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Coulddddd you do a story about some sexy busty girls competing in a wet t-shirt contest, but once they pour the water on them, all of their chests shrink?
“…and this year’s returning champ….majoring in Communications, 22 years old, and shaking a pair of beautiful F cups…Number 23, KATRINA!”
The crowd went wild. Katrina smiled and bounced her gigantic girls up and down. She actually was relatively smart–she just loved to win.
“Ready, girls? Here we go!”
Hoses shot each of the ten contestants in the chest, and they shrieked as the cold water clung to their gigantic boobs. The girls wobbled and jiggled for the benefit of the crowd, each already imagining what they’d do with the cash, and more importantly, the glory.
Then Maria Rodriguez–Hotel Management major, 21, heavy E cups–whimpered, staring at her mountain range in horror.
She was getting smaller. They were ALL getting smaller.
The ten young women clutched their chests, their murmuring growing into full-throated panic. Their enormous tits quietly dwindled away, making their pushed-to-the-limit shirts hang very loosely on them, like tents. They looked ridiculous.
Beth Linden wailed as she squeezed her tiny hooters, trying to somehow plump them back up. Emily Van Holde just blinked, over and over, watching her juggs deflate so small that they wouldn’t even fit into a training bra.
And across the way, Tess, the girl they’d all bullied for being smaller than them, let loose her building giggle fit. Now she was more stacked than any of them, and she already loved it.
hey so i have this neighbor always trying to lure me in to touch her breasts, from what i can deduct she's a G cup. so, i was wondering if instead you could maybe transfer her breasts into my sister? She's already an E cup, so might as well make her bigger that way
“The heat is KILLING me,” your neighbor will complain, arching her back and shoving her giant tits practically in your face.“I’m so UNCOMFORTABLE, you know? Stupid bras.” She pouted. Her boobs jiggled with every tiny moment. She’ll pretend to accidentally brush against you, a move that spilled half of her mountain range into your chest. “I wish we could get some AIR. I–”
She’ll freeze. “I…um…I feel…weird….” She’ll back away, her hands clutching her swollen orbs. “Excuse…me…”, she’ll sputter as she runs into the house. You’ll stand there, confused, as your sister screams.
Already an E cup, your sister’s boobs will burst through her bra. With every second, they’ll inflate and swell and fatten. “What the…fuck’s…HAPPENING?”, she’ll yell, out of breath, weighed down by her own embiggening hooters. “I look like…that slut…from next…door!” She’ll grit her teeth as her once-baggy shirt begins to split.
That 18 year old you just busted up massively? yeah, she doesn't deserve them, I'm 34 and I'm flat-er than a snowboard, let me take those tits from her to someone more fitting, me. Oh, and add some milk to it please? I at least want to show everyone who is the true tit queen even by offering some beverages
By the time you see the “My Eyes Are Up Here" girl, she’ll barely be able to walk. She’ll lumber out of her way to avoid you. You can see how weighed down she is. No one’s looked at her face in days.
But you’ll chase her down. It’ll be easy, since she moves so slowly. You’ll summon all the strength in your body and look at her face. “Get flat, you cow,” you’ll say, trying not to look at her boobs.
And then you’ll both wince in pain. Your tiny tits will start to ache. She’ll moan, rubbing her gigantic girls–at least as much of them as she can get her arms around. You’ll feel like a balloon, and you’ll have a little orgasm as you sprout into a B cup, and then a C. The Eyes Girl will gasp as she gets smaller and smaller. Your swelling funbags will begin to leak a thin, constantly dripping supply of milk.
You’ll laugh out loud. 34 years old, and you’re finally having your spurt–and THEN some. “No…I’m losing TOO much! Please leave me SOMETHING!”, the girl will wail. You’ll cackle as your hooters become so fucking fat that you can’t even stand up. There can only be one true titqueen.
Can you like make it so i steal my co worker's breasts? Every day i go to my cubicle, they all have to flaunt them in front of me, sure I'm a decent b-cup, pretty happy about it, but at least i want to shove my tits in their face, just to see how they like it if they were in my position, so that's why, please, let me take them all to myself, let me burst this shirt and giving me cleavage so deep you can even drown in it
The next time they stick their chests out at you, they’ll discover they have a lot less to stick.
“What the–what’s happening?”, one will whisper as her magnificent mountain range dwindles. “Are we…sick or something?”, another will whisper, her shirt hanging much looser on her.
“Oh my God,” the third will gasp, holding her shrinking funbags while looking at you.
You’ll grin as your B-cups THWUMP out to Cs, then Ds, then DDs. “Something wrong, girls?”, you’ll say obnoxiously. Your shirt will groan, trying to contain your massive milkers. You’ll make yourself jiggle right in their faces and laugh. “You know, I tried not to take it personally, all those mornings when you lorded your tits over me. But I did. And now, well…they’re mine. And you’re flat.” You’ll giggle as your shirt rips a seam, then another.
Please, help me. For some odd reason every time I change physically, my mom gets affected too with more than me! Breasts, ass, height, you name it. I just for once want to be bigger than her
Your mom has a talisman hidden away that allows her to outgrow you at every turn. Tomorrow night, you’ll spike all her food and beverages with an undetectable liquor. She’ll get very drunk. You’ll ask her how she manages to constantly get bigger than you. She’ll tell you about the talisman, where to find it, and how to bend it to your will, slurring and laughing all the way.
After she passes out, you’ll find it in her room and reverse the link between you and your mom. You’ll feel it shift immediately as your breasts get taut against your shirt, growing up and up, spilling over your bra cups. You’ll shoot up 6 inches in weight, feeling powerful and confident. Your butt will widen into a fat, spankable bubble ass, and your lips will get plump and full.
You'll bounce over to your car and bury the talisman where no one will ever find it–at least, not in your lifetime. You’ll return to the house just in time to hear your mom wake up and scream, realizing her precious curves as gone–and her daughter is now stacked.
The loser becomes the winner
Competition is healthy (for some) A request done for @blisdank