Throughout the drinks and the appetizers, you shrugged off the feeling that nagged at the back of your mind. Something seemed different, but you couldn't place what. Was it new earrings? A new shade of lipstick? As far as you knew, she hadn't gotten her hair done special for Valentine's day. Only a cad wouldn't recognize and compliment the special effort she had undertaken, so figuring out what she had done was imperative. She didn't make it easy, though. A little shake of her shoulders or stretching her arms above her head or even leaning closer and resting her breasts against the edge of the table intensified the irresistible pull of your girlfriend's cleavage. Fuck, she looked amazing. Clearly, there were no reservations in her mind about exploiting what she knew to be your biggest weakness.
At the end of the first course, as the waiter came by to clear the table, you decided that the dress itself must be what's different. Choosing a dress that looked almost identical to one you've seen her wear before was a cruel prank, but the effect was powerful. The way her breasts spilled out of the deep neckline was tantalizing in ways that made it impossible to fully describe. Every breath she took threatened to push her breasts free of the tight confines. The pleased reaction on your girlfriend's face every time she caught you glancing down at her chest confirmed it in your mind. Finally, more than halfway through dinner, you could relax, secure that you had passed her little test.
Her teases continued through the rest of dinner and well into dessert. A jolt of arousal made you tense in your seat as she dragged the spoon between her lips, her eyes fluttering and a soft moan rising from her chest. A little drip of melted ice cream rolled down her chin. For the first time in the last hour, you let your eyes move down to her chest once again, catching the drop just in time for it to splatter against the upper swell of her breast. Your eyes went wide. The spillage from before looked slight and chaste when compared to the erotic sight in front of you. Your girlfriend's breasts were bigger. Now there were no doubts about what had changed. Her tits were large when the two of you were seated, but now they could nearly be held back by the dress she had chosen. More soft, supple flesh seemed to be overflowing the dress than contained by it. The lake pink of her areola extended past the edge of the fabric.
So distracted were you by your girlfriend's swollen, growing breasts that you almost didn't notice her hand coming up to her chest. Her finger dipped into her cleavage, disappearing almost completely into the dark chasm. Another jolt rocked through you. Gripping the edge of the table just barely kept you from whimpering. All you could do was stare at her hand and her finger as she drew it out from between her breasts, scooped up the bit of melted ice cream, and brought it up to her soft lips. The needy, knowing look in her eyes sent a thrill up your spine. Her soft chuckle sent a ripple through her bust that made you lightheaded. Your heart beat so loudly in your ears that you almost couldn't hear her speak.
"What do you think, my love? Another round of cocktails before we go? I'll keep growing regardless. I took a week's worth of growth pills before we left for the restaurant, so there's really no telling how long I'll keep growing or how big I'll get."
Taking her wine glass in hand, she gave it a quick swirl before tilting her head back and swallowing the rest of it down. As she looked back at you, a predatory smile spread over her lips. "So what'll it be? Would you rather see me burst out of this dress or do you want to get home and rip me out of it yourself? You better make a decision fast, otherwise- mmf!" Your girlfriend winced and moaned. Her body tensed. Her back arched. Her breasts visibly swelled before your eyes. Almost as quickly as they had come on, the sensations passed and left your girlfriend giggling and giddy in their wake. Her eyes swam back up to meet yours. The upper swell of her breast made the perfect perch for her hand as she idly and subtly rubbed her growing assets. "If you don't make a decision soon, my tits will make it for you!"
Giving her breast a gentle squeeze and giving you a wink was the perfect one-two combo to nearly knock you out of your seat. She giggled again, capping it off with blowing you a kiss. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby!"
