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Rina tapped her girlfriend on the shoulder. “I know you’re driving, but…. you HAVE to look at this.”

The three other girls in the car turned to see the bimbo at the side of the road. The word made Rina wince, but it was really the only word appropriate for the woman who stood there. Barely contained by tiny shorts and what might once have been a top, the brunette caught her eye, winking at her. Rina felt a wave of sudden annoyance. “I hate woman like that. What’s she even think she’s doing?”

Behind her Cecilie and Mona muttered under their breath. Neither of them had been as interested in a camping holiday as she and Lor had been… this was probably just proving their concerns right.

Beside her, Lor laughed, eyes on the road again. “You haven’t noticed the worst part yet, Rina.”

Mouth open, a prophetic dread rising within her, Rina looked at the sign next to the bimbo and her pole. “Shit.” This was a campsite. This was their campsite. Her girlfriend left the road, joining the small queue of cars leading off down an increasingly muddy trail into the woods. “So she’s just going to be wandering around while we’re trying to have fun. Great.”

She felt a hand on her knee, and looked round into Lor’s comforting smile. “Don’t worry about her, babe. We’re going to enjoy ourselves whatever happens. Just… ignore her.”

Rina leaned over to plant a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. “I know, I know. It’s just… difficult to ignore someone like…. like that.” The girl was sauntering - somehow the manner of her walk couldn’t have been more sexual if she’d been completely naked - over to the car waiting in line just in front of them. Windows rapidly rolled down as she approached, and cheerful male voices leapt out as she leaned on one door to speak to the occupants.

"Oh, ugh, seriously? She’s the greeter?" The girl’s asscheeks hung out from her shorts, wiggling from side-to-side as she chatted in a high voice with the boys in their car.

"It’s a hot day." Lor wriggled her eyebrows at Rina. "If I looked like that, I’d probably be wearing something like that too."

"You do look like that.” Rina blushed as Lor smirked and their friends in the backseat laughed. “You know what I mean.”

There was a knock at the window. Rina jumped, to more laughs, before half-heartedly rolling the window down. A pair of breasts presented themselves to her, closely followed by a well-made-up face with pink lipstick. The bimbo smiled at them all. “Hey. Sorry about the wait. I had to talk to the guys first.”

"I bet you did." The quiet mutter from the backseat made Rina roll her eyes… though they had a point. "Are you here to show us where to park?"

"No." The bimbo’s ever present smile unnerved her. "I’m just here to take orders."

"Orders? For… for food, or something? What do you me-"

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Rina turned slowly in her seat at the suddenly intruding words. Lor was staring at her, a cool expression on her face. “Lor? I don’t - Ah!” She squeaked as swift as anything her girlfriend’s hand reached out to tweak her nipple through her dress. “Lor, what-“

"Haven’t I taught you better than that?" Rina shrunk away in her seat, her back pressing against the bimbo’s folded arms. Lor was… changing. Her jeans and top had darkened, the material creaking as it shifted into something tighter, shinier. "L-Lor?"

"Lorelai." Again the hand darted out to pinch her nipple, and Rina gasped. Her head shook, looking from one side to the other to try and find some explanation for what was going on. "Cece, what’s-"

As she turned to the backseat, she caught the last glimpse of what had been her friends. Cecilia had been tall, lanky, a little mousy (though she’d never tell her that) with brown hair. Mona had been shorter and frumpy. Now, though, identical redheaded twins giggled at her from the backseat. clothes melting into outfits identical to the bimbo by the window.

Rina moaned suddenly, as she felt fingers on her breast again. Lor smiled at her possessively as she looked back at her girlfriend, but her hands, now also covered by the tight black latex, were on the wheel. Rina looked down. It was a pink-nailed, delicate hand that had thrust itself down her dress, toying with her. The bimbo giggled, arm stretched through the window. “Almost done!”

Rina opened her mouth to respond, to yell, to do something, but the sensations on her breast changed. She watched with a mixture of horror and growing arousal as the white lace her dress had become filled, her boobs swelling rapidly under the bimbo’s increasingly delicious ministrations. She looked over at Lorelai. The zip on her catsuit was slowly being pushed downwards as her girlfriend’s chest expanded into it, her own wicked smile fluttering slightly as thick nipples pushed their way into visibility in the rubber.

She couldn’t look at what was going on behind her.

Moaning softly as the hand withdrew, RIna looked at herself. She wobbled with barely any provocation, the thin white lace dress with nothing underneath barely working to keep her huge tits contained. Her ass wriggled against the seat, nothing between it and the sensitivity of her wide ass.

She felt fingers cup her chin, turn her head, and sweet-tasting lips on her own. For a moment she was lost, drifting among her thoughts.

"Did I give you permission to kiss her?"

Rina reluctantly but hurriedly broke the kiss, turning in her seat. “No, Lorelai.”

"What a bad girl you’re being today." Rina shivered at the words, watching as her mistress’ eyes took in her quivering, jiggling form. "I think you need another lesson." Lorelai, stretched, catsuit creaking, as the growth of her breasts finally stopped with the zipper pushed down to below her navel. "So. I think you’re not going to get to enjoy those boys for a while. The twins can have them-" Giggling erupted from behind Rina. "-and me, if I feel like it. You can watch."

"But!-" Rina shuddered. That was the whole reason they’d come! So she could get a nice thick cock - maybe a few - maybe many - inside her, her mistress was so mean, she couldn’t really think she shouldn’t-

"Rina." Lorelair stared coolly at her. A pair of black-rimmed glasses appeared on her face as her dark hair slipped into a bun.

"I… I hear you, mistress." For the first time Rina noticed the bimbo had left. She peered out the back window, past the redhead twins making out on the backseat, and at the girl leaning on the window of the car behind them. An older woman in the driver’s seat, the years melting off her, was staring down in shock as her breasts split her shirt open, beads of milk appearing on thick nipples; the shock turned to lust as her college-aged daughter in a rapidly developing cheerleader outfit beside her leaned in to start suckling.

The car jerked, and started to move again. Rina looked forward, her eyes kept downcast. Ahead of her, she knew, the car of boys would be looking back at them. Maybe even teasing them. She could imagine tight, bulging jeans, hardness within waiting for her, but she didn’t look up.

Growing Sis, part 2

"Why don’t you come in the water, Little Bro? Don’t you want to swim with me? Hehe or do you just want to see me get wet? You’re so silly! Haha. Thank you again for helping me buy my new implants. You’ve been so nice and kind to me and I haven’t done anything to deserve this…"

It’s fine really! I just want to help make you happy is all…

"Oh my gosh…you’re the best! I’ve been thinking…I haven’t officially broken these babies in yet…"

Broken them in?

"Come on do I really need to say it? I know you’re seriously turned on by my growing tits and I’m done playing around. After I’m done here, I’m going to tit fuck you."

What?!

"You heard me! You’re going to get the ride of your life little man! Hehehe"

She turned around and dived into the pool. I sat there, stunned and turned on, wondering what I should do. Lately we’ve messed around, mostly cuddling and a few make out sessions here and there but nothing serious…Of course I want to tit fuck her, I wasn’t exactly hiding my love for her tits. She loved the attention and I loved giving it to her…

Eventually I left to go inside. I paced around the house, trying to get my mind off my sister. But it was no use. Her perfect, giant breasts were seared into my mind and I could see the water cascaded down into her cleavage.

I waited in her room and heard the screen door slide open. 

Crap! She’s done swimming…I don’t think I can do this…I thought to myself. 

The bedroom door opened, and there she was, standing, dripping wet from her swim. Her bikini clung tightly to her chest, her nipples poked through the fabric with ease.

"Pants off. Now" she said with force. Her face looked serious, and she stood tall and firm at the door.

Ah…I don’t think I can do this…I really want to but-

"Take off your pants Little Brother. Do what I say or I’ll crush you!" she said aggressively. Too nervous to move, I tried to speak up but she sounded serious. She did dwarf me, and now with her tits as big as they were, she could crush me under her weight…I unzipped my pants and tried to contain my horniness. My damn cock betrayed me and sprung up.

"Hey, check this place out," Jenny said, pointing to the new store in the mall. "It’s open finally!"

Mary and Hannah both took in the view. “Suburban Thaumaturgy? Is that a play on Urban Outfitters?”

"Looks like they’ve got a bunch of cute things; let’s check it out." The three high schoolers wandered in the front door and split up, each headed to a different corner of the store.

"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Lena blinked. Her best friend sat at her desk, tapping away a the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen. He’d turned up to pick her up right when he said he would, looking much sharper than she’d ever given him credit for in his rented tux. She’d smirked, come up with some crack about him scrubbing up well, but found her legs folding underneath herself to sit on her bed, hands on her knees primly. Jay had barely spoken a word to her, just sat down at the computer and plugged a flash drive into it.

She tugged a long strand of hair out of her eyes. “Uhm, you’re doing something to me.” Her hair had been long - she’d been proud of it, the only real feminine touch about her. But it had never been this long… had it?

"We’re going to prom, remember?" Jay reached over to toss the bag he’d brought with him over onto the bed. "There’s your dress. Looking forward to it?"

Lena reached for the bag. Inside was something folded. She couldn’t tell too much from a quick check, but it was some kind of shiny black material, and there wasn’t much of it. “Uhm… I thought we were going to wear suits to match?”

"Nah. I don’t like chicks in suits. Besides, you wouldn’t fit yours." Jay leaned back on the chair to watch her, arms folded, a smile on his lips. She couldn’t help feeling that something was… strange, here. It was on the tip of her tongue. He’d brought her her dress, right. Now he was staring openly at her, and Lena’s eyes glanced down to follow where his greedy expression focused.

"Oh!"

Her tits had… her tits? Lena shook her head. Her hooters. Her rack. Her….. she bounced a little, her top stretched out in an attempt at support. Through her bra she could see thick nipples poking outwards, as if meeting Jay’s gaze. She transferred her gaping - no, she was pouting - face to meet her friend again.

"Jay, I’ve got huge tits!"

"Yep!" A frown furrowed his brow for a moment, and he reached up to tap a few keys with one hand. "Maybe not huge….” This time Lena could feel it, a slight warmth as she expanded, the neckline creeping closer to her nipples.

"Jay! You’re… you’re changing me." It was a statement of fact, rather than the surprised exclamation she’d expected.

"Yep." Grinning, he’d dragged his eyes away from her cleavage and back to the glowing screen in front of him. "You didn’t think I wanted to go to prom with some geek chick, right? I mean, you’re cool and all, and it’s fun watching anime and making fun of it with you, but if I’m going to prom I don’t want to go with your brain, you know?"

"My…" Still oddly calm, Lena looked down at herself. At some point she’d changed position, leaning back on the bed, her hand propping her up, back arched. Her brea… her bre… her melons heaved on her chest. Below them, what she could still see of her legs stretched away from her, her toes curling. She tried to move. One leg came up, folding gracefully in front of the other.

"Sorry about that. I’m still working on the movement over here." Reading from a sheet of notes he’d pulled out of a pocket, Jay’s fingers danced over the keys.

The movement? Lena tried to shift over to swing her legs down off the bed. Her butt rotated in a circle, grinding against the air. She tried again. Flipping her hair back over one shoulder, she slowly sat up, only touching the floor on tiptoes.

"You’re… you’re changing my mind?"

Jay winked. “Nope.” She relaxed with a sigh - though that came out as a jiggle of her chest and a low moan - but then noticed his never-dimming grin and the finger hovering over the keyboard. “This is changing your mind.”

Lena cocked her head to one side. Nothing seemed different. If anything, it was Jay who was acting oddly. A guy staring at her tits like this, and hadn’t suggested she blow him? She pulled the neckline of her top down a little, one nipple peeping over the top, and she sighed as the fabric teased against the little roadblock. Still he simply watched. She giggled. Whatever he’d done, it had backfired on him somehow!

"You alright there, Lena?"

"Yeppers!" Falling elegantly off the bed into a crawl, she smiled up at him. The rough carpet rubbing at her one free nipple felt delicious, and she could already feel her panties moistening from the sensations. Lena barely had time to feel confused as to why she was even wearing panties in the first place, before the thought vanished from her mind as Jay stood to reveal the thick bulge in his smart trousers. She giggled again.

"Ready for prom, Lena?

She licked her lips. That dress he’d brought was going to look soooo good wrapped around her curves, but she knew the answer to this one. Reaching up, she pulled his zipper open, reached for the bounty inside.

"Oh, wow." Mirror Annie turned, a hand on her hip. Her butt hove into view. That was the only way to describe it. Like a giant ship. Annie giggled.

"I take it you approve?" The woman sitting cross-legged on the penthouse bed tilted her head to one side. "I hope I’ve judged "beauty" from within your current cultural trends?"

After a while staring at the vision she’d become Annie shook her head to clear it. “I’m…. yeah, I’m hot. What do you mean, though? Cultural trends?”

The genie smiled. Somehow she managed to project an impression of power and servility at the same time. It had been an odd combination, and it’d been the only reason Annie had played along with what she’d assumed was some madwoman in her room rather than run out of there. Not that they were in her room anymore… although, she giggled to herself, maybe they were. Rich Annie would stay in the finest rooms, she thought. Wow, the clothes she’d be able to buy to wear on this body…

The genie’s voice drew her back from her reverie again. “What beauty is differs from place to place and time to time.” She shrugged, a light, graceful gesture. “It’s impossible to look beautiful to everyone at the same time. Everyone has different preconceptions of beauty due to their upbringing and background.”

Yeah, sure, but with boobs like these… Annie frowned suddenly. Her high school boyfriend had gone on about how much he’d loved her small tits. He’d probably just been blowing smoke, but… well, maybe the genie was right. Pink lips pouted. Annie stood in thought, her mind wandering, as her eyes did over her mirrored form.

"Couldn’t you make it so, uh…. anyone finds me hot?"

"I could." The genie sighed, rubbing her fingers together. "It would be your last wish, though. It seems, if I may, a little redundant when your second was for beauty. I would not question you, of course, my mistress, but do you really need to be attractive to everyone? Isn’t many enough?"

Annie considered. Drawing the eyes of a few was fine… but everyone in a crowd? She could be… an actress, even if she couldn’t act. Famous as well as rich. It wasn’t a hard decision. “Yes. Make me hot to anyone.”

The genie waved a hand goodbye. “It’s done. Be seeing you, mistress.” Annie’s eyes blurred, and when she blinked away the sudden water the genie was gone.

Mirror Annie seemed the same. “I guess I already find this hot.” Walking around the room, she giggled as she felt the unfamiliar feeling of cool air on new skin. Flopping onto the bed, she wiggled, laughing, against the silk sheets. “Ok, awesome. I guess, uh, first I should….” Go outside and bask in the adulation? Maybe put some photos online to get scouted?

Her train of thought was interrupted by her rumbling stomach. Patting the trim flesh, Annie smiled, and reached for the phone. “Ok, first things first, I guess!”

"Room service. How can I can help you?"

Ann purred, running a hand down her naked body. “Oh, handsome, I bet there’s a lot you could do to help me.” Those chefs. Always so… talented with their hands. Teasing her slit a little, Ann tucked the phone under her chin, her bright red locks spreading out on the pillow below it. “Tell me, how soon could you get yourself up here with a bottle of champagne and some whipped cream?” Her low, throaty laughter filled the pause at the other end of the line.

"Whipped…"

"Cream, darling." They were always so cute when they were surprised. "I’ll tell you what. If you can bring those up here within ten minutes… I’ll even let you share." Spluttering noises rang from the handset until Ann placed it carefully back in its cradle.

Annie blinked.

"What was….." The pink and white bikini covered…mostly…. her body again. The last few minutes couldn’t have…

She swung herself upright, tense, though in the mirror even this didn’t detract much from her new beauty. She didn’t have red hair, not naturally. She didn’t invite guys up to… to…. to do whatever she’d said! “Uh, fuck. Ok. I have to…” He’d be coming up now, a part of her reminded her. He wouldn’t have been able to refuse an offer like that. “Shit, ok. I’ve got to get out of here.”  Running to the door, she jerked it back, the slam behind her making the young maid pushing her trolley of fresh towels outside jump.

She’d been someone once, she was fairly sure.

It was hard to remember.

Around her the boys jerked off, aiming for her face. She’d been a part of something like this before… hadn’t she? The memories were as malleable as ever. That was the problem. Closing her eyes, she could see herself, a kimono fallen about her feet, kneeling next to her handmaids on a woven mat…. but the boys around her had been football players, from the uniforms.

No, that couldn’t be right. That had been from when she was a cheerleader, an even curvier body squeezed into a pathetic outfit… but… she’d been wiggling her way down hospital beds, offering to make everyone feel better.

She’d… she’d been triplets once, hadn’t she? Simultaneously feeling herself entered in three cunts, three mouths sucking happily at proffered cocks. She..they?…. had giggled, vacuous bimbos with no thoughts on their minds about how strange it had all felt when being so thoroughly filled with thick meat.

There’d…. there’d been a pool… and she was in a wedding dress… no, that couldn’t be right, it had been a maid outf- no, it was… she’d been tall and statuesque, lifting a cocktail glass to her lips, wishing it was something else…. and they’d arrived in…. school uniforms?

She shook her head, opened her eyes. The boys frantically tugged at their cocks.

She’d been someone once, she was fairly sure.

Cam was worried when his ex cursed his dick to pile pounds on any girl he fucked. His sex life was over!

He quickly learned though that good looks and charm matter a lot more to girls than 20-30 extra lbs. Then he learned how much better a girl with a few handfuls of fat felt and suddenly they were leaving 60-70lbs fatter. Still, the wobbly-legged chubby girls told their friends about his big fattening dick and he never wanted for another cute girl. 

Of course she was. She’s changed so dramatically since we started her daily regiment to increase her bust. Fortunately it worked but her breasts went way beyond our initial goal. Her mammoth size tits took over her torso and now she’s all tits. I didn’t mind at first, in fact, our sex life went through the roof. But now she’s dressing more and more slutty, opting for low cut, and extremely tight shirts and shorts.

"Like, hi! Uhmmmm, do you wanna stick your cock between my titties?

Awesome! I just needta pull my top off, wow, there, look how bouncy I am! My titties are so fucking huge! Ok, let me just drop down here and… wow, you’re big! We’re, like, totally twins! Only with like… my titties and your cock!

I’m sooo glad you said yes, ‘cos I was just taking this necklace back, ‘cos like, the shop guy said “Buy this and all your fears of pickups will be forgotten!” And I did I went out and I was like still soooo bad at it! I got like, no action at all! Every girl was totally not interested in me! Ooh hey your cock smells sooo sexy, I just wanna like give it a little kiss! Mwah!

Oh, like, uhm, yeah, so I went back, and said like, “give me my money back!!!” and he was like no, you’re just not using it right, and then he totally hooked this other catch thingy on the back and like WHOOMPH I had these huge fake titties and I was like “OMG!” and I felt down and my cock was all, like, gone, but I was soooo wet down there I was like ok this is nice but then I was all this isn’t what I wanted! And the shop guy said, “Oh yeah, well, try asking that guy out!” So I came out here and I was like, “Hi, do you wanna stick your cock between my titties?” and you were like “Sure” and so now I’m titfucking you!

Oh!

Oh, wow, I’m like…. all sticky! Uhm, thank you! Now I don’t have to get, like, my money back, ‘cos it totally works! Bye!

I’m like, covered in cum….. mmm, tasty! Oh! Hi! I didn’t see you there, sorry, I was like, licking cum off my titties! Hey, do you wanna stick your dick in my ass?

Jenny was surprised when her rival Gina stopped her in the locker room offered her a fiber bar she ‘loved for weightloss’. Jenny was proud of her skinny body and little booty so she would love to try a new low fat supplement. Once she finished and went out to the pool her stomach started gurgling and then she worried.

Out of nowhere when she was underwater she let out a petite fart and it bubbled around her. People poolside giggled and she blushed “Must have been something I ate-*BURRRBLE” Another set of fart bubbles burst around her. 

Jenny jumped out of the pool, dragged down by a strange weight. She felt another fart coming but couldn’t stop it and her wet ass on the pool tile let out a massive crack. She could feel the cold tile on her ass and realized her suit was riding up. When she tried to pull it down she felt something strange….her ass was huge!

Before she had time to take it in she ripped another fart and felt the fingers on her ass spread. It was growing! She noticed women pointing at her and men getting hard in their swimsuits. She took a step to flee but her bikini pulled tight, shoved in her camel toe and sent a pleasurable sensation through her. 

*PFFRRRRTTTT* *shrrip*

Jenny knew that last fart had ripped her bikini off before she could process the sound. The women covered their mouths and she could feel her two massive globe ass cheeks wobbling independently, freed. She barely had enough time to cover her pussy before another fart hit and those gigantic cheeks started slapping together, shaking her whole body.

Baby I don’t know what’s happening to my boobs. The doctor said something about second puberty but I was too focused on my fat nipples rubbing against my tight tshirt to pay attention.

On the way home the seams split and everyone saw my growing jugs. All the stares just made me cum. Now I got home and found out they’re too big to fit in any of my clothes.

Meg squeezed her tits again. She couldn’t think of anything else to do.