Sabrina Lynn

Sabrina Lynn

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“So let’s get this straight.” She said from above, after cornering you in the bathroom. You lacked the ability to rip your gaze away from the tits that probably outweighed you at this point, but you could still hear her words. “You used your size transferring abilities not for my ass, or my legs, or even my overall height, and instead just sent it all to my boobs? I basically have to carry these around now you know?”

This was still a relatively recent development, your openness with your girlfriend about your mysterious ability to transfer your size to other humans lead to some fun nights in the past week or so. You’d never directed your size towards just one body part though, and while in the “shower thoughts” stage of your shower your mind started to drift towards different possibilities. This was the out come of that.

So here you were with just a towel tightly wrapped around your diminutive frame, your rock-hard erection creating an obvious tent in the fabric. You weren’t really able to formulate coherent sentences let alone thoughts, what with your eye level equivalent to these mountainous breasts. Your girlfriend was still talking but it was all kind of just white noise at this point… there was only one thing you were aware of, and that was the primal urge to continue what you had started. Letting go of the towel, you began to concentrate.

“Uh, babe? Are you listening to me?” Your girlfriend said, unaware that you were focused entirely upon your single-minded goal at the moment. You instinctively took a step back as your stature continued to dwindle, the sudden transfer of mass took your girlfriend off guard, causing her to lose her balance, and the increase in weight even further skewed her center of gravity, resulting in her falling tits-first to the ground. Where you had originally been around four feet tall while eye-to-eye with her boobs, you had now gone down to two feet, and her boobs had swelled from the size of beach balls to the size of medicine balls.

This meant that movement for her was nearly impossible, weighed down as she was by the monolithic breasts upon her chest. She was clearly struggling to reach you, shimmying forward as best she could, but you just continued to back up until your back was pressed against the back wall of the bathroom. Committed to your task, you continued to shrink, sinking below two feet, then one foot, only stopping at six inches so you weren’t entirely too small.

However, this of course meant that the veritable landscape of boob flesh that was slowly wobbling towards you also continued to swell towards you as well. You spread your arms out, closed your eyes, and resigned yourself to your fleshy “doom.” You waited… and it did not come. You cracked an eye open just in time to see a hand reaching for you. It seems as if your girlfriend had rolled forwards so that she was parallel with the ground, held aloft entirely by her beanbag sized tits. She glared at you for a moment before popping you into her mouth. As she swirled you around in her mouth, coating you entirely in saliva, she was able to rotate back down into a sitting position. Satisfied with her newfound mobility, she opened her mouth and let you fall out. You tumbled for a brief moment through the air before landing on your back, a soft, pillowy object breaking your fall rather pleasantly.

Yet again you only had a moment to realize what was going on as that same hand had one finger pointed at you, directly lined up with your midsection. It stopped as it made contact with you. Looking past it up at your girlfriend’s devilish smirk, you heard her say, “You made your prison, now enjoy it.” Right before she shoved you deep into the recesses of her cleavage.

Being surrounded on all sides by your squishy, warm boob-prison made you go absolutely wild. You began humping the walls keeping you contained, losing all sense of time, your only purpose to cum as much as you could into this heavenly abyss. This was made even hotter by the sudden sound and vibration of moaning surrounding you. In between pants you could hear and feel the vibrations of your girlfriend’s voice saying, “Mmmy tiny little boyfriend is completely helpless against my boobs. My boobs! My boobs are enough to completely overpower a man! Ohhhh ffffffffuuuuuuuck!” It was obvious that she was turned on by the experience and had begun fingering herself just as wildly as you were humping her tits. You remained this way for an hour or so, and then recovered in the same positions for another little while.

You couldn’t wait to see what other experiments might yield.

My boobies are growing so fast that they have stretch marks and my veins are showing more now~❤️ I love it soooooo much~❤️ my bralette that I use to wear only a couple of weeks ago can barely be pulled over my massive milkers now! But I'm wearing it right now regardless~❤️ I had a big meal and I got cheeky and may have drank half a bottle of supplement... Plus 4 fenugreek tablets... This bralette gets completely destroyed today.. No matter what~❤️

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Farrah spent her well-deserved vacation cleaning up around the house. She enjoyed cleaning up around the house. It served to distract her from the events of the week. She had found out earlier in the week Mark, her fiance, had skipped town with the stripper from his bachelor party. Farrah didn’t even know until the wedding, right before she was supposed to walk down the aisle. She was in tears. She couldn’t believe her loving, amazing fiance would do something like this on what was supposed to be their big day.

She eventually stopped cleaning and sat on the edge of a recliner. She had ordered the stripper herself to show Mark that she trusted him not to do anything that he might regret later. Turns out, she couldn’t trust him. She found out from Mark’s best man that the stripper had a boob job a few days before the bachelor party, and was enormous. Biggest he’d ever seen. Farrah stopped him before he could go into detail.

Farrah look down at where her breasts were. Her breasts were only A-cups, but she wasn’t unattractive and was never jealous of women who had large breasts; real or otherwise. She never considered surgery as it was too expensive, looked too unnatural, and had heard horror stories of women who had actually died of plastic surgery. Farrah sighed and resumed cleaning. She was sorting through the clothes, getting ready do a load of laundry when she came across a red bra. At first, she thought it was hers as it matched her top, but the cups were way too big for her. She then thought it might be her sister’s since she spent the night last night, but even then, the cups were too big to be her sister’s. Then it dawned on her.

Her ever-charming, amazing, faithful, loving jerkoff fuckstick of a fiance, Mark was cheating on her. How long was he screwing other women? How did she not know that this was going? Farrah shook her head to clear these thoughts from her head. No. This wasn’t her fault. She wasn’t going to blame herself for what that asshat, Mark, did to her. This was all his fault. She took the red bra as if it was contaminated and threw on top of a pile of Mark’s clothes she was planning to throw away.

She did some more house cleaning before taking the pile of old clothes with the red bra on top to the trashcan outside. Farrah stuffed the clothes in the trash just in time for the garbage company to pick it up, and walked back in the house. “Fuck him,” she said as she saw the garbage truck drive in front of her house. She turned away and saw the red bra lying on the floor in the kitchen. It must have fallen off as she was taking the clothes outside. “Fuck,” said Farrah grabbing the bra and running out of the door. “Wait! Come back! Come back!” Farrah yelled waving the bra around like it was a flag. She was too late. The garbage truck was gone. She stood out on her front lawn with the large bra in her hand. Farrah realized she must look like a crazy person waving a bra around and ran back in the house with the bra in hand.

She walked into her living room and threw the bra on the recliner, frustrated she couldn’t get rid of that accursed garment. She stared at it, silently willing it to burst into flames before her eyes, but she was not involved in any recent nuclear accidents or bitten by a radioactive chinchilla recently. Her expression grew less severe as she continued staring at the bra. It was a nice bra and she was sure she’d look good in it if only she had a little more up top. Okay, a lot more up top. She shook her head. She couldn’t believe she was having these thoughts. She needed to calm down and decided that a short nap would be all that she needed. She laid down on the couch and closed her eyes and went to sleep. Unbeknownst to Farrah, her body would be changing very soon.

Farrah awoke to her bra straps digging into her shoulders. She thought she tossed and turned so much that it made her bra bunch up. She instinctively started adjusting her bra straps, but her hand bumped into her left boob. “What? That’s never happened before,” she said, sitting up on the couch. “Wow, my bra is really tight. God, did I cartwheel in my sleep or something?” Farrah asked as tried to move her bra cups down, still half-asleep. When she felt something on her chest she looked down and her eyes shot wide open. Farrah’s meager A-cups were now much larger. She didn’t know how large they were or where they came from. “Holy shit!” she yelled as she cupped her boobs. “How did this even happen?” She starting groping herself, exploring her new assets. While enjoying herself, she noticed her old bra had snapped. She took off her shirt and the remnants of the bra that was hanging off her shoulder. “Wow, they look so big!” she said. A smile formed. A thought crossed her mind.

Farrah grabbed the red bra off the recliner and put it on. She then put her red shirt on over it. She definitely filled the bra much better than she would have forty minutes ago. She ran to the full length mirror in the hallway to see how she looked. “I look fucking good,” said Farrah admiring herself. She noticed something, the bra was loose on her. “Damn…” she sighed. “This is a really nice bra too. It would have been really nice to fill it. Fuck it, let’s be greedy. I’d love to overfill it, but we don’t always get what we want.” She went back to admiring herself in the mirror.

She was trying various sexy poses when her mouth dropped open once again. Her fantastic boobs were growing before her very eyes. Her alternated between looking down at her growing boobs and her reflection’s growing boobs. “Damn…” she gasped as her boobs quickly filled it to capacity and then some. They finally stopped growing. Farrah was ecstatic. She put her hands behind her back, struck a pose, and stared at her reflection on the verge happy tears.

After a few minutes of posing, she decided she had enough fun for the day and went back to cleaning. She bounced her way into the kitchen and found she had a message waiting for her on the answering machine. She figured it was another friend or relative voicing some sympathy for the wedding fiasco. She heard a cute-sounding voice coming from the machine. “Hey Mark, it’s Cassandra. I think I left something at your place. It’s red. You’ll know it when you see it.” Farrah was livid. “Ummmm… I was also wondering if I could see you tonight. I just really miss you and you have a good butt. Please call me tonight. Bye.”

“That fucking bitch!” yelled Farrah as she slammed her fist on the counter she was wiping down, her breasts bouncing wildly in her shirt. “This isn’t your bra anymore, whore. This is mine now.” she said patting her breasts, jiggling them. She was no longer in the mood for cleaning and walked to the living room, watching her breasts jiggle and sway the entire way. She had a whole month to clean. She’d do it later. Then for the third time today, she stopped and stared with anticipation as her breasts decided to grow once again.

She groped them as they grew. Her shirt rode up higher and higher as her breasts required more and more material to cover her expanding mounds. She heard the bra snap inside her shirt. “Oopsie, sorry Cassandra. Guess your bra is worthless now,” said Farrah in her best ditzy girl voice. She continued manhandling her growing tits. Her shirt ran out of material and the bottom of her boobs soon became visible underneath her shirt.

“This is amazing,” Farrah laughed as her boobs continued growing. Threads strained against her growing boobs but resistance was futile. Her boobs would not be stopped. Her boobs grew heavier as they grew larger. They started pulling her down to the floor. She started laying on top of her growing boobs when they stopped growing.

“Wow… That was amazing. Let’s see Cassandra or that ugly stripper now. I’d crush them, LITERALLY!” said Farrah laughing at the image in her head. “If I had known that boobs would feel this good, I would have had them done years ago.” She grabbed handfuls of naked breast flesh and snuggled them. “Guess I’m not cleaning anything for a while.”

She was admiring how big her boobs had grown, when they started ballooning again. Farrah couldn’t believe it. She wondered how big she would grow, but she didn’t care. She had a whole month to find out.