Big Getting Bigger

“Yes, it’s finally here,” said Theresa jumping for joy. It was the new Guitar Hero. She never considered herself a gamer, but then her brother had her play a couple gigs with him and she was hooked. She played every single Guitar Hero game after that. She loved them all. She was excited to play this one. She popped the disc into her system and the game loaded up. She put on her guitar controller and picked the first option “World Tour.”

The stage lit up and Theresa’s character was getting excited over the roaring crowd. It wasn’t long before Theresa was playing the song. She was playing perfectly. The electronic crowd was going insane. Theresa always wanted to be a real rockstar but she always thought of herself as boring. She was pretty, but she lacked any defining attributes that a guy would find attractive, like a big chest. However, as she was playing, a transformation was taking place that would give her the body of her dreams.

Her breasts grew slowly filling out her top. Theresa was unaware of the changes happening to her body as she was too engrossed in the song. She noticed she was sweating more than usual, but chalked it up to shaking off her Guitar Hero rust. It didn’t explain why she was starting to feel a little horny. Was she really getting off to the roar of the crowd.

The song finished and Theresa breathed a sigh of a job well done. She wiped the sweat off her forehead. She was about to mess with the guitar strap when she gasped. She realized that her normally fitting top was struggling to contain breasts only a few inches shorter from her head. “What?” Theresa asked nobody as she timidly touched her new boobs. They were her’s and they were real. “How did this happen?” she asked herself. Eventually, she adjusted her strap and continued to the next song. “Well, now I can at least look like a real rockstar with these babies,” She giggled.

The next song was a slow, easy song. As Theresa played, she cautioned a glance down at her breasts and saw that they were in fact growing. She saw more and more breast flesh pouring into her top. She was so distracted that she didn’t notice that she missed a note. The buzzed her for missing it and a jolt ran through her body, causing her to moan. She quickly regained her composure and finished the song, all the while her breasts continued surging forward.

After the song finished, Theresa looked down and put her hand to her mouth. Her breasts were so big, they were straining the straps of her top. “So it’s the game causing it,” Theresa hypothesized. She shimmied her body, and jumped up and down to test her new prize winners. They jiggled wildly as she shook them. Then a thought crossed her mind. “Let’s see how big these things can get.”

As she completed song after song, Theresa realized two things. The better she played, the larger her breasts grew. If she missed a note or made a mistake, the game would buzz her and a sexual jolt would run through her body. Her breasts had long shredded her top and continued growing. Theresa would sometimes let an entire song play without playing a note just so she could orgasm to the boos of the crowd. Her breasts felt so good as they grew.

“Why would you have a costume party at the end of December?” Haley wondered aloud as she walked up the steps to the two-story house. She was freezing in her Tinkerbell costume. Her coat barely did anything to stave off the cold. She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door. A man wearing a masquerade outfit opened the door. “Come on in,” he said with an exaggerated bow.

Haley walked in, thankful to be out of the cold. She took off her coat. “Tinkerbell, nice!” said the man taking her hand, guiding her to the party. She was led down a hallway to a large room. She could hear music and people laughing. She didn’t know a lot of people at the party so she grabbed a beer and sat on the arm of the couch. She noticed a lot of women at the party were dressed in costumes designed to show off their breasts. Haley looked down at her own meager chest and sighed

After a few hours, Haley noticed some people were loosening up and struck up a couple conversations. “Ohmahgawd! Tinkerbell!” exclaimed one drunk partygoer dressed up as a sexy robot. “Here you need a wand.” The sexy robot handed Haley a comically large pencil. “Tinkerbell never had a wand…” but it was too late. The sexy robot was already making her way to a sexy cowgirl.

Haley swung the large pencil around like a wand and dancing to the music. “Tinkerbell!” exclaimed the sexy robot. “Give yourself some big boobies!” Haley played along with it. “Bibidi dabadi das. I want some large ta-tas!” She giggled to herself at the crude rhyme. She stopped laughing as she noticed everyone was staring at her slack jawed. “What’s going on?” she looked down and her mouth hung open at the sight developing before her eyes.

Haley’s breasts were growing. They were rapidly filling out her dress. Everyone’s eyes were glued as Haley’s breasts took up more and more space. In less than twenty minutes, her breasts were slightly smaller than her head before they stopped. “Damn girl,” said the sexy robot. “Give me some.” Haley gingerly touched one her swollen breasts. They were soft yet surprisingly firm on her.

The party continued with Haley and her freshly grown boobs becoming the center of attention. The sexy robot was very touchy feely with Haley. “You should make them bigger,” said the sexy robot groping Haley’s breasts. “Are you kidding? They’re big enough as it is.” “Oh come on! Aren’t you even the tiniest bit curious? Come on, Tinkeybell! Make them huge! Make them huge!” The sexy robot was starting a chant at this point. “Alright fine,’ relented Haley to round of cheers and applause.

“This is ridiculous. Okay. I need large tits to make everyone zip their lips,” Haley said waving the pencil. The effect was almost immediate. Her already large breasts began to expand even further. “Holy fuck!” screamed the sexy robot as Haley’s breasts took up more and more material of her dress. “Shit!” cussed Haley as her ballooning boobs dragged her to the floor.

Denise laid on her bed messing around on social media on her phone. As she was going through her friends’ updates, an ad popped up promoting a photo enhancing application. It looked like all the others what with it promising to be the best application ever. What drew her eye to it was example they used. It was a before and after photo. On the left side it showed an attractive blonde in a bikini on the beach and on the right was the same woman with much larger breasts.

Denise looked down at her own meager chest and sighed. She had always secretly wanted breasts. Big breasts just looked so good on other women. She wanted breasts just to see how it would feel. It would take Denise at least another year and a half to save up money for a boob job. Maybe this app would be good and she would be able see what size she’d look the best at. She figured it couldn’t hurt and downloaded the app ignoring the warning that it was in beta and was prone to errors.

The app itself seemed simple enough. You take a photo of yourself, set the area you want to change and then a dial would pop up. Spin the dial and the app would do the rest. Denise walked to the bathroom to take a selfie. She did a little pose and smiled a little and took the picture. “Well even if it doesn’t work, I took a good picture at least,” she said to herself as she went to edit the photo.

Denise sat on the foot of her bed. The area where her chest would be was highlighted and a wheel dropped down, completely covering the picture. “How am I supposed to see what my ideal size is?” She shrugged and moved her thumb over the wheel. Denise turned the wheel clockwise wondering if anything would happen. She tapped done after turning the wheel a few times but nothing happened. The screen was stuck on the wheel.

She was about to shut off her phone when she felt itchiness in her chest. She scratched her irritated chest but the itchiness just got worse. Her chest did look a bit swollen. Denise scratching more vigorously and the irritation was slowly being replaced by a different, pleasurable one. She looked down and stared wide-eyed as she literally watched her breasts grow.

Denise moaned as her rapidly expanding breasts overflowed her palms, pushing them outward. “How did this-,” she didn’t finish her thought as shirt-testing breasts caused her to moan again. Her breasts slowed to a stop when they were slightly larger than her head. The wheel scrolled off her phone’s screen and Denise saw what the picture looked like. The morphed picture looked exactly like Denise did now with breasts that created lots of creamy cleavage in her tight blue shirt. “Wow!” Denise said breathing heavily staring at the picture. “I look good. Like, really fucking good!”

Denise groped her breasts vigorously eliciting a moan. Her panties soaked as she continued playing with herself. She loved how she felt. She wanted more. She eyed her phone hungrily. She grabbed her phone, noticed her new lovely breasts were highlighted and got to work. The wheel dropped down and Denise began spinning.

For some reason, the wheel wasn’t turning. She was moving her thumb clockwise, but for some reason, the wheel wasn’t spinning. “Come on! Spin! Fucking spin!” she yelled at her phone. She finally gave up and threw her phone on the bed. “Oh well,” she sighed. “At least I have these beautiful boobies.” She cradled her large breasts as she was going to change into some fresh panties. She gasped as she breasts tingled again. “What the-,” was all Denise could say before her breasts grew again.

Her already huge breasts exploded forward. She orgasmed as her body generated more and more breast meat. Her ballooning tits ripped her shirt to shreds. Denise gripped her boobs to her body, causing her to orgasm again. “These are getting heavy,” she said, losing her balance because of her overflowing breasts and the sexual pleasure she was deriving thereof.

Eve was in bed, clad in black shorts and a pink tank top. All of her friends were at a Halloween party. A party she wasn’t invited too. She knew why guys never invited her to college parties. She wasn’t unattractive and physically she was fit. Her problem was that she lacked breasts. “It’s not my fault my breasts are small,” she said staring at them in disappointment.

She noticed a light coming out of her window. At first Eve thought it was nothing special, but the light was getting stronger. Then she noticed whatever was making the light was getting closer. The warm blue light blinded her. She shielded her face, but the light was far too strong. After she regained her sight she saw a woman wearing a black tanktop and black underwear. “Tada!” the woman yelled striking a pose.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my apartment!?” screamed Eve. “Relax, girl. I’m Fiona, your fairy godmother.” “What?” “Your fairy godmother. Look!” Fiona turned around. Eve saw a pair of blue butterfly wings sticking out of her back. “Those are so fake.” “Oh really?” asked Fiona as her wings levitated her off the ground. “Wow…” said Eve mesmerized by Fiona. She looked amazing! Fiona landed on the floor. “Alright that’s enough. Damn this room is small. How do you live like this?” Eve didn’t answer. “I’m sorry, Eve. It’s been a rough couple of months.” “It’s alright…” “I’m here to help you. I should have been there for you seven years, but there was some issues. I won’t bore you with the details. All I’ll say is that it has something to do with goblins, time travel, and the Denver International Airport.” “OK,” said Eve, not understanding at all what was happening. “I’m here to grant you a very special wish. Now I’m not going to turn a pumpkin into a chariot for you or anything like that. I’m here to grant you one special wish.” “Seriously?” “Yeah! Now of course you can’t wish for infinite wishes. That’s never been a thing. So, what’s it going to be.”

Eve thought about what it was she wanted. She looked at Fiona’s wings fluttering. They were amazing. She found herself wanting wings like those. The gears in her mind started turning, then she blurted, “I wish to be a fairy!” “What?” asked a flabbergasted Fiona. “I have nobody in my life. You’re the first person to pay attention to me in months. I’m invisible here.” “Hmmm. Well, I’ve never tried that before. But there’s a first time for everything.” Fiona rubbed her hands together. There was something forming in between her hands as she rubbed. It wasn’t long before a golden ball the size of a baseball formed in her hands. She then blew on the ball. It dissolved into dust and covered Eve. Fiona looked at Eve hoping something would happen.

After a few minutes, Eve bent over in pain. “Is this always so painful?” Eve asked through clenched teeth. “I don’t really know. I’ve never heard of a human turning into a fairy before. I don’t even know if it will work.” Fiona walked up to Eve to check her back. She saw wings forming on Eve’s back. That must be why it was hurting Eve so much.

The wings fully formed after a few seconds. Unlike Fiona’s blue wings, Eve had blue and green wings which tapered out to pink at the ends. “How do they look?” asked Eve standing next to Fiona. “See for yourself,” Fiona said snapping her fingers. Two mirrors popped into existence at angles so that Eve could see for herself. “Oh my God! They look amazing,” Eve beamed. Her wings fluttered lifting Eve a few inches off the ground. She giggled as she landed. “What does this mean?” she asked Fiona. “That’s up to you. Your magical now, girl,” said Fiona hugging Eve. “I have an idea,” said Eve staring at her tiny chest. “What-,” Fiona didn’t have a chance to finish.

Eve’s chest was swelling right in front of their eyes. Eve smiled from ear to ear as her breasts grew, stretching out her pink top. She made them stop when they were a little larger than her head. She groped her breasts through her shirt. “That felt amazing! You know what? I need one of these,” she said snapping her fingers. A bra magically appeared inside her shirt, pushing her breasts together. She had made the bra too small on purpose. She struck a pose next to her godmother.

“Very clever,” said Fiona “So what kind of fairy am I?” “That’s for you to decide. You asked to be a fairy. You didn’t say which kind. My work here is done. I’ll see you at home.” “Home?” “You didn’t think you’d live here, did you?” “But I don’t-,” Eve stopped herself. “Don’t what?” “How do I know where we live?” “Because you’re one of us. I’ll see you at home.” Fiona turned into a ball of warm blue light and left the way she came in.

Eve stood in her apartment. “What kind of fairy am I?” she asked herself. She stared down at her magically enhanced breasts. She smiled, as her hands gave off a faint glow. Her breasts crept forward some more. Even though she made them grow just a little, it still felt really good. “That’s what kind of fairy I should be,” she said smiling at her breasts. “A boob fairy!” And with that, Eve jumped out of her window and flew to where she knew home to be.

Brandi was in her grandmother’s attic moving some old boxes. Her grandmother died a little over a week ago and Brandi’s family was moving her stuff out. Brandi was volunteered to clean out the attic. “We all have to work as a team,” her mom said with a smirk. Brandi knew the real reason she had to go and she was jealous of that reason. The attic was cramped and filled with all sorts of things that made it difficult for her sisters move around up there.

Brandi’s older sister, Jessica, was twenty-eight with breasts that went down slightly past her navel. Her nineteen year-old sister, Kelly, had recently started college with breasts that rested proudly just above her navel. Her youngest sister, Cady, was Brandi’s biggest headache. Only fourteen years-old and Cady was entering high school with breasts larger than her head. At this rate, her breasts would be even larger than Jessica’s breasts by the time she graduated college, unless her hormones went into hyperdrive. Brandi was twenty-four and flat as a board.

Brandi cussed under her breath as she shoved a box from one side of the attic to the other and it tipped over. Luckily the only thing that fell out was a book covered in dust. Brandi sat the box back upright and shuffled over to the book. She’d never seen this before. She blew the dust off the book and coughed as it flew into her face. As she waved the dust from her eyes, she looked down at the title of the book. “Spelles, Curses, and Incantationes.” Brandi wrinkled her nose at the title. “Not very creative,” said Brandi looking through the book. While looking through the book she didn’t notice the head of her youngest sister peering over the attic door.

“Hey, Brandi!” Cady’s high-pitched voice sounded like a banshee’s wail. “Yes?” asked Brandi gritting her teeth. “Mom says we’re done for the day. We can go home now,” said Cady before she disappeared back downstairs. Brandi was silently grateful for this. She was covered in dust. She stepped down from the attic and walked to her mom’s car. Brandi’s mom and sisters were already waiting inside. Cady was in the front seat while Jessica and Kelly were in the backseat. Brandi sat behind her mom who was in the driver’s seat.

The ride back to Brandi’s apartment was bumpy, her sister’s breasts bounced every time the car bounced. Brandi could almost swear that Cady’s boobs were even bigger. She wasn’t alone in thinking that. “Looks like we need to go bra shopping again.” said Brandi’s mom. Cady stuck her chest out proudly. “Really? Let me feel,” said Jessica grabbing Cady’s breasts from behind. Cady giggled as Jessica fondled her breasts. God, Brandi couldn’t believe how jealous she was of her youngest sister. She was thankful she lived so close to her grandmother’s place. It wasn’t long before the car pulled up to Brandi’s apartment.

Brandi closed the door to her apartment, glad to be away from those women. It wasn’t that she hated her family, she just didn’t feel like she could relate to them. She wanted the insane breasts her sisters had. Hell her mom had breasts that just about rested her lap when she sat down. What she wouldn’t do for large bouncy breasts. She looked down disappointed at her meager chest and wiped away some dust on her front while she walked. She was thinking of taking a shower but she had a whole week to herself before she had to go back to work, so she decided to slum it in dusty clothes.

When Brandi got to the kitchen, she saw a book resting on the table. It was the spell book. “How did this get here?” She picked it up and looked through it, if only to find something entertaining to take her mind off of her sisters and their enormous racks. The first page was written in her grandmother’s writing. “My dear Brandi, This book is now yours. Use it well. I hope it will bring you infinite happiness as it did me. I love you very much.” Brandi smiled. Brandi loved her grandmother. She never treated Brandi any differently like the rest of her family did. She flipped through the book and stopped at a particular spell. It read “Breaste Enhancere.”

“You can’t just stick an extra ‘E’ at the end of every word,” Brandi snorted as she read. The spell seemed very simple. All she had to do was grab her chest (or lack thereof) and say a couple words. The only hard part were the words themselves. These words were utter nonsense and she had no idea how to pronounce them. She gave it a shot anyway. She grabbed her chest and said the words as best she could. Afterwards, she looked down hoping something would happen, but was disappointed. She tried again saying the words a different way. Nope. How about this way? Still nothing.

She realized how stupid this was. There was no such thing as magic. Especially not boobie growing magic. She took the book and lied down on the couch and flipped through more of the book. It wasn’t particularly thick and most of the spells were a lot more complicated that the Breaste Enhancere. One required a tomato that weighed a metric ton. She read through more and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

She dreamt that her sisters’ breasts were growing right in front of her eyes. The growth was fast. It wasn’t long before they rested on top of their growing tits. All four of them were in a small space that was rapidly filling up with luscious breast meat pushing Brandi up against the wall of the room. Brandi screamed as the growing walls of breast flesh pinned her. Her screams were muffled by their growing flesh and the laughs of her sisters.

Brandi awoke breathing heavily. She couldn’t believe how ridiculous the dream was. She looked down at the book, but her vision was blocked by a wall of cleavage. She sat upright shocked. Where did these boobs come from? She poked one of her breasts. This was real. She then grabbed her breasts. They overfilled her hands. No. That was the wrong word. They were overflowing her hands. Slowly but surely, her breasts were growing right in front of her eyes.

Brandi marveled at the size of her growing breasts. She was definitely larger than her baby sister and was now approaching Kelly’s size. How did this happen? She looked down at the spell book. She flipped back to the Breaste Enhancere spell. She only read the first part, there was another page going to into detail about the spell.

“Thise curse ise only intended fore one use pere persone. Thise curse workes differently fore everyone. Pronunciatione wille produce differente effectes,” Brandi read as she absent-mindedly groped her swelling melons as they took up more space in her shirt. It felt really good! “This is no curse, grandma,” giggled Brandi as she noticed her breasts surpassing her other sisters and starting to tear through her shirt. “How big are these going to get?” she asked herself.

She placed the spellbook on her distending shelf. “See if I can find some way to reverse this. Maybe not reverse it. This is nice. Maybe just stop it.” She tried to remember how she said it earlier. She said the incantation. The growth slowed then stopped. Her naked breasts overflowed her lap. “Now these are tits. I’m bigger than Mom now! These are amazing!” Brandi admired her breasts.

It was a rough day for Molly. She went to the bar earlier with her friends to pick up some guys and get free drinks. They really dressed up to emphasize their best assets. Molly’s friends wore outfits that accentuated their already prodigious cleavage. Molly, barely reaching a B-Cup, wanted every guy to focus on her fantastic ass. She did wear a striped shirt in order to make her small breasts seem larger than they actually were. It didn’t work. Guys flooded around her two friends, but Molly only got the rejects. She left the bar early. Her friends would be fine by themselves.

As she got back to her apartment building, her neighbor came out. “Hello Molly! Why the long face?” Mrs. Babaganoosh was the one person in the building who knew everyone’s business. Many thought she was the landlady, but she was just a nosy neighbor. Molly was not in the mood to listen to what Mrs. Babaganoosh had to say and half-listened as she talked. They walked to Molly’s apartment. “Talk to you later,” said Mrs. Babaganoosh as Molly closed the door.

“God, does she ever shut up!?” Molly shuffled to open the window. “It’s so hot in here.” Molly sat on the couch staring at the carpet. She had no idea how tired she was. She took off her booty jeans, her bottom covered by some black panties. She decided to sleep for a bit.

She was in the bar again with her friends. The guys of course were all over them, offering to buy them drinks. Molly stared at them, wishing she had what they had. She then felt something warm touch her hand. She thought it was some pervert trying to grope her. She looked down to see that her breasts were growing fast. Within minutes her breasts were resting firmly on the bar as they continued growing. Guys were starting to pay attention to her now. A hand touched one of Molly’s growing boobs and she yelped at the sensation. More and more phantom hands were groping her enlarging bosom. She was almost ready to hit orgasm when...

Molly awoke with a groan. “What a weird dream. Although it would be nice if something like that were to happen,” she admitted. She absentmindedly pulled her shirt down, but it wouldn’t go down all the way. “What the fu-.” Her words died as she looked to see her breasts were growing! “Holy shit!” She smiled. They were not growing as fast as they were in her dream, but the mounting growth was noticeable.

She struck a sexy pose on the couch, her breasts making her shirt tighter and tighter as they grew. She cradled her growing boobs in her hands. They felt really warm. She played with her breasts as they slowly overflowed her hands. She was getting turned on as she played with herself.

Her shirt rode over her growing breasts, their undersides becoming more and more visible as they struggled to hold Molly’s ballooning boobs. “Oh god, how big can they get? I hope this never stops!” she panted as she moved one of her hands from her growing mounds to her pussy, pleasuring herself through her panties. Her mouth hung open as the most intense pleasure ever experienced ran through her body.

Molly’s growing tits were now completely exposed as she cradled them in her arms, swinging them from side. “These are enormous...” She cooed softly as her breasts reached past her knees and showing no signs of slowing down. She knelt down to wrap her arms around as must growing flesh as she could.

She was much larger than she was in her dream. Her boobs were now pushing her arms further and further apart as they grew. Molly climaxed again as her breasts rested nicely on the carpet. In a moment of clarity, Molly wondered how this happened. Then it hit her. Mrs. Babaganoosh was babbling about a lot of stuff. She remembered something about a gas leak across the street and being told not to open the window, as the gas could slip in. “What kind of gas does this?” she asked her growing bosom before being turned on by the sight of her breasts.

Uma walked through the mall, upset. She could see couples throughout the mall who were very much in love or at the very least lust. She found herself staring at the girls. More so their breasts. These girls were wearing various shirts and dresses all showing cleavage. Uma had no breasts. She thought if she had big, beautiful boobs, she’d find a nice guy and she would finally be happy.

She continued walking through the mall looking at all the couples. One guy was ogling his girlfriend’s DD-cups through her tight white dress. An exercise couple walking the opposite direction, the woman’s huge breasts jiggling around in her sport’s bra. Then there was the young crackhead running away after he stole an old woman’s bag. Wait a second...

Uma, lost in her breast envy, didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. The drug addict crashed into Uma sending both of them tumbling to the ground. Mall security hauled off the drug addict. Uma got up, rubbing the back of her head. She picked up the bag the young punk left behind. “Is this yours?” The old woman smiled weakly at Uma as she walked up. “Thank you, child.” The old woman touched Uma’s wrist and dropped the bag. She seemed to be in excruciating pain. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “No, no, no, child! I just felt your aura! It’s so powerful!” Uma thought this lady was nuts. “The problem is that you keep it locked up inside you. You need to let it out. Here take this,” she said rifling through the recovered bag before pulling out a plain white shirt. “This will help you realize you’re potential and will help you keep it contained.” “I thought you said locking up my aura was a bad thing.” “No, no, no!” yelled the agitated old woman waving her hands around. “You don’t understand my dear! Please take this! It will help you!” “It’s a t-shirt.” “It’s no ordinary shirt, young one. I enchanted it. You will believe everything once you put it on. You might want to wait until you get home. You’re aura is very strong. You wouldn’t want to release it in public. Here take this bra as well. You’ll need it.” The old woman held up a black bra to the young girl. Uma realized there was no way she could refuse the old woman and took the shirt and bra. “Thank you,” she said. The old woman turned to walk away. She turned back to Uma and said, “I was going to give that gift to my granddaughter. She turns eighteen soon. She’s kind of a... bitch. That shirt has always belonged to you, Uma.” “Wait! How did you know my name?” asked Uma, but it was too late. The old woman was surprisingly fast for her age and disappeared among the shoppers.

Uma went back to her apartment and threw the shirt and bra on her bed. The back of her head still hurt from the collision. “Well,” she thought, “it might look good on me.” She took off the shirt she was currently wearing. She put on the bra. It was way too big for her. “Fuck,” she thought before putting on the white shirt. She stared at herself in the mirror. She did look really good in the shirt.

She looked down and tugged at the shirt so the bra wouldn’t look so cartoonish on her slim body. She pressed the shirt against her body to smooth it out. There was something odd going on. The shirt wouldn’t stay flat against her body. There was tenting going on and the more she tried to smooth it out, the worse the tenting got. It looked as if her breasts were growing. Wait... That was exactly what was happening.

Uma looked looked down her shirt as her breasts were slowly but surely growing to accommodate all the extra space in her bra. In a little over an hour, her growing breasts slightly crept over the bra cups. Her shirt rode up as her breasts slowly grew bigger, exposing her midriff. As her breasts continued growing, something else was happening.

Her shirt stopped riding up. As if by magic, her shirt produced more material as her breasts continued growing. Her bra also grew to cover more and more of her expanding bosom. “Holy shit, the gypsy was right!” Uma’s breasts crept forward about an inch every twenty minutes.

A smile formed as her breasts grew even bigger. She cooed as she danced sexually in front of her mirror, her boobs bounced rhythmically. She then pulled her shirt’s neckline down giving herself an impressive view of her cleavage as her shirt and bra continued to morph to keep Uma looking as presentable as possible with breasts the size of basketballs.

It was finally here! Nancy waited over a month for her new MP3 player. Her old one broke and she decided to treat herself to the best of the best MP3 players. She looked over thousands of reviews to find the best MP3 player. This was it. It boasted it could hold over one million songs. Nancy didn’t think that was true, but what sold her on the MP3 player were the earbuds. The earbuds were the thing that every reviewer raved about. She wasn’t sure why. They just looked like ordinary earbuds. She sat in front of her computer looking at the MP3 player.

It looked kind of plain. There was no way it would hold a thousand songs. She felt cheated. She shrugged and put a few of her favorite songs on the player. It had to serve some purpose right? She put the earbuds in and hit play. Her eyes shot wide open. She couldn’t believe it! It felt like she was there. She felt the music reverberate throughout her whole body.

Lost in the music, Nancy didn’t notice the transformation taking place. Her breasts, barely considered mosquito bites, were growing in rhythm to the music. Each thump of the bass made her breasts grow. Nancy was filled with a pleasure that felt better than sex. She rubbed her body sensuously.

As she was rubbing her hands stopped when they got to her chest. She felt something and it was growing. In a moment of clarity, Nancy looked down and gasped as she watched her breasts creep forward in tune with the music. She was so startled that she switched her player off. Her breasts stopped growing. They were smaller than her head.

“What the fuck?” asked Nancy cupping a swollen breast through the pink fabric of her stretched-out shirt confirming that they were hers. She stared at her swollen breasts, her deep breaths caused her boobs to rise and fall. “Wow, I was flat as fuck before!” she said jiggling her boobs. “I think I know why so many people love this thing,” said Nancy beaming at her MP3 player. “Hmmm… I wonder if…” she started before pressing play.

The music started up again as did Nancy’s breasts as they grew to the beat of the music. Nancy’s mouth was agape as she watched her breasts inflate even bigger. “How big will they get? Ohhh fuuuuuuuuuuck!” she moaned as the intensity of the music increased, causing her boobs to inflate faster, straining her shirt to the breaking point and moistening her pussy. Her tits felt like they were on sexual fire as they continued growing. She could feel her clothes rip as her mighty boobs grew through them.

Nancy’s breasts were almost in her lap as her shirt lost its valiant battle against her growing front. Nancy continued moaning practically jerking off her growing boobs with her legs. Nancy’s breasts were getting so big that she leaned forward, causing her breasts to slide off her legs and grow towards the floor. She began rubbing the growing mounds of flesh as they surged toward the floor.

“Alright, I think that should do it,” said Valerie screwing the plate into place. She had recently replaced all of the lights in the house with solar-powered CFL light bulbs. Electricians were supposed to install them, but Valerie was fed up with their incompetency so she did it herself. She never considered herself handy with tools, but this seemed simple enough. Another company installed the solar panels, and they were very efficient. Valerie looked at her phone. “And I did it all before I’m supposed to go to work. Okay, now to test this.” Valerie put her phone in her pocket and flipped the switch. The light flickered for a bit. Valerie held her breath and stared at the ceiling lamp hoping she nothing would catch fire.

The ceiling almost blinded Valerie and it finally turned on. She was ecstatic. She managed to save a ton of money and learned something new. The light was very warm on her skin. The warmth seemed to be focusing on her front. Her tiny bee stings where her breasts should be were tingling. “Mmmm, that feels good…” moaned Valerie as she rubbed her hot nipples through her black shirt. Lost in the pleasure, she didn’t notice the changes taking place within her own body.

Valerie’s tiny breasts were growing as she continued playing with herself. She tilted her head back and moaned. She arched backward exposing more of her growing breasts to the light. In the throes of her growing ecstasy, Valerie’s hand wandered over to the light switch and turned it off. She panted trying to catch her breath. “Oh my God, that felt better than sex!” she said rubbing her forehead trying to make sense of what happened. “I wonder what brought that-OH MY GOD!” Valerie noticed the enlarged size of her breasts.

She groped her enlarged, still-warm breasts through her black shirt. “How did this happen?” asked Valerie to herself. Remembering her adult responsibilities, she looked at her phone. “Shit! I’m going to be late!” Valerie ran out the door, her head-sized melons bouncing wildly the entire time. As she drove to work, she would steal glances down at her large breasts, being careful not to get into any accidents. The wheels turned in her head. “I turned on the light. Then I was turned on. Wait, did the light turn me on? Did the light make my boobs grow? Shit, I knew I did it wrong.” Valerie bit her lip. “Or did I do it right? These things are big and they’re… beautiful?” She could barely believe what she was thinking.

Valerie spent the whole day at work trying to hide her newly enlarged breasts. Her black shirt helped out a little but even the shirt would not be enough to hide them. She was a secretary at an insurance company and her desk was high enough that only her head would be visible from the rest of the office, but if a co worker were to walk over to her desk and hand her something or chat about something, they would get an eyeful. She was sweating. Valerie was nervous that her boss would find out and fire her or worse. Her boss walked out of his office. Valerie grew more nervous. She felt herself grow pale as her boss worked over to her. “Are you feeling okay, Valerie?” “What?” “You look under the weather. Are you feeling okay?” “Ummmm…” “Go home. It’s slow today. I’m about to head off myself.” “Thank you!” said Valerie getting ready to stand up but sat back down again so her boss wouldn’t get an eyeful of her new breasts. “Just get better,” her boss said walking back into his office.

She ran as fast as she could back to her car, her braless breasts jostled wildly as she did. She drove home as fast she could, biting her lip. “Goddammit! That light felt so good! It had to have been that fucking light. Maybe all the lights!” She parked in the driveway and bounced all the way inside the house. She dropped her things on the floor and bounced back into the room where the growth happened the first time. She flipped the switch and felt the warmth in her chest again.

Valerie felt the warmth in her breasts immediately and moaned as her she felt her breasts grow again. Her head-sized boobs pushed against her shirt as they ballooned forward. “This feels AMAZING!” she yelped as she groped her growing boobs. She loved every minute of it and never wanted it to stop. She looked down in surprise as her breasts started ripping through her shirt.

Valerie’s pale breast flesh tore through more and more of Valerie’s shirt as they continued growing. “How big are these things going to get?” she said as she switched from groping her breasts to caressing them as they grew past her knees. “Oh who cares!?” As her growing breasts touched the floor, she began kneading her breasts.

Puberty: a time for change. For some, it hits like a truck; for others, the truck never comes. For the then-thirteen-year old Georgia, she was concerned if she would even see the truck. She remembered looking into her bedroom mirror wondering if she would ever grow breasts like her classmates were. She wondered what it felt like to have boobs. She rubbed her flat chest and was shocked to find that her breasts were growing as she rubbed them.

She rubbed them more, curious to see how big they could get. Groping her breasts also felt really good. She stopped groping herself when she hit the DD mark. She slept happy that night. She awoke the next morning, her breasts smaller than when she went to bed. “What? No!” she cried. She held her tiny B-cup breasts in her hands and started groping them, hoping what happened last night wasn’t a dream.

Georgia was pleased that it wasn’t. Her breasts were growing as she groped them. She stopped groping when they were about a C-cup. “I’m only thirteen,” she thought. “I can’t make them too big.” She resolved to make herself only the second-biggest in her class. If she was the biggest, other girls would call her a slut, and guys would get grabby and may discover her secret.

This system worked well for her until she started college. She was at a sorority. Her F-cup breasts straining against her top. She had seen one other girl that was pushing H-cups. She decided not to press her luck with G-cups. The sorority president was conducting interviews. It was Georgia’s turn. “Good afternoon, I’m Cynthia,” said the president extending her hand. “Georgia,” said Georgia shaking her hand. Her breasts bounced a little in her top. They sat down.

“Now Georgia, I hope you know that this sorority is more than just parties and sex. Those things do happen, but we also have an image to maintain. We’re a family. We help each other be the best that we can be,” said Cynthia writing something down. “Between you and me, you’re a shoe-in. I just have two questions for you. First off, just out of curiosity, how big are you?” “I uhh… think I’m an F-cup,” said Georgia slightly embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. It’s just us girls here after all. And an F-cup! That’s great! And I’m guessing those are all natural too. These DD-cups I’m packing aren’t real. They were a graduation gift from my parents. The boob fairy must have loved you,” Cynthia laughed. Georgia laughed too, feeling more at ease. “Second question: Do you have any medical conditions we should know about? We don’t want our potential sisters getting hurt.” Georgia thought for a minute. She had kept her breasts a secret from everyone, but she really liked Cynthia and wanted to be honest with her.

“There is something,” said Georgia. “Okay,” said Cynthia getting ready to write something. “I’ve never told anyone this but… I can make my boobs grow.” Cynthia dropped her pen. “What?” “I can make my boobs larger by groping them. I could do this ever since I was thirteen.” “Georgia, quit pulling my leg.” “It’s true!” “Prove it.” “What?” “Make your tits bigger. I want to see this.” Georgia got up, took a deep breath, and groped her boobs. Cynthia’s mouth hung open as she watched Georgia grow. Georgia stopped groping, her G-cup breasts threatening to tear through her top. “Holy shit!” said Cynthia walking closer to Georgia. “Is this real?” Georgia just looked down her at her swollen boobs sheepishly. “How big can they get?” “I don’t know. This is the biggest I’ve ever made them. They shrink if I don’t grope them for a while.” “Can I touch them?” “...Okay…” Cynthia placed her hands on Georgia’s fleshy orbs. They were real. Cynthia couldn’t believe it. She began hefting them. Georgia squeaked as she felt her breasts grow in Cynthia’s hand. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” said Georgia running out of the sorority, her breasts bouncing on the way out before Cynthia could stop her.

Georgia awoke the next morning, her breasts reduced down to DDD-cups. She had a text from Cynthia asking her to come to the sorority for initiation. She was glad that her growing breasts didn’t ruin her chances. She put on a top that showed a generous amount of cleavage and bounced to the sorority. Cynthia was waiting for her at the door. “Hey you. I’m glad I didn’t scare you yesterday. Come on in.” Georgia walked into the house behind Cynthia. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No I’m okay.” Georgia heard the door slam behind her. Before she could turn around, she felt something grab her arms and pull them behind her back. Georgia screamed. Cynthia turned around, a devilish grin across her face. “You said yesterday that the biggest you’ve ever made your tits is a G-cup. I felt you grow in my hands. I want to see how big you can get.”

Georgia screamed as Cynthia latched onto her boobs. Cynthia could feel Georgia growing in her hands. There were two other sorority sisters. One held Georgia’s arms behind her back, the other just watched. “Holy shit! You’re right,” said a sorority sister. “I can see her growing.” “Holy shit. They’re pushing against my fingers!” said the sorority sister holding Georgia’s arms. Georgia felt them getting bigger and bigger in her shirt. Cleavage was overflowing as Cynthia continued groping. Georgia’s breathing was shallow. “Is she getting off on this?” asked the sister behind Georgia. Georgia moaned as her breasts tore through her top, spilling into Cynthia’s hand.

Cynthia kept groping, her breathing almost as shallow as Georgia’s. Georgia’s breasts were getting so large, Cynthia was having a hard time lifting them. “Louise, grab one of them,” said Cynthia. Louise, who up to this point was only watching, grabbed Georgia’s rapidly overflowing  right boob. Cynthia, unable to control herself anymore, lifted Georgia’s distending nipple and placed in her mouth, causing Georgia’s legs to buckle. “You both are getting off on this!?” said the sister behind Georgia. Louise latched her mouth onto Georgia’s swelling left boob and sucked on a nipple. This action caused Georgia to let loose an ear-shattering scream. “She’s getting really heavy,” said the sister holding Georgia. She dropped Georgia. Georgia, her breasts, Cynthia and Louise fell to the ground. Cynthia and Louise didn’t stop groping and sucking Georgia’s growing breasts. Her breasts were getting so big that Cynthia and Louise were using their entire bodies to fondle her breasts, making them grow even larger. The third girl, Katie, climbed on top of Georgia’s growing mounds and mashed her body into Katie’s cleavage. Before long all four girls climaxed to the sights and feels of Georgia’s ballooning boobs. They all passed out.

“You’re seriously dumping me because my tits are too small?” Rose asked her boyfriend of two years. “To say your tits are small is underselling it,” said Max matter-of-factly. “What do you mean?” “You’re completely flat.” Rose felt like she was punched in the gut. Tears were welling up “Why are you doing this?” “I like tits. I can’t help it. Look I have to leave. I uh… have a date.” “What!?” “I’ve been seeing someone else.” “How long?” “Three months. She has great big tits. There’s no way you can compete with her.” “Get out.” “Excuse me?” “GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!” screamed Rose pushing her now ex out of the house.

Rose sat behind her front door, listening to Max drive away. She picked herself up and walked back to the kitchen. She was determined not to let her ex get to her. At the same, Max’s comments about her lack of breasts did damage her. She had heard it from other people but never thought she’d hear it come from Max. She opened a cabinet under the sink and took out a bottle of very expensive wine.

She thought tonight would be the night Max would propose to her. He had talked about going to his grandmother’s house. Max’s grandmother had an old ring that Rose adored. Rose thought Max was going over there to retrieve the ring and ask her to marry him. She bought a three thousand bottle of wine to commemorate the occasion. She turned the bottle over in her hand. “Well I’m not going to let this go to waste,” Rose said as she retrieved a wine glass.

Rose stood in front of the mirror looking at her rail-like figure, holding a glass of wine in her hand. Next to the mirror was an end table with pictures of her and Max. She looked at them drinking her wine. She felt something push against her gray top. She looked down and noticed her boobs were growing. “What the hell?” she asked as her breasts kept growing.

It felt amazing. She started groping herself. She stopped herself and stared at the photos of Max again. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to enjoy this. These are all mine,” said Rose as she flipped all the pictures face down with one hand and clutching her wine glass with the other. Satisfied that “Max”  couldn’t see her, she continued groping her breasts, enjoying the sensations. “How did this happen? Was it the wine?” Rose drank the rest of her wine and gasped as she felt and watched her breasts grow again. “No way! It is the wine! Totally worth the three thousand dollars!” she yelled as her breasts ripped through her gray top.

Rose jumped up and down, her naked bouncing and slapping against her stomach. “What if I give myself even bigger tits?” she thought. She skipped to the kitchen, her swollen mammaries swaying the entire way. She grabbed the wine bottle and prepared to down the whole thing, but then she stopped herself. “I have an idea.”

Rose took all of Max’s framed photos and placed them face down on the coffee table. She took the bottle of wine and raised it to her lips. “Hope you like big tits, Max.” She drank the bottle. Rose felt the growth almost immediately. Her swelled down to the coffee table as she continued drinking. Her breasts pressed against the pictures as they continued swelling. Rose was drinking so much, that come spilled down her cleavage as it continued deepening.

She felt the table strain against her ballooning bosom and heard frames cracking. She giggled as she drank more. The table was buckling underneath her growing tits. She knew it was only a matter of time. The table could no longer handle Rose’s growing mammaries and splintered to the floor. Her breasts were so heavy that she ended up getting pulled on top of her boobs as they grew bigger and bigger. She orgasmed as her breasts grew one final time. She passed out on top of her bed-sized breasts.

She awoke a few hours later in a daze. Her hair was disheveled and her skin reeked of sweat. She rubbed her eyes and then laid her hand down on something warm. “Warm, like my boobs when- HOLY SHIT!” she yelled. “It wasn’t a dream or hallucination. It was real!” Rose began caressing her titanic breasts. She looked along her cleavage and noticed that the wine bottle was nestled deep within it. She retrieved the bottle and saw it was half-full

Diana laid on her bed, scrolling through her Instagram feed. She saw a few photos from her friends but most of the accounts she followed were big breasted porn stars and idols. She was jealous of them. She wanted to be just like them. She admired the contours of their breasts and the way they stretched out whatever they were wearing.

Diana wasn’t unattractive. She had a lovely face with nice eyes framed by long curly brown hair. She was physically fit and had a great butt. Her problem was her front, or rather, her lack of front. Diana kept hoping time and time again for huge boobs. She spent a lot of her free time on the internet reading stories and watching videos. All of these had one thing in common: they were all about huge breasts. Not just huge. Gargantuan. Record-breaking. Seen all the way from space. She found that imagining about herself that big made her quite horny. She was thinking about it right now and fell asleep.

In her sleep, a great transformation was taking place. Her breasts were inflating at a snail’s pace. She woke up about twenty minutes later. “Oh wow, I can’t believe I fell asleep,” Diana said rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. Her eyes adjusted to her being awake and glanced down at her swollen boobs. She did a double-take. “Did my tits really grow?” she asked herself. She grabbed them and squeezed eliciting a gasp. “Wow these girls are really sensitive,” she breathed.

She sat on her bed, marveling her new hooters in her hands and noticed that her breasts will filling her hands, spreading her fingers further and further apart. “They’re growing! OH MY GOD! YES! Keep growing girls!” Her breasts crawled further and further away from her body as they grew. Every once in awhile, she thought her breasts had stopped growing. “Don’t you dare stop-,” she would say but they were growing so slowly, sometimes she didn’t notice.

A canyon of creamy cleavage dominated more and more of her view as the hours ticked by. Her breasts took more space in her shirt as they grew. She began stroking the undersides of her breasts through her shirt. “How big are they going to get?” moaned Diana as she stroked. “These feel so gooooooooood…” Her shirt was losing ground as her breasts reached toward her head and legs, making her shirt look more like a tube top.

Diana didn’t even realize how late it was as her breasts starting ripping through her shirt. She broke from her lust-fueled revelry as she heard threads rip. “Holy fuck! You girls are really getting big.” She loved it. She didn’t want anything to contain her ripening melons. Her hair had matted as she continued playing with her distending orbs. Her ballooning breasts had ripped through her shirt she casually took her torn shirt and threw it somewhere, not caring where it landed. She continued kneading her swelling titties as they slowly began flow past her lap. “This is the best thing to ever happen to me,” Diana moaned.

Twas the night of prom and all through the house, a mother sat down her eighteen-year old daughter on the couch to talk. “Carolyn, could you please have a seat next to Momma?” Carolyn sighed. She dreaded this moment. “Mom, I already know about condoms and all that from Sex Ed.,” said Carolyn. “It’s not that. Please sit down.” Carolyn sighed once again but humored her mom. “Now tonight is going to be very special for you. Nothing will ever be the same for you after tonight.” “Jesus, Mom. I’m not going to get pregnant tonight. I don’t even have a date,” Carolyn said tears welling up. “I know that. I’m sorry,” said Carolyn’s mom patting her daughter’s knee. Carolyn was dating a supposedly very nice guy called Jayden. Two days before prom, she found him kissing Maya outside the cafeteria. His explanation was that he couldn’t be seen dating someone who had no tits. Not even mosquito bites came close to how underwhelming her chest was. She didn’t understand. Her mom had huge tracts of land. She thought for sure she’d inherit her mom’s genes for bra-busting boobs. She stared at her mom’s J-cup chest as she tried to explain something to her daughter. “Is this about boys. Don’t worry. Dad says if anyone hurts his little girl, then he will make the boy wish he was never born. Can I leave now? I’m late!” “Carolyn, you are my daughter.” “Yeah, sure,” said Carolyn staring at her mom’s boobs. “I know you’re upset, but something will happen tonight. You wouldn’t believe if I told you. I didn’t believe my mom when she told me. I really wish you would reconsider going out tonight. This prom couldn’t have come at a worst time.” “Mom, stop! You’re being weird. I can’t not go. It’s PROM!” “Yes, I know, and you should have fun.” Carolyn was clearly agitated. “OK. I put something in your purse. When that magical moment happens, everything will start to make sense.” “Dad already put like ten condoms in my purse already,” said Carolyn clutching her huge purse off the table. “God, it’s the biggest night of my life, and my parents are freaks.” Carolyn got up, put on her heels, and walked out the door. Carolyn’s mom shook her head. “You have no idea how big this night’s going to be,” she said eyeing her own breasts as Carolyn left. Carolyn’s dad put his hand on her mom’s shoulder. “You tell her?” he asked. “Tried,” said Carolyn’s mom. Her dad starting massaging her shoulders and neck. “I mean, what do you say to an eighteen-year old? I was lucky. I was in my room when it happened. She’s going to be out in public surrounded by a bunch of boys. Aren’t you worried?” “Of course I’m worried,” said Carolyn’s dad as he started kissing the back of her mom’s neck. “There’s not much we can do. Carolyn has a one-track mind.” ”Remind of you anyone?” said Carolyn’s mom as her dad hefted a large breast in his hand. “Yep. It’s why you love me.”

“God, my parent’s are such freaks!” said Carolyn. “What’d they do this time?” asked Wendy, her best friend. “My dad put a bunch of condoms in my purse” “Mine did too! I think he thinks I’ll magically turn straight or something.” “My mom made me wear this baggy dress. Oh, and tonight before I left my mom, told me something would happen tonight.” “You mean sex-wise?” “I think so. My mom wouldn’t say. She even said she put something in my purse to help. I haven’t looked for it yet. Might be buried underneath.” “You think Jayden will come to his senses and take you back?” “Fuck Jayden. I wouldn’t take him back, if he was the last guy on Earth.” They were sitting at a table with a few other seniors after dancing for a few songs. A slow song was on, so they decided to take a break and watch the couples dance. Right in front of their table was Maya and Jayden. Carolyn wished she could go Carrie on both of them.

“What does she have that I don’t?” asked Carolyn. “The biggest tits in school,” said Wendy practically drooling over the cleavage on display in Maya’s dress. “She’s not that big. My mom’s bigger.” Wendy snapped out of her trance when Carolyn mentioned her mom. “Yeah, what’s the deal? I thought for sure you’d grow to be bigger than Maya by now. It’s...you know...genetics…” “Would you stop staring? I know you like girls and big boobs, but they won’t grow by you staring at them.” “God, I would love to make people grow like that.” “Knowing you, you’d make everyone as big as my mom.” “Oh no, I’d make them much bigger. Everyone would have at least P-cup potatoes wobbling in their clothes. That would be heaven.”

The slow song was over. “Ready to dance?” asked Carolyn extending her hand to Wendy. “Always, my dea-,” Wendy’s eyes bulged out of her head and mouth hung open. She pointed at Carolyn’s chest. “What did I say about staring?” asked Carolyn rhetorically as she followed Wendy’s gaze to her own chest. Her face looked like Wendy’s when she finally saw what was going on inside her dress. Her breasts were growing inside her dress, taking up a lot of slack that her mom deemed necessary. “What do I do?” asked Carolyn as she tried to minimize the presence of her growing boobs with her arms. Wendy snapped out of her shocked lust. “Follow me. Grab your purse,” said Wendy grabbing Carolyn by the arm as she dragged her to the bathroom at the far end of the school. Carolyn felt her blossoming breasts jiggle as Wendy pulled her into the girl’s room. “What are you doing?” asked Carolyn. “Avoiding an accident,” said Wendy. Carolyn felt her arms being slowly spread apart by her growing boobs. “Is this the big change my mom was talking about?” asked Carolyn a bead of sweat forming on her head. “Check your purse. You said your mom put something in there to help right?” “Oh my god, Wendy. You’re a genius!” said Carolyn as she dug through her cavernous purse. She chucked every condom she found trying to find her mom’s mystery gift into the nearby trash can. Her breasts crept forward as she looked. Wendy did everything in her power not to jump on top of Carolyn and grope her growing tits.

“I found it,” said Carolyn retrieving out a black bra out of her purse and holding it triumphantly, causing her distending bosom to bounce wildly. “Oh nice,” said Wendy looking at her friend’s breasts. Carolyn held the bra in front of inflating breasts. “Um… the cups are bigger than me,” she said nervously. “You’re not done growing yet. Wait until it’s done.” “You just want to watch me get bigger.” Wendy just stared numbly at Carolyn’s ballooning boobs. They both just sat on the floor and watched as Carolyn’s boobs dominated more of their view. After a few minutes Wendy asked, “Does it feel good?” “What?” asked Carolyn hypnotized by her growing boobs. “You’re panting, and I can see your nipples poking out. Does it feel good?” Carolyn bit her lip not wanting to be honest. “Can I touch them. I’d like to feel them grow.” “...OK,” said Carolyn hazy from the sensations her growing boobs were eliciting. She poked them with a finger as if she was afraid they would pop like bubbles. A sexy moan came out of Carolyn’s mouth as Wendy poked her breasts.

After few more minutes (and tests by Wendy) Carolyn’s breasts stopped growing. “It’s done,” said a relieved Carolyn. “Fantastic,” said Wendy trying not to pout. She obviously wanted Carolyn to be bigger. “Let’s see how this bra fits”, said Carolyn as she turned her back to Wendy and lowered her dress. Wendy could see Carolyn’s swollen boobs from behind. “I need some help, Wendy.” Wendy silently helped Carolyn with the clasps. “Thanks, girl.” said Carolyn has she pulled her dress up over her bust. She turned around with a pose, causing her breasts to quake like jello. “How do I look?” she asked. Carolyn’s dress showed an abundance of cleavage. “Amazing,” sighed Wendy. “I don’t think my mom knew I was going to get this big. I’m way too big for this bra now.” “Oh she knew what she was doing. You’re bigger than Maya that’s for sure, but not as big as your mom.” “Thank God. If I had boobs that size, I’d break my back.” Carolyn noticed her friend was pouting. “Come here,” said Carolyn as she drew her friend for a hug. Wendy felt her own C-cup boobs mash into Carolyn’s whoppers. Carolyn then grabbed Wendy’s head and pulled it towards her cleavage, causing her to motorboat her enlarged breasts.

Carolyn and Wendy returned to the dance noticing the stares directed at Carolyn’s bust. They sat back down at their table. Some guys came over to Carolyn complimenting her and asking her to dance. Carolyn declined each offer. Wendy tensed as each guy approached as she felt possessive of Carolyn and her new bust. “You’re my date tonight,” said Carolyn to Wendy making her feel more comfortable. “They just to get their hands on these,” said Carolyn shaking her boobs. Wendy made a strange face as she did that. “Hang on, something’s wrong,” said Carolyn adjusting her dress. Wendy turned to look. “Holy shit Carolyn! You’re growing again!”

Carolyn’s hand gravitated to her breasts as they distended further. “Wendy, help me. I don’t know what to do!” More and more of the student body watched as Carolyn’s breasts grew bigger. “Follow me,” said Wendy as she grabbed Carolyn’s hand and ran out of the dance. “Where are we going?” asked Carolyn, her breasts bouncing as more mass was added. “Tech center. It’s empty and we’ll have privacy.” “Isn’t it locked?” “Yeah, but it’s shitty. Kids sneak in there all the time.” Carolyn and Wendy exited the school and made their way to the tech center. Carolyn had to slow down to carry her excess inflating breast flesh. Wendy fiddled with the lock until she heard a click. “Got it,” she said. “Come on.” Carolyn had to step sideways through the doors. Her dress was doing it’s best to keep Carolyn covered, but she heard something rip. It was the bra.

It was the beginning of summer, and Josie couldn’t wait for the concert series to start. Every year around this time, there would be a concert played in a local park every Friday. Most of the time, it was country music. Josie loved it. Not just the country music, but also the men. Josie loved looking at the cowboys that were at the concerts.

She spent the whole day walking around the house wearing a white crop top and black panties. The concert would start in about nine hours so she had plenty of time to get ready. She had ate a late breakfast and put the dishes in the sink when she noticed a stain on her front. “Shit,” Josie said rubbing the stain trying to get it out. That only made it worse.

“Dammit,” said Josie as she walked to her bedroom to get another shirt. She took out a plaid crop top. She never wore this before. The anti-theft tag was still on it. Josie’s family was very rich, and she was used to getting what she wanted. She only stole to see if she could. She had already been banned from four stores. This crop top was from a new store that supposedly had a unique anti-theft system. “Anti-theft my ass. This was too easy,” she said as she snapped off the tag with a pair of pliers.

“Damn, this material feels nice,” said Josie tying it in the front. She looked at her phone. Only six more hours until the concert. She went to the bathroom to take an Instagram picture. Josie was ready to take a photo when she gasped in surprise.

Before now, Josie’s breasts could at most be considered mosquito bites. Her mosquito bites were growing in the crop top. Josie’s mouth hung open as she held her phone up to the mirror. Josie snapped the picture as her breasts distending outward at a steady rate. “Holy shit!” yelled Josie putting the phone down and squishing her growing boobs.

“How did this happen?” Josie asked as her boobs continued ballooning outward. She watched them fill out her crop top, slowly unraveling the knot. “Is this supposed to be the anti-theft system? Make me too big to steal anything?” asked Josie. “Maybe this isn’t so bad, as long as they don’t get TOO big,” said Josie striking a sexy pose, emphasizing her growing front.

“Okay, this is getting out of hand,” said Josie as her bulging breasts undid the knot. “I need to get this off.” Josie tried to the crop top off over her head. Her sleeves were stuck. “Ow, that fucking hurts!” said Josie as she stopped trying to pull the crop top off. She looked at the sleeve trying to figure out why it was stuck. Her breasts continued ballooning outward. “What the-,” Josie started and gasped. The crop top sleeves had adhered to her skin. “Holy shit!” she yelled.

Josie ran to the kitchen, her tits wobbling from side to side as they swelled. She fetched a large knife from a drawer and tried cutting the shirt off. “It’s not doing anything,” said a panicked Josie as her breasts continued growing. “How big are they going to get?” she wondered. Out of ideas, she tried pushing them back into her body causing her to moan. “Wow, these things are really sensitive,” she panted as her mammaries distended further.

It was the biggest and last college party of the year and Lana would be missing it. She had the flu. She thought it wouldn’t affect her, but by the time she was supposed to leave for the party, Lana was nearly comatose on the floor. Her roommates, not wanting to miss their last party before graduation, laid a comforter on top of her prone body before they went out. Lana was out for an hour.

She woke up feeling groggy. Her head was swimming. Lana got up slowly noticing that she was on the floor and that her friends covered her up before heading out. “Oh well,” reasoned Lana standing on two shaky legs. “Party would probably suck anyway.” It was a very casual party. Lana was dressed in a loose fitting long-sleeved shirt with a plain white undershirt and jeans.

She shuffled to the pull-out couch, clutching the comforter close to her body like she was a Peanuts character. She plopped down on the couch, aching everywhere. She grabbed the nearby remote and started channel surfing. She tried watching various shows but, each sitcom was noisier and worse than the next. She turned off the TV and squished herself into the couch trying to fall asleep again.

After minutes of tossing and turning, Lana shrugged the comforter off of her and onto the floor. “I’m starving,” sighed Lana as she got up and trudged to the fridge to see what she could find. “Typical,” she sighed. A case of beer and a drawer full of gas station burritos were all that was stocked. Her flat stomach growled. Lana had nothing to eat all day, so she needed something. She placed the burrito in the microwave and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and got some water from the sink. It was better than beer.

Lana finished the burrito, too sick to know if it tasted good or not. She was texting her roommates asking about the party. “Are you feeling okay?” her roommate texted. “Yeah, just feeling lethargic. Not really doing anything. I ate one of those shitty burritos. Couldn’t even taste it.” “What are you drinking?” “Just faucet water.” “If you’re feeling better, go ahead and take some beer from the fridge.” “Don’t worry. I will.” Lana turned off her phone and threw the burrito wrapper in the trash. She grabbed a beer from the fridge. She turned on the TV again, trying to find something to watch. Lana found a program that she could watch and drank some of her beer.

After a few minutes, Lana’s chest started itching. She scratched herself and felt something odd. She looked down and saw that her shirt was distorted. She tried smoothing out her shirt and felt something she’d never felt before. She looked down her shirt and gasped. Her breasts were growing, rapidly dwarfing her bra, which she only wore when it was cold. The itchiness she felt before was replaced by pleasure.

She cackled as her chest grew, rapidly dwarfing her bra. She felt her bra snap as breasts ballooned further. She just laughed as the growth subsided. “Holy shit!” she said, grabbing her breasts. “These things are huge.” She hefted them. “And heavy too,” she giggled. “How does something like this happen? Oh well, I’m so happy to finally have boobs.” Lana swung her new bust around laughing. “I have to text my roommates about this,” she said grabbing her phone. She drank the rest of her beer.

Lana had just started texting her roommates when she felt her breasts start to itch again. “No way,” she said as the itchiness was once again replaced with pleasure and watched in awe as her chest grew again. Lana was ecstatic and moaned as her boobs continued growing. Her shirt rode up, ready to expose her midriff when the growth subsided. “Oh come on,” Lana pouted. “Get bigger girls,” She commanded her breasts. It felt really good and she wanted more.

Lana got up and threw her empty beer bottle away in the trash can. She watched her newly-grown breasts wobble as she walked. She also reached underneath her shirt and took out her now too small bra and threw that away as well. “Now, how did this happen?” she asked herself leaning against the counter. She folded her arms underneath her humongous hooters and raised them. She watched them rise and fall with her breath. “Was it the burrito? No. I grew twice. Was it the beer, then? Hmmm. One way to find out,” she bounced over the fridge and took out the case of beer. It was an eighteen pack, seventeen now that Lana drank one.

“If one beer did this, imagine what the rest would do,” she told her breasts. She picked up a beer, examined it. It didn’t look strange. “Oh well. Bottom’s up.” Lana drank the beer. She was halfway finished when her breasts started itching again. “It is the beer!” Lana exclaimed as her breasts started inflating once again. Her shirt rose higher and higher as more of it was needed to accommodate her growing bosom. Lana cackled like a witch as they grew.

Kylee stomped her way up to the door of her neighbor’s house clutching her cell. She was wearing a pink dress with flower designs. She pounded on the door. Kylee had moved to the neighborhood not even two months ago. She got a great deal on the house that seemed too good to be true at the time. Now she knew why the real estate company wanted to get rid of it.

Her neighbor was a self-proclaimed inventor, but all he inventing was a lot of noise which didn’t go well with Kylee’s hangover. She banged on the door again. “I know you’re home!” Kylee shouted. A slot moved on the door and a pair of deep blue eyes stared down at her. “No thanks. I’m not interested. Please leave. Thank you,” said the owner of the eyes, closing the slot.

Kylee reached for the slot to keep it open but all it did was pinch her fingers. “Ouch! Goddammit, I’m your neighbor I need to talk to you!” yelled an agitated Kylee. The slot opened again. “What do you want? I’m very busy.” said the voice. “I have asked you before to keep the noise down.” “Correct.” “Look, I’m tired. I’m hungover. Your noise is making things worse.” “Sorry, but I already told you that in my line of work, things get loud sometimes.” “I’ve had enough of this! You haven’t invented a damn thing, and if you don’t stop right now, I’m going to call the sheriff’s office and have you and whatever you’ve got going on in there thrown out onto the street!” “Nonononono! You can’t do that!” “Give me one good reason! One good reason I shouldn’t call the police department!” “My lease isn’t up yet, and I don’t want to be homeless.” “Then quit ‘inventing’ shit and get a real job like the rest of us.” “I can’t do that.” “Why not!?” “Then I’d have to be around other people. I don’t do well around people.” “That’s it! I’m done! I’m calling the sheriff right now!” yelled Kylee walking out onto her neighbor’s lawn. She heard a series of locks click open and a pale figure appear by the door holding some type of device. It looked like a amplifier attached to an old remote.

“Stop! Please don’t!” pleaded the inventor. “Nope. I’m calling them right now. See?” Kylee recited the numbers she was pushing. She was being slow and deliberate proving to the pale inventor that she wasn’t kidding. The inventor did a number of finger movements on his device, pointed the device at Kylee, covered his eyes, and pushed a button. Kylee had the phone up to her ear, but a rapid series of green, pulsating lights shot out of the amplifier and hit Kylee right in the chest.

Up until this point, Kylee had no breasts, but that all changed as the lights pulsed their way towards her. Her breasts started growing as they seemed to absorb the lights and convert it to flesh. Her breasts ripped a V-shape in her dress, giving it a neckline. It was only a minute, but her breasts grew to be slightly smaller than her head. She first stared at her breasts, then at the inventor. She looked like she was going to murder someone. The inventor flinched away from her. Her expression softened as she continued staring at the inventor.

She took the phone away from her ear. “What the fuck are these?” she asked. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t have me arrested,” said the inventor not looking at Kylee. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t work,” said Kylee. The inventor breathed a sigh of relief. “Can you make them smaller? Not back to their original size, just smaller,” asked Kylee tapping her cell. “Yeah, sure. Come in.” “Why don’t you just do it out here?” “Are you sure you want to do this in public?”

Kylee saw his point and walked in. The house was very nice. This guy was doing very well for himself. It looked a lot nicer on the inside than outside. “I’m Kylee.” “Nash,” said the inventor leading her to the living room. The living room was the biggest room in the house. One wall was completely black. She then realized it was giant TV screen. “What do you watch on that?” Kylee said pointing. “I mostly play video games on that. Sit here,” Nash gestured to the couch. He fiddled with the device a bit more as she sat down, her breasts stretching proudly from her chest. “I should tell you that this is only a prototype. It was only supposed to make your cell to loud to operate. It’s an amplifier. It wasn’t designed to do...that,” said Nash drawing a big circle around Kylee’s big front. “Can you make them smaller?” asked Kylee as she stuffed her cell into her cleavage. “I should. How small do you want them?” “Just point and shoot and I’ll tell you when.” “K,” said Nash. He made a few more adjustments. He then pointed the device at Kylee’s chest and held his breath. Kylee did the same, making her breasts appear bigger. Green lights shot out of the amplifier again, but they were slower, more prolonged lights. Kylee looked at her chest waiting for her breasts to shrink.

The exact opposite happened. Her breasts were growing again. The V-shape on her dress grew as her growing breasts ripped her dress even more. “Stop! Stop! STOP!” yelled Kylee. Nash shut off the amplifier. Kylee’s breasts grew until they were twice the size of her head. “I told you this was a prototype,” said Nash gawking at Kylee’s new melons. Kylee just sat there rubbing her head with one hand and her breasts with the other. “Oh God! Kylee, your head isn’t growing is it?” “No! I’m a little hungover. These are making my headache worse,” said Kylee patting her breasts. “OK,” said Nash thinking. “I can fix this. I know I can fix this. I just need to pick up some things. Just stay here, and try to sleep. I’ll make you something that will take care of the hangover and the headache.” “Thanks, Nash,” said Kylee. Nash just nodded as Kylee laid out on the couch. Nash went to the kitchen and brewed his hangover cure-all. He made a glass of it and put it on the counter before heading out.

Kylee woke up a few hours later. Nash still wasn’t back yet. Her head was pounding as she got up. She got up and looked around. Her eyes focused on her enlarged breasts for a couple seconds, before she remembered about Nash’s hangover cure. She saw a glass on the counter with green fluid and bounced over to it. She hoped this would cure her headache. “Only one way to find out,” she said as she downed the thing.

It was delicious. Kylee felt her headache clear up almost instantly. “Wow!” she said. “I feel great! Looks like Nash is a brilliant inventor after all. Now if only he could fix these boobs.” Kylee looked down at her breasts and saw that they were growing again. “What the fuck?” asked Kylee as her ballooning breasts tore her dress further. “How did thi-Oh my god. The fucking hangover potion! Guess that’s a prototype too,” Kylee reasoned. Her breasts threatened to rip her dress completely before they stopped growing.

“Jesus Christ, these are fucking huge! I don’t think they make clothes this big. I didn’t think they boobs this big either,” said Kylee absent-mindlessly rubbing her titanic titties. “Wow, these are sensitive too,” she giggled. “What if I don’t want these to get smaller?” she asked herself. She looked around for the amplifier, her breasts swinging from side to side as she looked. She saw it sitting next to the sink and plodded over to it. Picking it up, she looked it over and pressed buttons, turned nobs, and swiped screens. “I think I got it,” said Kylee has she heaved her breasts back to the living room. “What if this room isn’t big enough?” she wondered.

The beach was deserted. Every access point was sealed off, but to three local girls finding another way to get to their favorite beach was very simple. Margie, Piper, and Ivy crept as silently as they could whilst carrying an umbrella, a cooler filled with beer, beach chairs, and towels allowed them too. “Are you guys sure we should be doing this? What if they have guns?” whispered Ivy all the way in the back. “Relax,” said Margie in the front, not at all worried if someone else was there. “There’s not going to anyone else there, especially not anyone with a gun.” “What if we die from radiation poisoning?” whispered a more panicked Ivy. “Why else would the government seal the beach off and prevent everybody from coming even close to here? There has to be a reason.” “Would you shut up!?” whispered an annoyed Piper creeping in front of Ivy. “My brother says the government does this shit all the time, just to keep us peasants frightened.” “Wasn’t your brother arrested for trying to steal a smoothie machine?” asked Margie rolling her eyes. “Two smoothie machines,” Piper corrected. “It doesn’t matter. Point is, the chemical spill was over two hundred miles away. We have nothing to worry about.” “We’re here!” yelled Margie putting an end to almost all of Ivy’s paranoia.

The beach was more gorgeous than ever with it being void of any other beach goers. “Woohoo!” Margie yelled as loud as she could. “See? No one’s here. We’re all alone, my friends.” “Yeah, great job, fearless leader. How about you help set up camp?” Piper asked. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Going in the water now. Bye!” yelled Margie behind her as she dropped what she was carrying and ran to the surf. She threw off her loose white shirt revealing her blue, green, and white bikini top underneath. “There she goes again,” sighed Piper. “Where would you like to set up?” she asked Ivy. “I guess somewhere close to the water but not enough for us to get wet,” said Ivy making sure there was no big, mean, scary agent coming to get them. Piper was already making her way up toward the surf leaving Ivy behind. Ivy ran to catch up to Piper, stopping to pick up Margie’s stuff that she had dropped on the sand.

Piper and Ivy were setting up their spot ignoring Marcie’s cries. “Come on, you guys! The water’s great!” Marcie yelled as she kicked water in Piper and Ivy’s direction. When they were done, Piper and Ivy sat down to sunbathe and relax. They took off their white tops revealing their bikini tops underneath. Piper was wearing a black bikini and Ivy was wearing a striped, black and white bikini.

After a few more minutes, Margie walked up to the two sunbathing girls, looking around at the miles of sand in both direction. Everything below her neck was covered in water making her skin glow.  “Having fun?” asked Piper. “I would if my two best friends would join me,” said Margie. “There’s plenty of time. Ivy and I just want to tan a little is all.” “Isn’t that bikini a little big for you?” asked Ivy. “After last year’s wardrobe malfunction, I’m not taking any chances,” said Margie. “Right,” said Piper chuckling. “Well, it’s not like the guys enjoyed the show.” “Yeah…” sighed Margie. Margie, Piper, and Ivy were different but one thing they all had in common was their lack of breasts. The three of them were flat as surfboards. “Here, have a be-,” Piper’s words stuck in her throat as she looked at Margie. Piper just stared and pointed at Margie. Margie looked down and stared at what was happening.

Margie’s breasts were growing in her swimsuit. More and more flesh poured into the bikini top as Margie breathed heavily almost panting. Her breasts stopped growing. “Good god!” yelled Ivy. Margie looked up to see Piper and Ivy standing around Margie and her new boobs. “I told you we shouldn’t have come here! I knew there was a reason!” shouted Ivy. “It’s fine,” said Margie taking in her new boobs. “They’re just boobs.” “Just boobs? Margie, those things are almost as big as your head. What if they’re permanent?” “That wouldn’t be so bad,” said Margie running her hands on the side of her boobs. “Well we can’t go in the water,” said Ivy. “Why not?” “Really? Look at you!” “She is. She loves it,” said Piper. “I know that all of us wanted boobs ever since we were little. Here’s our chance. Let’s take advantage of it.” “Look, we’re not going in the water! And you’ve already taken advantage of it,” shouted Ivy. Margie and Piper knew that there was no arguing with Ivy when she had this tone. “Alright fine,” said Margie a crafty smile appearing across her face.

Margie, Piper and Ivy were sunbathing. Piper and Ivy laid out on beach chairs, while Margie laid out on a large beach towel. Margie loved the feeling of the sun on her new boobs. Piper and Ivy were asleep for at least a half-hour. Margie looked behind at Piper and Ivy to make sure they were asleep, then she made her move. She grabbed two beer bottles and emptied them on the sand. “Tasted like piss anyway,” Margie reasoned. She then ran up to the surf, her breasts bouncing as she did, and filled up the bottles with water. She knew was going to grow more because of this, but this is what she wanted. Satisfied that the bottles were filled just made her way back to the shore to her friends. She stopped just short of them and stopped and looked down at her tits. She wanted to watch them grow.

And grow they did but only for a minute. She loved them but wanted more, and she wanted to share this experience with her friends too. She then bounced behind her sleeping friends and tipped the bottles onto her friends. Piper and Ivy awoke with a start. “What the fuck Margie!?” asked Piper looking back. “Why’d you pour beer on us? Wait! Are you bigger!?” “Mm-hmm,” Margie nodded. “Oh and that wasn’t beer.” “What do you mean?” asked Ivy. “You’ll find out.” “You didn’t,” said Ivy looking down at her black and white top, fearful of what would happen. “You bitch!” screamed Piper getting up. Margie started running towards the water, Piper chasing her. “I’m going to kill you!” she shouted after Margie. Piper could see Margie’s breasts from behind. “Guys stop!” said Ivy chasing after them.

Margie splashed into the water, doing her best to stay ahead of Piper. She heard Piper run into the water. Ivy stopped just short of the water and looked out and watched Margie and Piper in the ocean. She was worried about both of them and then decided to brave the water to stop her best friends from hurting each other. Margie went deeper and deeper into the water her hands on her breasts waiting for them to start growing again. She didn’t have to wait too long.

Margie felt her breasts growing underwater. As she waded deeper and deeper into the ocean, her bikini top snapped off, but she didn’t care. She was neck deep in the water before she turned around to see Piper and Ivy. She could see that their breasts were growing as well. Piper stopped knee-deep in water when she felt her top snap off. She kept some semblance of decency by pressing her top against her growing boobs. “Okay, okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” Piper sighed. Margie waded her way back to Piper, her breasts bobbing up and down like pool toys. “Wow,” mouthed Piper as Margie’s swelling bust preceded Margie by at least a foot. Ivy bounced up to Margie and Piper. “Jesus, you girls are huge,” said Ivy marveling at mostly Margie’s magnificent bust. “You’re not so bad yourself,” said Margie hefting Ivy’s ballooning boobs and jiggling them. “Stop it,” laughed Ivy pulling her boobs away from Margie’s eager fingers. Margie stripped Piper’s top away from her swelling bust and tossed it away. “Much better,” said Margie.

“Well, what do we do now, Boob Queen?” asked Piper. “Follow me,” said Margie, turning away and wading into deeper water. She stopped wading when she was neck deep in water, her bloating breasts bobbing in the water. She saw Piper’s boobs sail past her head followed by Ivy’s breasts on her left. “You’re right,” said Piper. “The water is great.” Margie hooked her arm through Piper’s arm and did then did the same with Ivy. Ivy waded behind Margie and hooked her free arm through Piper’s. The girls formed a triangle, their breasts continuing to grow. “TITTY TRIANGLE POWER!” yelled Margie to the world. “TITTY TRIANGLE POWER!” yelled Ivy. They both then looked at Piper. She sighed, cleared her throat and yelled “TITTY TRIANGLE POWER!” causing Margie and Ivy to cheer.