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To be clear, the writing is 100% all-natural human brain garbage still.

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AI mid as hell

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Your brow furrowed as you looked at the email at the top of your inbox.

Important, please read

It was from your ex.

The two of you hadn't broken up on a bad note; in fact, neither of you had wanted to break up to begin with. But she'd gotten a one-in-a-lifetime job offer halfway around the world, and after a lot of long, painful conversations, you'd agreed that:

she absolutely had to take it

there was no way you should have to uproot your own life to follow here, and

neither of you wanted a long-distance relationship with an almost ten-hour time difference.

And so, you'd broken up your year-long relationship, and agreed, in order to make it easier on yourselves, to go fully no-contact once she'd moved.

Swallowing with trepidation, you opened the email.

First things first: Don't open the attachment yet! Very important. Ok, with that out of the way... Hi, sweetie. I know we said absolutely no contact, but I've got some important news I think you're going to want to hear. Well, three pieces of information, I guess. One: I hate it here. The job sucks, the company sucks, the country sucks, it's all awful. I gave it an honest try, really truly I did; I didn't want to have thrown away everything in my life just to give up right out of the gate, but a year in and I can't deny it any longer: it's not me, it's them. So I'm moving back, end of the month. Which leads to point number two: I still love you. I know, I know, I know. We agreed we wouldn't hold a torch for each other. That we'd date again, once we were done healing from our breakup. Well, I tried, really I did, but I've basically spent the last twelve months comparing date after date to you and they've all come up woefully short. If -- and I fully understand if you've moved on and don't want to hear from me, the ex who broke your heart -- if you're still single, I want to see if, maybe, we can rekindle things when I'm back. That, however, also leads me to point number three. Something in the water here, or the food, or maybe just the stress of moving halfway around the world... well, whatever it is, I've put on... about fifty pounds? In the last year. It's, um, a lot. And now you can go look at that attachment above...

You do so... and your jaw drops. This must be a joke. It has to be.

...and now you see the other part of it. It's a very, shall we say, localized gain.

You flip back to the picture. She'd always been an almost scarily-skinny person, five-foot-five but barely a hundred pounds soaking wet.

I really hope that, well, that thing we talked about one time when we discussed fantasies is still true, and that you meant it.

You'd admitted to her one night that your deepest sexual fantasy was a woman with stupendous, enormous, utterly unrealistic tits.

Because I don't think they're stopping anytime soon, either, and I could use someone to help me with them.

She was massive.

The picture was of her standing in front of a tall mirror, in what you assumed was her bedroom. It was definitely her: same frizzy dark-brown hair, same pale skin, same lovely purple eyes.

She was wearing just a lacy bra and panties, but before when that would have revealed her skinny form and maybe B-cup breasts, her enormous bra was struggling to contain an absolutely massive pair of tits. Her entire torso was swallowed up by them. She was resting her arm on her left one, taking the picture.

How was this even possible?

Anyway, I'm flying back on Thursday for an initial visit to try and rent an apartment... unless you want to try again.

You hit "reply" immediately.

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Woohoo! Glorious return!

We'll see if it sticks. I've got a pretty busy life these days.

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Princess Guinevere beamed at her husband.

"Oh, what a delight it is to be finally wed to you, my glorious lovely prince!"

Prince Consort Rupert snorted. "Gwen, darling, it's just the two of us. You can call me Rupert."

Gwen laughed, a high, tinkling laugh that made Rupert's heart soar. "Oh, alright, you brute. But it's hard for me, you know, to be less proper."

"It's amazing you can be proper at all with such a sinful body," Rupert teased her, reaching over and gently cupping her full breasts. "You've got the tits of a woman designed solely for pleasure."

Gwen shuddered as he played with her exquisitely-sensitive breasts. "Mmm, and you just know that I've been dreaming of everything we can do now that the wedding bells have finally finished ringing out for us..." She unclasped her corset and threw herself back onto the bed, setting her tits bouncing. "Come and undress me, husband, and let's get to work on finally fully enjoying each others' bodies..."

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"I hear the whispers, you know," Rupert said as he undressed across from his wife, Queen Guinevere.

"What whispers?" she replied, face a mask of innocence, only the tiniest smirk reaching her lips.

"The common people call us the horniest nobles in the world."

"Mmm, they might not be wrong. I think I've spent perhaps only a few months since our wedding without at least one child in my belly. And few royal families can boast fifteen heirs in just eight years."

"With more on the way," Rupert said, gazing lustfully at Gwen's massively-pregnant belly and swollen tits.

"Well, who can blame me, with a husband as incredibly handsome and irredeemably horny as you?"

Rupert rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm the horny one? If the common people knew even a tenth of the filthy language you recite when you're begging for me to fuck you, they'd be appalled."

"Well, if you'd only do your job and keep your queen properly satisfied, I wouldn't need to filthy my mouth with such profane sentiments..." She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, her huge belly and tits obscuring her face from Rupert's gaze.

"Oh, is that how it is?" Rupert said, stepping forward. "Well, I shall have to make sure that my performance this evening is up to your majesty's standards..."

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"I caught one of your courtiers staring today, you know."

"Just one?"

"The new one, wearing the green doublet."

"Oh, Simeon. Yes, he's just arrived from his northern estates, son of Lord Revees. It's his first time at court."

"Well, he'd better learn to be a little more circumspect." Rupert frowned. "Staring at my wife is so rude."

"Can you blame him?" Queen Guinevere asked her husband, rhetorically.

"You're a magnificent specimen of womanhood--" Rupert began, before she cut him off.

"--my tits are as big as wine barrels, you mean," she said, smirking.

"All the better to feed our many children with," Rupert said. "And besides, I don't think I've ever heard you complain about being the most endowed woman in your realm."

"Oh, quite the contrary!" She hefted one massive breast in her arms, the nipples just out of reach of her extended fingers. "I positively adore how your basest affections have turned me into the cow-queen of the continent! I'm as plush as an overstuffed sofa, and my people love me for it."

"...and?"

"...and gods damn it, if you don't get over her and fuck another heir into me in the next minute I'll have you... have you..." her creativity failed her. "...your queen demands it!"

"Yes, your highness!" Rupert smirked as he pulled off his trousers. "On the double."

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Katie unleashes her chest on prom night

Tim parked the car and killed the engine, and for a moment, all was quiet. The town's lights spread out over the cliff like a warm blanket, and he and Katie admired the view.

"It's so pretty," Katie said, looking down at their small town.

"Not as pretty as you," Tim said, looking over at his prom date.

She giggled at his corny line, setting her buoyant chest bouncing. "Well, you've got me all alone up here, what do you say we get comfy?" The two of them quickly made their way to the backseat, where Tim just so happened to have a big, soft blanket.

"I have to warn you," Katie said, coming up for air for a moment, "I'm a little bigger up top than I look. You're OK with that, right?"

"Don't worry, babe, you're gorgeous no matter what," Tim said, pawing at her bra's hooks. There seemed to be a surprisingly large number of them...

As the last hook came undone, Tim's world exploded.

"Oh god yes!" Katie screamed, as two enormous breasts erupted from beneath her suddenly-loosened bra. Instantly, the car they had been sitting in was vaporized by her rapidly-expanding chest. Tim found himself wedged between what felt like two massive, warm, peachy elephants, each one jostling against him.

"It's been-- so long-- since I took off-- my bra!" Katie tried to explain to Tim between shuddering gasps of pleasure as her breasts continued to decompress. "I didn't know-- how big I'd gotten!" She didn't say it, but she could feel the town smothered beneath a small part of her left tit, the rest of them powering their way across multiple square miles of farmland.

A deep rumble from within her titanic tits signified a renewed inflation, and Katie felt the pinpricks of the state capital's skyscrapers snapping off the far edge of her tit, hundreds of miles away.

Tim's face, white as a sheet, was all Katie could see other than her stupendous bosom. "What's-- what's happening?!" He shouted over the roar of her breasts' growth passing the sound barrier.

"I'm a BIG girl!" Katie yelled back, running her hands over the small part of her tits she could reach. "I've always tried to keep them contained, but... it feels so good to let loose!"

The varied sensations were coming in fast, now. Cold water, probably an ocean, on the bottoms of her tits, but also a weird weightlessness at the tops, where they were escaping from the atmosphere and starting to collect satellites down her cleavage. Just a few moments later, Katie's growth enveloped the moon, which shattered into tiny pieces once it ran up against her continent-sized nipple.

"Yes, I'm finally letting myself be free!" she cried, as her tits overran must of the solar system. The earth itself was now little more than a speck for her to rest upon, Katie's impossible breasts crushing and vaporizing everything else in their path as their volume continued rushing out from her previously hyper-compressed state.

Tim clung helplessly to Katie's legs as her breasts seemed to want to drag him deeper and deeper into her cleavage, which (although he had no way of knowing it) had now all but swallowed the entire Milky Way like little more than a few grains of sand down her shirt. He knew for certain, though, that being sucked into that infinite void would be both the end of him, but also an extremely pleasurable way to go.

Katie stretched her back, and her breasts responded by further increasing their unspeakable growth. Galaxy after galaxy were brushed aside by her impeccable knockers, entire advanced alien civilizations crushed between her unstoppable expansion.

Finally, Katie felt a strange pressure constraining her perfect tits. "Ugh, it's like my bra all over again," she grumbled as her breasts began to squeeze against the outer edge of the universe itself.

Tim's face grew even paler, if that were possible. "...what is?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll be damned if I'm going to put up with being bound up like that ever again!" She threw back her shoulders and willed herself to bust through the walls of the universe itself.

Her breasts, eager to continue to expand to their fullest extent, happily complied, crashing through the logical bounds of the universe and spilling out into the chaotic multiverse beyond.

Tim could feel existence itself shudder, a bowel-quivering sensation that terrified him even deeper than his prom date's eldritch chest had. "How much bigger can you get?" he asked, voice shaking.

"Let's find out!" Katie replied, grinning as she felt her breasts' growth continuing to speed up, crashing through universe after universe, popping them like fragile soap bubbles as they ran up against her infinitely-more-real tits.

She suspected the true answer was "infinitely bigger", but she didn't want to scare off Tim just yet. She really did like him, and she was also pretty sure he was the only other man still alive, so she figured they'd better get along. She was sure he'd get used to the idea of dating a big girl like her...

...eventually.

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Definitely inspired by ryver8 on this one.

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Brianna lets her milky blessings spread on St. Pat's Day

Fittingly, one of the local churches was named after St. Brigid, and it hadn't taken long for Brianna to settle into the rectory, easily displacing the ancient, mouldering priest who had been assigned the post. She'd had the old man quietly retire into an apartment in town, but made sure to not inform the authorities of the newly-vacant parish.

That had been nearly a year ago, and in that time, attendance at the little stone-walled chapel had increased dramatically, with nearly the whole town attending every Sunday, to partake in Brianna's services.

Of course, a good shepherd leads her flock at all times, and Brianna made sure that she moved among the townsfolk separately from weekly services, too.

"Mmm, that's good, Sean. Drink up, and drink deeply."

Which explained why she was currently seated in Sean and Kelly's living room, breasts bare, the happy couple latched onto her enormous, milky breasts, each one suckling happily.

Sean and Kelly had been some of the earliest converts to Brianna's revival of the worship of Brigid. The newlyweds were a young, unattached couple, about her age, whom she'd spoken with a few times at the pub, and so when she'd called them and asked if they'd come visit her at her little cottage, they had been happy to come by. Within minutes of their arrival, she'd had them both under her spell, happily guzzling from her endless supplies of rich, creamy milk.

It'd been good for both of them. Sean, previously a reedy little man, was now a good fifty pounds heavier, having put on both muscle and quite a bit of chub thanks to Brianna's largess. And she had watched his package swell up impressively as well, growing fatter and heftier right along with the rest of him.

Kelly, meanwhile, had truly blossomed under Brigid's protection. Previously a practically waifish woman, all skin and bones (and bottle-blonde hair), Kelly was now every inch the proper Irish wife, with a good solid pair of wide hips, meaty thighs, tits like melons, curly red hair, and, new as of a few months ago, a big, firm belly with a new member of the family growing inside.

Brianna looked down at the two of them, glowing with pride. "Alright, that's enough of that, how about we get down to some true worship of our goddess, hmm?"

Eagerly, the young couple stood up and switched positions, having had plenty of experience helping Brianna with her 'ceremonies' before. Sean stood before her, cock firmly erect, while Kelly got down on her knees and dove straight between Brianna's thick thighs. Brianna scooted forward on the couch and took Sean between her lips, quickly working her way all the way to the base of his dick.

Brianna hummed appreciatively at Kelly's excellent technique, and within minutes, Sean groaned and released a massive load of cum down Brianna's eager throat. Brianna's own thigh-drenching orgasm wasn't far behind, and the flood of magically-tinged fluids into Kelly's mouth sent her spiraling into her own esctacy.

The three of them relaxed into the afterglow, Sean and Kelly both getting back up onto the couch to sit next to Brianna, who took up a good half of the three-seater with her hips alone.

As worship of Brigid had increased, so too had Brigid's blessings for her priestess. Brianna now stood an intimidating seven feet tall, and was easily that big around at her widest point, her hips necessitating a few magical adjustments to doorways in the rectory after she'd moved in. Everything about her felt far more bloated with both magical potential and just plain literal fat than it had on that now-momentous night she'd resurrected her goddess.

Her magical pregnancy was still there, still enormous, and showed no signs of progressing toward a birth, but Brianna knew, instinctively, that there was no rush -- she had plenty of time to go before the goddess was due. And plenty of time to grow the flock before then.

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I love your work, dear. ❤️ I’ve been looking all over for an old caption of yours. The picture was 4 anime girls standing beside each other against a wall and the caption was about a couple that had found a wand that could alter reality? When the boyfriend started changing things about his girlfriend, she didn’t notice anything so he pushed the limits and manifested 3 of her friends and altered reality so that they were all in a polyamorous relationship. Anyway… I’ve been looking all over for it and can’t seem to find it. Hopefully I’m not mistaken in thinking it’s your work but if it is, mind helping a gal out? ✨

Here you go.

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"Thanks again for helping me with this," Diego said as Karli helped carry the last box of Diego's belongings into her apartment. "The last week has been an absolute nightmare."

"Look, it's seriously no problem at all. I've been thinking about getting a roommate for a while, and you need a place to crash for a bit. You can stay as long as you like. After all, what are friends for?"

"Friends with spare bedrooms, no less!" Diego enthused as they both sat on Karli's couch. A number of boxes were still stacked around them, but everything was out of the apartment he'd been living in with his now-ex Mary.

Diego's mood soured again as the memory of walking in on her fucking another man in their bed splashed across his mind. He sank back into the cushions, then looked over at Karli. "I can't say you didn't warn me about Mary," he said.

"Don't blame yourself. You were in love!"

"With a woman who'd cheated on every single partner she'd ever had in her life."

"Well, love makes us do silly things," Karli said. "Here, let's unpack a little to distract ourselves." She reached over and pulled open one of the boxes next to her. "What's in this one?"

"That looks like kitchen stuff. That can wait. What's in this one? I should have labeled..." Diego reached forward an opened one right in front of the two of them.

"Oh hello," Karli said as she caught sight of something frilly and lacy sticking out of a pile of clothes awkwardly. "Is that one of...?"

"How did... yeah, that's, uh, one of Mary's bras..." Diego said, blushing. "I must have thrown it in when unloading my dresser."

Karli reached over and grabbed one of the straps, extracting the lacy undergarment. "She was pretty busty, yeah?"

"Uh, I guess, yeah..." Diego said, blushing slightly.

"You know, I'm curious how she stacks up to me." He figured Karli would just peek at the label or something, but to his surprise she started unzipping her baggy hoodie and then peeling off her loose t-shirt.

"You see, I've always downplayed it, but I'm actually kinda busty myself." Now she was sitting there just in what Diego assumed was a sports bra; it covered up her entire chest in a tight-looking spandex. Karli glanced at the label on Mary's old bra. "Hmm, band's going to be a little tight, but I think I'll be able to make it work."

And with that, she pulled her gray sports bra over her head, revealing her tits.

Diego tried to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull. Holy shit, his best friend was stacked! Where had she been hiding these monster tits?! And now she was taking off her top in front of him completely casually?

She wrapped the band around her torso, easily clipping the multiple hooks blindly on her back, then shrugged her arms through the straps. "Ready?" She asked, smirking at him.

Diego nodded dumbly.

"So she wore a 32G, which I will grant you, sounds pretty big. But some women need a lot more support than that. I'm going to guess this fit her pretty snugly?"

Diego remembered the first time he'd seen Mary topless. Her big, soft tits had filled up the padded cups perfectly, and she'd loved to tease him about how breast-obsessed he was, pushing them into his face and wearing low-cut tops on dates. But she also hated having him actually touch them, and discouraged him from giving them any attention during sex.

Karli pulled the straps up onto her shoulders, and this time Diego couldn't keep his jaw from dropping. "I think I last wore a G-cup in... I want to say middle school?" she said, clearly enjoying his reaction.

Mary's bra was utterly overwhelmed by Karli's tits. They surged up and out in every direction, bulging over the front of the cups, pressing against the straps, pouring out the sides. "How--" Diego stuttered. She'd looked huge topless, but crammed into Mary's bra, Karli's tits looked absolutely enormous!

"Mm, I get mine custom-made, but I think I'm wearing something like a 36P these days? They keep getting bigger, which is kind of a pain sometimes." She reached up and cupped the bra, making her tits look even bigger. "I will say, this little thing gives me some epic cleavage."

Diego shifted on the couch to try and hide his boner, but Karli apparently had different plans. "You like the view?" She reached out and, every so carefully, stroked his dick through his pants. Quietly, almost abashedly, she said, "If you're uncomfortable, I can back off--"

"--No!" Diego said, loudly, then blushed. "Um. No, please, uh, continue."

Karli smiled and got up off the couch, standing in front of Diego, her huge breasts still squeezed tightly into his ex's completely-inadequate bra. She leaned forward and gently kissed him, while snaking her hand down to his crotch again. "Want to help me get these pants off?" She breathed into his ear.

After some brief fumbling, Diego and Karli tugged his jeans down to his ankles, and his cock was finally free. "There he is," she said, stroking his cock with one hand while leaning over and shoving her cleavage directly into his face. "Here, let me take off this bra."

"I'll help you with that," Diego murmured, reaching up and deftly popping the clasps on the back of the strap. The overtaxed undergarment fell away, and Karli's tits surged forward, resting against Diego's chest as she leaned in for more kisses.

After a minute-long makeout session, Karli pulled back and slipped her arms out of the straps of the far-too-small bra. "Scoot forward," she said, dropping to her knees in front of him. Diego did so, and soon his balls were dangling right off the edge of the couch, his cock right at Karli's chest-level.

"What a handsome cock you have," Karli said, hefting it in her hands. She slipped her lips over the head for a moment, swirled her tongue around, and then pulled back. "Delicious to boot. But I think we're here for a different reason right now." She cupped her breasts in her hands and enveloped Diego's cock with them.

Diego felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. How could something feel so soft, and yet so firm? He let out a long, low groan as Karli started working her breasts back and forth along his shaft, her cleavage spacious enough to easily cover his cock. "F-fuck, that's so good..." He leaned back and tried not to immediately erupt.

"Don't hold back," Karli said as she picked up the pace. "Concentrate on my big, fat titties and how good they feel around your big, fat cock."

"Oh, oh..." Diego's hands reached out on their own, grabbing Karli's hands on the sides of her tits and squeezing, crushing her cleavage tightly around his dick. He leaned forward, muscles tense, and then...

"Fuck!"

Karli and Diego both felt his eruption. Spurt after spurt of warm, sticky cum filled the space between her tits, but not a single jet escaped the pillowy paradise. Panting, Diego collapsed backward, and Karli leaned back, releasing his cock, which fired off a single final parting-shot, landing directly on one of her pale-pink nipples.

Neither of them said anything for a little while; they just stayed in the afterglow, moving boxes still piled around them, Mary's discarded bra lying crumpled on the floor next to Karli's knee.

"So, uh..." They both said in unison.

Laughter. "OK, you first," Diego said.

"So, this, um, doesn't have to be a one-time thing," Karli said. She bit her lip. "I've kinda been crushing on you for a while."

"Funny, that's what I was going to say, too," Diego said. "You just always seemed uninterested. In anyone."

"Mm, I've got some walls up, I'll grant you that. But I think for you, I'll work hard to tear them down."

Diego slid off the couch and kissed her. They made out there on their knees for a minute, until Karli pulled back. "This is hot and all, but I can feel your cum starting to run down my stomach." She pulled her cleavage apart to reveal a big, messy wad of cum, rivulets of which were already starting to run down her soft belly toward her crotch.

"Oh, uh, sorry about that."

"Are you kidding? You've got nothing to apologize for, it was super-hot. But I kinda need a shower." Karli looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "And hey, I need to show you how to use the shower here! Come on, let's go get cleaned up." She stood and reached out her hand to help pull Diego up.

He took it, and as he stood he pulled her in for one more kiss. They made out for a moment, then broke the embrace and just wordlessly stared into each other's eyes for a moment, smiling.

"Alright, let's shower, you incurable romantic," Karli said, and they walked off toward the bathroom, Mary's bra completely forgotten.

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Did a few of your posts disappear? Can't find some of the newer stuff

No, I still see them in my profile view. They're tagged Mature, though, so make sure that you have your filters turned off.

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I stumbled across Big Catgirl Machine and was inspired to fork it off into a Perchance generator focused on breast expansion.

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"You should meet Mindy's sister."

"Are you seriously trying to set me up on a date with your girlfriend's younger sister?"

"Just... trust me, OK?"

And that was how you found yourself tagging along with Bill and Mindy to the botanic gardens to meet Tabitha. She was just a year younger than you were; Bill and Mindy had been a year ahead of you in college. But still, you were just humoring Bill here. You were planning on just letting this girl down easy.

And then you caught sight of the most incredibly large-breasted woman you'd ever seen on the path in front of you.

"...and this is Tabitha."

"Please, just Tabby." She looked you up and down, then held out her hand. "Nice to meet you."

You dumbly shook it, brain still catching up to the vision of absolute busty perfection before you. You must have managed to get your mouth into gear to say your name and some equally empty platitude. At least you didn't blurt out that she was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen!

The four of you began walking around the gardens, Bill and Mindy up front, you and Tabby behind them. You discovered that she was working remotely as a software developer, had a young puppy at home, and loved flowers. She also giggled in a very adorable way at your lame jokes.

"...So, I guess I should talk about the elephant in the room, huh?"

You gestured for her to continue.

"It's a condition. They're never going to stop growing, probably. Yes, my back hurts sometimes, and yes, I've considered a reduction."

"If I may be so bold, I think you're the hottest woman I've ever seen."

She stopped and turned to look at you. "C'mon, even most tit-guys think they're too big."

"No way."

"You're serious."

"As long as you're happy, I really honestly don't think there's any such thing as 'too big'." Bill and Mindy had gotten some distance ahead of you now. "Bill actually, uh, saw some of the porn I'm into in college on that theme. I think that might be why he decided to try and set us up in the first place."

Her face darkened. "So I'm just a fantasy?"

"Oh no no! This has been... really fun, actually. Believe me, I would love to keep getting to know you, um, tits or no tits."

There was a long pause. Then, suddenly, she smiled. "Congratulations, you passed!"

"Huh?"

"Bill and Mindy told me everything before we met. I figured if you could treat me like a real person even if I'm, like, literally a walking wet dream for you, that'd be a really good sign we could date. And they both vouched for you, of course."

"Well, I guess I'm happy about it. Not thrilled that Bill's telling people about my... preferences."

"I think this was a special case," Tabby said, then squeezed her chest a little, causing her cleavage to swell up through the neck of her shirt. "And I think it was worth it, no?"

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You and Tabby did, indeed, start dating after that. You lived on opposite sides of town, so you couldn't see each other all that often, but you tried your best to keep in touch every day, between dates.

This quickly evolved into Tabby sending you pictures with suggestive captions constantly, especially after the first time you slept over at her place.

hey loverboy, thought you might like the view

wow

have I told you how sexy you are lately?

not in the last twenty minutes happy to hear it again

you're the most beautiful woman in the world

AND you have the biggest tits

mmmm keep it up and you'll get your hands on them this weekend

can't wait ❤️

😘

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"They're bigger."

"I can tell!" She squeezed the clasp closed on her bra and turned to face you. "Wow. When we met, this bra fit perfectly."

"Certainly doesn't anymore."

You two were planning on celebrating one month of cohabitation with a nice dinner out on the town -- assuming that Tabby could squeeze her enormous bust into her dress.

"Must be all the attention you're lavishing on them lately," she joked, attempting to shift them around so they were at least bulging out of her bra evenly.

"Don't blame this all on me -- you're the one begging to wrap them around my dick every night."

"What can I say? I love seeing your cock vanish between my cleavage."

You shifted on the bed, stiffening as she continued playing with her tits in the bra. She grinned as she noticed your boner.

"orrrrr... we could just stay in tonight," she said, reaching back and popping the clasp on her bra. "I know we had a reservation, but I wouldn't mind just having your sausage for dinner instead..."

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Bonnie’s Bras

Bonnie grinned wildly when she heard the doorbell. It had been a few weeks since the last box, and she knew another special package was due to arrive any day now.

Excitedly, she pulled open her front door and found a gorgeous pink box sitting squarely on her doormat, a creamy ribbon wrapped around it, and a little card tucked away under the bow with Bonnie in neat cursive. She bent over to take it inside, and felt her shirt strain to contain her full, heavy chest, her nipples coming dangerously close to popping out of her top.

As usual, there was no identifying mark anywhere on the box, no explanation of where it had come from, only the tag that let her know it was for her. Bonnie brought it inside and made a beeline for her bedroom.

The ribbon fell away with a quick tug, and Bonnie pulled out the bra inside and whistled. It was a deep satiny black, and very lacy, and also enormous, far larger than her current undergarments. She checked the tag: 34N! Her last bra had been a somewhat-believable 32JJ, and even that had looked intimidatingly large when it had come out of the box.

Still, Bonnie started stripping down, knowing that even if it didn’t fit now, it would soon.

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Heather sighed as her roommate shifted in her sleep. Freshman year at college had turned out to be a lot like high school: surrounded by perfectly-nice and well-meaning girls who took pity on her as the cute flat-chested friend. Even now Heather could see her roomie Emily’s E-cups rising and falling steadily underneath the covers, and some small part of her burned with envy.

She turned and stared out the window into the star-filled sky, then rolled back over and tried to get to sleep. “I wish I had huge boobs, not these pathetic little A-cups.”

Unseen, one of the millions of stars overhead twinkled and fell, as Heather’s eyes sagged shut.

She awoke the next morning to the sound of her dorm room’s door closing as her roommate Emily left for her morning seminar. Groggily, Heather pulled the covers off herself, then tried to push the weird heavy lumps resting on her chest away as well.

Instead, her palm sunk into a warm, pliable mass, one that sent shivers of pleasure shooting through her body. She squeezed experimentally – her eyes still shut – and gasped, her hips arcing up away from the cheap mattress as an orgasm spiked through her skinny body. Heather shot up in bed and grabbed at her chest.

She was massive.

Where yesterday her breasts barely filled up a training bra, now instead two enormous mountains hung heavily off her front. They flowed over her grasping arms and filled her torso from her clavicles to the very bottom of her rib cage. Two dark-pink nipples stuck out as thick as wine corks swimming in puffy, teacup-sized areola.

Shocked, she pulled herself out of bed and over to the full-length mirror hanging off her closet door. Standing, they were even more impressive – crazily firm for their size, even her little innie belly button was still visible in their titanic shadow. She turned in place, noticing that the rest of her body seemed more-or-less unchanged, if maybe slightly more muscular. She raised her arms over her head and gawked as huge curves of boob were easily visible from behind.

Heather fumbled for her phone, thinking that she needed to call – who? The campus medial staff? 911? Maury? “Next week on Maury, Heather B, whose breasts went from zero to watermelons overnight – and the people who love her!” She stopped when she saw the lock screen, though, and stared.

It was still a picture of her and her best friend Julie from the previous summer when they’d gone to the beach together, same as it had been the night before, but now, instead of the two of them showing off their taut abs in matching two-piece swimsuits, there was now a simply astonishing amount of cleavage on display. The two of them were both titanically-busty, their pneumatic chests’ modesty only barely contained behind bikinis struggling to cover their nipples alone. Their arms were still wrapped around each other’s shoulders, but now instead of merely emphasizing their closeness, this also had the effect of smashing their busts together, making them appear even larger.

She unlocked the phone and pulled up the photos app, curious what else had changed. Her own mountain-like bust was omnipresent in every group photo, of course, impossible to hide or ignore even under the bulkiest of winter sweaters, but the rest of her friends seemed unchanged, save for Julie’s nearly-as-large pair.

She stopped on one picture taken just a few weeks previous, of the two of them hanging out on the quad with their game-partner and best male friend William. He had always been a quiet, supportive friend, and Heather had never before harbored a single sexual thought about him… but she stared at the picture with newfound intensity. William’s jeans looked, well, packed. He hadn’t worn a drop-crotch before, and now not only was he wearing baggier pants, they seemed almost too small, the subtle outline of a bloated salami visible through the denim.

She filed that away for later, and turned her attention to her closet, finding that it was full of clothes perfectly-sized for her outlandish shape. Four massive bras hung from hooks, each vast cup containing more fabric than most girl’s entire outfits. She wrestled her chest into a red one, and marveled at how even a bra bigger than most people’s heads was still barely large enough to contain her – there was an obvious bulge of tit rising up past the lip of the cup.

Throwing on her favorite pair of jeans and a tent-like t-shirt with the text I ROLLED A NATURAL 20 FOR MY CHARISMA CHECK, she headed out onto campus for her first class of the day, tucking the hem of the shirt into her waistband so that it didn’t flutter a foot from her navel.

So this is what being popular feels like, Heather thought to herself as she walked across the quad between her first and second classes of the day. Everywhere she went, people smiled at her and made small talk. The men she expected – fewer boys openly leering than she had feared, but even the subtle ones were clearly fixated on her. The women were a little more surprising; she clearly had been inducted into a loose-knit sorority of breasts at some point, judging by the way that she was apparently now on a first-name basis with some of the hottest women on campus.

None of them held a candle to her titanic tits, however. When she’d seen the picture on her phone with Julie, she’d worried that somehow she’d still end up being relatively small, that she’d still be a minnow among whales, but thankfully just the two of them appeared to have been magically transformed into the biggest-busted pair on campus.

“Heather!”

She stopped and turned in place, setting her bosom wobbling under her t-shirt delightfully, and her heart skipped a beat.

Is that what I look like? She drank in the vision of Julie making her way out of a building and toward her, five-foot-five with breasts that absolutely dominated her frame. She’d always been the more fashionable of the pair, and today was no exception, Heather’s grungy jeans and t-shirt contrasting neatly with Julie’s knee-length pleated skirt and chest-accenting tailored button-up. At least Heather assumed it was custom-tailored – there was no way anyone could buy a shirt with that much fabric covering one’s rack straight off the rack.

Julie and Heather hugged, and Heather was surprised when Julie gave her a gentle peck on the cheek. The hug was heavenly, the two abundantly-blessed girls’ chests crashing together and practically engulfing their bodies in warm, soft flesh. “How was physics?”

They made small talk for a while as they walked, Julie relaying a story about how her math professor had managed to get so turned around explaining something that morning that the class had to work through the textbook as a group to figure out where they’d all gone wrong.

“My place for games tonight like normal?” she said at the door to Heather’s next class.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Heather replied, and with another (all-too-) brief hug and a wink, Julie was gone.

Heather stepped into the lecture hall and sat down near the front, feeling the lustful gazes of her classmates washing over her. Any room she walked into, she was the center of attention, all thanks to her huge, wobbling mounds. Another girl, Laura, previously one of the girls that Heather would have considered one of the big-titted targets of envy, sat down next to her, and Heather couldn’t help but feel some pity for her – she was only, what, maybe an F-cup? Mere molehills next to Heather’s alpine mountains.

Finally, the professor strode in, and Heather’s attention was dragged away from her tits and back to her studies.

“I brought beer!”

“The three happiest words in the English language,” Julie quipped as Heather closed the door to Julie’s off-campus apartment. William was already there, and the three of them settled down around Julie’s coffee table. A small stack of board and card games sat off to the side.

“The usual stakes?” Julie asked, reaching for a box of Set to start the evening off.

“Fine by me,” Heather said, not entirely sure what she was agreeing to, but figuring it’d become obvious with time.

They played in relative silence, each one concentrating on matching patterns, and Heather didn’t realize she’d won until the end and they counted cards. “Oh yay!”

“Damn,” Will said good-naturedly, and without fanfare unbuttoned and pulled off his top. Julie was doing the same, revealing her bra-bound breasts.

“It’s never fair for me,” Will complained. “You both have an extra piece of clothing on top, while I just have my shirt.”

“I keep telling you to wear and undershirt, but you don’t listen,” Julie said, playfully rubbing her hand on Will’s surprisingly-defined pecs. “Just more eye-candy for the two of us, right Heather?”

“R-right,” Heather said, understanding now that the ‘usual stakes’ meant ‘loser-strips-down’. That said, she didn’t exactly mind the view… Will looked like he’d lost a dozen pounds or so since she’d seen him last, and Julie was plenty pretty to look at, too.

Heather wondered briefly if she’d always been bisexual, or if it was just boob-lust talking, but the idea of burying both of her friends’ faces into her cleavage seemed like the hottest thing in the world. She was shaken out of her reverie by Julie and Will looking at her expectantly. “What should we play next?”

“Catan?”

“Pssh, come on, we don’t have all night to waste before someone gets naked, pick something shorter!”

And so Heather did, grabbing Coup off the stack, and settling in to try and beat the pants – literally – off her friends.

“…and I believe that means I win, ladies.” Will smirked, sitting in his boxers, as he laid his cards down on the table. They’d been going through games quickly, the trio rapidly running out of clothes, but Heather was squarely in the lead, followed by Julie and then Will.

Julie groaned. “I guess that means I’m getting the girls out,” she said, reaching behind her back and popping the clasp on her bra, leaving her dressed only in a skimpy pair of bikini-style panties. Will leaned over and gave her exposed nipple a little tweak, which made Julie moan and grind her hips involuntarily.

Now that Julie was topless, Heather could get a really good idea of her relative size – and was pleased to note that, while she was indeed enormously busty, she was clearly outsized by Heather, who made her look small only in the way that a hippo would look small next to an elephant.

“You lost that round too, Heather, so I’d better see that bra of yours…”

“Fine,” Heather mock-pouted, and pulled off her t-shirt with a flourish, leaving her in just her underwear.

Julie gasped. “That’s the bra you’re wearing? But I thought it fit perfectly!”

“I guess I’m just a growing girl,” Heather said mischievously, running her finger along the overstuffed edge of one cup.

“Jesus, I’m never going to catch up, am I?” Julie crossed her arms under her breasts and pouted at William, who was clearly enjoying the show. “Tell Heather to make her tits stop growing, Will!”

“Girls, please, you’re both pretty!” Will’s erection was obvious now, tenting his boxers so dramatically the waistband had been pulled away from his hips. He had to be at least a foot long, probably even bigger, and the tip was easily as big as Heather’s fist.

“You cad.” Heather smirked. “I know what game we can play next.”

“What’s tha– hello!” Julie said as Heather suddenly began nibbling away at her acorn-sized nipple. “Ooh, don’t stoooooop, but how is this a game?”

“Simple,” Heather said between mouthfuls of flesh. “Who comes first?” She reached out and started to caress Will’s manhood through his boxers, marveling at how thick and warm it was.

“You minx!” Julie’s hand dove down into Heather’s damp panties and started working away at her clit, while Will dove into action groping and massaging both Julie and Heather’s vast tits.

Within moments, all pretense had fallen away, and the three of them shucked off the remains of their clothes. The girls pushed Will down onto the couch, and, after some brief preliminary lip-locking to ensure his cock was at full erection, buried his waist under their tits.

It was to his credit that he did not immediately erupt, as most men confronted with more breast in one sitting than most even see in the flesh in a lifetime would have little ability to do more than cum instantly, but he still groaned like a house in a hurricane. The tip of his enormous cock barely peeked out from between the grand canyon of cleavage Heather and Julie had buried it in, but every visible centimeter was hard and throbbing with need.

“God, you’re so big!” Julie said, practically drooling.

“Which one of us?” asked Heather.

“Both of you!” She squeezed her breasts against Heather’s, watching as they sank into Heather’s enormity. “And what a lovely cock, too.” She pushed further forward and wrapped her lips around Will’s straining erection, and was rewarded with a little dollop of pre-cum.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Will breathed, wiggling his hips to try and get more leverage beneath the two titanic beauties. His hands snaked around and began to finger-fuck Heather and Julie as they continued to lavish attention on his cock. “I’m almost, ugh, almost there!”

“Come all over my huge boobs,” Heather whispered in her sultriest voice. She was fully committed now to her life, the memories of being the flat-chested pity-friend dissolving away in favor of this new, more adventurous Heather, who’d grown up busty and only gotten bigger, whose tits dominated a room, who was so obscenely sexy that even a dynamo like Julie was reduced to pouting and begging for release. “Come for me.”

Will erupted, spewing hot, sticky cum all over the upper slopes of Heather and Julie’s tits. It trickled down into Heather’s cleavage, flowing into a pool of cum, which Heather bent forward and lapped up noisily.

“Will loses,” Heather said, “which means he only gets to watch what happens next.” She stood and moved over closer to Julie.

“What’s that?” asked Julie.

“Why, we’re going to clean each other’s breasts using only our tongues, of course.”

Heather stepped back into her dorm room a few hours later, still tingly from how well-fucked she’d gotten that evening. As she’d suspected would be the case, she had no trouble at all taking every inch of Will’s titanic cock in each and every one of her holes, and still felt a little bloated from how much he’d filled her pussy with his cum.

Emily, her roommate, turned and gasped as she stepped inside. “I-I-I’m sorry, I figured you were gone for the evening and I…”

Heather took in the scene before her. Emily had on one of Heather’s bras, apparently stuffed what looked like two hoodies into it, and had pulled a t-shirt on over it, giving her a massive shelf of a bosom, similar to Heather’s.

“You were just curious,” Heather finished for her, “what breasts as big as mine felt like.”

Emily nodded, her face beet-red.

Heather smiled. “Why didn’t you just ask?” She stepped forward and pulled off her shirt. “I’m always happy to share, after all.”

As Emily’s face and hands sank into Heather’s boobs, slurping and nuzzling against her titanic expanse, Heather thanked whatever lucky power had granted her wish – she was definitely going to enjoy it.

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Bryan lounged under the poolside cabana, a frozen drink with a little umbrella sticking out the top close at hand. There was a soft, fragrant breeze wafting in from the ocean just a few dozen yards to his left. Out of the corner of his vision, he could see Anna and Naomi rubbing tanning oil over their naked bodies, prepping for a nice long day baking in the sun on the beach, maybe interrupted only by the occasional make-out session. They were lavishing extra attention on each other's massive breasts, until their watermelon-sized tits practically glistened in the sun, and their taut, perky nipples stood at attention.

Life was good. In fact, it was perfect.

Bryan had worried that he'd grow bored of perfection when he first set up his little island in the south Pacific. He'd always read tales of ironic comeuppances that arrived on people who found themselves unable to cope with something as nice as heaven on earth, wrecking it somehow through hubris or madness of what have you.

Ridiculous, he thought. The writers clearly had no idea what they were talking about. Bryan was going to be happy to live here, just like this, with the breeze always blowing just this same gentle, pleasurable way, a delicious fruity drink in his hand, and beautiful naked women lounging around, happy to spend eternity lavishing attention on each other and, of course, him.

That is not to say that he didn't keep himself occupied. Bryan had hobbies, side projects, and other... interests that easily broke up the perfect, idyllic, lazy days.

Relaxing back into his incredibly-soft lounger and staring out at the perfect blue sky and calm sea, he reached his awareness out and let it settle onto a woman who'd struck his fancy as of late.

Cynthia -- CandyGirl001 was her online handle -- had a little over three hundred followers on twitter. She’s been trying to make a go as a cam model for about a year, but wasn’t having much luck. Bryan could see her entire life laid out before him, like a book, and it was sadly stereotypical: poor relationship with her parents, didn’t do great in school, stuck bouncing between retail jobs and barely making ends meet.

She was stick-thin, almost emaciated, a combination of the lingering effects of a high-school eating disorder and a lack of decent meals stemming from her hand-to-mouth existence. It'd been a while since Bryan had even come across someone as skinny as Cynthia; among his many, many alterations to reality had been a number of tweaks to force world governments to finally and permanently solve food scarcity, as well as a host of other entirely-preventable slow-motion catastrophes.

He may have been a sex-obsessed immortal pervert, but Bryan wasn't a monster.

The first thing Bryan did was fix up her parents and her relationship with them. They'd stayed in a miserable, loveless marriage for fifteen years "for the kids", which resulted in nothing more than them passing down their misery to their offspring. He nudged them into a painless divorce, then watched with satisfaction as both of them remarried into much more stable situations, which improved their relationship with both each other and their daughter. Perfect.

CandyGirl001 was still shilling camgirl pics and videos, although now looking a little less hollowed-out. Bryan dove back into her life story, looking for a good place to tweak things again, when he noticed a little overlap with another woman he'd once transformed. Cynthia had applied to the same college as a woman named Hanh, a Cambodian immigrant he'd transformed from a boring daytime receptionist at a hotel he'd visited once to the bosomy manager of the entire building, as a "reward" for upgrading his hotel room for him and the three ladies he was traveling with at the time.

Hanh's new history included a love of food (which had given her a plump belly and two huge tits, all of which she loved to play with during sex). Clearly, that hedonism was something that Cynthia could stand to take lessons on as well.

Bumping Cynthia's grades up a little bit and making sure her teachers helped her out a little more with her admission essays was just what she needed to get into the same college as Hanh, and a little shuffling of the dorm-assignments got them set up as roomies.

As a pair of hospitality majors, Cynthia and Hanh made for fast friends, and soon Cynthia was joining Hanh on her culinary adventures to restaurants across the city. Hanh, for her part, seemed to gain most of her weight in her tits, while Bryan decided that Cynthia would look best with a cute little potbelly. By the end of their freshman year, both were happy, healthy, and sexy.

CandyGirl001's videos and pics had changed, too. Rather than emphasizing how scary-skinny she was, she now focused the camera's lens on her round, soft belly. Her ribs were now easily hidden behind her tubby gut and soft, jiggly tits. She still wasn't much of a success as a model, though, and between that and her low-wage job as a hostess at a restaurant she was still pretty hard-up for cash.

Bryan began to push harder on her metabolism, slowing it further and further down. Her waistline expanded in tandem, billowing fatter and fatter. Soon, she had gone from appearing merely chubby to looking like she was pregnant, the extra pounds all piling into her domed stomach.

CandyGirl001's entire approach had changed as Cynthia's belly ballooned steadily outward. During college, she'd worked as a "pregnant" stripper, her gut big enough to easily pass as third-trimester, in order to pay off her student loans quickly. Soon enough, she switched to making belly-focused fetish content online, even as her still-increasing weight finally began to distribute itself more evenly over her frame. Fatter tits and a bigger ass certainly weren't unwelcome among her fans, after all, who thrilled to see such an unrepentantly gluttonous woman seemingly take such delight in piling on the pounds, and look so good doing it.

Bryan continued to work his magic, making sure that not a single ounce of her gains turned into cellulite. As she piled on the pounds, Bryan noted that it was getting harder and harder for her body to find anywhere to put it — so he reached into her parent’s genetics and bumped up their height a foot each, resulting in Cynthia shooting from 5’5” to a towering 6’3”, and putting on nearly a hundred pounds in the process, still gaining the most in her vast, protruding, smooth belly.

Finally, things seemed to be turning around for CandyGirl001. She was still working a day job, but growing almost ten inches taller appeared to have done wonders for her self-esteem, and she now managed an entire restaurant instead of just laboring at the front desk. She probably didn’t strictly speaking need to be doing cam-work on the side, but it’s not like there was any stigma attached to it (thanks to some of Bryan's previous reality modifications), and Cynthia’s volcanic libido loved it when praise rolled in for her huge, gluttonous body. She frequently streamed long, luscious sessions of her attempting to eat huge feasts, inevitably managing to stuff enough food to serve a family of eight into her titanic belly, then playing with her bloated gut as the donations rolled in.

All that consumption pushed her weight right up to the line that Bryan felt was still attractive, and there he subtly placed a cap on it; she topped out at around a quarter-ton, 500 or so pounds of big, beautiful, extremely satisfied woman.

Bryan decided that the cherry-on-top for his newest project was a partner. Cynthia was straight as an arrow, and her appetite for big, thick dicks had grown right alongside the rest of her, but loved it even more when she could practically bury her partner beneath her big, sexy belly. Bryan tweaked a few algorithm suggestions in her dating profile, and steered a skinny young man with a fat fetish into her matches.

Liam was a short, reedy guy, maybe 5'4" and a hundred pounds, but sometimes small things come with big packages: his cock was nearly a foot long hard and as thick as a bratwurst. He'd also always had a thing for chubby girls, having dated a succession of women at least twice his weight throughout college. He and Cynthia met up at a coffee shop after chatting online for a few days, and the connection was instantaneous.

Within weeks, they were going steady, and just three months later he moved in with her. Cynthia loved wrapping her lips around Liam's cock, slurping down cumshot after cumshot like ambrosia, and treated herself to long, decadent blowjobs for delicious desserts after every gut-busting meal. Liam, for his part, doted on Cynthia, happily encouraging her bottomless appetite and oversexed lifestyle, and the two of them treated her cam shows as a fun way to spice up their already pretty intense sex-life. (Viewers quickly decided that Liam's screen alias had to be KingSausage.)

Bryan smiled as a new post appeared CandyGirl001's feed: an excited announcement that she and KingSausage were expecting their first child, as well as a tease that her fat tits were pretty clearly growing again in preparation for their new role as milk-tanks. Another job well done, he thought -- Cynthia's big, round new life was clearly much happier and full of promise than her old one. All that luscious chub had put him in the mood for a plush partner of his own, and he knew just the woman to help him out. He tapped a small, discreet button near the lounger and said, "Codi, would you mind coming over to the pool?"

As he watched the current object of his amorous intentions step out of his vast oceanside mansion and make her way happily across the beach, jiggling and swaying the entire way, Bryan considered his life and decided that it was, indeed, perfect.

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"Hey there, it's been a minute!

"Yeah, doing great. And you?

"That's good to hear. Rachelle's doing good, too?

"Oh, you've got some news to share? Well, uh, I have some as well, that's actually why I called.

"OK, you first.

"Ah! Congratulations! That's also, so, so funny.

"Well, because you remember the threesome, of course.

"Really, you think that was the conception date?

"OK, now it's almost eerie, then.

"You came in both of us that day...

"Ah, yes, now you're putting it together. Yep, I was calling to let you know about my own big news.

"Two months along, mmhmm, and you're the only guy I've been with. Haven't even had a date since that magical evening with you two.

"I know we'd discussed that not being a one-time thing...

"My feelings haven't changed. I'm still open to as much as a relationship as you two feel comfortable with.

"Oh, yeah, I can wait.

"Hi Rachelle. Did he–

"Yep, guess we're going to be belly buddies! Ugh, that was awful, forget I said that.

"You're not angry, right?

"I would hate for this to mess up your marriage. I totally understand if you never want to see my face again–

"You want me to... come over?

"Rachelle...

"You're going to be so sexy pregnant. Hell, I'm getting wet just imagining your fat tits getting even bigger. Remember how I squeezed your nipples? Or how I ate you out while your husband's cock was coming inside me?

"Oh god that sounds so hot. Are you... masturbating right now?

"What about the spare bedroom? My apartment's tiny as it is. I could just move right in. I'll bring my overnight bag to start.

"I know we joked about this back in college, but... we're really doing this, aren't we? This is some sister-wives shit here... fuck, I'd be lying if it didn't turn me on too.

"Put him back on the phone.

"Well, stud, looks like you're getting two for the price of one here. I bet your cock's getting hard just thinking about fucking both your wife and her best friend again, hmm? Especially after you knocked up both of them with your big fat dick?

"Well don't blow that load of yours too quickly, I'll be there in just a few minutes. Yeah, I'm driving over now.

"You should have thought of that before you got two very horny women pregnant, buck-o. Don't worry, we've always been good about sharing.

"No, no, don't hang up. She's sucking you off right now, isn't she? I bet she's been insatiable lately. Did she ever tell you we used to sit around in our dorm room with pillows under our shirts and pretend we were pregnant together? We'd joke about being just a couple of baby-happy, always-pregnant housewives.

"Yeah, come to think of it, I don't think either of us was really joking about how turned on we were.

"Just another few blocks. Can you hold out?

"I want to be there for you to cum all over both of our faces.

"You better believe this isn't going to stop with just one kid each. The two of us are going to just be begging for your cock from here on out now that we know how virile you are. Knocking up two women on the same night? Are you kidding me? That log between your legs clearly ain't just for show.

"Yep, I'll pulling into the driveway now. Come open the door and cum for us both!"

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Tammy's hands shook as she held up the bra her roomie had left casually draped over the chair at her desk. "Holy shit," she whispered.

Tammy had always been the bustiest girl in the room. Last year, her freshman year of college, had been no different. Her K-cups, combined with her itty-bitty waist, meant every man on campus stared at her with lust, and every woman with envy.

Her assigned roomie, Kate, had been a tiny little thing last she'd seen her. Maybe five feet tall at most, and thin as a rail, Tammy had tried not to lord her clearly-superior body over her... too much. They'd parted for summer break on decent terms, but Tammy couldn't help but get in one little tease: "don't grow up too much over the summer! Wouldn't want to have competition next fall!"

"Oh, its on!" Kate had said, jokingly (or at least Tammy thought so at the time).

And then, three days ago, she'd gotten a text message from Kate. "Hope I didn't grow too big for you!" And attached was a selfie that was... clearly a joke, right? Kate had obviously photoshopped her head onto some giant pornstar's body. Tammy had just sent back an LOL and moved on with her day.

But now, filling her hands, was evidence. Enormous evidence that her little roommate was much, much bigger. Each cup alone was bigger than Tammy's head!

She laid it down on the bed and marveled at its scale. Extending her fingers as wide as they would go, her entire hand rested comfortably inside a single cup, inches still to go between the tips of her fingers and the edges of the fabric.

Her eyes fell to the little tag on the band. She picked the bra back up and checked if there was even a size listed.

48X.

There was a sudden booming knock on the door. "Hey roomie, you here yet?"

Tammy quickly threw the bra back over the chair where she'd found it. "H-Hey Kate! Come on in!"

The door opened, and in stepped the new Kate. Tammy wasn't the best at estimating heights, but she knew that doors were, like, six-and-a-half feet tall, normally. Kate was so tall her shoulders were level with the door-jam, which meant she had to be easily taller than seven feet. And those shoulders looked like they practically filled the doorway, too, and while she didn't touch the sides she clearly was far wider than anyone else Tammy had ever seen in her life.

As Kate straightened up from ducking into the room, Tammy was able to fully appreciate her enormous breasts. Even on her titanic frame, they dominated her body. Each monstrous mammary looked like it was as big as a beanbag chair. The huge white blouse Kate had stretched over them was pulled so tight Tammy could see every detail of the purple bra underneath.

"How was your break?" Kate asked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world that she'd clearly had an explosive growth spurt.

"G-good," Tammy said, still stunned. "Nice to be back, though."

"Yeah!" Kate caught sight of the bra draped over her desk chair. "Oops, sorry for leaving that little thing out! I accidentally packed it, but need to donate it to charity now, it's way too small now."

"Too... small?"

"Yeah, a big girl like me needs big bras!" She pressed her arms together, squeezing her tits between them and immediately popping a button off of her blouse. She giggled. "Ah, that keeps happening! I need to be more careful."

Tammy finally found her courage. "Kate, how did you-- I mean, you're so much--"

"Taller?"

"Bigger!"

"I don't know! I just woke up one morning a little sore and then boom! Off to the races!" She put her hands on her hips, posing for Tammy. "I've been growing probably two inches a week, I guess? It's tapering off a little, finally."

"You're still growing?!"

"Yeah! Isn't it neat?"

"What? How? I mean--"

Kate barreled ahead. "And let me tell you, it's really fun being big. Now I know how you felt last year, boys drooling over you all the time. You remember that football sophomore you kinda liked? Mikey?"

"Kate, did you--"

"I ran into him on my first day back on campus and wow! He was really excited to hang out. You were right, the rumors are true, he does have a really big cock. It turns out he got a girlfriend, by the way--"

"What?"

"--but that wasn't a problem because I just asked her to join in too! After all, there's a lot of me to love now."

Tammy's eyed bulged as Kate's nipples suddenly made themselves visible, bloating and fattening firmly enough against her bra that their outline was clearly visible.

"You slept with both of them?"

"Well, not just both of them, but yeah." She smiled again. "Little ol' Kate's not some blushing virgin anymore for you to lord your tits over. I've outgrown that, in a lot of ways, don't you think?"

She took one huge step forward, and Tammy started to feel a little like a rat trapped in a cage with a big snake.

"Kate, I, uh..."

Kate loomed over her now. "I don't think we're have any trouble with competition this year, do you?" Tammy swallowed hard. She could practically feel the power coming off Kate in waves now.

"...No."

"Great!" And then as soon as Kate stepped back, it was like everything was back to normal. "Anyway, let's have a great sophomore year, roomie!"