"Hm? What's the matter, baby? Aren't you ready to go? Is there something wrong with my outfit? It's just been soooo hard to dress myself with how much I've been growing lately. None of my wardrobe fits anymore! Everything is getting stretched out over my huge, soft tits and I can't keep anything around my wide hips. Even these stockings can just barely contain my thick thighs; can you see how I'm bulging over the lace? Another inch, either taller or thicker around or both, will be enough to burst out of them! This sweater used to be so chaste on me, warm and cozy and big, and now look at me. My boobs stretch it out so much. You can see just about everything through these holes! And, of course, you can tell I'm not wearing a bra. I outgrew my last one a few days ago! My big, soft boobs are just too big to be contained! And all that doesn't even touch on how I tower over you, does it? Remember when I used to look up at you? Now you look so tiny next to me. Like a little doll I could just pick up and play with. Or maybe I'll just keep you down there. You're at the perfect height for me to push you right up against me, trap you against the wall while I grind into your cute, little face. Fuck, that sounds good... Hey, baby? I know we were supposed to go out for date night tonight, but... What if we stayed in? What if we just played together at home? What if I pinned you down and made you eat me out while my thighs and pussy and entire body grow bigger around me? Mm, fuck, sorry, baby. I know I phrased it like one, but that's not really a question anymore. I need you. And, to tell the truth, you're too small to stop me, anyway."
"Wow, those are really gorgeous," a commuter complimented Michelle's breasts.
"Oh, um, thank you!" She blushed, smiling big, looking away, very embarrassed.
"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"No, it's OK, I'm actually really flattered. Most men just grope me. Or jerk off on them as I commute into the city."
"Sorry to hear that...."
"Oh don't be. I kind of like it actually, I'm still getting used to my breasts being so big so the whole thing makes me kind of shy."
"They haven't been this big long?"
"No, I'm part of a research study on radiation-induced gigantomastia."
"That's a mouthful, how'd you get roped up in that?"
"Well, my insurance I guess has this waiver I had to sign like in order to keep being insured I can be selected for research studies. Which I don't mind at all!"
"And that's this..... radiation thing?"
"Oh, yeah! It's pretty cool actually."
"I'm all ears."
A man stood next to Michelle, taking out his dick, jerking off standing next to her. She smiled big and blushed, giggling. "Oh God, OK, let me." Michelle took the man's cock, jerking it off for him as she resumed the conversation. "Sooo, basically I used to only have a C-Cup last year. They injected a small culture of benign and malignant cysts and tumors and put them in my boobs. Then they started using targeted radiation to accelerate their growth. I'm a biology major so it's actually super interesting to me!"
"So your breasts are full of cysts and tumors?"
"Yep! Who knows how many. Oh, do I hear groaning? Hang on." Michelle jerked off the man next to her more enthusiastically, opening her mouth wide. She directed his six consecutive loads into her mouth, looking up at him, keeping eye contact. "Any more?" The man shook his head no. "Awww, you did great," she said, swallowing his load. The man slapped his dick against her cheek, wiping it off. "Thank you," she said as he zipped back up, heading to the business car. "Anyway," she wiped his cum off her cheek with her fingers, eating the rest of his cum.
"You seem awfully busy," the first man joked.
"Yep, always am! Guys just can't help themselves. At least you're well behaved."
"For now."
Michelle bit her lip, feeling her breasts, bunching them together. "Soooo, yeah, my boobs are filled to the brim with cysts, tumors, and other growths, which are being inflated super fast with radiation. This is a popular new Korean med-spa thing to rapidly grow monster-size boobs, but these researchers are testing to see how dangerous it is."
"Judging by how massive those are, I'm going to say very. I bet there are tumors in those things the size of your head."
"Oh definitely, even bigger probably! At least they're still soft. For now!"
"And what exactly is the endgame of this?"
"Well, to inflate them as much as possible, harvest the biggest growths in my boobs, patch me up and force me to grow more."
"Wait, so your breasts are basically like farms for these tumors and cysts Korean girls are inflating their breasts with?"
"Correct! So every six months or so my boobs will be reduced to like.... a DD-Cup, then they'll be reinflated. This is actually already my second batch! Last time they got quite a bit bigger before my team took all the growths out and started over, leaving me with a DD-cup. So for the foreseeable future I'm gonna have to grow these massive breasts and get them reduced over and over. The biggest tumor last time was like the size of a watermelon! I couldn't believe how many they pulled out and that all those things were in my boobs. It's kinda hot but yeah, probably very dangerous."
"Damn, shame you can't keep them."
"Oh, I can! Once the study is over in three years I was told I can stay as big as I want or get a full double mastectomy."
"I hope you intend to keep them."
"Why, you love big radiation-inflated tits like these?" She bunched them together and he could see the outline of a growth about the size of her head push against the surface of her breast.
"And I'm guessing you're headed to the city to get those things pumped with more radiation?"
"Uh-huh, I should get biohazard tattoos on these things to warn guys.... Just kidding, it's safe for everyone, just not the girl carrying them around."
"Worth it, I'd say."
"Me, too! Since you've been such a gentleman.... I don't get off for another eight stops.... wanna take me to the restroom over there and have some fun?"
"I take it that's why you were already sweaty when I got on?"
"I like to reward guys who chat with me instead of just treating me like a toilet to shoot cum into. Not that I mind that, just look at these breasts, who can blame them?"
"I sure can't. You seem to enjoy getting guys off."
"I mean..... it IS important for the research study, immersing myself in the lifestyle of a girl obsessed with male satisfaction so badly I'd overflow my own breasts with radiation-fueled growths. My team loves to hear about my little adventures. Thankfully as a biological researcher I can do much of my work sitting down....."
"I take it that means you're definitely keeping those massive breasts?"
Michelle blushed. "I'm totally addicted to them. I love growing all these awesome oversized tumors for my team to drop their jaws at. I think it's exciting seeing that come out of me....." She pushed her breasts together, horny as hell, taking the man's hand, pushing it onto one of her breasts. "Now come on, get me nice and sweaty again before I see the team! And if I ever see you on this train again, you better not chat with me, OK? I want you to grope my tits and demand to put your cock in me."
"I won't even ask, sweetheart, I'll just rip off your clothes and have all the fun I want."
She bit her lip, standing with a hefty jiggle. "Good boy. Now fuck my poor, irradiated brains out, OK? You can be as rough as you want, my team loves to see my boobs come in bruised and beaten up!"
You sat in the tight chair in the administrator's office, thick thighs rubbing together to try and stifle your rising arousal as your hips strained not only your skirt, but the sides of the chair that was struggling to contain you. All the while, the two administrators were arguing amongst themselves in front of you.
"Look at her!" Professor Burroughs said, pointing at you. 'Yes, look at me.' You thought to yourself, looking down and marveling at your ridiculous bust. To say that your top was ill equipped to handle what you had become in a matter of four days was an understatement. It was grossly unqualified to try and hold the K cups that seemed to have sprouted out of nowhere.
Professor Johnson looked from Burroughs to you and gave a small smirk. The look of subtle approval sent a satisfied shock through you. Immediately you felt your nipples harden and threaten to pierce your overly strained tank top. As your secret benefactor turned back towards Burroughs, you felt the pressure behind your nipples peak before beads of sweet milk began to pool in the fabric and spill down your shirt. You stifled the smallest of moans as they bickered back and forth.
"I could understand how her being in a trial two days in a row could be a clerical error, but four? She's so full of experimental drugs right now that her clothes can't even contain her!" He didn't know that you had bribed Johnson to have access to these trials. Even better, neither of them knew that starting on the second day, you began to buy the drugs from several of the other trial participants, quickly realizing that they were only there for the money not the actual effects of the drug. Those extra drugs were now safely in your purse hanging off the chair.
It was advertised as a breast enhancement lactation drug. Side effects include: increased fertility, increased libido, increased appetite, increased sensitivity, dominant tendencies, muscle growth, etc...
As Johnson tried to explain away how you happened to be in all four trials, the drugs from that day began to kick in. Waves of pleasure began to wash over you as your milk fully let down. Neither was looking at you as you felt your fourth growth spurt in as many days take hold.
A loud creak in the chair followed by a massive tearing noise in your top instantly demanded the focus of both administrators. Their jaws dropped as your breasts were finally freed, openly spraying steady streams of milk across the room.
"Oops." You muttered, standing up and taking the chair with you. Shaking your ass free caused it to break apart, your skirt falling away with it. You were now left in a spilt top and strained, soaked panties. "I think your drug works really well." You said, hefting your new udders to test their size and sensitivity. You cooed in pleasure as they jiggled endlessly in your hands before moving to your nipples to express torrents of milk. "I feel so huge. I feel so sexy. I feel so good." You moaned, temporarily lost in your own pleasure. Johnson reached across the desk to grab his milk-splattered clipboard and began to take notes. 'Subject is in a state of euphoria. Subject has grown over a foot and several cup sizes. Subject is a giant sexy milk machine.' He only thought that last part, but he wasn't wrong.
"We need to get her to a hospital!" Burroughs said, trying to take control of the situation.
"No, I think I want to see where this goes." Johnson countered. "It's valuable data. Imagine if this drug makes it to market. Anyone would be able to take a dose this high."
His words pulled you from your stupor. You weren't just anyone. You didn't want anyone to be able to have what you had. "You make several good points professor. Except. No one else should be able to take a dose this high. I will give you some more data to work with though." Reaching down into your purse, you pulled out the bag of drugs from the other participants and emptied it into your mouth before either administrator could comprehend what was happening. You grinned and stuck out your tongue after swallowing them all like you needed to prove that you actually did it.
"Holy shit," Johnson blurted out. "You actually did it."
"You boys might want to run." You teased, already feeling the pills starting to work their magic. You could feel your heartbeat in your nipples as they heated up, the flow of milk only increasing with each cup size. Your feeble panties snapped away as another wave of growth surged through you. Naked and glowing, you reveled in your own enormity as your tits started to envelop the room. The exit was behind you. The two man were now trapped as your breasts began to press into them, coating them with your milk. They pushed and fought against your massive mammeries, but that only fueled your arousal.
"That's it, knead my giant fucking tits. That feels so good! You might as well help me out while you're over there, why not latch on? Have a drink? I'm producing more than enough for everyone!" It was true. The whole floor was now soaked and the room was full of the sweet scent of your milk and arousal. Suddenly you felt it, two needy mouths tugging and sucking on your impossibly sensitive nipples. An intense orgasm immediately wracking through you. As you threw your head back, you bumped the ceiling. You were running out of room. Post climax weakness filling your legs, you fell to your knees before collapsing in the cool pool of your own milk. Your last conscious thought was that you hoped you were still getting paid for all four days of the trial since new clothes would be really expensive. And you'd need an industrial sized pump. And a bigger place to live.
Just a little story inspired by @breastgrowthgirl 's photo that she graced her followers with.
Lila had always been the quiet one at the corner of the bar — 5’1” of soft curves, golden-blonde hair that spilled down her back, and a chest that already drew plenty of lingering glances. Tonight, though, something felt different. She’d ordered her first pint of dark ale “just to unwind,” but with the first deep swallow, a warm, tingling heat bloomed low in her belly and spread outward.
She didn’t notice at first. Not when she finished the pint and ordered another. But by the third, the hem of her beige t-shirt was riding higher on her stomach, and the soft weight of her breasts felt heavier, fuller, pressing insistently against the thin fabric. The bar’s low wooden ceiling seemed a little closer than usual.
“Another?” the bartender asked, already sliding a fresh glass her way.
Lila smiled, cheeks flushed, and took a long pull. The heat surged stronger this time. A soft gasp escaped her as she felt her body stretch. Her thighs thickened, hips widening with a slow, delicious ache. Her breasts swelled outward, rounding into heavy, overflowing handfuls that strained the shirt until the graphic on the front distorted. She was already pushing 6’2”, towering over most of the patrons, but the growth felt so good she couldn’t stop.
By her fifth drink the ceiling was brushing the top of her head. She had to duck slightly under the hanging light fixtures. Her jacket had long since been shrugged off, and her t-shirt was now a crop top stretched obscenely tight across her massive, jiggling breasts. Each breath made them rise and fall like pale, creamy hills. The men and women around her stared openly now, some nervous, most visibly aroused by the impossible sight of the beautiful blonde giantess growing right in front of them.
Lila’s voice had deepened into a rich, velvety purr. “Keep them coming,” she said, her tone playful but commanding. The bartender, wide-eyed, obliged.
Hour after hour she drank. Ten feet. Twelve. Fifteen. Her ass had become a vast, heart-shaped shelf that knocked over bar stools when she shifted. Her long legs stretched endlessly, thick and powerful. At 18 feet tall she had to sit on the floor, back against the wall, knees drawn up because she no longer fit inside the bar properly. Her enormous breasts rested heavily on her thighs, each one bigger than a beach ball, nipples stiff and clearly outlined through the ruined shirt. She laughed, a deep, intoxicating sound that vibrated through the room, as she drained yet another oversized pitcher someone had brought her.
By closing time, Lila was a living goddess of curves and height. The bar had emptied except for a small, eager group who couldn’t tear their eyes away. Three handsome, athletic men and one curvaceous brunette had stayed, drawn to her like moths to flame.
“Come home with me,” Lila rumbled, her voice soft yet powerful enough to make the windows tremble. Her blue eyes sparkled with lust and mischief. “All of you. I need… more.”
They didn’t hesitate.
Back at her apartment, the ceiling was high enough for her to stand, barely. Lila stripped slowly, peeling the shredded remains of her clothes away to reveal her towering, naked body. Her breasts swayed like pendulums, each one impossibly full and sensitive. She lowered herself onto the reinforced king bed that creaked dangerously under her weight, then beckoned with a finger the size of a forearm.
The four of them approached, trembling with excitement and awe.
The brunette went first, climbing onto Lila’s massive chest, straddling one enormous breast and grinding her slick pussy against the stiff nipple while her hands kneaded the warm, yielding flesh. Lila moaned, the sound rolling like thunder, and arched her back. One of the men positioned himself between her colossal thighs, burying his face in the hot, dripping folds of her pussy, licking and sucking while his hands gripped her thick labia. The other two men climbed her body — one sucking and biting at her free nipple, the other sliding his cock between the deep valley of her cleavage, fucking her tits with long, desperate strokes.
Lila’s huge hands guided them gently but firmly. She lifted the brunette higher, pressing the girl’s entire torso against her breast while she licked and sucked at the smaller woman’s clit with a tongue that covered her completely. The girl came hard within seconds, crying out and soaking Lila’s skin with her release.
The men took turns. One after another they thrust into her tight, dripping heat, her inner walls rippling around their cocks with rhythmic squeezes that made them groan. Lila’s fingers played with them too — stroking their bodies, teasing their balls, even sliding a slick fingertip gently into the brunette’s ass while she rode Lila’s tongue.
Hours blurred into a haze of moans, wet sounds, and shuddering orgasms. Lila came repeatedly, each climax stronger than the last, her massive body quaking and her deep voice crying out in ecstasy as she flooded the bed with her juices. She used her breasts to smother and pleasure them, her thighs to pin them gently in place, her mouth to devour and worship every inch they offered. By the time exhaustion finally claimed them all, the four smaller lovers were spent, curled against her warm, gigantic curves like exhausted kittens.
Morning light filtered through the curtains.
Lila stirred with a soft groan. The bed felt normal again. She blinked, sat up, and looked down at herself. 5’1” once more. Petite, curvy, and perfectly ordinary — except for the pleasant ache between her thighs and the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air.
The three men and the brunette were sprawled across the mattress around her, naked and deeply asleep, small smiles on their faces. One of the guys had an arm draped possessively over her waist even in his dreams.
Lila bit her lip, a mischievous little smile spreading across her face as she remembered the night. Her body still tingled faintly with the memory of that incredible, alcohol-fueled growth.
She glanced at the empty beer bottles lined up on the nightstand and felt a fresh spark of heat low in her belly.
"I'll buy you another gallon of milk! Fuck, I'll buy your groceries for a year, just put that thing down! No, don't- OOUUGGHHHNNN! F-fuck... Look what you've fucking done to me! My boobs were perfect and now they're huge and gross and none of my cuts bras are gonna fit and- Aaahhhnnnn~ S-stop that! Fuck, this bra is getting so tight! I don't think it'll last much longer! I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry for drinking your milk without asking! I promise I'll replace it, I... Wait... Don't look at me like that... What do you mean, you know I'll replace it? What are you doing? Oh, God, you're going to turn me into a fucking cow, aren't you? I swear to God, if you make me make milk I'll- OOUUGGHHHNNN FFFFFUUUUUUCK!"
Well, we knew it would happen sooner or later. Last night our daughter Vanessa's breasts popped. She's always been a very open minded, sexually free spirited girl. She begged us to keep buying her bigger expanders not even because she thought they looked good or wanted big fake breasts. Vanessa wanted them because she knew they'd drive boys wild. And oh did it ever....
Vanessa would be bringing boys around our home all the time. She had sex constantly and was not shy about people seeing her in the act. Oftentimes if we were around she'd be riding a guy, on top, she'd turn to us and smile if we walked by her room and its always-open door. "Mom, dad, take my picture! Don't I look beautiful all covered in sweat, pleasing a guy?" she'd say, and we'd oblige, photographing her. Putting it on our Instagram for everyone to see.
But sadly Vanessa's massive fake breasts simply couldn't take anymore. While surrounded by guys, at a neighbor's firepit gathering, a guy smacked her left breast as she rode another. It completely split apart. The saline inside ruptured out, splitting her implant, then the gush of saline tore right through her already stretched skin and it popped like a big water balloon all over the guy's lap. The men went crazy and started smacking her right breast and the same thing happened. It split diagonally across the whole breast. This left her with two very large, empty 'sacks' as the remains of her beloved monster fake tits.
The surgeon is stuffing them with slightly smaller expanders that can reach her old size once she heals. Sadly her breasts will have very long scars now, but it could be kind of cute if this keeps happening and our Vanessa gets a little collection of bursting scars. Her father and I agree it'll probably be just another thing about her that drives men wild. And I'm sure this won't deter Vanessa's desire to please men one bit.
Everything about your crush, now turned date, soon to be turned girlfriend, spoke to you. From her warm and gorgeous smile, to her sexy attire, to her huge, full breasts, made her like a dream. She always caught you staring, and she was OK with you doing that, because how couldn't you? She loved the attention you gave them from doing that.
"H-hey, uh, listen! When we made that bet, that was just us being silly, r-right? I mean, y'know, it was just some friendly trash talking! When I said that my team was going to grind yours into the dirt and bring disgrace to their country, I didn't actually mean it! Obviously, right? So when I said that I'd let you double the size of my tits if my team lost, that was- Mmmf... Fuck! Come on! Please? I'll let you grope them as much as you want! I'll even let you suck on them! But I'm already so big, I really can't get any bi- Ooouughhnnn! Oh, God, I'm going to be so fucking huge! Just stop, okay? You don't have to do this! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disrespect your team! What do you want me to say, huh? Obviously, you won, so your team is waaaay better! Way better than my team is! Better than my team will ever be! Fuck, fuck, fuck, my jersey is getting so tight! You're going to make me rip out of it! That's what you want, isn't it? Punish me by making my fat udders grow until they tear my jersey to shreds! You vindictive, fucking- AAAHHNNNN!"
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