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Sam was practically on autopilot, making her way back to the same clearance rack in the same store for the same suit in the same size as last year and the year before that. Her process had become so routine that she didn't even bother to try anything on first and it was only when she dutifully tried it on for the approval of her friends on Instagram she realized something was off, she was bigger. It wasn't by much but it was noticeable, Sam was spilling out of her top for the first time maybe ever? The validation post forgotten, she immediately made her way back to the mall to exchange for a larger size.

As the summer rolled by; Sam, still stunned by how much she now filled out the new cups was further shocked to realize her newfound growth never really stopped. With each passing week and at every other gathering, the conversation would turn briefly, at least once, to how much more cleavage Sam was sporting than someone remembered her having previously. By the middle of August, her excitement and anticipation of being noticed slowly gave way to anxiety and self consciousness as Sam began to decline end of season invitations to avoid pushing her luck in a suit that was still rapidly shrinking on her body. There was no point in buying a bigger suit for just another week or two, she just had to make it to Labour Day.

To Sam's relief, a cold front swept in early and settled long enough to put a definitive end to the hot weather. Cold weather also brought with it bulky sweaters that Sam embraced as her bust's steady expansion continued long after her tan had faded. She was no longer one of the "bigger girls", no, she now found herself among the biggest girls and she didn't know if it would even stop there. The Ds she started the summer with seemed like adorable memories now, even the Fs she struggled to keep covered by summer's abrupt end were manageable enough with the right towel for coverage. Sam's now H cup breasts hung heavily on her chest, pale areolas spreading even wider now than when they first refused to stay reliably concealed in July. She only knew one girl now who was still bigger at a J but Sam knew Liv also had 4 inches in height and good 65lbs on her.

"It's been a couple days and they haven't stopped growing, I've gained 30 pounds, and all I can think about is your cum. Is that normal?" her follow up text read.

You were normally a good texter, but it was a while before you responded, because the text and the pic made you so horny you had to get off immediately.

"That's not normal." You finally sent back, "Do you want to blow me again?" you asked

"Hmm? Awwwww, baby, is something the matter? Are your pants feeling a little tight? A little less room in your boxers than you're used to? Gosh, how strange! What a peculiar coincidence! I've had the exact same thing happen with my bras and my shirts! But, surely, that's just a coincidence, right? I mean, nothing would be causing my boobs to grow and expand and swell and race through cup sizes, so-

"Surprise! Hello, my love! I've missed you so much! Aw, come on, aren't you happy to see me? 'How did you get into my bedroom?' Hah, baby, you're so silly! You were always sooooooo funny. Gosh, I feel like I haven't seen you in so long! It's been, what, three months? Ever since you made that, hah, that other little joke about not wanting to date anymore! I kept waiting for you to come back and say that you were just kidding, and every day that went by, the joke just got funnier and funnier! And then! Hah! And then, you posted a picture with that fucking bimbo skank and I thought, wow! This guy is really committed to the bit! So I thought, since you're so fucking funny, I can make a joke of my own!

"I'm sure you've noticed by now that I'm a little... Different from the last time we saw each other. Do you like them? I knew you would. On all three of our dates, I saw you glancing at busty girls. I always suspected, but once I saw that big-titty bitch in your picture, I knew for sure. So I decided to make sure that you'd never have a reason to look at any other woman again. I took every pill I could find, rubbed my tits down with gallons of growth cream, massaged them and milked them and did everything I could to make them huge. And look at me now! They're bigger than my fucking head and still growing! Don't you want to see how big they'll get? Don't you want to be right by my side as my boobs become udders become mega milkers become super bouncy, juicy jiggly, hyper ultra tits!?

Your girlfriend's religious habits didn't bother you. In fact, you found it rather endearing that, when the two of you were laying in bed, catching your breath and covered in a sheen of sweat, she'd use the last of her strength to slide over the edge of the bed and whisper her evening prayers. She was a kind person and her religion never got in the way of your relationship, so it was never a big deal to you. You never even asked what it was she was praying for, figuring it to be, y'know, the normal stuff.

Then, a week or two after the two of you were engaged...

Good morning everyone ❤️‍🔥 hope yall have a great day

It started harmlessly enough while out with friends and enough booze was flowing to overwhelm one petite woman's filter entirely, "we all get that you're the biggest but you're starting to look like something from my man's search history... did you grow again since we left your place earlier?" It was true, you were the biggest and had been for some time now but casting a cursory glance down into your exaggerated cleavage even you had to admit, it was more than you expected and certainly more than you typically flashed.

Just like that, the following weeks became a blur of posting selfies and bra try-ons in a well meaning attempt to document and prove to your friends that they're not crazy or seeing things (with perhaps a splash of self indulgent showing off for your own benefit). Different outfits, different poses, from different angles day after day "for posterity's sake" until today; "uff wait,,," even you had to admit that you really and finally could not fit yourself into the same frame that had worked so well previously. You set your phone down in the same place and at the same angle only to feel a flash of heat as you found yourself having to stoop and relocate the camera while you tried to stand a little farther back. Multiple unsuccessful attempts to take the same shots as a few days ago left a sheen of sweat on your chest that announced itself with every one of your exasperated exhales that landed on it.

"Oh, my God... I was just joking, but... You actually want to make me bigger, don't you? Ah! No! Don't deny it! You're so obvious! You won't even look at me and, seriously, if you blush and deeper, your cheeks are going to bruise! Jeez, how did I not know I was engaged to such a boob freak? I should have guessed when you blew up my little B cups into these gigantic tits, but you seriously want more?

"Babe, I'm already struggling with these. You know how hard it is to find bras that fit? Any bigger than I am right now and I'll have to convince someone that I'm not pulling a prank when I custom order, that I really am that big! And my shirts are either circus tents draped over these things or my boobs make them obscenely tight! Even when I stuff them in two sports bras, they still bounce like crazy! I can't walk down the street without everyone gawking at me and staring at me. God, and even with a bra supporting them, they're so fucking heavy!

"...Holy shit, you don't just want me bigger, you fucking like seeing me struggle! That's what it is! You want my plumped up milkers to be heavy and full and obvious. You want my megamonster, ultra juicy jigglers bursting out of everything I wear. I bet you even want my gargantuan tits to be sloshing with milk, too! I bet you'd fucking love it if I had to spend hours a day milking my big, fat, sloshing, bouncing, shirtstretching udders. You're really going to my super duper hyper God damn fucking tits so fucking big that they bump into everyone and everything, so stuffed up and full of cream that I have no choice but to rest them on countertops and tables just to give my shoulders a break! Fuck me, you really are a titty-obsessed freak!

Tim shuddered as he felt his mind started to go numb while his cock grew hard. The longer he stared at Emma's breasts, the more his balls churned, the harder his dick got, his thoughts grew foggier and foggier. But... he couldn't bring himself to look away. Just seeing that subtle bounce and the quiet groan of her top kept Tim from breaking free of Emma's spell. "I-but... I can't." Tim gasped out as he felt his jeans suddenly become far too tight. "W-won't stop o-once I s-start."

"Oh, I know," Emma sultrily purred. "More than that, I know your cum will make my tits grow. Dont you want that?" She cooed as she increased the speed of her movements, pulling a whimper from Tim. "Why resist? You love big tits, don't you? Well... all I want is to have the biggest tits in the world." Emma licked her lips. "Go on, Tim. Pull out your cock and cover me in cum."

Tim felt his mind go blank as Emma's words as her rippling, bouncing, gorgeous breasts finally hammered past what little willpower he had left. His eyes glazed over as he undid the button on his jeans and whipped out his throbbing, pre-drooling cock. Then, without so much as a touch, Tim erupted, plastering Emma's hair back, coating her face in layers of jizz as he showered her tits in load after load of cum.

The effect was immediate. Emma felt her own mind erupt with ecstasy as her breasts absorbed everything Tim blasted out onto them. The blonde rode the waves of orgasmic bliss out until she felt her top finally burst as her breasts swelled to double their size, stopping just at her bellybutton with how huge and round they had become. Emma gazed at Tim and wobbled her tits about, pulling a low groan from him.

"What do you desire... mistress?"

Emma grinned as she made her breasts bounce and sway once more. "Well, hubby bunny, I want you to get as hard as iron and then fuck my tits over and over again until they're so large, I can barely move!"

Tim just moaned as his cock surged back to full hardness and made his way to his wife, unable to think, unable to resist, and unable to stop her from transforming into a living fertility idol.

"Oh God... Not here! Not now!"

The walls of the locker room echoed with Laura's frustrated grunts as she tried to shove her swelling tits back into her swimsuit. It wasn't supposed to do this! The old crone at the shop had warned her that wearing it and using its magic to flatten her chest and streamline her figure for swim meets would cause her breasts to grow while she wore it. She knew this and accepted it, figuring she could deal with bigger boobs after she set her new record.

Laura had watched, practice after practice, as her chest smoothed out while putting the swimsuit on, only for her breasts to swell outward when she took them off. Her D cups were enough to slow her down in the water, enough to make her want to be flatter, but after a few months, she was closer to the end of the alphabet to the beginning. Finding bras was next to impossible and she bulged obscenely under all of her shirts. But she figured she could handle it, as long as the swimsuit could make her chest flat during the big meet.

“Oh goodness,” she mumbled, tossing the can aside. “Already..? So fast!” The clasp of her bra was already broken in half, and Leanne was well on her way to being too big for any bra she’d ever seen. Her booty was plumping too; it had never been able to garner attention because of her tits, but she was quickly becoming equally reputable in both boobs and butt.

The constant motto in big tit model circles was only one word: bigger. Leanne was already one of the biggest; a few years back she’d finally settled the competition between her and Rachel. But it wasn’t enough- it never was. She’d taken the recently-marketed growth chemical and expected a few cup sizes at most, but she was already past a few. Her burgeoning tits started to feel full, too, like there was a pressure from the inside.

"About wha-aa--?" You replied as she stepped around the corner. "You're- you- your- your boobs- " you managed to stammer.

"Yea, they... grew, after this morning." she said meekly

"After you swallowed, which you had never done before." You said, eyes locked on the burgeoning bust before you.

"A-and you said no one had ever done that before." she replied, trying in vain to close the robe she was wearing.

"Are they still growing?"

"No, they stopped growing after a few hours."

"Why didn't you call me?" You asked, stepping closer to her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I didn't know what to do. I didn't even want to go to the doctor, because... well." she gestured.

"Do you want to go now?" You asked

"No." she replied

"Then what?"