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My pulse was palpably beating in my neck as, I swear, all the blood drained from my body into my dick, which sprang into tenting action, fighting the confines of my trousers. My hands were only too happy to comply, fumbling with my fly before I ripped off the whole ensemble. I stood there, erect and veiny, my eyes fixed on the sight before me. My feet moved me toward, and then the teasing, something about me not even hanging up my clothes, stopped as my cock slammed into her sopping, enormous cunt.

“It has been one year since we met honey! One year since i started to grow! And i thought that you deserved a huuuuuuuge present to celebrate this! C'mon big boy, show me how you treat big, bad girls like me… Hurry up! Or you are going to cum before you even open the package!” “giggle”

‘Oh shit... how many were in there?’ you wonder, your eyes like saucers.

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A Swell Party

Tiffany held her pose, hoping the fabric would last long enough for her boyfriend to take the photo. The click coincided with a loud rip of a seam giving way, yet the flash was not met with one of her own. Tiffany made sure not to sigh in relief, and dashed as quickly as a girl with huge, swelling tits who is wearing heels who may also have had one too many drinks could from the poolside and back into the house.

As she opened the bathroom door her dress was completely rent in two by her tits as they exploded out in their full filling glory, protruding over a foot outward from her chest, She quickly clamped them with both hands, as if attempting to hold back their enormous swell as they pushed past soccer ball size, before realising the door was still fully open and that there was a very large mirror to her right. Leaving one arm to hopelessly cope with the heaving balloons of growth, she spun around to slam the door. Newton’s Second Law of Motion sensed this, and the momentum of her gargantuan mams sent her crashing into the realisation of what a suddenly altered centre of gravity feels like. Between was the door, which crashed shut as she toppled to the floor, her  mammoth tits landing heavily upon her only a moment later.

She sat there dazed, looking down at them as they descended lower and lower upon her rib cage, shredding the dress to ever smaller rags. She was hypnotised by the way they ate up the empty air around them, pushing out to begin to cover her arms a little, and she began to--

At a pounding on the door she squealed and fumbled for the lock and snapped it across the door. The panic from outside subsided slowly, or she began to pay it less heed as she fell back into watching. Her eyes widened as her bosom grew bigger and bigger, rapidly swelling to fill her lap. Tiff’s new dress had completely fallen away, and she looked at the ruined white material. It was only then that she was able to become distracted enough from the shocked terror that had overcome her that she began to realise how... good it actually felt. She looked down at her boobs as they engorged further and further afield, and each stir of expansion ignited her with sensation. 

Her fingers moved to unclick the lock on the door, outside which Sean was still pleading in utter obliviousness, but her eyes never left her new assets. 

She didn’t care how she had grown. It hadn’t affected anything, not her work life, her social, OR her love life, thank you very much.

In fact, after Maddie met Darren on a dating site, she thought perhaps it was very much the opposite. Darren was such a caring guy, and it hadn’t made a difference to him if she was maybe a little on the ‘large’ side. Of course, on their first date, which she had been nervous as hell about, he had stared. But, if he was phased, he gave no sign of it, because that was it, like it was one time to acknowledge Maddie, and then he accepted. How many people were like that?

He had taken Maddie to look at the fireworks on a little hill above a quaint little town, which was of course perfect aside from his slightly undersized picnic blanket, but Darren had made up for that. Darren made up for so many of the problems being big presented, and well accentuated all the benefits. Coming from a strict Catholic background, he had made her wait till they were married for them to have sex, and it was only on their wedding night that she really learned to appreciate the benefits. She still tingled marvelling on it.

So now, as they made love, seven years well into their marriage, in the full light of day with the lights on just for the fun of it, Maddie relished this moment where she could make Darren as happy as he made her.

“I love you, baby/” he said in unsteady passion, and her mind filled with mixed contentment, titillation, and love.

Bigger again, huh? You know, I’m beginning to think that I’ll never have enough tit for you!

Oh, but don’t worry, I’m hardly pouting about it. In fact- and this is a secret, so shhh!- you might like it, but I lov- uhh! Sorry, it’s hard to ah! -concentrate after it starts because mmm.. -it ooh! -feels so good! Ohh! OHHHH!

Never mind that she had just graduated with a PhD in a special branch of organic and biochemistry and molecular biology, because she was putting her talents to use in order to obtain ‘empirical evidence’ on a hypothesis she had suggested regarding whether size affected the pleasure scale.

Right now, however, she said she wanted to be your bimbo fuck doll, your own personal slut. Your feet motioned you forward as, wide-eyed, you saw her gain another three inches…

You struggled with the bra, and your five years of hard workouts seemed all for nout against the inexorable tightening swell. She began to squirm, gasping in half pleasure and half pain as they bloated against the iron fabric.

Please... I need, I neeed!-- Ah!

You floundered for a moment, before remembering the leatherman you always carried attached to your belt. Then you stood well back from the explosion your pocketknife was about to cause as you drew the blade downwards.

‘Time is ticking, and my hourglass is only filling.’

Jenna smiled to herself, admiring the photo she had just taken of herself. Her figure, even to her, was breathtaking - even shocking. She was now the proud owner of a generous E-cup, verging on F, and a behind which devoured her ex-boyfriend’s Batman shorts, the only thing that currently fit her.

She looked down. ‘Damn, all the right junk in all the right places.’ Her grin widened, and she snapped another pic. Of course, there was a hell of a lot of getting used to, but she figured that the endorsements she would soon be getting from her  online profiles would pay for a new wardrobe, and much else besides.

She pictured Andy’s face agog as photos of her flooded the internet. He would cry himself to sleep, thinking over his spent dick that he could have had this all, just for him and him alone. He would know how badly he had fucked up when he left her that night alone in the construction yard, and hadn’t even bothered to see if she was alright. The explosion had changed her, while he was off with some floozy, but this bitch was now back, bigger and better than ever. She felt a slight tingling, and cooed, enjoying the sensation rushing through her...

“Well, what can I do? I spent my last paycheck buying new clothes and this custom bra!” 

Ally winced at the tightness, which would have been excruciating but for the overcoming pleasure of her boobs as they bloated bigger and bigger

“I guess I’ll have to make do without. Oh well, better get started on that back training regimen!”

A seam uttered an ominous rip. 

“Looks like I’m going to need it.”

A nipple surfaced from above the straining lace, causing her to suck in a deep breath as it hardened in the cool air.

“Now, if I could only figure out a way to work out aaaand relieve this insane sexual tension.”

She smiled, cat-like, as an idea came to mind. Ally fumbled for her phone, somewhere beneath the wall of swelling tit, and quickly pressed redial.

All mock-innocent and girlish, she spoke into the mobile, curling her hair between two fingers while her breasts pushed further and further.“Hey Davey, do you think you could pwetty pwease come over and help widdle ol’ me out with something...” Her voice deepened to a husky tone as her other hand examined the heft of quad-boob spilling from the top of a cup. “...personal?”

A strap finally gave out and snapped like a catapult, coming to hang quivering while she paused, listening to his response. She crossed her legs, impatient with arousal, and took in her own fragrance.

“I think you’ll like it... but hurry, big boy, I’m growing impatient.”

It was beyond you how she hadn’t noticed yet. They were fucking enormous, and the leather was getting so tight. How long till she was going to burst out? Boob piled upon boob, spilling out from the top, producing a cleavage larger than most women’s busts.

And she just kept on chatting to you, unaware of your popping eyes, gaping mouth, or of her own massive expansion.

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Like clockwork. It was a bizarre bond that existed between the two of you... wedding rings, huh. The wreathed bands of gold you had purchased from a medieval-style lodge you had stayed in in France had certainly caused their fair share of embarrassment, but the benefits, like your wife’s tits, outweighed all the negative points.

Today  had certainly your lovely lady had certainly been worth the wait as she went out on her lunch break. You felt yourself straining as you fully opened the front door for her. No doubt, she felt it too, as she lost yet another button to her burgeoning cleavage.

“I came as fast as I could once I felt my tits start to grow.  After all, that’s how I know you’re getting horny…”

‘Oh dear, another outfit soon off to the morgue’, she thought as she absent mindedly considered the tightening material stretching to its limits over her body. She turned back to her phone. ‘Ah well.’ she mused, feeling the dull thrill of pleasure zinging across her skin as it expanded outwards in her legs, ass, and breasts. The feeling was electric, as the cloth continued to try to constrict her in its struggle against her growing assets. It began to give ground, and stitches one by one began to pop, well on their way to shredding. Mia merely allowed the corner of a smile show as she waited for the wardrobe team, deciding not to mess with a good thing, but merely to enjoy it. Like her daddy had always said ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.’

God, what a bunch of spoilsports. Those bitches were all just jealous 

“Oh my God, you need to get to a hospital”” “There’s, like, something totally wrong with you!” - Yeah whatever. They could all go to hell.

Samantha luxuriated in the feeling as her tits jumped up another size, quivering as she walked along the corridor with a new confidence, and a staggeringly gorgeous rack. She had long removed her bra, which by comparison had been little more than a glorified vest.

With the clack of her heels and the enlarging bounce of breasts, she felt powerful. An echo could be heard of the small horde who had started to meekly follow her down the corridor. Mmm... Her shirt was about to give way. Soon their curiosity would give way to full blown adoration. She chuckled... Delicious.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, examining the potential that lay within. Under my gaze, the hidden structures in her DNA pivoted, and I saw her untapped. The small scanner I held ran over her body, taking in the already generous curves, and flounting all precedent. I watched the screen seeing her bust expand larger and larger, tripling in size. My mouth dried as I pictured the tank top she was wearing stretch and begin to tear, and I could almost hear the moans ripping from her hungry throat at the pleasure. 

She smiled coyly at my obvious attraction as I moved over to her. As we introduced ourselves and got talking, I began to suspect that this girl would be more than eager to talk about my interest in biology soon enough...

Her latest girlfriend, or victim if you wanted to call it that, sighed in pleasure, giving herself over to Valentina. 

Valentina steadied herself as she was hit by a wave of pleasure. Maxine’s mouth caressed hers, pushing all that she was through it. The changes had already started.

Val’s hair extended, pooling in lush, thick tresses about her. Maxine pressed harder, a neat pixie settling around her slender neck, and Val moaned, losing control.

Her breasts... they surged outwards, the enormous juggs growing past K cups, bigger than her head. Maxine was flat as a board, and her hips narrowed into her lover’s broad expanse, even as her fingers dug inside the eager, ever more sensitive gape between the thickening thighs. 

Maxine soon had to stretch a little to continue, as Val arched her graceful neck up the undersized deck chair, and her feet ran over the end. Val was more beautiful than ever, her large eyes sparkling above a pretty nose and divinely plump lips. 

Maxine shivered, feeling herself becoming more ethereal, as the two truly began to merge. Valentina gasped. She must have been close to nine feet in height now, and her fading lover was doing all the opposite of stopping, mastering Valentina even as she diminished. Valentina squealed in orgasm, and Maxine, now translucent, shrunken to but two and a half feet, grinned before burying her face in Val’s throbbing cunt. 

Valentina was lost, hit by wave after wave of pleasure, growing uncontrollably.

Legs grew longer, smooth and curvy, with keen, firm muscle covered by a plush softness. Ever taller, her bucking was rapidly demolishing the deck chair, as well as the parquet below. Val’s moans grew louder and louder, and Maxine writhed, growing ever more excited, feeling their senses merge. Val’s ass stuck out, angling her pelvis into the air like she was made to be fucked, and the juicy meat thickened, widening along with her hips which tapered obscenely from her slim waist, hair cascading either side of her. Her boobs hung down to leave only the smallest midriff, heavy and pulsingly sensitive, their enormous weight keeping Maxi in place, and covering her. Like walls beside her, they grew higher and thicker, and Max could only marvel at a nipple almost, and then bigger than her face. She grinned, and finally sank into the cleavage, her fingers working over Val’s clit to the last...

Rita had always been a big girl. As she was growing up, she discovered she was also a bad girl. In everything she did, she had to take to things to extremes. So, you can imagine, when she entered part of a trial programme for breast enhancers, she had overdosed by the third day.

She had never had a second thought, and none passed through her head as she downed the entire bottle of pills, and then did the same with the second one.Over the day, she ordered takeout several times to feed her growing boobs, and a number of her ex-boyfriends to handle the bills as well as her.

They came over, and in her, feeding her and her growing, lusty tits. Her breasts seemed to surge out with each thrust, each bite of sin. From a large B she grew larger still, blossoming through the C cup range and on to the tantalising D. She was supposed to record her results, and flipped on the camera, even she licked chocolate from a finger and James pounded her from behind. “How’s this?” she laughed, as her rack exploded through her tank top’s straps, bouncing free among the billowing tatters. 

Hot cock and warm pizza filled her, and she licked her lips, twirling a decadent nipple as she orgasmed with Edward, just as she took Clive into her mouth. her breasts tingling as they pushed out from Es to Fs, round and heavy against the man she owned.

‘Enough’ was a word she had never known, and Rita relished every second of growth, hungering for more as another subject faithfully throbbed between her tits, growing thick, hard, and veiny on the brink of orgasm. She opened her mouth in expectation, already savouring the salty taste, as her breasts engulfed the huge member, spilling out around them both, monumentally jiggling from well endowed into stripper territory. And still Rita took and took.

By her tenth man, her breasts fell either side of her, trapping her underneath their weight. Yet her phone was plugged in and within her hands, and photos circulated, bringing her more, almost enough, but never, of what she wanted. Rita came just thinking about it, and slowly swelled towards the edges of the bed, her pussy aching. Soon wasn’t soon enough.

This feels incredible. I’ve ripped clean through my bra, and now the straps of my dress are straining too. I can feel the soft cloth growing taut against my enlarging breasts, almost rough to my heightening sensitivity.

The bra has slipped down, and the fabric of my clothes is ripping away too. My boobs are bigger than my head, growing fast and torturing me with pleasure. At last, the hated garment is gone, and my juggs stand proud, quivering to greater proportions as my fingers find nipples. I never want this to end...

She looked in the mirror.

“What the FUCK?!” said Mirri, her voice echoing across the empty gymnasium.

Her eyes poured up and down the body in front of her. Her body. 

Where before flab had covered plainness, now every curve and muscle accentuated a beauty that radiated from her very core. Plainly speaking, MIrri was fucking hot!

She moved, memerised by the ripple and jiggle of lithe muscle and ample contour. She was so focused, slowly shifting her body to stare at the perfect hourglass; powerful calves, thick yet yet graceful thighs, wide hips and a buxom derrière, a small but powerful waist, a full and bountiful chest, and sensual good looks to stun and amaze... She didn’t notice that he was still changing. Growing.

Mirri’s hand slowly slid up the mirror as she peered closely at her large, dark eyes. Unconsciously, he bent forward to adjust to her increasing height, and sticking her ass out was enough to finish off the panties straining at her waist. They shot off as her hips blossomed outwards,even as the straining material on her thighs gave out. Her socks began to ladder, thinning as their content enlarged. 

Her hair trailed down now to her waist as she now bent to her knees to examine her high cheek bones. Growing bustier and getting toned was one thing, but the unfamiliarity of her own face was bizarre and fascinating. Sculpted and delicate under her hands, she tingled with sensation, blushing at her own arousal as the remnants of her shirt shredded under the unassuagable heft of her massive boobs, expansive and cold against the mirror. She was still rising higher, a good 14 feet at least now, but her proportions had doubled. Her ass stuck out like some exquisite shelf, tapering to lush thighs that ached to wrap around a strong man’s waist. Her tits were mind boggling, HUGE. They were almost twice the size of her own head, or about half a dozen times the size of a normal man’s.

Of course, this is all in the past tense. Mirri was growing, transforming by the moment into a true goddess. Legs lengthened,  mounds swelled as she stretched. Within her, a flame rose, an augmenting whisper that began to call to her within, telling her its need, getting louder and louder, making her sweat at the temple and quiver in the knees with keen arousal.  And still he got bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Her breath came short as she approached the very top of the mirror, bent over even as she was. Realisation would come soon, and then... what would she do?

Well, Raymond would find out as his keys began to turn in the lock of the front door of the gymnasium.

“Is this your idea of a joke?”

She brandished the bottle.

“Well, if it is, joke’s on you.” she smiled

“Because I like it.”

your eyes widened as she tipped the remaining contents down her throat

this wasn’t supposed to happen. a few sips would make her grow, doubling, eve tripling the size of her breasts, but a full bottle! Even so much tit couldn’t handle all that.

you heard her laugh, triumph infused with the intoxication of power as inch by inch her head began to rise higher and higher into the air. her boobs were enormous rushing out in every direction, shredding her patheticly inadequate top. but even those monsters couldn’t handle all that. While they were growing faster than the rest of her, the serum was spreading through her whole body, pushing it to and beyond its limits. She wasn’t merely growing taller, she was growing bigger. While her legs lengthened, her hips widened, and her thighs thickened alarmingly. You took a a step back as she hit the seven foot mark.

“So, what do you think now, huh?”

Her top, strained to its limit, catapulted away, to reveal her vast jiggling cleavage. You couldn’t speak, but her grin widened at the popping of your eyes.

“Am I big enough for you?”

She was closer now, though she hadn’t taken a single step. She moved back a  little now, her smooth towering rubensesque legs moving silkily, the muscle tracing a line to her plumping tush, now drifting towards the height of your chest. Now she could look down at you over the gargantuan plateau of swelling tit.

She winked, gazing down at you through her long lashes., and blew a kiss, even as with it came the enticing sound of her shorts ripping away

She was truly breathtaking. All thoughts of regret sputtered to nothing beneath the strain of your hard on.

Still think I might need another one? she cooed i mock innocence

The other guests had long since run. You were paralysed before the 12 foot goddess, fear crushed beneath rapt desire..

Holy shit she wa more than twice your height, and still growing. She bulged, stretched, boomed, and burgeoned,.Her pink  panties put up a valiant fight to contain her hips, now wider than your arms could encircle. They whipped past you, and you caught her scent, hungry and wanton. Your knees shook, along with the ground as the girl , now more than hour times your height, approached.

“Hey, big boy, I think I can see one hidden, there in your pants. Mind if I take a sip?” her confidence was ludicrous, but you almost came right then, only help back by your eagerness to please her.

You were in the air before you knew it, your hips moving towards her wide open lips.  Your pants were merely an after thought before you were enveloped in worshipping bliss. You stood atop her massive breasts, each bigger than your body. Her hands pressed you deeply towards her mouth. ,After several long sucks, she asked where you kept the rest of the growth formula. You would tell her, of course, once you found the ability to speak once more.

The skirt creaked, the seams just about to rip a little further. Kayleigh felt a warm afterglow as she walked along the office corridor back towards the labs. Today with Tom had been sooo good she thought, feeling a tingle. He really had been right about knowing how to pleasure a girl from the back as well. Mind you, she considered, unaware of the new inch of ass being put on show under the rearing skirt as her lower half continued to thicken. With a cock that big, should she have been surprised? 

She walked along, her ass flaring out more with each step, hungry for him. It was almost enough to make her forget about the chemical spill from earlier in the day. Her ass tightened pushing out another few inches like a shelf behind her.  Kay licked her lips absent mindedly. It was kind of exciting knowing his cum was inside her, deep in her ass. They normally used condoms but the feeling of him going in raw had almost made her not need lube. So thick, and sooo hard. She was unaware that by now her hips were so broad that she could take Tom whole with relative ease. The thought of him sliding into her, pumping his cock into her ass, filling her up, it made her feel sexy, and she bit her lip, feeling the fabric of her skirt tight across her skin, making her shiver in wantonness.

It made her feel like a real woman. She continued to walk, her skirt slowly coming apart as she grew bigger and hornier. By the time Kay would get to her desk and sit, half naked, she would have already paged Tom to meet her there for round 2.