growth-opportunities

[growth-opportunities]

bards need to have a high charisma stat to cast spells and we all know charisma is stored in the boobs.

So when an upstart bard wishes to the most powerful bard, she'd need some massive containers to store her charisma

As soon as the last drops of the swirling, burnt yellow potion slid down Aneirys's throat, warmth pulsed inside her. It spread throughout her body, radiating all the outward to her fingertips and toes. This was it. This was the charisma that she needed, the added boon to become the greatest bard of her time. Her mockery soon would be unbearably vicious, her whispers unendurably dissonant, her speeches undeniably motivational. She'd soon be able to manipulate the Weave as easily as she sang, as deftly as her Elven fingers strummed the strings of her harp. In the centuries to come, her name would shine as the Greatest of the Greats! Next to her, spellcasters like Tasha and Otto and Mordenkainen look like children playing with toys. Yes, the heat that filled every part of her body would launch her to heights she never could have dreamed of! Aneirys's eyes looked up to the heavens, glowing, burning in the same bright color that had filled the vial that lay empty at her feet. She felt strength. She felt power! She felt-

Nothing.

The warmth snuffed out as quickly as it had begin. Behind her eyes, the glow faded and left Aneirys feeling just as she had before. Unchanged. The only thing different about her was that her coin purse was a handful of gold lighter and the humiliation that bloomed in her cheeks. She balled up her fists tightly enough to make her whole body shake. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" A cry of frustration ripped out of her as she stomped the heel of her boot down and crushed the vial. That damned witch. That damned witch and her promises of great charisma. A charlatan! A swindler! A thief! And Aneirys had been so caught up in her own lust for power that she couldn't see this. Greater Potion of Charisma, yeah, right.

The warmth of the potion was quickly replaced with fiery wrath, both at the witch for tricking her and at herself for getting tricked. Aneirys stomped around her little campsite, kicking whatever rocks and stumps had the audacity to be in her presence at a time like this.

Just as lust clouded her eyes to trickery, so, too, did wrath cloud her eyes to what was changing in her own body.

Each heaving inhale made her doublet tighter, but the exhales didn't make it any looser. If Aneirys hadn't been wearing it, she might have been able to feel the increased amount of wobble that the growing heft would bring, but it acted as a binder, keeping her breasts firmly in place. It wasn't until, at the height of her rage, she did her best barbarian impression and leaned back, throwing her arms behind her, and let out a furious bellow.

RRRIIIIIIIPPP!

Adrenaline still coursed through her veins, but Aneirys's fury was immediately quelled, distracted by the sound and sensation of her doublet splitting open. Her breasts, doubled in size from her precious handfuls, sloshed on her chest. Her mouth still hung open, her jaw slack, her eyes wide. She attempted to close her mouth, to find some words to say, but no words came. A shaky hand reached up and took ahold of one of her breasts, giving it an exploratory squeeze. The rush of arousal forced her eyes back into her head and a moan from her chest. The growth now began in earnest, her tits surging forward unabated and, seemingly, without end. She attempted to right herself, to stand up straight, but the new heft of her growing breasts raised her center of gravity, forcing her to stagger forward. She caught herself against a tree, bent over, her breasts hanging beneath her and the distance between them and the ground below getting smaller and smaller. Her thighs rubbed together. Her hips trembled. Overwhelming pleasure made it impossible to think. All she could do was drag her free hand over the growing expanse of her breasts, trying to map out their size in what was left of her mind and fueling the lust that filled them. "Oh, M-melira... Ahhnn... I'm going to-"

As her pleasure hit its peak, her hips suddenly pushed forward, smacking against the undersides of her magnificent breasts. The impact caused them to swing forward, pulling her off her feet until she rested on top of them. Her mind fried in the onslaught of pleasure. After a seeming eternity of erotic bliss, reality began to creep back into Aneirys's mind. She looked down at the enormous breasts that now dominated her figure, that most likely accounted for half of her body weight. She hissed softly, twitching, as she rubbed the side of one of them, still achingly sensitive.

This was going to present some... new challenges.

However, as she took stock of her situation with an increasingly clearer mind, she could feel something deep within her breasts: the swirling energy that had once filled her body. When she drank it, her body couldn't contain it all, clearly, so her body had to make some room. She chuckled, ripples moving through her gargantuan breasts. They'd still erect statues of her, commemorating her great magical skill. They'd simply need a lot more stone, now.

[growth-opportunities]

Common wisdom is that you shouldn’t practice high yield growth in the shower, as it can get very cramped, very fast.

Those globes of fat, those jiggling cheeks... The way her gym shorts disappeared deeper and deeper between them... Growing and growing until pears lost their title and an entire category of woman would henceforth be called Rosie-shaped...

The cold water that pelted down on Helena, running over her curves and matting her dark hair to her head, did little to quell the arousal inside her. The image of watching her best friend (and crush) grow like that had seared itself into her mind. It didn't matter if her eyes were open or closed or if she forced herself to think of something else; she always came back to seeing her friend's tanned backside swelling and threatening to rip clean out of her athletic shorts. Helena did her best to focus on actually washing herself, cleaning off the stench of growth practice, but running her hands over her own curves, her palm-overflowing breasts and her own wide hips, just put her in mind of Rosie's softness.

"This is stupid... Fuck... I never should have done this..." Helena's fist slammed against the tile wall of the locker room shower as she muttered chastisements at herself. Joining the Growth Team had been Rosie's idea and, as she had done for almost the entirety of their nearly decade-long friendship, Helena followed after. The idea had intrigued her, both the general idea of competitive growing and Rosie growing specifically, but she had no idea how impactful it would be until she got there, until she saw Rosie's generously sized ass surge in size, doubling in heft and wobble.

Helena gritted her teeth. "That's it. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. Tomorrow, I'll tell Coach Carr I quit and that'll be that. And then Rosie will think I'm a quitter and we'll grow distant and someone else will get to watch her fat fucking ass grow until it rips out of those tiny shorts and-" Her tirade dissolved into a pathetic whine as she leaned back against the wall and let herself slide down until her ass hit the floor with a wet plap!

As Helena looked down at herself, she grabbed her tits, kneading them in her hands. Rosie probably doesn't even think about me like that... I can't make my tits grow the way she can... I've only ever managed a few cup sizes... Fuck, at this rate, I'll get kicked off the team anyway... Thoughts swirled around inside Helena's head, her eyes shut as she continued to grope herself, feeling her flesh spill out between her fingers. As she idly played with herself, rubbing her thumb over her sensitive nipples, she began to imagine what it'd be like if Rosie did see her like that. What if Rosie felt that same warm arousal when looking at Helena's tits? What if Rosie's breath caught in her throat and her cheeks turned pink when watching Helena practice, her tits making her gym shirt tight?

The fantasies replaced Helena's negative thoughts, moaning softly as she pictures looking down into Rosie's big, blue eyes as her full lips tugged on one of Helena's nipples. In the real world, Helena pinched and tugged on her nipple, making the fantasies all the more real. In her mind's eye, she saw herself swelling, her tits forcing Rosie's lips to stretch and her cheeks to bulge outward. It felt so real, Helena's moans echoing through the locker room. In her fantasy, she pushed past her personal best, her tits growing until they covered her torso, taking up so much space that Rosie had to move back, in awe and clearly turned on by Helena's extreme size. They swelled bigger by the moment, outgrowing Helena's reach entirely, putting the team captain to shame. A new personal record. A new school record. A new league record!

The feeling of something pressing against the sides of her tits threatened to pull Helena out of her fantasy. She tried to reconcile it with a mental image of Rosie reaching around her bust, but there's no way Rosie's arms could reach that far. With the immersion broken, Helena's eyes peeked open.

At first, she was confused. She was still in the locker room, right? When she did turn around to fact the wall? And what wall was this tan-pink color? And why did the wall have this dark line down the-

Helena's eyes shot open.

She tried to stand, but the shower walls held her gargantuan bust in place. Everything was wet and nothing provided the kind of reaction or leverage she'd need to get out from under her own bust. She shoved her face into her cleavage and screamed in frustration.

"H-help! Hey, anyone out there? I'm stuck in the shower! I need help!"

Helena strained her ears, listening for any sounds of someone nearby, only to lean her head back against the wall in defeat. Fuck. It would be hours before she went back to normal. She'd be stuck here for-

"Helena? You in here?"

ROSIE!

A fearful chill ran up Helena's spine as her friend continued. "I saw your car was still in the parking lot, so I thought you might be here. Everything alright?"

Helena's heart thundered in her chest. She didn't know what to do. Finally, she cleared her throat.

"Hey, Rosie. I'm, uh, I'm in the showers! I... I need a little help."

Helena didn't know what would come next. But she certainly had hopes.

[growth-opportunities]

For most of their lives, Sofia and Sophie were inseparable and did everything they could to be indistinguishable. Their bond over their similar names ran so deep that they did everything together. They are the same things, went to the same concerts, watched the same shows. Whenever one went clothes shopping, she always got a second to share with her counterpart. They were as good friends as they could be. When they started growing, things looked like they'd stay even for that, too.

But they didn't.

Jealousy had been boiling inside Sophie's mind for ages now, watching her best friend, her virtual twin, balloon through cup sizes while she was left behind. Most women would be delighted to sport a pair of DDs on a frame like that, but Sophie couldn't enjoy it, not when her perfect match was racing through cup sizes. She couldn't help seeing it as selfish and greedy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sophie! Stop it, it's my birthday! Save the groping for later. Hey. H-hey! Seriously, let go! What are you doing?!"

"Come on, Sofia! Smile for the camera! This'll be the last picture you take with your mega monster tits. We used to share everything and then you had to grow these gigantic fucking milkers!"

"How the fuck could I have shared my tits?! What are you talking about?! What are you- Ohhh...."

"Shhh, shh, just relax, babe! Don't worry, I found a spell that'll even everything out! Mmmf, fuck, we'll be twins again soon! And just think, once were even, once my titties are as big as yours, we can go get the cutest matching bras again!"

[growth-opportunities]

"I'm not sure if it was because I wanted to grow, or because I could actually grow that made me sure... Made my transition a piece of cake though."

"You know those moments where, you know, a kid is watching an Olympic figure skater or a ballerina or a press conference with an astronomer or whatever and they have that crystalizing thought of 'that's what I want to be when I grow up?' I had that moment, too. Except, instead of a random public figure, it was my older sister's best friend, and instead of seeing her achievements in athletics or academics, I watched her grow.

"I guess technically it was athletics; she had been on her high school's grow team, but she was just showing off. My after school club had been cancelled, so I had gotten home a bit early, though just in time to see Nara blowing up her tits. I had always harbored a bit of a crush on Nara, with her dark eyeliner and her septum piercing and the shock of red in her black hair, but my fascination with what I was seeing went beyond that. When I saw her tits growing, swelling, not just through the course of nature but through her sheer force of will... fuck. It just awoke something in me. I wanted that. I wanted to be able to do that.

"It seemed especially impossible since, at the time, I was still presenting as a (slightly effeminate) boy. I was kinda in denial about transitioning, for whatever reason thinking oh, it would be nice if I could do that, but that's not for me. It was really the idea of joining a growth team and training to grow that even made me consider the possibility of starting to transition. It's kinda funny, in hindsight. Like, I really went at it like it was no big deal, like there wasn't really a reason why I couldn't be the first cisman to become a competitive titty grower. I read every book that I could, watched interviews with competitive growers, even probed Nara for some tips. She knew long before I did, but she was kind enough to let me crack my egg on my own. We actually got really close during that time, to the point that she's now, officially, my girlfriend!

"Anyway, back then I did everything I could: practicing, studying, changing my diet. For a long time, I couldn't tell if there was any growth just because I was softening up in general. And then, I still remember it, one day it was just like fwoomp! There was no denying this growth. I had tits! Real, full, bouncy tits. Right on the cusp between B and C cups. I looked at down at them, looked at them in the mirror, gave 'em a little jiggle and just went 'okay, right, so I'm for sure a girl'. Crazy, in hindsight, that that's what it took, but I've been so much happier for it since.

"Now I keep my tits around a DD, putting just a bit of low pressure behind them to keep them from shrinking back down and to keep them looking full. Nara loves them and she loves taking credit for them, too. More than that, though, she loves encouraging me. She was my first encouragement, after all, and she loves pushing me to see how big I can get. I never did pursue competitive growth, but I still manage to top out at a pretty high level; my most recent max was around a V cup. Not bad for someone whose assigned gender shouldn't have them at all!

"Nara likes to do ahem some other things with them, too, but I don't think that'd be super appropriate to print in your magazine."

[growth-opportunities]

"Really? There's nothing at all you want to tell me? Nothing you want to mention about a certain spring that I just happened to take a little dip in this morning? Maybe something related to the fact that my top suddenly seems a lot tighter than it was when I last wore it? No? Nothing about my newly gigantic titties bulging out of every opening they can find? Come on! First of all, you're blushing like crazy, so that's a dead giveaway, and secondly, you have eyes, don't you? Like, you can see that my tits have grown since yesterday, right? Honestly, I'm not even mad! I just wish you had talked to me about it! If I had known, I would have spent a lot longer in that spring! Hell, I would have made sure you were there to watch! Wouldn't you have liked to see my tits swell up, stretching out my clothes, listening to me a-aahhnn~ moan while my tits just kept growing and growing and g-growing? It's almost a shame that we have to go back so soon. I just wish... I wish there were some kind of container that I could use to bring some of that spring water back... A metal, insulated container... Something easily portable... Okay, seriously, did my giant titties make you stupid or something? Let's go, dummy; you're driving us home. And don't drink from my water bottle. That's all for me."

[growth-opportunities]

I don't know if you've been asked this before, but what do you think of bustyboys?

I don't remember if I've answered it before, either, but bustyboys are great! Love a huge pair of soft, wobbling, growing titties regardless of who they're attached to.

I wish I could remember it to link it, but there was one Bustyboy story I read on DeviantArt way back when that really focused on the boy dealing with the new weight and particularly the new sensations of his swelling tits, how he avoided touching them but then the weird feelings started to feel good, especially as they grew bigger and bigger and... Yeah. That was a good one. So, long story short, bustyboys are very, very good in my book.

Bustytheys, too!

[growth-opportunities]

"If I'm stumped on this question, and I always think better after a stretch, I really don't see the issue here whether or not I'm on the growth team and the other students felt "disrupted" or whatever. That's their own problem."

Vice Principal Steadland's tirade amused Alyssa as she sat back in her chair. She couldn't exactly fold her arms over her chest, so instead she tucked them underneath her bust, lifting her head-sized tits just enough to make them properly bulge out of her tank top. A sly smirk settled onto her lips, watching Steadland make himself red in the face, both from shouting and from his tacit acknowledgement of exactly what he was talking about. The remaining hair he had was turning grey and it was obvious that, as his blush crept upward, he didn't find himself the most comfortable talking about his student's breasts.

Shifting slightly in her seat, Alyssa decided to have her fun with her teacher. In some ways, growing her breasts slowly was more difficult than trying to push herself to grow as much and as quickly as possible, but there was a reason why Alyssa was the school's star competitor. She bit the inside of her cheek as the feeling of growing once again bloomed in her chest, feeling her clothes get tighter by the second. Her bra shifted, the cups pushed back by her swelling breasts. A bit of arousal started to tint her cheeks, but Alyssa marshalled her focus and did everything she could to keep her expression neutral. It was hard, especially when Steadland's gaze kept flicking down to her chest, threatening to derail his train of thought until, finally, he caught onto what was going on.

"I- Ms. Florence, would you please take this seriously?"

A haughty laugh jiggled Alyssa's chest. She leaned forward, slapping her knees and letting her tits squish against her thighs. "Listen, sir. We both know nothing is really going to happen to me here. Stretching for me involves growing my tits," Alyssa shimmied her shoulders, making her breasts bounce, "and my ass." Her hands came around and smacked her rear. "And that's why we've brought home more trophies in the last two years than our athletic department has earned in the decade prior. We're two weeks away from Regionals, and unless you want to jeopardize the quality of the only team this school has that's worth a damn-"

"Ms. Florence!"

Alyssa held up a hand. "I said what I said. You're not gonna do a thing to me. It's not my fault that people get distracted by body parts. I'm not in violation of the dress code. I'm not making any noise. I haven't broken any rules. So, unless there's anything else you want to yell at me for, I have classes to get back to." Alyssa stood and turned towards the door, giving her hips a bit of extra sway as she left. Steadland might be a prick, but he still deserves a parting gift.

[growth-opportunities]

Jenna tried her best to ignore Michelle's smugness as the hours wore on. They had both come to the party pursuing the same goal, a handsome and rich goal named Nate. A chance encounter led to an invitation to a kind of party that the two of them had only ever dreamed of attending, granting them access to a lifestyle that was so far beyond their means. If they were to keep that lifestyle, they'd need to keep Nate. And only one of them could have him.

While they both agreed that Nate was the key to their future security, Michelle and Jenna had entirely different opinions on how to go about it. Michelle swore up and down that she had seen Nate's eyes flick to her chest, making the logical leap that Nate was attracted to tits. Jenna shook her head. There's no way that Nate would be interested in tits, she claimed. After all, men these days are all about big, juicy, wobbling asses. Their differences were irreconcilable and they argued mercilessly until they settled on a wager. Michelle would grow her tits; Jenna would grow her ass. The party was two weeks away and then they'd see which one was right and which one was poor.

Michelle delighted in watching her breasts grow, feeling them become heavier on her chest. She used to show off her somewhat meager cleavage as much as she could but now she had more tit bursting out of her bra than she used to have entirely! Her showers grew longer as she spent more and more time groping and kneading her swelling tits, lost in the sensation.

Jenna's growing ass didn't have the same kind of arousing benefit, but she relished the attention she got. Feeling it sway and bounce with every step, looking back over her shoulder to see all the heads that had turned her way. That sort of power was intoxicating and, as her ass grew, so did the power. She wasn't afraid to bend over and turn her leggings translucent just to get what she wanted.

Unfortunately, the one thing that her ass couldn't get her was Nate. Michelle was absolutely right and she spent most of the night on his arm, squishing her tits against his side whenever she felt like he wasn't paying enough attention to her. Every smug smile twisted the knife into Jenna's heart. As she watched Michelle be escorted off for the night, Jenna's fury reached a fevered pitch. A plan crystalized inside her head. If Nate liked tits so much, fine. Jenna would give him more tits than he could handle, twice as big as Michelle, maybe even more! She'd do anything! She grow to whatever size it took! She just had to hold that Michelle didn't try to retaliate.

[growth-opportunities]

A gardener uses new fertilizer which also effects her own fertility.

The County Fair bylaws were very clear: farmers were only allowed to use fertilizers that were publicly and commercially available. Ash told herself that she was staying within the letter of the law, as nothing that she used couldn't be purchased from a hardware or farming store. She just, y'know, tweaked 'em a little. It was still fertilizer at its base, but she added in a dash of this and a sprinkle of that, some stuff that she felt would supercharge the growth of her produce. Some part of her knew it was wrong but... Fuck, she was just so tired of losing! Every year, Jen 'Fuckface' Bowen (a private nickname) took the blue ribbon with her oversized pumpkins and melons and whatever other bullshit she grew on her little patch of dirt. It wouldn't have been so bad if Jen wasn't so smug about the whole thing, acting as if she was Goddess of the Harvest incarnate. Frustration burned just hot enough inside Ash's mind to let her bend the rules. Just a little bit.

As the summer wore on, Ash couldn't believe how well her homemade fertilizer was working. Her plants were showing a greater bounty than they had ever before, in both quantity and volume. Tomatoes bigger than both of her fists put together sagged heavy on their vines, coming ripe earlier than she expected. She had to carefully move the leaves back on her berry bushes to make sure that the fruit wasn't blocking them. It was going so well, she was sure that she'd win. Not only that, but if this kept up, she might be able to patent and sell her fertilizer! It could revolutionize the way food is grown around the world!

When she made first harvest, she couldn't help but indulge in her bounty. She was sure more would grow and she'd still have plenty for the fair at the end of the summer. As she snacked on berries and made fresh fruit salads and padded every meal with vegetables from her own garden, she delighted herself by imagining the look on Jen Bowen's Fuck Face when she broke every county record and propelled herself to fame and glory. Victory and the produce tasted so good that, at the beginning, she barely noticed her growth.

Ash usually only wore sports bras and those had some nice stretch, but it didn't take long for her growing breasts to stretch them to their max, billowing flesh bulging out through every opening they could find. Her hips and her ass swelled too, tightening the denim of her overalls until there simply wasn't any room left. It would be another few weeks of growth, of watching her breasts well and her hips widen and her ass round out and plump up for her to realize the culprit. By then, however, there was so much in her system that even after she stopped eating her own food, she kept growing. Her breasts took up more and more of her torso, covering her ribs, then her bellybutton and rapidly encroaching on her hips. Her hips, for their part, refused to be hidden, widening far beyond her shoulders with her ass juicy and plump sticking out behind her.

Jen Bowen might have thought herself Goddess of the Harvest, but no one who saw Ash Grant's enormous, curvaceous figure could deny that she truly was a Goddess of Fertility.

[growth-opportunities]

"Are you fucking kidding me? 'Just hide them'? What kind of stupid bullshit... Do you really think I can just hide these things? The only bras I have with me are C cups and they're not going to do shit now that my tits have tripled in size! God, I'm fucking huge! I feel like a fucking cow with these goddamn udders! ...What the- of course I'm panicking! I don't know if it's some bizarre allergic reaction or I have Late Onset CowWhore disease or what! Fuck, we just have to get home. I can't deal with this here. Of course, I'd just have to come down with Explosive Titty Growth Syndrome while we're on fucking vacation. Sorry, can't go to the museums or the beach because my titties decided that they finally wanted to become Porn-sized Milkers! I swear to God, if they try to pat me down at the airport, I'm going to fucking scream. I can't handle this! They're too fucking big! I don't- Ohhhh, fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I think... I think Hnnng... I think they're about to start growing again!"

[growth-opportunities]

Back in my home reality, I barely even needed to wear a bra and now I've got these huge fucking things on my chest! I was such a nerd, hiding behind a stack of books, my coke-bottle glasses, and baggy sweatshirts. The only thing that could even remotely be considered big on me was my brain! So I poured all of it into my dream of a reality hopping device, something that could pluck me out of this lonely existence and bring me anywhere else. I didn't know what I'd find; I just wanted something different. I told the machine to find a reality where I was popular and closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew, I had this body! Blonde, big tits, full lips. And, god, was I popular. Apparently, I was a cheerleader in this reality? Not that I could blame myself, wanting to show off these gigantic things, tits that I thought only existed in porn that were now a part of my gorgeous, sexy body! Memories of a new life rushed into my head, of puberty being kind to me, of boys being kind to me, of one night at a party when I got drunk and let everyone, everyone take turns groping and sucking on my massive, still growing tits. I had gone from a mousy, shut-in pervert to an out and proud slut, so I guess not everything changed; I was still just as horny. Boyfriends, girlfriends, parties, threesomes, they all swirled around inside my head.

There was only one, tiny problem. Turns out, being a slut and living off of the attention that my body got me left little time for reading books and studying. Why would I, when I can just get some nerd to do my homework for me in exchange for getting to touch my tits for, like, a few seconds? So, uh, that reality changing device thingy? Yeah, no idea how to use that. I can remember my old self making it and remember my old self using it, but I can't wrap my head around how it actually, like, y'know, works. So I guess I'm stuck here! Stuck with these huge tits and all of the attention they bring me.

I think I'll be able to manage.

[growth-opportunities]

Hyper boobed gal needs to return a bra after a compressor malfunction

"Hello! Hi, yes, I'm still here! No, it's no worry, I didn't mind holding."

...

"Right, yes. I need to return one of your products."

...

"Yeah, it's a shame, but I put it on and-"

...

"...You're kidding. Really? No returns on worn products? Can I at least get a refund, then?"

...

"Your stupid bra didn't even work!"

...

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to lose my cool. This whole thing has been very frustrating. I apologize. I put on the bra and the compressor burnt out in less than 48 hours! I charged it overnight, I followed every instruction in the manual. Thankfully, I was home when it failed; I don't know what I would have done if my tits suddenly quintupled in size while I was out in public."

...

"Oh, sure! Let me double check... This one was model HFT-27-WTB2BC."

...

"...Yes, I am aware that it's your largest and most powerful product. That's why I purchased it."

...

"No, this isn't a prank call! I'm literally holding the packing slip on my hand! I ordered what I thought was going to be a good product, what I thought would be able to hold my enormous, gargantuan, mind-bogglingly huge boobs but, whoops, guess not! Guess my unbelievably massive juggs are just too fucking big for even the Giant Titty Company to handle! Guess I'll just spend the rest of my life at the mercy of my implausibly colossal udders, trapped on top of them or underneath them or- ...Hello? Hello? ...Shit."

[growth-opportunities]

"The last ingredient of the potion is 12 ounces of freshly induced breast milk from the brewer herself." She looked at her other two cauldron mates. "Nose goes?"

Amara whimpered and whined, struggling against the vines that held her against the wall. Bruises were just beginning to flower on her wrists and ankles as she tried to free herself yet again. Every twist, every writhe was uncomfortable, not just from the tightness of her bindings, but from how that motion translated through the rest of her body, specifically the enormous milkbags that now hung from her chest. There was a part of her that had wanted to be bigger, but her A cups fit her frame and she wasn't the complaining type. The gigantic tits that now jostled with her every movement were far beyond anything she had ever imagined for herself. They pulled down on her chest with so much weight; Amara genuinely couldn't believe they were that heavy. She wasn't sure she could reach her nipples, even if her arms weren't held back. Those cute little nubs had swollen, too, growing in proportion into thick, aching, quivering teats, half as long as her thumb but just as thick.

"You guys! We're done, okay? You already took twelve ounces of mmmmilk! Just let me go and change mmmme back, okay? I feel weird..."

Eva stood over the cauldron, the dull purple glow of the concoction illuminating the look of concentration on her face, while Stella made her way back towards Amara, empty flask in hand. She tutted softly, shaking her head. "Done? No, no, no, we're not done! The instructions say from the brewer herself. Except there are three of us! So it stands to reason that we'll need thrice as much milk!"

A low, keening sound rose from Amara's chest, her brow furrowed pathetically. "Thirty-six ounces? Are you crazy? That's mmmoore than a quart of mmmmilk!" Amara licked her lips. They tingled and her voice was starting to sound strange. "Shouldn't we have just done 12 ounces from each of us?"

When Stella approached, she reached out a hand and gently cupped one of Amara's gigantic, milk-filled udders. "What are you worried about? You're clearly capable of making enough?" Amara couldn't respond, too busy being overwhelmed by pleasure at her friend's sensitive touch and fighting back the instinct to let down her milk. "Besides, Amara, Vacca Vaccārum suits you so well! Your little horns look so cute!"

Amara's eyes shot open. "Horns?!" In her shock, she attempted to look at them, turning her head back and forth. The absurd motion sent Stella into a fit of laughter before being soothed, calmed, and slightly entranced by the hypnotic wobbling of Amara's tits. Amara rambled, completely overwhelmed. "No, fuck, I can't have horns! Please! You have to undo the spell! It's doing sommmmething to m-mmoooOO!"

Milk splashed against the bottom of the flask as Stella pinched Amara's thick teat, the sudden rush of pleasure detailing Amara's tirade. Her hips trembled as arousal trickled down the inside of her thighs. Her eyes rolled back; her tongue lolled out. Stella couldn't help a chuckle. "That's a good little cow. Just relax, Amara. We'll undo it. Eventually. We just need a little more for the potion."

Only rough panting came from Amara's throat, her transformation and arousal clouding her thoughts. She could only watch and whine as Stella went back to the cauldron, milk sloshing in the flask in her hand. Her milk. Another cow-like groan rose from her throat, distracting her from the pressure at the base of her spine. Silently, she prayed that her friends would undo the spell soon, not knowing what sort of permanent damage it could do. And she prayed that they wouldn't want to taste her milk for themselves.

[growth-opportunities]

Thank you for working on the prompts, I don't like coming off anon and I figure it takes up time towards your original stuff and it doesn't necessarily get the same amount of likes, but I appreciate it.

Oh, you're very welcome! I definitely appreciate the ask, too. I'm not super fussed about "Original Stuff" vs. asks; I just write whatever strikes me with inspiration! That's why I feel like a lot of the asks don't quite turn out the way I think the asker intended it. And you'd be surprised at how popular some of the ask-inspired stuff has been.

I still hang on to old asks in case one day I suddenly get hit with an idea and can finally answer them! So just because something hasn't been answered yet doesn't mean it will never be! Thanks for the message and the encouragement!

[growth-opportunities]

Your friends teased you a little bit over your new "crunchy, granola" lifestyle. Which, to be fair, was a little bit reductive. You were just taking a stronger interest in certain supplements and essential oils. But still, they chuckled when you put a few drops of whatever on your tongue before a meal, even if it did "promote healthy absorption of nutrients." It was all harmless fun, really, and they didn't begrudge you your new hobby, even if they didn't really believe it.

Some of them had to see it to believe it.

The laughter died down, replaced with stammers and awkward glances as your regimen started to work. Every pound that was added to your body went straight to your breasts. Now your invitations to the new All-You-Can-Eat restaurant in tow was met with embarrassment and scepticism, wondering if your motivations went beyond trying a new cuisine. Either way, your breasts surged in size. At first, you didn't bother wearing a bra simply because you'd outgrow it before long. As you got bigger, it was less about the effectiveness of the bra but a question of not being able to find one that fit at all! Your breasts, massive and heavy and constantly growing, made themselves known in every outfit you wore, whether you wanted them to or not. They bounced and jiggled and sloshed with every confident step, basking in the awed gaze of everyone you walked past.

When one of your friends took you aside and sheepishly asked if you could recommend something for her, sparing a quick glance over her shoulder at the smallish backside she had always been embarrassed by, all you could do was smile.

[growth-opportunities]

"I spent years getting my swell size to an average grapefruit, and you can grow circles around me in a couple weeks. I'm trying not to hold it against you, but yeah, I'm jealous...

...

...

...and really turned on."

Clara's words completely stunned Amelia, the rookie looking up at her team caption. As they sank in, red bloomed on Amelia's cheeks, her heart pounding. She swallowed. "Wh-what?"

The world blurred around her as Clara leapt for her and pushed Amelia down onto her back. The bench in the locker room wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was perfect for what Clara wanted to do, straddling Amelia and keeping her exactly where she wanted her. The older girl's hands immediately moved down to Amelia's waist, frantically pulling upward on the thick fabric of her gym shirt. Amelia was overwhelmed, certainly, but not upset. Her chest heaved with heavy, needy breaths. As Amelia's shirt popped over her sports bra covered breasts, each a pleasant handful, Clara let out a shuddering moan. Her hands moved to Amelia's tits, squeezing them hard enough to make Amelia reciprocate the intense, needy sound.

"Come on, Amelia. I know you're holding back in training. Show me what you can do. Grow for me! Grow until you can't grow anymore!"

Amelia whimpered and whined, her hips writhing as arousal burned inside her. Her mind was clouded over with a pink haze of lust, needier than she thought possible. She let her eyes roll back, biting her lip. Slowly at first but quickly picking up energy, Amelia nodded her head, her straight brown hair shimmering in the harsh light of the locker room. Her face screwed up, scrunching with concentration. She took a deep breath that all but failed to center her focus and shifted her energy towards growth. It didn't take long for a familiar feeling to start bubbling up in her chest.

Above her, Clara started to grind her hips. "That's it! Keep going! Don't fucking stop! You were made to grow!" Her hands dug into the growing breasts, kneading and squeezing, feeling her fingers spread apart as more and more soft, supple flesh filled them. Her jealousy towards her junior morphed into pure and desperate arousal. Growing herself, gaining a handful of cup sizes, always got her a little hot under the collar, but watching her rivals exceed that in a matter of moments was one of the hottest things she had ever seen.

Amelia groaned. She didn't know what she was doing. She barely knew where she was. It just felt good. It felt so fucking good. Clara's hands, the feeling of growth, the increasing tightness of her sports bra, it was erotic bliss. Her back lifted from the bench as she arched it forward, pushing her breasts into Clara's eager hands. "Hnnng... Can't stop... Can't stop! Can't- Mmf!" Her passionate cries were cut short by Clara's kiss, lips mashing together. The sudden push caused her breasts to surge in size, ripping the sports bra apart. Amelia felt Clara's moan pour down her throat as the older girl got to knead Amelia's growing tits directly. They were already far bigger than they had ever grown in practice, easily doubling the size of her head.

Finally, the kiss broke and the two of them stared at each other. Need burned behind their eyes. Clara broke the gaze first, flicking down to the now enormous that covered Amelia's torso. "Holy... Fucking hell..." She gathered the massive tits in her hands, squishing them together, hypnotized by their wobbling. Amelia moaned, asking for gentleness; they're so much more sensitive now. "Oh, I can't be gentle now. I can tell, you can still grow, can't you? You've still got some juice left! Come on, Amelia! Grow!"

A borderline inhuman cry of pleasure trumpeted from Amelia's throat as Clara wrapped her lips around both of Amelia's nipples, sucking and lashing at them with her tongue. All of Amelia's higher thinking was gone. All she could do was listen to her body, let the pleasure wash over her, and do the one thing that guaranteed that this would never stop; all she could do was grow.

[growth-opportunities]

"I'm a therapist, so I try my best to be impartial and non-judgemental. But, I mean, come on. Doesn't this all sound a little ridiculous? Women's breasts growing just from being around you? That's not something that happens."

Dr. Kurenka tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. Dainty fingers flipped the pages of her notebook, her eyes scanning the words. "I just... I don't even know what could cause such a delusion. Affection can change the way we view people, but you're saying it's more general than that. Your boss's secretary, the clerk at the dry cleaners, not anyone who you would have strong affection for." The buttons on the doctor's blouse strained as she sat up straight, pushing her chest forward. "I'd assume this is some sort of delusion brought about by watching too much porn, but your consumption doesn't seem abnormally high or niche."

The fabric of Natalia's shirt was thin enough to show the outline of her white bra and, as she set aside her notebook, you can see the way her breasts bulge out of the clearly inadequate cups. "The most damning evidence is that you've been seeing me for weeks now and, well, I haven't grown, have I?"

She had to be joking, right? The pert A cups she had been sporting when the two of you first met had ballooned over the last month into heavy, round, full tits. Getting her shirt buttons was a feat in itself! How did she not notice?

Her face betrayed no hint of irony, even as the first button blew, sending a wobble through her tits. Your eyes widened at the exposed cleavage, the diamond of soft flesh spilling out. A look of concern flashed across your face, glancing back up at the doctor. She smiled sweetly, making a decent attempt at not being condescending. "I know it's a bit unprofessional, but it's important for your healing. This whole growing thing? It's a delusion. It's not real. I don't know if it's mommy issues or simply a bizarre fixation, but I assure you, it's not real. Sure, I've always wanted to be larger myself. I've wanted that since everyone I knew outgrew me. I've imagined so many times what it'd be like to put them in their place. But I let those fantasies remain fantasies. I don't try to project them onto the real world."

The second button and third button popped together, all the way up to her collar. Her breasts swelled with each breath, more of her tits bursting out of her bra than contained by them. Dr. Kurenka didn't even flinch.

"If it were real, my boobs would be huge by now, wouldn't they? Just absolutely fucking huge. Gigantic wobbling milkers."

The doctor grabbed her notebook and leaned against it, pushing her tits forward, a subtle but sly smile on her lips.

"Yeah. I can see we're gonna need at least a few more sessions. Maybe up it to twice a week. Don't you agree?"