It Was Beyond You How She Hadnt Noticed Yet. They Were Fucking Enormous, And The Leather Was Getting

It was beyond you how she hadn’t noticed yet. They were fucking enormous, and the leather was getting so tight. How long till she was going to burst out? Boob piled upon boob, spilling out from the top, producing a cleavage larger than most women’s busts.

And she just kept on chatting to you, unaware of your popping eyes, gaping mouth, or of her own massive expansion.

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Can you imagine being best friends with a size shifter and watching them grow for the first time?

Just craning your neck up to keep eye contact as they swell and grow, towering over you at an alarming rate and constantly speaking in hushed tones, saying reassuring words to keep you calm as they keep on growing. You’d watch as fingers that once fitted between yours became longer than you were, how the eyes you’d looked into a million times before became big enough to look like great pools..

Soon they’d be gigantic, leaning over you so you’re engulfed in their shadow and every breath they take feels like a gentle breeze, maybe you’d be frightened but they’d be there to calm you down- reminding you they’re just your friend.

Perhaps once you’d both got used to them being so huge they’d reach for you, fingers running gently over you and curling behind you so you find yourself leaning into their hand. Their hand would tip, you’d slide into their palm and find yourself sitting breathlessly in your now giant friends hand- staring up at their familiar face as they carefully pick you up with a friendly smile….

‘Oh dear, another outfit soon off to the morgue’, she thought as she absent mindedly considered the tightening material stretching to its limits over her body. She turned back to her phone. ‘Ah well.’ she mused, feeling the dull thrill of pleasure zinging across her skin as it expanded outwards in her legs, ass, and breasts. The feeling was electric, as the cloth continued to try to constrict her in its struggle against her growing assets. It began to give ground, and stitches one by one began to pop, well on their way to shredding. Mia merely allowed the corner of a smile show as she waited for the wardrobe team, deciding not to mess with a good thing, but merely to enjoy it. Like her daddy had always said ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.’

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.

Bigger again, huh? You know, I’m beginning to think that I’ll never have enough tit for you!

Oh, but don’t worry, I’m hardly pouting about it. In fact- and this is a secret, so shhh!- you might like it, but I lov- uhh! Sorry, it’s hard to ah! -concentrate after it starts because mmm.. -it ooh! -feels so good! Ohh! OHHHH!

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.