Not A Gif, But A Quick Edit Might Be Nice For Now :)

Not a gif, but a quick edit might be nice for now :)

If one of my followers could make a breast expansion gif of me, I would be so happy

‘Well, whatever I guess, if he likes it.’ thought Diandra, tugging the dress with difficulty over her head. She knew in her heart this was true, that she would do anything for Drake... even get bigger.

Her lips smiled as she thought about how much he would like it, imagining Drake’s strong hands pressing into her firm, enormous jugs. He would love it, and he would love her, yes.

She examined her mighty bustline and ass in the mirror. She was fucking perfection, and no one had a hope in catching Drake’s eye after he got a load of her like this.

Another set of lips began to show its pleasedness, and Diandra marvelled at the feeling as she ran a hand over her contoured ochre flesh, raising goosebumps of pleasure beneath her filed nails.

She had seen him when they had met up last weekend, eyeing up all the big girls. Well, now she was the bigger girl... But was she the biggest? For the first time since Diandra had took the pills, she was nervous. Was she enough woman for him? 

Her mind trailed back to when she had snooped through his phone, and over the pictures she had found there. Surely any of those big titted-and-bootied sluts would do anything for a man like Drake! Well, she would do better, she resolved, knocking back the rest of the bottle, ignoring all safety signs.

Meanwhile, Drake was on his way over to Diandra’s place, innocent of what was transpiring there, still combing his untameable hair. He had decided to bite the bullet and do it, to ask Diandra out. How many more excuses was he going to have to make to ‘meet up’ with her. Well, now he had found his guts, and held a swag of flowers he had picked from Mrs Henderson’s garden, though he wished momentarily that it was dutch courage instead. He turned the corner on to her street, and walked up to Diandra’s front door, rapping smartly. 

He noticed a curious shaking in the ground, and figured there must be roadworks nearby. After waiting a minute, he knew his courage was failing. He stepped off the porch and began to make his way round the side of the house to the back door, which he knew she always left unlocked, a nervous quickness in his step. The shuddering increased...

Scowling, Verity clacked down the aisle, fists clenched. No, she had not wanted to try a bloody sample. but that that hadn’t stopped Mr-Eager, had it?

She was already late to her meeting, and was just getting credit to top up her phone when, as she had rushed towards the automatic doors of the shop, she was accosted by a young man brandishing a spray bottle, asking if she’d like to try out his company’s latest product. 

Normally, she might have stopped, but not today. No way. Today she had an important meeting, and the last thing she wanted was to look frazzled from her rush. If she hurried now she would have two minutes to get there, just beond the other side of the shopping centre.

Her heels clicked quickly as she walked away with her purchase, frantically typing the code into her phone. As she completed the final digits, a sense of calm overcame her, and she breathed in deep.

A button popped off her shirt, but she didn’t look down. No one would notice, and besides, she probably looked better like that anyway. Smiling, she unzipped her unusually tight jacket, exposing the new round orbs poking against her blouse, musing that it was too hot anyway for it... or was that just her, in fact?

She was almost halfway there. She had lost three more buttons, and her rapidly expanding breasts were in the process of ripping through another, but she had gained an overwhelming sense of confidence, so it didn’t matter. She strode, straight backed and chest forward, making its way head of her by an ever increasing amount of inches as she slipped through cup sizes. Heads beside her bobbed in time with her jiggling chest as it spilled out beneath the confines of her now miniscule-looking bra, black silk peeking through her shirt and she stopped walking at the bottom of the escalator. 

As she rose slowly, she gave a sigh mingled with contentment and nervous excitement, putting a great rent in her bra as she shot past the D range. She could feel it, today was the start of something new, something big.

She felt a slightly uncomfortable tickle, layered over a wedge of pleasure that was spreading below. Odd, she was feeling really... sensitive. All the better she supposed, feeling the snugness of her panties as her ass began to expand. She felt something behind her, and saw a man move back, his face stark with surprise. She gave him a wink, and wiggled her bottom a little as she unconciously grew another few inches. Her hips began to flare out too, stretching the skirt even tighter. She felt a moistness form a trail down her thighs, and they pressed together, thickening as her panties assumed more the shape of a thong at this stage.

She got off the escalator, and stumbled for a moment on hips that were now wider than her shoulders, but strong, thick legs caught her and guided her powerfully across the remaining distance, assuming a brisk, sexy sashay.

It was an unusual day, but she felt marvellous, electric. Her clothes felt great against her skin, all tight and... getting tighter, something said in the back of her mind. She only smiled in well-being, eager to reach her destination as her form changed further. Sexier and sexier she grew, with full lips and a narrowing waist, trim and toned. She stretched her arms outwards, and felt her jacket begin to tear a little, as she began to get taller. 

Every step was a longer one, and the G-cup amazon halted her growth at six feet, with hair hanging down below her waist, covering the split in her skirt. Her ass was a tight, round, enormous cushion, tapering with thick thighs to her still dainty feet. She was a graceful hourglass, powerful and beautiful.

She walked through the doors of the building and towards the office. This was going to be good...

“Why hello there, Jones. I’ve been waiting a long time for this” purred a husky woman’s voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.

I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists. 

I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out “Who is that?”

A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.

“What do you want?!” I yelled, backing further into the corner.

A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.

Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.

She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, “Why my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.”

Ted adjusted his camera again. Damn it, he had messed up the lighting... again! He scowled, suppressing a mutter, and once more focused his lens on the beautiful woman before him.

The light reflected perfectly over the bronze discs of her perfect backside. He gently moved forward, and the gentle clicking of the dials on the settings could be heard as he moved his fingers.

He shifted to the side, and bent lower once again. Why did he keep having to move? He just could not seem to get it right. She was standing perfectly still, right in the same place as she had been. He wondered if the gate had always been that low. It must be the shoes, he concluded. 

He took another step back, so as to take in the perfect glory of this curvaceous delight, then another... and another. His hands shifted the camera, and his gaze, upwards, following the tightening line of Gloria’s bathing costume. A slight crunching sound was emitted as she lent back, decimating the black high heels. She bent far enough for him to see her face, her lengthening blonde hair trailing well past her waist now. Her eyes were closed, and she let out a slight murmur of contentment as her feet were freed. The costume would soon follow.

Ted would regret his having been too stunned to switch the camera to record mode. He would not regret, however, sticking around for her. He heard the wood crunch as her fingers dug into the gate, now lowering below waist height, and she loosed a wail of pleasure as her costume exploded off her, catapulting right past Ted and almost knocking him out. She would be glad of his, or perhaps her luck soon, when she turned to find him staring up at her, open mouthed in awe. As she would bend down, an action made lengthier by her still increasing proportions, they would catch the arousal in one another’s eyes. 

Gloria made him set up the camera for what came next.

Haha! Yes! I knew the serum was working! 

I am a chemistry genius! The gains are juuust as I predicted. Look, look, baby, see? The fat is moving away from my stomach, and is being used to feed the muscles there. 

Hmm... I may have set the dosage balance a little off though; a little too much is going to my ass, and my poor boobies will get jealous.

Why don’t you give them a little kiss; just some attention to make them feel better?

Huh? That’s strange. My last dosage was last week... so why are the numbers moving. What the-? They’re getting faster. Uh oh. 

Well baby, I guess you’d better get ready for a harder ride than usual, because this is making me fucking horny. Vamos.