Bigger!

"I can't... I can't make it stop!

"I just wanted to be a little bit bigger! A cup size, two at the most! I thought maybe being a C or a D would get those bratty bitches to stop making fun of me. Fuck, I don't know what went wrong! I followed the instructions on the growth cream to the letter. Maybe I got a little carried away when I first started seeing results, but I swear I didn't use that much extra!

"But now... fuck, they just won't stop growing! I've already passed a G cup and they're not showing any sign of slowing down! None of my bras even remotely fit and I'm afraid of buying another one because I know I'll just outgrow it in a few days and, at this size, bras aren't cheap!

"The worst part is how sensitive they are. I mean, just look at how stiff my nipples are under this tank top! I don't think they've gone soft in the last three days! Tight clothes put too much pressure on them, loose clothes brush against them, and even when I'm not wearing anything at all, just the feeling of air rushing over them is enough to make me outrageously horny! I can't sleep because even the blankets resting on top of my tits makes them impossible to ignore and I wind up teasing them and pinching them and groping myself until the sun rises! I swear my nipples are even more sensitive than my clit!

You like what you see? I’ve been taking those supplements we got from that hippie couple. I’ve never felt better. I’ve never felt…. Sexier. I’ve gone up at least three cups sizes, and still growing.

Just look at these. Won’t you come over and play with them?

Wait, why do you look so surprised to see me?"

I said all that? Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Of course I still want to speak to you. I want to do a lot more than that, too."

What changed my mind? Well, I went to the mall to get a new bra, and everyone was so, so nice to me! Even after my top ripped! Well, especially after my top ripped. The cashier said she'd let me walk out with as many bras as I could carry!"

Yeah, that was really nice of her. Almost too nice. These things are expensive, you know. If my bras get taken out of her pay, she's gonna lose a paycheck at least."

Well, yeah, I feel sorry for her too, but thinking about that gave me an idea. See, I wanted to video chat with you to see if um. If I could get you to cum yourself just by aski--"

WHOA! I hadn't even asked yet, honey! No, don't stop. Just keep going..."

That's--wow, you just keep going, huh? Say, you're looking a little faint. Are you alrigh--"

Oh shit! Stop, stop, stop! Stop cumming!"

Phew. Sorry, I just was worried that--hold up, were you actually about to pass out? Tell me the truth, now."

You were? You were gonna cum yourself unconscious for these giant fucking titties? They're that powerful?"

...Hm. Well, it's a start."

What do I mean? I'll tell you. You're gonna go downstairs to that lab of yours and get every last dose of serum you have. Then you're gonna drive over here and you're gonna give them all to me. And then I'm gonna grow. I'm gonna grow until I can't fit in this house anymore. Until people do exactly what I want without me having to say a word. And then you're gonna climb up on these massive, gravity-welling tits and fuck me until one of us passes out. And then...well, we'll see. I'm a patient girl. I can put off world conquest for a day or two."

Maybe an hour or two."

Change #1: Women have huge breasts and want to have larger breasts. A woman's social standing is based on breast size.

That was the first change you put into Dr. Smith's interdimensional portal device and stepped through the shimmering vortex that appeared before you. Now you were here, sitting in a Starbucks, staring at a pair of tits that probably weighed as much as the rest of the women they were attached to.

"--anyway, that's why I'm hoping that my boss'll approve me for some growth hormones next week. It's not a full promotion, but it'll mean that those bitches in Sales will have to listen to me when I talk."

"Mmm-hmm," you say, only half-paying attention to your date's words as you stare at her chest.

"Oh. Sorry, is there like a stain on my shirt? You've been staring at my chest for a really long time."

You look up, blushing. The social norms of your old universe haven't fully left your subconscious yet. Still, things were different here. You might as well be honest.

"Well, uh, it's just that you have really nice tits is all," you say, averting your gaze. "Seriously, those things are huge. It's really hot."

Your date--you think her name is Tara--squints at you, cocking her head in disbelief. Her eyes twinkle with cautious arousal.

Change #2: Women, particularly busty women, get off on the idea of somebody being aroused by large breasts or breast expansion.

"I--oh my god, seriously? You're um. Sorry, I have to make sure," says Tara. "You're not a woman, right? Because if you are, like, you're nice and all, but dating somebody so flat--"

Change #3: No man, save for me, is aroused by women's breasts in any way.

"No, no, I'm a guy," you say. "It's just that, y'know, damn. Look at these things!" You reach across the table and squeeze Tara's boobs, relishing the moan that the gesture elicits.

Change #4: The larger a woman's breasts are, the more sensitive they are.

You continue to squeeze, casually rubbing one of her rock-hard nipples through her top. "Has nobody ever done this to you before? Because they're missing out."

"Only--only--hah--a couple sorority sisters and--hah--oh--oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

Tara arches her back, as she cum the sudden shift in her center of gravity and her wobbling tits toppling the table towards her.

Change #5: Public sexuality is acceptable for women with larger-than-average breasts. What a woman can get away with scales with breast size.

Tara grabs your wrist with one of her hands and looks at you, a hungry look in her eye. You notice that her other hand is beneath table. You hear a faint, wet, rhythmic noise. "I'm going to take you home, tie you to my bed, and make you suck my tits until I pass out with your head lodged in my cleavage, and then I'm going to tit-fuck you until you cum your fucking soul out."

Change #6. Women are socially and sexually dominant. It is expected for a woman to make the first move in a sexual relationship, and it's rarely subtle.

"I think I'd like that," you say.

"Good," says Tara. She's breathing heavily. A thin trickle of saliva runs from the corner of her mouth. She idly wipes it away with the hand that isn't grabbing onto you. Her fingers glisten. "Because I wouldn't stop if you didn't--"

Suddenly, Tara lets go of your wrist and slaps her forehead. "Wait! What the fuck am I saying?"

You wonder if your date is realizing how far she's letting herself get carried away. You're about to reassure her, when she suddenly continues.

"You haven't even seen my boss yet! Or my CEO. God, they make me look flat!"

Change #7: Women get off on sharing their lovers with others, particularly their social superiors.

"Do--do you--"

"That's it! I'll take you in front of the C-suite at my company, explain what's up, let them pass you around like a joint, and when I get you back, they'll have to let me get those growth hormones! Hell, they'll probably promote me on the spot!"

"Uh--"

"And then once I get the corner office, I could give you to the mayor, or the governor, or the prime minister--" Tara continues. Her hands are back on your wrists. "I bet I could get as big as I wanted. As big as I deserve. I bet I'll rule this fucking world by the end of next year. And then--" Her grin is crazed with equal parts lust and megalomania. "The sky's the fucking limit."

Tara grabs your hands and leads you from the cafe, running as fast as the weight of her tits will allow.

"Uh. Tara? The sky's the limit metaphorically, right? Right?"

As much as you told yourself otherwise, it wasn't exactly your average titfuck. the way she encouraged you was rather odd. Dirty talk can vary from person to person and you were enjoying it enough to not be an issue, but she seemed very insistent on making you cum with her tits, not for your sake, but for hers. She looked up at you with a sultry look and kept saying things like "That's right, baby, cum right between them. Fill up my cleavage. I just need one more. Give it to me. I just need one more!" It was weird, especially when one thought about it in relation to the fact that she only wanted to give you a titfuck, refusing to do anything else, but it certainly wasn't a deal breaker. The other main way it sat apart from every other titfuck you had ever gotten was the sheer enormity of her tits. They were gigantic, looking even larger as she dragged them out of the overworked bra they had been bulging out of and feeling larger still as she wrapped them around your cock and slid them up and down your shaft.

Her skill with her tits was unmatched and it didn't take long before you tensed your hips and thrust them forward, shooting thick ropes of cum into her cleavage. The pressure of her hands squeezing her breasts from the sides forced your cum to bubble up to her cleavage, filling it like a small, milky white pool. You had never seen anyone react to a successful titfuck with the kind of excitement she expressed, openly celebrating it like a victory. So pleased with herself was she that she seemed to glow. You blinked. Wait, no, she was actually glowing! A pale, golden light danced across her skin, quickly fading as she excitedly stood up, letting your cum-slick cock slide free. She pumped her fist in the air with a victorious grunt, sending her massive tits swaying.

"Fuck yes! That's how you do it! Getting both is going to give me so many upgrade points..."

For a moment, you thought that the post-orgasmic bliss was just making it hard to tell what was going on, but the clarity set in shortly afterwards and, no, this didn't make any kind of sense. "Uh... what? Upgrade? What are you talking about?"

She talked as if every word she said absolutely insane. "I'm on a tits-only challenge run right now. You were the tenth person I got off with my tits this week and you put me over the edge for the next Cumulative Cumshots on Tits milestone! Those two achievements gave me enough experience to level up, too! Oh, man, I am just rolling in it! The challenge run goes until the end of the month, so all of these upgrade points are going right back into these big, juicy udders! High score table, here I come!"

Her explanation only raised more questions. Who was keeping track of this? How does one 'level up' from titfucking? What the hell was she talking about?

You didn't have time to ask any of those questions before her body started to glow again. This time, however, it seemed to shimmer in a pale, pearlescent rainbow. Gradually at first but rapidly picking up speed, her tits swelled outwards. They grew bigger, rounder, fuller, standing prouder and perkier on her chest despite their immense size. At first, you thought it was just her presence in the room feeling stronger, but you quickly realized she was actually getting taller, too. It wasn't a lot of extra height, maybe an inch or two, but the effect was dramatic. WeGrowing in proportion with the rest of her body as it grew in tandem just made her breasts expand faster. After a few seconds, the light faded and she breathed out a satisfied sigh. Soft flesh overflowed her hands as she scooped her large breasts from underneath. Watching the jiggle made her giggle, which just made them jiggle more. Her breasts held her attention so totally that it almost seemed like she had forgotten you were there. She hadn't, though, and the suddenness with which she turned her attention towards you made you jump.

Fictional catgirl problems

When your friend first found out you slipped something in her drink, she was furious. Yes, she’d told you before in confidence that she’d always found your husband to be super handsome, but why would you dose her just so she would lose her inhibitions and fuck him right in front of you?

Bot once her breasts surged out of her old bras, and her bump at last became visible to hold, she understood. Feeling your body soften and change while growing an amazing man’s baby is the greatest gift any woman could ever receive, and the only thing that could possibly be better is sharing that gift with another. It would have been pure selfishness not to have done so, to have deprived her of the chance to grow rounder and happier right along with you. Now, 8 months later with you ready to pop and her not far behind, the two of you are closer than ever before–and how could you not be, with siblings living inside of you? And already you’re talking about a little “race” next time to see who gets pregnant first.

1: I *really* enjoy having a huge cock. I'm big enough that my friends sometimes struggle to take my full length.

2: I want tits, but like C cups. I'm unashamedly obsessed with giant udders, but I like being kinda androgynous/masc. the women in my family are all top heavy though and I'm a little worried that I'll end up with tits that rest in my lap and that I'll end up titfucking myself all day every day

First and foremost, your identity is still valid whether or not you use hormones. You're a woman regardless of whether you've got a massive, swingin' dick or gigantic udders or both!

That being said, though, I can definitely understand where you're coming from! Massive, wobbling udders are next to impossible to ignore, especially when you're hopelessly obsessed with and addicted to them. And that's when they're on other people! If you had a pair of your own like that, you'd be utterly helpless. You'd never be able to focus on anything else! Even if you could find a bra that were big enough to hold them, you'd be constantly aware of their incredibly heft pulling down on your chest and your shoulders. If you thought it was distracting to see huge tits wobble and bounce, now you'd be able to feel it with every step you take. Showers would take hours as you feed your obsession, rubbing a soapy hand over your udders while the other hand rubs elsewhere. Just a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, clothed or otherwise, would be enough to set you off!

The other side of it is that you really have no idea how big HRT is going to make you. While your family history might make your desired C cups less likely, there's nothing that means definitively that you'll stop when you reach their size. You might just keep growing, hormones putting in the work to pump you up bigger and bigger and bigger. I'd imagine it to be both chilling and affirming to hear that you're too busty to fit in anything a traditional bra shop has in stock. It seems like you're already used to those around you being curious about a size they've never experienced before, but this time there would be a fair bit of envy in their glances towards your immense bust.

What are my options if I’d want to be smaller up top for work, exercise and every day life, and absolutely massive for private time and date nights?

Indecisive Stealth Bomber

Dear Indecisive,

I'm going to level with you. To say that your options are "limited" would be putting it lightly. The way I see it, you basically have two ways you could do something like that and neither of them are ideal.

The first—and more effective—of the two options is that you could find a friend to act as your Safety Deposit Boobs. When you need to be smaller up top, you just transfer your colossal udders to her and then transfer them back when it's time for some fun. The complicated part isn't the magic to do the transfer; as long as you can get your hands on the ingredients, the magic itself is pretty easy. Your friend, your designated titty bank, might have something to say about it, though. She'll likely have "work, exercise, and everyday life" things to do, too, and she'll need to do most of them at the same time you do. You'll need to find someone who wants to have a pair of gigantic, bouncing udders in the office or on the treadmill and then wants to be nearly flat chested for dates and whatever else. Otherwise, if she needs them at the same time you do, you might wind up with a mu-titty mutiny! It'll be hard to explain to the person you're seeing when you show up for the third date and the gigantic boobs they're anticipating aren't there.

The other option would be to keep your huge tits all the time and just try your best to keep them contained. Layer up as many sports bras as you can, wear thick and heavy outfits, switch to a workout routine with less cardio. But we both know that's only going to do so much. For as big as you want to be, they'll still be huge no matter how much you try to squish them down and, while they might not bounce up and smack you in the face, they're still going to jiggle and slosh in their tight confines. Plus, there's the whole thing with needing to breathe, which gets harder with all that tit strapped so tightly to your chest. The relief you'll feel when you can finally let your boobs breathe will be immense, but it probably won't be worth the discomfort and those deep, red lines left by your tight clothes.

There is a third way, though. Personally, it's what I'd recommend. The best way to handle it, in my opinion, is to simply reject the first half of the equation and embrace being busty 'round the clock. Don't be afraid to be the center of attention! When you're doing the butterfly press at the gym and everyone is gawking at your humongous udders being squished between your arms, take it as a compliment! They either want to be you or want to be with you and neither of those are bad things! Sure, you might be a bit of a distraction at the office with those big things wobbling around, but it'd be foolish not to put your biggest assets to use, right? And if you can embrace them during the day, then, at night, when you're settling in for your date wearing a dress cut so deep that every soft, tantalizing inch of your cleavage is on display, you'll feel so much more comfortable and confident and at home in your curves. Go as big as you can handle and then let your life adjust around them. You'll be much better off for it.

And, if you embrace your tits instead of trying to hide them or get rid of them half the time, you'll feel so much better about your desire to get even bigger!

Sincerely,

"But what about me! You're really going to throw away years- decades of our friendship just because, what, some two-bit tramp batted her eyelashes at you? No, no, no. I can't accept that. I won't accept it. Look what she's done to you! We used to be so tight. We used to text each other all day, every day. You were the first person I woke up to and the last person I thought about before falling asleep. Now I just stare at my phone screen and feel my heart twisting, waiting for a text that'll never come. You used to text me back right away and now it can take, what, ten minutes? Fifteen? God forbid, twenty?! Can't you see she's trying to isolate you from me? She's trying to come between us, forcing distance between us, and I will not allow it. But, don't worry, I'll make sure you don't miss her.

"I know how much you love big, juicy titties. That's probably why you wend for her, right? Those sloshy milkers on her chest? Well, look what I've done! Ta-dah! A pair of sloshy milkers of my own, even bigger than hers! Now, you won't need her anymore! You can have me! We don't have to date or whatever, but any time you wanna play with some mega milkers, some juicy jigglers, some fat fucking tits, you can play with mine! Grope 'em, suck on 'em, making 'em bounce and wobble! Do whatever you want! I grew them just for you! I'm sure that, once you get a feel for these, you'll forget all about ol' whats-her-name.