Tossing and turning. Wincing and moaning. Mariah had a restless night's sleep as her dreams ran wild with scenarios of her breasts growing bigger. One vignette saw her starting out flat as a board and growing so big she filled an entire room. Her massive breasts crushed every piece of furniture until it was splinters. Another saw her growing while floating in the ocean. Each tit inflated to the size of luxury yachts, keeping her afloat as she drifted away from the beach and the world she knew.
Devin slept like a rock next to the giant bust of his girlfriend, unaware of these mammary adventures she was experiencing in her subconscious. All the while, Mariah never considered these as nightmares. They were … fun.
The thought of her breasts tearing through her clothes, turning them into ribbons as her flesh grew more and more sensitive. With every inch, she felt a sort of power growing inside her, and it was addicting. Her last dream involved the man she loved, Devin, and it felt like what he’d described when he opened up about her fetish.
They were at dinner, sitting across from each other at a classy Italian restaurant. They clinked wine glasses and cheered on each other’s health. For some reason, all the other tables and patrons were far away from the couple, giving them their own private space. A waiter appeared out of nowhere, presenting them both with a plate of spaghetti with red sauce.
Each bite was delectable. The sauce with the perfect blend of spices with noodles cooked al dente. Just as Mariah reached for another bite with her fork, she was shocked to see she had finished her plate. “Wow, someone’s hungry,” Devin remarked, still working on his plate.
“How did I eat that so fast?” Mariah’s thought was cut short as the faceless waiter appeared again. Another plate of steaming pasta smelled even more delicious than the last. Within three big mouthfuls, enough food that should have made her stuffed just made her feel more hungry. Her belly felt filled, but not nearly full.
With a blink, we sauce sauce-stained plate was replaced with another plate. Four bites later, the plate was empty. Another blink, another plate. Another blink, another plate. Another blink, another plate!
Mariah’s hand wiggled its way under her yoga balls to feel her stomach. It was tight and quite rotund, pressing firmly into her tits. It felt hard, like an overfilled basketball, but she didn’t feel nearly full enough. With a bit of rubbing, she made another discovery - her skin had become more sensitive. Just like her tits, her filled belly felt almost as good as when Devin latched onto her tits.
With that thought, she noticed she was topless. Her breasts were exposed and each one sitting firmly on each leg as her thighs were spread apart by her filling gut. Four more mouthfuls and another plate appeared. Her gut sang loudly at all this yummy fuel and the growing arousal from her belly was joined by the feeling of her favorite set of lips taking her turgid nipple into his mouth.
Devin sat below her right teat as both hands held on. It was like he was trying to carry a beachball and blow it up at the same time. Instead, he was sucking as hard as he could, his tongue teasing her nipple like her clit. Thankfully, it felt just as good. Her pussy was drenched as her gut reached a foot away from her torso. It was now full enough to spread her tits, pressing harder into Devin’s hungry mouth.
Soon, the plate turned into a dinner tray meant for catering. Forkful after forkful led pasta to her mouth, filling her gut beyond any size she could imagine. Another tray, another foot added to her belly. After her third tray, her belly made a chorus of yummy sounds as it tried to digest her mega meal, she felt it - full. It hit her like a freight train. Suddenly, her body recognized the amount of carbs sitting inside her and she felt heavy. Her hands shot to her bowling ball belly and rubbed it, trying to soothe the indigestion. Thankfully, it still felt just as good as Devin’s lips on her tit.
The pain was only momentary, as it disappeared and a new feeling arrived. Her belly seemed to be slipping away from her fingers. Mariah had her head back but snapped it down to see what was happening now. Just like Devin had said, her belly was shrinking down, absorbing all the food - that fuel - for what came next.
A rumble started in her belly but moved to her breasts. Like water balloons filled with jello, they wobbled like crazy as they started to grow. “Oh, fuck, YES!” Mariah rubbed her tits as Devin lay flat on the floor as her tit grew to meet him. She could feel the weight crushing his head, but he still kept sucking. “Suck me, baby! Keep going!”
Another scream as her belly continued to shrink while her barrel-sized tatas finished off the rest of her dress. Deep gurgles and blorps from her belly rang out from her tits as milk ducts and fat deposits and muscle multiplied at a speed that was inhuman. Devin’s entire body was now swallowed by her right tit, and that faceless waiter was being pressed into the ground as she continued. She let out a small orgasm as her tits crushed the dining table.
Mariah felt powerful. She did this, she was doing this. She was making her tits grow to the size they were meant to be. Soon, the other patrons came out of the shadows, reaching for her milkers. Their hands felt so small against her skin, desperately trying to rub her down. Mariah’s mouth hung open as they worked orgasm after orgasm out of her. She could feel her man humping her tit flesh from deep beneath her. “Keep going, Big D! Cum for me!” She could feel the telltale twitches and thrusts of her man creaming his pants. “Mmmm, good man.”
Soon, the people started to sync up their movements, running their hands towards her nipples. “What… what are you doing?” She could barely breathe between her pussy clenching and squirting onto her chair, that was nearly defeated by her growing weight.
A faceless woman turned to her, who Mariah noted had quite an enormous ass, “Isn’t it obvious, Goddess?” Mariah looked perplexed. “We want you to release.”
“Release?” She moaned as another orgasm crashed through her. “Release what? I’m already cumming…”
“No, goddess. You’re too full. Let us help you,” the hands doubled their efforts as Mariah felt something filling inside her breasts. Not like before, when the growth spurt happened. This was deep within them like someone had turned on a faucet.
“You mean…”
“Yes, goddess. Now come on,” the woman egged her on. “Give us your tasty milk.”
Mariah gripped her tit flesh as she felt a roaring wave deep within her coming. It was too much, too fast. Her tits were filling at double the rate. She couldn’t take it. “I can’t… I can’t… Oh fuck, I need it!” Just as she felt her nipples begin to swell and shiver, her eyes shot open.
Mariah was in her room, still pinned down by her large chest, but not room-filling or boat-crushingly big like in her dreams. Mariah wiped her forehead with the blanket to remove the sweat, overwhelmed by her own imagination. She whispered to herself, “What the fuck was that?”
Slowly, she rose to a seated position to see that she was alone. A small note was folded and left on her nightstand; a heart drawn on the front. “
Dear Lover, I’ve gone out to grab some groceries for tonight. I made a pot of coffee downstairs when you’re ready. Love you, cutie.
“He said it…” Mariah smiled so big as she held the note close to her heart. “God, I love that man.” She laid back on her pillow, enjoying a slow morning in bed. As she contemplated getting ready for the day, her dream popped back into her head. It made a wiggle start in her belly, the feeling she got when she could barely hold back her feelings for Devin before they got together.
She pulled out her phone and pulled up her search engine. Taking a beat, she slowly typed into the search bar, “breasts growing bigger.” With a deep breath, she hit send. Unfortunately, she was immediately hit with results about puberty and breast growth during pregnancy. She clicked on the search bar again and considered her options.
Slowly, she typed, “Breasts growing bigger erotica.”
That did it!
Archives, message boards, and even legitimate books for sale appeared before her. It was a bit overwhelming exploring a fetish you just learned about, but she decided to take it slow. She clicked on the first archive and a list of stories appeared. “Breast expansion,” she whispered to herself as she read off the tags for the stories.
Midway down the list, she found a story about a woman and her boyfriend on a date when a genie grants her wish for bigger boobs. This intrigued Mariah enough to open the link and thankfully, it was spam or a virus.
This wasn’t the first dirty story she’d read, but this was new territory for her. “If you don’t like it, you can just stop reading,” she reassured herself. As the story progressed, Mariah could feel her pussy pulsing with every juicy detail. Her breasts tingled as the author described the woman’s breasts slowly filling her top, spilling out, and eventually ripping free.
Mariah mindlessly rubbed the side of her tit as she read on, growing more and more aroused. The woman in the story surpassed an H Cup and craved more, and Mariah wanted more as well. Her fingers traced the sides of her tits until she reached her soaking clit. She danced around the nub before plunging her fingers into her pussy. Mariah could hear how wet she was at this story, going faster and faster as the couple started making out.
The woman’s breasts couldn’t be contained in her clothes, and the man rushed her home to fuck her. “Yes, more!” Mariah cried out as the man bent the woman over and plunged his cock inside her. The woman begged for more, saying how each thrust was making her bigger and bigger. “Yes, pump her bigger!” Mariah couldn’t hold back, cumming on her hand and dropping her phone between her tits while her other hand gripped her tit as she screamed.
She screamed deep into her cleavage as her hips ground on her hand. She threw her head back on the pillow to catch her breath and slowly wind down after the wank sesh. “Ok… I might like Breast Expansion just a little bit.” She giggled to herself as she bookmarked the story on her phone.
Mariah eventually got up, showered off her sinful activities, and headed down for breakfast and coffee. She made sure to take her birth control again, noting the strange feeling in her gut every time she took it. She made a note in an app her doctor downloaded to her phone. She’d never had a pill that had this strong of a reaction, but if it could work against her raging hormones, Mariah would put up with it.
She sipped her coffee as she looked out on the crystal clear lake. The water was so inviting, and the thermometer on the wall inside the cabin said the temperature was perfect for a quick dip. Mariah slipped on her bikini, noting the size that fit well enough yesterday was considerably smaller today. She sighed but had expected this to happen.
Just as she was about to head down to the dock with her Bluetooth speaker and travel wine mug, a wonderful idea entered her brain. Mariah made her way over to her neighbor’s place and knocked on the door. There seemed to be some commotion coming from inside but eventually, the door cracked open and Trish poked her head around the corner.
“Oh, hey there! Good morning, sugar. What can I do for you this beautiful morning?” Mariah had to admit - she was smitten by Trish’s southern charm.
“I was just about to go swimming and thought, ‘Hey, you know who’s great? Trish!” Mariah cringed, worried she was trying too hard to make a friend.
“Well, aren’t you sweet,” Trish looked over her shoulder as if she was trying to find something. “I’d love that more than you’d know. Let me finish something up and I’ll meet you down there in two shakes. I’ll bring something fun!”
“Okay doky artichoky!” Trish closed the door and Mariah’s hand slapped her forward. Whispering to herself, “What are you? A cartoon? Oky Doky Artichoky?”
As Mariah hauled her voluptuous form down the stairs to the dock, kicking herself, Trish was frantically running around her living room. She was sporting a tube top around her modest breasts but below the belt, she was just in panties. Panties that looked to be stretched to their absolute limit around her generous hips and ass that looked like they could rival two basketballs.
“Not now! Not now!” Trish cried between gritted teeth and pursed lips. She reached for her denim shorts that fit well enough yesterday, but today, they weren’t going to cut it.
Carefully, Trish pulled them over her thick calves and generous thighs, but they stopped halfway up. With some strong jerks, she was able to pull them up just below her pussy. Trish fought to flex her thighs and hips, tucking her ass to shove it inside her favorite shorts.
With one final pull, Trish had done it. They weren’t on her body - not even close. No, she had successfully ripped the top lip of the pants in two spots. When she bent down to inspect the damage, her thighs flexed and tore the stitching of the shorts like tissue paper. The denim fell limply onto the carpet as Trish fell back on the couch, her head in her hands.
“Why? Why am I growing again?!”
TO BE CONTINUED