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[growth-opportunities]

A goth gets absurdly jealous of the hot oversized bitches in their classes and decides to be the the biggest and best in the whole campus. and then some.

"In hindsight, I'm actually very proud of myself for learning my lesson so quickly! Beating them by a single cup size made me realize that, while their whole worlds revolved around their bodies and their curves, I had a rich, inner life and beating them with bigger tits wasn't necessary. I had hobbies and interests and a personality and friends that loved me and those were all vastly more important than being the bustiest woman on campus.

"It is a bit of a shame, though, that the revelation came after the spell was well underway and that there was nothing I could do to stop it. Talk about egg on my face! There I was, walking around campus, feeling enlightened and relieved, free from the burden of having to be bustier than those bitches in my class, and yet still growing bigger and bouncier by the day. I had made my request, burnt my offering, and I had to see it out to the end. Ironically, if anyone on campus could actually understand what I was going through, it'd be them. Talking about it with them, however, didn't seem like the best idea. What was I going to say, 'You guys made me so mad that I drew upon a mysterious and ancient power to give me the biggest tits on campus by a mile and, just, wow, outgrowing bras sucks, am I right?' I just didn't think that would end well, you know?

"So now I have no choice but to let the spell run it's course. Oh, it's still ongoing! My growth isn't as dramatic, but I have this constant, low-level tingle that tells me the magic is still active. Even with all this bouncing, wobbling, jiggling titmeat on my chest, apparently the Goddess of the Crossroads feels that I haven't learned my lesson fully. They're not all bad, though! Sure, finding bras for them is impossible. Yes, trying to keep them from bouncing up and smacking me in the face is a trial. Of course, they're heavy as hell and I have to constantly stretch my back to keep it from aching. But... come on... They look fucking incredible, don't they? I should know; nobody can keep fucking eye contact with me while I'm talking!"

[countreinertorheit]

[growth-opportunities]

When I caught the shortstack virus I wasnt too worried at first, how could losing a couple inches of height possibly be so bad? And I get some extra curves on top of that? Win-win!

I've been a beanpole my whole life so I thought the deal would be pretty sweet, even me out and all that. Well, ive lost over a full foot of height and my curves are big enough that I can't see my toes anymore, and my ass serves as my personal booster seat! I'm starting to think that this wasnt really the upgrade i thought it would be...

That's the tricky part of things like the Shortstack Virus or when people figure out how to trade IQ points for cup sizes: people always overestimate how much they can afford to lose. At least in your case, you don't really get to choose how severe your strain of the virus is, but it's almost always stronger than people expect.

The changes start out exciting enough. A little extra tit, a little bonus ass, all for a few inches that you'll barely miss. Whatever looseness in your clothes comes from your diminishing height is offset by your growing curves, keeping the fabric tight. You feel confident. You feel sexy. You feel a little clumsy, but you're still getting used to the fact that the ground is a little closer than it used to be. Who cares? You've got tits now!

But the virus still has to run its course. The ground keeps getting closer and everything else is getting bigger, especially your own curves. Your widening hips keep bumping into things. Your tits squish against anything and everything. You try to reassure yourself that this is still what you wanted, but the struggles are mounting. Things that used to be easily in reach now require you to use a stool or jump for them, which just makes your ballooning curves wobble obscenely. Now that you're starting to dip below the heights of other people, they take you less seriously, some even giggling at your shrinking stature.

It only gets worse from there. So much of your mass is shifted to your chest that the only reason you don't fall over is that your ass balanced you out. Forget trying to find a bra that fits. You're shrunk small enough now that even custom bra makers would think your measurements were a joke. You wobble obscenely with every little move you make, whether that's sliding out of bed and hitting the floor or having to hop to get up onto a chair. With your curves being your defining features, that's all anyone sees of you. Some of them even try to pick you up like a little, plush doll! It's not all bad for you, though. Your bed feels so much bigger now and so much of your time is spent laying in it, groping your huge tits with one hand while the other moves between your thick thighs. Your body is so soft and so curvy and so damn sensitive; you can't stop yourself!

Of course, it may not seem like it, but you're one of the lucky ones.

Just imagine what the virus would do to someone who wasn't tall to begin with...

[plasticpretty]

[joaoppereiraus]

Booby Trapped

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[growth-opportunities]

You can feel it.

Every bounce, every jiggle, every wobble serves as a constant reminder.

You are your tits. Your tits are your worth.

You can't resist the urge to show them off, to make sure everyone can see them and appreciate them and, by extension, you. Every time you see someone glancing at your tits, staring at them, obsessed with them, you know that you have worth. You have value. You're tits. You're porn. And you want to be the best that you can be.

Some of that means dressing the part. Crop tops and no bra make sure that they bounce as much as possible, even if it means bouncing out. Letting them see your tits just makes them even more entranced! It gets hard to think with all that bouncing distracting you, all that attention making you horny and needy, but you don't need to think. Porn doesn't have to think. Tits don't have to think.

And you need to be bigger. You are your tits and your tits are your worth, after all. The bigger you are, the more worth you have. Maybe you use lotions and creams and pills to make your tits as big and as soft as possible, growing them to keep them bouncing and keep them wobbling. Maybe you inflate them with as much cheap saline as you can, pushing past the limits of the human body to be as big and as good as possible. You won't bounce anymore, not in the same way, but that might just make people stare at your pornballoons even more.

Every glance, every grope, every squeeze just proves how good you are.

You are porn.

You are your tits.

Your tits are your worth.

Your tits make you an object for the pleasure of others.

You can always be better.

You can always be bigger.

[growth-opportunities]

I recently started participating in a clinical trial to increase my breast size, and it’s been going great! I started at a C cup, and in a month I’ve already grown to an E cup! There is one issue I guess… the ‘sensitivity’ side effect is really kicking my ass. Whether it’s a bra or a t-shirt, anything rubbing against my nipples drives me crazy! Someone brushed against me on the bus the other day and I nearly came…

Come on, now. Be honest. I know that you love it. However distracting it may be, you can't get enough of how sensitive your growing breasts are becoming. This is what you wanted, to some degree. You wouldn't sign up for that kind of clinical trial if you didn't have size greed to some degree. Most women would be overjoyed to be a C-cup, but you couldn't help yourself. You wanted bigger. You wanted more. Being merely average was never going to be enough for you, so much so that you literally signed up for an experimental drug to try and force you to grow even larger. What was it, hm? Is there a busty coworker that you see every day, straining her blouse and making you seethe with envy? Did you catch your ex-boyfriend eyeing up a woman absolutely bursting out of her sports bra while she jogged down the street? Maybe it was a best friend who was on even footing with you when you met and then blossomed into being gigantic, leaving you in her dust without even trying? Regardless of the reason why, that greed pushes you onward, drives you to not just be big, but always bigger, always more, always growing!

The increased sensitivity might not be exactly what you signed up for, but I know you love it. What better way to be reminded how big you've gotten than to have constant, pulsing pleasure radiating out from your huge, sensitive tits? You can't escape them, even for a moment. Every bounce, every wobble, every accidental squish sends a jolt directly to your core to remind you how much you've grown. You're still getting used to their size, too, how far they extend out in front of you. You must be brushing them against things all the time, whether that's countertops or door frames or even people. Some of them are accidental, certainly, but I doubt all of them are. Don't tell me you're not stuck on that crowded bus, feeling every pothole as it bounces through your gigantic tits, trying to make the pressure you're putting on the back of the person in front of you seem accidental as you rub your tits against them. Every little spark of pleasure is enough to remind you of how big you've grown, painfully aware of your gargantuan bust every moment of every day. And it's only going to get more intense as you grow larger.

You're already picturing it, aren't you?

You're already fantasizing about the diving bliss that comes from having tits big enough to cover your torso, trapped in bed underneath them as you grab and grope and knead and squeeze the massive mounds, moaning in erotic bliss. The team running the trial keeps trying to call you, but you just hold the vibrating phone against your nipples to wring yet another in a long line of countless orgasms out of your body. You don't know what day it is, let alone what time it is or how long you've been there. You barely know your own name. All you know is that your tits are colossal and that's all that's ever mattered.

[toobustytohide]

Tits

[stunninghot]

[aviyne]

"I think this top might be a bit tight" 💖

[growth-crazy-side-blog]

Easy trade-off! 😍

If I load you up with growth hormones, my body becomes the solution to all your problems, especially that giant one between your legs! 😜

Art by PWC Sponson 💖

[massivebagingos]

source

[luisflakis]

🔥🔥🔥🔥

[droolsthot]

[growth-crazy-girl]

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this, would you? 😏”

Well I *was* gonna make your favorite for dinner, but without any warning my boobs exploded in size, filling my entire torso and then some!! No wonder you had to go “put more ice” in my drink randomly 😜

I knew in the back of my mind I should be at least a little upset, but all this new breast tissue was just SO sensitive!! I was getting weak in the knees from just my skin rubbing on the metal of the platter that my massive mammaries were served up on 🥵😍

“Nothing? You’re sure this wasn’t you? So I guess I’m safe to finish off my drink then? 😘”

*CHUG CHUG CHUG*

*GRRRROOOOOWWWWWWW*

*CRASH*

“Oops, there goes the table! You might wanna move if you don’t wanna get buried by tit meat 😉🤭”

Art by MNJS 💖

[rpattrick-deactivated20251003]

It’s just a massage…

[growth-crazy-girl]

“Clapping it together like this is sooo addictive! Like literally I don’t think I can stop! 😍😛”

*GROOOOOWWWWW*

Model is Lowkeydeadinside