it was missing. After another few rewarding slams she grabbed onto the handles above the bed meant for helping her hoist herself upright in the morning, and with a herculean effort she pivoted, still speared on his virile lance, to smother his legs with her glorious mounds while only compressing his ribs with her meaty rear.

“EnjoYING youRSElf?” She asked, her volume rising with her pleasure as she continued to work the pole.

“Ohgodyes.” He barely whispered, his skin pink and etched with matching patterns to her elegant top. He sluggishly reached up as the air got to his brain, fingers working their way deep into her plush thighs and ass. “B-but shouldn’t MMM… we use…” he grunted, unable to find the room in his lungs he mimed putting a cover over his fist.

She thought about it for a moment. Just a moment.

“We could… gasp but maybe we can hff... give the boys another playmate?”

“A-another?! Y-you’d get-”

“Huge? Round? Needy? Ripe with life?” she asked, punctuating each statement with another drop of her hips. She turned to look over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “What’s a few more inches for you to love?”