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"You don't have a problem with that, do you? Me going bigger?"

You didn't know what to say. You hadn't seen her since Christmas, and since your one and only date, six months before that. She'd already... changed, a lot, since then.

And you certainly weren't expecting her to show up with an overnight bag and a story of how she'd dumped her 400lb asshole boyfriend, looking for a place to stay.

She wasn't clear if this most recent surgery was before or after. Maybe it didn't matter.

"Um... How big do you want to go?" you ask, grasping for sanity.

"Well," she replied, searching for the answer herself, "How much weight did you put on?"

A gym friend quietly set you up with his sister-in-law, on the basis you were both 'big dorks'. You hadn't been expecting the most gorgeous woman you'd ever seen in real life. And she was bright, and funny, and not at all dumb, and you enjoyed every second of it, until she dropped a bomb on you, right at the end.

She only dated fat guys.

You'd only just managed to push yourself out of your skinny phase into having something like a physique, not her type at all. But you resolved to push further, and started a long, dirty bulk for powerlift training.

She had said to give her a call if you put on 50 pounds. You put on 70.

And now here she

"Then, let's say 3500," she answered, "That's 50cc per pound."

She brought herself in, pushing her inflated chest into you as she held you.

"I'm not gonna ask you to gain any more, not if you don't want to. But I will get bigger *with* you," she said, looking down at each breast, "If that's something you think you would like."

You nodded, nervously, "I think I might, yes."

"Good," she whispered, breathlessly, "I will ask you to let me cook you a disgustingly huge meal from time to time. If you let me watch you eat it. Is that ok?"

You nodded again. "You cook too?

She smiled, love in her eyes, "Santa! You have to dress up as Santa at Christmas!"

She whispered again. "I'll be a *very* good girl if you do."

Again, you nodded. "Anything else?"

She shook her head, then thought a little.

"Have you had dinner?"

You had, but the thought of globes against your chest being even bigger made you insane.

"I could eat."

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The Surprise

Noone had really believed she would do it. They'd tolerated it, her ... proclivities. Her dreams. But as she tried to sit up in the hospital bed, so 50,000cc of saline in each of Lisa's tits said she might not be so lucky this time.

50 and counting, she thought to herself, the beep in the background was hard to ignore. She could just say the word. She could turn around and ask her to stop. But what for? The time to walk out of this situation without some bridges burned had already passed. *I'm an acquired taste. Even… distasteful. But this'll do massive numbers...*

None had seen her yet, but none had taken the prospect well. The perennial disappointment of a daughter, the black sheep was getting new stripper tits. Tolerated at first; "For god's sake put a jacket on, and be quiet". But that was more than a couple of boob jobs ago.

Friends? Boyfriend? They'd loved it.. in the beginning. How encouraging. "Lisa's so hot, she gets us free drinks, gets us into the VIP room." The thought left a bitter taste. But their loss. *If they don't have the balls to be seen with a girl who's tits get on the news, who needs them*

beep

Her job, that would sting a little bit. Not the first job, who'd long ago fired her. You'd think strip clubs would be a little more open minded. But seemingly not. They had warned her not to do this.

beep

The thoughts circled in Lisa’s head, for how long she didn't know. She pushed them down, show time.

"You don't think my tits are too big, do you?" she said, looking up at the camcorder. "Everyone told me to stop. I'd gone too far. But you don't think so right?" The camera couldn't talk back, but the nurse behind it beamed silently.

Lisa twisted her head around awkwardly, searching for the final occupant of the room. All of her movements would be like that now, awkward, tentative. The two beach balls of salt water strapped to her chest left no other option. Two balloons, each exceeding her old body weight by themselves, were being inflated on her chest. She'd be working around them forever. Bending, twisting, struggling.

"What do you think Sasi, is this enough? Is this what my subs want to see?" Lisa said, her eyes on the buxom nurse, perched in front of the controls and display.

The nurse smiled coyly, but said nothing. Staring at the camcorder in silence, she waited. The pump whirred, a solitary noise in an otherwise still room.

BEEP

"For today, I guess it might be," said Sasi, the final nurse. It wasn't exactly what Lisa was expecting, but they didn't exactly script these things. If Sasi read her confusion, she did not react. Instead, taking one surprisingly deft step to her side, she uncovered the display.

"65,003cc"

That genuine look of surprise. You can't fake it. The nurses smiled.

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When you asked your neighbour Margot to join you for a walk in the woods, you hadn't realised she thought woods somehow meant Country. As in Nashville.

"Something bothering you, dear?" she asked. Truth was, you couldn't stop staring. They were just so ROUND, supported only by a knotted shirt... and, you swore, they were bigger than when you'd seen them last.

"Oh, these? Well, I like to pump myself up when Gerald goes away," she said, referring to her husband - a gentle giant in great shape for a man approaching seventy - "Gives him something to come home for. Besides, having a buxom young neighbour these past few years raises my competitive spirit."

You didn't really know what to say. You'd always been a bigger girl... but yours didn't look like THAT.

"Since you finished feeding? Oh, I know, dear. After three boys, mine needed a scaffold just to stop them pointing at my feet. It's called a mommy makeover for a reason."

You considered, not for the first time, that Gerald was both a very lucky man, and - you still found the thought hard to frame, as unbelievably kind as he was - not entirely wholesome.

Also, what did she mean, 'pump herself up'?

"Oh, there's valves, dear," she said, taking your hand and leading it to feel just inside her armpit, a plastic lump under the skin, "I put a needle in there, inject more water into the implant. They can stretch quite a bit, I'm told."

She released your hand, but it remained in place.

"You can feel the rest of it, dear. It won't bite."

You moved your hand to cup the implanted breasts. You had never felt anything like it, not on your own body, not even before Katy was born.

"You should consider it, dear. Certainly a lot of pocket space," she laughed, at a joke you didn't quite understand, "Might even help you get a new man. It's way past time."

Even if you wanted to... the life insurance has been huge, but after paying off the house, and saving for Katy's future... you were comfortable, but there wasn't much slack in the budget.

"Nonsense, dear; we can help with all that. Personal trainer, surgery, stylist," she said, placing both her hands on your breasts, as if sizing them up, giving a little squeeze to check their firmness, a squeeze you returned in kind on her own breast, "I'm sure Gerald will be very excited to help you out. We helped out the other boys' wives, after all..."

You'd met the eldest two boys. They both had their father's build, and their wives both had Margot's - including the added extras.

"My youngest is about your age; and recently single. You'd be a good match," Margot said, moving her hands slightly so she was no longer assessing, but fondling, "But for now, let's head home, and I can give you a more thorough demonstration of what we'll do for you..."

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What?!? I wasn't doing anything! I certainly wasn't feeling myself up!

My breasts? I don't know what happened! One minute I was just stood here, and the next, they were growing, and then GROWING, and then my bra exploded off for no reason-

No, DON'T LOOK OVER AT MY SACRED OFFERING TO THE LOVE GODDESS EROS!

-and now my boobs are huge and STILL GROWING and my nipples feel- oh, they're SO SENSITIVE, I might cum from a strong breeze! I swear, I didn't ask for this, it wasn't my fault...

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What a great view!! 

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You can only hear my muffle screams as I plea for you to stop! My tits grow and grow, stretching beyond my shirts limit and testing the strength of the rope.

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House guest

Size-mancer story

At graduation, my insatiable calculus teacher introduced me to her sister-in-law, who owns a beach house in California, who was very interested in using my services after learning what had happened to her body...(aka me).

I figured I could use a vacation and accepted the deal. I added a stipulation that it would be easier if i stayed with her. Especially after learning she had just gotten divorced and had plenty of extra space, she quickly agreed and seemed very excited about the whole idea. She was quite beautiful, very fit and thin, I was very surprised to learn it wasn't the body she wanted. So I packed my bags and headed west to see how life as a houseguest would treat me. Let's not forget the small fortune she offered me. It basically covered my entire education. I was psyched.

I'm so happy we were able to work out a deal. I must admit I was a little nervous at first, but it's actually been really nice having you around these last few days. I really love the results so far. They feel amazing, so full and perky. It's so much better than surgery. So, are you enjoying your stay so far? Like I said before, make yourself at home sweetie. The fridge is full, and if you need to , you're welcome to use one of the cars in the garage for a date or whatever.. one more thing....Um, would it be possible to add some curves around my hips as well? Nice big juicy ass!

Every day after she served me breakfast, we would have our size transfer, just a little bit at a time so things wouldn't get out of hand She kept telling me how cute I looked whenever I shrank to fill up her clothing to the point of almost exploding out of them. She really loved getting bigger and was always so appreciative. I had to restrain myself, the money was too good to let my desires mess it all up. Even if I was turning her into my dream girl per her request. My god she was getting huge. I couldn't believe how far she wanted to go with this, I was beginning to think she would never be satisfied. How big did she want to get?

Omg yes! This is perfect, everything is so big and soft, I think today is our last session, little man. My curves are perfect, I can't wait to go shopping for this amazing new body, especially the look on my exes face when I start buying plus size clothes for these massive tits and ass at his own store. I'm going to dwarf that slutty assistant of his.

Hey!! Where are you going? Don't leave. We're not done here. The twins will be returning from spring break any day now. Just give them whatever they want, ok? As long as they are not bigger than me. Lol. Im sure we can entertain each other until they arrive.... don't think I haven't noticed you drooling over me. I actually find it really hot!...

Wait.... what ?? Twins?!?

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I seriously love how you can see how much they hang now days compared to 2021!

2021 they weren’t touching the counter , but 2024 they sure are! 🙌🏼😁

I’m looking back at older tops to do some good comparison content!

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"You have to give me more!" she yelled, letting her giant implanted breasts hang over you, "Or do you want me to crush you? You'd like that would you? To die under my humongous tiddies?"

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"Sweetie... I know you love it, I love it too, it's just that... you have to eat REAL food at some point, you know? I can't keep feeding you."

"Why not? Look at the size of them! And this is right after you've finished feeding, never mind how huge they'll be in a few hours! And then what? They just keep growing? And I have to eat - good God, I have to eat SO MUCH - it's amazing I get anything else done!"

"Yes, I know how good it feels when you feed, and how difficult solids have been for your digestion lately, and how I said I love you being dependent on me like this- oh..."

"Well, I guess there's more than a few drops left... oh... oh yes... drink up all you can, sweetie... we can talk about this later... in a month, maybe... maybe two- ohhhhhhhhh..."

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When you find out you can go at LEAST 2.5X bigger than you already are

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The precision-engineered pump ran at full speed as she bounced up and down on your cock, feeding more and more saline into her tits, stretching the skin, forcing her fingers apart as they gripped her flesh.

"Bigger! I fucking love being BIGGER!" she yelled, as you felt the slack of her breasts tighten with each thrust.

"Come for me! Come for my big full tits!"

Almost, you thought, as you felt the pressure inside them increase beyond anything you'd ever dreamed of.

"They're so full I can't take much more! Come for me, quickly, please!"

She moaned with equal pain and pleasure. Just a few moments more...