Zayna had to stand on tiptoes and crane her neck in order to reach but she eventually managed to brush Isabella’s lips with her own. Zayna’s breasts pressed up against the bottom of Isabella’s own smaller bust, a situation that had happened plenty of times since their relationship had blossomed from friendship years before.
Turning around then, the buxom bovine gave a little flirty laugh and a wink before saying “Save that for later, alright?”
And with that, she was out the door after the others, leaving Isabella standing there alone, more than a little flustered. She could still feel the lingering warmth of Zayna’s body pressed up against her own, and was left stunned for a few moments longer. After shaking her head vigorously and recovering her wits, the dragox quickly followed, leaving a more than enough for the bill as well as a generous tip on the table before bolting out the door. Outside, night was starting to set in, and there was a pleasant cooling breeze sweeping through the streets, dispelling some of the warmth that had settled earlier in the day. Isabella also noted that there was already a heated discussion of where to go next. Mike was being rather emphatic with his choice, his hair bobbing around as he pointed and spoke, his beak clicking with each syllable. Scott on the other hand was standing firm, his stance as immovable physically as he was proving mentally. Isabella and Zayna just sat back and watched the show; this was a common enough occurrence. Megan soon stepped in as usual and first quietly disarmed the situation before suggesting a compromise. Both of the boys grumbled and rumbled a bit before giving in.
A decision made, the group moved off into the deepening night. Time flew and crawled as they enjoyed a little taste of freedom that they could before it really started after the next day, traveling from one location to the next, but always with a general direction in mind. Along their journey, they come across others from the school out doing much the same. The five of them eventually ended up at the beach, looking out at the waves looming out of the darkness, and savoring the cool breeze that was still hanging about and making the temperature bearable. Eventually, the group started to scatter, each heading their own way towards home. All except for Isabella and Zayna though, they continued on through the quieting streets together, the smaller young woman hugged up against the larger, hand in hand. Isabella’s other arm was wrapped around Zayna’s shoulder, holding her close. When she felt a shiver pass through the bovine’s body, the dragox extended a wing out, draping it across her like a cloak. Zayna hummed thanks as she nuzzled down into the warm appendage.
As they walked, Izzy noticed how Zayna seemed to be absentmindedly moving their entwined hands together over Isabella’s still somewhat bloated belly. The belch at the restaurant, as well as a number of smaller ones later on, had reduced the size of her stomach, but not by much. It was still a bit plusher than she was used to, as was her entire body. She hadn’t noticed at first when it started months before, but eventually she came to realize that she had put on some weight while she wasn’t paying attention— a majority of it within the past month or so too. A trip to the bathroom scale had revealed a gain of about thirty pounds; quite a shock to her, but as her heartbeat started to slow, she thought it might not be too unwelcome a change. She hadn’t been flat as a board or anything, but now she definitely had a respectable bust and butt, and Zayna hadn’t seemed to mind at all; if anything the smaller but curvier woman actually seemed to enjoy it, if Isabella had read the situation correctly.
Soon enough they were walking up the front steps to Isabella’s home, a quick shake of the head dispelling her thoughts and bringing her back to the present. A few lights were on, she noted, including one in the living room at the front. Though the blinds were pulled, she could also see a bit a shadow moving in front of it; it looked like her mother at home again. Opening up the door and stepping in, the two kicked off their shoes before heading towards the stairs, stopping by the door to the living room. As expected, Isabella’s mother was reclining on the sofa, reading a book with the television mostly providing a bit of white noise. She had the book propped up in front of her, further out than most might need, but requiring that due to her large breasts and far larger stomach; the latter of which was exposed to the air with her shirt rolled up atop. Isabella clearing her throat finally announced the presence of the two in the doorway, shocking her mother slightly and almost causing her to drop the book.
“Isabella, you’re home. How long have you been back?” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“We just got in,” she responded, motioning towards Zayna who stepped out of the shadows behind her.
“Hello, Mrs. Greyson, how you are tonight?” she said as she stepped up beside Isabella.
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