Initially, Zoey just started vlogging her life for the hell of it. She enjoyed talking to people, so it was pretty natural to start streaming her day to day endeavors.
She was on the shorter side for a woman, and also particularly flat chested. None of that really mattered though, as she was attractive enough regardless and carried her follower count from gaming into her real-life cataloguing quite strongly.
Her follower count grew steadily. It got a sizable bump when she took her go pro to the local mall for a new bra fitting.
Even though she was live on twitstagram, she made sure to not reveal too much. Zoey was sure to get the angles in, but she wasn’t nothing like a camgirl or anything like that.
She posted a try-on haul later that evening, but she was more focused on her growing sub count than her own new clothes. Zoey had long since signed off, but couldn’t shake the fact that the new B cup bra she had just bought was a bit too tight.
The next evening she had gleefully exclaimed to her devoted patrons that she was now, actually, a C cup, and all of the underwear she had bought the previous day was woefully inadequate.
She drove her point home by squeezing into one of the bras she had bought the other day, and the chat went wild.
Zoey was so drunk on the fame and notoriety of it all she had fallen asleep in a bra one size too small. When she woke up the next day, her tits had grown so big she snapped the center clasp clean in half.
That was just the start. Zoey was live every day, and every day she was just a bit bigger than the last.
She had busted a B cup bra while sleeping. The next day she was fitted for a D cup bra. That size only lasted for three days before she was back for an E cup.
After she had became what her chat described as a "busty gal for sure" the other issues started appearing. Her shoes were too tight. Her pants didn't reach her ankles like she was used to.
She was living at home with her parents between jobs and she couldn't help but notice her mom and dad were shorter than she was used to.
Zoey had caught up to her mom first. Her mom was an inch or two taller than her, but after a week or two of streaming, Zoey was suddenly taller and (much, much) bustier than her mother.
Another week or so (and a lot of donations from her lovely subscribers) and Zoey was taller than her father too.
That's not to say her breast expansion slowed down at all, quite the contrary. For every inch Zoey had grown upwards, she also grew outwards at nearly twice the rate.
The girl had left E cups far behind. Hell, that was before she was able to look down at her own mother.
At that point she was a few letters down the alphabet. She was filling an H cup to bursting around that time. Once she was able to look her six foot two father in the eye Zoey was somewhere above a K cup and still getting larger.
These days, she's even bigger than that, both in height and cup size. Not like either measurements matter, all things considered.
Nowadays, Zoey is six and a half feet tall. A few inches above her dad and over a foot taller than her mum. All she does is stream all day with her go pro on a stick.
Her latest video was just her walking through her house, camera out in front with a wide view of her breasts wobbling back and forth.
"Tell your friends, boys and girls. The more you talk, the bigger I'll get"
Zoey had cut the feed there, clutching the go pro on a stick to her chest like it was an ancient artifact.
It kind of was an ancient artifact in a way. Her physical growth was always tied to her follower count. Zoey had figured this out once she snapped out of her B cups.
Even though she wasn't live, she felt her body respond to an increased follower count.
Zoey's breasts bulged forward, further overwheming both her undersized tank top and her even more undersized bra. Her brassire snapped cleanly at the cusp of her bosom, just like it had so many weeks and so many cup sizes ago.
Zoey kicked off her shoes which were pinching her toes horribly, then shed her pants which were also pinching her thighs horribly.
She flopped down on her bed and fished out the ruined bra from under her top. She tossed the torn undergarment off to the side.
Now clothed in just her strained panties and an even more strained 'ice nice' tank, Zoey drifted off into slumber, her feet hanging off the end of the queen sized bed in her parents' house.
Who knew what tomorrow would bring. Hopefully bigger titties.
