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.

The fabric grew ever more taut over the mounds of her breasts, squeezing the firm hills in a Herculanean effort to remain whole. ‘But for how long?’ the creaking seemed to ask. She panted, labouring to breathe under the strain of the fight between expanding tit and experimental cloth compound... as well as because of just how horny this was making her, thinking of her own body developing, filling up, and pushing out bigger and sexier by the moment. She was glad no one was around, since trying to cross her legs would spelled an instant coup de grace for the fabric... Mind you, an audience might have been fun... She gingerly reached for her mobile phone.

You struggled with the bra, and your five years of hard workouts seemed all for nout against the inexorable tightening swell. She began to squirm, gasping in half pleasure and half pain as they bloated against the iron fabric.

Please... I need, I neeed!-- Ah!

You floundered for a moment, before remembering the leatherman you always carried attached to your belt. Then you stood well back from the explosion your pocketknife was about to cause as you drew the blade downwards.

is there any way to ask for more muscle growth stories? i love the idea of becoming stronger and bustier. please?

If the mood strikes then sure, why not? :)

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

This would make such an incredible erotic novella. Someone please write this!