The Ink Still Burned A Little, But Jennifer Exulted Under The Slow Ecstasy Of Her Ass Expanding. She

The ink still burned a little, but Jennifer exulted under the slow ecstasy of her ass expanding. She could feel every thread of her lingerie being stretched, further and further outward as her booty swelled. A stitch popped, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. Oh God, she needed to be fucked so badly. She started flicking through her contacts on her phone. Anything to get MORE of this.

Your ex is still sending you pictures from her holiday without you in Europe. This latest one is captioned: 

“Oh look <3, even bigger tits that’ll never be yours again! I wonder what they’ll be like tomorrow... 

Bigger and better without you,

A fulfilled woman.

xxx”

Marianna was lounging by the pool when she started to grow. She did not know how, nor why she started, but there it was.

The sun at its zenith had baked on to Marianna’s skin as she lay on her crisp white towel beside the pool. The scent of tanning oil, rubbed all over her smooth skin wafted in the air, dates mingled with the slight, sweet smell of the beads of sweat that trickled down her slim, petite body. As the rays crooned their fullest, in her languor her eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier, and the toned muscles relaxed.

She remembered that she dreamt, but Marianna never knew of what. She awoke to find her feet cool and damp, where the edge of the pool lapped at the sides. She stretched a little further, wriggling with the relaxing pleasure licking over her brazen calves, and sighed once again, content to keep her eyes shut. She could feel the sun, only but a little lower she suspected, radiating a warmth that washed over her in waves, and the contrast of the water was wonderful. Now, this was the way to spend an afternoon. She spread herself further, and drifted back into a deep sleep, comfortable under the weight of her softness, feeling the gentle scorch drifting over her flesh.

At first, no one would have noticed, but Marianna’s towel, inch by inch, had slowly begun to disappear underneath her. She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling just a little less with each expansion. Occasionally, a small gasp would escape her, and she appeared to tighten with pleasure before blossoming further. Her tightening panties were wet with more than just the occasional splashes her feet made as her legs elongated towards the pool, and the splitting seams of her constricting bikini top tickled her sensitive breasts as they slowly spilled out over the top.

Marianna, not so much as getting taller, was enlarging. While her generous booty and thick thighs lengthened, her proportions stayed the same, so she remained as voluptuous as when she was merely five foot five. Now… the calves of a six foot one woman hung over the poolside, gently stretching. The growth was steady and constant, and the dozing Marianna was becoming wetter and wetter by the minute.

Marianna moaned loudly, passing the 7ft mark, as if eager for the next benchmark. Her towel was no longer visible under her, and her swimwear was slowly following suit as her tits and ass engulfed the garments with their pliant, bulging enormity. Her nipples showed rock hard through the thinning fabric, and her lower half was completely soaked, even as her thighs approached the pool to follow her submerged shins.

The pleasure was steady and intense, not allowing her senses a second’s rest as it assaulted her with ounce upon ounce of gigantic pleasure. Soon, she was almost twice her original height, and approaching dangerously close to coming. She quivered, setting her assets to a jiggle that showed the amazing quality of her clothing which still somehow held under the gargantuan strain of the wanton slumberer. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her pussy and titties, kneading the flesh to spur on her release. All her subconscious mind knew was how good this felt, and was bent on getting more.

Still the amazon swelled. The ends of her long, blonde tresses tossed as she bucked under pleasure, and the nearby furniture shook and toppled as she rocked in ecstasy, her long fingers fluttering over her tingling torso and thighs, rubbing to feel more of the sensation overcoming her. She was getting so close, some part of her knew, and her bronze skin was afire with the roar of growing anticipation. Her back, aided by her capacious rear, arched, on the brink, and she shot up, inch by inch, as she played with herself, fingering her raw clit beneath the shredded, skin tight panties. The air was now heavy with the scent of her sex, and every little breeze made her shudder… And then it came, like a thousand thunderclaps down on her, a racing orgasm that ripped her from the land of nod and into the waking world, tossing under the violent blasts of pleasure that tore through her, one by one, excruciatingly exquisite as she exploded outwards to fully twelve feet in height.

She lay there, writhing and squealing, trembling as she extended slowly. Oh wow, that had felt amazing! She’d never experienced anything like that, ever. She could still feel it all over. She drew a finger up an ample thigh and jolted at the response.

“Well, that must have been a good dream,” she mused to herself, a grin quirking on her lips as she bathed in the afterglow of coming. “If only I could remember what, or who, I was doing…” She shrugged her massive shoulders, not noticing as her left strap gave way under a torrent of burgeoning titflesh, exposing an areola capped with a nipple bigger than a dollar coin.

She giggled headily, feeling amazing, her breath still coming quick. 

It was only when she slipped into the pool, still grinning, and attempted to move away from the shallows that she realised something was up. Her eyes fixed on the sign that read ‘9ft’, beside her plump, rounded ass stretching the bikini bottom to the thinnest of G strings, and then moved up and down taking in the rest of her body as it gradually rose further above the waves.

Yeah, she’s maintaining that poker face, but I can literally feel how turned on she is by the idea. Bigger again I told her, that was my offer. She said she’’d think about it, but I could by the way she’s already adapting her posture, accentuating her new assets... the arrestably low cut top isn’t a bad hint either. She’s already hungrier than even she knows for it. That’s how addiction works.

Bra Logic: A DD is bigger than a D, but a AA is smaller than an A.

She had done it. Finally, after months of blood, sweat, and tears, she’d made promotion. Now it was time to reap the bene--

The intensity made Anya buckle over. She looked at her hands gripping the sides of the chair to retain balance as they stretched over its leather surface, nails digging in. She could feel her clothes tightening, the skirt around swelling hips, shoes crushing, and her shirt as her tits ballooned. Soon she was left in just her underwear as it struggled to cover her enlarging form.

Anya mewled in pleasure, writhing. She ground thick thighs together, enjoying the wetness as her legs lengthened, propelling her first to six, then seven, and then eight feet in orgasmic spurts. Her ass stuck out with a tantalising impunity, though still dwarfed by the gargantuan breasts that jutted four feet from her chest. The whole process occurred in under 2 minutes, and she was still shaking, her throat raw as she heard a knock on the door. She turned to see Brian, a co-worker, standing gobsmacked in the doorway. A former co-worker, she reminded herself, remembering her now elevated position. Now her underling. He began to take a step back, but found her hand firmly against the door above him. The bulge in his pants confirmed that he would be a good starter for the afternoon.