i just wanna be lying back, playing with my tits, when all of a sudden they get so big i cant sit up. oh well, guess all i can really do is keep playing with them!
If you thought keeping your hands off your tits was difficult before, just wait until they start growing! Kneading them, groping them, letting your fingers sink into every new inch of soft flesh. The weight on your chest gets heavier and heavier, but you can't stop. You can feel them pushing outward against your hands, your fingers spreading apart as more and more tit billows out underneath them. The bigger they get, the more sensitive they become, too. Just pinching your nipple between the sides of your fingers sends a jolt of pleasure through your entire body, forcing your hips to buck against the air. God, growing feels so fucking good! Under their own weight, they start to spread out. Your torso begins to disappear behind them. Every movement you make sends ripples through them, wobbling and clapping together. The line of your cleavage becomes a canyon, warm and dark and deep. When you gather enough self control to look down instead of letting your eyes roll into the back of your head, you gasp. Nestled between your arms, your tits rise like mountains above you, each one at least twice as big as your head, if not more! You can't even see your own nipple where it crests at the top of your breast, your easily outsizing your own palm. Fuck, this is getting out of hand. You have to take stock of the situation. You have to...
You have to...
Uh oh.
As you try to sit up, all you manage is lifting your shoulders a few inches before you come crashing down, the impact making your breasts wobble on top of you. You try again, marshaling your strength, but the increased weight of your growing tits cancels out whatever extra effort you put in. For a moment, you panic. You can't get out from under your own tits. You're trapped. They won't stop growing. They won't stop growing. They won't-
Your arms slide underneath the mountains of tit rising above your chest and push them towards you. They slosh upwards and, in a moment, your face is buried under their softness. The moan that rips out of you is inhuman and almost entirely muffled by the sheer mass covering your face. Your hands frantically try to touch every inch of your gigantic breasts, but all effort is in vain. They're growing too fast to keep up with, getting bigger, getting rounder, getting heavier. Beneath all that tit, a lustful smile settles on your lips. If you can't stop it, you might as well enjoy it~
