It felt like the previous make out session was a mere child’s play compared to what happened now. Lina openly French-kissed Clark, swirling her tongue skillfully against his own and sending the strongest chills throughout his body. Clark could only do his best to match the ferocious energy of his Latin lover, kissing her back longingly and groping her slender waist and back. Fuck, she was super toned. She had these tiny, slender but strong, feminine muscles covering her torso. It felt a bit off, like he wasn’t gripping her actual back, but a thick fabric instead underneath.
Lina didn’t stop there. After a minute she left Clark’s mouth and wandered towards his neck, planting hot kisses and even little licks (!) onto every inch of his neck. It was like she discovered new erogenous spots for Clark that he wasn’t aware of.
“Oh my goddddddddddddddddd!!!!!” He groaned out loud in arousal and his eyes fluttered upwards. Lina hummed victoriously through her kisses and licks, relishing the fact that Clark was clearly enjoying her ministrations and that she was making him hotter. Clark’s hard dick was throbbing like crazy and kept spewing precum all the while.
He let go of Lina’s neck and circled his right arm over the underside of her right boob. He actually tried reaching her waist from the other side. However, that massive, over-inflated beachball was like a wall of flesh blocking the way. Therefore, despite how long Clark’s arms were, his fingers still just barely grazed the other side of Lina's slender waist. And this wasn’t even the widest part of its circumference!
“Ay sí, mi amor! Hug me like that. Squeeze my body into you. I love feeling your strong muscles handling me”, Lina purred with an aching need as she rose from his neck higher, whispering softly right into his ear with her hot breath.
Clark shivered at the sound of her divine voice so close and instinctually hugged her inwards. Initially, Lina’s right boob was pulled as a semi-tough boulder against his entire torso. Then, with an inaudible ‘fwoomp!’ - his right arm squeezed its way under Lina’s boob, moving inwards more and more and more and more before finally reaching the front of her tight, slim waist.
Lina’s waist felt so small and Clark found a special sense of arousal squeezing it with his arms. Not painfully, of course, but tightly enough to apply a pleasant, light-bearhug pressure all around Lina’s tiny, sexy waist. His entire right arm was now buried under Lina’s right tit. ‘Jesus Christ it’s so fucking heavy!!!’ he thought, astounded. He knew it was heavy, but it was HEAVIER than he expected.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, Lina moaned passionately upon feeling Clark hugging her like that, and the tip of her tongue automatically stuck right into his left ear hole! She was beyond all reason at this point, and licked away into and around that sensitive hole with her tongue's skillful tip.
Clark almost came right then and there. Whatever chills he thought had been strong up to that point - were nothing compared to the tsunami-like shivers this tongue maneuver did to him. Never in his life has any girl done something like that to him. He hasn't even considered the ear as an option. Yet somehow - that felt almost as good as driving his cock up a tight, wet pussy. Almost better, in some regards. His cock spewed the biggest glob of precum thus far, in an amount that would rival a full man's entire load.
The shivers Clark felt made him inadvertently squeeze Lina over and over again, which got Lina hot and wet, and made her intensify her passionate licking and kissing of his ear, cheek and basically the entire side of his face. Clark groped more and more of Lina’s dangerously sexy midriff. Occasionally, his left hand rose to caress and graze her slender, sexy back up and down with his fingers, which sent shivers throughout Lina's HOT body and made her moan even louder. He desperately french kissed her whenever her mouth returned back to meet his lips, which made Lina even hotter and wetter in turn, and so on in a positive-feedback, ever-hotter loop.
For another 10-15 minutes they went at it. Clark had no idea how he made it this far without cumming, but he knew he was as close as humanly possible to his breaking point.
In parallel to Lina's rising passion - she felt herself also getting more and more frustrated. Clark was such a gentleman, and so far he didn’t go beyond hugging her, kissing her and caressing her back. She realized she had to take matters into her own hands.
Without missing a beat while kissing Clark’s lips, Lina sent each of her hands over and under her breasts, respectively. She gently encircled her long, slender fingers around each of Clark’s wrists. His eyes opened in panic, afraid that he might’ve groped her unpleasantly and thus stopped altogether. However, Lina gently guided both of his hands upwards!
What started as a lightly concave curve on either side of that sexy waist, suddenly convexed ridiculously outwards. Clark’s large hands rested firmly against Lina’s right boob now. His left hand from outside, and the right one from below. And as if to make sure there was no doubt about what she wanted - Lina latched her own fingers around Clark’s in each hand, and pushed his hands deeper into her right boob.
Clark wasn’t a religious person. But… ‘who knows… maybe there is a god?’ he thought. Only something as divine as this could feel so good. Initially, he groped Lina’s boob very gently. But when he felt Lina’s approving moans, he groped again, more urgently. Lina moaned louder, and Clark realized it was an open buffet - and fucking mauled that gigantic mega boob with his hands. At least as much as he could manage, given how inflexible it was…
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm sí, baby! Feel up my tits… they need your large, strong hands so much! Grope and feel them as much as you can, mi amor!” Lina moaned. Only when she was sure Clark got the message - did she resume holding back his face and kissing him with an ever increasing passion.
Clark squeezed and groped that boob from every angle and in every way he could. He had pretty large hands, yet he was amazed to find he could put at least 10 pairs of his hands around that single boob and still probably not cover it in its entirety! He also realized just how difficult it was to squeeze her boob and make a dent in it. This thing was tough!
Lina kept moaning like a cat in heat all the while. Her hands started travelling all over Clark’s upper body, either grazing his back with her fingernails, feeling up his strong arms and shoulders and sending shivers through Clark’s body, or reaching up to the back of his head and grazing it with her fingernails. Clark shuddered and shivered with the insane, wild sensations Lina made him feel.
However, Clark suddenly realized he’d neglected her left boob entirely. He moved his right hand to fondle and squeeze and grope that boob as well. Lina’s moans rose an octave and signaled to him she more than approved of this move.
That left breast was basically hovering in the air all the while. Instinctively, Clark wanted to alleviate Lina’s burden and help her lift it. He brought the open palm of his right hand to the underside of her left breast and lifted.
Or, at least, he tried to.
While his hand sank a couple of inches upwards into her left boob, its upper slope didn’t rise an inch!! Clark had applied the equivalent pressure necessary to lift a heavy bowling-ball, and yet, apparently, that still wasn’t enough to lift that boob. Clark knew it was going to be heavy, but he swore this boob weighed more than it should have. Like there was more mass than meets the eye. Not only that, but his widespread right hand had so much surface area of underboob that was left untouched. ‘FUCK… just how huge are her tits???’
He needed backup. Clark brought his other hand from the other side and placed it underneath Lina’s left boob as well. Together - both of his hands spread out as much as possible and covered some additional (though far from all) surface area of Lina’s left underboob. Clark prepared himself. Lina stopped kissing him for a moment and leaned back a little. She was watching him and a wide smile spread on her face. She was amused by this.
“Go on, big boy. It’s heavy, but I know you can lift it, baby. You’re so stroooooooong”, she teased him. Clark looked anxiously at Lina, then back at the task at hand(s). He prepared himself, then lifted with all his might.
“Hnnnnnnnnggggggg… Jjjjjjjesus… Fffffffucking… Cccccchrist… gggggggod… fffffffffffffffuck!!!” Clark spat through the monumental effort he put into lifting this Atlas stone.
Slowly, Lina’s left boob rose up. Clark felt an ever increasing amount of weight added to his total load with each additional inch up of rising tit, as he took more and more weight off of Lina’s shoulders. Finally, Lina’s left breast rose up high enough to be held entirely by Clark in the air.
Clark’s face was red with effort. He took shallow, strong breaths and tried to maintain his hold. He was stunned! His hands were shaking with effort. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, but was pretty strong. He knew that much. Yet - a single tit of this Latina-goddess brought his muscles close to their limits. How the hell did she carry two of those all day, every day??? This single tit must’ve weighed… what - 40 lbs? No, no way. That felt way too light for what he was holding. 60 maybe? Actually, 70 felt more right. At least! It just didn’t make any sense!!!
He struggled to maintain his grip on Lina’s left tit and looked up at her in disbelief. Lina smiled back widely.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… that’s such a load off my back. Thank you, baby. See? I knew you were strong enough to lift my “little” titty”, Lina smiled mischievously at Clark and winked at him, then planted a little, loving kiss on his shocked lips while he was panting, his face red with effort.
Clark’s hands were trembling. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold that boob, yet a primal part of his brain forced him to keep holding it for as long as possible. Thankfully, Lina put him out of his misery by getting up off the couch, and gradually alleviating him of her breast’s heavy load. She stood a bit sideways from him while looking down at him, biting her lower hip playfully. Clark rubbed his aching traps after having this immense load being taken off of his hands.
His eyes finally focused back on Lina, starting from her toned calves, up to her luscious thighs, over her accident-causing ass that bulged obscenely behind her, then over to her impossibly slender waist, those fucking MOUNTAINS of her boobs, all the way up to her beyond-angelic face, all framed by vast, vibrant, wild hazel hair, cascading in beautiful waves around her upper body. Every inch of this goddess screamed SEX SEX SEX. She was a literal sex goddess.
“Wow!” Clark blurted without even thinking. “Lina… h… how… how are you this… perfect?” he said, his eyes almost watering with awe. Lina blushed back at him and felt herself getting so hot and wet down there. She looked back at Clark with fevered arousal.
“Thank you, baby. You make me feel these butterflies. You’re very handsome yourself. And really cute. You’re so cute, Clark. And hot! You’re so goddamn hot. I hope you know that”, she said with fire in her eyes. Clark gulped in response and felt his dick spew another glob of precum.
“Lina?” Clark said, trembling as he looked up at her.
Lina didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she took a high step over his seated leg, then another step with her other leg, to finally stand in between Clark’s two spread out legs. She then turned back to face him. “Jyes, baby?” she finally said, standing on her heels with her legs closed and her boobs now hovering 2 inches away from Clark’s face. He looked up at her face beyond the endless canyon of her twin mountains. Each of her boobs dwarfed his own face many times over. He couldn’t help being immediately thrown back to that day at the staff lounge.
“I… I don’t understand… h… how are you so… so…”, he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.
“So what?” Lina asked, teasing him and swayed her torso left and right, causing the visible cleavage to jiggle gently from side to side. Her boobs were so close they almost smacked him in his cheeks.
“So… uh… -gulp-... um… b… big?” Clark finally managed. Lina smiled wide at him and took a little step forward until her legs met the couch. Her boobs met his face, gently grazing his nose and cheeks.
“Why are you asking? Are they… too big for you, Clark?” she asked huskily. Clark shook his head ‘no’ quickly, before realizing he inadvertently smacked her cleavage with his nose, and stopped. “Nnnnn… no… not at all. They’re the perfect size, Lina”, Clark stammered. Lina hummed pensively.
“Hmmmm… so - you’re not grossed out by their size?” she pressed on and literally pressed her boobs further into his face. There was no way for Clark to avoid direct contact with Lina’s bust now. Not that he wanted to anyway.
“Gro… Lina, I LOVE them! Are you crazy? Your boobs are perfect. All this time, it took everything in me to not stare at them nonstop. I tried being respectful to you, but… god! It was so hard. I can’t believe how massive they are. They’re… the most magnificent tits I’ve ever seen. If you’d let me - I’d never do anything but feel them up all day long”, Clark said, looking up at her beautiful face beyond the horizon while his chin was lodged into a tiny-tiny-tiny-tiny-tiny-tiny-tiny-tiny portion of her bosom.
Lina looked down at him intently for a long moment, making Clark anxious. Did he say too much? Did he offend her?
He trembled on the couch, looking up at Lina, her breasts relentlessly pushing the lower part of his face. Then, after what felt like forever - a mischievous smile suddenly spread on her face.
“Ok, then. Take a deep breath”, she said simply.
“Take a what???” Clark squeaked, before he felt Lina’s soft hands grabbing the back of his head and shoving his face into the front of her tanktop.
“Mmmmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmfffffffff!!!!!!!!” Clark’s stunned voice was muffled against Lina’s monumental bosom. His face sank up to his ears into her clothed cleavage. He couldn’t understand what was happening. It was completely surreal. For a whole month he’s been dreaming of being in this exact position, and now it actually happened. Clark instinctively sent each of his arms widely around each of Lina’s tits and squeezed the shit out of them inwards, again and again, smothering his face further.
Lina closed her eyes and hummed gleefully, an indulging smile finally spread wide on her face. For so long her body ached to just smother that wonderful, honest, good, humble, sexy man in her giant bosom. To surround him with herself and squeeze. “Mmmmmm sííííííííííííí, sí, mi amorcito…enjoy them, devour them, squeeze them as much as you want. More, baby. More…”, she purred softly and shoved Clark’s face a bit more firmly inside with one hand, while her other hand was rubbing the back of his head softly in circular motions. Lina was almost delirious with arousal, reaching a semi-hypnotic state.
This was beyond Clark’s wildest dreams. Actually, this was exactly his dream. Well, almost…
The problem was - as much as he was enjoying himself, his nose actually hurt a little bit. Lina’s breasts had just a tiny bit of softness to them, but were overall quite hard, weirdly enough. Lina was feeling the same frustration, knowing she could’ve shoved him in a lot deeper, if only... After a minute of this she released his head and Clark came up for air.
“Are you ok?” she asked with some concern, seeing Clark’s red face.
“Yeah… I’m good, why?” he asked, rubbing his aching nose.
“I just don’t want to hurt you, baby. My current situation is a bit constricted. I know my boobs can feel pretty hard…”, she said.
“Oh…”, Clark said back, not knowing what else to say. “Well, I mean… I did feel quite a bit of resistance in there but don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Lina squeezed her lips shut sideways, looking as cute as ever, before she said: “But I can make it much softer! Let me make it up to you. Just give me a moment. Well, a few moments. This might take a while, actually. But it’ll be worth it! I hope... Anyway, just… um… don’t freak out, ok?” she said, worried.
“Make it up to me? For wh…” Clark trailed off.
*
Lina stepped out of the ‘V’ between Clark’s legend and walked behind the coffee table, then looked back at Clark, blushing profusely. Clark was looking at her, hypnotized, when a second later - his jaw dropped. He just stopped breathing altogether as he witnessed the hottest sight of his life. His dick lurched again and again and again, eager to escape the prison of his pants already, but Clark’s eyes were fixated on the sight in front of him.
Lina’s hands had travelled down to the lower hems of her white tanktop, and pulled up. However, the curves of those boobs could not be understated. This wasn’t going to be a quick and easy pull-and-toss motion. No… this was a battle. Lina tugged each side of her beyond-stretched-out tanktop with all her might, grunting with effort as she tried to get all the material over the widest part of her boobs. She got some traction but not much. It was that tight. Trying again, she added a little jump to the tug, making her MASS at the front bounce as a single unit. But it was still a no go.
She put the lower hems back down and decided to try to pull her tanktop from the other end instead. Her arms lifted the straps of her tanktop higher and higher, the stretchy material covering her face and going beyond, while the lower parts struggled to rise above those XL-Beachballs. When Lina’s arms were stretched all the way up - her boobs lifted by several inches, which was just enough to allow Clark to finally see a tiny hint of her super slim and fit waist from the front. God, how he wanted to just fucking grab that tight waist with his large hands. He was pretty sure he’d be able to encircle it with both hands.
The lower slopes of Lina’s tanktop rose higher until finally her white bra started to be revealed from below. Clark felt like a teenager about to have sex for the first time. With her face covered, Lina’s fingers pulled more and more of the material upwards in small increments, while more and more of her (‘...bra? Wait… what’s that?!’) was revealed. Clark furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
With a final tug - Lina managed to eventually pull the rest of her tanktop and threw it back towards the couch, covering Clark’s face with it.
She giggled cutely. “Oops… sorry, Clark.”
Clark was too stunned to speak, being surrounded by white. Lina’s tanktop had such an alluring, feminine smell, he could’ve sniffed it for a week. Slowly, he took off the tanktop from his head and spread it out. Then spread it some more. And then even more. God… Clark was a tall guy, with a rather wide shoulder-frame. Yet, this tanktop could fit two of him inside, with quite more room to spare! And to think it was still being stretched to the absolute limit on Lina??? Looking at the tag, his eyes widened in shock to find the label ‘7XL’. Then he looked back up at Lina and dropped the tanktop to the floor as an afterthought.
Lina was biting her lower lip anxiously, waiting to see his reaction. Clark’s mouth ran dry as he tried to comprehend what he was looking at. It looked as if Lina was wearing a white, double-plated body-armor! This was certainly not just a normal bra. Clark wouldn’t be surprised if someone told him this body-armor could stop bullets! The sturdy white cloth seemed to be about an inch thick, clinging all around Lina’s torso like a second skin.
Two enormous plates of this thick ‘armor-like’ fabric were connected at the front by a long, vertical line, made of military-grade stitching. Lina looked like ‘Xena: Warrior Princess’, only she was wearing white, and was several orders of magnitude larger than Xena. And more beautiful, of course. Each plate could theoretically be used to hold food for an entire, hungry football team, with a diameter of almost two feet. Its thick straps covered Lina from shoulder to the base of her neck, and still looked like they were under a pressure so great they’d snap at any moment. Lina’s… whatever-garment-this-was - was holding on for dear life! Despite how unbelievably gigantic each plate was, Lina’s boobs pushed this grotesquely massive garment forward to the bursting point!
Clark’s hungry eyes stared dead-center into the front of Lina’s body-armor. She had about 6 inches of cleavage. Actually, it was more than “just cleavage”. Because “just cleavage” would simply imply that the upper-mid section of a girl’s resting breasts was exposed instead of covered.
With Lina, however, her breasts didn’t rest exposed. They surged upward under the monumental pressure of some structural limit, making the fabric of her body-armor look like a dam trembling at its breaking point. The deep, shadowed crease between them was the result of some sort of exhaust. A narrow outlet, like the hiss of a pressure cooker, allowed a mere fraction of her flesh to escape, while keeping the massive lion’s share of her boobs contained within. That was an H-cup’s worth of boobage, and yet - this soft, heavy expanse he was staring at was only the tiny bit of flesh that managed to escape! The sheer physical reality of it astounded Clark. He breathed in once and forgot to exhale. His cock was straining so hard in his pants it hurt!
Under her armpits - more flesh escaped, contained by another pink fabric, showing about an E-cup’s worth of boob escaping from each side. Clark stared at the mass of flesh under Lina’s right armpit. He really didn’t want to think about Marla at the moment, but he just couldn’t help the automatic comparison. If he took Marla’s bra and encircled its cups around that single mass of flesh - it would still overflow the cups a little! And yet, this little side mass of Lina’s right boob was a sub-sub-sub-sub portion of the overall size he was looking at.
And yet, there was more! At the bottom, that white garment was leveled with Lina’s upper hips, yet it didn’t touch them, for it was instead pushed forward by half a foot away from her upper thighs! A hint of that same pink fabric protruded from below the lower hems of Lina’s white body-armor.
Clark was beyond stunned. There was just no way around this. As big… as huge… as monumental… as GIGANTIC as that white garment was - it was woefully inadequate to properly contain Lina’s even BIGGER bosom. What… the actual… FUCK???
“Lina… wh… what… how… huh???” Clark barely managed. Lina’s blush intensified, but she maintained a soft, shy eye contact with her astounded man on her couch.
“Clark… this is my binder”, Lina explained with anxiousness in her voice.
“Binder??” Clark said incredulously.
“It’s… meant to… help me manage my size. Well, manage is not a good word. Reduce it would be a better word, actually”, she said.
“REDUCE IT???” Clark exclaimed. No way was this real. It was a dream. It had to be. Yet, his ever throbbing dick spewing more precum reminded him otherwise. Lina nodded softly and blushed even more, somehow.
“As you might see - my boobs are under a little bit of pressure right now. That’s why they were so tough against your face”, she said cautiously.
“A… little bit… of pressure?” Clark repeated slowly with a barely audible voice.
“Clark, are you sure you’re ok with my size? I’ll understand if it scares you or too much for you” she said nervously and her voice cracked a little. Clearly, this was a sensitive spot for her. Clark took a moment before he answered:
“Lina…”, he said slowly, treading carefully. “I’m more than just ok with your size. I can’t believe you’re real, and if this is a dream - please don’t wake me up. I can’t even begin to explain to you just how attracted I am to you. You’re so hot. I can’t get enough of your huge, sexy breasts. I can barely hold myself back right now from getting up from the couch and ravish your hot body. Lina, seriously - I’m the happiest man alive.”
Lina blushed like a ripe tomato at this point and looked down. Her eyes watered a little. She felt so exposed, and Clark’s answer made her feel so safe, ultra-feminine, ultra hot, ultra-desired. She felt herself getting hot and wet by the second. Slowly, Lina looked back up at him… differently now. Like she was a Jaguar about to jump its prey.
“Ooooooook… let me just take this binder off, then”, she said in a shy, higher-pitched voice, then mumbled quietly to herself: “prepare to get a lot happier.” Clark couldn’t hear her, and maybe it was for the best, she told herself.
Lina’s hands moved over her shoulders and behind her back, her elbows pointing at the ceiling. She never took her eyes off of Clark’s lustful ones. Clark gulped as he felt his throat going dry. His dick twitched again and again, not resting for a second, angry for being shackled down. It looked like Lina was fidgeting with something extremely tight for a little while. She struggled really hard to press something, before…
-TRRRRRK-
-voooom-
A mechanical sound of releasing material was heard, followed by Lina’s uppermost part of her bosom exploding forth in an avalanche of flesh, extending further by about 2 additional inches. It seemed as though this tug allowed some hidden flesh to be released and rise up to the surface, adding to the total mass of visible boobage.
Clark’s jaw dropped. Just her cleavage alone, which had been the equivalent of an H-cup - instantly increased to about an L-cup with that simple tug! Just like that - the equivalent of about 4 cup sizes were added to her bust. Her cleavage now stretched 8 inches instead of the previous 6.
Yet, it still bulged quite a bit above the hem of the binder, clearly still under quite a lot of pressure.
“Ugh… sorry, just a second, I didn’t finish the release…”, Lina said as she kept fidgeting behind her upper back, applying a lot of strength on whatever it was there.
“Didn’t finish the…?” Clark trailed off in a barely audible voice.
-TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK-
-voooooooooom-
“Gahhhhh… finally”, Lina sighed. Clark almost creamed his pants.
What he thought had been a large increase in size - was but a mere prequel to the storm wave exploding by an even greater amount than before. Lina’s cleavage pushed forward by another 4 inches. A total of 12 inches of cleavage protruded from Lina’s sternum, finally looking somewhat relaxed after having been relieved of the pressure previously containing it. The pink-material-encased breast-flesh now visible around the edges of the binder’s upper hem. As a result of that release - more breast-flesh also escaped from under her armpits now, as if it had just been waiting for the opportunity to breathe some fresh air.
“Oh my god…”, Clark muttered as he stared, hypnotized at all that flesh.
“Clark, are you ok?” Lina checked in on him. Clark looked up at her smiling face with big puppy eyes. He nodded slowly.
“Alright… well just… hold tight… that was just the first ratchet belt clasp”, she said as an afterthought.
“The first what?!” Clark shrieked.
But Lina already proceeded, bringing her hands down this time, going from below and back up behind her back. Her bust pushed even more in Clark’s direction this way, as if trying to poke his eyes. He looked at her in a mix of horror and sizzling arousal.
Lina reached high to her upper-mid back. Again, she struggled hard to push her hands against this… clasp? Ratchet? Whatever it was - it seemed to require all her strength to be released.
“Just… gotta… arrrrrrrrg…” Lina struggled hard.
-TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK-
-VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-
A louder and longer sound was heard. It wasn’t a uniform expansion, but rather, it seemed that each release caused a regional expansion of a certain section, with some residual expansion of the neighbouring sections. Each of these regional expansions represented an addition of more and more cup sizes to her total size.
The entire upper-middle section of her bosom spread out by about half a foot forward and several inches sideways. The flesh under her armpits escaped another 4 inches further out. Her cleavage also grew by another inch or two, but that felt more like a residual effect of the main growth happening in the middle.
“Yes! Managed to release this clasp in one go!” Lina smiled with a little triumph. Clark struggled to comprehend what was going on. “Whew… it’s getting harder each month…”, she blurted quietly and hoped Clark didn’t hear her.
“Lina… wow. How… I had no idea you were this big… I now understand why your…”
“Clark, baby, hey… so sorry to interrupt you, amorcito mio. You’re - adorable. And… so cute. But, um… I’m not done yet. So, maybe save your questions to the end of the class, sí?” she said with a wink and a cheeky smile. Clark’s eyes, somehow, grew even wider. But he shut up immediately.
Lina’s hands moved lower still to a point around her mid-lower back. Again she struggled quite a bit to push really hard.
“Hngg… errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg… just a sec, lemme just… carajo! Ok… hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng…” she struggled.
-TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK-
-VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-
The loudest and longest sound yet was heard, followed by a yet-even-greater release of flesh!!! About 8 inches of the mid-lower portion of Lina’s boobs expanded forward, and about 4 inches expanded sideways. They also expanded lower by about 3 more inches, covering her down to mid-thigh level!
Clark’s eyes popped out and his dick throbbed violently. He couldn’t believe this was real. Lina’s size had already been beyond his wildest, craziest dreams before she started. Yet somehow… she was a breast-expansion fantasy video come to life!!!
Lina’s hands stayed behind her back all the while. She bit her lower lip, dreading Clark’s reaction. She looked him in the eyes for a long moment. He was hypnotized. But in a good way, it seemed.
Clark looked at her.
She looked back at him.
Clark didn’t understand why her hands were still behind her back.
Then… she lowered them a few inches down to the small of her back.
“Um… don’t worry… that’s the smallest one”, Lina said, as if that would serve as any consolation.
Clark’s mouth opened wide.
“Hnnng.”
-TRRRRRRK-
-voom-
Her breasts expanded lower by about 2 inches.
“Wait…almost… hnnng… ”
-TRRRRRRK-
-voom-
Another 2 inches were added to the lowest projection of her boobs.
“That’s the part I can squeeze in the least…” Lina said with a sigh. Clark wanted to say something but reminded himself to shut up.
“It’s… a lot. I know…”, she said and scrunched her eyebrows worriedly.
He stared at her in disbelief.
“Um… so… as you can see… this binder was squeezing me in quite a bit, I guess…”, Lina said with a shy smile.
“Yyyyyeah… you could say that…”, Clark somehow found his voice, still shocked.
Lina looked at him and bit her lip anxiously. She was… gauging his reaction. Trying to understand if he was serious about what he said. But Clark had nothing but awe, admiration and pure lust in his eyes.
“Am I too big for you… Clark?” she asked with real concern in her voice. Clark realized needed to participate in this conversation now. He looked like he was trying to find the right words.
“Too big?? Uh… um… fffffffffffffffffffffff… I mean… uhhhhhh… wow… yeah, no, nooooooooo… NO! Definitely not too big. Yeah, no, I’m… good. I’m cool! I’m ok, yeah, nooooo worries here! Heh… nooooo, ma’am. I’m fine. Totally fine. Toats… yyyyeah…”, Clark said in what he thought was a casual voice, but was actually a high-pitched, nervous voice, while his mind was blown to pieces over and over again. His eyes adamantly refused to believe what they saw.
Lina looked at him with some concern, before, finally, content enough, she formed a little smile.
“Ok… good. Because… actually, um… I’m not done yet…”, she said with a full set of apologizing teeth.
Clark’s eyes opened wide. “You're… you're not?!”
Lina blushed with embarrassment but smiled nonetheless. Her right toe suddenly pirouetted right and left on the floor anxiously. “No… you see, is because I have to first release the small clasps before I release the big one. Otherwise, the pressure is too great for me to release.”
“The… b… bbb… big…”, Clark trailed off, his eyes glazed.
Lina didn't trust herself to keep talking. Instead, her hands rose back up to the center of her back.
“No…”, Clark said quietly in utter defiance of reality and refusal to believe what was about to ensue. “No way… no… no…. There’s no way… no… fuck… fuck… no…”
Lina looked deeply into Clark’s eyes, and hunched shyly a little: “hope you're ready…”
Then, she pushed with all her might.
“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng…”
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-BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP-
Lina’s boobs detonated forward, sideways and downwards all at once! Whatever amount of flesh Lina had added thus far by the release of the first 4 clasps - was easily matched and then surpassed by that last clasp alone being undone! The expansion was different this time. It wasn’t a regional, sectional expansion. Instead, all sections expanded at once. Her boobs instantly gained about a foot forward, half a foot sideways and half a foot downwards. Their lower slopes, initially hiding her upper thighs, now hid them entirely and reached as low as her knees!!!
Clark was floored. His dick was spewing more precum, clinging like a titanium rod to his right thigh. The sight was unreal. It had been unreal when she was fully contained. Yet… it was somehow vastly more unreal now…
Compared to her initial size, before she started releasing her binder, Lina now almost doubled in size! What had been 2 feet of forward projection, which in and of itself is unheard of, was now closer to 4! While her arms had only been mostly covered before, there was no trace to them behind those mammoths of flesh. What had been two XL-beachballs, now in hindsight felt to Clark like they might as well have been 2 golf balls, since these current balls in front of him could substitute as the largest available yoga balls!!!!!!
Here was Clark, cluelessly thinking for a whole month that he’s been teaching with the bustiest woman alive, and yet now… well… she was still the bustiest woman alive but just… just…
He didn’t have time to finish his thought. Lina unzipped the back zipper of the binder (without any effort this time), and let her binder fall to the floor.
A beautiful, pink, sexy, GI-FUCKING-NORMOUS bra was revealed underneath. It equaled the size Lina had been just before unzipping the zipper, which means an XXL-YOGA BALL could easily fit in each cup with a little room to spare. The material was almost as thick as the binder’s. The straps were half an inch thick and about 2 inches wide, yet they still dug into her traps due to the insane weight of her boobs.
Despite how thick the pink material was - two heart-stoppingly hot indents, created by Lina’s super-erect nipples, made a little hill in the middle of each tera-cup.
And yet somehow - against all reason, against all odds, despite its inhumanly gigantic size - that bra was still stuffed to the abso-fucking-lute MAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually, it was more than merely stuffed. It was completely inadequate, as breast flesh was pouring above, from the sides and below its parachute-life cups. Lina required an immediate upgrade to the size of her bra, given how worn out and overwhelmed it was.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lina looked at Clark worriedly. Did she finally break his mind?
“Clark? Are you ok?” she asked timidly, biting her lip with trepidation.
Clark looked up at her like she was an alien. The hottest alien to have ever existed. His cock twitched and throbbed and spewed precum like there’s no tomorrow.
“I… I don’t know. Yes… no… maybe… I think so”, he said somehow, flabbergasted.
“Ok. Ok good. Don’t worry, now that we’re done with the binder I just have to take off this compression bra and we’re good to go, ok baby?”