The psychic had told Tanya she would have a life-changing experience in a bar. Of course the psychic didn’t tell her which bar, and Tanya had been to seven bars in the past three weeks and this was number eight. Tanya thought she’d find the man of her dreams at one of these bars but, so far, she had zero luck. Her friends always told her that psychics were all con artists but, she couldn’t help but believe there had to be someone with “the gift.”
This was a bar she’d never been to before. It had a classic charm about it, and it was somewhat popular. There was more than a handful of patrons in various states of inebriation and discussion with one another near the bar. She sat down at the bar and looked around. All the chairs, tables, and stools were made of finely crafted wood. Even the bar itself was made of wood. This furniture smelled new.
Tanya tried to get the bartender’s attention, but he was ignoring her. He was talking to some pretty woman at the other end. She gave them a sour look. It was obvious why the bartender was so preoccupied with the pretty woman: her boobs. Tanya looked down at the her chest, or at least where her chest should be. Tanya was attractive but she had no breasts worth remembering. That’s how it always had been ever since middle school, when girls started developing breasts. Guys would always pay attention to whoever had the biggest boobs. She thought that if she just waited, she eventually get the boobs she dreamed of, but life is a cruel bitch. It only got worse in high school with the larger student populace and larger bustlines.
Adulthood wasn’t any better. Tanya’s last boyfriend had dumped her almost a year ago because she had no boobs. She hadn’t felt the touch of a man since. She sat at the bar trying to remember the good times she had with him, but all she could remember was how he hurt her. She couldn’t remember his name, only the pain he had caused when he left her for a girl with larger breasts.
Tanya snapped out her awful memories due to a tight feeling around her chest. At first, she thought she was leaning into the bar to hard, but then she looked down to see one hell of a sight. Her boobs were growing. She immediately pressed her hands against her growing assets feebly trying to make them smaller. “Not here! Not now!” Tanya thought as her breasts grew ever forward. Her boobs slowly pushed her hands away from body as they grew. She tried her best to hide her growing boobs with her jacket, squishing them once again against her body, but it was all in vain. Tanya’s breasts started growing towards her chin, her eyes wide in fright.
Eventually they stopped growing. She opened her jacket slightly to take a peek at how big her boobs had grown and yelped as they seemed to lunge forward like they were prisoners escaping from her hands and her jacket, landing with a soft thud on the bar. She was mesmerized at the newly-grown bounty that was splayed on the bar before her. She opened her jacket slightly to poke one of her boobs. Her finger sunk into the warm, soft flesh which elicited a gasp from her lips. Tanya forgot she was in public until she heard a drunk male voice say, “Damn girl!” She looked up at the inebriated owner and covered her mouth in surprise as he snapped a picture with his cell.
Tanya quickly covered her boobs as best she could and walked as fast as she could to a table in an empty corner of the room, away from any eyes that might even glance her way, doing her best to minimize the aerobics her prize-winning boobs were doing inside her jacket. She sat at the table facing away from the bar. Confident she was alone, she opened her jacket and gaped as her boobs rested on the table with a thud. “Wow…” she said as she poked her boob to prove to herself once and for all if these melons were both real and hers.
Satisfied that these noteworthy melons were real, and idea crept its way into Tanya’s head. She hefted her boobs up marveling at how heavy they were and then dropped them on the table. “Wow, you girls sure are heavy,” said Tanya as she played with her boobs, a grin spread across her face. She lifted her breasts up again and dropped them over and over on the table, enjoying her new homegrown toys. After a few minutes of playtime, she lifted her breasts up and stared at them.
“How did this happen?” she wondered to herself. She thought about the psychic. “Well she wasn’t wrong. This is definitely life-changing,” she giggled, squishing her mounds together. “But how did this happen? There’s no way these can grow this big in minutes, right?” Tanya thought back to her middle and high school days. She remembered guys in her class drooling over girls with large breasts, while she was basically a surfboard. She then remembered in the girl’s locker room, how she listened to the other girls talk about how big their boobs were. Every week, it seemed that someone grew. One girl, Tanya remembered, had no boobs, and then over the weekend, grew to a C-cup. It wasn’t big, but bigger than what she had. Tanya was in despair. When would it be her turn?
Her thoughts then turned toward birthdays. Every year since eighth grade, on her birthday, Tanya wished for boobs, and every year, no boobs came. Every year, her wish grew more fervent. “Well,” Tanya thought, hefting her boobs, “Looks like my wish came true after all.” She remembered on her twenty-fourth birthday how she wished for boobs big enough to crush her ex’s stupid truck. She giggled, smashing her boobs together with her elbows, creating a canyon of cleavage. “It’s too bad you didn’t grow that big. That would be fun.”
As if listening to her thoughts, her breasts surged forward, growing bigger. Tanya gasped as her burgeoning bosoms landed on the table. She watched her breasts grow and grow with rapt attention. Her growing boobs almost hit her chin, when she heard shirt seams ripping. “Oh my God!” said Tanya to her boobs. “Grow for me, girls!” Her breasts inflated, testing the limits of the table they rested on. Her shirt ripped open revealing her growing breasts in all their glory. The table groaned under the weight of Tanya’s ballooning breasts. The table broke with a loud crack, sending Tanya headfirst into her growing boobs.
Everyone turned to look at the woman with the growing boobs. Some patrons put down their drinks, thinking they clearly had drank too much. Others shuffled uncomfortably trying to hide their boners. Tanya pushed her still-growing boobs around to see the expressions of her unwitting audience. Her breasts grew so big, they started lifting her off the ground. Her breasts stopped growing. She was enormous! Everyone looked up at the woman resting on top of the biggest boobs in the world.
Tanya looked at the patrons, her face dominated by the largest grin she ever had. Her lowered her face to her cleavage and said, “Keep in mind, girls. You still have eight years of growth you still need to make up for.” Everyone in the bar gasped audibly as Tanya’s titanic tits ballooned larger. Tanya couldn’t be happier.
Kylee stomped her way up to the door of her neighbor’s house clutching her cell. She was wearing a pink dress with flower designs. She pounded on the door. Kylee had moved to the neighborhood not even two months ago. She got a great deal on the house that seemed too good to be true at the time. Now she knew why the real estate company wanted to get rid of it.
Her neighbor was a self-proclaimed inventor, but all he inventing was a lot of noise which didn’t go well with Kylee’s hangover. She banged on the door again. “I know you’re home!” Kylee shouted. A slot moved on the door and a pair of deep blue eyes stared down at her. “No thanks. I’m not interested. Please leave. Thank you,” said the owner of the eyes, closing the slot.
Kylee reached for the slot to keep it open but all it did was pinch her fingers. “Ouch! Goddammit, I’m your neighbor I need to talk to you!” yelled an agitated Kylee. The slot opened again. “What do you want? I’m very busy.” said the voice. “I have asked you before to keep the noise down.” “Correct.” “Look, I’m tired. I’m hungover. Your noise is making things worse.” “Sorry, but I already told you that in my line of work, things get loud sometimes.” “I’ve had enough of this! You haven’t invented a damn thing, and if you don’t stop right now, I’m going to call the sheriff’s office and have you and whatever you’ve got going on in there thrown out onto the street!” “Nonononono! You can’t do that!” “Give me one good reason! One good reason I shouldn’t call the police department!” “My lease isn’t up yet, and I don’t want to be homeless.” “Then quit ‘inventing’ shit and get a real job like the rest of us.” “I can’t do that.” “Why not!?” “Then I’d have to be around other people. I don’t do well around people.” “That’s it! I’m done! I’m calling the sheriff right now!” yelled Kylee walking out onto her neighbor’s lawn. She heard a series of locks click open and a pale figure appear by the door holding some type of device. It looked like a amplifier attached to an old remote.
“Stop! Please don’t!” pleaded the inventor. “Nope. I’m calling them right now. See?” Kylee recited the numbers she was pushing. She was being slow and deliberate proving to the pale inventor that she wasn’t kidding. The inventor did a number of finger movements on his device, pointed the device at Kylee, covered his eyes, and pushed a button. Kylee had the phone up to her ear, but a rapid series of green, pulsating lights shot out of the amplifier and hit Kylee right in the chest.
Up until this point, Kylee had no breasts, but that all changed as the lights pulsed their way towards her. Her breasts started growing as they seemed to absorb the lights and convert it to flesh. Her breasts ripped a V-shape in her dress, giving it a neckline. It was only a minute, but her breasts grew to be slightly smaller than her head. She first stared at her breasts, then at the inventor. She looked like she was going to murder someone. The inventor flinched away from her. Her expression softened as she continued staring at the inventor.
She took the phone away from her ear. “What the fuck are these?” she asked. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t have me arrested,” said the inventor not looking at Kylee. “Don’t worry. It doesn’t work,” said Kylee. The inventor breathed a sigh of relief. “Can you make them smaller? Not back to their original size, just smaller,” asked Kylee tapping her cell. “Yeah, sure. Come in.” “Why don’t you just do it out here?” “Are you sure you want to do this in public?”
Kylee saw his point and walked in. The house was very nice. This guy was doing very well for himself. It looked a lot nicer on the inside than outside. “I’m Kylee.” “Nash,” said the inventor leading her to the living room. The living room was the biggest room in the house. One wall was completely black. She then realized it was giant TV screen. “What do you watch on that?” Kylee said pointing. “I mostly play video games on that. Sit here,” Nash gestured to the couch. He fiddled with the device a bit more as she sat down, her breasts stretching proudly from her chest. “I should tell you that this is only a prototype. It was only supposed to make your cell to loud to operate. It’s an amplifier. It wasn’t designed to do…that,” said Nash drawing a big circle around Kylee’s big front. “Can you make them smaller?” asked Kylee as she stuffed her cell into her cleavage. “I should. How small do you want them?” “Just point and shoot and I’ll tell you when.” “K,” said Nash. He made a few more adjustments. He then pointed the device at Kylee’s chest and held his breath. Kylee did the same, making her breasts appear bigger. Green lights shot out of the amplifier again, but they were slower, more prolonged lights. Kylee looked at her chest waiting for her breasts to shrink.
The exact opposite happened. Her breasts were growing again. The V-shape on her dress grew as her growing breasts ripped her dress even more. “Stop! Stop! STOP!” yelled Kylee. Nash shut off the amplifier. Kylee’s breasts grew until they were twice the size of her head. “I told you this was a prototype,” said Nash gawking at Kylee’s new melons. Kylee just sat there rubbing her head with one hand and her breasts with the other. “Oh God! Kylee, your head isn’t growing is it?” “No! I’m a little hungover. These are making my headache worse,” said Kylee patting her breasts. “OK,” said Nash thinking. “I can fix this. I know I can fix this. I just need to pick up some things. Just stay here, and try to sleep. I’ll make you something that will take care of the hangover and the headache.” “Thanks, Nash,” said Kylee. Nash just nodded as Kylee laid out on the couch. Nash went to the kitchen and brewed his hangover cure-all. He made a glass of it and put it on the counter before heading out.
Kylee woke up a few hours later. Nash still wasn’t back yet. Her head was pounding as she got up. She got up and looked around. Her eyes focused on her enlarged breasts for a couple seconds, before she remembered about Nash’s hangover cure. She saw a glass on the counter with green fluid and bounced over to it. She hoped this would cure her headache. “Only one way to find out,” she said as she downed the thing.
It was delicious. Kylee felt her headache clear up almost instantly. “Wow!” she said. “I feel great! Looks like Nash is a brilliant inventor after all. Now if only he could fix these boobs.” Kylee looked down at her breasts and saw that they were growing again. “What the fuck?” asked Kylee as her ballooning breasts tore her dress further. “How did thi-Oh my god. The fucking hangover potion! Guess that’s a prototype too,” Kylee reasoned. Her breasts threatened to rip her dress completely before they stopped growing.
“Jesus Christ, these are fucking huge! I don’t think they make clothes this big. I didn’t think they boobs this big either,” said Kylee absent-mindlessly rubbing her titanic titties. “Wow, these are sensitive too,” she giggled. “What if I don’t want these to get smaller?” she asked herself. She looked around for the amplifier, her breasts swinging from side to side as she looked. She saw it sitting next to the sink and plodded over to it. Picking it up, she looked it over and pressed buttons, turned nobs, and swiped screens. “I think I got it,” said Kylee has she heaved her breasts back to the living room. “What if this room isn’t big enough?” she wondered.
She bounced her way to Nash’s backyard. His backyard stretched all the way to the other end of the street. “This should be big enough,” said Kylee. She aimed the amplifier pointblank at her already enormous bust, closed hey eyes, and fired. Her breasts grew very fast, faster than the first time she grew and ripped what was left of her dress to shreds. She loved every minute of it. She never wanted it to end. Her cell would be lost forever in her expanding canyon of cleavage, but all she cared about were the sensations her breasts caused her as she grew and grew.
My boobies are growing so fast that they have stretch marks and my veins are showing more now~❤️ I love it soooooo much~❤️ my bralette that I use to wear only a couple of weeks ago can barely be pulled over my massive milkers now! But I'm wearing it right now regardless~❤️ I had a big meal and I got cheeky and may have drank half a bottle of supplement... Plus 4 fenugreek tablets... This bralette gets completely destroyed today.. No matter what~❤️
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