Scowling, Verity Clacked Down The Aisle, Fists Clenched. No, She Had Not Wanted To Try A Bloody Sample.

Scowling, Verity clacked down the aisle, fists clenched. No, she had not wanted to try a bloody sample. but that that hadn’t stopped Mr-Eager, had it?

She was already late to her meeting, and was just getting credit to top up her phone when, as she had rushed towards the automatic doors of the shop, she was accosted by a young man brandishing a spray bottle, asking if she’d like to try out his company’s latest product. 

Normally, she might have stopped, but not today. No way. Today she had an important meeting, and the last thing she wanted was to look frazzled from her rush. If she hurried now she would have two minutes to get there, just beond the other side of the shopping centre.

Her heels clicked quickly as she walked away with her purchase, frantically typing the code into her phone. As she completed the final digits, a sense of calm overcame her, and she breathed in deep.

A button popped off her shirt, but she didn’t look down. No one would notice, and besides, she probably looked better like that anyway. Smiling, she unzipped her unusually tight jacket, exposing the new round orbs poking against her blouse, musing that it was too hot anyway for it... or was that just her, in fact?

She was almost halfway there. She had lost three more buttons, and her rapidly expanding breasts were in the process of ripping through another, but she had gained an overwhelming sense of confidence, so it didn’t matter. She strode, straight backed and chest forward, making its way head of her by an ever increasing amount of inches as she slipped through cup sizes. Heads beside her bobbed in time with her jiggling chest as it spilled out beneath the confines of her now miniscule-looking bra, black silk peeking through her shirt and she stopped walking at the bottom of the escalator. 

As she rose slowly, she gave a sigh mingled with contentment and nervous excitement, putting a great rent in her bra as she shot past the D range. She could feel it, today was the start of something new, something big.

She felt a slightly uncomfortable tickle, layered over a wedge of pleasure that was spreading below. Odd, she was feeling really... sensitive. All the better she supposed, feeling the snugness of her panties as her ass began to expand. She felt something behind her, and saw a man move back, his face stark with surprise. She gave him a wink, and wiggled her bottom a little as she unconciously grew another few inches. Her hips began to flare out too, stretching the skirt even tighter. She felt a moistness form a trail down her thighs, and they pressed together, thickening as her panties assumed more the shape of a thong at this stage.

She got off the escalator, and stumbled for a moment on hips that were now wider than her shoulders, but strong, thick legs caught her and guided her powerfully across the remaining distance, assuming a brisk, sexy sashay.

It was an unusual day, but she felt marvellous, electric. Her clothes felt great against her skin, all tight and... getting tighter, something said in the back of her mind. She only smiled in well-being, eager to reach her destination as her form changed further. Sexier and sexier she grew, with full lips and a narrowing waist, trim and toned. She stretched her arms outwards, and felt her jacket begin to tear a little, as she began to get taller. 

Every step was a longer one, and the G-cup amazon halted her growth at six feet, with hair hanging down below her waist, covering the split in her skirt. Her ass was a tight, round, enormous cushion, tapering with thick thighs to her still dainty feet. She was a graceful hourglass, powerful and beautiful.

She walked through the doors of the building and towards the office. This was going to be good...

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.

“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.

And now you know why I never lower my webcam any further than that. Ah, but that’s not the end of the story. Want to know a secret? They can get... bigger.

How? Quite elementary, horny boy, you are the answer. Go on, start stroking ourself off while I explain, it always gets me horny, I even get wet imagining that. 

Ah, there you go, I love seeing how turned on you are. Masturbate for me, yes. Now, I’ll need you to stroke off for me this time, just so you can see it happen. Then you’ll always be ready when the time comes. Yes, keep stroking that big dick of yours, I bet it’s delicious...

Oh, well I might as well check yes... Mmm... Oh yes,  it is good isn’t it. My compliments to the chef. mmm, now don’t get distracted, just keeping jerking off for me. I want you to come all over my big titties, because... they’ll grow. 

You heard me right. Whenever you come al over these big boobs of mine, they’ll get larger and larger - every single time, and for every single drop. Mmm... I’m surprised you haven’t come just thinking about that yet mister, I know I have any times. 

Perhaps... but no.

Hmmm... Maybe you need a little help this time, ey? Ah, I thought that might be the case! Well, then don’t wait around, stick that thick piece of meat between my tits and let’s go.

Mmm... I like licking your cock when I titfuck you. Mmm... but I won’t swallow this time, because I want it all over my breasts. Just imagine when you explode all over my big, big tits, and then hold that in your mind a second, before imagining them getting bigger, growing, enlarging. Oh God, I’m getting close just thinking about it. 

Yes, yes, I can feel it building inside you. Your cock is swelling so full, these titties are gonna need that spurt to handle it. It’s throbbing, uh. Ooh, let me kiss it, god you’re so big ad hard. 

Come on, come on, come for me. Get big and blo your load all over  my titties so I can get all big for you. h god, baby, yeah,, yeah, yes! Here we go, come on, e! Oh yes, come for me, come! Oh! Ohhhhh!

When Seamus O’ Flahherty bought his new wide lens, he was excited to test it out at the fashion show. Little did he know what the camera can add more than ten pounds... in all the right places.

‘Well, whatever I guess, if he likes it.’ thought Diandra, tugging the dress with difficulty over her head. She knew in her heart this was true, that she would do anything for Drake... even get bigger.

Her lips smiled as she thought about how much he would like it, imagining Drake’s strong hands pressing into her firm, enormous jugs. He would love it, and he would love her, yes.

She examined her mighty bustline and ass in the mirror. She was fucking perfection, and no one had a hope in catching Drake’s eye after he got a load of her like this.

Another set of lips began to show its pleasedness, and Diandra marvelled at the feeling as she ran a hand over her contoured ochre flesh, raising goosebumps of pleasure beneath her filed nails.

She had seen him when they had met up last weekend, eyeing up all the big girls. Well, now she was the bigger girl... But was she the biggest? For the first time since Diandra had took the pills, she was nervous. Was she enough woman for him? 

Her mind trailed back to when she had snooped through his phone, and over the pictures she had found there. Surely any of those big titted-and-bootied sluts would do anything for a man like Drake! Well, she would do better, she resolved, knocking back the rest of the bottle, ignoring all safety signs.

Meanwhile, Drake was on his way over to Diandra’s place, innocent of what was transpiring there, still combing his untameable hair. He had decided to bite the bullet and do it, to ask Diandra out. How many more excuses was he going to have to make to ‘meet up’ with her. Well, now he had found his guts, and held a swag of flowers he had picked from Mrs Henderson’s garden, though he wished momentarily that it was dutch courage instead. He turned the corner on to her street, and walked up to Diandra’s front door, rapping smartly. 

He noticed a curious shaking in the ground, and figured there must be roadworks nearby. After waiting a minute, he knew his courage was failing. He stepped off the porch and began to make his way round the side of the house to the back door, which he knew she always left unlocked, a nervous quickness in his step. The shuddering increased...