Twisted Infinity

Edwina grunted, manoeuvring one of her titanic breasts into the overstrained cup of her lingerie. The red slip, a purchase of literally only a week ago, was already cutting into the overflowing flesh, her breast muffining out over the top. She giggled - to think, she'd planned to try to lose weight this year!

Edwina had always been pear-shaped, a big girl with a lot of butt and thighs but very little up top. Her goal by the end of the year had been to look like one of the Lululemon-clad crossfit gym bunnies she saw on Instagram, with her deep fantasy having been maybe a boob job when she felt she had the body to deserve it.

Instead, after a month of sticking to a regime failing to shift a pound and all her tops feeling oddly tight, her doctor informed her she had contracted Acquired Breast Hypertrophy, and that her body was going through a second puberty.

Frustrated at first by the impediment to her fitness goals, watching her breasts grow by the day, forced to eat even more than before to fuel the changes wrought by the hormones flooding her body, she slowly began watching herself not with hatred and disgust, but with interest. It didn't hurt that the condition had unlocked a libido that, until now, had been reasonably dormant, and Edwina was associating her new desires with her changing body.

She looked in the mirror again, appraising the lingerie that had been a treat to herself, an attempt to go outside her comfort zone and really test whether she loved her new body. The flood of warmth and desire between her legs told her all she needed to know.

The first clue she'd had that something was wrong was waking up with her nipples rock-hard. It didn't take her long after that to realise that her small breasts were also tender, sore, pulsing with heat with every heartbeat.

Her nipples didn't calm down. The heat didn't go away. Within an hour it had doubled, now accompanied by a feeling of pressure, like something was pushing into them from the inside. She decided to at least try and put on a bra, and the soft flesh of her tender tits bulged over the cups.

She'd tried Googling her symptoms, now fully aware of the heavy weight on her chest, and to her fear the only references she was finding that matched were references on weird scabby forums by a bunch of Big-obsessed pervs. The more she checked, the more convinced she became that it was Hyperexpansion Syndrome.

Big people were always so stupidly happy with their condition that you never really heard about the dark horror that was the time between when you found out what was happening to you, that first little kick of growth, and when the condition fully took over. When every errant jiggle of your swollen tits made you wonder if that was when it was going to hit.

She didn't have to wonder about when it truly hit. She was walking back from the kitchen, her boobs bouncing, when suddenly another, much more powerful wave of pressure blossomed inside her. The sensation of her shirt across her still-erect nipples suddenly felt like sandpaper, but in a way that was both horrible and stimulating.

In the space of a breath she saw her tits bulge outwards, the force of their sudden growth making them bounce and slap against each other. In the space of another breath they surged again, further this time, creeping down her upper torso and lifting her shirt up her belly. They kept their shape for longer than she expected, but soon the sheer size overpowered her elasticity and they angled downwards as they continued to grow.

They hit the size of the smallest Big girls without breaking stride. They surpassed the average Big girl still growing strong, their lowest curves passing her waist. It was when they passed her knees, though, extending out several feet in front of her and to either side of her slim body, without slowing, that she started to really worry. Surge after surge, throbbing and bulging with heartbeat rhythm. She pulled back in shock but with her breasts hitting the floor, they pulled back against her movement, tugging her forward and onto the soft mounds.

Before she could right herself, they surged again, kicking her up and away from the floor. Out of control, bigger than any Big girl she'd ever seen, they continued to grow until she lost her balance and pitched forward, leaving her holding herself up by her arms, upside down, pinned in place by what was approaching five tons of titflesh.