God, What A Bunch Of Spoilsports. Those Bitches Were All Just Jealous

God, what a bunch of spoilsports. Those bitches were all just jealous 

“Oh my God, you need to get to a hospital”” “There’s, like, something totally wrong with you!” - Yeah whatever. They could all go to hell.

Samantha luxuriated in the feeling as her tits jumped up another size, quivering as she walked along the corridor with a new confidence, and a staggeringly gorgeous rack. She had long removed her bra, which by comparison had been little more than a glorified vest.

With the clack of her heels and the enlarging bounce of breasts, she felt powerful. An echo could be heard of the small horde who had started to meekly follow her down the corridor. Mmm... Her shirt was about to give way. Soon their curiosity would give way to full blown adoration. She chuckled... Delicious.

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 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.

“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

Meanwhile, the top button of her jeans had popped, as the seat of her pants tightened under firm, swelling ass cheeks, thickening thighs, and widening hips.

You begun to rapidly remove your clothes. She was too wrapped in her ecstasy to help, and her own body was providing for its own undressing. You were pretty confident she’d like the way you would help her along too.

You watched her shirt slowly climb up her midsection as her tits continued to grow bigger and bigger…

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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….