The well-endowed women were arrayed in a circle around her, each holding the end of a thin string. Laura held the other end of all of them. The six women were participating in a ritual to transfer five busts all to Laura. She was not a busty woman, and longed for an impressive rack of her own. Laura had found the spell in a book while cleaning out her late grandmother’s house, and placed an ad on the internet for any women desiring to lose their sizable breasts to contact her. To her surprise–this was the weirdest ad to be placed on the internet, she figured–these five women had all called her within a few days. Now, just a few days after that, they all met at Laura’s house, ready to perform this ritual. Laura had felt a little awkward stripping down to bare-chested among strangers, but considered what they had gathered to do and got over it.
“Is everyone ready?” She asked, not sure if she was ready herself. The answers were all affirmative. “Alright, here goes.” Laura voiced the short magic phrase. Suddenly, she felt her chest heat up, almost uncomfortably so. Laura looked down, and saw her flat chest begin to gain definition as her breasts grew more quickly than she expected. She looked around at the women in front of her and was amazed to see their busts shrinking. It’s working, she thought.
Laura became accustomed to the new warmth in her chest as she watched herself swell and swell. Her breasts grew to a a size any reasonable woman would be comfortable with, but Laura wasn’t satisfied. She wanted more. Her boobs happily plumped up, still transferring size from her new-found friends. With every second they bulged out more obscenely, surpassing “average,” “every day” sizes. Laura observed her benefactors. They still had plenty of breast to donate, the smallest of them still possessing grapefruit sized tits after starting with cantaloupes. The largest, she saw, was just now getting to cantaloupe size. Laura braced herself for more growth.
She watched as her breasts–how strange it felt to think of these melons as her breasts–edged past her coworker’s size- a woman she used to be envious of. Laura’s tits grew and grew as she felt her boobs firm up from pressure within them. Suddenly, her nipples popped up to a size disproportionate to her bust. They stiffened with pleasure, the warmth in Laura’s tits becoming enjoyable, a sign that she still had more to go, more to grow. Her growth slowed a bit as one donor released her cord- Laura had told them to let go once they reached the size they wanted.
Laura brought her free hand up to the underside of a breast and felt its increasing weight. Her boobs were getting to a point where it was hard for her to lift one with only one hand. The mass of her tit overflowed her fingers, the soft flesh bulging around them. Laura’s growing tits continued on, bigger and heavier. She curiously squeezed the firming breast in her hand and gave a yelp as some pressure was relieved. Laura looked down at her boobs and saw her milk flowing through one. Unable to get her free hand under the other breast, she swapped which hand was holding the cord. Laura eagerly started to tease her nipple and was rewarded with pleasure once her milk leaked out of her newly sensitive nipples.
Laura moaned as her tits steadily grew bigger and she used her arms to press on them, squeezing her milk out faster. Her boobs were huge now, past the size of her head. Expressing milk sent jolts of pleasure from her thickening nipples through her nervous system. Moaning, she didn’t notice the second string get dropped. Her boobs grew on anyway, encroaching on her belly button now. The stream of milk from her nipples increased, and the increase in pleasure made Laura gasp and shudder, an orgasm shaking through her. Laura fell to her knees, accidentally letting go of the cord in her haste to milk herself more effectively.
The magic dictated that the connection could only be broken by the donors, not the recipient, so Laura kept growing as she milked herself silly. Manipulating her nipples, Laura rode through climaxes repeatedly. Her flow of milk strengthened into a deluge flowing from her figure-dominating tits, which eclipsed her hips now. Another two donors released their hold, leaving only the originally bustiest donor remaining. Her once volleyball sized breasts were now shrunk down to oranges, the rest of her bulk having already been transferred to Laura.
Laura’s growth ended when the last donor ran out of bust to give. The twin rivers of milk slowly came to a stop, and Laura regained her senses. The now hugely-busted woman stood, slowly acclimating to the weights on her chest. She observed herself. Her tits were like basketballs, massive and figure defining. They were firmer than she had expected; Laura chalked it up to the reservoirs of milk she could still feel inside her boobs. At the end of her tits were her fat nipples, which had plumped up eagerly when Laura’s milk began to flow.
Laura looked at the women around her, the women that were now vastly less busty than her. “Was one of you… lactating?”
One of the donors sheepishly answered. “I was… I just recently had a child… I didn’t know it would pass to you…”
Laura smiled. “It’s fine. It feels… so good. Thank you… thank all of you. Thanks for the boobs.”
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