You Managed To Look Up At Her Smile For A Moment, And Her Eyes Might Have Followed Yours Back Down, But

You managed to look up at her smile for a moment, and her eyes might have followed yours back down, but then again maybe not. What the hell were you supposed to do? Say something? Did she know? How the hell could she not have noticed? She was sweating and her nips were the peaks of the swelling circus tents of her shirt. You saw the cups of her bra hanging loose inside her shirt, which was becoming more see through by the moment. Her breathing was heavier and ragged, as if she were trying to keep herself restrained perhaps, or maybe you were being paranoid. Well, at least if she hadn’t noticed this, there was no way in hell she would notice your cock, hard and hot, straining against your shorts, down to which her boobs were reaching as they ripped away the last remains of her shirt. They began to push you back, and she smiled, just biting the edge of her lip, before her eyes fluttered shut in what you had to call admittance or realisation.

“You wanted big?” she yelled, sequins popping off her shirt as it stretched across her chest.

“I won’t give you big, I’ll give you fucking enormous!” Her voice trembled a little as her breasts, once comfrotable 32 Cs, swelled to the size of footballs.

“Not enough for you, huh? I was never enough!” A cadence dripping with anger, and the beginnings of... something else. Her top squealed in protest, the shoulder straps straining as her bust ballooned outwards, heightening the strain by the second.

“Well, what do you think of little old me now?!” she gasped, unable to conceal excitement. Her nipples were prominent through the cloth. The straps had ripped open, revealing a cleavage starting just under the collar bone and plunged mountainously southward. “I’m big, no BIGGER!” she called, a sheen of sweat at her temple as she approached bowling balls, 

“That’s right, you heard me,” she said, her voice low and quailing with arousal. Her tits, and a moment later she, advanced on you, engorging to hang just above her midriff. The shirt was reaching its limits in the middle, see-through in areas, tight as a drum. “What? Cat got your tongue?” she said, moving another shaky step, panting. “Perhaps you’re thinking  ‘Darn, what the fuck have I done?’” They blew up further, twin teardrops extending a full two feet in front of her, distending towards her waist. The shirt ripped down the middle, and the divide immediately filled with gorgeous, expanding tit. “Well guess what? I’m going to let you almost fuck this perfection and then leave, you sack of shit.” Her shirt gave out, shredding before her, and your eyes popped at the sight. 

She was more tit than woman. Two brobdingnagian goliaths swung from her chest, wider than her torso, perhaps three times her own width combined! They stuck out so far that when she reached you, you couldn’t even have reached out to touch her face with more than your fingertips. Anyway, that would have been impossible, breasts beyond gigantic pinned you to the wall. She pressed in against you, until you felt a hand rip open your fly and grasp your cock. She pumped quickly and heavily, as if she tried to keep up with her growth with each jerk. “You like that, motherfucker?” she said huskily, as veins stood out on the end of your member and her giant boobs jiggled even more from the motion of her arm. You felt the pressure increase, against you as more tit swelled against your face and legs, and in your boxers. “You could have had me, could have had it all, you selfish bastard.” she said coldly, her face aflush. You could smell her sex, the scent of her leaking nethers pervading the air, intoxicating you further. She moaned loudly, sweat pooling in the canyon at her front, and shook.

Just as you were about to finish, you felt her hand quickly release you, and then she was gone, leviathan tits pendulating towards the double doors of the room. She turned before she left “I loved you, you know.” She squeezed through and it swung shut behind her. 

You watched her pert ass swing from side to side as she walked, her sensuous body framed by tits beyond imagination, and you were unable to stop your hands frantically grabbing your cock and wanking you to oblivion. That was the last time you met her. 

You would later wonder how she had managed to leave the building. The next time. The next time you saw her, it was on the front of a magazine. She was married now to a rich young multi-billionaire, and here you were, staining the front cover with your jizz and lustful regret.

LADY IN RED

You didn’t know it was possible to get blue balls after masturbating. You were even now frantically writing an email, applying for that desk job that had come up a month back, even as your phone pinged with the sound of another incoming photo.

Oddly hot. Needs continuing.......

“So, I take it you had a good trip in the Amazon?”

“It was... fruitful.”

“Aha? Yes,ell, I can see that. Say, why don’t you back to my place and get some... rest. You must be aching after that long flight and I know a great massage technique to take care of that.”

Elena’s embrace tightened around her friend’s improved body, and just then her hand began to slip toward’s the massive, unavoidable bust which, if she weren’t on tip toes now, her chin would be firmly nestled in that cleavage. Her other hand moved to grasp Mandy’s, and she lowered herself, pausing for a moment there and looking up at Mandy’s vixen-grin, before leading her prize along the boardwalk towards her apartment.

‘Time is ticking, and my hourglass is only filling.’

Jenna smiled to herself, admiring the photo she had just taken of herself. Her figure, even to her, was breathtaking - even shocking. She was now the proud owner of a generous E-cup, verging on F, and a behind which devoured her ex-boyfriend’s Batman shorts, the only thing that currently fit her.

She looked down. ‘Damn, all the right junk in all the right places.’ Her grin widened, and she snapped another pic. Of course, there was a hell of a lot of getting used to, but she figured that the endorsements she would soon be getting from her  online profiles would pay for a new wardrobe, and much else besides.

She pictured Andy’s face agog as photos of her flooded the internet. He would cry himself to sleep, thinking over his spent dick that he could have had this all, just for him and him alone. He would know how badly he had fucked up when he left her that night alone in the construction yard, and hadn’t even bothered to see if she was alright. The explosion had changed her, while he was off with some floozy, but this bitch was now back, bigger and better than ever. She felt a slight tingling, and cooed, enjoying the sensation rushing through her...