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The growth pills had worked remarkably well, taking Sarah from a modest B cup to a somewhat indeterminate size sitting comfortable on the far end of "fucking huge". Their weight and heft felt so fucking good, better than she had always dreamed. She was so distracted by then, groping and kneading and teasing her sensitive nipples, that it took her a few moments to realize that it wasn't just her breasts that had grown. Were growing. She stumbled backwards, disoriented, as she looked around the room, seven feet tall and climbing. The crash of her rear against the floor shook hard, knocking a picture or two off the wall. She watched in awe as she stretched taller, the room getting smaller around her, and she couldn't deny that this growth felt incredible, too. Her jeans still managed to cling to her, ripped into shorts by her thickened thighs, her shirt and her bra having been removed from the start. She was felt so sexy. She felt so fucking big! And, as she turned her head upward, she noted that the ceiling was starting to get awfully close to the top of her head, a smile spreading over her lips. She bit her lip in anticipation. Sarah couldn't wait to see just how big she would get.

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Interventions with the Best of Intentions, pt. 1

[A/N] Hi all! This is sort of my first venture into long-form writing. I was inspired by a brief exchange with @biggerbagingos, so I'm sure he and anyone who follows him already knows where this is headed. Also, heads up, this is gonna deal with some extreme sizes, much bigger than what I usually write about. This is part one of probably three, maybe four if I decide to pad things out. No hard timeline but I hope this gets people excited for the future! Without any further ado...

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The routine was one that Tiffany’s friends now found to be all too familiar. When she got upset, the first thing she did was gather up her long, red hair and throw it over her shoulder. This part was expected take a few seconds as her voluminous hair could be a bit unruly and often fall in front of her pale, freckled face. Once it was done, she took a deep breath, as deep as she possibly could. A second hung in the air, a brief, momentary pause, just holding the breath inside her. Then, she shoved her face into the deep crevice, the ravine, the canyon that was her cleavage and let out a long, muffled scream. It was amusing, though they wouldn’t tell her so, to watch her heave her breasts from beneath far enough to put her head between them, but in this instance, the table she sat at provided a perfect ledge on which to rest her breasts, sparing her arms the herculean lift.

This scream was particularly deep, Valerie silently noted while sipping her bubble tea, sitting across from her buxom friend. The table was on the far edge of a small strip mall, far away from any prying eyes and with virtually no chance of anyone eavesdropping. Between the autumn air and the tea, a slight chill was creeping in. For a moment, Valerie wished she hadn’t cut her dark hair so short, feeling goosebumps spread over her neck. She drew her denim jacket tighter around her slender shoulders, glancing down at her watch. Having known Tiffany since before her gargantuan breasts had even thought about beginning to grow, she knew she could count the number of lung refills like counting the rings of a tree to figure out just how frustrated her friend was. By the time Tiffany finally emerged from her own bosom, her throat burned. Valerie took another sip of her drink, reaching across the table to grab Tiffany’s drink and offer it to her, pushing the straw against Tiffany’s lips.

“Jeez, Tiff. A four? You didn’t even scream that much when you got your homecoming dress.”

Tiffany groaned, pounding her fist against the table, sending a ripple through her bust. She snatched the cup from Valerie’s hand and took a big, angry swig, as angry as one can be when drinking a Cookies ‘n’ Cream milkshake. “That was different.” Though the drink helped, screaming had left her voice hoarse. She lifted her head just far enough to put her arms under her chin, her breasts making for a soft pillow underneath. “At least then I had someone I could yell at instead of just the vague idea of ‘my hormones’ or ‘my genetics’. And, in fairness to her, the seamstress did apologize. I can’t really blame her for not believing the measurements I sent in.” Tiffany blew a puff of air upward, pushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. “This is just…” Tiffany took another deep breath, as if she was about to aim for a five, only to let it out in a defeated sigh.  “My fucking tits are already such a hassle, Val. I really don’t know if I can handle them getting much bigger. I’m gonna have to… I don’t know… carry them around in a wheelbarrow or something.”

Valerie let out a quick, wry chuckle. “Well, I’m sure you could find no shortage of guys and probably a good number of girls who would help push!”

Despite herself, Tiffany’s lips curled into a subtle smile. “I’m serious, Val! I really thought I was done growing and now… another growth spurt? My doctor told me I could literally double in size. I can’t even imagine that!” She fished one of her hands out from under her chin and lightly ran it over the upper swell of one of her tits, her oversized hoodie making them seem even softer.

“I’m already past conventional bra sizes, like, significantly. My boobs were big enough to get me out of running in gym class! Some girls are like ‘Ooh, look at me, I can almost fit half a beer bottle between my boobies’ but I could fucking bury a Stanley tumbler with room left over for another.  For all of this-“ She smacked the side of her tit, the impact rippling across her bust like a waterbed. “to double? I’d struggle to reach my own nipples, Val! I already kinda do! Fuck, I’d be at least fifty percent tit. Maybe closer to seventy-five. It doesn’t help matters that I’m more suited to be the basketball than to play it.” No one in her family was particularly tall, but the growth and weight of Tiffany’s breasts had kept her at a notably short stature, only reaching five feet when standing on her tiptoes, a dangerous feat considering how front-heavy she was. Her backside had a pleasant curve to it as well, but it was completely overshadowed by the gargantuan bust sloshing in front of her.

Valerie reached out and put her hand on her friend’s elbow, trying her best to be comforting. “Hey, your body is going to do what it’s going to do. No sense in worrying too much. You’ll roll with the punches and, no matter what, you’ve got Ol’ Val sticking by your side.” Tiffany smiled at the nickname, ironic considering that Valerie was exactly one month younger.

Another sigh rolled out between Tiffany’s lips. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right! You’re right. I’m still me. I’m more than just my boobs. No matter how big they get, I’m still Tiffany.”

Valerie’s grin took on a mischievous undertone, her brown eyes shining, as she quickly moved around to the other side of the table. She nudged her friend with her elbow, dropping her voice to a low whisper. “And I know that having a pair of big, soft tits isn’t all bad, is it?” Valerie and Tiffany were very close and there were few secrets between the two. Valerie pressed her finger deep into the soft, accepting side of Tiffany’s breast. The busty girl yelped in shock, only getting one or two syllables into asking what Valerie thought she was doing before the words were interrupted by a keening whimper. Blush surged into Tiffany’s cheeks and she once again returned her face to her cleavage, this time in embarrassment and arousal rather than frustration. She made a half-hearted attempt to push Valerie away, but the way her friend wiggled her finger, playing with her breast, made it hard to think. “Hnnngg… V-val… Not here…”

An impish giggle rose from Valerie, only stopping to lean in and give her friend a quick peck on the cheek. “Just wanted to remind you that there are some upsides to these things. Remember that one night when we got drunk and you were fucking begging me so I just kept sucking and sucking and sucking and-“

Tiffany shot upright, nearly dragging her tits off the table. Her cheeks ached with blush, close to bruising. “VALERIE!” It was a barely intelligible squeak, but it got the point across, Valerie breaking into laughter. She draped her arm over her friend’s back, rubbing her shoulders.

“Easy, baby. Relax. I’m just teasing. We should probably head over to the book store before it gets too late, yeah? I’ve been waiting weeks for them to get more of the next book in the Amethyst cycle.”

The words went in one of Tiffany’s ears and out of the other without touching anything in between. The busty girl could barely concentrate. All she could think about was how it would feel to have her breasts sucked while being twice as big. She might actually lose her mind. Beneath her sweatshirt, her nipples stiffened and quivered. She swallowed. “H-huh? Oh, yeah, let’s uh… let’s get out of here.” She winced as she stood, feeling her breasts slide along the table, bracing herself for the impact when they finally slipped off the edge and slapped into her torso. The two of them took a few steps towards Valerie’s car (The Val-mobile, as she called it) only for Tiffany to stop, reaching out for her friend’s sleeve. “Hey, uh, you meant what you said, right? About sticking with me no matter how big I get?”

Valerie smiled bright, leaning over to kiss the top of her friend’s head. Their developments had led them in very different directions; Tiffany grew outward while Valerie grew upward, nearly a foot taller than her friend and a modest handful on her chest, though anyone would look small next to Tiffany. “Of course, cutie. I love you. Always have. I’m with you no matter how big you get.”

A hint of panic crept into Tiffany’s voice. “But… But what if they don’t stop? And I’m just a fucking gross titty monster and I can’t even lift them anymore and I take up an entire room with just one of my boobs and-“

Valerie’s warm hands settled on Tiffany’s cheeks, tilting her up to look at her taller, slender friend. “No. Matter. How. Big. Okay? I mean it. You’re my best friend and that’s never, ever going to change.”

Tiffany nodded, letting her eyes close while she took a deep breath to center herself. When she let it out, she looked back up at Valerie. There was silence for a moment, a strange tension between them. Tiffany opened her mouth only to close it again. On her second attempt, she got it.

“M-more like breast friend, am I right?”

Valerie blinked before busting out in laughter. “You’re such a goofball, Jesus. See? Room-filling boobs aren’t going to take away that razor wit. Now, can we go already? I have to know what Iskandar and Alexan will do when they get to Drosenia. I swear to god, if there’s only one bed at that inn, I am going to flip.”

Now it was Tiffany’s turn to laugh. “Only you, Val. Only you.” The two chatted about the series and the improbably tense situations the characters found themselves in as they trudged to the car. No matter how many times she did it, Tiffany had yet to find a way to climb into the passenger seat gracefully, flopping down into the seat and letting her bust wobble on her chest. She was the only one who ever rode in that seat, so Valerie just left the seatbelt extender in place, letting Tiffany buckle it over her vast expanse of tit. She needed the extender even with it slightly inside her cleavage. The sensitivity of her bust reared its head once again as the engine turned over, sending vibrations through her body. As Valerie began to pull out of the parking spot, Tiffany mumbled a slightly embarrassed thanks for her friend’s care and understanding. Valerie didn’t need to reply, simply patting her friend’s thigh as the two hit the road.

The window was cool against Tiffany’s cheek as she stared wistfully out of it. She was still a bit apprehensive about growing – How could she not? – But at least, now, she felt a bit more secure in what the future could hold. As long as she had Valerie, someone to support her and care for her, nothing else mattered. And who knows? Maybe Val was right. Maybe there could be upsides to being so big.

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My boyfriend thought I didn’t know about his little experiment but I totes did. I was, like, soo skinny and had no tittties. After we fucked for, like, a whole day my titties started growing and it felt so yummy. I didn’t want it to stop so I put the needle thingy in his balls and filled them up when he was sleeping. Now we both are growing! I love bouncing around in my stretchy shirts while he strokes his cock till he cums all over me and my boobies bust out of my shirt. I broke 3 so far! I wonder if he has any more sexy juice around. Maybe we can fill up my boobies, like, super big! 

Oooh! I think he’s gonna cum again. I better catch it all. He’s always hard for me now. Always ready to fuck my fat titties!

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How about, before-bed ass expansion? Could be fun..

It was a guilty pleasure. I never told her about it because I didn't want to make it a big deal. It was just a nice little treat at the end of my day. I figured she had to be aware of it at least to some extent; it was her body, after all. But I kept quiet and simply watched, night after night. See, it was part of my girlfriend’s routine to brush her teeth every night, just before bed. She’d already be in her pajamas, invariably some kind of tank top and a pair of loose pants, which is what brought the whole show together.

My girlfriend, to put it bluntly, had a really nice ass.

It wasn’t huge, but it had a great shape and really fit her figure nicely. It was big enough to grab hold of or, when I needed to get her in the mood quickly, give it a firm smack. While her exercise regimen meant that there wasn’t a ton of jiggle to it, there was just enough to really captivate me. And it did, every night, watching her brush her teeth.

My bedroom was laid out in such a way that I could see her standing over the sink from my bed, albeit if I leaned forward slightly. She would rant, her words garbled by the brushing and the foam, and I would not along and make little “Uh huh” or “No kidding” responses, just to encourage her to keep going. For three minutes or so, she’d move her arm back and forth, twist her body at her slender waist, and her ass would wobble back and forth. It was fucking hypnotic. I couldn’t look away from it. Like I said, I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but I wasn’t about to say something and risk losing my nightly treat. It always put me in a playful mood for when she finally climbed into bed and that made her feel sexy and attractive (which she absolutely was and is), so it was a win-win. Why mess with a good thing?

On this night, however, things would go a little different. I was, once again, not really listening to her story. Something about a cake that someone brought into the office that she said tasted funny. I was a little distracted. It really was hypnotic; I couldn’t take my eyes off of it as it subtly swung back and forth, her pajamas tight over her ass as each peak of the swing. It took a few seconds for me to notice that her pants were getting tighter. And tighter. And tighter. My brow furrowed, watching her pants draw taut over the wobbling globes that made up my girlfriend’s lower half. The wobbling, too, was getting more intense, despite the increasing tightness of her clothing. Her ass seemed to fucking ripple as she swung back and forth. I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat was dry; nothing but a hoarse whisper came out. And she was so wrapped up in her story that I doubt I could have gotten a word in edge-wise.

All I could do was watch as her lower half ballooned outward, growing softer and thicker before my eyes. It usually took her only three or four minutes to brush her teeth, but each second seemed to drag on forever. The growing thickness spread, too, clearly widening her hips and thickening her thighs, pushing her poor pajama bottoms. I could start to hear the fabric creaking, the seams straining. I had to say something.

“…and it’s like, y’know, stick to favorites? Don’t bring in whatever papaya-mango-pickle juice bullshit you like. If it’s for the group, get flavors that everyone will like!”

“Um… babe?”

“I mean, that’s what I did! Last month? I brought in chocolate and vanilla. Basic, maybe, but you know that everyone is going to find something they want!”

“Babe! Hang on a sec!”

“But, nooooo, force us all to swallow down your bullshit while we all force a smile and say that the flavor is ‘interesting’. And then we have to hope you don’t see when we shovel that shit into the trash where it-“

“Jennica!”

She jumped, rolling her eyes as she spat out the toothpaste and slammed her brush down on the counter. “Jesus, Tom, what?”

I didn’t know what to say but, thankfully, her ass did the talking for me. At that moment, her pajama bottoms finally gave way, loudly tearing, soft flesh spilling out through the opening. As soon as there’s an opening, the fabric is no match to the growing onslaught of her ass, shredding around her widened hips, her fatter ass, her thickened thighs. She twists at the hips, turning to look at her ass sticking out behind her, a hand reaching down to grab it and verify that it really is part of her body and it really is growing. Her eyes look towards me with panic and lust.

“Holy fucking shit…”

A flicker of recognition passes over her face, her eyes going wide as she staggers forward. Her ass jiggles like never before, each footfall rippling upward through the softest parts of her body. She stops short at the door frame, realizing that she’ll need to turn sideways to fit through it. As her ass brushes against it anyway, she lets out a needy whimper, making the rest of the journey to the bed and flopping down onto it. Her ass jiggles for what feels like an eternity, wobbling like gelatin, sloshing like a water bed. It finally stops moving and, at that point, I can tell that it’s stopped growing. My girlfriend buries her face in a pillow, clearly embarrassed.

“I think… allergic reaction? Maybe?”

I let out a non-committal grunt. I still cant take my eyes off of her eyes, her cheeks swallowing her panties between them. My hand tingles. I can’t help myself. I reach up, hand hovering in the air for a few moments before-

SMACK!

It comes crashing down on her doughy rear. I  watch the impact in slow motion, watching it sink into her flesh, watching it spread out over her softness, rippling back and forth, taking forever to settle. For a moment, the sound of the spank hangs in the air only to be interrupted by my girlfriend, throwing her head back and letting out a howled moan. Her cheeks clench together, leading to more sloshing, a red handprint blooming on her skin. She looks up at me, lust in her eyes, her breath coming out in ragged puffs.

“Again. Please. And, uh… h-harder this time. Like you fucking mean it.”

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When Sam first joined the construction crew, with overalls over her slender frame and her hair cut short, she easily fit in as one of the guys. She got along well with them, laughing over beers and not shying away when the guys would make certain jokes, sometimes even turning them around to raucous cheers and laughter. When she started to get a little more tenured, they'd make a game out of seeing how long it took before newbies clocked that she wasn't a guy. It was all in good fun and there was never any ill intent when it came to joking around.

After about eighteen months on the job, however, there was an accident. Thank God, Sam was wearing her hard hat, but a wrench dropped from that height is enough to give anyone a nasty knock, even with protection. Thankfully, the union had negotiated good workers comp and so she was given a full six months to recover. Head injuries are no joke! Well, it turns out that the impact had an extra side effect. Whatever had blocked her development back when she was a teenager had been shaken loose by the wrench and her body was eager to make up for lost time. She bought an actual bra for the first time in her life, having worn sports bras or just gone without up until then, only to sheepishly return it after two weeks, having already outgrown it. Her hair suddenly grew out, taking on the shine and lustre it had always lacked, gorgeous waves cascading down her shoulders. Her face took on a more feminine shape, her lips plumping, transforming her from being virtually indistinguishable from "one of the guys" to being more woman than most of the guys on the crew had ever seen. She didn't even know that cup sizes went as far as hers did now, but there was something thrilling about that, thrust into a world of womanhood that had previously been cut off to her. And she was excited to get started.

When she came back to the site, nobody recognized her. The guard at the front nearly turned her away for not matching the picture on her ID. Thankfully, all it took was a little cleavage to persuade him. Samantha and the company agreed that returning as a worker wasn't really feasible. It was likely only going to cause distractions that would lead to accidents like the one that had led to this in the first place. But it wasn't great PR to say "Company fires woman for getting injured on the job, becoming too sexy!" There was compromise to be had. It's not like she forgot how to do construction work. Samantha stayed on as a supervisor, particularly offering training to new hires on the crew. For her own benefit, feeling their appreciative eyes on her body, she often skirted some of the basic safety requirements like removing necklaces or tying back hair, but those didn't really apply to the workmen anyway. To her credit, people on the site were much more eager to renew their certifications. Training compliance reached 100% within six months of her return.

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"Yo, what's up, guys? Sorry I haven't gone live in a minute. I've been, uh, a little busy. Go ahead, get the comments out of your system. Yes, my boobs have grown. Yes, they're fucking enormous. Yes, they're bigger than my head. Yes, I did actually measure them against my head. Doctor said it was something called 'second puberty' or whatever, basically my body's giving the whole growing thing another go. I mean, I'm not complaining about it, are you, chat? Nah, didn't think so! This will probably get the video taken down but, to be totally honest, it feels really fucking good. Pain in the ass to get new bras and stuff but, like, totally worth it. They've gotten way more sensitive. The other day, I didn't even have to use my vibe; I got off just from playing with my-

"Ahem. Sorry, got a little carried away. Anyway, just wanted to check in with you guys and let you know that I didn't die and that, um... Just keep watching my page! Big things are coming! I'm still gonna keep up with athletics and stuff, so there won't be a big shift in content or anything. But I may start focusing a bit more on back exercises for, er, obvious reasons. And maybe a bit less on cardio. I don't want to give myself a black eye!"

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"What do you mean, I don't belong in your gallery? Aren't I you greatest sculpture? When we first met, I was this skinny, pale, waifish thing, a shut-in in filthy clothes that hadn't seen the sun in weeks. And when I did go out, I didn't even bother with a bra; I didn't have tits enough to need supporting. But you saw potential in me. Like Michelangelo and marble, you saw this. You saw the woman I could become. Huge, soft tits that stretch my shirts and confound women at lingerie stores, forcing them to admit, blushing, that I'm too busty for anything in their shop. A juicy ass and wide hips that give me a womanly, fertile shape, the kind that leaves a wake of turned eyes, a churning froth of jealousy and arousal just by walking down the street. All those hormones you gave me, regimented pills and injections, massages to stimulate growth. Watching as my breasts swelled, running through years of growth and development that should have happened a decade ago in a matter of months. Watching them swell from buds to soft mounds to handfuls to mountains to huge fucking tits. God, the way you sucked on them, kneaded them, obsessed over them... I had never felt more desired in my entire life. I knew you wanted me to have these curves as much as I did.

"But it wasn't just curves, was it? It wasn't enough to change my body. You helped me blossom in so many ways. It wasn't just new bras and new underwear. it was tanning booths and fashion advice and hair salons. You took an girl, overlooked by puberty and by the people around her, and turned her into a woman. More woman than most could ever hope to be. I'm your greatest work, aren't I? Your magnum opus. But a truly great artist is never done. There's always more to be added. Another cup size. Another inch to my hips. More pout to my lips. Please. I never want it to stop. Being big feels good but growing... Growing feels incredible..."

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The jeans put up a valiant effort but, ultimately, they were no match for the unstoppable force that was Danielle's growing ass. They tightened over her swelling cheeks, the stitching groaning and straining as Danielle continued to grow outward. She threw her head back, bellowing out a moan, the pleasure overwhelming her. If she hadn't been quite so lost to the sensations of growth, the sensations of tightness, she might have undone the button in time, but there was no stopping it now. It was getting uncomfortably tight. Painfully tight. Her lust addled mind panicked, unsure of what to do until-

RRRIIIPPP!

The jeans finally gave way and her swollen buttocks surged out of the gap. They wasted no time in surging outward, opening the gap wider and wider until her entire ass was hanging out. Finally, Danielle could breathe, backing her ass onto the counter in the bathroom. She looked at herself over her shoulder, jiggling her new ass. A quick yelp burst out of her as she gave her enormous rear a quick spank, rubbing the spot, biting her lip. Deep, ragged breaths puffed out of her, sweat trickling down the side of her face. "God... I'm so fucking big!"

Arousal still smoldered in her core as she started to stand, only for her ass to drag her back down again, letting out a deep moan as it impacted the cool countertop. Faintly at first, but growing steadily stronger, the now familiar and deeply arousing sensation of growth resumed building in her immense backside. It was only then that Danielle remembered impatiently swallowing the second dose... Her eyes turned to the door frame, trying to gauge its width. Danielle swallowed. She'd just have to pray that she could still fit once the pills did their work. At the very least, she knew she'd be magnificent.

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When I was in my senior year of high school, I was looking for ways to raise a little money to get a new car before I graduated. Given my, shall we say, natural gifts, I was able to score a few "modeling" gigs. It was all very tasteful! No nudes! Just a lot of cleavage and a few suggestive angles from the back. The most risque that it got was a single picture with my arm in front of my tits, making it look like I was topless. My arm blocked out the skintone pasties over my nips, so there was never any danger of showing too much.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long before someone at my school found out and once one person knew, everyone knew. My parents were already aware of it, though I could tell my dad wasn't 100% supportive, so it wasn't a shock to them, but it really scandalized the school administration. It shouldn't have been a big deal; I was already 18 before the first shoot, but they almost refused to let me graduate! By that time, though, I had already earned enough money for the car, so I offered to promise to never do anything like it again and it was enough to sate those prudes. I had a nice 15 minutes of fame, lots of guys asking me on dates, a few girls asking for tips on how to take similar pictures or how to grow like I did, but eventually they moved on to other things.

That was years ago. I moved away for college and settled into a quiet lifestyle. Most people I know today would probably be shocked to learn I ever did something as wild as that when I was younger. I just don't really come across as the adventurous type anymore. I'll admit, though: every now and then I get a little nostalgic for it. I actually had a guy from high school reach out to me and say that he had the biggest crush on me and still has a few of my old pictures saved to this day. I thought it was very sweet, even if he was probably drunk when he said it. I told him as much (the sweet part, not the drunk part) and that I'd be happy meet up with him for coffee the next time I'm in town. He was adorably and immediately flustered by that prospect. I had to warn him, though; he might be a little surprised at how I look now. He was also sweet about that, saying stuff about how people change so much after college, but I could tell he was beating around the question in his mine. I had to let out a chuckle when he finally asked it: he asked if I meant I had gotten a reduction. So I took a little picture and sent it to him with a simple caption: "Not quite."

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The longer you wait to impregnate your wife, the larger her childbearing hips become.

We didn't believe the doctor's diagnosis at first. It just seemed so... Bizarre. But it was hard to ignore the very obvious symptoms. Day by day, my wife got wider. It wasn't long before none of her jeans fit, her ass jiggling as she struggled to pull them up over her hips. And it was only a week or two after that when even her stretchiest leggings turned translucent over the sheer size of her gigantic ass and widening hips. Her body has become decidedly pear shaped, and it seemed like only a matter of time before she'd make an enemy of the door frames in our home.

She probably wouldn't have been more upset if she wasn't so damn horny. Even when we were in college, she never needed it like this. Her hips were an outward manifestation of her need to be bred but the need grew just as strong inside her. Entire days went by where we never even left the bed. Even the wildest of porn stars would have looked at her and recommended that she take it easy. Not that she would have listened. I could tell that she was growing increasingly frustrated by my insistence on wearing condoms, but she put up with it as long as I kept her cumming.

I wasn't worried about her cheating when I had to leave for a business trip, but I made sure she was taken care of. Two back-up vibrators and all the batteries she could ever need, just in case. It seemed to work okay and she actually sounded cogent when I called her at night (though the phone sex almost always blew out the speakers in my phone.) On my last day, just as I was waiting to get on the plane, I get a picture from her.

"I've been doing some growing while you're away. If you want to get a taste of this when you get home, you'll fuck me raw. I'm tired of waiting. I want a baby. And you're going to give it to me. See you soon, baby. Make sure to drink plenty of water on the plane."

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"Fuck you, you believe me now? I'm telling you, man, those pills kicked in at the absolute worst time! I thought, y'know, they'd grow in a little at a time! But there I was, eating lunch, and all of a sudden bam! Titties out of nowhere! 'No added hormones' my ass. I already had to ditch my bra, so now I'll have to make it home with my headlights on! I can still feel them growing, too. I gotta get out of here before they rip out of my top.

"And, fuck, the label on the bottle didn't say anything about added sensitivity. Every time these things jiggle, my nipples rub against my top and it's like my mind goes blank for a second. If someone told me that this is where the stereotype of busty women as horny bitches came from, I'd believe it in a heartbeat.

"....Oh, god damn it. They're still haven't finished repaving on the highway, have they? Shit, that might actually make me cum... You better have condoms at home, because if this sensitivity doesn't fade, we're going to be going all night long and I don't need another thing that could make my boobs even bigger."

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She’s really nervous about going to the beach after her most recent growth spurt

"Seriously, dude? You really think I can go to the beach looking like this? This was the biggest one-piece they had and my boobs make it fucking see-through! This fucking sucks. I had to quit track because going over a hurdle with these bombs on my chest would have given me a black eye. I had to get a three-month advance on my allowance just to get a bra that fit these gigantic things. And now I can't even enjoy a beach day because my monster tits basically turn everything I wear into the porn parody of itself! My old tits might have been small, but at least I could go outside without everybody looking at me!

"I know, I know. They're not all bad. They do look pretty damn good. And it feels incredible to know that I'm, like, three times as big as that girl who used to make fun of me for being flat. And I haven't had to buy my own drink at a bar in months. I just... do we have to go to the beach? I don't think I have enough sunscreen to cover one of these massive tits, let alone both. Maybe we could just stay in? You and me? I'll still wear the bathing suit. For as long as you want me to. And then... I dunno. We'll see where it goes from there. The beach isn't going anywhere. We can show off my goods another time. Who knows? Maybe by then I'll be even bigger."

[growth-opportunities]

casting a spell on the girl you wish had a bigger chest against her will

AN: Definitely longer than I intended (1700+ words) but sometimes I start writing and I can't stop! I hope you enjoy it!

Dana had been my friend for a long, long time, since we were too young to be stopped by the idea that boys and girls weren't allowed to be friends with each other. It made our bond special and it meant that we could really talk about anything with each other. There were no secrets between us, even when we started growing up and going through changes.

Well, some changes.

While I did okay, puberty was less kind to Dana. Her face changed and she got a little taller, but even before she hit five feet, her body decided that it was just done growing. Done growing upward, done growing out. She transitioned from a training bra to a 28AA, though one could hardly call that a transition. Her hips stayed narrow. I told her that her slender waist have her body a really feminine shape, but I could tell she didn't really believe me. She said she was fine with it, though. We'd talk about girls in our classes who had shot through the alphabet and turned into bombshells overnight and Dana insisted that she didn't want any part of that. Tits made people dumb, she said. Tits made people boring. As soon as you could rely on your figure, your personality shriveled up and withered away. She said she was far happier with her smaller body than she could ever be as some huge-boobed bimbo. It was pretty obvious that she was just trying to bury her jealousy in pride, especially when she said that she'd never sully her body by get implants or trying to grow even a single cup size bigger.

The fallout of her first girlfriend leaving her for a bustier woman was intense. Dana was practically catatonic for a week, and I did all I could to look after her. She barely ate. She barely slept. It was the most depressed I had ever seen her. One night, when she was delirious from lack of sleep, she grabbed me by the collar and told me that big tits made someone a bad person. Busty women were all homewreckers who deserved to be shunned from society or be forced into brothels where they can perform their singular service to society and they can't hurt anyone else. She finally fell asleep with her arms crossed over her chest.

In hindsight, casting a spell on her against her will to make her tits grow probably wasn't the best way to go about helping her. It was a bit of a panicked idea; I just couldn't bear the thought any longer of not being able to help. Nothing I did could drag her out of her slump, so I resorted to an admittedly extreme measure. There was a decent chance, anyway, that the magic would be bogus or be indistinguishable from natural growth, which made it easier to justify. Neither of those were the case.

It was interesting, at least, to watch her reaction to growing. The first few cup sizes, grown quickly over a day or two, were met with a trepidatious pride. In her mind, she could still consider them "small", even if they were magnitudes bigger than the next-to-nothing she had before. There was an adjustment period, getting used to having weight and wobble on her chest. I occasionally walked into the room just in time to see her yank her hands away from her tits, blush on her cheeks, embarrassed for having acknowledged them at all. She'd stammer out something along the lines of "Well, this is fine. They're still small. I'm not a big titted, girlfriend stealing whore. As long as I stay this big, I'll be fine."

She didn't, of course. Dana's growth continued unbothered by her own feelings about her tits. Once she passed the DD mark, she couldn't really excuse them as being small. The timid fondness that marked her early growth quickly turned to dismay and frustration. A glass was knocked off the table and shattered on the ground, a casualty of Dana's slow acclimation to her own size. She was so angry at herself and her tits in response, that she punched her boob hard enough to leave a bruise. "Fuck these things! I never wanted them! And now they're huge and in the way! Gross bags of fat, never fucking stop moving! The moment you stop growing, I'm chopping you off, you hear me!"

She wouldn't get the chance. By the time the bruise healed, she was pushing the limits of common bra sizes. She never gained an inch in height, still standing with the top of her head below my chin, and her hips stayed narrow as ever, but that slim waist of hers was rapidly being concealed behind her growing tits. She was growing too fast to even buy a bra to contain them and so she milled about my apartment in shirts that were rapidly becoming too tight, struggling to contain that much tit. I could hear the seams straining whenever Dana arched her back and lifting her arms above her head inevitably caused a bit of underboob to slip out.

As much as I tried to keep myself under control, it was about that time that I started staring. I couldn't help myself. These were the biggest tits I had ever seen in real life and rapidly encroaching on being the biggest tits I had seen ever. The first time she caught me staring, it caught her off-guard and I could tell she dismissed it as nothing. The second time, she got angry, punching my arm a bit harder than just "playfully", reminding me that she's a person and more than a pair of tits. The third time, though, I could tell something was different. She blushed and turned away, but her body betrayed her, two little indents forming on the front of her stretched shirt, her nipples stiffening beneath.

It was a few days later, when we were both watching TV (or, rather, we were on our phones on the couch while the TV was on) when Dana turned to me. By now, her breasts nearly rested in her lap, only an inch or two between her thighs and the undersides of her tits. "Do you, um..." She bit her lip. "Do you like big tits?" My face flushed and I stammered something completely incoherent, but she waved her hand in the air, her tits wobbling. "No, no, it's okay. You're fine, dude. I was just... You've been so nice to me through all of this. The break up first and then these." She gave the side of her tit a little slap, the impact rippling across her bust. "And I realized this morning that, um..." She bit her lip, her toes (not reaching the ground past the edge of the couch) curled and uncurled. Her nipples stiffened beneath her shirt, larger and more obvious than ever. "I realized that I'm bigger. Not just bigger than I was before, I mean, anyone would be bigger than I was- hell, you're bigger than I was-" She waved her hand and cleared her throat. "What I mean to say is that I'm bigger than her. The one that stole Nadia away from me. By, like, a lot." The more she talked, the wider her smile grew. She sat up straight, pushing her breasts forward slightly. "I think... I think it would help me get my confidence back if I, y'know, did something with them."

She shifted in her seat, turning her whole body towards me, climbing up onto her knees. There was nowhere for me to go except back into the corner of the couch where Dana quickly trapped me. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't have me brushing against her bust. "I've never felt... attractive. Before. I told myself it wasn't important. The closest I ever got was the first date Nadia and I went on, but clearly that didn't pan out. But now I have these huge fucking boobs. And you can't stop looking at them. And I've seen you, er, react to them. A little tent in your pants." Now both of us were blushing. The tension in the air grew thicker by the second. "It wouldn't surprise me if you, ahem, jerked off to them. I've already done it myself a few times. They're... they're really sensitive." Her hands felt so small as they reached out and grabbed my wrist. I could barely believe what was happening as she dragged my hand up to her bust, my palm hovering an inch over her left tit. Warmth radiated out of them and into me. Her breathing became deep and slightly ragged. "If you wanted to, we could... I mean, it would be alright if... We'd still be friends either way, but..." Her confidence was wavering so I bridged that final gap, pushing my hand forward and taking her tit in my grip.

Instinct took over. I squeezed. Hard. The initial shock was quickly broken through by a wall of arousal slamming into Dana. She arched her back, pushing her tit into my hand. I don't even think I could describe how it felt to have that massive breast bulge around my fingers, spilling out through every gap, her nipple twitching and quivering against my palm. Even now, the memory of pulling her shirt up and exposing her massive tit, how it felt to have her little hands on the back of my head guiding my lips to her nipple, moaning in time with the rhythmic sucking and squeezing of her head-dwarfing tit, leaves me feeling a bit dazed.

Dana would grow a little bit larger before finally stopping, the spell wearing off. Nadia was quickly forgotten (though I had to talk Dana down from sending her a Big mistake. Huge. style text with a picture of her cleavage) and Dana's attitude on tits quickly normalized. Dana and I didn't end up together, though we did briefly have a friends-with-benefits relationship. Then she met Lillian and the two have been together ever since. I did, eventually, tell Dana about the spell and there was an awkward couple of days, but apparently Lillian helped her through it and she was able to, eventually, thank me for it. She said that I probably should have asked, but admitted that she probably would have said no and then she would have missed out on something wonderful. Lillian occasionally sends me pictures of Dana's bust as continuous thanks for my part in making them. She says it's the least she can do.

[growth-opportunities]

I’ve been thinking… imagine someone hugging you… while they’re expanding. Weight gain, BE or otherwise.

Artist: PIえろ

"Mmf, how does that feel for you? To have me hold you against my body while my tits swell outward? Because it feels fucking incredible for me. They're growing so fast! They've almost doubled since I started holding them against you and they just keep going! I always thought my D cups were big. They felt big, especially when we'd hug and I could feel them squish against your chest. But now... And they're so fucking soft! If I kept holding you like this, they'd grow around you until they completely swallowed you up! I don't think you'd mind that, would you? If I completely buried you in my cleavage? Surrounded you with warm, soft titflesh? Good~ Because I'm not letting you go. Not for anything. You're staying right here until my tits grow big enough to completely envelop you! They're spreading out over your body, covering more and more of you... I can't stop it... I don't want to stop it.... I told myself that D cups were more than I could ever want but I was so fucking wrong! I never want to stop growing! I want to be the biggest ever and then double that! Ten times! Oh, god, I just want to keep growing!"

[growth-opportunities]

In fairness, I had no idea that the cream would be nearly as effective as it was. It was just supposed to be a nice surprise for my boyfriend, something fun to come home to after a week-long work trip. And I wasn't expecting much! I was barely a B cup, so any boost wouldn't be noticable, right? Even half an inch. I got a lot more than that.

Within a few days, I had these things hanging off my chest! I tried to measure but I, uh, I got a little distracted. I'm probably a J cup now. At least. I never even imagined having boobs this big but, fuck, I can't get enough of them. I lost half an hour yesterday just staring at them in the mirror, squeezing them and jiggling them. They're hypnotic, even though they're mine! And they're, mmf, really sensitive, too. I never finished measuring them because the tape flicked against my nipple and I had to stop to get myself off. I actually wore out the motor in one of my vibrators. I've never been this horny in my entire life. Thank goodness my boy toy is coming home today. I think he's really going to like his surprise, especially since I put on more cream this morning. Oop, I think I hear the door. That'll be him. And his cock. God, I can't wait to have it between these huge fucking tits. The cream hasn't totally absorbed yet, but that's probably not a problem... Right?

[growth-opportunities]

"Don't judge me! I didn't have anything to display when I was an A cup, and now I do! I'm proud of my huge boobs, so I'm going to show them off every chance I get! Besides, do you have any idea how much I paid for these? And you can't just start at this size, you know. It's taken time and effort, watching myself balloon a few hundred CCs at a time. I've had to work my way up to these jaw-dropping tits and, by god, I'm going to make sure everyone knows! Now, you can either be weird about it and leave or you can enjoy the show like everyone else. If you're lucky, I might even take the bikini top off, too."

[growth-opportunities]

Your wife really wants to be a tradwife, but doesn’t think her tits are big enough.

My wife's slender arms rest on my shoulders, dainty fingers teasing the hair on the back of my head. Looking up at her face is a strange sensation; she usually has to get onto her tiptoes to kiss me. But here, her back is straight, her eyes are fierce, and she looks at me with the eyes of a lioness toying with its prey.

"Hasn't it been wonderful since I stopped working, my love? Coming home to freshly baked bread, a spotless house, your slippers and a drink waiting for you?"

I had to admit that it was, silently nodding my head, unable to take my eyes off of her. Ever since the TikTok algorithm slipped that first video into her feed, she had become obsessed. These women and the idyllic lives they led... She wanted it. She craved it. And she knew just how to get it.

"It's almost perfect, isn't it? Almost perfect."

I swallowed. This was the same tone of voice that led to me allowing her to quit her job. This was the same tone of voice that led to us remodeling our kitchen. And I was helpless to it every time. Her eyes went wide and her lip formed a little pout. God, I'm putty in her hands.

"There's just one thing I need, baby. Just one last thing and then it'll be perfect. And you want your little wife to be happy, don't you? All those women... you know what they have that I don't? I have the house, I have the hobbies, I have the charming and handsome husband who brings home the bacon." A little wink sends a shudder down my spine. "But you know what I'm missing? I'm missing a pair of big,

huge,

spine-straining,

clothes-ripping,

TITS!"

The revelation takes my by surprise, blinking in awe at my wife. She was never one to shy away from sexual topics, but this was new for me. I always thought her C cups were perfect; they looked good in everything, fit perfectly in my hand, and bounced so nicely that even an angel would be like daaaamn weep. My brow furrowed and my lips parted to respond, but her finger lands over my mouth.

"No, lovie. I know what you're thinking, but I don't want fake boobs. I want natural. Big, jiggly naturals with perfect, sensitive nipples. And, sure, there are supplements and hormones that I might be able to take to some amount of success." She leans in, putting her face inches from mine. "But there's a way that I know... I know will give me the big tits I want. They'll be huge. They'll bulge out of every bra I own. They'll make so much milk that fucking cows will become jealous of me." A look of confusion flickers over my face but it doesn't last long as my wife takes my hand and places it over her lower stomach, just below her bellybutton. She moans, pushing her body forward into my hand.

"I see these women on TikTok spilling out of their dresses and, god, I've never wanted anything more. Please, baby.Turn me into a mother. Breed me. Widen my hips and make my tits swell with milk. Give me a family to raise. That's the role of a Traditional Wife, isn't it? The obedient home maker? The submissive baby factory?" Her hips begin to roll against me, the fantasies clearly having an effect on her. "Give me a baby. Give me huge, milky tits. And I'll give you everything you could ever want." An impish grin flickers over her lips, biting them for a split second before planting a firm kiss on my lips, cupping my cheek as she pulls away. "You'll do that for me, won't you? My handsome man? The love of my life?"

I'm fairly certain my neighbors could hear the squeal of excitement when I nod my head, particularly as it transforms into a needy moan. It shouldn't have been a surprise, though. I was never going to be able to say No to her anyway.