Dear God,

“Dear God,

“I know you work in mysterious ways. And don’t think I’m not grateful! After all, I’ve gotten this big – no, huge – in just the two months since I first prayed for tits big enough to put that silly white bitch Suzie to shame. Now look at me! I’m spilling out of every bra I’ve ever owned, and Suzie crosses her arms over her chest every time I sit down at the lunch table with her.

“But I was thinking… and if you don’t want to, that’s fine, I’m completely OK with the blessing you’ve already bestowed upon me and all that – but I was thinking that maybe I could stand to get a little bit bigger still. You know, just a few more inches on the measuring tape. It’d make landing that smart, wealthy, husband that Mama and Nana keep praying for me to find that much easier, wouldn’t it? And bigger boobs would mean that the children that I’ll have with him – and I know you love children, that’s, like, the one thing that the priest preaches about every week, the evils of condoms and all that – anyway, those children will be able to absolutely thrive if I had big breasts full of milk for them.

“Plus, I know that that hunky guy Kevin on the football team is absolutely crazy for huge boobs. Like – well, I’m sure you’ve seen his porn stash. You’re God, you know everything. So if you want me and him to hook up, then I’m going to need to be a lot bigger up here, right? Right.

“So that’s all I’ve got tonight, God. I ask you and Jesus Christ, your Son, that with the Spirit, our welcome guest, you guard our sleep and bless our rest, etc etc. And bigger breasts.

“Amen.”

“Oh, honey, oh god…” she moaned, as he - quivering - looked on with rapt fascination, “I’m getting so big. I’m going to burst out of my clothes…”

Hey, maybe can I submit a request for a drawing?

Hey, not really much of an artist here, sorry :/

Why is your mouth always open?

i have to be ready to talk shit or suck dick at any given time

She didn’t see what I saw as she left. That pert ass rolling out, filling up like a heavy zeppelin, full and tight. Her dress shrank its way up her legs, pulling to cover the swelling buttocks that followed behind her. I could only watch, mouth agape with wonderment.

She took another step down the stairs, and I could see each cheek pressing an outline against the cloth. She absent mindedly tugged the garment, and my voice became stuck in my throat.

I thought back to last night, staggering into the house together, drunk as anything. She whispered dirty things and giggled as we helped each other up the staircase, towards the bed, but when she told me where she wanted me to put it I was instantly hard.

Thinking back to this morning’s growing concerns, I think I now realised why she never let me do that before. My eyes glued to her posterior, I counted down the seconds till she would open her car, sit down, and realise what had happened. I was the luckiest man in the world.

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Edited.

“Oh baby… The bra you bought me yesterday, it’s too small already… My boobs are growing so big, so fast… I can feel them swelling, bigger, heavier, overflowing this poor bra… I don’t think it’ll be able to handle me one more day at this rate. 

What about you, sweetie? Do you think you I  handle me a little bit more? Or are you going to give up? To break under the pressure, just like this bra? Am I going to be too much for you, big guy? I’m going to be huge… So massive, so powerful, it’s overwhelming! Don’t worry, baby, no matter how big i am, I know you can handle it... and me. 

Now come here please, it’s all for you.”