orangeorc: theunderwire: Are Leanne Crow’s boobs still growing?: A study in female anatomy. Le
orangeorc: theunderwire: Are Leanne Crow’s boobs still growing?: A study in female anatomy. Leanne looked down at her huge breasts, and felt underwhelmed. “Hmmm… I haven’t gotten bigger in a while…” she said. She closed her eyes, and grimaced with concentration. After several seconds, her expansive bosom began to bugle over the top and sides of her top. Elastic stretching noises were audible. “Mph!” she said, as the top snapped off with a twang, and flew across the studio. “Ah! That’s better! Bigger than ever!” she said. “I should document this!” She wrapped one arm around her breasts, plumping them against her chest for a selfie. She pulled out her phone with her free hand and let it auto-focus. But before she snapped the photo, she thought the better of it. “I know I just grew…” she said, admiring her own curviness. “But they’re going to need to find me a bigger top anyway… if I wanted my boobs to be even bigger, now’s the time…” She sensed she was on the verge of overdoing it, but somehow that just made her want it more. “Hmph!” she grunted, once again concentrating as she watched her chest start to inflate in the mirror. “Little… bigger!” she grunted, as her breasts swelled against her arm and her cleavage started to bulge up to her neck. “Just a little… bigger!” She’d grown three or four cup sizes already, but still wanted to be just a teensy bit bigger… she knew her breasts were getting impossibly heavy, and somehow just didn’t care. “A little… bit… ooh!” said Leanne, suddenly staggering for balance. “My shoe!” One heel had broken, and then other broke as well. “Whoa!” she said, struggling to balance her even-more-top-heavy body. “Oh man…” she said, snickering as she regained her balance. “I knew my boobs were getting heavy, but they’re so heavy the weight actually broke my… shoes… huh.” Leanne furrowed her brow and looked around the room in consternation. She wasn’t in heels anymore, but somehow the room looked smaller. “I could’ve sworn that light was higher up…” she said, baffled by how low everything was. Leanne contemplated her own freshly enlarged breasts, and suddenly a notion struck her. “When I make my boobs grow… did I just get taller, too?” Based on what she saw when she looked around, it sure seemed like she was taller… but there was only one way to be sure. “I guess I have to make myself even bigger and see what happens!” she said. “Here goes! Hrrrgh!” She concentrated, and once again her bust began expanding in front of her as her breasts bloated and engorged with excess mass. “Hmmmph! C’mon… get… even… bigger!” grunted Leanne, forcing herself to grow through sheer force of will. She watched the room around, watching for signs. It took a second to be sure… the but pictures on the walls definitely seemed to be getting lower. “Holy shit!” she laughed. “I can make myself taller! I thought making my boobs bigger was a meal ticket… but now I can grow everything… this is next level!” Her enthusiasm turned into electric excitement, and suddenly she rocked up six inches, all at once, to six and half feet tall. Her panties dug into her hips, which were getting wide and wider as she grew. Her breasts bulged out in front of her. “Okay, Leanne, we’re ready to- Fucking fuck!” said Randall the photographer, as he noticed Leanne towered over him and had boobs as big as beach balls all of a sudden. “Randall! You’re not gonna believe this… check out what I can do!” said Leanne. She concentrated, and with a grunt of effort made herself grown again. Leanne’s body made rubbery, elastic stretching noises as it grew, rising higher and swelling thicker. Randall gaped up at her. Her bust expanded forward, knocking over one of the tripod-mounted monitors. “Oopsie!” she said, now more than seven feet tall. “Sorry… these jugs are so big they’re impossible to keep track of… I just smacked over your monitor with my boobs!” She laughed like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Leanne, stop growing!” said Randall, desperately, as the eight-foot diva looked down suddenly. “Wha?” she said, like she didn’t understand the request. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you’re eight feet tall! If you get much bigger, you’ll be too big to squeeze out the door to this building!” said Randall. “…I didn’t think of that,” said Leanne, looking at the entrance she suspected was already too narrow for her colossal boobs. “And even if you did… look at yourself! Who makes clothes that would fit you? Who can make clothes that would fit you! You’re ginormous! We don’t have a top that’ll hold those monsters! Who’ll want hire you to model clothes again?” Leanne contemplated the difficulty that came with being an eight-foot amazon. “So what you’re saying is… I’m already in for a penny?” she said, looking down at Randall. “And I should go in for a pound?” “What? No! I-“ started Randall, but Leanne had already started growing again. “Going… up!” she said, as she surged to the ceiling, suddenly ten feet tall and growing. Her widening hips stretched and snapped her bikini bottom. Her breasts inflated in front of her. They were now each bigger than Randall was if he curled into a ball. “Holy hell!” he screamed. “You might… mph…. wanna move!” said Leanne, slowly bending forward under the weight of her own breasts. “Mama’s getting… pretty big!” Leanne bent down on all fours. Her giant, expanding breast smothered the spot Randall had been a minute ago. “Stop! You’re too big!” screamed Randall, but Leanne ignored him. Instead, she just moaned, and grew bigger. Her ass bulged behind her, smashing into the far wall. Her boobs grew and grew, filling the space under her like soft, warm airbags. Her back pushed up against the ceiling, scratching it as her body grew to fill the room. “Cool!” she said, as Randall cowered under her. “I’m a giant!” Randall screamed as her bosom covered and crushed him. “Bigger…” she whispered, as her body grew against the roof, the walls, and the floor all at once. Within moments, the studio and the entire building it had been situated in were rubble, and Leanne’s curvaceous, expanding silhouette had taken its place. Her bust had grown to ludicrous proportions. It was so huge, she’d barely be able to squeeze it between buildings as she sauntered down the street. She tried anyway, and within seconds she was stuck. Luckily, all she had to do to get un-stuck was make herself a little bit bigger… and her body knocked over the buildings she was tuck between. Her boobs were bigger than zeppelins. The tallest buildings in the city only went up to her waist. “Hmmm… maybe I’m a little too big…” she mused, trying to see over her gargantuan breasts, and failing. “Here, let me get closer so you can all take a better look.” She fell to her knees with a city-shaking thud, and smothered several blocks as she lay down tits-first on top of downtown. She savored the tiny screams as her hugeness smothered thousands of people. She knew she should be horrified of what was happening, but somehow that just made her more turned on. “You guys are gonna hate me,” she said, in a booming voice to the thousands of people fleeing her smothering hugeness. “But I think… I’m gonna get… even bigger…” Her plump body bulged, and hundreds of people were crushed. “Oh god… here it comes!” she said, feeling her body swell to cover the rest of the city. “I’m still getting… bigger!” -- source link