Always The Bridesmaid, Never The Bride...

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.

The necklace was placed over Alessia’s head, and she became queen. The heavy weight of gold and jewels settled on her, tugging down from her collar bone to below her midriff. In the centre of the carcanet was placed the most precious of all the things bestowed upon her - The Queen's Orb. It was not forged or cut from any material known to this world. The thing had fallen from the heavens and had been fashioned into the centrepiece of the necklace, which had been worn by the dynasty for over three millenia.

She breathed in, and was surprised to not fell any different. She did not feel as her handmaid had described it, herself being stretched far and wide across the kingdom, to watch over and bear each burden and suffering. She did not experience the rush of fright or pain that had been indoctrinated into her expectations.

Then the high priest announced off in the distance, that she had passed the final test of faith, and knelt, requesting his new Queen to rise. And so Alessia did, marvelling at this last trick. So she was worthy yes. It was now for her to lead her people, and she had pased their greatest test, submitting to the threat of eternal suffering for their sakes.

She continued to stand, going up and up, and she realised she was a full foot taller than when she had knelt and removed her upper garment. The aspect of the goddess was coming upon her then, and instead of pain, she in fact felt powerful, regal pleasure. With confidence she rose taller and taller, and into her grew the symbol of the goddess - the hourglass, the balance might last for all time. Her hips pelvis and chest began to expand, faster than the rest of her.

By the time she had passed the nine foot mark, each breast had exceeded the size of her head, while retaining their beautiful, sculpted, tear drop shape. Her posterior had swelled too, pulling up inch after inch of the loose, flowing cloth of the lower half of the robe. Along with her buttocks, her hips and thighs widened to match, thickening and parting further than her shoulders, keeping pace with the heft of her breasts.

She continued to grow, taller and thicker, during the ceremony, to match her regal station and wisdom. However, if she ruled well, it would not be the last she would experience, for the Queen, or as she would be later known, the Empress, was a representation of the bounty of the land.

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This was my dream. Growing enormous, beautiful breasts! I had always dreamed of it, and yet, now I had them well past the size of the palm of my hand... they weren’t enough.

I pleaded with the doctor. I needed them bigger. He didn’t understand, wouldn’t understand. I felt something growing in me, an intense desire. I decided to seduce him. I would make him make them bigger.

Soon enough, my tits were rubbing up and down on his meaty dick. I had never done this before, and it felt exciting as he thrust up against my ribs, my tits wholly enveloping his hard cock. My breathing was ragged as he tugged at my nipples, driving me on like a rider with his reins, willing me to tittyfuck him until he exploded all over me. My hands, just beneath his, jiggled the vastness of my boobs,

I could smell his cologne, could see the sweat gathering around the rim of his glasses, and he licked his lips, gasping with the pleasure I was bestowing unto his manhood. Yes, I wanted him to come all over me. it was no longer about getting what I wanted through this - this WAS what I wanted, what I had wanted all along. I knew it somewhere inside me.

His pleasure began to swell, and I held my breath, jerking my breasts up and down over his rock hard phallus with lightning speed. And then... he came. Gloriously, all over me; in my face, all over my tits. His hot spunk pooled in my cleavage, and I immediately began to rub it in feverishly, licking up hot streams of the white river. Then I pressed again, unrelenting, and another shuddering spurt ejected from his veiny penis, as it throbbed jet after jet, expending his enormous balls utterly.

And then... I began to grow again, as somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would.

“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.”

“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.”