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"So this is him, huh?"

"Yup, this is the little pervert who gave me my huge tits."

"Jeez, little pervert is right. He has to be barely five feet tall!"

"Of course he's short! I mean, all of this boob had to come from somewhere. It's not like he had any he could give me directly."

"Wow, and he just gave it up? To make your boobs bigger??"

"Yup, sure did! Didn't even have to bribe him with nudes or give him one of my bras to jerk off into."

"Lucky... Hey, do you think... Do you think that I'd be able to take some for myself?"

"How much are you thinking?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe a foot. That ought to make me massive."

"Hey, I didn't even take a foot! I barely took eight inches."

"Eight inches did all that?"

"Yup! Tell you what. You take nine inches and I'll take three. Call it a perv finder's fee."

"Wait, shouldn't we ask him what he- oh, nope, I guess we don't have to. That tent in his swim trunks says everything, huh?"

"Sure does. He probably wouldn't mind if we took just about everything he had. His entire height divvied up between the two of us... I don't think he'd complain. Not that we'd be able to hear him that small anyway."

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Much to the chagrin of her roommate, Tim, the last time Jamie had worn a bra at home was almost three weeks ago. She claimed that they were just so uncomfortable and she was determined to be comfortable in her own home. Some of that was even true. Pants followed shortly after, telling her roommate that she just enjoyed being pantsless after shaving her legs, savoring how smooth they felt. The shift from shirts to crop tops wasn't entirely a conscious decision, though, as Jamie's growing breasts had started to turn her shorts into crop tops regardless of how they started. She couldn't get enough of the thrill of walking around the apartment half naked, jiggling unconstrained as she moved from chore to chore. Every time she felt Tim's eyes on her body, she felt the rising urge to give him something to look at.

The connection between her roommate suddenly excusing himself to his room and the slight increase to her bust measurement had taken a few instances for Jamie to put together, but once she had, she couldn't help encouraging it. Each little boost came with a huge boost to her confidence, feeling sexy not only because of her bigger size but from knowing that a guy in her life was, well, doing that and thinking of her. How could she not encourage it, flaunting her curves more and more? She felt a little bad for him, forcing him to fuck his fist and go through what must amount to a mountain of tissues, but the results were undeniable and they showed no signs of stopping. Maybe once she outgrew the last of her wardrobe she'd give him a hand. Actually, at that size, she wouldn't need to use her hands at all.

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"....Well?? No, don't give me that! Come on, there's no way you haven't noticed. I mean, our waitress keeps eyefucking my tits every time she refills my water and I'm not even showing any cleavage! And I've known you forever. You usually can't keep your eyes off of a pair of tits and you've almost broken your neck trying not to stare at mine! It's okay, you can look! Hell, I want you to look! I wouldn't have gotten tits this massive if I didn't want the attention! I mean, they look good, don't they? Nice and full, the strange mix of soft and firm that make tits truly incredible. Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll let you get some hands-on experience with them once we leave. And who knows? If they feel as good in your hands as I think they will, I could be encouraged to go up another size. Or two. Or several. Just a thought."

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To-go boxes and half-finished meals fill the shelves of your girlfriend's fridge. It's not question of pickiness; she just doesn't tend to eat much. Offers to split meals are met with dismissive hand waves, refusing to take food from your mouth, but it doesn't change the fact that she simply doesn't care much for food. To her, eating is merely a requirement of her body to continue day to day, not an activity to be savored or enjoyed. The lighter consumption of food was clear from her figure as well, with slender hips and a smaller bust, but she liked her svelte silhouette and took pride in it.

Or, at least, she did up until a few months ago.

As it turns out, her appetite was always there, lurking below the surface, just waiting for someone or something to bring it to light. Your girlfriend's new medication did just that, leaving her hungrier than she had ever been before. You came home from work one day to find her on the couch, rubbing her belly, surrounded by empty containers. The fridge was almost completely cleaned out and she barely seemed satisfied. Her body knew just what to do with all those newly added calories, sending them to be stored in places that had long been neglected. She blew through bra sizes at a break-neck pace, both in terms of speed and from how hard it was to keep your head up and your eyes away from her rapidly deepening cleavage. It found its way to other parts of her body, too, thickening her thighs, padding her ass. Even her belly gained a wonderfully feminine pooch, a layer of softness to cover her middle. She was attractive before, but now she radiated femininity and fertility in ways that made her irresistible.

Her breasts jiggle and bounce as she slides up to the table, massive enough now to spill out over the top as her eyes ate up the menu. "Gosh, it all looks so good. I'm thinking two burgers, curly fries, a milkshake, and a fudge brownie for dessert." Her mischievous grin is almost completely ignored as your eyes are drawn to her fingers, tracing down the line between her breasts and tugging on the edge of her increasingly tight top. "And maybe an order of onion rings to go. What do you think?"

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This, right here, is one of the things that I absolutely love about huge fucking tits.

You always have them.

They're not just a fetish thing you can put on and take off. They're not something you can slip into during sex and then go about the rest of your life. You carry them around with you every moment of every day, whether that's walking down the street or sitting at your office or lounging at home, watching some TV. It doesn't matter if they're real or fake. Your huge tits are always there, weighing on your chest, pulling you down, reminding the world around you as well as yourself that there's a part of you that can't be ignored.

They bounce just inside your field of view, even when looking straight ahead and they take up most of it if you dare to look down at your feet. Every movement you make ripples through them into obscene jiggle and wobbles, even during the most mundane of tasks. Just laying on your back lets you feel their weight, their heft, their sheer size pressing down on top of you. And forget trying to lay on your front. So much of your life is occupied by your breasts, simply by merit of having them. You have to find bras that fit if you don't want to be seen as putting on a lewd show in public, and just finding places that make them is a Herculean task. The rest of your wardrobe isn't much better. Things that are right around your waist will be obscene over your tits and things that are fitted to your bust look like a circus tent over the rest of you.

The bigger you get, the more your life becomes constantly centered around your tits, drawing attention to you no matter how hard you try (often completely in vain) to hide them.

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Jill lifted one of her immense tits, sweat glistening on her skin from the warmth of the sauna. "I mean, can you imagine carrying around tits like these all the damn time? I have a ridge in my shoulder where my bra cuts in."

"Uh huh." Cassandra's jaw hung open slightly, narrowly avoiding drooling, as she gave up any attempt to look away from Jill's tits.

"And these nipples! They're even pinker than my hair! Not to mention their size. Even in my padded bras, if I get cold or even the tiniest bit turned on, it's like ping! Hello there, nice to meet you!"

"Sure, yeah..." A subtle O formed on Cassandra's lips, her mouth feeling so empty, knowing that one of those nipples would fill it so perfectly. Her head shifts forward, her eyes pointed directly at Jill's bust, her dark hair swinging falling to frame her face.

"And everything I do, they just jiggle and wobble! Even if I stuff them into three sports bras, going down a set of stairs almost gives me a black eye! My tits are just so fucking big!"

A strained whine comes from Cassandra's throat, biting her lip. Her hips tense, lifting her slightly off of the wooden seating underneath her. The heat of the sauna made her head swim, but the racing of her heart was solely from the gigantic tits being paraded in front of her. Her eyes followed the hypnotic motion of the nipples of her best friend, a woman who was often the exclusive feature of her erotic fantasies.

"I mean, who would even find tits as fucking enormous as mine, all heavy and wobbly and soft, attractive? They'd have to be some titty obsessed freak! And they just keep growing and growing and g- Mmf!"

Jill's tirade was cut short as Cassandra, at the end of her tether, leapt forward and pressed her lips against her friend's. A deep moan rose up from Cassandra's chest and was poured deep into Jill's throat, Cassandra overwhelmed by the feeling of her buxom friend's tits squishing between them. Her own chest rose and fell when the kiss ended, a strand of saliva still connecting their lips. A tittering giggle made Jill's tits jiggle in response.

"Jeez, Cassandra! What took you so long?"

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Jacqueline's divorce has been liberating in so many ways. Not only did it free her from the confines of marriage, but it freed her from her husband's critique of her body and freed her husband from half of his considerable fortune, the house included. She shed her name, both the first and the last that her now-ex had given her, starting a new life as Jackie. Jacqueline had refused to change her body to her husband's whims but Jackie was free and empowered to change her body as she saw fit. And with half a billion dollars burning in her bank account, she knew just how to do it. It's amazing just how much saline and silicone a few million dollars can buy. The first few surgeries were done just to spite her ex, but she had no idea how intoxicatingly powerful and sexy it'd make her feel, sexy in ways that she had never felt before. The scrawny woman that her ex had cheated on was virtually unrecognizable in the enhanced Jackie, her tits filled and overfilled until they became perfect spheres that hung from her chest. She wasn't as articulate as she used to be, but only because her plump and plush, swollen and bee-stung lips impeded her speech. Her tits entered every room moments before she did and her massive, jiggling, enhanced ass followed after, assuming it didn't get stuck in the doorways. Jacqueline had only ever slept with one man, but Jackie took her newfound freedom and ran with it, her body only helping her along the way. Men, women, everyone along the gender spectrum and even those outside it, found her body to be irresistible and Jackie lavished their attention, their hands on her curves, their lips and tongues worshipping her goddess-like body.

Her ex-husband always said that she needed a hobby, a project to work on, and now she has one: she's going to make herself into the perfect bimbo, one surgery at a time. They say that living well is the best revenge, but sometimes real revenge is good too, and Jackie, with more surgeries on the way, was doing both in spades.

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Olivia hadn't had a proper thought in weeks. She was happier that way, of course, lightly sucking her thumb between her plumped up, cock-sucking lips and proudly displaying her big, fake tits. In hindsight, the path leading from her first implants, at a mere 450CCs, to the behemoths bolted onto her chest and jiggling in her ass with every step she takes should have been obvious. Well, obvious to everyone else. Nothing is obvious for Olivia anymore. She fell hard and fast into the bimbo lifestyle, settling into it so naturally and so quickly. Her tittering, air-headed giggles came easy, a natural response to anything she doesn't understand and, these days, there's a lot she doesn't understand. Her thoughts have been replaced with little cotton-candy clouds of pink and orange, like her mind is left floating in a sunset sky. And even though endless consumption of porn has left her brain rotted to the point of near complete atrophy, there's still one word left that rattles endlessly inside her head, a mantra to guide the rest of her pleasurable life: BIGGER!

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Big sister is so sick of little sister showing off her massive tits

"No, no, no, no, no...."

June watched in horror as her little sister's bust swelled before her eyes. They had always been large, Leah having grown early and quickly, but never like this. The buttons on the front of Leah's shirt held on for as long as they could until they finally gave out under the pressure, clattering across the room. Leah's hands trembled as she slowly brought them up to her chest, feeling out her new, bra-breaking size. A deep moan bursts from her throat, only growing louder the deeper her fingers sink in to the soft, warm flesh.

June shook her head, refusing to believe the sight in front of her. "H-how?? It wasn't... I was supposed to... It's not fair!" Undermining her position as the older sister, June stamped her foot in frustration, her meager B cups jiggling as the impact rippled upward. Even if June couldn't figure it out, Leah was much quicker on the uptake.

"You found it, didn't you? Grandma's spellbook?"

June's mouth clamped shut, her eyes going wide. Embarrassment burned hot along the sides of her neck. Her voice grew quiet, meek. "...I don't know what..." She swallowed, realizing that denial was pointless. "How did you know?"

A smile that June doesn't like at all forms on her little sister's lips. "Because I found it first! Years ago. Back when I first started growing. You were the golden child. So smart, so tall, so pretty. I knew that, no matter what I did, I'd never measure up. When I found that spellbook, I knew that I had a chance to make things right. So I stole all of your future growth. Every cup size you would have grown beyond your measly Bs went to me instead! And, let me guess, you tried to make your boobs even bigger with a spell, didn't you? I didn't even realize that my spell was still active, but that explains why all of it went to me, instead! That's for the boost little sis! I must be more than halfway through the alphabet now!"

Tears beaded at the corners of June's eyes. She had been so hopeful when she found the spell, eager to reclaim the growth that had been denied her and now she not only made her sister bigger, but had to come to terms that she might never be able to get what she wanted. And Leah had no interest in making things better, sauntering towards her older sister, her breasts bouncing with every step. "Aw, don't cry, Junie! If you're really nice, I might let you play with them every now and then! And I promise not to steal too many of your boyfriends. Just try not to be too mad when they stare. I mean, you can't really blame them, can you? And, besides! In a way, they're staring at your tits, too!"

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taking something everyday that's supposed to slowly grow your chest, but you get impatient and take a bunch at once,,, at first it feels really strange, and then you feel so incredibly turned on that you can't do anything but immediately start playing with yourself, as your chest starts to grow bigger, and bigger, busting out of your clothes and spilling over your arms and feeling so tingly and hot and sensitive, you take one hand and start playing with your nipple as you grow and it makes you come immediately. but you're still painfully turned on, so you do it again, and again, and again, and again until you're just a sticky heap of cum and milk on the floor, but your hand can't stop so you keep cumming, over and over and over~

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You wanted to be bigger. You wanted so desperately to be bigger. Your modest breasts were cute, sexy to some, but they were never enough for you. In those moments late at night, with one hand between your thighs and the other holding your phone, you inundated yourself with images of massive, wobbling breasts. Breasts that could easily engulf your head between them. Breasts that beg to be sucked and begged to be filled with milk. Breasts that jiggled and bounced and clapped together. They'd flash across the screen as you hungrily searched, filled with equal measures of arousal and jealousy. You needed to become bigger. Damn the consequences. Damn moderation. You needed to become bigger. You needed to grow.

And grow you did.

The human mind is a powerful thing and yours, so twisted and rotted out with porn, was so perfectly conditioned, however accidentally, for this purpose. Your mind convinced your body to release the hormones it needed to start growing all over again. Inch by inch your bust swelled outward, full and soft and sensual. The day you first felt them hang was spent on your hands and knees, playing with yourself while your tits hung beneath you. You had to go shopping for new bras, getting such a perverse delight at the news that a store didn't carry your size that you had to masturbate in the parking lot. Sure, they grew heavy enough to pull on your shoulders. Sure, they made what little of your wardrobe you could pull over them obscene and indecent to wear in public. But you just wanted to grow.

As your tits grew and grew, surpassing the breasts you once salivated over and idolized, they became more and more of the focus of your life. They entered every room before the rest of you. You started to think of yourself not as a person, but as a pair of tits. You'd get frustrated when wearing something that showed cleavage only to have people look you in the eye. You'd instantly oblige the moment someone asked to see them grope them or suck on them. And even when they didn't ask, you'd simply arch your back and push your breasts forward to make it easier for them to use you. And all that attention just encouraged them to grow.

Their growth will never stop. They'll simply continue to swell and surge in size. You're already far beyond standard bra sizes. There's almost nothing you can wear that won't be tight over your bust. Countless lips have been wrapped around your nipples; countless loads have been shot deep into your cleavage. You couldn't possibly be hornier and you couldn't possibly by happier.

Now if only you could get them to make milk...

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"God, you fucking asshole! Believe me now? I told you what would happen if you brought that stuff near me! Oh, that doesn't sound like a real allergy Give me a fucking break! I barely made it hope without breaking out of my coat! Look at me! I've got more tit than a bimbo sorority and mine are natural! Fuck, what have you done to me?? Do you think anyone is going to take me seriously now? With these huge fucking udders hanging off my chest?! No one is going to want to hire a lawyer that looks like this! My whole fucking future just... Gone! Buried under a mountain of tit. This is probably what you wanted, isn't it? Fucking freak. I'm never talking to you again!"

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It was a perfect arrangement. See, Cristina and I were curvy, but only slightly above average. I was a D cup and she was right on the edge of DD, depending on the brand. We each had nice asses, but nothing that would turn heads unless we wore something really tight. One night we were drunk and talking and we basically came to the agreement that, individually we were alright but combined, we'd make two halves of a bombshell. We laughed about it and joked about how big our curves would be if we pooled our resources, but I thought that was the end of it. When I sobered up in the morning, I tucked away the memory and moved on.

But Cristina didn't.

Between the tattoos and her gothic style, I should have guessed that Cristina would be into witchcraft. Turns out she was doing a little digging and she found something that might be able to help us out. Normally I don't deal with that sort of thing but the more she talked about it, the more it started to appeal to me. We drew up plans, who would get how much of what. I was jealous of her tits and she was more than happy to give them up, making sure to leave her with a nice, comfortable B cup. And it was only fair then that she gets the lion's share of ass and hips. On the next full moon, it was done! Now we get to joke that she has a "latina booty" despite being the pastiest white girl I know and I let her grope my tits, saying that they look way better on me than they ever did on her. And I think the whole thing brought us even closer! We really are two halves of a whole bombshell now.

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You signed up for a yoga class, but didn’t realize it’s yoga specialized for busty women

Another one that got away from me! Took the prompt in a slightly different direction than you probably intended, but I don't think you'll mind too much. Enjoy!

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The moment Lana opened the door to the classroom, she froze, an embarrassed warmth flaring on her cheeks and down the back of her neck. A cautionary voice rang out inside her mind: I don't belong here. I don't belong here. Her eyes scanned the room and, everywhere she looked, there were plush, soft curves. The two women chatting in one corner of the room stood feet apart from each other and yet the space between them was almost entirely filled with soft flesh. A woman near the front stretched her arms above her head and more tit spilled out of the collar and arms of her sports bra than Lana had on the entirety of her chest. Lana's girlfriend sported an impressive pair herself, but it wasn't until now that Lana's A cups made her feel small, staring at a room of women whose sports bra could fit her own head multiple times over. She shifted the rolled-up mat on her hip, nervously adjusting the strap of her slightly unnecessary, steel grey sports bra, and started to-

"Oh, you must be Lana! Caroline's girlfriend, right?"

Shit.

Lana's heart leapt into her throat as her exit was halted, cringing that someone had noticed her at all. She looked up to see someone bouncing towards her, instinctively assuming her to be the instructor. The lavender sports bra (which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be two sports bras) struggled to hold back the gigantic breasts that bounced towards her. Each one was big enough for Lana to use as a pillow, covering an impressive and intimidating portion of the instructor's torso. Lana wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't move. All she could do was watch, entranced, as the woman sloshed towards, her, the tight red ponytail swishing behind her head. Her smile seemed genuine, at least, as she extended a hand towards Lana. "I'm Veronica; I teach the class."

A polite response mumbled its way out of Lana, the 'new student' reaching out and taking Vernoica's hand. The moment she did, though, the world blurred around her before being blocked by a vast sea of softness. Lana's head, now buried in Veronica's cleavage, swam as soft flesh surrounded her, Veronica's athletic scent filling her lungs. She struggled but all that did was send ripples through the gargantuan bosom that held her captive. The hug ended as abruptly as it started, leaving Lana to catch her breath and attempt to straighten out her now-messy brown hair. A giggle shook Veronica's tits. "Sorry, I hope I didn't startle you. I'm a hugger, what can I say?"

Still reeling from the encounter with the largest tits that Lana had ever seen, she just nodded. "Y-yeah, uh, well, it's nice to meet you, but I should probably be going. I... I don't think this class is for me."

The instructor furrowed her brow, her head tilting to one side. "Leaving already? But you just got here! At least give one class a try! And you look super cute in that outfit, so you have to stay. Come on! It'll be fun!"

Veronica tried to take Lana's hand, but the smaller woman was faster, yanking it away. "No, really, I don't think I belong here. I'll tell Caroline Hi for you, but I think I should-"

Just as Lana tried to turn towards the door, Veronica's hand shot forward and slammed it shut, the loud sound drawing the attention of the half-dozen massively busty women scattered around the room. The feeling of smallness that plagued Lana since she entered the room compounded. Veronica's voice dropped down a few levels, gaining a husky, domineering quality that resonated deep into the core of Lana's body. "You're already signed up for the class, Lana. You should take it. What are you so worried about? Are you embarrassed because your girlfriend signed you up for the Big Titty Yoga class and didn't tell you?"

The retort that began to form in Lana's throat was immediately quashed as Veronica openly addressed the elephant (Or cow, rather) in the room. Lana's eyes filled with apprehension as she looked to Vernoica, her fear only growing at the way the instructor chuckled. "Oh, yes, your first instinct was right. It's not just coincidence that all the women in this class have massive chests." As Veronica talked, the other women gathered close, closing in on the small, slender woman, desperate to make herself even smaller under their gaze. Lana's heart skipped a beat as Veronica's hand grabbed her chin to keep her from looking away. "So, yeah, I suppose you don't qualify. Your little A cups are cute, but they don't really fit the class. Don't worry, though. We can fix that."

Lana opened her mouth to reply but her words were stifled as Caroline suddenly pulled up her sports bra and shoved a thumb-thick nipple between Lana's tits. The flow of milk was immediate and relentless, quickly bulging Lana's cheeks. Veronica pushed forward, trapping Lana against the door and making sure she couldn't pull away. "Relax, Lana. I promise you'll enjoy this. Just swallow." Every instinct she had was pulling Lana towards swallowing, but she fought as desperately as she could, right up until Veronica started pushing on Lana's throat, stroking downward, guiding her to swallow. Finally, getting short on air, Lana surrendered, milk rushing down her throat and into her tummy.

The women encircling the two of them grinned and tittered as Lana's eyes rolled back in her head. Her spine arched forward, pushing her chest out and drawing the sports bra tight over her breasts. And tighter. And tighter. And tighter. If Lana hadn't been guzzling milk like a starving calf, she'd have been able to notice the fact that her breasts had surged forward, pushing her sports bra to its limits. Tit spilled out underneath the strap, out from the collar, the fabric creaking as it did its damnedest to hold back the rising tide of breast. The sound of shredding elastic is what finally snapped Lana out of her trance, her hands moving up to her tits. Her tits. Her fingers sank into the doughy flesh, moaning around Veronica's nipple, feeling them spread her fingers wider by the moment. They grew softer, rounder, heavier, moving through cup sizes in the blink of an eye.

With a wet pop!, Veronica pulled her nipple (now slightly swollen) from Lana's mouth, leaving the newly busty woman gasping for air, ragged breaths clawing air into her lungs. She stared in awe at the massive breasts before her, still not able to fully accept that they were her own. Experimentally, she pinched and rolled one of the nipples, her thighs immediately slamming together as stimulation and pleasure wash through her body, a desperate moan trumpeting from her throat. Her legs weakened, Lana slid down the door, looking up wearily at Veronica, struggling to find her words.

"What... What did you do to me?!"

Veronica giggled, the same sweet laughter as before as if the last few minutes had been some sort of strange waking nightmare. "This is the Big Titty Yoga Class, so I gave you some Big Titties! Come on, let's get your mat set up. We're already running late. Don't worry. I know for a fact that Caroline is going to love them. She couldn't get enough of mine!"

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You thought your best friend was a dude until they grew tits

"Dude, seriously?"

"What?"

"You're starting again!"

"W-what? No, I... I wasn't..."

"Yes, you were! I swear, dude, you haven't made eye contact with me since you got here."

"Well, can you blame me?! The last time I saw you, you didn't have any of... Of, uh... That."

"What, you mean my tits? My massive fucking milkers? My gigantic jigglers?"

"Jesus, dude, stop!"

"You just make it too easy! I mean, come on, you seriously thought I was a guy? I had long hair! My name is Alexis!"

"There can be guys with long hair! And Alexis can be a boy's name, I think! In Russia, probably! And, I dunno, you didn't seem like a girl! You wore boxers and shorts and we played video games and did outdoorsy stuff! And, uh, oh yeah, you didn't have any fucking tits!"

"So I was a late bloomer! God, this is still so funny to me. All those times you used to complain about girls to me, you had no idea I was one, too! I thought you were just being an asshole, but now I know you were just being a dumbass. It's kind of a shame, y'know, we might have- Hey! Eyes up here!"

"Shit, sorry, can you, uh, can you at least put on a bra or something? I swear those things are staring at me as much as I'm staring at them."

"I actually, uh... I kinda don't have a bra that fits them? I ordered a new one last month since stores don't really carry my size but there's been some kind of delay and now I'm a little worried that it's not going to fit by the time it gets here. ...Yes, before you ask, that means they're still growing. No idea when they'll stop. Or even if they'll stop."

"Jesus..."

"Yeah, it's kinda nuts but, hey, I bet I'm the bustiest 'dude' you'll ever meet! You know what? If it'll help clear the air and help you get over this whole thing, I'll be the kind, gentle, benevolent dude that I am and I'll let you play with them. You can even suck on them, if you want! Just watch out for the milk. Tastes great, but don't spill it. Stains like motherfucker."

"........What?"

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"Hey there, little guy! Are you enjoying the view down there? How does it feel knowing that almost all of your mass went here, into these huge fucking tits? I shrank you down to six inches tall, so all that mass had to go somewhere. God, I wonder what it looks like to you. My boobs alone must be the size of buildings. Your poor, shrunken brain probably can't even see me as a person. I bet it sees me like a mountain. These tits are so fucking good. If you're a good little guy, I might even squish you underneath them or stick you in my cleavage. It's the least I could do. If only they made milk~ Then I'd be able to feed you forever."