"That's three! God, I'm really starting to get big, aren't I? These things are fucking enormous! I can't even begin to guess what cup size I'd be now; all I know is that there are three women out there who have dropped to being completely fucking flat because of you!
"I'm not going to stop. You made the dumb decision to cheat on me with that fat-titted skank and now every big-boobed bimbo you date is gonna wind up even flatter than I used to be! And when she wakes up to being flat as a board and a wardrobe full of low-cut shirts and bras that are now completely useless, you get to explain to her why this happened! You can even show her this picture, if you want, so she knows that, at the very least, her boobs have gone to someone who will appreciate them and take care of them!
"And then you get to choose whether you really like them and you'll stay with them, or you're only with them for their fat jugs and, now that they're gone, you'll ditch her and move on. But it'll just keep happening! Anyone you date that's a C cup or bigger is getting their titties stolen and added to my stockpile! I don't care if it makes me too big to fucking walk, I'm not letting you get away with what you did to me! Not now, not ever!"
being bent over from sudden overwhelming pleasure, squirting my brains out as my tits suddenly go up a few cup sizes every few seconds, my pussy filling up come, because somewhere else you are jacking off to a porn magazine, stroking your cock hard, shooting ropes of come that disappear in thin air as you watch the girls in the magazine get steadily flatter, their cup sizes being transferred to me, my already huge breasts growing even larger, my abdomen swelling as your come shoots directly into my cunt from who knows how far away, all because you were jacking off to some other people while thinking of me
Winner Gets Bigger competitions were always the hot shows of the season.
When 10% of your weigh in mass went to the overall prize jackpots, muscle shows got a lot more...interesting.
Overall winner of a big show? You could come out huge, massive, five times what you walked in with.
You qualify for the show every year - and win?
No limits. You are The Man, eighty feet tall all year.
Even a good placing, you're doing great.
But then you have to remember to look around the room sometimes.
Remember that upcoming hot-big-huge six foot superheavy? Yeah, him. What ever happened to him, anyway. Oh, right. He's that guy over there in the corner. How many times did he try to place again? Yeah, I thought he looked five-eight now.
For the guys that don't win, there's no out. You lock in that risk when you sign up. Of course, the promoter will always stop by and remind you that you can lock in your next year comeback show at a huge discount. Huge.
Yes, of course, there's an extra 10% no-show penalty if you bail or can't participate, but you'll save a lot on registration fees.
So, Buddy, let me ask you:
How are you feeling about your chances for next years Winner Gets Bigger Extravaganza?
Are you going to just take the loss and move on like a chump, everyone remembering those couple of inches you lost, those pounds you dropped...?
Or do you come back and walk out on top like one of the Big Guys?
Yang trying to steal some of Weiss' ass mass so she has a bit more to stretch her dresses out in the back when she hits the clubs but winds up taking some of the heiress' height instead..
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Yang rubbed her hands together and felt the grainy dust rubbing into her skin, melting together in her palms and caking against her hands like mud. She glanced at them, seeing the thin, glittery layer of grain on her palms and smiled.
Dust that could allow you to take another person’s mass. It sounded a little fantastical, but really, what dust didn’t? While Yang was a titty enjoyer first and foremost, and she definitely wasn’t lacking in the lower half, she had to admit that Neon had had a point when she’d called her ‘top heavy.’ She could use a little bit of balancing out.
And her favorite ice queen had just the thing to help her~
Yang opened the door to her team’s dorm and walked up behind Weiss, who was hunched over some sort of essay she was writing. Yang slowly, innocently made her way over to her teammate, hands behind her back, and leaned over to look at the papers as Weiss scribbled away.
“Watcha’ doin’?”
“Professor Port is having us do a 2,000 word essay on the history of Vacuo‘s wildlife,” Weiss groaned as she reached up to rub her eyes with her free hand.
Yang whistled. “Damn, that sucks,” she nodded as she moved her arms, wrapping them around the white-haired woman and placing her hands on her thighs, pressing down into the pillowy mass to make sure the dust stuck.
Weiss stopped, then raised her arms up and looked back at Yang. “What is on your hands?!” she squawked.
“Hmm?” Yang hummed and moved her hands, sliding them beneath Weiss’s supple ass cheeks and causing her to yelp as the grainy dust rubbed against them. “Whaddaya mean?” “You-!”
Weiss stood, but the damage was already done. At least, it should have been. Yang put her hands back behind her back and tried very, very hard not to smile as Weiss looked herself over and brushed at her legs, which jiggled as she did so.
“What was that?” she demanded. “What did you just do?”
“Nothing!” Yang snorted, giving away the obvious lie.
Weiss stomped over to her, heavy haunches wobbling beneath her uniform’s skirt as she got right up in Yang’s face, glowering at her. “Yang Xiao Long, I am not in the mood for one of your pranks. You are going to tell me what you- w-what- what you…”
Weiss’s voice wavered at the exact moment that Yang felt a warmth spread all throughout her lower body. Ohh this was going to be good~
…Except it didn’t stop. It just kept rising through her stomach, her chest, her arms, leaving her face feeling flush. She panted and nearly lost her balance as the heat seemed to push out at her from beneath her skin like it was trying to escape. Yang’s heart raced. Had she done something wrong?
Yang felt like she was going to burst, but the feeling subsided and pleasure wracked her body as she felt herself grow in pulses. She stumbled and nearly fell as her center of gravity shifted. Her clothes stretched all across her body, seams tearing and buttons popping off as her uniform failed to contain her growing frame.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.
Yang panted heavily and her eyes darted around the room. Her whole body was tingling. Everything seemed just slightly off in a way that took her a moment to figure out in her hazy mind.
Everything seemed smaller.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!”
Yang was so busy looking around that she’d never even thought to look down. Over her chest—which had popped her top open and was now hanging out in her undersized bra—Weiss was standing in front of her, looking much shorter than she had a minute ago.
Weiss had only been a few inches shorter than Yang before, but now there was nearly two feet of distance between the tops of their heads, with the rich girl not even scraping the bottom of Yang’s chest. Where the blonde was practically bursting out of her seams, her teammate’s uniform was slack and loose all around her body, like she’d bought the wrong sized clothes.
Her butt hadn’t gotten any smaller. At least, not relative to the rest of her. Yang had shrunk her all over. And her reward felt good.
She felt so strong! She lifted her arms and found that she could easily palm the dorm room’s ceiling, with plenty of room to spare! Hell, turning her head upwards, she wasn’t even that far from it. If she grew like that again, she could probably…
Yang turned her head back down and stared at her teammate hungrily. “Oh Weissyyyy~” Yang called out in a singsongy voice as she took a slow step forwards, the floorboards creaking ominously where her heavy foot landed. Weiss couldn’t help but jump a little as her now amazonian friend got up close, squatting slightly, like she was talking to a child.
“All I wanted was a chunk of that big old Weissberg you’re lugging around,” Yang said almost drunkenly. Her face was flushed red. “If you wanted to give me everything, you could’ve just said so~”
Weiss went pale. “I-I-“ Yang scooped her up in her hands before she could say anything, cupping the back of her head with one meaty hand and mashing the heiress’s face deep into her canyon of cleavage, muffling her protests as she cooed.
The blonde roughly gripped Weiss’s still-exposed buttcheek with her free hand (even when shrunk, it was far too big for any skirt), rubbing even more of the coarse dust into it as she enjoyed the feeling of its softness.
“Mmmmmph~” Yang moaned loudly through her pursed lips as that familiar heat reignited inside her, filling her, feeling like she was too big for her skin and was going to burst right out of it. But instead of tearing, her skin stretched as she felt herself expand again as her uniform was shredded by her rapid ascension.
She could feel Weiss’s body getting tinier against hers as she grasped her tightly. The little huntress’s struggles grew weaker and weaker as time passed, but not due to any lack of effort on her part. The difference in size was just becoming too big. At this point, Yang’s destroyed outfit was putting up more of a fight than she was.
Weiss fell below the 3 foot mark as Yang felt her head bump against the dormitory ceiling. “Mmnnguh!” she grunted as she bent over slightly, relishing in the feeling of being so enormous as her nethers started to ache.
She pulled Weiss out from between her breasts—which, at this point, might’ve been able to hold her up without her hands—and looked at the adorable, slack-jawed, starstruck little doll of a woman. She was so stacked, but she was so little. And she was just getting smaller in Yang’s hands. How tall even was she now? 2 feet? Less? Small enough that her clothes had slipped right off of her. Small enough that she wouldn’t have made it up to Yang’s hips when she was her normal height. She was nearly double that now.
Overwhelmed by the sensation and her raging libido, Yang smushed Weiss’s face up against her own for a big, sloppy kiss. With how big of a difference there was between them in size, it was less like Yang was smooching her and more like she was sucking the white-haired girl’s lips into her mouth. The blonde’s saliva speckled her nose and dripped down her chin as she got smaller, and smaller, and smaller…
Until, finally, the burning feeling subsided again. The dust had seemingly hit its limit. Weiss dangled from between Yang’s hands a mere foot tall, starkly contrasted by the downright titanic brawler, who was over 10 feet tall now, needing to slouch to even fit inside the room.
“Awww, no more?” Yang puffed her lips out and pouted as she stared at her minuscule friend. “Oh well. Brothers, you’re so cute like this, I could just eat you up…”
Weiss’s pale complexion went even paler. “Please don’t,” she muttered meekly.
“Kidding! I’m kidding,” Yang insisted, carefully withdrawing one hand and holding it out apologetically.
Weiss exhaled. “Okay,” she murmured. “Okay. I- please, get me to Goodwitch. Or someone else on the staff? Someone who can help fix this.”
Yang clicked her tongue. “Do I have to? I like being this big,” she pressed her free hand against the ceiling again, confident that even a little bit of pressure would have been enough to make a hole in it and scare the shit out of whoever was in the room above them.
Yang thought for a second, then smirked a little as she turned her attention back to Weiss. “Besides, I don’t know if I can undo it…”
“You used dust, didn’t you?” Weiss inquired. “Then we can just recreate the mixture you had, and I can take my height back.”
Yang frowned. That wouldn’t be any fun. She wasn’t sure she could ever go back to normal height, knowing now what it felt like to be this huge.
Though, if they could recreate the mixture exactly, what was to stop her from doing this again? Leave the little rich girl be, and take height from some other poor schmuck?
Or a whole bunch of schmucks?
…A bar’s worth, maybe?
Yang's frown turned upside down. “Yeah, okay,” she agreed with feigned reluctance. “Let’s go find Goodwitch.”
The "ground" shook underneath you as the twin mountains hanging off of Heather's chest slammed into the mattress. The impact rippled upward through her colossal tits, a sight that was as sickening as it was entrancing. You weren't disgusted by it—quite the opposite! At your scale, however, those gargantuan breasts looked less like anatomy and more like geography and parts of the landscape, especially parts as big as those, simply weren't meant to move like that. Fear, deep and primal, welled in your chest as your eyes followed the gorge of her cleavage up to her towering neck and kept going, all the way up to her soft lips. Watching them curl into a smile made your blood run cold and the look in her eyes froze you with fear. Her voice boomed like thunder.
"What's the matter, little one? I thought this is what you wanted!"
It had been, at least a few weeks ago. Your girlfriend had always been busty, one of the many reasons that you were attracted to her in the first place. Greed, however, got the better of you. You found a way to give some of your height—just a little!—to make her bust bigger. You figured an inch or two would be barely noticeable and the effects would be impressive and, seeing her grow with the first inch, you were right. An inch became two. The sight of your girlfriend bulging out of her bra made you dizzy with arousal. Two inches became three. She started having to constantly adjust her overworked bra, making her tits wobble in a way that consumed you. Three inches became four. Your eye-level was closer to her bust than ever which made it all the easier to appreciate the way she bulged out of her shirts in the new bras she was forced to buy. Four inches became five. Her breasts had grown so big as to distract you completely from her stories of unwanted attention and from the suspicious look in her eye as she scanned up and down your height. As five inches became six, you did your best to reassure her that it was just a late growth spurt, that she'd learn to love them. You certainly did. You couldn't keep your hands, shrunk smaller as her breasts grew even bigger, off of them.
But that was all when you were still several feet tall. Now you were barely a few inches and your little legs could only carry you so far as her car-sized hand reached down and plucked you off of the bed. Waking up from your nap to the room looming over had been disorienting, but that feeling paled in comparison to the rush of the wind around you as you were whisked through the air up to meet your girlfriend's towering face. Far below you, her breasts still look enormous, but you can barely look at them when her lips are so close and her breath is so warm. She tries to whisper, but at your size and at this distance, you still wince.
"Someone got a little greedy, didn't they? I noticed at the first inch, but I wanted to see how far you would go. When it became obvious that you wouldn't stop, I simply decided to speed up the process! You left the connection open, so all I had to do was pull. I'll be honest, when you first started forcing me to grow, I was not having a good time. I barely wanted to be the size I was before and you made me even bigger! I figured this was the only way to end it! I'm not sure how many inches you have left to spare! Now that I'm here, though..."
Heather bit her lip and shimmied her shoulders. Down below, waves moved across the ocean of tit underneath you. "I don't mind so much. But, don't worry, I'll make sure you get to truly experience these 'gifts' you gave me."
Her face moves away from you as she lowers you down, down, down towards her massive bust. Before you knew it, the walls of her cleavage were rising on either side of you, her fingertip pushing you deeper. "Are they big enough for you yet? I can always make them a little bigger for you, but I'm not really sure what that would do to you. I guess we can find out. Together."
Her cleavage closed in around you, plunging you into warmth and softness and darkness.
Unwilling one–sidededly oblivious size theft. You seeing someone with a fat pair of tits and thinking of me, and wherever I am my tits start to grow while theirs shrink while they continue to do whatever it is they're doing, totally unaware and unbothered by the fact that their breasts are visibly shrinking, as if their breasts have always been that size. Meanwhile I'm doubling over from my already massive tits getting even bigger, and I'm fully conscious and aware that it's happening. You see another person with even fatter tits, and I squirt my damn brains out as my udders positively balloon out in size, ripping through my clothing, and I'm left collapsing to the ground in a drenched, pathetic mess, and my truly enormous tits slap loudly against the floor with a reverberating smack.
