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She’s so sick of people thinking she’s dumb just because she has the biggest tits in the state

"And 'nother thing! You have any idea how hard it is to find bras for these things? 'slike they don't even make 'em! I try to get 'em custom made and they're like Sorry, miss, we don't take prank calls. Do these look like pranks to you?" Cassandra slapped the side of one of her tits, the impact rippling across her breast as it rested on the bartop. The bartender cast his gaze down at them, cleaning the same glass he had been for the better part of ten minutes. The neon OPEN sign in the bar window had been switched off for more than half an hour. All of the chairs except one were upside down on their tables. Any other night, he would have gone home already, but he wasn't about to kick someone out when they looked like that, both for his enjoyment and her safety. With how many wine bottles sat empty next to her, he wasn't fully certain her boobs would keep her from toppling over. So he did what any good bartender would do: he lent her an ear.

Cassandra lifted her head from her cleavage, pulling back her blonde hair out of her face. Her eyes traced a slow, wandering path upward to finally meet the bartender's face. "You wanna hic! you really wanna know what gets me?" The bartender nodded. "Jus' 'cause I'm blonde and I've got these gigantic titties, people think I'm dumb! I got PhDs, motherfucker! Plural!" Her fist slammed against the bar, shaking the empty wine bottles and sending a quake through her breasts. "As juicy an' jiggly as these things are, they ain't all natural beef! More than a decade of hormone research and tests and trial and error and trying to come up with practical applications so we can get funding! But I didn't are about any of that shit! It was all so that I could grow these!" Cassandra slid a hand underneath each breast, grunting as she did her best to lift it, letting them slip from her hands and flop back down on the bar. A ragged sigh deflates her, letting her chin rest in her cleavage. "'snot fair. It's not! I gotta... I gotta prove it to them... somehow. Gotta show 'em that I'm not some ditzy bimbo..."

Finally, the bartender was in familiar territory. He sifts through an internal catalogue, trying to cobble together some appropriate Bar Tender Advice(TM). The usual script about not caring what other people think mixed with a dash of 'No One Else Can Take away Your Accomplishments' thrown in for good measure. Sure, they were unusual accomplishments, but they were big accomplishments and he would find a way to make it fit. He took a deep breath to start his speech. "Well, you know-"

"I just gotta get even bigger! Then they'll know I'm the smartest!"

"...That's crazy, I was going to say the exact same thing."

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Otherworldly light and the smell of sulfur nearly overwhelm your senses, but even with your eyes burning and your ears ringing, her presence is overwhelming. Just the blurry outline of her figure is enough to strike fear into your heart and her wry chuckle seems like it springs from directly inside your head, echoing off of the inside of your skull. Slowly, the world around you comes into focus and you're fully able to appreciate what sort of being you've brought into this world.

Her skin shimmers, pale purple one moment shifting to vibrant red the next. It's smooth, almost glossy over her limbs and her waist, coarse scales cropping up to cover her "modesty", across covering her hips and creating a V pattern down from her shoulders and meeting at her sternum. Crimson hair cascades over her shoulders, a twin horns rising from her forehead. Behind her, a thin, black, spade-tipped tail swishes through the air, sometimes randomly, other times with seeming intention and purpose. Her nostrils flare as she takes in a deep breath, her chest pushing forward. Her back arches and a pair of leathery wings expand behind her back, her wingspan reaching nearly from one end of your bedroom to the other. Flickering bulbs overhead highlight her features, her curves, as if her inhale is strong enough to pull in light itself. The exhale is slow and smooth, making it all the more startling when her eyes snap open, her gaze fixed on you, her eyes glowing with an infernal flame.

Spikes extending down from her heel keep her legs extended and give her even more height, clicking as she saunters towards you. Her hips sway back and forth, the motion countered by the swishing of her tail. A broad smile spreads over her midnight black lips, opening them to reveal a pair of sharp teeth. She towers over you, the disparity in your heights feeling even more dramatic as she peers over her bust to look at you. Her voice is deep and rich, filling every part of your mind, trapping you in her gaze.

"It has been more than a century since I last breathed your air, my darling human. How I have missed it." Pure, animal instinct has you holding your breath as she lowers herself over you, her wings creating a barrier to keep you exactly where she wants you. "So much changes for your kind in such little time. The last human who summoned me brought me into an age of cruelty, and before that it was an age of purity. Let's see what age I find myself in now."

A tremble moves through your body as she reaches out and places her hands on your head, one under your chin and on your cheek, the other over the opposite temple. Her hands grow warmer as she holds you, her eyes glazing over in golden light. Through your mind flashes images, memories, drawings, videos. "Oh... Oh my..."

When her eyes return to normal, she looks down at you, lifting her hands away from you only to tilt your chin up with a single finger. "How fascinating. An age of greed. And you are a greedy one, aren't you?" Embarrassment blooms in your cheeks. "Hush, little one. There is no need to feel shame."

The body in front of you begins to change. Spreading outward from the center of her chest, her inhuman skin turns pale, the scales fading and her body softening. Her horns recede into her forehead and her hair changes from deep red to a much more natural blonde. She retains her height and those glowing eyes, but now she appears very nearly human, only a few vestiges of her true nature remaining. She's perfectly proportioned, her breasts somewhere around a D cup on her frame and her hips wide and sensual to match, making her an hourglass in figure. But a smirk on her face tells you that she isn't done just yet.

A moan bursts from her throat, deep and desperate, as her body billows outward. Her breast surge forward, swelling larger and hanging heavier from her chest. Her areolas spread, too, her nipples thickening atop them. Down below, her hips widen, her thighs thicken. Behind her, her rear grows outward. She inches taller, too, though not nearly to the same extreme degree. Her red eyes roll back in her head, her moans devolving into lewd grunting. Her breasts grow to rival some of the largest models you had seen in your time on the internet, only to blow past them in an instant. Warmth radiates from her skin as they push closer and closer to you. Eventually, there's simply no more gap to fill and they begin flowing over your body, their softness molding to your shape. You find yourself trapped in her cleavage, deepening around you, lost in a sea of wobbling, sensitive flesh. "Oh, this is hnnnggg... f-fucking incredible..."

The sound of something crashing on the far side of the room draws your attention away from the wobbling tit that surrounds you on all sides. You crane your neck just far enough to see the rising, doughy ass behind her. Her body endeavors to keep itself proportioned, her rear growing in pace with her bosom. Every movement she makes sends ripples through her whole body, now taking up most of the room and threatening to cover all of it.

A yelp is forced from you as she grabs you by the collar and drags you against her. Her lips mash against yours and her tongue, still forked, pushes into your mouth. Her moan pours out of her throat and into your body as pleasure overwhelms her. "Oh f-fuhh... I've never... In millennia I have never felt such pleasure..." Her eyes look at you, burning with need. "Your greed is infectious. You don't want me to stop, do you? Tell me to keep growing. Be greedy. Please." You swallow and nod your head, her body renewing its growth. There's no telling how big she might get, what she might do. But if there is a limit to her power, the two of you will find it. And if there is no limit, well...

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"Fuck... Fuck... FUCK!"

I staggered out of the club, cool air rushing around me, music still booming in the background. The hope was that the air on the water would be cool and rejuvenating, but I couldn't get any of it into my lungs. Sounds of creaking denim filled the air as my outfit tried to hold back my burgeoning curves. It clung to my widening hips, my thickening thighs. The buttons of my tube top failed one by one, only staying closed by the grace of my narrow waist. My breasts had been perfect handfuls, the perfect size for my frame, but now they bulged obscenely from the top, more tit spilling out of my top than I used to have altogether. Every tug on the unforgiving fabric sent ripples and wobbles through my curves, threatening to completely bounce out.

When the growth pills I found online said not to take with alcohol, I thought they meant it would make me sleepy or something. Now, as I watch my tits grow beneath my chin and my ass split the seams on my jeans, I realize that it apparently makes it more effective. And while outgrowing my clothes in the middle of the club isn't ideal... In the comfort of my own home might not be so bad.

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Your wife gave you a hall pass for any woman over an L cup. She couldn’t possibly fathom the idea that such a woman could exist!

When I agreed to it, I suppose I never fully believed that he'd meet someone that busty. I was a G cup and I just assumed that I'd be the biggest tits my husband would ever see in person. And playing up his obsession, leaning into the fact that just a bit of cleavage was enough to get him riled up, was so intoxicating and empowering. So, with his cock buried in my cleavage, I looked up at him and said, sure, if he ever met someone nearly halfway down the alphabet in cup sizes, he could hook up with her. Just the potential of it was enough to make him cum as hard as I had ever seen him. It was honestly a little hot, but I pushed those thoughts aside. He thanked me and called me the best wife ever. I just chuckled and stroked his hair while he suckled and relaxed. Best wife ever for agreeing to something that would never happen? Sure, I'll take it.

As weeks went by, I occasionally reminded him of the arrangement just for a quick power trip, smirking as his body reacted to the prospect. To me, at least, there was no concern about him following through on it, so I didn't feel any shame in teasing him about it. Winter faded into spring and, as the weather warmed, we shed our thick coats. It was around that time when I was at the end of the driveway, fetching the mail, and I saw our neighbor Anne digging in her garden. I gave her a shout and a wave and, as she turned around, my jaw dropped open.

Up until that moment, I had known her as a tiny, waifish thing. She was 5'0 in heels and her slight frame made her B cups look big, but that was all there was to her. Her curly brown hair and her bright smile were the biggest things about her. Now a pair of massive breasts bulged out of a slightly inadequate bra, putting her overalls through their paces. DD, I'd later find out. Not big enough to properly threaten my own large bust, but a significant growth, especially for someone otherwise so small. Over tea at her place a week or two later, she confided in me that her body was undergoing a sort of second puberty, except everything that was supposed to make her grow taller or wider was simply being fed back into her tits to make them huge. I gradually came to understand my husband's obsession, seeing her tits grow a bit more every time I saw her. I could tell when she upgraded to a new bra and when, a few days later, she was in desperate need of another.

Last summer, Anne had invited me over to sunbathe out by her pool and the offer was renewed this year. Except, this time, my superiority was replaced by a sense of awe. They were massive. They had to be bigger than mine by now. And the way that dominated her torso, bigger than her own head... Watching her lather them in suntan oil was almost a religious experience. My hips squirmed on my pool chair, my thighs rubbing together, trying for any kind of stimulation. My fingers twitched as I imagined kneading them, squeezing them, matching her movements as my hands moved over her skin. Even my lips tingled at the thought of sucking on them. If my bikini bottoms had been a lighter color, the wet spot would have been painfully obvious.

Once I came to terms with her growth and the fact that she might be big enough for my husband to call in that agreement, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about his cock between her tits, his big hands kneading while he suckled with greedy abandon. Couldn't stop thinking about how roughly he would worship her little body, pouring every ounce of devotion he had into her massive, growing bust. Thinking of her tits jiggling and bouncing as he thrust between them was enough to make me slink off to the bathroom at work and rub one out, too overwhelmed to stop myself. By now, all other questions had been silenced. I really only had once concern:

Would they let me watch?

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A nerdy tomboy uses reality altering magic to transform herself into her crush’s dream woman and is ecstatic to see that she was already that… well… except for ONE thing~

I mentally tried to prepare myself for the worst, which is a nicer way than saying that I let my anxiety run through what I considered to be the worst case scenarios. Maybe I'd turn into some vapid, bleach-blonde, balloon-titted bimbo, just a shell of a person, a toy for him to use. Maybe he was into submissive, domesticated housewives and my encyclopedic knowledge of BNHA quirks would be replaced with '101 Ways to Decorate a Pie' or some similar bullshit. Not that there's anything inherently wrong with those, if that's what he was into. It'd just be a big change for me. I'm not some Dommy Mommy. I'm not anyone's Lady Dimitrescu. I'm not a bondage bunny or a subby brat or a meek, subservient damsel.

I'm just... Me. Kinda mousy. Kinda pale. Dark, messy hair. Maybe slightly tinged gothic, if you really wanted to look for it, but a septum piercing and a fancy cross necklace do not a Big Titty Goth GF make. Especially, y'know, without the Big Titty part. I had nice thighs and a butt with more than enough to grab onto, so my figure wasn't really anything I worried about, but I wasn't deaf. I could hear some of the popular girls at school snickering in the locker rooms, whispers about whether or not I really needed a sports bra for Gym. Bitches for sure but, ultimately, harmless. Maybe there was a part of me that envied them, not so much for their size, mostly just their confidence.

But Danny was a good guy and we had been best friends since forever and I just felt like he had never been given a proper chance. He never made me feel like less because of my body. He deserved someone who could make him happy and there was a growing part of me that wanted that someone to be me. I found myself getting jealous when he'd talk about girls in his classes, something that had never bothered me before. In a moment of drunken commiseration, we had shared a kiss at midnight on New Year's Eve and had an awkward laugh about it the next day and he probably doesn't even think about it anymore but I haven't been able to stop. I was growing desperate. I couldn't risk losing him to someone else. I would do whatever it took.

I nearly spilled the little vial, my hand shaking too much. His hair, stolen from a hairbrush, had made the serum glow a dim gold for a few moments before fading back into a rich, dark green. Deep breaths did little to calm my nerves, nor did counting down from ten in my head. Finally, forming a secret I'd take to my grave, I whispered the only thing I could think of to get me over the edge.

"Fuck it, we ball."

The bitter taste of the concoction was enough to overpower my cringe as I swallowed, resisting the urge to rinse out my mouth or, more dramatically, rip out my tongue. Shit was foul. But eventually, the taste started to fade and I felt a warmth spread through my body. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, trying to commit the old me to memory before shutting my eyes and bracing for the worst.

If what I said to make myself drink it was embarrassing, the fact that I didn't change at all was downright humiliating. I went through all that anguish, all that stress, and it didn't even work! I was so naive and stupid and and ugh! I looked at my reflection, the same old face staring back at me, albeit with pink cheeks. I spent weeks scouring WitchTok for a spell like this instead of just fucking talking to my best friend and asking if he liked me! God, I'm so fucking stupid. What a waste of time. And money! Those ingredients weren't cheap! I balled my hands up into fists, trying to make my tantrum as quiet as possible, Danny just in the other room. I flailed my arms. I opened my mouth in a silent scream. I stamped my feet. I jiggled.

My eyes shot open.

The grey t-shirt I had on wasn't exactly the kind to show off a figure, especially when coupled with a big, baggy sweatshirt, but my body did look a little... Different. Shadows were cast where there was nothing previously there to cast them. I raised a foot experimentally and stamped it back down.

I jiggled.

Nothing else about me had changed. My face was the same. My hair was the same. My outfit was the same. Even my underwear was the same. I didn't have any intrusive, slutty thoughts. I didn't suddenly have an addiction to cum or an oral fixation. I just... jiggled. I raised an arm, shaking it back and forth to get my sleeve to come down and expose my hand, making my chest wobble in the process. My heart pounded in my chest as I brought a hand up to my chest. And squeezed.

My other hand clamped over my mouth to stifle a moan. Motherfucker these things were sensitive. And almost like a cartoon coyote, as soon as I realized there was no ground beneath my feet, things began moving very, very quickly. My breasts surged forward in my hands, untucking my shirt from my skirt. Obscene bulges of titflesh rose from the cups of my bra, swelling over the top, out of the sides, and even under the wire. It didn't take long for the clasps to snap, the sudden shifting weight pulling my shoulders forward. I had to brace myself on the edge of the sink, overwhelmed by the new sensation of something hanging from my chest. I could only watch, biting my lip, trying not to moan as they blew past cup sizes. Within moments, anyone who had ever teased me about my bust was outsized by more than double with no signs of slowing. My breasts dominated my torso, my nipples swelling larger and creating needy tents in my shirt.

The growth felt like an eternity, the sensations leaving arousal soaking through my panties and my leggings. Deep breaths made my chest heave in ways that it never had before, feeling the weight of my bust, my tits pressing down on my ribcage. I examined the rest of my body in the bathroom mirror. Nothing was out of place, the body I had always had, just with a pair of massive bazongas (another quick cringe) wobbling on my chest. Soft flesh spilled out between my fingers as I grabbed them from underneath, squeezing and kneading my newest additions, feeling their weight and heft in my palms. My thighs rubbed together. A rational part of me was trying to naysay the whole thing, declare my best friend as shallow for seeing me as perfect in every way except a massive pair of tits, but that small voice was drowned out by more accommodating parts of me. My best friend thought I was beautiful and sexy in almost every way. It didn't matter what I was missing before because I had them now. He didn't want some sex toy, some slut, some bitchy blonde queen bee. He wanted me. With a little bit extra, sure, but he wanted me. And I wanted him now more than ever.

I pulled my arms into my sleeves, dragging the straps of my ruined bra down my shoulders. I pulled the old thing out from my shirt and looked at it in pride and awe. My entire breast used to fit in a bra that would now struggle to cover my areola. The revelation sent a quiver my body, my nipples twitching with need. Slowly, I opened the door to the bathroom and crept up behind Danny, controller still in hand on the couch. The game had him entirely enrapture. It was all I could do to keep from giggling as I casually tossed the now ruined and useless bra on his lap. He was mad, at first, quickly pausing the game, making ready to yell at me for distracting him before he realized exactly what had been tossed his way. God, if I could have bottled the essence of that timid swallow, the slow turn of his head towards me, the shock at seeing what his fantasies had done to my body... A smirk settled onto my lips, crossing my arms beneath my tits, lifting them up slightly and making them look even more massive. "Hey, Danny. Here's something we never really talk about. How would you describe your perfect girl?"

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"So this one on the right - my right, your left - is the bra that I wore when I got my first set of implants. 34DD. Even back then, I was the biggest girl in my entire college dorm! Believe me, there's nothing like walking into a sorority house and knowing, the moment you step through the door, that you're the bustiest person there."

"And the other one?"

"Well, turns out I was a big fish in a little pond. Graduated, moved to the closest city, and saw what modern medical science could do! This bra is a 40G, what I wore after I got my second set of implants. I was actually a HH, but this was the best I could find. This was back before you could just go online and order things custom, so I was just trying things on to see what fit."

"...and how did you-"

"Wind up with these massive melons? These big, bimbo titties? Let me tell you, the moment I heard there was a kind of implant with the potential for unlimited growth, I was drooling! It didn't matter to me that they listed the growth under 'dangerous potential side effects.' I knew I was never going to be satisfied jumping up a few cup sizes every few years. I needed to grow. And keep growing. Forever. Now I don't even know what cup size I'd be! I'm somewhere above 20,000cc and climbing! That's more than 45lbs each! I do back exercises and the growth has, unfortunately, slowed over time, but I can see a coming day when my tits are too big for me to lift, first dragging them along the floor and, eventually, just laying on top of them. I doubt I'd be able to find a bra that fits by that point, even custom ordering one, but you wouldn't mind, would you? I'm sure you'd love to keep me growing and growing and growing~ someone after my own heart!"

Bras for "big tits" vs actual huge bimbo tits.

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"Woah, dude, you alright? That coconut was like a precision air strike! BAM! Right on the noggin. You're probably gonna have a pretty nasty-

"Huh? Bud, it's me! It's Connie! Your best friend? Friends since we were kids? Kicks your ass at any video game any day of the week? Fuckbuddy extraordinaire?

"Okay, ha ha, very funny. Gonna pretend that you don't remember me having these fuckin' gazongas? Really? You're really gonna lay there and pretend you don't remember watching me leapfrog cup sizes? Oh, and I bet you don't remember all those times I used my growing, deepening cleavage to distract you while we played games. Not that I needed to, of course. Or when your girlfriend got jealous of me and us so she called me a slutty cow whore, she was never super creative, so you broke up with her to defend me and I rewarded you by letting you bust between them for the first time? Which I guess was kinda proving her point, but whatever.

"...Oh, fuck. Maybe that coconut hit you harder than I thought. Here, I know just what to do. Open up and don't feel like you have to guzzle it down, go nice and-

"What does it look like I'm doing, dude? I'm feeding you my milk! It always makes you feel better. What? No, I'm not pregnant, they just kinda do this. And all the times you sucked on 'em probably didn't hurt. Just gotta... Mmf... Give 'em a little squeeze to get the f-fuck... Milk flowing. Aahhnn~ There we go! Just relax and drink, bro. I'm sure your memories will come back soon."

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"Gasp! Like, oh my gawd! What's all this?"

"It's your birthday, baby girl!"

"Really?? No way!"

"Mhm! I wanted to treat my favorite toy to something special."

"Awww! That's, like, soooo sweet! Thank you! ...um, baby?"

"Yes, my little pet?"

"How... How old am I turning? I kinda, um, forgot."

"Count the candles."

"Oh, right! Duh! One... Two... Um...."

"You're turning 21, princess."

"21?! That means you can bring me out to bars and stuff!"

"That's exactly right! You're so smart. That's why I got you a special present."

"Oh em gee, what is it what is it what is it-"

"Easy there, princess! You're gonna bounce out of your dress. I got you... Another implant fill!"

"Hehe, silly! That's what you got me last year!"

"Of course, baby. You're going to get one every year, plus butt lifts and lip fillers and cheek sculpting. You're my work of art, baby. And I'm never going to stop making into the perfect plastic doll."

"Yaaay! But only if you promise to play with me! Dolls only have worth when they're played with."

"Oh, I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of you."

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Even though we don't talk anymore, this is the picture I love to go back to when I think about my old friend group. It's just so thrilling to me, to think about what this picture used to show. We were all moderately busty when we met (I have my own theories about women of similar bust sizes becoming friends, but that's for another day.) Jenny, sitting next to me in the leopard print, was the biggest at an E cup and I was the smallest, though still sitting pretty with a pair of juicy C cup tits. We were all headed up to my parents' summer home for a few days to really break in the new swimming pool. It was meant to be a dream vacation with my best friends, girls who had been my best friend for a long, long time.

All it took was a few shots of Pink Whitney to turn it into a nightmare.

Okay, that's kind of an exaggeration. It was already a nightmare, I just didn't know. But alcohol helped loosen Allison (in the back, behind Jenny)'s lips. As soon as she mentioned Joe, my boyfriend, I knew something was up. A few more shots and a screaming match later, it all came tumbling out. Turns out Joe had been cheating on me with Jenny for a few months now. Allison and Shannon knew about it but they were all keeping it a secret from me. It broke my heart, of course, but it really twisted the knife when she started talking about how her boobs meant she could steal any guy she wanted and that Joe deserved someone better than someone 'small' like me. Needless to say, I kicked them out and made them find their own way home. I had never been more furious in my entire life. Just the betrayal of it all, from people that, just days before, I felt like I could trust with my life.

I still had a few days at the vacation home, so I continued to drink all by myself, threw myself a nice little pity party. And, in a moment of impulsiveness, I may have kind of turned to magic. The others had always teased me for my interest in the occult, so I thought what better way to get back at them. And if they were all fine with stealing my boyfriend, then I had no qualms stealing something back from them. And what better than the things that Jenny thought made her so fucking superior. I threw together the stuff that I needed (though admittedly, it was a little janky to use my mom's scented candles for the ritual) and called upon the Powers Beyond to help me. Turns out, the Powers Beyond respond really well to revenge. Not only did I steal almost all of their tits, but they rewrote reality so that I always had tits that big and they were always that small.

It was unbelievably arousing to look down and see my tits swelling, watching my bikini top shift as reality adapted to my new size. Feeling their growing weight, watching as they swelled larger and larger, spilling out of the top until reality gave me a new one... I can see why people keep going back to make deals with otherworldly powers. I thought the picture of us together and happy, just before my world shattered, would always be a painful reminder, but now it's proof of my revenge. I doubt Joe is with Jenny still, in this reality, but I couldn't give a shit about them anymore. Their tits have made me absolutely enormous and I can't wait to see what life is like at this enormous size.

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Random mention; Although an Anon mentioned using the "Read More" option, if your page disappears or is taken down, all of the "Read More" stories would be effectively lost too, even if they're reblogged.

I don't know if this is something that matters to you, but I think your work is fantastic, so it would really be a shame if that happened! Something worth thinking about!

Oh! I actually had no idea. Thank you for your concern, that's really sweet! I guess I'll just apologize to people who have to scroll really far through the longer stories. Maybe I'll make a tag or something so that people can block stuff that's longer than a paragraph or two. I dunno, I'll definitely think about it.

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"I just want to make sure we're both on the same page. The reason my tits have fucking ballooned over the last month is because... You've been putting breast growth drugs in my coffee."

I swallowed, blush burning in my cheeks, barely able to make eye contact with my girlfriend. "Y-yes."

"And that's why I've gone from a B cup to a J cup in four weeks, literally a cup size every three days."

"Yes."

"Which is why none of my clothes fit, why I'm bulging and bursting out of everything I own, why I bounce and jiggle obscenely when I'm walking down the street, why no one can take their eyes off of me and my growing figure, why women in my office who thought they were big shots with their Ds are now looking at me with envy and frustration and fear that I'll continue to outsize them by wider and wider margins."

The shift in tond catches my ear, raising my head slightly. My eyes meet hers, a look of confusion on my face, trying my best to ignore the slight bulge forming in my pants. "That's right."

"Because there's breast growth drugs. In my coffee. In this coffee." She holds up her mug to prove her point. I nod my head, tension growing in the silence in the room. She looks at me with a shrewd eye, raising a single eyebrow. Then, without breaking eye contact, she puts the cup to her lips and tilts it back. Coffee rushes down her throat, swallowing it greedily, hungrily, finishing the full mug in seconds. She leans her head back to get the last few drops, pushing her chest forward, soft flesh bulging out from the cups of her bra, making her expanded cleavage look even bigger. Her smile is almost disturbingly sweet as she finishes drinking, wiping her lips on the back of her hand.

"Hey, babe? Can you make me another cup of coffee? You always make it just how I like it."

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Hitomi had been a rising star in Japan for a few years. She absolutely dominated the Big Bust space in her homeland with her impressive G cups, more than triple the average bust size for her country. This was enough to catch the eye of some enterprising producers in the West who were more than eager to capitalize on the growing obsession with Asian women in the porn market. They worked with her manager in Japan and had her fly out to America for a few months of shooting and marketing. It was a great way to grow her public profile in the West, collaborating with known local stars and putting her in front of an audience that was only too eager to consume what she had to offer.

None of them suspected what a few months of Western diet would do to the woman. Such a sudden shift to processed foods, laden with sugars and empty calories, sent her body into overdrive. It suddenly had so much more fat to work with and it knew exactly where to send it. She raced through cup sizes, occasionally having to reshoot scenes because her breasts had grown between the end of the shoot on Friday and resuming filming Monday morning. Her manager has to negotiate advance payments for some of her work just so that she could continue to buy clothes for her surging breasts. Ordering bras was an exercise in futility, outgrowing them by the time they arrived.

Once word got out about the gorgeous Asian woman with the growing tits, demand for her skyrocketed. Her original four month sojourn to the states wound up being extended to a full year, her breasts growing steadily all the while. The trip was a resounding success. She made a record number of films, although towards the end they were mostly just other women fawning over the sheer enormity of her hip-reaching tits. She made contacts with a few bra manufacturers as there was no way she'd be able to get anything locally when she went back to Japan. She would certainly miss the American food that had made her so large and her American fans that had welcomed her so eagerly. But she squirmed with excitement the entire flight back home, biting her lip and trying not to moan. The thought of setting foot in her homeland and immediately raising the average cup size was thrilling. Intoxicating. And incredibly, mercilessly arousing. In her mind, she was already planning her return trip, wondering if she'd have to come back to Japan by boat, too large for a plane to carry her or even fit through the door.

Massive

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A wife hates her farmer husband for turning her into a massive hucow, but can't leave him because nobody else has the money or equipment to handle her gigantic milky tits.

The metal handle creaks as I turn it, shoving the door open with my shoulder. A yelp rings out as light floods into the small room. "Jesus Christ, Tom. Warn a girl first." A sigh rushes out of me as I find the light switch on the wall. "Alright, here's your warning!" With a click, the hum of the fluorescents fills the air and they flicker on overhead, revealing my wife in all of her magnificent glory. The same auburn hair that caught my attention all those years ago, the same brilliant green eyes that still sparkle and shine, even if they're a bit baggier than they once were. There was a time when I could have spent hours just counting the freckles across her face.

And spread out underneath my wife's body is, of course, her udders.

Those massive things. They don't even seem like a part of her, the way she lays on top of them, each one bigger than the entire rest of her body. I can still remember what they used to look like, F cup tits, soft with just the slightest sag, overflowing my hand in the most erotic way. I can remember how they grew and grew and grew, ripping apart bras and splitting shirt seams. Even seeing them swell with my own eyes, it's still hard to connect the memories of her tits to what I see in front of me now. They wobble and slosh as my wife shifts her weight, trying to roll them back so that I can access her engorged nipples. A wince flashes across her face as they rub against the floor, but she waves me away when I try to help her. "I can't do much these days, but I can at least handle this. You just go get the cups ready."

I nod, stopping only to set down my bag on a nearby table before heading to the wall. The fluorescent light scatters across the wall as it's refracted through the suction cups mounted there. I could fit my fist into the opening with room to spare around it. They lift easily from their holders, dragging the hoses out from their coil with a firm tug so I can bring the cups to the massive udders taking up a not insignificant portion of the room. My wife's face is red but she does her best to control her breathing, not wanting to reveal the exertion. I crouch down in front of her tit, nearly dropping the suction cups from a hard wince. "And no funny business, got it? I don't need your mouth anywhere near them." I bite my tongue, only responding with a quiet mhm. The suction cups are surprisingly snug around her nipples, milk already beading from them. A little excitement stirs inside me listening to my wife whimper. Things are... unusual, but I'm still a guy.

My hand hovers over the button, pausing to make eye contact with my wife. "I'm gonna start it now. You ready?" She nods, biting her lips.

Click!

SHWUFF!

The suction starts immediately, pulling right on the nipples stuck inside the cup. My wife moans, unable to hold herself back as the rhythmic tugging begins, milk rushing down hoses thicker than my thumb to a large tank around back of the "barn." As tempting as it is to join her in her arousal, I know better than that, simply enjoying her moans and moos while they last as I go back to my bag. Paper bag in one hand, I use the other to drag a pair of folding chairs over to where her body is, some seven feet away from where the suction cups are doing their thing. After setting up the chair for her, I settle into mine, reaching into the bag and unwrapping the burger and digging in, scrolling idly through my phone.

The sound of the chair next to me creaking pulls me out of it, a hand suddenly snatching the bag off my lap as she starts ripping into the food. All that milk has to come from somewhere. She pauses, forcing a mouthful down her throat and forcing out a mumbled thanks, not wanting to acknowledge that, even years later, I still remember her favorite order. For a while, we sit and eat, just letting the pumps do their thing. She occasionally grips my thigh as she grunts through a wave of pleasure, breathing out a sigh and taking another bite.

With the food packed away, my wife leans back, patting the top of her breast, watching the impact ripple out over it like waves on a pond. "God, you're a bastard for doing this to me." I've long since given up reminding her that she was the one who wanted to induce in the first place. "Yup. Of all the snake oil and sugar pills out there, we just had to get the one that actually worked." She breathes out a sigh of her own, leaning over to rest her head on my shoulder. I try to put my arm around her, but she shrugs my hand off, just wanting to rest against me. For an interminable few seconds, the only sounds are rhythmic pumping, a faint sloshing, and our breathing.

"You know, if you wanted, I could stick around and-"

"Don't ruin this, Tom."

"...Yeah, alright."

"You'll be back tonight."

"And tomorrow."

"Mmhmm."

Another silence, the kind that makes it hard to breathe, broken by her this time.

"Alright, fuck it. I need a fuck, milking still makes me just as horny as it did back then, and clearly you've got something going on so, y'know, two birds or whatever. Ground rules: condom on, from behind, and if you moan my name, we're done."

"...I can agree to that."

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You found a sound that makes a girl’s boobs grow…and then you left it on all night!

Ever since she left for Europe, my girlfriend had been having trouble sleeping. She blamed it on jet lag at first but, after six weeks, that seemed less likely. Sleeping pills hadn't really helped and while meditation podcasts put her to sleep, they had a tendency to give her very strange dreams. The lack of sleep was starting to unravel her and it broke my heart that I couldn't be there to comfort her, which is ultimately where we came up with the idea that I'd record one of those meditation tracks for her. She always found my voice relaxing and it'd seem like I was there in the room with her and that might help her fall asleep. I, of course, immediately agreed to the plan and did my research, listening to the tracks that she liked most, picking out some good background music, and making my voice as smooth and soothing as possible. In my defense, I generally thought of hypnosis as junk science, and a hypnotic track promising to grow a woman's tits overnight especially so. So I didn't think there was any harm in taking a sample of it, turning it way, way down, and mixing it into the track.

Thanks to the time difference, it was midday for me when I sent her the track just before her bedtime. She was so excited to listen to it, just being really sweet, one of those moments where I was reminded of exactly why I fell in love with her in the first place. I told her to listen to it in good health and, genuinely, I completely forgot about that little Easter egg I had hidden under the low vibrations behind my voice. The rest of my day was quiet, finishing up work, making dinner, spending a few hours playing video games. As had become our ritual, I settled into bed and waited for her to text me good night so I could text her good morning. I wasn't expecting a picture but, when I opened it, I suddenly remembered what I had done. There was more tit bulging out of her dress than she'd had in both tits put together the day before. Her wide hips had left her bottom heavy for most of her life, but now she was well on her way to an hourglass figure.

I made a hasty apology, saying that I didn't expect it to work and had completely forgotten the expansion track was in the mix, but she quickly silenced me. "I don't blame you, baby. Hell, I'm not even that mad. I suppose it's a bit typical, but, I gotta be honest... I'm kinda loving it... And I slept like a fucking rock. Best sleep I've had since I got here. So, basically, what I'm saying is... I wonder how big I'm gonna be by the time I'm back stateside."

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"Listen, dude, I know I've got these gigantic jigglers, these massive milkers, but I'm still me! I'm still the same nerd I always was just, y'know, with titanic fucking tits! Just because I have to move my keyboard back so I can rest my huge honkers on the desk doesn't mean I'm any different! Just because I've got a canyon of cleavage bigger than your face doesn't change anything! I still like Warhammer, even if I have almost literally mountainous mammaries. I'll still kick your ass in Tekken any day of the week, regardless of these sweater stretchers. In fact, I might do even better since you apparently can't take your fucking eyes off of them! No, no, it's okay. I'm not mad. That's kinda exactly why I grew 'em this big. No one would give me the time of day before and now no one will be able to ignore these gargantuan jugs! Would it help if I let you touch 'em? Just got a bit! To, y'know, get it out of your system or whatever. Maybe I'll let you do more. If you can keep it together long enough to beat me at Mario Kart!"

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"Huh? N-no, it's not that, babe. I love them! I really do. I still get a little hot under the collar when I think about how good it felt to grow. Watching them swell up, grabbing hold of them and seeing flesh spill out between my fingers for the first time, rising like soft dough from my flat chest like- Mmf!"

Sabrina's eyes fluttered, biting her lip. Beneath her bikini top, her nipples stiffened. A few seconds passed before she regained control of herself. Her eyes won't meet yours as blush creeps into her cheeks, tucking an errant strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Ahem. A-anyway, uh, no. I still like them. A lot, actually. Obviously. They're just... Overwhelming. Sometimes. I'm still not used to how much they jiggle when I walk. The idea of bursting out of a bra or, in this case, a bikini top seemed foreign and alien at my old size, but now it's something I do every time I take a deep breath. This was the biggest bikini they had in the shop and it barely fits! And, God, the attention... I used to be angry and jealous at the sluts in college who would parade around their tits but, fucking hell, I get it now. The way people look at me... Whether it's lust or envy or both... It's intoxicating. Fuck me, it's addicting. I can't get enough of it. I love you, baby, and you've given me so much, but just seeing the way they look at me and feeling their gaze on the tits that you gave me, I just can't think of anything else. Growing, swelling, surging in size felt so fucking good and being big is so much better than anything I could have imagined. You don't, uh... You don't have any more of that cream, do you? Just a little bit more! That's all I need. And maybe a tiny bit more after that, but that'll be it! I promise! Another cup size would fix me, baby. Fix this feeling in my chest that tells me to keep growing, keep getting sexier, keep getting bigger! ...okay, maybe a few cup sizes."