Brittany: I'm going to take my fills nice and slow, maybe 100ccs a month, don't want to rush anything.
Also Brittany: +300ccs 3 weeks post-op
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Brittany: I'm going to take my fills nice and slow, maybe 100ccs a month, don't want to rush anything.
Also Brittany: +300ccs 3 weeks post-op
Well... they've destroyed Tumblr again, haven't they?
😍🏀🏀
After a whole bunch of reconstructive surgeries - and having previously said, "Never again," to both expanders or anything this size - Brittany now has expanders again filled to 700ccs, and is ready to fill at 100ccs a month, and if she wants to go bigger after they're full at 3000cc, she'll just have new expanders put in.
We're in for a hot as fuck two years.
Gotta love Brittany, doing all this, just for the love of the game: went this big, forced to downsize; slowly grew back up, forced back to zero; and now at 800ccs and getting expanders put back in (after saying Never Again). Much love to her.
Your greed is going to bury you.
The cycle repeats over and over and over again.
It starts when you get bigger. Immediately, you love your new size. You flaunt your curves in new clothes and relish in the attention. It turns you on to look down at your round, heavy bust and know that you're so much bigger than you used to be. There are struggles, certainly; navigating with that much tit hanging off your front is difficult when you're not used to it. You're bumping into things (and people), knocking things over, still getting used to how much space your new, huge tits actually occupy.
And then, slowly, over time, you do get used to it.
The novelty wears off quickly. You have a new wardrobe, one that actually fits. Some people still gawk at you as you walk by, but most people you see regularly have grown accustomed to your new size. It's not a surprise anymore. Each day that passes, the thrill of how big you've gotten wears thinner and thinner. You're no longer bigger; you're just big. It's just the way you are.
That's not good enough for someone as greedy as you, is it?
The greed eats at you, wears at you, fills you with seething envy as you see someone even bigger than you.
Before you know it, the cycle is getting ready to repeat.
You chase the high of the first fill-up with the next one, pumping your saline-stuffed tits even larger and tighter.
No matter how big you make yourself, the cycle is inevitable and merciless. Eventually, the new and the novel become your everyday life and so you go for another fill-up, pumping even more saline into your tits than the last time. And again. And again. And again.
Even when each tit is sloshing with tens of thousands of cubic centimeters of saline, even when your clothes completely fail to hide how gargantuan you've inflated yourself, even when the weight of your own greed bears down on you and traps you underneath your swollen, overfilled, inflated tits, your obscene porn balloons, the greed will still burn inside you.
The cycle repeats.
You need to be bigger.
Not just big.
Always bigger.
Always growing.
Always inflating.
Always bigger.
See how compressed they are? That's room for growth right there 😉
"Come on, take deep breaths and just... focus on what's in front of you." Emma cooed out as she rocked her tits back and forth. Each time her breasts bounce and wobbled, the tiny strings of her top would groan a little. "Let the world fall away... all that matters is right in front of you... all you need to do is look."
Tim shuddered as he felt his mind started to go numb while his cock grew hard. The longer he stared at Emma's breasts, the more his balls churned, the harder his dick got, his thoughts grew foggier and foggier. But... he couldn't bring himself to look away. Just seeing that subtle bounce and the quiet groan of her top kept Tim from breaking free of Emma's spell. "I-but... I can't." Tim gasped out as he felt his jeans suddenly become far too tight. "W-won't stop o-once I s-start."
"Oh, I know," Emma sultrily purred. "More than that, I know your cum will make my tits grow. Dont you want that?" She cooed as she increased the speed of her movements, pulling a whimper from Tim. "Why resist? You love big tits, don't you? Well... all I want is to have the biggest tits in the world." Emma licked her lips. "Go on, Tim. Pull out your cock and cover me in cum."
Tim felt his mind go blank as Emma's words as her rippling, bouncing, gorgeous breasts finally hammered past what little willpower he had left. His eyes glazed over as he undid the button on his jeans and whipped out his throbbing, pre-drooling cock. Then, without so much as a touch, Tim erupted, plastering Emma's hair back, coating her face in layers of jizz as he showered her tits in load after load of cum.
The effect was immediate. Emma felt her own mind erupt with ecstasy as her breasts absorbed everything Tim blasted out onto them. The blonde rode the waves of orgasmic bliss out until she felt her top finally burst as her breasts swelled to double their size, stopping just at her bellybutton with how huge and round they had become. Emma gazed at Tim and wobbled her tits about, pulling a low groan from him.
"What do you desire... mistress?"
Emma grinned as she made her breasts bounce and sway once more. "Well, hubby bunny, I want you to get as hard as iron and then fuck my tits over and over again until they're so large, I can barely move!"
Tim just moaned as his cock surged back to full hardness and made his way to his wife, unable to think, unable to resist, and unable to stop her from transforming into a living fertility idol.
That's what he gets for conatantly using condoms and not telling me about his special cum especially after hearing about my growth fantasies! Emma mused as she felt Tim spear deep into her cleavage as she felt his balls churn and swell against her tits. I can wait to be so huge that a kiss on my nipples drives me to cum for an hour!!! That will just be perfect!!!
"Look! Isn't the formula you gave me AMAZING? Every single excess calorie has been going straight to my boobs, and now look at them! They're BEAUTIFUL! And I love how they quiver. It makes me so happy every time I feel them jiggle."
"But... I'm SO HUNGRY."
"Just... feed me a little more. I just need an extra pound... or two... or ten, or fifty! Just help me grow, and grow... maybe 'til I can't get dressed; maybe 'til I can't even move! Just, please... help me get bigger..."
Levels. Chase your goals and pass those who came before you!
Every time I see it, I hit the button.
Grow. Grow so exceedingly large they don’t even resemble breasts anymore. Make them look like two massive balloons you’ve stuck in your top. So big and fake people stare, have to stop and realize it’s your gigantic overfilled implanted tits they’re looking at.
She thought she looked good, but real men knew her underfilled implants were far too saggy and bouncy. The best tits don't bounce but only project. So keep filling, and keep growing.
She shutters breathing in quick shallow breathes. Trying to resist the feelings of what felt like a tongue slowly aggressive working her clit. Doing everything possible not to cum agian. With every orgasm she got a little bigger and buster, but that wasn't going to happen this time. This time, she was going to fight it. She wasn't going to let this curse make her grow again. Fuck, she growls followed by her chanting, Oh no no no. She couches her breasts hopeful, holding her chest, praying it would somehow keep the orgasm from rocking her hips. Feeling her nipples swell and harden. Her mind, losing the war that pleasure was assaulting her with.
The next morning you awoke so something soft and warm pressing rhythmically into your face.
Blinking your eyes open, it took you a few seconds to grasp what exactly was happening.
Somehow your wife’s breasts had swollen overnight from a DD to over an H cup. Her once handful sized breasts were now forcing themselves out of her top, each mammary was now as big as your head.
As you slowly regained consciousness you realized her arm was wrapped around the back of your neck, with her nails softly digging into your scalp. With her arm She was rocking you back and forth, gently pulsing your face into her softness. Each pulse became more firm and intense as she pulled you tighter. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth slightly parted, her slight moans interrupting the pacing of her heaving breaths.
She pulled you closer and moaned again as the top of her soft breasts pressed against the line of your jaw, filling the space between your forehead and cheek. Her flesh billowing further outward as it pressed against you, until half of your face was engulfed in her tit. You shifted to face her, and wrapped your arms around her slim wasp-like waist, pressing your lips and nose, and now ears into the depths of her cavernous cleavage.
Realizing you were awake she pinned your arms down and growled “someone’s finally up”.
Rolling herself on top of you, she sat up, straddling your hips. You shifted your head back against the nightstand, so you could look directly into the deep cleavage between her enormous mounds.
Letting go of your wrists she brought her hands up to the tops of her breasts.
“Look at how big they’ve grown from just one load. I can still remember how it felt to have your hard cock pulsing between them last night”
She shivered with orgasmic delight as she enunciated the word last
“Just think about it, the doctor said every additional ejaculation would cause an exponential increase, in sensitivity and size”
Think about how good it would feel, to have you cum inside me as my tits grow with the help of your seed.
How good it would feel to have your entire head lost in my cleavage? Would you like that? To have these enormous boobs slowly swelling bigger until they completely engulfed you?
My growing tits would take up your whole world until there was nothing else. Until you were literally drowning in my soft, supple flesh.
I want to be bigger. Bigger than anyone ever has been. Help me, help me grow my tits. Help them grow until they get so big, you can fit your entire body between them. I want to be so big I can feel your every movement, from your toes to the top of your head - as you shift and press into my giant tits.
And then I’ll titfuck your entire being- making the two of us cum over and over again until I’m so big that you’ll have no choice but to loose yourself in warm oblivion.
The winter months had been the perfect time for Lia to hide her growth. She knew from a drunken confession that her crush and best friend had a thing for massive tits and she thought this was the perfect way to surprise him. The baggy sweatshirts that the cold weather required worked well to hide her swelling bust, especially in the first few cup sizes. Occasionally, they'd show themselves, especially when she was bouncing around without a bra, but their overall size wasn't super obvious.
As Lia moved into the larger sizes, no longer able to buy bras from stores, her boobs started to get harder to hide. They took up more and more space inside her clothes, making them less and less baggy, the fabric pulling tight over her breasts. She tried to hunch her shoulders, make them less obvious, but all that did was shift the weight forward and make her look like she was growing a beer belly instead. A part of her wanted them to stop so he could get a handle on them, but the confidence she felt when she saw the enormous breasts hanging off her chest made it so much easier to want more.
As the frosts started to melt and winter turned to spring, it was time for Lia to make her move. A picnic date in the warm spring sun, shedding her sweats for something thin, something revealing, something that would show her crush all of her hard work. She bit her lip with a smile at the red rushing into her crush's cheeks, tugging down the neckline of her dress with a single finger. "I did feel a little bad that you didn't actually get to see them grow. I really wanted to share that with you, but I wanted it to be a surprise even more." Lia leaned forward, her breasts swaying beneath her as she shifted to her knees, putting her lips next to her crush's ear. "I still have another dose of the growth serum. Wanna help me take it?"
With all our advances in plastic surgery it is time we adapt. Let's start measuring bras properly, anything smaller than your head is a training bra. Let's help women internalize that their flat tits are nowhere near big enough. Until their tits dwarf their heads, they're basically boards. So I propose basing it off a factor of their head size:
Smaller than head = Training Bra
Large as their head = A cup
Double = B
Triple = C
And I think the new base line should be like today, a C cup minimum. Let women cripple themselves with implants measured in gallons. Immobile themselves with saline into living growing fleshlights.
Make your old system DDD and H cup training bras look tiny.