Amy Was Always Evasive With Jack When He Asked Why She Insisted On Fucking With A Bra. She Would Mutter

Amy was always evasive with Jack when he asked why she insisted on fucking with a bra. She would mutter something about it feeling better, but that was only part of it. It was a good thing she was well endowed, otherwise he might notice that he wasn’t the only one staring at her juggs during sex. 

Tonight, as she rode him, she felt the heft of their enormity shove against the constraints of the bra, which she had tightened to obscenity while in the bathroom. She felt herself fill with his hard cock, and pushed harder, eager for pleasure.

Amy looked down, and was almost caught in the chin by her bouncing titties. She bathed in the sensation of tightness as the bra tugged to constrain her enormous boobs, undulating with each thrust. She was determined to break it today.

She visualised it, imagining the straps feeling tighter and tighter, and more flesh riding up over the top, desperate to be freed from the undersized underwear. She fantasised about her breasts swelling within their prison, growing bigger and bigger every time she plunged down again on to Jack’s cock, filling the huge bra beyond its capacity and bursting out. She moaned, thinking of them burgeoning forth, continuing to grow faster and faster, past her ribs, down to her waist, bigger, rounder, and wider, her nipples beginning to brush Jack’s hard chest, growing until he could suck on them, even as she would keep riding him, feeling his cock pulse harder and harder inside her. She picture his mouth filling, unable to contain gigantic nipples spilling out, over him across the bed, growing and growing, even as he began to come...

Soo, what are you more surprised at?

Your tongue is tied as the enormous tits attached to your ex-girlfriend loom in the yellow lamplight. She smiles devilishly, and her eyes follows yours down below her chin.

Hmm... Seeing me? The fact that I’m in your bed naked? Or is it, maybe, these puppies?

You do not hear the clunk of your briefcase connecting with the floor, nor the ominous crunch of the delicate $1000 Mac. Your jaw sags as she slowly rubs a nipple, and you are transfixed as it swells to hardness, even as you follow suit.

I’ve tried to be a good girl, waiting for you all day, while these babies ached and ached for you, but I couldn’t help it... I had to touch them, just a little bit. 

Her touch increases, and her hands begin to ply the soft, rippling flesh in earnest. She inhales, and her chest seems to swell before your very eyes. You take a step forward.

The pills work on their own well enough, but are sooo much better with a... catalyst. And there’s only so much a poor girl can do by herself. 

And you are startled to your senses as her breasts actually begin to push out, splaying her fingers further and further apart as she toys with them. She gasps at the sensitivity, and the low moan she utters fills your mind.

S-s-so biiiiiig!  Ahhhh!

Focus returns to her stare as her back arches, and as she comes down you see her boobs have already made up the distance. She spreads her thighs, and you hear a wanton whisper as her fragrance overtakes you

Help out a growing girl, will you?

A glass of wine and this swelling rack of mine make for a fine dine.

With each rep, I'm getting stronger. I can feel my muscles burning as they contract, tight as sweat trickles down my body, and then they bulge, just a little bigger again.The feeling of my abs, hard and taut, pressing against my skin, throbbing with pure power, is pure pleasure, and as I raise the bar high again, I can feel myself getting wetter.

Releasing some short pieces this morning

I’m currently on holiday in Budapest, and I’m writing a few shorts while waiting for the warm one beside me to rise (I’ve already been aroused for some time now, as you can tell).

One thing I love about mini-giant settings is when, independently if humans and giants are two different species or if the giants are just ultra-tall humans, you can’t say if someone will be regular or giant sized until their teenage years.

Suddenly, when people get to their first growth spurts, they start growing way too much, or the spurt just doesn’t end, and some of those small lanky children start getting one or two meters taller and tower over their friends while the big bullies just stop at “regular tall”. The big-n-small friend pairs get their roles inverted, the kid everyone though was going to be a giant was actually just the child of two tall parents, people don’t know how to deal with being waist-height on the friends they used to look in the eyes, people now suddenly suck at hide-and-seek, they don’t get why people are separated at PE class (well, they do get it, but they don’t care).

The feeling of outgrowing your old teachers? Man, they look so tiny now!

How’re they gonna talk to their crush without looking all huge and intimidating?

That corner you and your friend used to stay during breaks? There’s no way you can fit your 10 feet tall ass in there anymore.

And now you get why the corridors and doorways for the grownups are so huge.

And you can relate with that one person that had their growth spurt too early and had to craw in and out of the classroom.

But seriously, does Mrs Morgan have to talk so much about not picking up people? Like, come on, that’s common sense.

Screw it, I will pick up/be picked up by my best friend. Just you wait.

And there will be that one knucklehead who’ll pick someone unwillingly and get their ass suspended.

You heard that happens every year. Maybe that’s why Mrs Morgan is always so fucking done?

Also, if you’re close to a (now) big friend, perhaps they’ll let you have their old wardrobe now?

Alternatively, if you’re the (now) big friend, say goodbye to your favorite clothes and to the ones that come after then and so forth for like, 7 clothing generations.

Someone won’t just give up their old clothes and push their elasticity to the limits.

And will look like a packed baloney for that.

Getting used to obscene amounts of “look how big you are!”

Getting some help carrying all those books.

Alternatively, carrying everyone’s books because they so small and light for you.

Getting used to being larger than almost everyone you see and then seeing someone bigger than you going all “…but how??”

Alternatively, very slowly getting used to people being so big and suddenly you see someone who’s very tall for a giant and going “OH SHIT THEY’RE GINORMOUS”.

JUST PEOPLE LEARNING TO BE TOL/SMOL