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orangeorc: bigteentits: See More Big Teen Tits Your newest client was not focusing well. “List, um, you’re paying me for my time, so you can do whatever you want… but I’m a personal trainer. Did you maybe want to stop groping yourself every 60 seconds?” “What? Oh, I’m sorry… I’m just distracted by my own tits.” “Uh. Okay, I guess it’s you prerogative, I just-” “They aren’t nearly big enough, are they?” “They- uh. You’re a client.” “Oh, grow up. My boobs, You keep staring at them. They’re puny and diminutive, aren’t they?” “Look, being totally honest? I was trying not to stare because you’re pretty stacked for a skinny chick.” “Eh. These breasts are adequate, at best. I’d like them to be bigger.” “I mean, I know a plastic surgeon who can-” “No, fake breasts look tacky in my opinion. I’ll just get bigger naturally, thank you.” “I don’t really-” “Hold on. I’m going to get bigger right now…” Your client squeezed her own breasts, took deep breaths, and concentrated. You watched in bewilderment as she filled out visibly with each slow, deep breath. Her black jog bra stretched as her soft cleavage popped higher and higher over the top. “What are you-” “Shush! I’m growing…” The bra was overflowing as her breasts continued to plump, like two balloons filling with water. Soft flesh bulged out from the bottom of it and the sides. She inflated up to a D cup, a DD, E cups… F cups… The jog bra was now partially transparent, and more resembled a belt compressing her breasts than something supportive. The straps dug into her swelling breasts, and it looked like the slightest movement would cause the thing to snap right off. “Hmmm… that’s a little better…” she said, staring down at herself. “I’m bigger. Not really big… what do you think?” “I… how… what did you just do?” “I grew bigger! You were watching.” “People can’t get bigger boobs just by wanting bigger boobs!” you said. She groped herself, and looked down at her massive assets with clinical drynes. “Normal people can’t. I can do whatever I want, look however I want, get as big as I want…” She looked up at you. “I don’t like the way you’re looking down at me. How tall are you?” “Er, 5′11″… “Thank you. Okay…” she said, closing her eyes and taking another breath. “Here I go…” As she closed her eyes and meditated, she looked liked she was standing up on her tippy-toes… except she wasn’t. Her legs and her body were getting longer… she was getting taller… inch by inch, she was stretching longer and growing. “5′7″…” she said, somehow aware of exactly how tall she was. “5′8″… 5′9″… 5′10″… 5′11″…” She opened her eyes and looked you square in the eyes impassively. Then she closed them again. “6′0″… 6′1″… 6′3″… 6′5″… ooh!” She opened her eyes and stopped growing as her jog bra snapped off. As she grew bigger and taller, it dug into her, until she finally outgrew it completely. Everyone in the gym was staring at the giant, topless girl. “What is happening? What are you doing?” you asked, bewildered. “I’m growing bigger,” she said, looking around at the gym. “I kind of like it up here.” She grew two inches taller, and her leggings ripped. “I was staying normal for a really long time… but honestly, being the biggest person in this room feels more natural.” She grew again, up past seven feet tall. Her pants tore off. Her boobs grew forward, pushing you back as they bounced against your face. “This ceiling is low…that’ll be tricky…” she said, bending forward as she grew to eight feet. “Please don’t back away any further, stay right where you are.” “Why? Why shouldn’t I- oof!” She grew to ten feet tall, and bent forward. Her boobs pressed down on you, smooshing you against the ground and smothering you as she lowered herself onto her hands and knees. She grew in fits and spurts, rapidly expanding and filling up more and more space in the gym. Her breasts grew heavier and heavier, bearing down on you with more weight as they double and tripled in size. Her body grew longer and thicker. You could hear her hips and legs and butt knocking over more and more equipment as they filled the space. “What are you… doing…” you said, as the colossal breasts grew from beach balls, to bean bag chairs, to weather balloons, the sedans… “You were a pretty okay personal trainer, so this is how I’m rewarding you,” she said, matter-of-factly. Her back pushed up against the ceiling, and her big curvy butt was pushing against the far wall. She was too big for the space, and still growing. “These are literally the biggest boobs in the world. Don’t you like them?” “You’re… crushing… me!” you rasped. “Well, yes, look at how big I am. I’m going to crush everyone soon. “But you get to be tit-crushed, you lucky duck. Aren’t you enjoying it?” You were seeing stars, and you could barely breath. “Yes…” you admitted, as roof and walls began to explode. “This is killing me but it feels amazing…” “You’re welcome!” she chirped, as everything went dark… -- source link