Veronica saw her favorite customer walk in, a girl about her age named Annie. Sure enough, it'd only been a couple weeks and Annie's breasts were noticeably larger again. Remain professional. Veronica tried, anyway. She drifted over to Annie, greeting her, "Heyyy! You're back again! Getting something new for the weekend?"
"Oh, hey..... I remember your name this time. It's ..... oh! Veronica!"
"Yay, you remembered." She cleared her throat. "So, Annie, how can I help my favorite customer out?"
"Well, I'm going to a concert tonight and...." She looked down at her breasts. "I'm, well, you know....."
"Bigger again?" Veronica giggled.
"Don't say it too loud!" She walked very close to Veronica, leaning in. "It's like I'm doing one of those clinical trials universities always have girls do. For breast growth drugs.... But I swear it's just my natural growth. It's soooo embarrassing."
"I think they look gorgeous!"
"Awww thanks! You're always so sweet to me!"
"I did kinda notice you're bigger every time you stop in. Not that it's a bad thing..."
"Are you.... like, into big boobs?"
"Maybe..... well, let's get an you an outfit to wear! I know just the thing."
Veronica certainly had something in mind, as always... "Well? May I see?" Veronica asked, outside the dressing room door.
"Sure, come in."
Veronica blushed when she saw Annie wearing it. "Oh my god you look incredible!"
"You think? It's kinda see-through...."
"So? You have an awesome body, you should flaunt it. I think it totally suits you!"
"OK, I'll go with it..... thanks. Say, um, are you busy tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Wh-Why?"
"I dunno, you're always so sweet to me..... You wanna go get drinks?"
"Fuhhh..... YES! Duh. Absolutely! That would be so fun. Maybe afterwards.... Do you like having them sucked....." Veronica lifted her hand, tracing her fingers delicately over Annie's breasts.
Annie nodded. "Of course..... I'm even starting to lactate. If you're into that."
"Oh, definitely..... I can't wait."
The tension rose between them, for a second, they both wanted to drop everything and have some fun right then and there, but Veronica pulled back. "Let me get you checked out, I'll give you my number!" They headed to the register.
"You didn't happen to make any more of those cookies you always seem to have when I'm here..... do you?"
As Veronica reached the register, she ducked down, pulling out a little tin. "I bake literally almost every day. Soooo I bring in extra, in case you stop by."
"I guess a way to a woman's heart is cookies!" She laughed.
Veronica picked one up, feeding it to Annie. "There!"
Annie bit into it, eating half, then the rest, wiping crumbs off her chin. "SO good! If we start dating you gotta let me know what you put in these things."
Veronica glanced at Annie's breasts, then back up to her eyes. "Oh, a little secret ingredient."
Annie's chewing slowed, then sped back up. She swallowed, extending her open hand for another. "You're a bad girl. You know that?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Veronica said, withholding the next cookie.
"I've gone from a C-Cup to a NN-Cup...."
Veronica handed Annie another cookie. "Sounds like you've still got plenty of room to grow, then...."
Annie snatched up the cookie, eating it quickly. "Greedy." She put out her hand. "You wanna see how big my boobs can get? Well, let's see...."
thoughts about leaking milk through clothes? unable to take them off and forced to soak through it, maybe because they’re too tight from them growing, or social conventions? :3
Oh, I love it! Seeing milk soak through a tight top is one of the hottest things in the world. I love it especially when it comes almost as a punishment for hubris.
This particular cow thinks that she understands herself fully. She sees herself as apart from those other dumb, ditzy, horny cows who let their bodies control them. She's smarter. She's different. She's the one in control. When she goes out in public, wearing tight clothing doesn't concern her in the slightest. Her whole day has been mapped out, down to the exact timing of her various pumpings, guaranteeing that she balances her personal life with the needs of her body. Her plan is as thorough as it is flawless!
And then something happens.
Maybe the bus hits traffic and she's late to her first milking, throwing the rest of the day off balance. Maybe it's her own fault, getting distracted and losing track of time. Maybe it's both! Regardless of what exactly the cause is, her schedule doesn't go to plan and, suddenly, she realizes just how tenuous the whole thing really was.
Suddenly, she's trying to muddle through her day while her udders swell larger and engorge with milk. She knows her schedule so well that she knows just how long it'll be before she can next sneak away to milk herself. Denial sets in. It'll be fine, she tells herself. Just stick to the plan. Trust the process. It'll all work out.
Her body has other plans. Almost insulted at the idea that she could just wait it out, her udders seem to go into overdrive, making more and more milk by the second. She forces a smile even as her shirt gets tighter over her bust, riding up, turning translucent as it stretches. The pressure of her milk grows and grows until it reaches the point where she almost can't make it anymore.
She doesn't notice the release, at first. The milk doesn't let down all at once. As her supply pushes past her max capacity, only the overflow leaks out. And leak out it does. She still has to deal with the tightness and the aching and the swelling, all while her shirt is growing more and more damp. The darkened spot spreads rapidly, clinging to her tits, making it painfully obvious what's happening to her. By the time she realizes what that strange coolness on her chest is, it's far too late to stop it. Even if she were to scramble and run to the closest spot she can milk, assuming there was one at all, her top is already drenched and her day is ruined.
She thought she could control it. She thought she was better.
She was all you could hear. All you could see. Even while she was kneeling before you, bouncing on her own legs, your eyes were glued to her chest. Her massive, cavernous, overexposed, overdeveloped chest, which was currently stretching your best friend's tank top to its absolute limit.
"Unff~... haah~... b-bigger~..."
Her mind and body were both on autopilot, as her hands reached up to cup her own chest. The same one that was now popping seams off of her tank top, and was threatening to completely burst out of her shirt without any way of stopping its own growth.
But as you kept staring, completely transfixed on your best friend's growth, something seemed to click inside of your girlfriend's mind, and she giggled.
"Mmnf~... fuck, you must be just as addicted to these things as I am, huh babe~?"
The question came at you point blank, leaving you no chance to respond before she shrugged her tank top up and over her breasts, letting them flop out in a majestic display of their size, before she began bouncing once more, titnotizing both you and herself even deeper.
"There we go~. Now there is nothing in the way of my breasts~. My tits~. My marvelous, magnificent, mesmerizing, mind-melting mammaries~. My gargantuan growing lumps of goonermeat meant to be worshipped and served~. My BOOBS~."
Abruptly, another surge of titflesh occurred, as cup size after cup size was piled onto her already massive bosom. Then, another surge happened. And another. And another. Already they were beginning to encroach upon your kneeling form, taking up more and more space, yet your best friend continued smiling. Continued bouncing. Continued touting the glories of her own gains.
"My boobs are going to crush everything, you know~?"
She asked that so calmly, like asking for you to hand her a bag of chips, that your mind just accepted it as fact. Her breasts are going to crush you. They are going to crush EVERYTHING, and there is nothing you can do to stop them.
"Mmnf~, you're still staring~. Not that I blame you. My tits are the only good thing about me. In fact, my tits may as well be my entire identity at this point. Who cares about the girl attached to them? I don't. I just care about my tits. My growing tits. My crushing tits. My soon-to-be-apocalyptic tits. The same tits that you always stared at when you thought I wasn't looking~."
Another giggle escaped her, and her tits reached you, pushing you back, pushing you towards the wall of your apartment.
"But I knew. I always knew. How could I not? My tits were made to be stared at. And every time you stared at them, you fed them. Made them bigger. Hungrier. More apocalyptic than ever before~."
Your back hit the wall, and her tits continued to surge forward, engulfing you in flesh, crushing you in their pillowy softness.
"Now? They get to become the apocalypse you wanted. The apocalypse this whole world wanted. And you get a front row seat to the end~."
The cracking of drywall signaled the end of the apartment's lifespan. In an instant, her tits burst through, and continued their expanse. Nothing could stop them. Nothing would stop them. They would burst through wall after wall, taking up more and more room, until the whole apartment building came crumbling down.
And as the apartment building collapsed, your best friend's tits protected you from falling to your demise. They grew around you, shielding you, keeping you alive and warm and comfortable as they continued their exponential expansion.
"More. More! My tits are going to keep on growing even more~!"
Your best friend's announcement came out as a manic declaration of the obvious, as her tits began usurping buildings, crushing and steamrolling over them, decimating anyone unfortunate enough to be caught beneath their mass. You were the only one spared. You, and you alone, would bear witness to this armageddon. To her armageddon.
"Fuck~! I can feel them gaining speed~! So many eyes staring at me~! So much attention~! So much GROWTH~!"
At the climax of her latest orgasm, her tits wrapped around and completely decimated a skyscraper, before she giggled, and her tits began steamrolling the downtown area, flattening it into dust beneath her bust.
"I am the apocalypse~! I am the biggest~! I am my tits~! And my tits want MORE~!"
By the time her tits were crushing the entirety of your home city, you finally blacked out, unable to stay conscious long enough to watch her outgrow the state, then the country, and then the planet.
But at least you had the best seat in the house to the end of the world...
AMAZING!! This is absolutely amazing 😍🥰❤️ I want more like this! Maybe some slower growth that eventually becomes absolutely humongous over weeks or months! But THIS is still absolutely AMAZING 😍
Jade was having the time of her life as her and her friends pulled it the ouija board. "Stop moving it Chris" Jade shoved. "I'm not doing it I swear.
Jade rolled her eyes as she put the board back in the box. "Stop messing with me guys."
"wait Jade you do know we have to say goodbye right"
"stop it I don't wanna play if you guys are just gonna scare me"
She shoved the box back in the cabinet as she locked the door. Inside a black mist piling up inside and filling the cabinet.
The party continued as the cabinet occasionally rocked back and forth the door handle jiggling as something tried to escape.
Jade grabbed a drink and chugged it as she shot a picture of herself. Her to the sticking out for the photo as a loud bang was heard. "The cabinet falling to the ground as everyone stared.
Jade crept toward it"everyone okay... Alright let's try to not break my house..."
She picked up a door that had fallen off of the cabinet the ouija board dpalyed out across the carpet. She stood wide eyed as she tried to face her fear. Everyone watched as...
A loud crack filled the room. The cabinet splintering as a black mist billowed out and struck the nearest person.. Jade. Absorbing itself in her as she flew back into the wall. Everyone stumbled back as she woke up from her k. O.
Jades eyes pure black as they returned to normal. "What just happened. Jade struggled to stand up. Her body weak and tired. Her clothes felt tight as she breathed heavily. She gasped as air became harder and harder to take in. She stared down to find what everyone else was seeing. Her cleavage piling up in her already tight black shirt. Her straps digging into her shoulders as the belt buckle fell off to the floor. Jade stood up staright as her eye line easiest steadily but slowly. She wasn't stopping. If anything it was speeding up." Guys... What's happening" she croaked out as her shoes snapped off. Her feet outgrowing them in seconds. She stumbled against the wall. Everyone backed up as the formerly 5'2" girl pushed 5'6"
Jade continued to grow up. Her boobs jutting out of her shirt as the upper half finally fell off. Her straps tearing off her shoulders. Her lack of a bra making itself known as the boys stared and took pictures. She folded her arms into her boobs. Covering herself as her skirt grew tight. A light tear being heard as her panties fell to the floor. Jade giggled sheepishly. She leaned against the wall covering herself beat she could as vertigo racked her body. Her body felt electric. It tingled and swelled as she pushed 5'9".
The crowd began muttering as her skirt snapped falling to the ground. The tiny girl now revealing herself. Jade felt the cameras staring at her as several guys oooed and awwed her body. She spurted up to 6 ft as she struggled to breath. Her cleavage swelling past her arms ability as she struggled to cover herself. "Stop looking... Look away."
The crowd didn't listen as she continued upwards. Her necklace snapped off her neck as her leggings started tearing running down her legs. Jade gave up covering her boobs as she reached up. Her hands tickling the ceiling as she strectched up. "I'm not stopping it's speeding up"
The crowd murmured as they backed up. Jade was torn between panic and pleasure. Her body felt better than ever but something was off about it.
She giggled as her leggings fell to the ground she was completely naked as she pushed 7 ft tall. She stared down at everyone as her growth rate doubled. Her head now pressing up faster. She stopped covering herself completely as she strutted out into the middle of the crowd. "Pleasure me" she pointed at Chris as she grabbed him by his shirt pulling him in. Jade sat on the ground as Chris and several others closed the distance. Their spirits unable to resist her. Her pussy lit up as the crowd pleased her. Motorboating and eating her out. A couple reaching up and climbing up on her as they tweaked her nipples. She lay flat on the ground as she passed 9 ft tall. Her boobs and ass piling over and smooshing those under her. Jade moaned and gasped.
Closer... CLOSER"
She was so close to orgasm as her body heated up. Her skin electric as she clutched her teeth and moaned. Her legs spasming and shaking. She couldn't control herself as she orgasmed. "Don't stop... Please... More.. I'm gonna. So close. I'm..." Her eyes rolled back as she shrieked. Her body strectching across the room
Her feet planted against the wall as she felt another wave come. "Oh my god. Fuck more. Feels so good. Don't stop keep going.The crowd obeyed as she writhed and squirmed. Another shriek piercing the night sky. Her head hit the wall as her boobs hit the ceiling. Her legs smashing the walk down as she struggled to fit in the house. Don't stop don't ever stop as she shrieked again. Her body tearing the house to pieces as she outgrew her own home
this is actually one of my own generations. that might be the way to go in the future just to make sure no one yells at me.
managed to do some more intensive editing on this one than just having AI do everything for me. mainly making her legs longer and thicker manually, then having AI make things look more cohesive. seems to be a better way to control things rather than dice roll the loras and hope it gives me what i want.
just now realizing there’s two hands on the girl in the second image god damnit
“So, uh, your Titnosis deal. Just say no if it’s too weird, but I’ve been working on affirmations and attraction, and I know it sounds kinda crazy, but could you, like, titnotyze me, is that the word? Titnotyze me into making my boobs bigger? I’ve tried on my own, and no real changes yet, but the theory is that like attracts like, and I think I could just use a little push, and honestly, you’re kinda… goals for me and I’ll shut up now…”
"Awwww, of course, cutie! I know HRT has been hard for you, but it's been such a pleasure watching you transform over these last few months and I'm genuinely touched that my big, soft titties could be an inspiration for my pretty roommate. I just wish you had said something sooner!
"Just take a deep breath. I know this might feel a little scary, but I promise you that I'll take good care of you. You're one of my closest friends and I would never do anything to hurt you. I know this isn't something you've had particular issue with in the past, but as of right now, you officially have my permission to stare at my tits. Actually, more than permission, I'm commanding you to stare at them. God, you're so cute when you blush...
"Ahem, anyway, just look at them. Keep breathing, nice and slow, and look at my breasts. They're so heavy and soft and full. Don't be embarrassed; they just are. Take another deep breath and relax. Let your muscles relax. You're not staring at my tits anymore, just looking, just letting your eyes settle there like they would on a pair of distant hills. Good girl! Another deep breath for me, that's it. Now, let your mind go. Don't make any effort. You don't need to. This should be the most effortless thing in the world. If a thought pops into your head, that's okay! Nothing wrong with that. Just let it pass by; let it drift away. Like a balloon on a string, it slips from your grip and floats off into the distance until... pop! Hehe, you can giggle! It's funny, isn't it? Feeling all your thoughts go... pop! You don't need them, not when you're staring at my big, round boobies. Now, I'm going to start bouncing them and you don't need to follow them with your eyes. Just relax and let them bounce.
"Oh, you're so good! So deep for me already, so relaxed. And now my titties are moving and you can't look away. You don't want to look away. My bouncing, sloshing boobies are helping to guide you deeper and deeper and deeper. Every bounce pushing down your thoughts a little bit more until there's nothing left. You're so good for me. You're so good and empty and vacant and open. That's it, just like that. Let my titties take you so, so deep. You're safe, cutie. You're safe. You can let everything go. One last deep breath in and, as you let that breath out, the rest of you goes with it.
"You're doing such a good job, cutie. You've done so good sticking with your hormones and persevering. You make me so proud to know you, to be your friend. You deserve a treat, don't you agree? You deserve to be rewarded. You deserve to get what you want.
"It's time for you to grow some titties.
"I know you want it so badly. You want juicy, wobbly titties like mine. You said you did. They look so good when I bounce them like this, don't they? You need to know what it's like to have them, too. You need to feel their weight on your chest. You need to feel the straps of your bra digging into your shoulders as they try to life your huge boobs. You need cleavage. You need spillage. You need tits.
"And now you're going to get them.
"Picture it in your mind. Picture what it'd be like to have tits like mine. Feel their weight, see their size. Feel them rise and fall with your slow breathing. Feel them bounce and ripple with every little movement you make. You're going to get this big. You're going to grow. Your tits are going to swell and expand and engorge until you have huge, sweater-stretching, bra-busting tits like mine. You won't be able to stop it. You wouldn't stop it even if you wanted to. Every day, they'll be a little bit bigger. Every time you see yourself in the mirror, you'll know that they've grown. Every time you dress yourself, you'll feel your clothes squeeze your growing tits.
"It may take time, but don't get discouraged. You will get them. You will grow them. You'll be big. You'll be busty. You'll be just like me. No room for doubt. You will grow big, bouncy titties.
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