A Swell Party

A Swell Party

Tiffany held her pose, hoping the fabric would last long enough for her boyfriend to take the photo. The click coincided with a loud rip of a seam giving way, yet the flash was not met with one of her own. Tiffany made sure not to sigh in relief, and dashed as quickly as a girl with huge, swelling tits who is wearing heels who may also have had one too many drinks could from the poolside and back into the house.

As she opened the bathroom door her dress was completely rent in two by her tits as they exploded out in their full filling glory, protruding over a foot outward from her chest, She quickly clamped them with both hands, as if attempting to hold back their enormous swell as they pushed past soccer ball size, before realising the door was still fully open and that there was a very large mirror to her right. Leaving one arm to hopelessly cope with the heaving balloons of growth, she spun around to slam the door. Newton’s Second Law of Motion sensed this, and the momentum of her gargantuan mams sent her crashing into the realisation of what a suddenly altered centre of gravity feels like. Between was the door, which crashed shut as she toppled to the floor, her  mammoth tits landing heavily upon her only a moment later.

She sat there dazed, looking down at them as they descended lower and lower upon her rib cage, shredding the dress to ever smaller rags. She was hypnotised by the way they ate up the empty air around them, pushing out to begin to cover her arms a little, and she began to--

At a pounding on the door she squealed and fumbled for the lock and snapped it across the door. The panic from outside subsided slowly, or she began to pay it less heed as she fell back into watching. Her eyes widened as her bosom grew bigger and bigger, rapidly swelling to fill her lap. Tiff’s new dress had completely fallen away, and she looked at the ruined white material. It was only then that she was able to become distracted enough from the shocked terror that had overcome her that she began to realise how... good it actually felt. She looked down at her boobs as they engorged further and further afield, and each stir of expansion ignited her with sensation. 

Her fingers moved to unclick the lock on the door, outside which Sean was still pleading in utter obliviousness, but her eyes never left her new assets. 

The door opens inwards, revealing a ravishing beauty. This must be ‘Lili’, your company for the evening. Your hands crinkle over the bouquet behind your back, and you suddenly feel foolish, but Lili is used to shy first-timers, and takes your hand from behind your back, ushering you inside. The door swings shut behind you.

“Oh, are these for me?” she grins, doe eyed beneath her blonde tresses. She really is lovely, slim yet ample, statuesque but delicate, and her scent draws you into her boudoir. She presses the flowers to her nose and inhales deeply, her eyes momentarily closing, showing long lashes. Tongue tied, you follow her to the sofa. A bottle of champagne rests on the table, promising a fine start to the evening. Unexpectedly, however, she moves to the minibar, from which she removes a coke. She cracks it open with a girlish grin, and you relax. 

You sit and talk for a while, and she seems relaxed, not passing over things to come. She is an odd quirk of elegance and informality, and you find yourself moving towards her on the sofa, intoxicated, though you haven’t touched the champagne. She leans back, her full lips in a smirk, teasingly inviting like the smoulder in her eyes.

“Pssst... I’m all yours. Trust me, I am going to rock your world. Along with your application, I had a look through your laptop when you connected to the network in your room.”

She smoothly rises, and takes your hand, compelling you through the spectacular suite... and into the bedroom.

Once inside, it seems unnaturally quiet all of a sudden, and your throat sticks again. You wish you had actually had some of the bottle. The soft drink sticks in your throat, making it a sweet desert. But this lady is a professional, and waits for you to make the first move.

She stands, facing you unblinkingly; stunning. She then winks, and you take careful steps towards her. Gingerly, you lay a hand on her shoulder, moving to the velvety strap of her shirt. However, she stops you, motioning your hand downwards towards the sweet fruit of her breast. Her other hand strokes yours, and as it moves towards you, you begin to plant kisses up her slender fingers. When your lips touch the small tattoo on her forearm, it glows a dull pink at your touch.

All of a sudden, her lips are upon yours, and she falls back on to the bed, pulling you with her. Her hand presses your palm to her breast, and your tongues’ are afire. You begin to feel a heat building and as you press your hands against her chest, you grow hard against her, eliciting a murmur of approval. She breaks away from the kiss, and begins to nibble your ear, before lightly tonguing the hole. Simultaneously, her hand begins to rub against your trousers, lightly exploring the contours of your erection. After a few moments, however, you suddenly you feel your fly yanked down and her fingers forcefully clench your cock. Her breathing becomes ragged, and she moans your name. The tattoo is glowing more brightly, and beneath your mashing fingers you feel something happening. Her breasts are beginning to grow larger. The material of the dress tightens slowly as you watch, contrasting with the manic speed with which she is pumping your manhood. From ample grapefruits her bust engorges, slowly closing the distance between you. You can only watch, as they approach double their original size, straining at the shirt. 

As you watch her deepening cleavage, your mind is overcome. The last traces of shock fade, leaving only the steely desire of your cock, even as her hand frantically jerks the meat of it back and forth, moaning. The shirt beings to rip, letting a cleavage spill through the v-neck that is larger than most ordinary breasts. You shift towards her on the bed, your mouth agape, desiring her. However, before you can move further, your cock pulses under her python grip and cum spurts out all over her rising tits. Still she does not slacken her pace, and as you tweak her thumb-sized nipples, capping her enormous melons, she does not allow you to slacken or soften. The pink glow is brighter, and you grow impossibly harder. 

Then she has released you, and you’re inside her, fucking her. The wall of tit grows between you, and you grab handfuls, hearing her moan from the other side, bulging in heavy ecstasy. You pound into her, your mind only on one word: ‘Bigger... bigger!’

The pair of you come, over and over. After who knows how long, you slow for a small break, and she pulls two energy drinks from a drawer. You notice the slightly messy chest of drawers behind her, discarded outfits hanging from the drawers. Panting she leans in to whisper. “”I’ve got a confession to make. Your session is tomorrow but... I was so intrigued by your fantasy and, well, I’m sure you won’t mind if we start a little earlier, will you?”, and plants a kiss on your cheek.

You wonder when she had managed to dim the lights...

“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.”

Well this was an unexpected turn of events for a second date, even if with a girl as wild as Denise, but then, so was fucking on the first... Ah fuck it, you weren’t thinking anymore.

Her hand was wrapped around your rigid cock, hardening it further for her purposes, as she shoved her growing tits into your face. The outfit wouldn’t last much longer, her augmenting T & A would see to that, notwithstanding the adding height. A wet stain could be seen against the jeans in the tightening line of camel toe. 

“It came as a big surprise, but I’m sure you’re also more than happy with the result,” she said, her New Jersey accent husky and heavy with lust, as her growth spurred her hand to rub harder on your cock, her outfit further in tightening tatters by the moment. “It started after we banged over at your place , kind of slowly at first, but now well... You can see why I wanted to reschedule our next date for a little sooner!” 

She grinned, as the last few shreds of cloth fluttered to the ground.

And you thought her house was big when you arrived to pick her up... Judging by the state of events, you only hoped this place was enough.

Without noticing, she slid upwards, another few inches taller. My cock was quick to begin its reciprocation, but I stifled my libido momentarily, intending to take the smart route. I loved her, and this was a sensitive moment but, by God, she was the sexiest woman alive.

I embraced my giant girlfriend, my hand ‘accidentally’ brushing her nipple, which she most likely hadn’t even realised stood taut  and ready through the strained bra. She tried unsuccessfully to stimy a gasp, and I looked up in mock concern, my hand grasping her right breast in my ‘alarm’. This only elicited a moan, and her dainty yet powerful hands drew me closer to her. I took this opportunity to press my head against her and lightly kiss her enormous left breast. A moan escaped her, and I pretended not to notice that, or how she not to subtly began to grind against my leg. She still wasn’t used to being so big, where it was difficult to do anything ‘small’.

Her chest began to heave a little as she took deep breaths, the only sound in the silence of our embrace. I loved teasing her like this, feigning unconcern as she got hot and bothered. I could tell it turned her on when she was normal sized... but now? Well, the minute ripping sounds from her XXXL lingerie were the smallest indications.

“No, don’t...” she whispered, her voice high and breathy.

“Don’t what?” I said, unable to prevent the corners of my mouth from lifting a little, and my hands tightened a little against her sensitive tits, my hot breath wafting over her large, thickening nipple as my tongue darted in and out from my mouth. A slick sweat had begun to nestle within her cleavage, and the smell of her sex was strong in the air.

“Darling, we only just... I haven’t had time to shrink down again!” she said, trying to muster the voice of reason from the faculties that remained to her in the tide of her libido.

I merely looked at her, my intent plain and unblinking in my eyes.

She bit her lip, whimpering as her proportions very slowly increased, her tits puffing against their restraints, her hips, ass, and thighs swelled juicier, as she of course, got bigger and bigger, squirming in ecastsy as she enlarged all over.

“But sweetie, I’ll grow again!” she cried out in a tone of waning concern, as another seam creaked and she paradoxically pressed my hard on against her wet panties. Too little, too late.

“Yes, you will.” I replied.

“I want to be sweet and gentle with you but it’s not like before. I’m just so big and you’re so tiny. I have to be so careful, my breasts… They could crush you so easily… I can’t even feel you between those monsters! And they just keep growing! This bra… It’s getting tight… Please, sweety, be careful.”

So guys, I was out clubbing last night with Jenna and well, we met this really cute guy and well, I wouldn’t normally just, but, I mean, he was really hot, y’know? Six pack, guns, all the works.

So we get back to my place, and he has got this - and I’m not exaggerating, between me and Jenna we’ve been around the block if you know what I mean - this guy had the most massive cock we’d ever seen. I could barely wrap both my hands around it, and believe me I tried!

Now, I’ve fucked big guys before and, well, it tends to take a lot more work to get ‘em as hard I like, what with it taking all the blood from their heads... Anyway, and I swear I’m getting towards the point of this post, this dude was like a fucking bar of steel. You could have crowbarred your way into a safe with it. Of course, Jenna and me, we respect a compliment, so we got right to work y’know, and well, I was glad she was there, because I don’t think I could’ve handled all that dick by myself.

And well, as I tittyfucked the shit out of him, while Jenna was blowing just behind me, damn if it didn’t get even fucking bigger! Not meaning to go all tmi here, but as you can guess I was pretty much ready for it then, but the thing is, I knew that was never gonna fit in me, at least at the front. 

So yeah, that was some pretty fuckin amazing anal. I generally kinda like it from the back, it feels, I dunno... It can be weird, until they start going, but believe me it can get real good if he knows what he’s doing. This guy certainly did and man...mmm just thinking about it is getting me - well, I’ll be typing a little slower for the rest of this post now let’s just say ;)

Anyhow, so, Jenna’s been getting real horny just laying with his sack, and decides like she wants a go too, even though that’s not usually her thing and uh, well he certainly gives her one too! He had just blew my mind with that load - I swear I could feel that shaft hitting by ribs - and only a moment later he’s rock hard again and pushing his way between her ass cheeks. 

We had another few goes at that before frankly Jenna and I were both too tired and he had work the next day so we all get snug for a bit before he leaves. Man, I was still tingling when he left, still horny but so fucking exhausted with pleasure. I see Jenn’a asleep next to me, and I start feeling a bit weird. I put it down to the alcohol, and go to sleep.

Oh man, the next day. So this is the bit I’ve been meaning to get too, but I just kept thinking about... brb.

That’s better, took care of that. Now so after some weird and  wild dreams I wake up, and the sun’s shining right through the window, so I keep my eyes shut and begin to move. That’s when I feel it. I realised later that it was just sheets, but at the time I just felt this rush as something touched me. For a second I panic, confused, and I jump a little. The landing causes a hell of a lot more impact than I’d think and so I fall right next to Jenna. I open my eyes to see what the fuck is going on, and I see this mountain right beneath the sheets on top of Jenna. I’m looking at her, face down, and I see like this thing on top of her, so... I touch it.

For a moment I panic again. I touch the soft thing and her facelike contorts as she gasps. So I ask her if she’s ok, and she’s still damn asleep. I touch it again, for longer this time, and she starts waking up.. moaning. Now, in the back of my head, something’s still niggling at me, and I keep squirming on top of these cushions I’m sitting on. I’m feeling impatient, and I want to know what the hell is happening here, so I just pull back the sheet. 

- Holy fuck - 

So Jenna’s jeans are like, fucking shredded all over the place, and I can see this ASS rising out of them. And when I say ass, I mean ass, like fucking dumptruck-sirmixalot-thick. It’s pouring out of every rip in them, and - can I just give a ssoutout to the best fucking Jeans company ever - they’re somehow still holding together for the most part. Like each ass cheek is like a fucking pumpkin. I can’t help myself, I don’t even realise I’m wet at the time, I touch it again, and I don’t mean like poking. I fucking grab her ass (and dude, I was surprised at how damn firm it was - it was like a billion squats put into one woman), and her eyes fucking snap open, her lips groaning in pleasure. Her hand shoots to touch it, and brushes past me, and that’s when I notice it’s happened to me too.

One incident that will never be mentioned again later, well, I am going nuts on instagram. This is like a fucking dream come true. Jenna was a bit hard to sway at first, but then the first thousand or so likes, along with a gentle reminder of the benefits of this, a la hand (shush you!), and she came around to the idea.

We started talking about what happened, and yeah, it didn’t take us any longer than you to figure out that Mr Big had something to do with this.

So yeah, he’s coming over on Thursday to do my tits, and believe me my nipples are peaking in anticipation. I wanted him to try some other stuff, but for some reason he says my apartment is too small for that, something about the ceilings, w/e.

In the mean time, enjoy the pics and stay tuned for my ‘updates’.

xox <3

p.s. If I get enough likes I’ll post a vid of big boy and my next encounter ;))) xxx