Summer Swelling

tierynbreastexpansion:

A short story I wrote quickly. Three friends experience an unusually spread method of breast growth.

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Kelly waited
for her friend to open her front door. It was a hot summer day, and Kelly had
come over to swim in Marci’s pool. Marci opened the door, clad in only her
bikini. Kelly was taken aback by her friend’s appearance- Marci had been
blessed with grapefruit-sized breasts, but the ones in her bikini top looked
more like cantaloupes than grapefruit. Kelly had always been jealous of Marci’s
generous endowments; her own A cups had never done much for her. Kelly was
otherwise attractive- a pretty face, thick, dark brown hair, long legs and hips
more than wide enough to be considered feminine. But she had never had much in
the way of breasts, and you always want what you don’t have.

“Hey Kelly,”
Marci greeted her.

“Hi
Marci. How’s it going?” Kelly responded, trying not to stare at her friend’s
clearly enlarged breasts that were poorly contained by her too-small black
bikini. It was apparent that Marci had not bought new tops yet.

“Damn hot.
Let’s get to the pool already.” I wonder
if she means the weather or her figure is hot. She wouldn’t be wrong either
way. I wish I could have boobs like that, Kelly thought. She’s so attractive, why does she have to be
straight? Marci began to walk out to her backyard, her breasts bouncing and
threatening to pop out with every step.

Out in the sun
by the pool, Kelly observed Marci fully. Other than her bigger-than-usual
breasts, Marci looked the same. She was the same short, pale brunette as the
last time Kelly had seen her—just a few days ago—except for those boobs. Kelly
wanted to ask her about it, but wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. She couldn’t have gotten a boob job this
quickly; there has to be a longer recovery time than three days. She
decided to not bring it up for now. Kelly stripped down to her bikini and
jumped into the pool. Marci followed suit. They swam for a while, then decided
to lay out and tan for a little. Marci went inside for a few minutes and came
out with two six packs of beer.

An hour and a
few drinks later, Kelly’s inhibitions were lowered. “Marci,” she said, “I’ve
just got to ask you. How’d your tits get so damn big?”

Marci laughed. “Would
you believe me if I said I didn’t really know? A couple days ago I saw my
friends Lizz and Nicole. You remember them, right? Well, they were both
carrying around these great big boobs- bigger than mine are now- and they both
used to be C cups. They’re like, I don’t know, volleyballs or something now. I
had to ask them, just like you asked me now. They didn’t know either, but told
a story similar to the one I’m telling you. Met some friends who had way bigger
boobs than before, asked them about it, and then BAM, tits.”

“What happened
to you, though?” Kelly asked.

“Nothing
happened while I saw them,” Marci said, starting to take her top off. “Gotta
keep my tan even, you know?” Out of their confines, Kelly was able to fully take
in Marci’s boobs. They were gorgeous and huge, pale fleshy cantaloupes capped
with pink bottle cap nipples. “Anyway, after I got home, I noticed they were
bigger. But I was really tired, so I chalked it up to that. I went to sleep,
thinking I was just hallucinating. Well, I woke up in the morning and my boobs
were like this,” she gestured to her prodigious frontage, “and then I knew I
wasn’t hallucinating the night before. I got them measured for new bras
yesterday. I’ve gone from a DD to a J. I don’t mind, though, and Andrew
certainly isn’t complaining.”

“So you don’t
really know what caused your boobs to swell up,” Kelly asked, confused.

“Nope. Sorry.
It’s like magic, I guess.”

Kelly looked
back at her own chest. Are they bigger?
Nah, that’s just wishful thinking. I wouldn’t complain about getting boobs like
Nicole and Lizz though… or any boobs at all. Marci and Kelly finished the
second six pack with dinner. When the night began to cool, they moved inside.
Marci started making a mixed drink for herself and offered Kelly one.

“No, thanks, I
need to sober up to get home tonight. I’ve got work in the morning.”

Later that
night, as Kelly was climbing into her car, she felt something weird. Are my boobs… moving around? They’re not big
enough to do that. She brought a hand up to one of them. They’re definitely bigger. Is what happened
to Marci happening to me too? She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and
focused on the drive home, but she couldn’t help but feel like her boobs were
getting heavier. Pulling into her parking spot at her apartment complex, she
turned the car off and unfastened her seatbelt. Her hand brushed against her
chest. She looked down. “Oh my god!” she nearly screamed. My boobs are huge, holy shit. They look like C cups or something. I
guess I’m growing just like Marci… and Nicole and Lizz. How big will I get?

Kelly ran up to
her third floor apartment, her breasts bouncing all the way there. Once inside,
she tore off her tank top and found her growing breasts had already swelled up
enough to make her bikini top untie. She pulled that off as well. D cups already? How fast are my boobs
growing? She started to get ready for bed, it was late and she had to get
up for work. Her arm bumped into her boobs as she was brushing her teeth, a
feeling she was unaccustomed to. I could
definitely get used to big boobs. She could almost see her breasts
enlarging in the mirror. Lying in bed, Kelly began to explore her swelling
boobs with her hands. I think they’re
like Marci’s old boobs. Grapefruits. This is a good size… you girls can stop
now… she thought as she drifted asleep.

Kelly dreamed
about boobs that entire night. Small boobs, big boobs, growing boobs. She
dreamt she had volleyballs on her chest, and she was giving a guy a tit-fuck.
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his dick was large and her breasts were
sensitive; her dream-self was getting off to the feeling of a cock sliding in
and out between her boobs. As they both came, her tits swelled up to rival
beach balls. She went to work with them, and was immediately promoted to be her
boss’s secretary, although he could never maintain eye contact and even tried
to cop a feel a few times. In another, she was walking down a runway with her
breasts at a G cup. She was an underwear model, one of the best. Everyone loved
her for her big perky tits. Then she was an adult topless model posing in front
of a camera with only panties on, cradling her boobs in her arms or letting
them hang free or pushing them out for the best exposure. Her girls were like
Marci’s boobs now, cantaloupes. She oiled them up for another photoshoot and
held ice cubes up to her nipples to make them hard. Finally, she dreamt of her
own breasts growing and growing and growing until they touched the floor and
she couldn’t move, and then they kept on swelling, reaching the walls of her
bedroom, filling the room with tit.

She woke up
suddenly, covered in sweat. That last dream had turned into a nightmare. It’s okay, Kelly, your boobs are just the E
cups they were when you went to sleep. But the weight on her chest said
differently. The room was entirely dark, so Kelly couldn’t see when she tried
to look at her chest, but she could feel their weight spread out across her
ribcage and farther down, all the way down past her belly button. She moved
into a sitting position, feeling her boobs move and shift, coming into contact
with her thighs. Oh god, she thought,
my boobs are gigantic. She moved to
turn on her bedside lamp, reluctantly. Light flooded the room and Kelly looked
down. What she saw stunned her. Everything else about her was normal, but her
boobs were beyond cup sizes. They flowed down her torso, their wide bottoms
resting on her thighs, her nipples, which resembled wine corks, were a foot
beyond her chest.

Kelly got out
of bed and stood, fighting gravity to keep her back straight. She placed a hand
under each breast to take some pressure off her back. She walked in front of
her half-body mirror, which was just barely enough to showcase her breasts. My boobs are bigger than I ever could have
imagined. These aren’t even boobs anymore. These are tits. They’re way too huge
to be called anything but tits now. They reached almost to her hips and
were wider than her shoulders, wider than her big hips even. I think these are even bigger than
basketballs. I guess I won’t have trouble attracting guys anymore… Her
hands explored her breasts, feeling how the skin was smooth and free of
stretchmarks or veins. My boobs are
gorgeous, holy shit. Even though they’re way too big to be manageable, they’re
amazingly beautiful.

She glanced at
a clock. I’m supposed to be at work in
ten minutes… there’s no way I can go to work like this. I have no clothes that
will fit over these behemoths, and no bras. Kelly picked up her cell phone
and called her boss. “I’m sorry, Mr. Green, I’m not going to be able to make it
in today. I can barely get out of bed this morning.” At least that’s not entirely a lie. These things are heavy.

Kelly was about
to put her phone down when she noticed she had a text from Marci. She brought
the message up. “Hey Kelly, call me when you read this, I think I might have
figured out what made my boobs grow. If I’m right, then you probably woke up
with some nice cleavage this morning.” Kelly called her back. Marci greeted her
from her end.

“Morning,
Marci. I don’t think “nice” and “cleavage” even begin to cover what my chest
looks like now. I called out of work, why don’t you come over? Then we can
discuss why we both have bigger boobs now.” Kelly put shorts on; at least she
could cover up part of herself. Marci’s
gonna get an eyeful of these tits though.

Marci knocked
on the door. It opened, but she couldn’t see Kelly behind it. She walked in and
heard the door close. Turning around, her jaw dropped. “Damn, girl, you said
your boobs were big but I never imagined they’d be so… so…”

“Enormous? Gigantic?”
Kelly finished for her. They sat in her living room. “So why do you think our
boobs grew?”

“I was
thinking, and you know how I said Lizz and Nicole grew after their friend told
them about her tits growing? And then mine did after Lizz and Nicole talked
about their tits growing. And now,
here you are, boobs like basketballs the day after I told you all this. I think
it might somehow be spread by talking about our boobs growing. I know that
sounds crazy.”

“No, that makes
sense… why don’t we test it? My friend Lisa has always talked about wanting
bigger boobs. She was even smaller than me. We could do her a favor.”

“How could we
trick her though? And make her stick around so we could test our hypothesis?”

“Same as you
did with me,” Kelly stated, “Invite her over to go swimming on a Friday or
Saturday, tell her about our tits growing, get her too drunk to drive home.
She’d have to stay the night.”

Marci giggled.
“Sure, alright. Let’s do it this weekend,” Marci agreed. “Now I have to ask you– how do you feel about having boobs that big?”

“I was really
shocked at first, but they’ve been growing on me—no pun intended. I’ve always
wanted some boobs to balance out that ass of mine. They’re damn heavy though.
But have you looked closely? I think they’re beautiful. No stretch marks, no
veins… just huge, smooth breasts. And my nipples are really big too, but cute,
I think.” She stood up so Marci could get a better view.

Marci was
mesmerized. They really are as beautiful
as she says, she thought. “Honestly, Kelly? I’ve never felt like this, but
you’re really turning me on.”

Kelly walked
forward until her tits were directly in Marci’s face. “Is that so?” She sat in
Marci’s lap and straddled her. Kelly took Marci’s hands and placed them on her
breasts. “Feel me,” she said. Marci began rubbing Kelly’s breasts with her
hands, gently playing with them. “Be rough, please, Marci,” Kelly whispered.
Marci brought her hands to her friend’s nipples and grabbed a hold of them.
Tugging on them, Kelly moaned deeply. Marci stood up, forcing Kelly to stand as
well. Their breasts mashed together as Marci went in for a kiss. They started
to make out, Kelly tearing off Marci’s clothes at the same time. They stumbled
back into Kelly’s bed with Marci on top, naked. She pulled Kelly’s shorts and
panties off and spread her friend’s legs. Marci took a nipple in one hand and
began to tease her friend again. Her other hand drifted down to Kelly’s crotch,
and she began to massage her friend’s clit. She quickly inserted a finger, and
another, and another. Kelly began squirming on her bed, an orgasm approaching.
Kelly brought a hand up to her free nipple and began playing with it herself.
With both her big, sensitive nipples being played with and her friend fingering
her, Kelly was getting close to the best orgasm of her life. Marci felt her
friend tighten around her hand as Kelly came. And came. And came.  Kelly rose up and pushed her friend over onto
her back. “I have to return the favor, my dear Marci.”

Kelly pushed
Marci’s legs apart and sat on her thighs. Placing both hands on Marci’s
breasts, she began to tease the smaller girl’s nipples and slowly slid back
until her face was in front of her friend’s wet vagina. Still teasing Marci’s
nipples, Kelly began to eat her friend out, running her tongue along her
opening and then pushing it inside, finding her clit quickly. Marci had never
experienced so much pleasure at once. She had never come so fast, either. Her
body shook with her orgasm. Kelly rolled over off of her.

“I can’t
believe I just cheated on Andrew with you,” Marci said, exhausted, “He’s never
done quite so well as you just did, though.”

“He can join us
next time, if he wants. I won’t complain. Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two.”

“Honestly, he
probably would take you up on that. We’ll see. I’ll tell him after our
experiment this weekend.”

The week passed
and the weekend came. Kelly took another day off from work and managed to get
some clothes that fit—mainly men’s XL t shirts—along with specially made bras
that could hold her basketball boobs. She had convinced her friend Lisa to come
to Marci’s house that Friday night after work for a late night swim and booze
(which sounded amusingly similar to “boobs”).

The lithe
blonde girl knocked at her friend’s friend’s door. She had never met Marci, and
felt kind of awkward going to her house, but this is where Kelly said to go, so
she did. Marci answered the door, fully clothed this time, and with clothes
that fit. Lisa was instantly jealous of the girl’s curviness, as she was almost
completely flat up top.

“Hello, Marci,
it’s nice to finally meet you. You have a beautiful home,” Lisa said, politely.

“Hi Lisa, come
on in, the pool’s out back. Kelly’s already here.”

Lisa followed
her through the house. Once outside, she observed the backyard. It was pretty
nice, and the pool rather large. Then her eyes settled on Kelly, or at least a
woman who looked like Kelly. Lisa’s jaw dropped. “Kelly?” she asked. Her friend
was wearing a bikini that obviously was custom made. The bottoms looked normal
enough, even though Kelly had always had a big butt. The top, however, was an
advance in bikini engineering. The cups barely covered Kelly’s areola, and even
with some padding, the girl’s thick nipples were pretty apparent. As Kelly
moved, her breasts bounced up and down and swayed from side to side.

Kelly walked
over to her friend and hugged her, smothering Lisa in boob. “Hey girl! It’s so
good to see you again!” Lisa had a similar reaction that Kelly did to Marci-
she didn’t know how to approach the subject of “My friend has suddenly grown
boobs way bigger than the ones I remember.”

“Help yourself
to the drinks out here. There’s probably more than enough for the three of us,”
Marci advised, attempting to get their plan going.

“Don’t mind if
I do,” Lisa responded, hoping some liquid courage would help her find out why
Kelly had such enormous breasts.

Later that
night, they had moved inside after swimming and drinking. The three girls
continued to drink, however, and soon they were all pretty buzzed.

“Hey Kelly…”
Lisa slurred, lying back on Marci’s couch.

“What’s up,
boo?” Kelly responded, playfully drunk. She was lying across the arms of a
chair with her boobs cradled in the center. Marci sat on the floor against the
wall, still nursing a beer.

“How come your
boobies are so big?”

Their plan was
coming together. “It’s probably magic or somethin’,” she responded, “Y’see,
Marci here didn’t used to be this big. She was only a DD like, two weeks ago. I
was here last weekend and asked her the same question.”

Marci chimed
in, the least drunk of the three. “I had a similar experience with my friends
Lizz and Nicole. They met a friend whose boobs were way bigger than before, and
then the next day, tada! Boobies. They’ve got volleyballs, basically. I’m just
a J cup, so them and Kelly make my cantaloupes feel kinda small.”

“Anyway, Marci
told me that story when I was here, and by the time I was leaving my tiny A’s
had blossomed into C’s. Once I got home and was going to sleep, they were E’s.
And then I woke up on Monday morning, and there they were, huge. I’ve got the
biggest tits out of all of us. These girls are like basketballs.”

“But you like…
don’t know why your titties suddenly ballooned out like that?” Lisa asked.
“Whatever it is, I hope it affects me too. You guys have such big beautiful
boobs and mine are so tiny!”

“Who knows,
girl? Maybe it will. If it does, you’ll know tomorrow morning,” Kelly informed
her.

“Oh nooo,
tomorrow morning… I can’t drive home like this. Could I maybe stay here?”

“That’s no
problem, Lisa, Kelly was gonna stay here too. There’s only couch space
available though.”

“That’s fine,”
Lisa said, curling up on the couch and drifting to sleep. Kelly and Marci
quickly followed suit.

Kelly and Marci
were woken up by the sound of a girl shrieking in happiness. “Oh my god, Kelly
and Marci, look at me, look at how big
these are!” Lisa was topless, it seems her breasts had grown and untied her
bathing suit so the girl just took it off. She was jumping excitedly, holding
her boobs in her hands. She calmed down and raised her arms up and faced her
two friends so they could observe the results of her growth. Lisa’s boobs were
huge; plump and perky, they covered her ribcage.

“I used to be
the biggest and now all of my friends
have bigger boobs than me.” Marci complained.

“As if any of
us are small, Marci. What are those, Lisa? Volleyballs?” Kelly asked.

Lisa had gone
back to cradling her boobs. “I think so. They’re so big!”

“It looks like
we were right, Kel.”

Lisa looked
confused. “What are you talking about?”

“We might’ve
lied when we said we didn’t know if you’d grow. Marci and I had a theory that
telling someone about our boobs growing would make her boobs grow too. And it
seems we were right.”

A look of
amazement came over Lisa’s face. “You knew I would get big tits? That’s
amazing; you didn’t have to hide that from me! I’ve always wanted big boobs!
Can we go to the beach or something? I wanna show these girls off!”

“I’m down for
that. Imagine how many people are gonna ask us about our boobs,” Kelly stated,
“A lot of girls are gonna wake up to a surprise tomorrow morning.”