Kink: Heavy, sagging boobs
âI just want big boobs, please!â She whispered desperately at the star. She waited a moment, standing outside on her porch, her face looking upwards hopefully even though she felt silly saying something like that out loud. But nothing happened. Sighing, she turned to go back into her house.
Her nipples suddenly hardened fiercely, tingling with what felt like static electricity.
She squealed, her hands flying to her diminutive chest, and the moment her fingers touched her little mosquito bites, the magic started its work. Her boobs swelled roundly outwards under her palms, quickly gaining heft as they developed steadily into larger and larger jugs. She watched, mystified, as she quickly swelled beyond an average size into âbigâ territory, her new boobs already beginning to strain her once-loose top. Each tit was more than a handful now, round and fat and teardrop shaped, and her hands were disappearing into their strangely soft shapes. They continued to grow, and as she felt a building strain in her back with the new weight, she snapped out of her shock and rushed inside, her now huge jugs swinging loosely and wildly under her top, their growing heft causing her to wince with every step. They were too big to make pulling her shirt off easy, their soft and now definitely saggy mass filling her shirt too fully, so she had to carefully cut her top off as her pale boobflesh oozed outwards and further down her chest, nearly covering her ribcage with their volume now. Once her shirt was off, her jugs tumbled fully out into the air, and she stumbled forwards as their ponderous weight yankee her onto the counter. Her giant tits pooled across it, spreading far more than they should, almost like two creamy pancakes laying in front of her. Even with the counter supporting their weight, she could feel them tugging her down and forwards.
âNo, not like this! I wanted big perky tits, not these ridiculous hangers!â She wailed, as her tits continued to grow and spread in front of her. They were so soft and saggy, they began to slide between the counter and her chest with their heavy growth, and soon all that weight pulled her mercilessly to the ground. On all fours, her enormous jugs pinning her to the ground, the weight pulling her chest down so that her ass was raised behind her like a bitch in heat, the growth slowed and stopped. Panting, she struggled a bit before managing to raise an arm and caress her titanic new chest, the huge jugs big enough to pool beneath her even while she suspended herself with her arms and legs. Her new tits were incredibly soft and silky, without a trace of firmness to them, like somebody had half-filled two enormous water. balloons. Even through her embarrassment and disappointment, though, she had to admitâŚ
Having tits so big and saggy that she was being held to the floor was kinda hot.
She blushed and stroked her heavy new bust, the combination of their arousing weight and her blatantly sexual position on the floor getting her surprisingly wet. She resolved herself, and began struggling to her feet, her fat jugs wobbling and slapping against each other noisily as she eventually pulled herself up. She looked down at her newly huge and saggy rack, and giggled at the silly and sexy sight. Maybe this wouldnât be so bad? She could buy some custom bras, wearing those would force her floppy jugs into an awe inspiring bust that would demand attention. And when she took some lover home, and took her bra off, the way they would tumble heavily out would be so hot, almost as hot as the surprise on her partnerâs face⌠Or, if she felt brave (or if she couldnât find any bras that fit her ridiculous udders), she could go braless, letting her jiggly soft tits hang down her torso under a thin top that could never hope to support their incredible weightâŚ
She grinned. Maybe this wish had turned out nicely, after all.
The end! Sorry if I did the tone wrong, I dunno if you wanted her to be upset or happy! Or if you wanted her to grow big boobs or already have them. Hope you like it!
