Eve

Welp... Had a flair up and the Mobile Juicing Team says they're an hour away, so I'm having to do this... Let's just hope I don't get too much bigger before they get here 😖

Really hope she isn't claustrophobic.

"Mmhhnngg... Ffffuck... You guuuuyysss... My titties are getting so big!!!"

Ryan couldn't stop staring at himself on the phone screen. He looked so fucking hot and growing bigger and hotter by the second. Encouragement, in the form of the endlessly scrolling comments and the tips that flowed in, only made Ryan more desperate. As he shimmied his shoulders and the huge tits that he still couldn't believe were his swayed back and forth, his cock throbbed and twitched under his skirt.

All of his streams had been teases up to this point. The most he had ever shown was his ass in a pair of black panties, but even then it was obscured under a pair of thick, hazy stockings. His fans had pushed him to be a little more risqué with each stream, now a far cry from his old, chaste video game and makeup tutorial streams, but he could feel there was no going back with this one. The weight on his chest felt amazing and his new udders looked so good. They crept further and further down his torso, straining what was left of his top. He wasn't nearly as concerned about the top giving out as he was about something else.

Bigger Tits.

Bigger Lips.

She needs to jut out more.

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.

The monkey paw works quickly! After all, it wouldn't dare leave you waiting for the thing you've craved for so long! Within weeks, you're racing down the alphabet in bra sizes, closer to the end than the beginning before you know it. When you finally worked up the courage to get properly fitted for a bra, the woman there spent more than an hour "measuring" you. Partially, it was for her own benefit and to savor the feeling of your soft tits in her hands, far bigger than any she had ever measured. Mostly, though, you just kept growing, the perfect excuse to squeeze your boiboobs and watch them spill out over her tape measure. She knew, from the moment you wobbled through the front door, that she wasn't going to have a bra big enough to fit you, but she couldn't resist the chance to play with them!