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And now you know why I never lower my webcam any further than that. Ah, but that’s not the end of the story. Want to know a secret? They can get... bigger.

How? Quite elementary, horny boy, you are the answer. Go on, start stroking ourself off while I explain, it always gets me horny, I even get wet imagining that. 

Ah, there you go, I love seeing how turned on you are. Masturbate for me, yes. Now, I’ll need you to stroke off for me this time, just so you can see it happen. Then you’ll always be ready when the time comes. Yes, keep stroking that big dick of yours, I bet it’s delicious...

Oh, well I might as well check yes... Mmm... Oh yes,  it is good isn’t it. My compliments to the chef. mmm, now don’t get distracted, just keeping jerking off for me. I want you to come all over my big titties, because... they’ll grow. 

You heard me right. Whenever you come al over these big boobs of mine, they’ll get larger and larger - every single time, and for every single drop. Mmm... I’m surprised you haven’t come just thinking about that yet mister, I know I have any times. 

Perhaps... but no.

Hmmm... Maybe you need a little help this time, ey? Ah, I thought that might be the case! Well, then don’t wait around, stick that thick piece of meat between my tits and let’s go.

Mmm... I like licking your cock when I titfuck you. Mmm... but I won’t swallow this time, because I want it all over my breasts. Just imagine when you explode all over my big, big tits, and then hold that in your mind a second, before imagining them getting bigger, growing, enlarging. Oh God, I’m getting close just thinking about it. 

Yes, yes, I can feel it building inside you. Your cock is swelling so full, these titties are gonna need that spurt to handle it. It’s throbbing, uh. Ooh, let me kiss it, god you’re so big ad hard. 

Come on, come on, come for me. Get big and blo your load all over  my titties so I can get all big for you. h god, baby, yeah,, yeah, yes! Here we go, come on, e! Oh yes, come for me, come! Oh! Ohhhhh!

The necklace was placed over Alessia’s head, and she became queen. The heavy weight of gold and jewels settled on her, tugging down from her collar bone to below her midriff. In the centre of the carcanet was placed the most precious of all the things bestowed upon her - The Queen's Orb. It was not forged or cut from any material known to this world. The thing had fallen from the heavens and had been fashioned into the centrepiece of the necklace, which had been worn by the dynasty for over three millenia.

She breathed in, and was surprised to not fell any different. She did not feel as her handmaid had described it, herself being stretched far and wide across the kingdom, to watch over and bear each burden and suffering. She did not experience the rush of fright or pain that had been indoctrinated into her expectations.

Then the high priest announced off in the distance, that she had passed the final test of faith, and knelt, requesting his new Queen to rise. And so Alessia did, marvelling at this last trick. So she was worthy yes. It was now for her to lead her people, and she had pased their greatest test, submitting to the threat of eternal suffering for their sakes.

She continued to stand, going up and up, and she realised she was a full foot taller than when she had knelt and removed her upper garment. The aspect of the goddess was coming upon her then, and instead of pain, she in fact felt powerful, regal pleasure. With confidence she rose taller and taller, and into her grew the symbol of the goddess - the hourglass, the balance might last for all time. Her hips pelvis and chest began to expand, faster than the rest of her.

By the time she had passed the nine foot mark, each breast had exceeded the size of her head, while retaining their beautiful, sculpted, tear drop shape. Her posterior had swelled too, pulling up inch after inch of the loose, flowing cloth of the lower half of the robe. Along with her buttocks, her hips and thighs widened to match, thickening and parting further than her shoulders, keeping pace with the heft of her breasts.

She continued to grow, taller and thicker, during the ceremony, to match her regal station and wisdom. However, if she ruled well, it would not be the last she would experience, for the Queen, or as she would be later known, the Empress, was a representation of the bounty of the land.

Well... There was only one way to get her to believe me. How was I meant to know that my ‘best’ friend would plaster this all over the net?

I panicked, ok? My boobs... they were just growing by the hour! I had gone through outfit after outfit, racing to shops in tightening shawls just to grab even bigger sizes! But then when I woke up the next day... Let’s just say bras had become dinky things of the past (and well my panties were soon to follow - not kidding, I was literally cutting them off with scissors when my butt just burst right out of them).

So I called Vivian. I had to. And then when she laughed at me, and even started getting irritable at my persistence... Well I had to do something!

She wasn’t going to believe pics... And so I sent her a video. By now the growth had accelerated, and you could actually see it happening there on camera! I was getting huge by this point, but then I guess you and the rest of the damn world probably know that already!

I won’t lie, growing feels good, and videoing it well... It made me feel a little dirty, in a good way. And then what does fucking Vivian do? She sees me hourglassing out, and uploads the fucking clip! Right there on her damn Tumblr! 

Of course, I had the original taken, and her blog was even banned, but come on, that shit was cloned and stored deep within hard drives in minutes of it hitting the net.

Like fricking wildfire, it spread faster than my cleavage and cheeks. Now, once again, I’ll admit... It doesn’t exactly displease me, imagining all of you... fantasising about me, in fact pretty much the opposite (Well I guess it’s kinda 2 way), but it’s not like I was 100% together at the time.

Of course, the press were all over it as soon as they got wind, and well, at least since I got the new curtains, they haven’t been able to get any snaps of my latest growth...

All I can say is... thank god for Kickstarter. At least I could get some clothes delivered. There were more than a few people wanting themselves delivered to my door too. I may take some of this new following up on that. In the mean time, thanks so much you guys for being my lifeline! I’ll make sure to post a thank you video for all you wonderful people soon.

Over and out! 

xxx

Ellie

xxx

P.s. Thanks to the sender of the tablet. The keyboard became unreachable a day and a half before it arrived. (don’t ya just luv that fast service! x)

P.p.s Did I mention how much I love you guys?? XXXXX <3

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride...

Kat drank another glass, and her tits ballooned out again further, but she didn’t notice. She was busy in her reverie, getting solidly plastered and looking to get laid.

Most of the guests had gone, but Kat saw a candidate. She took another few swigs of the dark wine. It tasted good she thought, trying to read the label on the bottle as her swelling tits shredded the top of the dress.

She couldn’t make out the letters, but it didn’t matter. Kat had found it in the cellar, and it was all hers. She felt good, sexy, and by this point a fair bit more than tipsy. She approached her prize, who was sleeping and, draining the last third of the bottle in one thirsty rush, corked her mouth with the man’s cock.

It responded immediately, swelling huge in her mouth, and she grew instantly wet. Kat’s tits sank to the cool floor where she kneeled, and the hard man opened his eyes, which widened before her libido took control.

This was my dream. Growing enormous, beautiful breasts! I had always dreamed of it, and yet, now I had them well past the size of the palm of my hand... they weren’t enough.

I pleaded with the doctor. I needed them bigger. He didn’t understand, wouldn’t understand. I felt something growing in me, an intense desire. I decided to seduce him. I would make him make them bigger.

Soon enough, my tits were rubbing up and down on his meaty dick. I had never done this before, and it felt exciting as he thrust up against my ribs, my tits wholly enveloping his hard cock. My breathing was ragged as he tugged at my nipples, driving me on like a rider with his reins, willing me to tittyfuck him until he exploded all over me. My hands, just beneath his, jiggled the vastness of my boobs,

I could smell his cologne, could see the sweat gathering around the rim of his glasses, and he licked his lips, gasping with the pleasure I was bestowing unto his manhood. Yes, I wanted him to come all over me. it was no longer about getting what I wanted through this - this WAS what I wanted, what I had wanted all along. I knew it somewhere inside me.

His pleasure began to swell, and I held my breath, jerking my breasts up and down over his rock hard phallus with lightning speed. And then... he came. Gloriously, all over me; in my face, all over my tits. His hot spunk pooled in my cleavage, and I immediately began to rub it in feverishly, licking up hot streams of the white river. Then I pressed again, unrelenting, and another shuddering spurt ejected from his veiny penis, as it throbbed jet after jet, expending his enormous balls utterly.

And then... I began to grow again, as somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would.

Scowling, Verity clacked down the aisle, fists clenched. No, she had not wanted to try a bloody sample. but that that hadn’t stopped Mr-Eager, had it?

She was already late to her meeting, and was just getting credit to top up her phone when, as she had rushed towards the automatic doors of the shop, she was accosted by a young man brandishing a spray bottle, asking if she’d like to try out his company’s latest product. 

Normally, she might have stopped, but not today. No way. Today she had an important meeting, and the last thing she wanted was to look frazzled from her rush. If she hurried now she would have two minutes to get there, just beond the other side of the shopping centre.

Her heels clicked quickly as she walked away with her purchase, frantically typing the code into her phone. As she completed the final digits, a sense of calm overcame her, and she breathed in deep.

A button popped off her shirt, but she didn’t look down. No one would notice, and besides, she probably looked better like that anyway. Smiling, she unzipped her unusually tight jacket, exposing the new round orbs poking against her blouse, musing that it was too hot anyway for it... or was that just her, in fact?

She was almost halfway there. She had lost three more buttons, and her rapidly expanding breasts were in the process of ripping through another, but she had gained an overwhelming sense of confidence, so it didn’t matter. She strode, straight backed and chest forward, making its way head of her by an ever increasing amount of inches as she slipped through cup sizes. Heads beside her bobbed in time with her jiggling chest as it spilled out beneath the confines of her now miniscule-looking bra, black silk peeking through her shirt and she stopped walking at the bottom of the escalator. 

As she rose slowly, she gave a sigh mingled with contentment and nervous excitement, putting a great rent in her bra as she shot past the D range. She could feel it, today was the start of something new, something big.

She felt a slightly uncomfortable tickle, layered over a wedge of pleasure that was spreading below. Odd, she was feeling really... sensitive. All the better she supposed, feeling the snugness of her panties as her ass began to expand. She felt something behind her, and saw a man move back, his face stark with surprise. She gave him a wink, and wiggled her bottom a little as she unconciously grew another few inches. Her hips began to flare out too, stretching the skirt even tighter. She felt a moistness form a trail down her thighs, and they pressed together, thickening as her panties assumed more the shape of a thong at this stage.

She got off the escalator, and stumbled for a moment on hips that were now wider than her shoulders, but strong, thick legs caught her and guided her powerfully across the remaining distance, assuming a brisk, sexy sashay.

It was an unusual day, but she felt marvellous, electric. Her clothes felt great against her skin, all tight and... getting tighter, something said in the back of her mind. She only smiled in well-being, eager to reach her destination as her form changed further. Sexier and sexier she grew, with full lips and a narrowing waist, trim and toned. She stretched her arms outwards, and felt her jacket begin to tear a little, as she began to get taller. 

Every step was a longer one, and the G-cup amazon halted her growth at six feet, with hair hanging down below her waist, covering the split in her skirt. Her ass was a tight, round, enormous cushion, tapering with thick thighs to her still dainty feet. She was a graceful hourglass, powerful and beautiful.

She walked through the doors of the building and towards the office. This was going to be good...

She threw down the bottle overcome with sensation. She could feel every fibre of her shirt as her breasts exploded outward with growth. They cannoned up and out of the size chart, and every little sting from her poly-cotton shirt was a wave of pleasure. Within seconds, her breasts had exceeded her head in size. She didn’t know if it would end, and didn’t care. All she knew was that she didn’t want the pleasure to stop.

“Dear God,

“I know you work in mysterious ways. And don’t think I’m not grateful! After all, I’ve gotten this big – no, huge – in just the two months since I first prayed for tits big enough to put that silly white bitch Suzie to shame. Now look at me! I’m spilling out of every bra I’ve ever owned, and Suzie crosses her arms over her chest every time I sit down at the lunch table with her.

“But I was thinking… and if you don’t want to, that’s fine, I’m completely OK with the blessing you’ve already bestowed upon me and all that – but I was thinking that maybe I could stand to get a little bit bigger still. You know, just a few more inches on the measuring tape. It’d make landing that smart, wealthy, husband that Mama and Nana keep praying for me to find that much easier, wouldn’t it? And bigger boobs would mean that the children that I’ll have with him – and I know you love children, that’s, like, the one thing that the priest preaches about every week, the evils of condoms and all that – anyway, those children will be able to absolutely thrive if I had big breasts full of milk for them.

“Plus, I know that that hunky guy Kevin on the football team is absolutely crazy for huge boobs. Like – well, I’m sure you’ve seen his porn stash. You’re God, you know everything. So if you want me and him to hook up, then I’m going to need to be a lot bigger up here, right? Right.

“So that’s all I’ve got tonight, God. I ask you and Jesus Christ, your Son, that with the Spirit, our welcome guest, you guard our sleep and bless our rest, etc etc. And bigger breasts.

“Amen.”

Oh baby! Thank you! 

Surprised? Well I was too, you sneaky man, you.

Mad? No, I love them, they’re great! Besides, I was the one snooping around in your office.

Well, I was honestly kind of unsure before, y’know? I was afraid you’d think I wasn’t being serious or something.

Ohhh... How does it feel? Well, pretty good, I must say, but I’m pretty sure they’d feel much better if you we were face to face and not just on chat.

Yeah, she’s out, but you’re the one who decided to go on a business trip. But hey, make some eye contact for a second, I was trying to tell you something. I’ve wanted this my whole life, and I can’t tell you how good - not just physically by the way - it feels. I feel more... complete, I think, like I was meant to be this way but just wasn’t until now.

Aha, it is more than I expected too, how did you manage to get hold of this?

Fine, be secretive, but, umm... listen. Now this is going to sound crazy, but can you get hold of any more?

Yes.

Yeah, I know, but- ok, let me be straight with you. How much can you get hold of? I feel our relationship certainly has further room for expansion...

Without noticing, she slid upwards, another few inches taller. My cock was quick to begin its reciprocation, but I stifled my libido momentarily, intending to take the smart route. I loved her, and this was a sensitive moment but, by God, she was the sexiest woman alive.

I embraced my giant girlfriend, my hand ‘accidentally’ brushing her nipple, which she most likely hadn’t even realised stood taut  and ready through the strained bra. She tried unsuccessfully to stimy a gasp, and I looked up in mock concern, my hand grasping her right breast in my ‘alarm’. This only elicited a moan, and her dainty yet powerful hands drew me closer to her. I took this opportunity to press my head against her and lightly kiss her enormous left breast. A moan escaped her, and I pretended not to notice that, or how she not to subtly began to grind against my leg. She still wasn’t used to being so big, where it was difficult to do anything ‘small’.

Her chest began to heave a little as she took deep breaths, the only sound in the silence of our embrace. I loved teasing her like this, feigning unconcern as she got hot and bothered. I could tell it turned her on when she was normal sized... but now? Well, the minute ripping sounds from her XXXL lingerie were the smallest indications.

“No, don’t...” she whispered, her voice high and breathy.

“Don’t what?” I said, unable to prevent the corners of my mouth from lifting a little, and my hands tightened a little against her sensitive tits, my hot breath wafting over her large, thickening nipple as my tongue darted in and out from my mouth. A slick sweat had begun to nestle within her cleavage, and the smell of her sex was strong in the air.

“Darling, we only just... I haven’t had time to shrink down again!” she said, trying to muster the voice of reason from the faculties that remained to her in the tide of her libido.

I merely looked at her, my intent plain and unblinking in my eyes.

She bit her lip, whimpering as her proportions very slowly increased, her tits puffing against their restraints, her hips, ass, and thighs swelled juicier, as she of course, got bigger and bigger, squirming in ecastsy as she enlarged all over.

“But sweetie, I’ll grow again!” she cried out in a tone of waning concern, as another seam creaked and she paradoxically pressed my hard on against her wet panties. Too little, too late.

“Yes, you will.” I replied.

“I want to be sweet and gentle with you but it’s not like before. I’m just so big and you’re so tiny. I have to be so careful, my breasts… They could crush you so easily… I can’t even feel you between those monsters! And they just keep growing! This bra… It’s getting tight… Please, sweety, be careful.”

‘Oh shit... how many were in there?’ you wonder, your eyes like saucers.

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A Swell Party

Tiffany held her pose, hoping the fabric would last long enough for her boyfriend to take the photo. The click coincided with a loud rip of a seam giving way, yet the flash was not met with one of her own. Tiffany made sure not to sigh in relief, and dashed as quickly as a girl with huge, swelling tits who is wearing heels who may also have had one too many drinks could from the poolside and back into the house.

As she opened the bathroom door her dress was completely rent in two by her tits as they exploded out in their full filling glory, protruding over a foot outward from her chest, She quickly clamped them with both hands, as if attempting to hold back their enormous swell as they pushed past soccer ball size, before realising the door was still fully open and that there was a very large mirror to her right. Leaving one arm to hopelessly cope with the heaving balloons of growth, she spun around to slam the door. Newton’s Second Law of Motion sensed this, and the momentum of her gargantuan mams sent her crashing into the realisation of what a suddenly altered centre of gravity feels like. Between was the door, which crashed shut as she toppled to the floor, her  mammoth tits landing heavily upon her only a moment later.

She sat there dazed, looking down at them as they descended lower and lower upon her rib cage, shredding the dress to ever smaller rags. She was hypnotised by the way they ate up the empty air around them, pushing out to begin to cover her arms a little, and she began to--

At a pounding on the door she squealed and fumbled for the lock and snapped it across the door. The panic from outside subsided slowly, or she began to pay it less heed as she fell back into watching. Her eyes widened as her bosom grew bigger and bigger, rapidly swelling to fill her lap. Tiff’s new dress had completely fallen away, and she looked at the ruined white material. It was only then that she was able to become distracted enough from the shocked terror that had overcome her that she began to realise how... good it actually felt. She looked down at her boobs as they engorged further and further afield, and each stir of expansion ignited her with sensation. 

Her fingers moved to unclick the lock on the door, outside which Sean was still pleading in utter obliviousness, but her eyes never left her new assets. 

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 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.

‘Time is ticking, and my hourglass is only filling.’

Jenna smiled to herself, admiring the photo she had just taken of herself. Her figure, even to her, was breathtaking - even shocking. She was now the proud owner of a generous E-cup, verging on F, and a behind which devoured her ex-boyfriend’s Batman shorts, the only thing that currently fit her.

She looked down. ‘Damn, all the right junk in all the right places.’ Her grin widened, and she snapped another pic. Of course, there was a hell of a lot of getting used to, but she figured that the endorsements she would soon be getting from her  online profiles would pay for a new wardrobe, and much else besides.

She pictured Andy’s face agog as photos of her flooded the internet. He would cry himself to sleep, thinking over his spent dick that he could have had this all, just for him and him alone. He would know how badly he had fucked up when he left her that night alone in the construction yard, and hadn’t even bothered to see if she was alright. The explosion had changed her, while he was off with some floozy, but this bitch was now back, bigger and better than ever. She felt a slight tingling, and cooed, enjoying the sensation rushing through her...

Your mind told you to back away, but a certain other part of you drew closer to her. She grinned, her panties catapulted across the alleyway.

“Looks like I’m not the only one getting bigger!” she advanced hungrily upon her prize, licking her lips as she knelt before you, still looming larger than life “Let’s see if I can give you a spurt of your own.” You felt her hands clamp tightly around your ass, lightly thumbing the buttocks, which were taut with anticipation. You wonder if she had even noticed the trousers she had ripped away.

“Well, what can I do? I spent my last paycheck buying new clothes and this custom bra!” 

Ally winced at the tightness, which would have been excruciating but for the overcoming pleasure of her boobs as they bloated bigger and bigger

“I guess I’ll have to make do without. Oh well, better get started on that back training regimen!”

A seam uttered an ominous rip. 

“Looks like I’m going to need it.”

A nipple surfaced from above the straining lace, causing her to suck in a deep breath as it hardened in the cool air.

“Now, if I could only figure out a way to work out aaaand relieve this insane sexual tension.”

She smiled, cat-like, as an idea came to mind. Ally fumbled for her phone, somewhere beneath the wall of swelling tit, and quickly pressed redial.

All mock-innocent and girlish, she spoke into the mobile, curling her hair between two fingers while her breasts pushed further and further.“Hey Davey, do you think you could pwetty pwease come over and help widdle ol’ me out with something...” Her voice deepened to a husky tone as her other hand examined the heft of quad-boob spilling from the top of a cup. “...personal?”

A strap finally gave out and snapped like a catapult, coming to hang quivering while she paused, listening to his response. She crossed her legs, impatient with arousal, and took in her own fragrance.

“I think you’ll like it... but hurry, big boy, I’m growing impatient.”

Like clockwork. It was a bizarre bond that existed between the two of you... wedding rings, huh. The wreathed bands of gold you had purchased from a medieval-style lodge you had stayed in in France had certainly caused their fair share of embarrassment, but the benefits, like your wife’s tits, outweighed all the negative points.

Today  had certainly your lovely lady had certainly been worth the wait as she went out on her lunch break. You felt yourself straining as you fully opened the front door for her. No doubt, she felt it too, as she lost yet another button to her burgeoning cleavage.

“I came as fast as I could once I felt my tits start to grow.  After all, that’s how I know you’re getting horny…”

‘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.’

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.