Model. Influencer. Icon.
That was the short bio for Isabela Alvarez, one of, if not the most influential, beauty influencers of all time. The term influencer is relatively new, but there have always been movers and shakers who change the face of fashion and beauty forever.
None of the models and artists, and businessmen who have shaped the biggest brands have ever gotten close to Isabela at her peak. When she talked, people listened. When she changed her style, so did a million women within 48 hours. New eye shadow? Instantly sold out across the nation. Guest appearance on a talk show? Mobs of thousands were trying to get tickets.
There’s fame, there’s power, and then there’s Isabela, and she was well aware of just how much power she had. If a brand wanted attention and real numbers, they would shell out big to get even a two-second mention on one of her lives. Hell, even brands in the background of some of her videos see a peek in sales.
This allowed Isabela to be paid handsomely for the smallest integrations and large sums of money for the bigger activations. By large sums, we’re looking at dollar amounts that the highest box office earning movies would dream of getting on opening weekend.
Isabela was blessed with the ideal model figure - slim waist, perky tits, feminine hips, and legs for days. Her skin had an olive glow that illuminated every room she entered. Standing at 5’8”, she towered over other models, and her high cheekbones and toned muscles attracted every makeup brand and lingerie company.
She had just finished a perfume commercial directed by the biggest auteur director and was on her way to her first vacation in years.
Sure, she was regularly flying to the most beautiful locations on earth, but that was all work. She would be either locked into an all-day photoshoot in the ocean or a skiing interview for a new ath-leisure brand. Isabela didn’t hate a moment of it, but even her biggest fans noted her energy dipping.
Isabela wouldn’t allow that to continue. Too much money was riding on these deals, and with her upcoming remodeling ventures on her villa on the California coast, she needed to rest up and heal as fast as possible.
On her way to the airport, she called her assistant Helen to scour every promotion email and find every credible wellness product that she could take to keep her health at 100%. Some were legit, others that aired more on the side of snake oil, but a few really spoke to Helen.
She ordered a few wheat grass mixes, two iron supplements, a butt-load of other holistic knick-knacks, and something called a “Feminine Enhancer.” Helen knew Isabela would hate the name, and emailed the brand to send over other options for product names. Isabela had the power to make a brand rethink its entire strategy, and from what Helen has learned so far, she knew what Isabela would like and what she’d hate.
As Isabela boarded her personal jet, Helen assured her that the products would be arriving at her private suite before Isabela did. Helen also made sure to tailor all the food orders to boost her immunity and scheduled regular yoga sessions, meditations, and massages.
Isabela sat back in her leather couch on her jet, feeling it ascend to the heavens. She focused on centering herself, focusing on all the good things in her life, but all she could think about were these deals falling through.
What most people don’t know, by design, is that Isabela didn’t come from an upper-class background. Her curated story told the tale of a long-lost heiress to a foreign, forgotten nation from South America. Sound silly? She thought so, too, but when the marketing executives ran with it without her consent, she was trapped.
People at it up, and almost worshipped her for even gracing them with her presence.
Really, she came from a small, poor, mountain town in West Virginia. Her parents were immigrants, and she just happened to visit the right mall on the right day to be seen by a modeling agent and BAM! The rest was history. Still, she had the same anxieties from when she was a kid. Her parents never knew where their next meal was coming from, or if there would be enough money to pay for heating or power.
Thankfully, Isabela could take care of her family and pulled them from poverty with her first paycheck. The look in their eyes when she bought them a new car and a new house - it filled her soul all the way up, but left her with the burden to never slip up.
She popped in her wireless headphones, opened her meditation app, sipped her matcha oat latte, and centered herself. She didn’t need her anxieties going out of control on her one and only vacation. Thankfully, the resort she was going to was off the map, literally.
An oasis in the middle of the Pacific Ocean was built from billionaires dumping enough sand in the ocean until an island was formed. After plumbing, electricity, crops, desalination plants - boom, a hidden island just for the ultra-rich. The owners decided to turn it into a resort for only a select few wealthy individuals to rejuvenate, relax, and fully disconnect.
Part of this wealth did make Isabela’s skin crawl, especially when she needed to spend multiple hours in meetings with greasy, touchy older men. Thankfully, Helen made sure it would just be Isabela and her boyfriend this weekend. Unfortunately, Ian wouldn’t be able to arrive for a few days, but Isabela could manage.
Food, accommodations, and entertainment - all catered to her. Whatever desire she had, they could accommodate. For now, they were planning for a fashionista with an extreme diet and workout routine, but little did they know what was in store.
With four hours to go on her flight, Isabela closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep as the calming, meditative voice whispered in her headphones.
~~~
Isabela opened the door to her suite and gasped in shock. She’d seen many incredible sights since she’d made a name for herself, but this was new. Her room literally dipped into the ocean - the sand from the beach ran right up to her floor, fading into the tile of her bedroom. The hostess assured her that due to bioengineering, coral restructuring, and weather manipulation, Isabela wouldn’t need to worry about tides, bugs, or unseasonable weather. Just sunshine, clean air, and clear water.
Her bags were placed in her closet, and she sat on her Alaskan King-sized bed while the waves slowly rolled on the perfect sand on the other end of her room. It almost felt like the dream world had blended with reality. Isabela thanked the staf,f and with a click of the door lock, she was alone.
Instantly, her phone connected to the surround-sound speaker and played her workout playlist. She needed to shake off the jitters from the flight and was about to change into a bikini when she realized she was alone. Really, truly alone. She stripped naked, ready to take a dip in the pristine ocean, before she noticed the display of fruit, juice, and the wellness supplements she had Helen order.
“That woman deserves a raise,” she whispered to herself. With a bottle of only the most refined filtered water, Isabela began downing supplements. B12, Vitamin D, Wheat Grass, Lion’s Mane, Alkaline Water, Activated Charcoal - every possible wellness ingredient or pseudoscience snakeoil was in these tinctures, pills, and shots.
Thankfully, nothing reacted too poorly with Isabela’s stomach - she prided herself on being more adventurous when she and her friends would go out to eat. Last but not least, she had a golden, shimmering liquid in what looked like a bottle meant for “potions” that you’d buy from a craft or Renaissance fair. It even had an adorable cork in the top that looked well-worn or even recycled.
With a curious look, she inspected the bottle while calling her assistant.
“Everything ok, boss?” Helen sounded worried, but Isabela had to repeatedly remind her that she would never fire her. Helen could even hit her with a car, and Isabela would still want Helen on her team.
“Yes, hon, it’s fine. What’s with this … elixir you ordered?”
“Oh, that’s the quote ‘Feminine Enhancer’ from one of your more persistent clients. They’re a newer brand, but they boast omega-3s, collagen, chaga-”
“But… this looks homemade. Are they FDA approved?” Isabela shook the bottle, watching gold flecks swirl and dazzle in the sunlight.
“No, but to be honest, most of these brands don’t even care about FDA approval. I can say they’re certified organic, gluten-free, Kosher, and everything else we usually look for. I will say that the company looks to be only a handful of people, and they mainly cater to the ‘crunchier’ wellness crowd.”
“Crunchier?”
“Barefoot, nudist, vegan, cruelty-free, no-plastic bags, only public transit, make your own butter, sew your own clothes - the more extreme wellness crowd,” Helen explained. “They say their ‘Enhancer’ is good for skin, nail, and hair health, as well as regenerating and reinvigorating hormone receptors? Not sure what that all entails, but the customer reviews seem very pleased. A lot of happy women say their husbands are very happy with the results.”
“The results?” Isabela grew more skeptical. “Is this one of those gas station pill companies? Promising a longer, stronger boner for lonely truck drivers? Cause if so, I think I might pass.”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Helen assured her. “It’s your call, boss. From the research I can do from my phone, everything looks like it’s on the up and up.”
“Hmmm,” Isabela sat on her bed, looking over the shot one more time. “Fuck it, I’m on vacation. Thanks, Helen. Good work, as always.”
“Of course, ma’am. Let me know if you want me to send anything else your way. Enjoy your trip, and rest!”
Isabela hung up the phone, popped off the cork, and knocked back the gold shot. It had an oily consistency, coating her mouth and throat. It almost felt like popping candy, sizzling on her tongue and tasting like sugar cookies.
“Ugh, too sweet.” Isabela swished her mouth with water and swallowed the last of her bottled water. Her stomach bubbled a bit from the concoction of ingredients in her gut, but overall, she felt refreshed. She quickly stripped out of her clothes and took a moment to eye herself in the mirror.
Most people would say she was perfect - ‘the Ideal Woman’ as some gross magazines have described her online - but Isabela could only see flaws. She had curves, well, more like bumps on a relatively flat figure. Her breasts were perky, her ass was tight - but, secretly, she always yearned for more. She knew it was only a fantasy - the second she would gain even a pound, sponsors would drop like flies. She wasn’t a ‘curvy’ model, as many influential managers have pointed out. Part of her wished she’d just give it all up, move to the suburbs, get pregnant, and become a stay-at-home mom. She had enough in savings, and Isabela loved the idea of just letting herself go.
She sighed, pouring herself a glass of white wine, and made her way to her own private beach. The sand between her toes sent just the right signals to her brain to make her shoulders relax, more than they had in years, and she smiled. The sun warmed her naked body as she submerged herself in the ocean, waves lapping against her softly. It was like a giant bath, warm and inviting, but with colorful reefs and safe fish swimming around her.
Isabela dunked her head under the water and could just barely make out a small school of fish swimming by her. She felt as if she were in the Little Mermaid, and bubbles escaped her mouth as she laughed. To seal the deal, she launched herself from the water, whipping her hair back, causing the water to trail off like a firework. Each droplet gleams in the sun. Isabela felt the months of stress melting away as she started her exercises, and barely noted the tingle in her belly as the ‘Enhancer’ went to work.
~~~
After a long, candle-lit bath with Lofi-beats and her newest novel, Isabela started putting herself together for her meal. The attendants had left her a digital message on her TV of a time frame dinner would be available, but she also knew she could order whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. That said, she didn’t want to be rude.
As she put on her favorite red dress - showing off her clavicles and breast bone, splitting her cleavage to reveal her chest all the way down to her belly button, all with sequins, causing the evening sunlight to ping around the room - she noticed something. The zipper in the back, one far more durable than some off-the-rack number, was having trouble closing. Isabela checked it, making sure it wasn’t caught on the dress, but nothing. With some sucking in - something she’d never had to do - she was able to get the dress on. It looked fantastic, as always, but something did catch her eye.
Was she ovulating? She didn’t think so, not based on her calendar. Then what else would explain her breasts looking almost a full cup size bigger?
“Maybe it was from the altitude of the flight?” Isabela was far too hungry to think straight. She wasn’t about to flash the employees at this private resort, so she finished up her makeup and made her way to the dining hall. Isabela was surprised by the extra bounce in her chest as she walked, constantly checking to make sure she didn’t accidentally have a nip slip. She was good, and deep down, she was loving this feeling.
Two men waited by two double doors, opening them with a smile as Isabela approached. Before her was a massive dining hall, one meant for a large party or wedding, with a wrap-around window showing the beautiful sunset as the evening grew darker. The crimson reds and ombré autumn colors mixed exquisitely in the sky as she took her seat at her private table in the middle of the room. The lighting dimmed to a moodier setting as the staff brought out her dinner.
Helen had already selected all of Isabela's meals for her, and Isabela was pleased. She thanked the staff, but was also happy not to have to speak to them too much. She had planned on a vocal rest, at least until her boyfriend arrived. Before her sat an ornately designed Greek salad with grilled chicken, with all her favorite mix-ins, along with a glass of red wine. She always did enjoy switching to a darker wine in the evening.
While she did have plans for more indulgent meals later on her trip, this meal was perfect. The food, the wine, the ambiance, all backed by a jazz piano track that sounded like it had been written for her.
She thanked the staff for their hard work and made her way back to her room. While she was gone, one of the staff had dropped off a slice of tiramisu, Isabela’s favorite dessert. The slice was accompanied by two chocolate strawberries that looked divine, but she had to do one thing before she could enjoy herself.
With a quick pull, the zipper was down, and she was free from the confines of what seemed to be a shrunken dress. “Did Helen put this through a washer?” Isabela was annoyed, but she let it go. The dessert even distracted her enough for her not to notice her breasts had deep indentations from the dress, almost as if they were far too small for that outfit.
After getting ready for bed, Isabela tucked herself in and clicked on the TV. The gentle sound of the waves crashing on the other side of the room was lulling her to sleep, coupled with her jet lag and red wine intake. She watched her favorite sitcom, giggling to herself as her eyes grew heavier. With each beat of her heart, her modest C-cups grew more swollen and heavy. If only she were more conscious, she would have noticed and felt just how incredible it was to grow. She was off to sleep only minutes later, the moonlight bathing her face as the TV shut itself off.
Oh well, that’ll be a treat for tomorrow.
~~~
Isabela wasn’t sure if she’d really ever had a sexy dream, at least not in her adult life. Tonight, that had changed. She was in some nondescript warehouse, standing on a backdrop in her signature red lingerie. She could see a photographer, but their figure was blocked out by the lighting.
POP
The photographer snapped a photo. A golden, shimmering light flooded her vision. Where had she seen that glitter before?
“That’s great, babe. Now, give me a bit more,” the voice of the photographer instructed. It was muffled, almost indecipherable.
Isabela wasn’t so sure what to do, so she did some of her signature poses. Blowing a kiss, tossing her hair, leaning forward to tease her cleavage. The photographer shouted, “Yeah, babe! Like that! Just need more!”
“More?” She thought. She wasn’t sure how, but she made her sexy eyes and blew kisses, but the photographer demanded more.
“Give me more!”
Isabela felt a surge in her chest. She looked down to see that her breasts had doubled in size. No more modest bust, it was no longer bordering on an E-cup. It felt so real, all that weight on her chest, feeling it pull on her back. But it felt… good.
“There we go, love. Now, just give me more!”
Isabela gasped as her breasts surged again. Surpassing J-cups in the blink of an eye, with her lingerie magically still fitting her size, but only barely.
“What the…” she said between heavy pants. She felt her pussy tingle as her growth increased the sensitivity in her breasts. She couldn’t help but bring her hands up and feel them. They were so warm, so soft, yet firm. Her touch was like a bomb went off inside her, making her cum.
“Yes! That’s it, babe, just a bit more!” The photographer’s voice was more demanding and even more muffled. It almost sounded like the person was… changing.
On their command, her tits were M-cups in a powerful surge of growth. It was like she was trying to hold onto overfilled water balloons in her hands. Her hands sank into them from beneath as they grew to a size that put basketballs to shame. She came again, and again, and again. “Yes! More! Fuck, I’m fucking huge!” She cried out while the photographer's shutter never stopped clicking. She was bathed in the golden, heavenly light as her growth surged, and surged, and surged.
Finally, for undeterminable reasons, her top snapped, and her tits hit the floor. They were bigger than wheelbarrows, and they just kept growing. “Yes! Keep going! More! Give me more!” Was she talking? Was it the photographer?
Isabela, through her orgasmic haze, looked up to the photographer one more time and finally caught a glimpse of his face. Well, to be more correct, her face. It was her - Isabela. She had a hunger in her eyes as she kept snapping the photos, making Isabela’s own tits grow big enough to reach the light stands, knocking them over.
“More! More! More!”
As she felt her tits hit the walls of this imaginary warehouse, she woke herself up. She awoke with a scream of pleasure as she came harder than she had in… well, she couldn’t remember the last time she had orgasmed this hard.
She only had moments to enjoy this before feeling the weight on her chest. Well, two weights.
It seems her subconscious was inspired by the changes going on to Isabela’s body while she slept. It seems that she’s grown from a small B-cup to a J-cup overnight. Her tits were still perky, but heavy; she could feel them tugging on her chest.
She screamed, now in fear, as she scrambled off the bed and over to the mirror. Isabela was in shock. This couldn’t be right! She gripped her tits, almost afraid of them, and instead of cumming like she did in her dream, she just investigated. They didn’t hurt. Not even any stretch marks or irritation from her massive growth spurt overnight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” she walked back and forth, back and forth. “What the fuck am I going to do?” She asked herself, thinking of her ad-deal dreams being crushed. She was the thin, fit model - not the porn star with the mega tits!
She searched for her phone, trying not to fall over with the new weight on her chest. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt her back. “How the hell does this happen?” She almost had tears in her eyes, catastrophizing her career death before Helen picked up.
Before her assistant could speak, Isabela exploded. “What the hell did you give me?!?”
“What? Boss, what happened? Are you ok?” Helen was frantic.
“I…” Isabela couldn’t say it. She could vocalize what had happened to her in the night, as if that would solidify her reality if she acknowledged it.
“Helen, what the hell were in those supplements?! You told me they were FDA-approved! They’re supposed to be safe!”
“Ma’am, I told you very specifically that they weren’t FDA approved, but that shouldn’t be a problem.” In all the time Helen had worked for Isabela, she had never messed up. She was having trouble handling this intense reaction from her boss. “They’re all certified, and I was able to confirm it. What happened? Did you have an allergic reaction? Is it a … stomach issue?”
“No! I… my body… oh god,” the tears started flowing. “Helen, I need you to look into all the credentials for every-single-supplement you sent me yesterday. Get the formulas on their drugs, the background checks on their CEOs and lab techs, and their lunch orders. I don’t care! I wanna know who did this to me!” Isabela hated being this angry, especially toward Helen, but she was terrified. Terrified that her life was slipping away from her by the second.
“Ok, boss. I’m on it. Can I get you anything? I can have your doctors and specialists there in three hours, no problem.”
“No!” Isabela cut Helen off. “No one… needs to know about… what’s going on.” It was so hard to be cagey when her huge new tits bobbled around with each of her movements. “I will… deal with this for now. You get me answers. I’m sorry for yelling, Helen, but I need anything you can find, and I need it now.” Isabela hung up on Helen before crying into her pillow.
Her tears subsided, and she caught her breath. The sun warmed her skin as it peaked over the horizon, reflecting off the water. She sniffled, wiping her face, and sitting herself up on the bed. She felt her new boobs rest on her stomach, a brand new sensation.
Worry flooded her gut, but she’d dealt with anxiety before. Isabela shut her eyes, caught her breath, and focused on her breathing. She meditated, listening to the gentle waves, feeling her rest rise and fall. She could feel her new boobs lift and sink, and forced herself to think neutral thoughts.
“It will be ok,” she told herself. “It’s a bad reaction. We’ll just find out what did it, counter it, and it will stop.” She felt the tension leaving her spine and shoulders. “If need be, you know a great plastic surgeon who can make everything right. A few scars can be painted out in post.” She kept telling herself what she needed to hear, and her spirits lifted.
After at least twenty minutes, a knock at her door signaled breakfast had been delivered. Isabela wrapped a throw blanket around her chest and cracked the door open. She politely shooed away the staff, and once the hall was empty, she slid the dining cart into her room.
She poured herself some iced coffee and dug into the egg white omelet overflowing with cheese and veggies. A full stomach definitely helped settle her emotions, and the cold brew was the perfect pick-me-up. A warmth grew in her stomach, with Isabela thinking it was just the warm eggs she’d just eaten with the sun warming her skin, but then she felt it.
It wasn’t like her dream, but there were similarities. Like pins and needles, but without any pain. It was like a fizz was bubbling inside her body, moving up to her engorged breasts. Not a fizz… a shimmer. Isabela looked over at the empty vial on the nightstand, the questionable ‘Enhancer’ from her possible sponsor.
Before she could reach for it, her breasts grew. Not as fast as her dream, but she just watched a cup size be added to her body in a few seconds. It was like a faucet turned on and added more water to two balloons. Her breath was caught, overwhelmed by the sensation and the thought that her problems were only getting worse.
Worse… but something inside her enjoyed it. Her subconscious may have been onto something. Isabela made eye contact with herself in the mirror as she watched her mouth hang open, as she tried to catch her breath, as her tits grew bigger. Heavier. Thicker.
They grew perfectly. Her nipples were proportionate, the teardrop shape of each breast was intact, and the sensation…
She felt her tight pussy clench as her fingers dug into her now L-cups. “Yes,” she whispered, imagining the photographer from her dreams. No, not the photographer… it was her. “No,” she shouted, stopping herself.
She felt embarrassed as her juices dripped down her thigh. She stood up and grabbed the empty bottle, and called Helen back.
“I’m sorry, boss. I’m getting all the information you asked for, it’ll just take some-”
Isabela cut her assistant off, “The ‘Enhancer.’ The one I called about yesterday. Tell me everything you can find on that company.”
“Of course, boss.” As Isabela listened to Helen type, she felt her surge growing. She looked at herself in the mirror as her tits reached comically large proportions. Basketballs? Volleyballs? Pumpkins?! She felt like she couldn’t breathe - not from the strain of her new additions, but from the overwhelming sensation of… pleasure.
“No!” She screamed at herself in her mind. “Get a hold of yourself!” If only, Isabela. Unfortunately for her, she doubled over onto the mirror and watched herself as she came, hard. Cum dripped down between her legs as her mouth hung open. Drool even dripped from her mouth, and to her own surprise, Isabela smiled at herself. The smile faded when she looked down at her flesh bags hanging from her chest. She was enjoying this, at least a part of it, but she couldn’t admit that.
“Boss?”
A distant voice called to her from her phone on the nearby table. It had been on speakerphone this entire time. Isabel blushed a deeper rouge than the color of most tomatoes. She muted her end of the line, cursed herself out while being careful not to lose her balance, and collected herself.
“Yes, Helen. What did you find?” No acknowledgement, just powering through. She’d had enough faux pas on the runways of her past, even though this fell in an entirely new, even worse category of shame.
“I… I don’t know what to say, boss…”
“What do you mean, Helen?”
Isabela could hear her assistant stumbling and stuttering on the other line. “It’s gone.”
“What’s gone?” Isabela froze, even though her monster mammaries still jiggled and shook.
“The… everything. The website, the email they sent with the info, and even more order confirmation I had in my email and on my desktop! It’s like I’ve been hacked. I don’t know what happened, the company literally vanished!”
Isabela’s head was spinning. “Helen. Slow down. What are you saying?” She sat down on her bed, watching her own breasts bloom in front of her. Centimeter by centimeter, her tits were turning into… udders? They were nearly touching her thighs as she sat, and the sensitivity… was becoming unbearable. “And please talk faster.”
“I’m going to call every ad agency I know. These guys had FDA approval. There has to be a trace of them somewhere. I don’t know what to say, boss. I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”
Isabela just hung up without saying goodbye. It wasn’t her style, but she was overstimulated. The pressure in her chest would slow, then speed back up again. She felt faint; she needed to rest. Her thoughts… just kept circling back… to how good it felt. She barely clocked the new rush of pressure to her chest before falling asleep.
~~~
Dream Isabela was back, but her vision was blurred. Her hearing was muffled. She was standing, naked, in an open field. At least, that’s what it looked like. Her breasts were enormous, just like her new reality. Her hands traced their way up to her nipples, which were just barely within her reach.
Her fingernails flicked them, causing a tremor deep inside her chest. She cooed, loving the feeling. She flicked, caressed, and teased. It was hard to stay upright from the sensation.
She shut her eyes tight as the warm sensation became overwhelming. Isabela was going to cum, but this was different. Her pussy contracted, but so did… her breasts. No… her ass too. And…. something else… deep inside.
It was too late to stop; she yearned for more. She stroked her nipples like cocks, faster and faster. Her perfect lips hung open as her pussy swelled, gushing cum down her legs onto whatever blurry surface was beneath her.
“Wait a minute,” she thought. “Was that… dirt?” She flexed her toes, gripping the surface of her dream world. It was dirt, or at least, now it was. It didn’t matter for long, as her orgasm came rushing through her entire body.
She screamed, thrashing wildly while she tried to stay standing. It was too much. Her breasts swelled, and with an intense rush, her pussy squirted all down her legs. It was heaven.
But wait, that wasn’t all. Her… nipples… they felt the same as her pussy. Isabela finally opened her eyes to see her dream come into focus, finally.
It was a farm. She stood naked over an industrial milk silo, next to a picturesque farmhouse and quintessential red barn. What was most unbelievable was that she was towering over them, nearly 20 feet tall by her estimates. Her breasts were clearly bigger than mini vans at this point. Isabela’s hands, still on her nipples, discovered the cause of her orgasmic release - milk.
She was lactating. Not just lactating - she was gushing. She was filling this silo with enough milk to fill a waterpark. Each gush of milk - creamy, delicious-looking milk - was like the smallest orgasm that never faded. She stepped back, feeling her power.
Her hands found her additional growth - her ass. Well, her hips, really. Her hips had expanded and her ass along with it, giving her the most insane ass someone could imagine. The horniest of men would never imagine such an exaggerated figure, she thought.
While she should be frightened, or at least she thought she should be, she just smiled. She flexed her thick thighs and butt, feeling their power. She stood tall, looking off into the imaginary sunset, and massaged her milk cannons while her never-ending supply filled the silo.
She felt like a goddess, and she wanted more.
~~~
When Isabela awoke, another day had gone by. She could feel it; she had been asleep for too long. That said, she had never felt so relaxed in her life. Before her lay her breasts, each nearly the size of yoga balls. Her palm rubbed them, feeling that incredible sensation from the day before but now tenfold.
There wasn’t an ounce of thought about her future career aspirations; she was too focused on the moment.
Slowly, she lifted herself to a seated position and looked at herself in the mirror. Intense bedhead, but she didn’t care. With ease, she pulled herself to a standing position. It seems whatever this ‘Enhancer’ had done, it had at least the courtesy to build Isabela’s to support her new figure. And just like her dream the night before, she’d awoke to new changes.
Her ass was huge. She always liked the littlest bump her original ass had, but now she was sporting an 80-inch ass, and it couldn’t help but clap with each movement. She giggled, jumping a bit to hear to clapping louder and louder, along with her tits.
She smiled even brighter when she noticed her next change - her eyeline was different. She could see more of he room. Isabela walked closer to the mirror, only to stop short when the cold mirror surface touched her erect nipples. She wasn’t used to having so much real estate up front.
Still curious, she grabbed her dress from two nights prior. Isabela held it up next to her figure, laughing at the fact that the dress wouldn’t even cover one tit by itself, but it also confirmed her other suspicion. She’d grown taller.
Over 6 feet, possibly over 6’6”, but it was hard to say. “So,” Isabela said to herself. “If those were true, what about…” She trailed off as her hands just barely reached her nipples. Carefully, as her sensitivity was now intense enough to make her feel faint at the slightest touch, she began stroking her nipples.
“Fuck! Yes!” She screamed out. She didn’t care. This was her resort, and she was going to enjoy herself. Fuck staying skinny. Fuck smaller busts. She loved this and wanted more. No, she needed more.
The more she stroked, the closer she came to cumming, but it wasn’t the same sensation as her dream. She came, cumming loud enough that the staff must have heard, but no milk.
“Why… didn’t I…” She panted, catching her breath when she heard the door squeak.
“Hey, love, how’s your vacation going-” Ian was here. Her boyfriend had made it, and he stood frozen, looking at the bloated, curvy, fertility goddess towering over him and dripping in her own cum.
Her eyes looked at him, hungerly. “Hey, babe. I think I had a bit of a growth spurt.”
Ian didn’t say anything as Isabela stomped toward him, shutting the door behind him. She pulled him to the bed and tossed him onto it. “I know this is a lot to take in, but babe… I need your help.”
“We can call a doctor, love. This is… this shouldn’t be…” Isabela put a finger to his lips.
“No, no, honey. I’m learning to love the new me, and you will too.” She said as she leaned forward, slipping her lover between her tits and squeezing them tight. “I think I was always meant to be this big, don’t you?”
“I…I don’t…” Ian stuttered, but Isabela just shushed him again.
“It’s ok, babe. I need you to do a few things for me. First, call Helen. Tell her I’m fine. I’m sure she’s been trying to get a hold of me since yesterday. And… invite her here. Hell, tell her to bring the girls too. I think other people should enjoy the new me, don’t you?” She began lifting her tits up and down, rubbing his entire body. She could feel him reaching for his phone and texting as fast as he could.
“Good boy. Next, and this is very important. I need to make sure you don’t miss a word.” Ian frantically shot off the text to Helen with over twenty exclamation points before tossing his phone across the room.
“What is it, love? Anything?” He was a toy for Isabela now.
“Anything? Good.” She pushed him back and stepped away from the bed. “I need you to watch… and do exactly as I say.”
He nodded as her next growth spurt started. Pins and needles, just like yesterday, but now through her entire body. Her breasts, ass, and body began swelling in pulses, almost like her heartbeat. “Yes! Fuck! This is even better than my dream!”
She walked over to Ian as she continued to swell, inch by inch. “Take off your clothes.”
She didn’t even have a chance to blink before he was naked.
“Good boy. Now, I’m going to fuck you, you’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to breed me.” She could barely believe the words coming out of her mouth, but she meant them. If she was going to lactate, this was the fastest way.
Ian only nodded as she climbed on top of him. The heat from her thighs and tits warmed him quickly. He reached for her nipples, and she encouraged him. “Good boy. Play with them. They’re getting bigger, and they need all the attention you can give them.”
As he teased them, her now larger hand guided his perfect cock to her dripping pussy. Inch by inch, he slipped deeper and deeper inside her. Her breath hitched as he bottomed out, filling her completely. “Fuck, I missed you, babe.”
Ian couldn’t speak from feeling the crushing weight of her tits on top of her. Each tit was growing to be bigger than him very soon, and Isabela loved it. Slowly, she rode his cock and came crashing back down, burying him in the mattress.
“Yes! I’m growing bigger! Keep it going! Play with them! Suck my fucking udders!” Ian did as he was told, even though Isabela couldn’t believe she referred to herself like a cow.
“Fuck it,” she thought. She picked up the pace, riding him harder and harder. Her breasts pressed harder and harder onto Ian as they grew, each weighing more than him now.
“I’m cumming! Fuck yes! Baby, cum for me. I need it. Fill me. I’m… going to … cum!” She screamed as her hands indented the drywall above the headboard. Her pussy clamped down hard, milking her man for every drop. He wasn’t far behind, as she could feel him flexing and thrashing beneath her breasts. Maybe he just wanted air, but she didn’t care.
“Cum for me!” She screamed, and on command, she felt him unload the largest load she’d ever received. It filled her womb, and that warmth - the one she was hoping for - filled her tits. Her ongoing orgasm grew and grew and grew before erupting from her tits.
They swelled, gaining another ten inches around, before milk exploded from her nipples. She thankfully leaned up, pulling her tits off Ian so as not to drown him. He caught his breath and watched as milk rained down from his girlfriend as if a firehose had been turned on.
She came for another five minutes before her milk subsided, and she collapsed next to him. She could feel him cradling her breast, his body now definitely smaller than each of them. “Thank you, honey. I know this has been… a lot.” She rubbed his back as he collapsed, passing out. She wasn’t far behind, drifting off to sleep, ready for her next round of guests.
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Helen, Jasmine, and Denise all rushed off the private jet, being escorted to Isabela and Ian’s room. The couple had just finished breakfast, and the staff informed the women that they were taking a dip in the private lagoon. Helen had been a nervous wreck, finding absolutely nothing about the company that sent the ‘Enhancer.’ She felt like her job - no, her life - was over.
Jasmine and Denise were none the wiser. They were just thrilled to be at such an exclusive resort, but were concerned by how tense Helen was. They followed close behind as Helen rushed to the double doors of Helen’s penthouse and threw the doors open. All three women stood, stunned, slack-jawed, as a 7-foot-tall giantess with tits bigger than most king-sized beds emerged from the ocean. Ian was floating beside her, smiling with a big goofy grin.
“Hey, girls, come in. The water’s perfect.” Isabela lay back, sinking below the waterline.
The women walked closer, stunned. They eventually started shouting questions, but Isabela only shushed them. She focused on Helen first.
“Helen, my lovely, loyal assistant - I’m sorry for yelling at you. I am… very pleased with your little find.”
“Boss, is this what the ‘Enhancer’ did to you?”
“Probably, or maybe it was a mix of everything. Hell, it may have always been inside me that I could always be this big, and I just needed a kickstart. I just want you to know that I’m not mad, I’m grateful.”
“But boss, what about the-”
“Sponsors? Don’t worry about that. Ian and I have been brainstorming, and I think we have a great body positivity angle to pitch them. If they don’t want us, then fuck 'em.” Isabela was exuding confidence. “I know that I love the new me, and others do.” Isabela looked at Ian, who still just smiled up at her.
“Ok… so… why did you want us here?” Helen looked at Isabela’s two friends.
“Well, in case it takes a moment to secure new ad deals, I found a new product to promote.” Isabela pointed to a pitcher and three glasses. In the pitcher was a milky substance. “Pour some and have a taste. It’s so creamy, right, babe?”
Ian just nodded. He was on cloud nine, and Isabela loved the effect her body had on him.
Her friends did as she asked, possibly out of fear because of how big she was now. They drank it, and moaned.
“Holy shit,” Jasmine whispered.
“What is this?” Denise poured herself another glass and chugged it down. So did Helen and Jasmine.
“Mmmm, glad you like it,” Isabela squeezed the sides of her tits, spraying milk on her breasts. “Oops.”
Her friends gasped, shocked by what they just drank, before they felt something warming their bellies. Each woman’s hands flew to their chests, as inch by inch, their own breasts began to grow.
“I knew it,” Isabela exclaimed.
“You… can make us grow too?” Helen moaned, kneeling as she was close to cumming.
“Well, I had a hunch. It came to me in a dream. So, do you think it would sell?”
The three orgasms from the three women were the perfect answer. Isabella grabbed her husband and pulled him in for a kiss, sliding him between her breasts. “What do you say, love. Wanna make me a little bigger?”
THE END