You Know, You Could Have Warned Me.

“You know, you could have warned me.”

“No, I know it’s what I wanted, but I spent two hundred dollars on that dress!”

“I know I couldn’t wait till after prom night, but still...”

“Am I mad? Well, you are busy at home talking and not sucking on these new titties, so you’ve got a lot of making up to do mister. Besides, how else will I get to grow bigger without that delicious cock of yours?”

“Oh, what? You’re already getting into your car. Good boy, now hurry over here and give me that cum.”

“Oh wow. My tits are growing so much for you. I wonder when they’ll stop” beamed Ashley, looking in the mirror. Her tits were so big now that you could see them from behind. You longed to bury your face in their growing expanse, to lick and taste the engorging, delectable nipples. She seemed to read you, and dropped her phone, strutting towards you in a sultry sashay. Her eyes seduced the very clothes from your body, and before you knew it you were naked, waiting for her swelling, nubile form to render her similarly nude. You heard stitch after stitch pop... It wouldn’t be long now.

Well... There was only one way to get her to believe me. How was I meant to know that my ‘best’ friend would plaster this all over the net?

I panicked, ok? My boobs... they were just growing by the hour! I had gone through outfit after outfit, racing to shops in tightening shawls just to grab even bigger sizes! But then when I woke up the next day... Let’s just say bras had become dinky things of the past (and well my panties were soon to follow - not kidding, I was literally cutting them off with scissors when my butt just burst right out of them).

So I called Vivian. I had to. And then when she laughed at me, and even started getting irritable at my persistence... Well I had to do something!

She wasn’t going to believe pics... And so I sent her a video. By now the growth had accelerated, and you could actually see it happening there on camera! I was getting huge by this point, but then I guess you and the rest of the damn world probably know that already!

I won’t lie, growing feels good, and videoing it well... It made me feel a little dirty, in a good way. And then what does fucking Vivian do? She sees me hourglassing out, and uploads the fucking clip! Right there on her damn Tumblr! 

Of course, I had the original taken, and her blog was even banned, but come on, that shit was cloned and stored deep within hard drives in minutes of it hitting the net.

Like fricking wildfire, it spread faster than my cleavage and cheeks. Now, once again, I’ll admit... It doesn’t exactly displease me, imagining all of you... fantasising about me, in fact pretty much the opposite (Well I guess it’s kinda 2 way), but it’s not like I was 100% together at the time.

Of course, the press were all over it as soon as they got wind, and well, at least since I got the new curtains, they haven’t been able to get any snaps of my latest growth...

All I can say is... thank god for Kickstarter. At least I could get some clothes delivered. There were more than a few people wanting themselves delivered to my door too. I may take some of this new following up on that. In the mean time, thanks so much you guys for being my lifeline! I’ll make sure to post a thank you video for all you wonderful people soon.

Over and out! 

xxx

Ellie

xxx

P.s. Thanks to the sender of the tablet. The keyboard became unreachable a day and a half before it arrived. (don’t ya just luv that fast service! x)

P.p.s Did I mention how much I love you guys?? XXXXX <3

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride...

Kat drank another glass, and her tits ballooned out again further, but she didn’t notice. She was busy in her reverie, getting solidly plastered and looking to get laid.

Most of the guests had gone, but Kat saw a candidate. She took another few swigs of the dark wine. It tasted good she thought, trying to read the label on the bottle as her swelling tits shredded the top of the dress.

She couldn’t make out the letters, but it didn’t matter. Kat had found it in the cellar, and it was all hers. She felt good, sexy, and by this point a fair bit more than tipsy. She approached her prize, who was sleeping and, draining the last third of the bottle in one thirsty rush, corked her mouth with the man’s cock.

It responded immediately, swelling huge in her mouth, and she grew instantly wet. Kat’s tits sank to the cool floor where she kneeled, and the hard man opened his eyes, which widened before her libido took control.

“Why hello there, Jones. I’ve been waiting a long time for this” purred a husky woman’s voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.

I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists. 

I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out “Who is that?”

A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.

“What do you want?!” I yelled, backing further into the corner.

A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.

Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.

She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, “Why my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.”