The comfort of giant breasts

Dipper stood at the door to Manly Dan the Lumberjack's home and waited patiently. He wondered if he should try knocking again. On the off-chance that nobody heard him. But thought better of it. He wanted to be cool and not seem pushy. After all, this was the first time that Wendy, an employee at his great-uncle's tourist trap, had invited him to her house.


Wendy and Dipper had been spending time together for over a month now. At first it started with Wendy skipping work. One time she had invited Dipper to join her on the roof of the tourist trap and they sat and talked for hours. Dipper hadn't talked to anyone, from Gravity Falls, like that before. So, when she invited him back onto the roof, the very next day, he hastily agreed and, just like that, it had become routine for them. They would go up to the top of the Mystery Shack and talk about their gripes and the things they wanted or planned to do. Wendy turned out to be someone that Dipper felt a camaraderie with. As they complained about having to look after their siblings and joked about how they'd survive an attack of the killer tomatoes, Dipper felt himself draw closer to Wendy. He had started to see her as special. When he say her behind the checkout counter of the Mystery Shack, her eyes flicking between items on a magazine catalogue, he now noticed how long her eyelashes looked, how cute her freckles made her cheeks look, and how her red hair positively flamed in the glow of the evening sun. He was head over heels for her and that attraction only grew when one day, out of nowhere, she decided that she was going to stay at the Mystery Shack for a few hours after work.

This also became routine for Dipper and Wendy. Dipper would often end up watching t.v, with Wendy, sharing the living room's single couch with her. The first time they did this, Dipper heart had nearly exploded. She had promptly sat down on the couch, like she owned the place, and then patted on the space between her legs. "Y-you're okay with that." Dipper had stammered. "Come on. It's either that or the floor, dude." She had replied, undeterred. Dipper eventually steeled himself and sat down between Wendy's knees.
"Best seat in the house, am I right?" Wendy had said in jest. It was the only seat in the living room and the money-loving Stan only had stools for work. "Y-yeah. A lot better than yesterday." Dipper had tried to joke along. Only to realise that he had pushed it too far. Implying something he wasn't ready to imply. But Wendy didn't seem to mind. She even joined in. "Well, of course it is. I'm sitting on it." Dipper cheeks turned redder than Wendy's hair and, from that point on, Dipper's heart had been racing for the rest of the night.


Nevertheless, Wendy had invited herself in, after work, and they had shared the couch again. This did this again the next day and, eventually, Dipper got used to sitting between Wendy's knees. That was when Wendy had thrown him a curve ball. "Come on, dude. Relax a little, you're putting me on edge." When she had said that. Dipper wasn't sure what she meant. He was sat like he always was. But what Wendy meant became clear after her hands gripped Dipper's stomach and pulled him closer towards her. "That's better. Now just lean back." Dipper had done as she asked. He leaned back. Very slowly. Inching his back towards her torso. He felt the bottom of his spine touch the button on her jeans. Then the curve of his spine slowly met his flat, toned stomach. Then his head slowly nestled between Wendy's gigantic breasts. When he finally came to a stop. Wendy put one hand around his stomach, dangerously close to his erection, and rested one hand on his leg. Dipper was near boiling point. Wendy's hands felt so assured. She didn't say anything. Her eyes still locked onto the TV. But the feel of her palm pressing through the fabric of Dipper's clothes, onto his skin, told Dipper that she was comfortable taking the lead. Which was good. Because, with his head nestled between Wendy's breasts, the same breasts that he would spy as they rested on the counter, the same breasts that he watched tremble as she threw back a full can of soda like a champ, the same breasts that Dipper stared at as he followed Wendy anywhere, as they were so big that, even from behind, Dipper could see them, he felt like his brain would spark. He could never take the lead with someone like Wendy. She was too much for him. And she proved that, further proved that, by telling him something. "You should come to my place tomorrow."


So, just like that, Dipper had arrived at Wendy's place, knocked on the door, and patiently waited for her to take the lead. He wanted to be cool and not seem pushy. Thinking that that was maybe the reason why she started to hang out with him or had gotten so close to him. He waited another minute until he heard what sounded like someone's head banging against a window pane. When his head snapped to where the noise had come from, he saw three large men, with Wendy's signature hair, pressing against a window. "You idiot! Ah told you to be quiet!" The muffled voice of the biggest yelled. Dipper then heard an even louder noise and got a sense like he should step back. Luckily, the sense saved his life. As the door swung open, with such strength that it could come its hinges, and a giant of a man stepped out. "You must be." The hairy red-headed man growled. "Starts with either a D or an M." He openly pondered as his rubbed his chin with one hand. The other occupied with a large axe that could fell a bear in one swoop. "Well. I'll remember when I remember. She's upstairs." The man then squeezed past Dipper. Only to turn to face the doorway. "Boys!" He barked. Loud enough to make a family portrait rattle against a wall. The three boys, that had been watching Dipper, quickly ran and arrived in front of their father. "Take care, son." The giant said, before turning to leave. "Wait." Dipper called out after Manly Dan. "You're not worried. About leaving me alone with Wendy?" He asked. Worried that he had just shot himself in the foot. But unable to let his careful nature from getting the better of him. The big man didn't immediately reply. Instead he just leaned back and gave a hearty laugh. The boys, unsure of what was funny, joined in on the laughter a little late. "That's rich!" He shouted. "She's twice your size, little man!" With that, he left Dipper to his own devices.


After Dipper had entered the home, his nosy nature, just like his careful nature had done, got the better of him and, instead of going upstairs to find Wendy, Dipper explored the first floor of the house. Taking an interest in the framed photographs that dotted the house. Before long a narrative had entered Dipper's mind. Wendy's breasts had first became visible in a photograph where she looked Dipper's age. Although she had already been taller than Dipper by that point. The next photograph showed a huge leap in breast growth. She was a D-cup by that point. The next showed her at an E-cup. And, finally, in the most recent photograph, Wendy looked how Dipper knew her. Tall, slim and stacked. Following this narrative, Dipper realised something. Wendy was fifteen. She wasn't done growing yet. She'd only get taller and her breasts would only get bigger. Dipper had always wanted to be tall. He hated being shorter than some of the girls in his class. But, all of a sudden, Dipper realised that he actually liked being short. Suddenly realising that he had spent to long snooping around the Corduroy house. Dipper made a hastily dash to the foot of the stairs and then slowly made his way up.


There were four rooms on the second floor. One for Manly Dan. One for his boys. One for Wendy. One for their Bathroom. Wendy had left her door wide open. So that Dipper didn't have to check every room. This also meant that, as soon as Dipper made it to the second floor of the house, he immediately got a full glimpse of Wendy pulling up her jeans. Her cotton pants were pressed against the curve of her tight derrière and her large breasts bounced as she pulled them up and Dipper quickly felt himself become hot and antsy. If it were any other day. He'd jump into a cold shower. But wasn't at the Mystery Shack anymore. Whatever happens happens.


Not a moment after she had finished putting on her jeans, Wendy looked over her shoulder, her hair messy after having squeezed her bum into the denim jeans, and spotted Dipper. "Hey Dipper, finally finished downstairs?" She asked. Leaving Dipper stunned.
"Y-you knew I was here?" He inquired.
"My dad isn't exactly subtle, dude." She answered, as she went over to her king-size bed, made by Manly Dan himself, and grabbed all the pillows she could and squeezed them under her breasts. Dipper gave a nervous laugh, almost as a stall for time, before he made his reply. "Yeah. I guess so." Wendy dropped the pillows, on the floor, in front of her TV.
"I thought you might chance a look around." Wendy told him, as she sorted out the pillows on the floor, adding. "It's what I would do."
"R-really?" Dipper stammered, having just spotted a large bra peaking out from under Wendy's bed. It was a G-cup.  "Of course." Wendy chirped as she stood up. Her breasts bouncing to much for her to be wearing a bra under her tight green flannel button shirt. Turning on a playfully deadpan voice, she added. "What if you turned out to be a member of a family of psycho killers that escaped and hid in the noise of the city?" Dipper happily joked along. "What then? What if I turned to be a killer just like the rest of my family?" He inquired. Wendy straightened up and held one hand behind her back, using the other to mock rubbing her chin like she was thinking. "Well, I can't run. That'd be to obvious." She told Dipper. "That's true." Dipper coolly said. Beginning to relax now that they talking the same familiar way that they did on the roof of the mystery shack. "I'd have already locked the door." He added. Wendy made a dramatic noise like she was plotting something great. When she finished, she looked Dipper in the eyes. "I guess there's only way out." She stated plainly. Then lifted her breasts up. "I'd have to smother you death, dude." Dipper laughed at how Wendy had told him that as if it was fact that this was the obvious solution. Wendy laughed through tightened lips. Unable to keep a straight face.


When they had calmed down, Wendy sat down on a pillow and leaned against the pillow stack that she had set against the frame of her bed. Smiling as she patted a spot in front of her. "Come watch TV with me, dude." She said, though she made it sound like a suggestion.
"Are you sure?" Dipper questioned. "It's not like we don't have this big bed behind you."
"Dipper." Wendy locked her eyes with his and said his nickname with such assurance that he froze. "Would I ask if I wasn't sure?" Dipper didn't reply and Wendy didn't press him on it. Instead giving him a half-cocked grin as he sat between her legs and leaned back. "I like it when we relax together. I've got the kind of family that is impossible to stay relaxed around." Wendy explained her voice a little quieter as she put relaxation into practice. Dipper sat quietly with Wendy for a moment. Before realising something. "Do you know where the remote is?" He asked as he stared at a black screen.
"Ah. No worries, I've got this." She said, before throwing one shoe off and lifting the, now shoeless, foot into the air. The effort pressed her breasts against Dipper's head, as she twisted herself in order to be able to press a toe against the on button of her TV. When she had managed it, she put her model-like leg down and Dipper was released from the breast sandwich he had been in. Scared that Wendy might notice his erection. Dipper hastily thought of something to say. "Are we going to watch undercover spy at the DMV again?"
"Eh, I can't be bothered to change the channel." She answered with a shrug.


Two hours later, the pair had settled. Though Dipper, in order to hide his erection, had slipped down a little. Allowing Wendy's large, heavy breasts to rest on his head. Before long the film, extraordinarily boring as it was, had finished. Having nearly Dipper to sleep. Dipper, knowing that he'd have to go to the bathroom soon, pulled himself forward. Freeing himself from the surprising weight of Wendy's breasts. He had expected that that would be enough to stir a question from her. A "where are you doing, dude?" But nothing. If not for the blaring music of the credit sequence, there would be silence in the room. Dipper looked over his shoulder and saw that Wendy had fallen asleep. He smiled, seeing that, even asleep, she still looked beautiful. Nothing like a model. Even if she had the height and legs for one. But she was easily the prettiest in the small town of Gravity Falls. Then Dipper noticed something. In her sleep, her torso had slanted. Allowing Dipper a small peek, inside the gap of her straining buttoned shirt, at the freckles sloshed across her breasts. Dipper gulped. He knew better than to push things. It was better to just go at Wendy's pace or else leave things as how they were. But he couldn't help himself. Once again, his nosy nature get the better of him and it easily overpowered his careful nature by far.


Kneeling down, Dipper leant forward and slowly moved his hands towards the top button of Wendy's shirt. With gentle fingers, he slipped the button through its hole and the fabric immediately pulled away. Wendy's heavy breasts as desperate to escape confinement as Dipper's penis was. Once Dipper had freed more of Wendy's breasts, he finally got a good look at them. They were pale in the evening glow and her freckles covered the top of them. Dipper had seen the full picture that the gaps of the shirt had offered him a glimpse of. Yet, Dipper still stop himself. He unbuttoned Wendy's shirt until they finally relaxed naturally. Dipper could almost see the nipple of the breast closest to the floor. A view given by Wendy's awkward sleeping posture. Dipper knew he was to far to pull back now. It would be impossible to close Wendy's shirt back up without waking her. It was a wonder how she managed to even button up her shirt. So, knowing that their friendship was probably going to end soon, and maybe worse, Dipper pushed on. He slipped a hand beneath Wendy's open shirt and touched her most visible breast. He didn't quite know what to do after that.  Her breast felt the way a breast would. Warm and soft as the rest of her. There was a different feeling. Touching a part of Wendy that felt pliable. But beyond that, he didn't know what to do. His cock knew what it wanted. It wanted to be rubbed against Wendy's breasts until climax. But Dipper still had some sense. Not enough to stop him from sliding his hand across Wendy's breast until he felt a nipple and rolled it between his finger, eliciting a gasp from Wendy's soft lips. But he still had some sense.


Before long, Dipper had explored all the was willing to explore. He hoped that, when Wendy woke up, she'd either forgive him or think of a good excuse for him to explain her state of undress. He was about to stand up again. Ready to leave the house and run back home as fast as he could. But he caught sight of Wendy's lips, her gentle breath escaping through them, and he wondered what it'd be like to kiss them. He knew he likely wouldn't get another chance. He knew this would definitely make him look like a creep. He knew he couldn't stop himself and leaned in close. Slowly, carefully, he leaned forward, until her hot breath tickled his face, and pecked her on the lips. Only for her lips to kiss back.


Dipper pulled back and Wendy's eyes pulled open, the bright green looking serene compared to the torrent of fear lashing Dipper's frazzled mind. Wendy didn't say anything. She instead sat up straight and watched Dipper as he remained frozen like a deer in headlights. Finally she spoke. "Let's have sex." Dipper didn't respond. He knew what she said. He knew he wasn't dreaming or anything silly like that. But he didn't know how to respond. A million things ran through his mind. "I guess, for now, you just want to know, why I was pretending to sleep." Dipper nodded.
"It's because I want to have sex you with. It's that simple. But I had to know that you wanted me the way that I want you." She told him as she unbuttoned the last two buttons of her shirt. "Y-you mean-" Wendy interrupted Dipper's stammering.
"I knew you liked me. I knew you liked it when we hung out together and I knew you liked my breasts. I mean I caught you staring all the time, dude." Dipper gulped. "But I still had to be sure. I don't want to ruin a good thing" Dipper knew where this was going. He'd been forced through sex-ed with his great uncle, after all. But still, so much, so fast, he didn't know how to reciprocate. Luckily for Dipper, Wendy was more than happy to take the lead from now on. "Dipper. Put your hands against my breasts." Dipper slowly complied and pressed a hand against each breast. Wendy, in turn, put her hands on Dipper's chest. Feeling her palms against the nipples under his shirt. "Just do your breast to copy what I do." She said with a smile. Then begin to explore, pressing her fingers against his chest and rubbing his nipples with her hand. There was some awkwardness, as Dipper's smaller hands, on Wendy's large breasts, couldn't completely copy her movements. But he did his best. Eventually getting the confidence to start exploring on his own. Pressing his thumbs against her nipples and squeezing big handfuls of her breasts.


Wendy exhaled heavily. "Does this feel good?" He asked.
"It feels nice, Dipper. But, if I'm being honest, what feels best if just knowing that you're doing this me. That you're touching my big breasts for the first time. That's the stuff I fantasied about, whenever I masturbated." Dipper almost couldn't believe Wendy. He knew it was true. Why else would she say it? But he never realised that she would think about him as she masturbated. "Me? Doing this?" He inquired.
"Yeah. You would always start like this." She answered. "Then-"
"There's a then?" Dipper interrupted.
"Sure, dude." Wendy replied. "Touching my breasts is only the start. Next you'd suck on them." Dipper hadn't thought of that. But now that the idea was there.  He followed through kissed one of Wendy's breasts before he began to suck on it. "Not like that, Dipper." Wendy chastised. "My nipple." Dipper let go with a pop and did his best to make up for his mistake by planting a trail of kisses as he moved towards Wendy's nipple. Wendy, for her part, was enthralled by the idea of Dipper worshipping her breasts and already loved what he was doing. When he reached Wendy's nipple, he practically inhaled it as he began sucking on her tit. Wendy sighed with delight and put one hand on Dipper's head. Stroking his hair as he looked up at her. His eyes watching her face for feedback. "That's good, Dipper. You're making me wet. Dipper began to experiment with his tongue and Wendy lovingly watched Dipper as he did his best to worship every inch of her breast. Holding on as he became more forceful. "Don't let my other breast feel lonely. She needs some attention to." Wendy said, as she held up her free breast with one hand. Dipper happily complied and switched breasts. Wendy traced her fingers around her free breast. Freeing the chill in the air excite her wet nipple.


After a couple of minutes of breast worship. Wendy spoke up again. "I want to take care of you now." Dipper let go and leaned back until he was sitting in a knelled position. Utterly devoted to Wendy. "Let's do it on the bed." She said as a suggestion. But meant as a plan of action. "Will it be okay? What if Man- Daniel catches us?" Dipper tripped over his words as his brain fumbled over what was about to happen. Wendy, having already stood up, sat against the frame of her bed and began to peel off her jeans. "He won't. I've been planning this day for a while now." She reassured Dipper. Who stood up on his feet and moved over to sit down on the bed. After Wendy's jeans had ended up on her TV. Her socks joined them and then she leaned over to kiss one of Dipper's ears. Making him shudder in surprise and delight. "Do you wanna get out of your clothes?" She whispered. Turning Dipper on more than he thought a whisper could. "Sure, I mean, if you want." Dipper answered.
"Only way we're going to have sex." Wendy replied and she stood up, showing Dipper a view of her naked legs and cotton panties. "Oh, yeah, that, yeah." Dipper was all over the place. But Wendy didn't mind. Instead, she happily helped Dipper out of his T-shirt and took a good look at his bare chest. "Mhm." Dipper didn't knew what "mhm" meant. But didn't want to ask now. Next, Wendy unbuttoned Dipper's shorts, her long fingers brushing up against his erection, and then stepped back so that she could pull them off. Nearly pulling Dipper off of the bed in the process, which caused them both to laugh. Breaking the ice slightly. "Watch yourself, Dipper." She said in jest.
"You're the one that nearly rolled me over the other side." He fired back as Wendy threw off her shirt and put her hands on her hips. "Well, it's just our underwear now, should be too hard." Wendy joked.


Dipper waited for Wendy to take hers off first. But she didn't move. Making him wonder what was wrong. "You know what? I'm not feeling it. Let's just go home and never talk of this again." Dipper's heart was in his mouth. He didn't know what had just happened. It was like Wendy had just punched him in the gut. Then she started laughing. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding." She said and then planted a kiss on his lips. "I wouldn't pass this up. I want you." Slipping her thumbs threw the straps of her underwear, she pulled them down, in a single motion, and stood back up to show Dipper her pussy and the ginger bush on top. It looked drenched. It looked like Dipper wasn't the only one that was easily excited. "I'm waiting for you." She said teasingly. Running one hand down her pelvis. Dipper got the message and took off his underwear. Freeing his cock as it sprung up. Ecstatic to be free of its confines. Wendy knelt down and stared at it. Being so close that it rested between her eyes. "I like it." She told Dipper. "You do!?" Dipper exclaimed. Shocked that Wendy would tell him that.
"Yeah, dude. I like cute things. That's why I like you." She explained. Quickly adding. "Well, more than that, I like how you get me. But I also like how cute you are and I think I'm going to love your cute little prick." She put emphasis on the word love and Dipper heard the word that he had been desperate to hear from Wendy for a long time. He had a puppy dog crush on her and she was more than happy to delight him. "You don't mind that it's little?" He asked. Never having once thought about the size of his penis. But, now that it was mentioned, his insecurity about being short had become more complex. "No. I want it that way. It's the only reason why I dated Robbie." Dipper hadn't thought about Robbie. He was Wendy's ex and Dipper had always thought that she dated him because he pretended he was a bad boy. "You dated Robbie because he had a small penis?" Dipper asked, always nosy. "I dated him because I thought he had a small penis. I thought that's why he acted the way he did. But, as it turns out, he had a small town complex. Not a little dick complex."


Having gossiped enough, Wendy stood up and went to fetch a pillow, making sure to lean over in such a way that Dipper got a good view of her pussy and hanging breasts, before standing back up and setting the pillow down on her bed. "Nearly ready." She called out. Then climbed ontop of the bed and took of her socks. Dipper tried to copy her. But Wendy quckily stopped him. "Leave them on. It's cuter that way." Dipper didn't get the appeal. But didn't care enough to ask anymore questions. So, he crawled over to Wendy. Who parted her legs. "You can do this. Just be gentle." Dipper crawled forward until he was close enough for Wendy to pull him close. He wasn't tall enough to be face to face with Wendy. Instead, he looked at her from over her breasts. Just how Wendy imagined it would be. Taking charge, Wendy grabbed Dipper's hard prick, between two fingers, and pulled. Guiding Dipper towards her honey pot until the tip touched her. "Whenever you're ready." She told him and Dipper took a second, before deciding to pay Wendy back for a trick she had pulled. "You know what? I'm not feeling it. Let's just go home and never talk of this again." Wendy laughed and, without saying a word, grabbed a hold of Dipper's small buttocks and pushed him into her. Burying the full three and half inches inside of her lustbox. Wendy screamed in delight, her fingers digging into Dipper's cheeks, as he grunted. Dipper gasped as Wendy panted. Eventually, she got her breath back. "I just came." She admitted.
"Just like that?" Dipper asked. Having been worried that he wouldn't be able to satisfy her.
"Yeah. All the times I masturbated. Thinking about you. This was always the moment I would come." Dipper felt a little underwhelmed. For Wendy, the climax of the even had already happened. But Wendy was quick to reassure him. "I can still go. I said I wanted to satisfy you. So, fuck me."


Dipper pulled back and looked at his now slick penis. Unaware that Wendy was also looking, he was surprised when she placed two fingers ontop of his cock. "This little penis is too cute, dude." She punctuated every word with a light tap before leaning back. Waiting for Dipper to start moving. Letting instinct take over, Dipper embedded himself back inside of Wendy and then pulled back. Repeating the motion until he found a slow pattern. Wendy wrapped her arms around her breasts, holding them in place as they wobbled on her chest. "It's so sensitive now" Wendy mewled. Sex post-orgasm was, until now, an unfamiliar sensation for her and her whole body tingled as Dipper's cock rammed into her soft folds. Dipper was quiet. Doing his best to hold himself up and stick to the slow rhythm. He tried to go faster. But that only made Wendy cry out. "Slower! Slower!" So, he instead took advantage of Wendy's breasts. Burying his face between them. Delighting Wendy's breast worship fetish. "They're for you. They're all for you." She moaned between gasps. Now holding her breasts tight for Dipper's sake as he kissed her breasts. The same way she tightened around Dipper's cock. Keeping him from falling out.


Eventually, Dipper pulled his head out from between Wendy's breasts. He looked her in the face, his own full of lust and red with pleasure, and she knew he was close. Wendy didn't want to let up, though. So, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him. Crushing her breasts against his as she kissed him. This sent him over the edge and he moaned into her kisses as he came in pussy. Pumping white hot seed in her until he was empty. Wendy kept kissing him, even after he had finished. Dipper enjoying the affection during his post-orgasm bliss.


Not long after they had finished Wendy leaned back in bed and Dipper rested ontop of her breasts. She not letting up her affection for Dipper for a single moment, cuddle him with one arm. "From now on. We can have sex whenever you want." She told him. Dipper didn't say anything. But kissed Wendy's breast to show that he was listening. "And I want to do more for you. I want to give you handjobs at work and I want to give you the best titjobs in Oregon." Dipper began to thought about the future too. Then a stroke of worry crossed his mind. "You said you like my penis because it's little. But what if I get bigger?" He asked.
"Dude, I'm not going to turn you down just because you got bigger." She reassured him. Dipper sighed as he relaxed. His one worry cast out of his mind. "Also, I'm going to get bigger. I'm going to grow taller and my breasts are going to get bigger. So, even if you grow, we won't notice the difference." Dipper smiled as he drifted off to sleep.