koalster:subtlefox:♢ bGreg was on his computer when he heard some odd sounds coming from the living
koalster:subtlefox:♢ bGreg was on his computer when he heard some odd sounds coming from the living room. He paid no mind, but when he heard a rip then a gasp, he had to investigate.He saw his girlfriend, Heather, sitting there on the couch. She wasn’t watching the TV, instead looking down at her body.“Hey hon, everything OK?” Greg asked, a little worried.“Oh I’m way better than ok, look at these!” Heather perked up and pointed at her chest as Greg came around the couch. Her tits had grown way bigger than the medium C’s she used to have. Her weird sleeveless polo was burst open, delicious cleavage on display.“So I’m sitting here, right,” Heather started, “Looking at that one busty news girl and I went ‘you know, I wish my boobs were bigger…’ and they got bigger!” She threw her arms up in an exaggerated shrug, causing her new chest to wobble back and fro.“They didn’t get too much bigger at first, maybe a cup size or two, but then I thought about even bigger boobs and they got even bigger! Look at these things!” She cupped her chest. Those suckers had to be G’s or bigger.“Holy shit babe…” Greg was a little concerned, considering boobs just don’t quadruple in size like that. “I know, it’s awesome!” She gave her boobs a jiggle, straining the last remaining button on her shirt. “I’m already wondering what they would be like if they were even bigger…” She broke eye contact with her boyfriend to stare at her own boobs. Greg could see the gears turning in her head and was a little excited at what was about to happen.Heather’s breasts started sizing up all over gain, pushing forward against her hands. Cup sizes piled on, quickly overwhelming the last button, which pinged off Greg’s forehead. Heather’s hands looked smaller and smaller, her fleshy soccer ball sized tits bubbling up in between her outstretched fingers. By the time her expansion had ceased, her chest looked bigger than her own head, each hand struggling to support a basketball sized breast.“Heather…” Greg started, “What is going on?” Heather didn’t answer, still wrapped up in her own overgrown tits. Her entire shirt was taken up by the boobs, her belly button on display.“Holy shit these things are big…” She said, rubbing the sides of her boobs. Her nipples started to get hard, the large nubs visible through the two layers of fabric.“Heather?” Greg repeated.“What?” She snapped. “Shit, sorry”, she said, realizing her tone was a little harsh. “I’m just a little caught up in these new, um… developments.” She turned back to her cleavage.“I really think we should go to a hospital or something.”“What do you mean? I feel great!” She moved to stand up and realized that she now stood several inches taller than her boyfriend. “Woah…” It took her a few seconds to take in the developments. Whereas before Greg was about 6 inches taller than her, Heather now was about 6 inches taller than him. She had to be closer to 7 feet tall than 6.“This is not normal, Heather we have got to-”“Oh shush.” She commanded. “I know you like this.” Greg shut his mouth, a little shocked by her forwardness.“Besides, If I got taller every time I got bustier, I gotta be able to get even bigger.” She looked back down at her deep cleavage and started getting even bigger again.Said cleavage was rapidly encroaching on Greg’s personal space. It was rising up towards his chin as well as expanding towards his chest. The poor shirt was starting to rip and tear all over as Heather grew up and out of it. Her pants didn’t do much better, already rode up to her knees and now splitting down the sides. Her mouth hung open, Heather reeling in the sensations of growing even larger.She passed 7 feet without any sign of slowing down. Her tits far outsized her head now, starting to become visible under the shirt as well as growing up the hem above. There’s no way they could even be classified under traditional cup sizes at this point.Her pants gave out before she passed the seven and a half foot mark. Her shirt was getting close to tearing apart as well, her huge breasts pulling it apart from every direction. She grasped at the fabric with both hands, tearing it apart in her best superman impression. The shirt offered little resistance.Heather moaned in pleasure as her growth tapered off, leaving her standing there as an 8 foot, overly busty amazon. Her tits were looking like medicine balls, taking up the majority of the space on her torso.She peered down over the shelf of tit at her boyfriend. Even from her heightened vantage point she could see him pitching a wicked tent in his pants.“Still want to go to the doctor?” She asked him. She had a smug look on her face.“Well, only if you wa-”“No, I don’t” She said, sternly. “The only thing I want right now is to get off, and you’re gonna help, little man.”Greg gulped. -- source link